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[ the ship rocks, quite literally, with the force of its newest arrival. and although he looks a little banged up — one arm is bandaged just above the elbow along with the hand of the other, and there's a series of bruises and scrapes along his shoulders, collarbone, and face — he's still very much a force to be reckoned with. a force that just landed on the deck near the bow of the ship without bothering to keep the force of his landing in check after circling the ship once to see if there was any way the damned thing could lift itself into the air.
sea fairing ships that only have sea fairing capabilities unsettle him, and this whole situation (a whole ten minutes into it) pisses him off. ]
I'm not doing this.
[ playing whatever game this is or entertaining some idiot's idea of their own personal love boat. (bulma's mother introduced him to syndicated television. fear it.)
the ship rocks — again, quite literally — as he launches himself back into the air with a sudden burst of power, taking off into the sunset as if he'll be able to find something off in the distance.
an hour and a half later, he returns, angrier than he was before. his landing is gentler this time, but a gentle landing doesn't take away from the fact that a man with the ability to fly just landed on the deck as if that's something one does every day.
he found nothing. nothing. what the fuck was this place!? ]
sea fairing ships that only have sea fairing capabilities unsettle him, and this whole situation (a whole ten minutes into it) pisses him off. ]
I'm not doing this.
[ playing whatever game this is or entertaining some idiot's idea of their own personal love boat. (bulma's mother introduced him to syndicated television. fear it.)
the ship rocks — again, quite literally — as he launches himself back into the air with a sudden burst of power, taking off into the sunset as if he'll be able to find something off in the distance.
an hour and a half later, he returns, angrier than he was before. his landing is gentler this time, but a gentle landing doesn't take away from the fact that a man with the ability to fly just landed on the deck as if that's something one does every day.
he found nothing. nothing. what the fuck was this place!? ]
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She's a genius, if she can reprogram saiyan power readers she can do this.
But there's a rock to the boat and she looks up from where's stationed herself and it is one pissed off saiyan prince.
Lovely, of all the people from home he's the only one here with her. ]
I'm guessing you realized there's no land nearby, huh?
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I seem to recall telling you to fix the gravity room, not replace your planet with another.
[ stranger things have happened lbr ]
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You're not seriously trying to blame me for this, are you?
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[ he's angry. he needs somewhere to direct his anger and if it's not yelling at her, it's smashing the ship. the latter would do nobody any good. ]
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[Because at least when Bulma gets herself into trouble she generally gets herself out of it too. ]
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If you haven't found it, then you should be working on it. [ tap tap tap ] Well, what are you waiting for?
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Perhaps.
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She frowns, twitching a little in annoyance]
Well, I'm not. I don't want to be stuck here anymore than you do, trust me.
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[ he points to an archway behind him, steps leading down to the deck below, as if there's some sort of ~secret laboratory~ lying in wait for her to work her mad science skills in. there isn't. vegeta's just impatient and unsettled, which generally leads to him being an asshole to everyone within a ten mile radius. ]
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Of all the people she could be stuck with here, it had to be him.]