vatheon | Hunger pangs

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Hunger pangs

Who: Vegeta and anyone that wants to approach a pissed-off Saiyan
When: February 15th, early morning
Where: The park
Style: I'll follow
Status: Open~

The curse had been a living hell for Vegeta. Not because of what he turned into, oh no - in fact, as far as he could tell, he hadn't turned into anything different at all. It was the complete lack of easily accessible food that did the Saiyan in. Gone were Vatheon's restaurants with their helpful natives willing to stuff him to his heart's content, and without his scouter he had been wary of attacking any of the monsters roaming the city. He had only eaten once during the curse, and as glorious as the golden sandwich held in the giant's castle had been, he'd quickly burned off most of that energy by flitting about to get away. The ball had done him no good either, the food on the table he approached had mysteriously disappeared.

Naturally, Vegeta had become fed up with the whole situation and just went to the park to hibernate until it was over. He woke up a couple days later, groggy, hungrier than ever, and pissed.

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The prince simply flew away from the punch, regarding Shizuo with a bit more interest. So he was capable of thinking while fighting now, was he? Back in Vegeta's own universe, he would have continued on without mercy and blasted his opponent into dust without giving him a chance to grow. Vatheon was another matter entirely. There was a serious lack of opponents here, and while being blasted by Ratchet and healing up afterwards increased his strength, it did nothing to increase his overall battle prowess. He could not afford to be out of practice.

If he wanted a fighting partner, he might just have to train one. With that in mind, he decided to stay on the ground for the duration of the fight. He allowed himself to land again. There was simply no way the human could keep up with him if he flew, and he wanted a fight that was stimulating. He didn't wait for Shizuo to regain his balance after the punch he had thrown and ran right back at him with his body hunched over and head pointed forward like a ram, ready to slam right into Shizuo's torso.

Shizuo had a moment to wonder why Vegeta decided to land, when he so easily deflected the punch while in the air, but he didn't have time to analyze it. He tried to brace himself for the impact, just as Vegeta came slamming into him. That winded Shizuo and he lost his footing, but was up almost as quickly as he had fallen, charging back at Vegeta with his fist.

Though he began this fight with a glimmer of rationality, that hold was beginning to slip into irritation, and then anger. Shizuo couldn't help it; rage fueled his violence, and being knocked to the ground did not help keep that at bay. His goal was to knock Vegeta down, now, whatever it would take, his focus becoming singular. With as much force and rage as he could muster, Shizuo aimed his fist at Vegeta's stomach and moved in for a powerful punch.

Disdainfully, the prince grabbed Shizuo's oncoming fist and threw him in the direction he had been aiming. Rage was important. Rage was power. But being out of control? Even when Vegeta transformed, he had his mind. That was the distinction between a true warrior and cannon fodder.

"What are you doing, human?! Think! Fight me with your mind as well as your body!" He sounded impatient, like he wanted Shizuo to be able to give him a challenge.

Fuck, Shizuo thought to himself as he was - way too easily - thrown. He groaned and pushed himself back up and into a standing position. He barely felt the fall, but the comment pissed him off enough. He was bad at thinking, as his previous opponent would often point out.

But no. He knew Vegeta was right. He needed to keep his head and fight the right way. This was just so different from what he was used to - planning moves and trying to put them into practice. It's what he wanted, though. He wanted to beat Vegeta no matter what, and if that meant forcing his mind over overpower his rage, well fine. He'd try.

"I'm trying," he responded once he was finally up. He wanted to make a remark about how this wasn't as easy as Vegeta was making it sound, but that would be a complaint. It was, however, clear that he wanted a good fight - and so did Shizuo.

And so Shizuo tried.

He took a deep breath to try and ease himself back into some form of rationality, and then ran toward Vegeta again. He knew from their last fight that Vegeta would use too much force to his advantage, as that's what ended their last fight. This time, Shizuo was just careful enough not to fall into that kind of trap. If Vegeta tried to use his momentum against him, Shizuo would move out of the way. And then he'd try for a punch again, this time without as much rage as the last time. He was watching, waiting for an opening, before he tried to make the hit.

Vegeta waited patiently for his opponent to calm down, not making any moves while Shizuo took a breath. His patience was rewarded when Shizuo came at him again, smart enough this time to not let the Saiyan use his own strength against him. Recalling hazy training sessions with his father as a child, Vegeta swung high towards Shizuo's jaw, leaving his side open. If the human took it, then he could learn. He might be worthwhile. If he didn't, Vegeta would crush him and move on.

