Chapter 31 : Sacrifice
'I guess now is not the time for regrets...' He thoughts to himself as he watched the contraption on his arm, 'But why can't it hurry up?'
As if on cue a sudden blinding pain shot up the prince's arm, coursing through his veins across the entirity of his body. A strangled scream exploded from his lips as the pain worsened, blood dripping down his left arm from beneath the machine. Fur forced its way through Vegeta's skin like a red tide, covering all but face and chest. Obsidian eyes were lit pink, raven hair grew down to waist level. The pain began to subside, transformation done, and the Saiya-jin no Ouji gasped for breath.
'~What was going to happen?~' She inquired, having no idea that her gadget would put Vegeta through that level of pain.
'~I'll whine about it later.~' He replied, getting a groan from Bulma.
'~That sounds great.~' She said sarcastically, '~Now, don't you have some mutilated blue butt to kick?~'
"Raython," The Saiya-jin taunted, "Could you jaw be any further into the dirt? After all, I'm just a stupid monkey, right? You're not afraid of me, are you?"
"Ha! Afraid of you? In your dreams!" Raython snorted, mouth snapping back into position. "As if your stupid fur could change anything in this fight!"
Vegeta smirked... And leapt at his opponent.
"What's the matter, too tired to fight?" Vegeta sneered, "And to think I almost registered you as a threat..." He yawned, "I won't be making that mistake again."
Before Raython could respond Vegeta was on him, a series of punches to the gut rendering Raython as good as dead. He spat blood. This was impossible. IMPOSSIBLE. Little monkey prince DID NOT have this ammount of power in him... Did he?
'Everything bad ALWAYS happens to me...' She complained to herself, subconciously forcing herself to forget the head of Koren.
She hauled herself to her feet, every thought focused on stayed upright. Well, almost every thought...
Using her last reserve of ki Kiyashi propelled herself into the air and forced herself to start the flight to CC. It took every ounce of well-trained disipline to stop herself from screaming from the pain.
"Your blood tastes terrible." He informed the prince, "But you may find yourself in some trouble later on. After all it only ta..."
He never finished his sentance as Vegeta slammed his arm up to the shoulder into his stomach. A foul smelling liguid poured out over the Saiya-jin's white breast plate and he drew back, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the stinking wreck.
'What the fuck made that happen?' He wondered, then remembered the power. 'Oh shit, power burn.'
Vegeta was right: his body wasn't strong enough to contain this level of ki. Reluctantly he let the level fall away, knowing that now there was no way he would ever get it back. Summoning a royal blue glow around himself he took off again as the dizziness faded and was at Kame house in a matter of minutes.