Taking out some low class saiyans.

[Prince Vegeta]

Posting order: Vegeta, Chase, holly, Bulla


Vegeta, Bulla VS Holly, Chase

"Agh." the saiyan prince let out as he looked at the clear sky and leaned against a ridged wall. The two low classes are supposed to be here anytime soon because they finally got on his last nerve. They will finally pay for this and they should be taken down with ease because, just for the fact, he is the prince and they're low class scum. That is just a fact of life and no one can deny it......other then Kakarot.


He always wondered how strong he's gotten in the past few years and this is the perfect test to see. He's been taught that even low class can be decent fighters, like Kakarot. But Kakarot might be a rare type of fighter who can beat almost anyone. Almost because he's still far below the prince of all saiyans and to top that off. He's the prince of all super saiyans and no one else can say that.......other then Tarble but no one likes Tarble.



Letting out a light "Tsk", he walked towards a lone tree in a field and let out a cackle. To clear the field, or for fun, he knew what to do in the mean time and put on a devilish smirk. With a swift motion of his hand, shooting his hand forward, as a light blue KI blast charged on his hand. 



With a swift motion of his right hand, he threw the blast at the tree. The tree burnt to a crisp and the flames threw everywhere. The heat pressed against his skin as he cackled evilly. The flames doesn't hurt him anymore but he's not sure if that's good or bad. For battle that's good and that's all that matters to Prince Vegeta after all.



The day has past and the sun was lowered to the horizon. Vegeta could call it "An amazing site", not that he would ever admit that to anyone. He smirked to the horiozn, not because the sun horiozn but that he sensed a decent power heading towards him. The power is not Kakarot's or the son of Kakarot, it's most likely to be one of the idiots that he's going to fight. Most likely to be that chase man and you know what they say.......The first to try is the first to die.

He adjusted his saiyan armor, the only real armor, and walked towards the center of the field. This field is large and open, around 1 mile by one mile. At least it's bigger then most battle fields he has been in his life. He let out a deep loud cackle as the power slowly approached and balled his hands into a fist. "Time to die, Punks." he muttered under his own breath as he stared at the plain blue sky.



"Where are you, Friend?" he said with a sarcastic tone of voice and crushed the grass under his boots. The only good people who give Vegeta a decent fight was Kakarot and he's not here. So no one can stop him, not even the young saiyan Gohan.


This will be fun and a true warrior never runs away from a fight even if it's from two pathetic low classes. One of them being a human.....A HUMAN and he dares to fight the prince of all saiyans. While Holly is a low class saiyan, she's not the strongest but still she's still a saiyan so she might be a decent fighter.








Would his father be proud or sickened that he's fighting two low classes but who really cares. He could kill his father as a mere child and he's far beyond what he was as a kid. An uncontrollable cackle was released from his lungs as the power just got closer and closer to him. This is going to be fun, maybe a little too much fun but he doesn't care because this is their burial ground. They just don't know it yet but don't worry they'll know it soon enough. One day, this will be kakarot's burial ground too but this fight first.


His pathetic excuse of a saiyan daughter, Bulla, was threated to fight or else her credit cards would be taken away.



My word count is seven hundred Twenty

[Chase]

Chase rummaged through a pile of clothes at the end of his bed, seemingly looking for something. He threw item after item off to the side, quickly trashing his room. Every time he bent forward, his long sandy blond hair tickled his face, making him stop to move it out of the way. It was frustrating, For the third time, Chase looked through the entire pile, still unable to find the item.

"Arg! Where did it go!?" he screamed out in frustration, a frown fixing itself upon his face. He swore he left his jacket right there, at the end of his bed! There were two possibility's, One being it grew legs and walked away, the other being he put it somewhere else. Knowing him, It was just misplaced somewhere. Shaking his head, he glanced around his now trashed room. Clothes were scattered everywhere, it wasn't surprising he couldn't find anything! Chase grimaced at the thought of how long this would take to clean up. There went his moderately good mood.

Grumbling, he snatched up a thin, black over shirt. If he had too, this would be used as a makeshift bandage, or a sling. Who wouldn't get hurt in a battle between him, Holly, And 'Prince' Vegeta. True, Holly and him stood a better chance, as they could team. Taking that to their advantage, Chase and Holly practiced moves the day before that would become extremely helpful in battle. Chase smirked while putting the jacket on. Vegeta won't know what hit him.