It was difficult, keeping himself reeled in. Shizuo had this muted desire to get frustrated at Vegeta for taking it easy on him, but he knew that it was exactly what he needed. No one had ever bothered to test Shizuo - to give him a little leverage to see if he was, indeed, capable of learning. Back in Ikebukuro, his rage was taken for granted, and the only time anyone ever truly managed to beat him was when they were underhanded in their methods. And even then, Shizuo had come back standing.

He clenched his teeth as he approached, and because he was trying his damnedest to stay focused, he did indeed see the swing to his jaw and the open shot to his side. Because he wasn't moving at full force, he was able to adjust his pace rather quickly, trying to dodge the swing just enough so he could punch Vegeta in his side.

It worked. Barely, but it did. Shizuo had no form and no formal training, so the move could hardly have been called graceful, but he did catch Vegeta in the side with a solid hit.

Vegeta took the hit, skidding to the side. He grinned up at the taller man, but didn't voice his approval. Instead, the prince showed his happiness by giving Shizuo the opportunity to do what he had done to him twice now, spinning with a forceful kick. The best way to stop him would be to grab the kick and send Vegeta flying, but would he do it?

It had been successful. Shizuo felt a thrill of triumph, but quickly stifled it by focusing on the counter attack. Yes - twice he had been sent flying by Vegeta and now that Shizuo felt clearer - his success having abated some of that irrational rage - and yes he would grab it and send Vegeta flying off to the side. It wasn't that difficult of a move when Shizuo wasn't charging and instead was focusing on what was going on. And besides, throwing people wasn't new for him. It was the skillfulness of Vegeta's fighting style that complicated everything. This time, though, Shizuo grabbed and threw, as forcefully as he could. Then grinned.

Perhaps it had been a bit of a mistake to give him such a good opening. Vegeta flew right into a tree, and with Shizuo tossing him at full force, the tree snapped in half. He stared up at the dome with the wind knocked out of him in surprise for a few moments. Were humans this strong? Maybe their race had been underestimated.

And then he laughed. It wasn't a mocking laughter, he was genuinely happy. This was almost like being back on his home planet again! Nappa was too much of an ass-kisser to fight the prince for real, and Radditz was practically useless. It had been such a long time since Vegeta had fought anyone similar to him, and the experience filled him with a pleasant sense of nostalgia.

Shizuo was excited. This time, it was Vegeta on his back, and not him. And all it had taken was a little bit of clarity of thought - and maybe a little assistance to get there. He knew that he couldn't take this success for granted, that Vegeta was still stronger than him, but at least Shizuo had proven some of his own worth. Not being able to do that before had been frustrating.

He walked over, around the broken tree, to where Vegeta was laughing. Shizuo, too, had laughed after being knocked down by Vegeta - after his loss.

"Hey," he said. He was calm now, and no longer had the desire to smash Vegeta into anything. "What's your name?"

When he heard Shizuo approaching, Vegeta stood up from the ruins of the tree, relatively unharmed. Unfurling his tail as a sign that the fight was over for now, he extended his hand to Shizuo solemnly. "Vegeta, prince of the Saiyans."

He chose to ignore the extremely undignified growling of his stomach, facial expression not budging one bit.

Shizuo accepted the hand and gave it a firm shake. "You're a prince?" he asked, though he wasn't that surprised - not as surprised as he had been when he found out Zelda was royalty, at least. Shizuo looked over Vegeta's body. He seemed in good shape despite his encounter with the tree.

"Want to get something to eat?" Shizuo asked, not commenting on the sound but figuring it was a good transition anyway. He had a few questions for Vegeta, now that they seemed to reach a common ground - at least one where they were talking and not fighting.

"Is the curse over? Are the restaurants back?" Oh, sweet food, how Vegeta missed you. He will never leave you alone again. You will always have someone to ravish you the way you deserve so long as the Saiyan has a say in it.

He definitely wants something to eat, if the salivating isn't enough of a clue for Shizuo.

That definitely answered Shizuo's question.

"Yeah, they're back. Come on." He took off walking toward the restaurants and figured with a reaction like that, Vegeta probably would prefer to wait until after he had his food to answer any questions.

Shizuo brought him to the restaurant where they first met. It had been patched up nicely, probably by the natives. Shizuo wondered if they'd be recognized, but at least this time they were walking together and not fighting.

They were indeed recognized. Vegeta was becoming somewhat infamous at establishments that served meat dishes, and this one was no exception. When a waiter spotted that spiky-haired garbage disposal coming, a pile of halfway cooked meat was assembled for the Saiyan immediately. Honestly, he could probably eat it raw. He didn't bother to thank the person who brought him the food, he simply devoured it with frightening efficiency. Sated, he leaned back and drank down his entire glass of water, wiping the blood from his mouth and looking at Shizuo curiously.

