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Vegeta: the Prince of Pride - Chapter Eight

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    The two Saiyans must have been running for the best part of an hour before they showed any sign of slowing. Vegeta was leading the way in the direction back to the city with Fortina close behind. Admittedly, they were running a lot slower than he had hoped for, but he knew that in Fortina’s current condition, they couldn’t go much faster.

    A Saiyan’s tail not only brought them power, but it gave them balance as well. It had taken Vegeta a while to get used to manoeuvring without the extra limb when it had been first cut off, but he had managed it eventually. Yet in Fortina’s case, her tail was still attached; just broken. She couldn’t use it for balance, and every movement or jolt it underwent brought her immense pain. It was surprising she had managed to last as long as she did.

    Both of them slowed to a stop as their now weaker lungs screamed out for them to take a rest. Such reduced power didn’t just mean they couldn’t attack or defend, but it also meant they didn’t have the stamina they once had.

    Vegeta wiped his brow of the beads of sweat that had begun to form while looking back through the trees to see if anyone was close behind. From the looks of things, they were alone. If his calculations were correct, it would only be another hour or so before they reached some form of civilisation. If they were lucky, the serum might have worn off by then and they could fly back. But for now, they needed a rest.

    He glanced over to Fortina who had now placed herself at the base of a tree with her legs stretched out in front of her. Her head was leant back against the bark and despite the calm exterior she was trying to portray though her closed eyes, her face held a slight tinge of pain. Vegeta found himself staring at her, taking this opportunity to try and analyse anything he could from the strange Saiyan. She was a powerful warrior much like himself, yet any contact with her tail made her incapacitated like a child. If she didn’t have that weakness, then they may have stood a chance against Randal. Yes, he thought, this is her fault.

    Fortina opened her eyes and Vegeta quickly looked away. “What?” She asked. But Vegeta just scowled at her like he usually did.

    “We might have been able to beat that Saiyan back there if you weren’t so weak.” He shifted his gaze to her limp tail on the floor with an exaggerated, pitiful expression.

    Fortina tilted her head forwards. “Oh I’m sorry.” She spat in return, “well while you were having a tea party on the floor with the grass I thought I might try and attack. You remember what fighting is, right? Or didn’t you fight back on our planet? Maybe you just ordered everyone else to fight your battles for you while you sat under your father’s throne as a child.”

    Vegeta  could feel his face getting redder by the second. “How dare you!” He seethed. “I am by far the greatest fighter here and you have the audacity to question me?” At his response, Fortina pushed herself up onto two feet again to face him.

    “Oh well if you’re so brilliant then how come I was the one who had to save you? If it wasn’t for me you would be a pile of ashes by now!”

    Vegeta was just about to tell her how he never needed help from anyone else and how if she didn’t shut that trap of hers he would turn her into a pile of ashes himself when suddenly, a loud buzzing noise filled the air. Both Saiyans looked up to see Bulma’s ship hovering in the distance. Fortina began to wave her arms frantically and it didn’t take long before the oddly-designed ship spotted them and lowered to the floor not far away. A bedraggled, blue-haired woman popped her head out of the cabin door and crossed her arms angrily.

    “Fortina! You said you would be back for five o’clock to help me dye my-oh my god what happened to you?!” Her cross expression soon faded as her eyes took in the state the two of her friends were currently in. Her head switched between Fortina’s limp tail to Vegeta’s ripped clothing and back again. “What did you do to each other?!”

    “We didn’t do anything!” Vegeta snarled.

    “Bulma, we’ll explain everything on the way back, but right now you have to give us a lift!”

    Bulma looked at the two people stood before her and turned a disgruntled nose up at their dirty clothing. “Why can’t you just fly? I’ve just cleaned this ship and I don’t want your mucky outfits bringing in half of the forest-”

    “Bulma!” Vegeta and Fortina shouted in unison.

    Reluctantly, she agreed.

    The journey back to Dr. Brief’s compound didn’t take long at all. For that Vegeta was glad, but he was also annoyed that his power was yet to show any signs of returning. After Fortina explained the whole series of events to Bulma, she insisted that they get checked out by her father. In a way it was good the serum still had an effect, because it meant there was a chance he could analyse it and possibly develop an anti –serum.

    After arriving back, Dr. Brief took a few blood samples and began to create a splint for Fortina’s tail. Vegeta however, refused any further assistance. He was bruised and banged up but there was nothing he desperately needed looking at. Word soon spread to the others about Randal, and to his surprise, no one blamed Fortina for the new intruder. Without anyway to track him, the only thing they could do was continue their training and for now, wait until he showed his face again and hope by that time Dr. Brief had developed an anti-serum. They were fairly confident he hadn’t been able to follow Bulma’s ship back to their compound, and their main interest rested in the mysterious serum that had managed to supress Vegeta’s and Fortina’s Saiyan power. Although it took a lot longer than Vegeta had hoped for, upon waking the next day, his strength had returned and he felt as bright as rain. A maximum of twelve hours seemed to be the general consensus of the serum’s longevity, which was a relief to Fortina, but a disappointment for Vegeta. Twelve hours of being a human was twelve hours too long.

    A week since Randal’s appearance soon passed and no one had heard Vegeta speak more than a sentence to any one of the group. He was bitter and angry, and seemed to be using the gravity chamber as a way to avoid everything and everyone. There was still no sign of Goku, and no sign of Randal. In fact, not much had changed in the past seven days. Fortina’s tail had healed and Vegeta’s cuts and bruises were nothing but a memory. It was like the calm before the storm. But whether the storm was simply going to be a few rain clouds or a thunderous hurricane, no one knew.

    “Right!” Bulma shouted, slamming her cup of coffee onto the table in front of her. Fortina almost fell off her stool in fright. Rather than train, she had promised to spend the day with her blue-haired friend who had previously announced that if she had to spend one more day watching Yamcha fight, she was going to go insane. That of course, was Fortina’s cue to keep her company. The group’s training had increased dramatically since the intruder of the previous week and although Bulma wouldn’t say it out loud, Fortina knew she was feeling a bit left out. So, best friend duty had been activated and they were spending the day relaxing and doing…nothing. Nothing, that was, up until the point Bulma decided to give her friend a heart attack.

    “Bloody hell, Bulma!” Fortina gasped, resting her hand over her beating heart. “Warn me before you want to smash your mug next time.” Bulma ignored her.

    “I’m fed up of everyone being so serious all the time. The world could end tomorrow and how did we spend our last week? Doing absolutely nothing, that’s what!” Fortina sat and stared at her, not daring to interrupt her friend when she went on one of her famous rants. Once she started, there was no stopping her. “I know you’re taking the day off to spend the day with me Fortina and I really appreciate it, but I can tell you’re distracted. You keep looking out the window as if someone is going to appear and kidnap us and you haven’t said much all day.”

    Fortina sighed. It was true, and she did feel guilty about it. She was supposed to be spending time with her friend, but instead she was only giving her half of her attention. “I’m sorry Bulma, I don’t mean to. I’m just worried something might happen. It’s ridiculous, I know, and I’m sorry-”

    “Don’t be,” Bulma interrupted, “I understand. Well, sort of anyway. But that’s exactly my point. I’m going to do something to cheer you all up.” Fortina just blinked at her, confused. Knowing Bulma all too well, she could be planning absolutely anything.

    “I’m going to throw a party!”

    Fortina just stared at her, bewildered.

    “What’s a…party?”

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