Chase glanced one more time at his messy room before rushing out the door. He did not even stop to say goodbye to his mother as he ran strait for the door, slamming it shut as he ran outside. Pausing for a moment on the door step, he quickly determined what direction he had to run and what route would get him there fastest. Chase took off in a full speed, ignoring the whipping of the wind on his bare arms. It more or less just urged him to run faster, he HAD to beat Holly to Vegeta! If he didn't, Vegeta might hurt her before he even had a chance to protect her. Just the thought of it caused Chase to grit his teeth together. As long as he was still breathing, Vegeta wouldn't lay one finger on her!

Deep in thought, Chase did not even notice the changing surroundings or the light smell of smoke. Excitement began to well inside the young man, for this would be his first real fight. Yes, he had trained with Holly for a while and had sparred a few times, But that was never real. One or the other was always holding back, taking all of the excitement with it. One time, He wasn't paying attention, And he almost broke Holly's arm. It is not a day he likes to remember, and usually he pushes it to the back of his mind.

Finally paying attention to his surroundings, Chase noticed he was standing at the edge of a clearing, With Vegeta grumpy standing in the middle, next to a burning tree. Figures. Chase rolled his eyes, scanning the clearing. Holly wasn't in sight, meaning she wasn't here yet. Good, maybe he could take down Vegeta before she got here, that way, he did not have to worry about her getting hurt.

"Tch, Seems like you couldn't stand the wait!" Chase scoffed, taking a step into the clearing. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, calmly watching the grass sway in the wind. Something seemed to snap, something set him off. His voice sounded calm in a way, but it was plainly filled with venom, "Mmm, You made such a wrong choice, boy. Threatening me, you can get away with- He took his hands out of his pockets, standing up taller, throwing his jacket off as he spoke. It landed half way across the clearing, stirring up great amounts of dust. His golden eyes blazed to life within an instant, showing great amounts of anger. This was unusual for him, to show so much anger. Chase was usually such a calm, playful person, But apparently not today.

He took in a few deep breaths, trying to avoid jumping into this fight, headfirst. -You threatened her, that is where you crossed the line. His voice returned back to its normal, calm state, But you could clearly tell Chase was still mad. Not just a little bit, extremely pissed, run for the hills mad.

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[Holly]

"Hmm?" Holly gazed at the inside of a fridge, swiping her finger along as she looked for something. Light humming escaped hey lips as her green eyes darted back and forth across the rows of colorful items. There it is! She smiled slightly, picking up a clear container that contained something pastel orange. "Looks like you were hiding from me." She joked, shutting the fridge with her foot.

Wait.. What am I doing here, TAlKING to food, When I should be out training?! Holly slapped her forehead, thinking about how silly she must sound right now. Talking to food!? How stupid could she get! Shaking her head, she sat the down container on a small table, then made her way over to the overhead cupboards. Pursing her lips, she opened the little doors, not even paying much attention to what she was doing at the time. Her mind was on other matters, mostly concerning the fight that would go on later today. What would happen if they lost? What if Chase died, or what would Chase do if she died? Even if this was meant to be a 'Friendly' Fight, Knowing Vegeta, That term was used very loosely. Same goes for Chase. He can be the nicest man in the world, but within an instant, he can become your worst nightmare.

After grabbing a small, white bowl, Holly held it out to examine it further. It was actually a cream color, laced with a swirling brown pattern. She slowly drew her finger along the smooth surface, seemingly unaware of the surroundings. Crash! A loud bang from outside startled the poor girl, almost causing her to almost drop the bowl. Without any hesitation, she bolted to the window, tripping over a multitude of things along the way.

Holly just barely caught a glimpse of Chase before he took off running through the streets. She gritted her teeth, letting anger get a hold of her, "I didn't think he would actually leave without me!" Chase had said yesterday he didn't want her to fight, and would do everything within his power to stop her, but she thought he was just joking! This was too unfair! Chase couldn't have all the fun and leave her behind!