Shizuo tried hard to be polite and not stare, though it was difficult. He had never seen someone eat like...that. Meanwhile, Shizuo was perfectly content not to eat - especially not anything like that - having had a decent breakfast earlier.

When Vegeta was finally finished, Shizuo was ready to ask questions. He wasn't the best at sugar coating, and he figured it was better to be upfront, anyway, so he came out with, "What are you, exactly?" Yeah, he was a prince of the whatever they were, but Shizuo didn't mean that. He meant what kind of demon or animal or whatever other species could be found in Vatheon.

"No one has ever really beat me before. Not like you did." There was some respect in his tone.

"The Saiyans are a strong race of warriors. It only takes one of our children to fell an entire army of a lesser race. You should be proud for being able to survive the encounter," he replied sincerely.

There were humans littered sparsely throughout the galaxies, but for the most part they were from Earth. It honestly surprised Vegeta to meet one, since he was quite certain they had sent a third-class warrior to clean the place out to sell.

"You have not seen a Saiyan before? Are you from a planet other than Earth?"

Shizuo absorbed that, listening with uncharacteristic closeness. He wasn't the type to really over-analyze things, but this was important. A race of warriors - no wonder. If one child could destroy an army...

"No, I've never seen a Saiyan. I'm not even sure I've ever heard of one. I don't think there are any here in Vatheon. I haven't met any others." The term itself didn't sound entirely unfamiliar, but Shizuo didn't really care about pop culture, so he'd never be able to pinpoint any familiarity with it.

"I'm from Earth. Japan."

"There are no others in Vatheon. They would be drawn to me," he said with confidence. And then he looked at Shizuo curiously. They had sent a Saiyan to Earth, and here before him was a fighter that (while clearly untrained) was stronger than any human they had readings for. From Earth. Vegeta did the only natural thing.

He leaned over to sniff Shizuo. Unfortunately, the scent of tobacco left behind made it impossible for him to tell if he was anything other than human. He sat back with mild disappointment on his face.

Shizuo didn't know what it was about the past few days, but his space didn't seem to be his anymore. Letting Zelda take his hand and practically tuck him into bed, then everything with Izaya, and now he was being sniffed. If nothing else, he was slowly getting used to the idea of sharing space. So instead of getting irritated, he just raised his eyebrows and asked, "What was that about?"

"I was curious if you were actually human or not. Earth has such primitive technology, it's not as if they would be able to tell the difference if you were a subspecies. I can't tell, though. The smell of whatever you were smoking is overpowering."

He delivered the entire explanation with a straight face. He didn't mean to be insulting, but with words like "primitive" and "subspecies", it's hard to not be.

Shizuo narrowed his eyes at Vegeta as he spoke, not exactly liking this new topic of conversation. He did take some offense, but not because of the diction. Whether or not he was human was a common question in his life - particularly from certain fleas-turned...whatever it was Izaya had become. But Shizuo wasn't thinking about that. Him. Never mind that the word monster sprang to mind.

"I had normal parents. I have a normal brother." A stoic brother, but he didn't do things like tear up street signs and vending machines. "They aren't strong like me."

"Normal?" The Saiyan frowned. Humans could be so conceited, thinking that they were the species. While it was true that humans were one of the most basic shapes of sentient races in the galaxy, Vegeta didn't consider them to be the norm.

"You mean human. All races are 'normal'. If you weren't human, there would be no shame in that."

Shizuo shrugged. "Okay. They're all human. And since I came from them, I'm human too, right?" It was a rhetorical question, and for a moment, Shizuo looked like he was going to dismiss the topic entirely. He glanced around the restaurant and shifted as though he was going to call a waiter or even get up. But then turned his attention back to Vegeta.

"I know...this guy." What was he supposed to call Izaya, now, anyway? "He likes to tell me I'm not like a human. He calls me a monster. So. I don't know. I'm different, but I'm not another species. I'm just not normal for what's normal for humans."

He grunted at the word 'monster'. "That's just what people call those they're afraid of," he said dismissively. "Who knows? Maybe you're an evolution of human. Super human."

Just like Vegeta wanted to be Super Saiyan.

Hunger pangs

Me too, g'night!

Awake!

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Igsshoig this is so cute. Shizuo needs someone with the patience to teach him a thing or two ;.;

Well, "patience" isn't the right word. He'd mark him off as useless if he didn't take it!

Well giving him the opportunity to begin was pretty nice!

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I HAVE TO GO SEE A MOVIE I'll be back in a couple of hours

See ya!

Back :D

No joke, based on that time you got back right when I went to shower. lol~

Aha timing~

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