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2 - Vegeta
I growled as I punched in the gravity level I wanted and the machine only beeped again. I slammed my hand down on the console and ripped right through the weak metal. I began to swear as I headed towards the lab where the onna would be either that or out with that weakling baka that was courting her. I chuckled as I thought of any children that came from THAT relationship.
"Those would be the weakest, loudest, stupidest cowards ever to live in this universe," I laughed to myself as I thought of just the right insult to get the onna into a verbal sparing match.
I entered the lab and didn't see anyone at first, as I walked around the large bench covered with chemicals, I saw a pair of legs poking out from under a vehicle. I smirked as I decided to get as close as possible before yelling at her. I was right next to her feet and I noted she was particularly dirty today, I would use that as an insult later.
"ONNA! THAT DAMN MACHINE ISN'T WORKING! GO FIX IT NOW!" I yelled and I enjoyed the sound of her skull hitting the underside of the vehicle. I chuckled as I heard a soft groan.
"I don't care, I'll get to it when I'm done here!" she shouted, she must have a cold, her voice sounded different, from underneath the car and I heard her start working again. I none too gently kicked the wheeled object she was resting on and sent her flying up underneath the car, I heard her head strike the underside of the car again.
"OW! I don't care if you're Kami himself, I'm finishing this first!" she shouted as her feet wheeled back into view. I growled, this was going to have to be a face-to-face argument. I grabbed one of her legs and she began kicking! "Let go!" I pulled and released her leg watching as a blur rolled across the floor and hit the cabinet. I was shocked when the onna that got up turned around. It wasn't the Baka-onna, this one was different, they had the same color eyes and skin, but the hair was shorter on this one as well as being the same shade pink as the shirt the Baka-onna gave me.
"Who are you? Where is the Baka-onna?" I demanded and the same look of irritation and general pissed-off look was in her eye and I thought she might be as much fun to get in a verbal sparring match with.
"Who? Oh, Bulma," she said it as if she wasn't very fond of the Baka-onna?even better! "She went on vacation with Yamcha for the next four months, she said something about him having to train for the next three years or something." She waved her hand as she thought and pulled her hair down, the cherry locks falling around her face as she straightened the thing that held her hair up. With a quick move her hair was back up and she looked at me in a curious manner.
"What are you staring at?" I barked and she held her ground, I liked that.
"Apparently, nothing much," she said as she closed her eyes and walked past me.
"WHAT WAS THAT?" I growled as I turned to watch her picking up various tools and putting them on her work belt.
"Clean the wax out of your ears," she said as she exited the lab towards the gravity machine. I followed closely behind.
"Do you have any idea who you are talking to?" I asked as I marched beside her. She laughed and I felt my eye begin to twitch at this treatment.
"Really, Vegeta, I don't care who you are all I know is I'm doing Bulma's usual job and from what Briefs-san said, that means ticking you off," this onna laughed as she entered the gravity room and went over to the console. "Boy, do you need some anger management classes?Bulma could probably join you there."
"And what is THAT suppose to mean?" I demanded as she began messing with wires in the console before pulling out tools and rummaging around, hell, I could've done THAT!
"That means, cool your jets, from now on I'm going to fix this machine when I feel like it, not when you summon me!" with that she took the broken console and went back to the lab. I reached down to touch the buttons when a bolt of electricity shot through me, causing my already on end hair to puff outward like and explosion. "Oh, don't touch anything while I'm getting the new console." She had to wait to tell me that! I knew I wasn't going to like this onna any more than the Baka-onna.
I got out of the gravity room and sighed as I walked back towards the house. I could smell something delicious cooking and became suspicious. I entered the kitchen and looked around. On the stove was enough food to feed me and Kakkarot, so I assumed the Kasan of the Baka-onna had prepared it. I looked into one of the pots and began to drool.
"Get out of there!" the onna cried and I felt something hit the back of my head. I chuckled expecting to see her holding her hand in pain and was shocked to see her staring at a bent spoon. "Note to self, don't hit Vegeta. That's not done yet, but I'm sure you'll like it, it's my Obasan's recipe." She stirred the thick red liquid in the pot and I watched it hungrily.
"Hurry up, onna, I'm starving," I said as I sat at the table and watched in fascination as she actually made me a drink.
"If you want more of that, then call me by my name," she said her aqua eyes flashing as she put the glass down in front of me. I sniffed it and recognized the scent of alcohol and that carbonated liquid called soda. I took a sip and recognized the taste of lemon in the concoction, even I had to admit it tasted rather good. I was shocked how quickly I finished the drink and sighed at least she hadn't shrieked at me when I threw her into the wall, but that fire in her eyes was nice.
"Fine then, what's you name?" I asked as I looked at her. She smiled as she turned to me, it was a predatory smile and I smirked back at her, she wasn't the only predator here.
"Kozakura," she said and I chuckled as I looked at her hair, it fit her.
"Fine then, Cherry-onna, fetch me another drink," I said as I leaned back in the chair. I was rather shocked when she used her foot to pull the chair over and I landed on my back.
"Fine then," she said as she went and made the drink, slapping it down on the table in front of me and I smirked. She went back to the stove and poured the noodles, different from the ones we usually ate, thicker. She poured the red liquid over the noodles and tossed in several balls of beef. I was drooling as she brought the noodles to the table and piled high my plate with noodles and meat. She sat across from me with a much smaller pile on hers. I smirked as she began to say something over the food, a prayer, how quaint.
"I'm not the greatest cook ever, but I manage," she said as she began to eat and I felt a flash of fear, that's the same thing the Baka-onna had said when I first came here after searching for Kakkarot. I slowly took a few noodles and shoved them into my mouth and practically howled in joy, this was the most wonderful food I had ever eaten.
"What is this?" I asked as I began shoveling the noodles into my mouth. Her mouth was slightly open in an astonished manner as I took a second helping.
"It's called spaghetti and meatballs, with homemade tomato sauce," she said as she watched me take a third helping. She finally began her meal and I watched as she shook her head looking up at me every now and then to see if I was still eating?of course I was.