Growling at her stupidity, Holly quickly sat the bowl down, and rushed out the door in an effort to catch up to Chase, completely ignoring the fact she left her food out, and MewMew would most likely eat it all. Finally she was grateful for being faster than her friend as she kept a steady pace somewhere between 5-10 feet behind him. Normally, it would have worried her that she wasn't noticed yet, considering all of the noise she was making. But now, it was a gift to go by unnoticed, as she could follow him all the way to Vegeta!

"Eeep!" She squeaked as she dug her heals into the ground to avoid crashing into Chase. With a swift movement, Holly positioned herself behind a large tree, poking her head around the corner. She stood watching as her friend, slightly puzzled as to what he was doing. Wait...No way!? Holly watched in awe as Chase stood there, threatening the Prince, as if he was nothing but dust. In protection of her too!

Anger seemed to radiate off of Chase in waves, making Holly shutter. Whatever Vegeta did to P*ss off Chase, it worked. I've never seen him so angry! Having stood there long enough, Holly ran out from her cover, tackle hugging Chase. "You're okay!" She chimed, hugging him as tight as she could while keeping one eye on Vegeta.

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[Bulla Briefs]

Of all the cold-hearted things her father could have done, this had to be one of the worst. Oh, well, to be honest, there weren't many cold-hearted things that her father had ever done to her. In fact, for her entire life he treated her like a little princess, and even called her as such; calling her 'princess' whenever they saw each other. And that's not even going into how protective he would get the second a man even LOOKED at her.

She really did like that about him. It showed that he did care, even if he only seems to show this face to her and nobody else. Except of course for her mother. Her brother got the brunt of his not so gentle side, forced to train constantly. But Bra? He never even asked her to train. In fact, she had to train on her own. What? Did they think that Bra spent the entire day at the mall SHOPPING? No. The mall got boring after a few hours. She would then spend the rest of the day at a local place she knew where she could train.

Of course, the training she was doing wasn’t anywhere near as rough as what Trunks went through; and funny enough, she actually wants to undergo the same training. She was just always afraid to ask her father, thinking he’d reject her, say no, or turn her away.

But, back to the matter at hand. He had approached her, and told her to fight with him. A pair of ‘low-class saiya-jins.’ She didn’t even catch their names, but apparently her father had some sort of beef with them, and he was dragging her into it. For what, she didn’t know, but he had threatened to cut off her credit cards (literally threatening to slice the plastic cards in two, right in front of her) if she didn’t join him. So what choice did she have but to fight? She wasn’t very happy about it, but for the sake of her credit cards, she would do her best to curbstomp whoever it was that they were fighting against.

She would just remember this event, and refuse to buy her father a father’s day gift for quite a long time. Why should she? He didn’t deserve one if that’s how he was going to treat her.

She had gotten dressed in her usual, the red skirt, top, boots. Her hair was pulled back, and she flew to the location her father had stated. She could, of course, fly. She was pretty fast too. She flew through the air, hair whipping wildly, as she searched for the precise spot, and soon spotted it. She could see her father (even from far away she could sense his energy), and upon spotting him she descended. She landed a few feet away, silently, barely making a sound as her feet touched ground. She didn’t walk up to him; she walked in his general direction, but not up to him. One could tell she was not pleased with her father. Her arms crossed at her chest, she turned her head away and she waited.

She had spotted the other people; though, she hadn’t given them much thought at first. But, after a moment or two, she looked them over. A guy and a girl, the two didn’t look particularly dangerous.

“Fine, I’m here. Now what?” Bra muttered, annoyed, to Vegeta; though the entire time she never looked him in the eye.

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[Prince Vegeta]

The young man shown up with a serious look on his face and he knew he meant business. He ranted about about something that he couldn't care about if he was dead and the rant was short, at least. He completely ignored the man and glared at the sky, there was another power level on the way. 



Like the failure she is, holly, flew down and almost fell on the man. As the man played hero, the woman was SHOCKED! Don't woman know on this planet know men play hero just to get women? Idiots, ever last one of them, and they can't change the fact they are part human. On planet Vegeta, men didn't have to play hero to get mates. 



The woman tried to hide an oak tree, which was pretty funny, any one with a power level of 50 could blow up that tree with ease. Vegeta, and chase for that matter, is way above that power and is willing to show it. With a quick dash, the girl, tackled hugged chase causing Vegeta to cackle at them. These brats couldn't hurt a fly, let alone the prince of all saiyans. She's not worth his time and his daughter can take her out.




