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 Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 9:34 pm
(( Type: Public.
I would prefer is you asked before joining as an NPC or temp char. Thank you. ^-^ OOC comments will be welcomed in OOC Thread for the main rp.
Setting: Err...Furiza's ship in space?))
Vegita raised his gloved hand lazily in the direction of his target. With a brilliant flash of white the last of the Saibamen had been destroyed and the simulation ended. The green creatures were far too weak to provide him with a decent training session anymore. He needed a challenge! His tail lashed in the air behind him, displaying his annoyance, as he exited the training area. But that challenge would have to wait. Vegita no Ouji had a larger interest...the mess hall.
"That was an impressive session, Ouji." Nappa commented, as he always did, as he followed in the youth's path.
"Shut up, Nappa. That was a waste of my time. I out grew those green midgets years ago. Find me something better or I'll just use you next time."
The Ouji's obsidian eyes narrowed as someone stepped into the corridor further ahead. Hearing the drawl of Furiza's blue-skinned lap dog caused the teen to stop. "Meh, forget it. I'm not hungry. I'll be in my quarters." He spat before quickly turning and walking down an adjoining corridor. He would gladly put off dinner to avoid passing that green-haired freak. It had already been a month since Vegita-sei was destroyed but Zarbon always managed to bring it up in a conversation. Vegita wasn't certain he could control his temper at the moment. It was better not to risk it.
((Yeah yeah, so I stole my rp sample. Sue me! scream mrgreen ))
The teenager made his way swiftly down the corridor, his red cape furling behind him. Once in the safe confinds of his quaters (well as safe as he ever felt on the tyrant's ship) he unsnapped the gold clasps and flung the scarlet material over a chair before flopping back on the bed.
'Oh, Prince Vegita, I heard what happened to your people. Devistating really. Such a useful race. And it's a shame their existence was extinguished by a comet. Just a large rock. Kind of ironic really..." Zarbon spoke insincerely.
The mere thought of what that creep said when Vegita returned from his mission was enough to get his blood boiling. He wanted to wipe that damned little smirk right off of his face! 'Damn I hate him...almost as much as Furiza.' He never able to really figure who he hated most of the bunch...Furiza, Zarbon or Dodoria. They all just needed to kill over. It would make his life a lot easier...
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 11:55 am
With his gloved hands folded behind his head, the young prince stared up at the blank ceiling. How he hated that ceiling. The countless hours he spent staring up at it after one of his precious 'lessons' from Furiza or his two lap dogs. They didn't always allow him access to the regen tanks, not unless he was needed for a mission.
'Spend a few days with your mortality as you heal, you will find it affects your appreciation for life...and technology.'
And Vegita had indeed gained a new appreciation for technology. As for life...he always had appreciation for it. At least for his. He would not allow himself to die until he became a Super Saiya-jin and killed Furiza.
The young Saiya-jin scowled at the ceiling for a moment before rolling onto his side. He was finding himself more irritable lately...not that he's never irritable...but controlling himself around the higher ups was proving more difficult. He'd been cooped up on this ship for too damn long. Typically he would have an assignment by now. But the lizard lord wasn't going to offer him one. He was going to make the Ouji ask. Damn! He hated that freak's games! The Saiya-jin on Ouji was a warrior, not a toy!
A buzzing sound interrupted the teen's boiling thoughts. His dark eyes shifted to the door. After a moment of mental debate he figured it best to just answer it.
Getting to his feet he took the three strides it took to reach the door and slapped the console. "What?" He snapped as the door slid open. Luckily for the Prince the person on the other side of that door was Raditsu; the only other Saiya-jin on the ship other than himself and Nappa.
((Meh..that was blah. I'll post some more later. For now, getting ready for work!))
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 12:35 am
Raditsu, who was pretty much used to the many ways Vegita answered his door, was not startled by the youth's impatient tone. Placing a closed fist over his chest, the Saiya-jin lower class bowed.
"Ouji-sama, Furiza-sama has given us a mission and wishes for us to depart immediately." He reported before straightening his posture.
Vegita quirked a brow. Now -that- was very odd. Typically, the Ice-jin called for him or had one of his pets fetch him. But to give the orders to Raditsu and then just have him leave? Something was off...
"He has also given us permission to make use of one of his squads if--"
Vegita scoffed, cutting the tall Saiya-jin off. "The only 'use' I'd have for those pathetic dogs is target practice.' He growled. "Get Nappa. I'll meet you in the dock in ten minutes. No, make that fifteen." He said, then closed the door before Raditsu could respond.
It always made the Saiya-jin no Ouji nervous when the lizard did things differently. Grabbing his cape, Vegita adjusted it properly before leaving his quarters. Tapping the activation button on his scouter, the prince quickly located his targets and turned left down the corridor. 'Let's see if I can't find anything out...'
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 8:48 pm
The Saiya-jin no Ouji stepped lightly, silently grateful that neither of his intended targets had the hearing of a Saiya-jin or the senses of the Ice-jin. They simply weren't observant enough, especially the large pink one. Perhaps his IQ was too low to focus on more than one thing? Vegita wasn't certain, but he knew it played to his advantage. Just as it always did.
He stopped at the end of the corridor, just before it emerged with another. Leaning flat against the wall, he listened. The hunted, or rather stalked, were making their way down the adjoining hallway.
"I still say you did something to offend him." Zarbon continued, looking arrogant as usual.
"I did no such thing!" Dodoria, the large pink alien, responded irritably. "If I had, you know Lord Furiza doesn't hesitate to tell me.
"Then why would Lord Furiza give -your- mission to his Monkey highness? He must have been afraid you'd botch it up...again. He even offered the little tailed-child a squad."
Vegita could hear Dodoria growl. "Well I hope the little rat gets his tail handed to him. What does Lord Furiza think he's doing?'
"Shut up, Dodoria...if anyone heard you talking like that..."
The voices faded as they continued down the corridor and around the corner. Vegita couldn't resist the smirk tugging at his lips. So Furiza was finally starting to put some trust in him? Big mistake! But he'd play along for now. The Ouji turned and headed back the way he came.
If this was suppose to be Dodoria's mission, then it's definitely gong to be a challenge! Hopefully Nappa and Raditsu would survive.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 12:10 am
((Heh heh, long time no post. Let's see if I can't remember where I was going with this...I had a plot, really!))
Too busy gloating silently, the young prince didn't stop to wonder just why he had been given Dodoria's assignment, but rather just accepted Zarbon's spectulation. What had the pink toad done to upset his 'lordship'? His boots echoed off the steel walls of the corridor as the young Saiya-jin grew nearer to the docking bay.
The silver door at the end of the hall opened with a swish to admit the teenager. Nappa and Raditsu cut-off from their quiet conversation near the space pods with Vegita's entrance. The Ouji, however, was too busy being pleased with Dodoria's embarassment to notice.
Not regarding either of the much taller Saiya-jins, he procceeded to his pod and made to get in.
"Err--Ouji-sama." Nappa began, stepping forward. Vegita, being in a much better mood, simply looked back at his subordinate with a quirked brow. "I thought it might be wise to take up Lord Furiza's offer for a squad."
"Hmph. Well, that's the problem then, Nappa. You thought. I have no need for those weaklings. However, if you feel more comfortable around them, feel free to stay behind." He replied in a sardonic tone before settling into his pod and closing the door with the push of a button.
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