He snapped his neck to the sky as a  large, and familiar power level,  approach the location. "Bulla....." and of course, he was correct as always. She landed pretty well for an untrained saiyan, vastly better then Holly, and asked him a simple question. So he replied with a simple question and told her that Holly is her opponent as he pointed at Holly. 


He glared at the man, Chase, and chuckled as said "It's time to die." 
He flew off the ground as he moved towards chase and within a blink of an eye he was in front of him. He tossed his right leg in the air in a 360 circle as his foot towards Chase's right cheek. The attack was known as a round house kick and used by a man named Chuck Norris but he's been using it way before that man.



As his attack finished, he backflipped away from chase as quickly as he could. After four or five flips, let's just hope Chase is ready for his barrage of attacks. 





A light ki blast charged on both of his palms and quickly Vegeta tossed his right hand forward, shooting the ki blast towards Chase. He threw his other left hand and the blast headed directly towards Chase. Many more shots were heading towards the blonde haired man with much ease. The shots would just blow up the area around the boy even if he somehow managed to dodge the shots. It's a win-win for Vegeta but this whole thing is a win-win. If Chase puts up a challenge but loses, he would have some training in. If Chase loses with ease then he could mock him for sick laughs and giggles.





His KI was rising beyond what it was before and it made God's power pale in comparison. His muscles budged out, making them twice as large, and the ground crumbled under him. The wind picked up and swayed through the field, almost ripping out the tree out of the ground. This power hasn't been seen in thousands of years, other then final form Frieza. This boy should provide a good enough of a challenge to work up a sweat.



The blood lust became stronger and stronger with every moment. He hasn't felt like this...since he first arrived on earth.  He hasn't felt this great in years and he doesn't want this evil feeling to go away! THIS BOY WON'T TAKE IT AWAY FROM HIM! 



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[Chase]

(Not my best...Ehh.)

“Mhm.” Chase watched the shorter man, crossing his arms over his chest. This man really thinks he can beat the both of us! He sure doesn’t know what’s coming. A smirk grew on his face as he thought about how good it would feel to teach this Jackass a lesson. Sure, he didn’t think he would even get close to killing Vegeta, but he sure would teach him not to underestimate Hybrids.

“You’re okay!”

Dread and relief filled the young man at the same time as he recognized the voice. Wait..? How did she follow me!? If she gets hurt, I would never forgive myself. Thinking back, he tried to remember what could have giving away he was leaving without her. Ugh, She must have heard me slam the door. As he was mentally kicking himself, a moderate amount of weight clung to his back, giving him a bone crushing hug. All anger at himself aside, He chuckled slightly, prying her off to face him,

“Of course, silly!” He smiled, his voice holding a hint of amusement, “Did you really think I would go down that easily?” He raised one of his eyebrows, putting a mock angry expression on. Playful Chase was back, momentarily at the least, all anger at Vegta pushed aside…for now. Instead of responding, Holly clung to his chest, giving him another giant hug.

Heat quickly rose to Chase’s cheeks, signifying a blush was on it’s way. He looked away, hoping she wouldn’t notice. How embarrassing! I can stand up to Vegeta, but a measly blush makes me feel this weak!? “Mhm…” He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his head, then awkwardly returned the gesture.

“Fine, I’m here. Now what?”

An annoyed voice sounded from behind Chase, causing him to break the hug to turn around. A girl, Holly’s age stood beside Vegeta, Clad in a somewhat revealing red outfit. Wait..That can’t be real, can it? The woman had cotton candy blue hair, that was pulled back, apparently to keep it out of the way. As Vegeta gestured towards Holly, Chase narrowed his eyes. He can’t really belief that girl would stand a chance against Holly! Plus, there was very little chance Holly would fight her anyway. Something about how she would not fight ‘Innocent people who are dragged into fights.’

“It’s time to die.”

Vegeta mumbling broke into Chase’s thoughts. Chase pursed his lips, remaining calm, “Mmm…No thank you.” Wow, this guy is way too full of himself, he really needs a attitude adjustment or it will become his downfall. With a swift movement, Chase used his arm to brush Holly off to the side, out of harm’s way. Smirking, Chase recognized the attack immediately and dodged it. It was quite surprising someone as skilled as Vegeta would be using such a predictable move.

He dropped to the ground, using one hand to prop him up as he kicked out, hoping to hit Vegeta in the gut. Or at the very least, nock him over. But luck was not with him, as the move missed when Vegeta began to flip back and away from danger. Raising an eyebrow, Chase quickly jumped to his feet, dusting his hands off on his jeans as he spoke, “Looks like you underestimated me, Eh?” He chuckled, sweeping his hair out of the way.

Chase narrowed his eyes as he watched Vegeta charge up a few ki blasts and began to shoot them at him. What about Holly!? He panicked, remembering she was standing somewhere around him. He had no idea how strong Vegeta’s ki blasts could be, and by judging how many he was shooting out at a time, they could really hurt! “Get behind me!” He hissed, catching a glimpse of Holly in his peripheral vision. Hopefully she wouldn’t question, and just do what he told her to.

Quickly, he brought his arms up, protecting himself as the first few blasts began to bombard him, hitting him every place imaginable. Each let out a deafening explosion, one after another, seemingly unending. Then as quickly as it had started, it all ended. The stream of ki blasts ended, giving Chase a chance to lower his arms and see what was happening.

“The hell..?” Chase questioned as the wind began to pick up speed, throwing branches and other objects with it. It was really odd, nothing normal could be causing this. Yet again, He didn’t exactly have a ‘Normal’ life. Shaking his head, Chase outstretched his palms, at his sides. Almost instantly, two Emerald Green spheres formed themselves, letting out a gentle glow as they warmed his palms. “Here! Catch!” He yelled out against the wind, quickly launching the Ki-blasts at Vegeta, Chase following closely behind, preparing himself to attack the shorter man with full force. This will show him to threaten my friend!

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[Holly]

Holly giggled at Chase’s response, tightening her hold on him. Finally, her best friend was back, unlike that cold man who stood there moments before. Angry Chase could be quite scary, and indeed, he had been very scary a few moments ago. It was in image she wish could be erased from her mind, as there was no way it could have been the same person. Even after knowing him for years, this random outburst proved she didn’t know him as well as she thought. That, was a really scary thing to know.

‘Fine, I’m here. Now what?’ Someone spoke, making Chase break the hug. It didn’t sound like Vegeta, and it couldn’t have been her or Chase, so who could it be? Curious, she stood on her tip-toes, in an effort to look over Chase’s shoulder. It wasn't an easy task, seeing as he was at least a few inches taller than her. That really can’t be who I’m fighting, can it? It was a young woman! She couldn’t be much of a challenge, could she? It doesn’t really look like she trains much… Though, she is Vegeta’s daughter. That could mean she might be trouble.

Holly cocked her head to the side, studying the other girl. She seems irritated so I guess I’ll only fight her if she agrees to it. It would be nice to fight someone again… As she was lost in thought, she felt a strong arm move her out of the way, startling her. “H-” She began to protest, but cut off mid sentence as Vegeta kicked after Chase, Barely missing him. She would have been hit if Chase hadn’t moved her out of the way! Silently thanking him, she turned her attention to the Blue haired girl.

“You don’t look very eager to fight…” Holly spoke softly, standing with an odd posture, One hand hooked around the other arm, pulling her arm close to her side. “I won’t fight you unless you want to fight.” It was true. Holly would not fight someone who couldn’t fight back, who did not wish to fight, or if it was over some petty argument. Plus, if she could be friends with this girl, it was way better than having her as an enemy. A Shimmery light at the end of the field caught Holly’s attention. Glancing at it, she noticed it was Vegeta…With ki blasts!?

‘Get behind me!’ She could hear Chase yell from beside her. And she did just that. Quickly, she dashed behind her friend, hugging into his back to protect her face. This was against her better judgment, seeing as she would rather be out there getting hurt. Just as she was hidden, ki blasts began to tear apart the clearing, sending rocks and dirt flying everywhere. Her ears began to ring from the loud explosions, as she tried her best to cover her ears. Holly bit her lip as a large rock flew at her forearm, grazing it slightly. During a falter in the storm of ki blasts, she carefully lifted her arm up, inspecting the damage. A long, raw patch ran up her arm. Though it didn’t bleed any, it burned like fire. She lightly brushed off the remaining rocks before turning her attention back to the fight. Good timing too, as another wave of ki blasts started to hit them again.

Suddenly, all of the blasts seemed to discontinue, as if Vegeta was tiring out. That was as far from the truth as it got. Even with little knowledge of her heritage, it was plainly pointed out that Vegeta was powering up, something very dangerous if used right. Just before she could warn Chase, He launched a few Green ki blasts, and charged himself at Vegeta. “Chase! You idiot!” She yelled out, running top speed after her friend, ready to protect him at all costs. He really needed to pay better attention next time!

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[Bulla Briefs]

She had arrived at the battle field. In great time too. She really should have gotten there late and come up with some kind of excuse. 'Oh I'm sorry I missed the fight daddy, there were some issues at the house, stuff happened.' Well ok not a very good excuse but she would and could have come up with something ten thousand times better. She wasn't exactly over-eager to throw down with some people that she's never met before. She got dragged into this fight because her father was far too eager to fight someone.

Bra remembered when she was younger; she used to look up to her father quite a lot. She practically worshiped the man. She would listen closely to all the stories of her father's glory days; fighting Frieza, fighting Cell, fighting Buu, and various other opponents that he's had to face during his life.

She would listen back then and she would be awed by her father's stories. To her, Vegeta was the strongest warrior ever, and she told him this on a daily basis. The small Bulla (or as some people pronounced it, Bra), would follow her father around, watch him train in the gravity machine out back or the one in the house, and she'd be awed. She watched him punch and kick and fire ki blasts and dodge and deflect them. And in her eyes, her father was nothing short of godly. He was powerful, he was fast. He was also her father, which contributed to this kind of idol worship.

He saw it in her eyes whenever she made eye contact with him, the awe, and the affection.

Over the years, she noticed how she was given special treatment from him. He didn't yell at her as he used to do with Trunks. He didn't force her, or even expect her, to train; which, he did with Trunks. He treated her a bit more gently. She recalled when she was younger, much younger, her father once fell asleep beside her bed, having stayed there until she drifted off, and she woke up in the middle of the night and he was still there. She remembered getting out of bed, climbing into his lap and pulling the blankets over the two of them and sleeping there against his chest.

The next morning, she woke up in her bed and he wasn't there.

Still, he treated her differently. Better, some would say. But, in a way, even with him constantly yelling at Trunks, or demanding he train, she began to (over the years) understand that this was his way of showing any kind of affection or that he cared. That is how he was raised after all.

So in a way and this may sound strange to anyone who would hear it, she was jealous of Trunks.

Now she stood beside her father, as he motioned to Holly, the girl who would be her opponent. She didn't look very tough. Even Bulla could probably take her on. Probably. Never judge a book by its cover and all that.

She stepped forward, moving aside as her father and the young man he was fighting started off their little battle. Blasts firing off in every which direction, trees blasted to splinters. And the girl turned to her, “You don’t look very eager to fight…”

"Trust me, I'm not." She replied, and then the girl turned away, running to her friend, shouting, calling him an idiot. So much for their fight. Her opponent was more concerned with her partner than she was with Bulla. In a way, that got her angry. What was she? Chopped liver? She was the princess of all saiya-jins, she shouldn't be ignored. Or was that her father's personality somewhat peeking through?

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[sexy]

Gramma Sexy entered and reviewed the scene majestically, her 9 hands and 3rd leg flailing in the wind.

"Cool story bro," she said dramatically, then slowly walked away, looking dramatic and secksi and old all at ones.

[Gonad]

Gonad looked around, her butt cheeks flapping in the wind. "Oh! What do we have here?" She spoke with a high pitched voice, that caused everyone's eardrums to burst. Grabbing her third leg, she slowly walked over to Vegeta, invincible to all attacks that came flying at her.

"Heeeey..." She slowly whispered as a dagger flew at Vegeta, stabbing him in the chest. Nobody could withstand her Godmod powers. Not even the Prince of all Saiyans.

"Do you happen to know where I would find any cookie around here? Lololololollllllllloooooooooooooool. I need cookies to survive."

[sexy]

"Nice butt cheeks, young man!" Sexy replied, eyeing the floppy cheeks appreciatively. "Mine withered away a long time ago, sadly." She teared up, and tear drops began to drip from her nose holes.