Hunger pangs

[saiyan_prince]

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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[a_violent_end]

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."

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"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.

[a_violent_end]

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?"

[saiyan_prince]

"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.

[a_violent_end]

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."

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"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."

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

[a_violent_end]

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."

See ya!

[saiyan_prince]

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.

Back :D

[a_violent_end]

Shizuo was certain Izaya was not scared of him. During their last conversation, the way he had called Shizuo his personal monster was more like a term of endearment. Maybe. Shizuo wasn't going to dissect that, either.

He shook his head. "I don't know. I don't like to think about it." And he really didn't. There were enough reminders everywhere he looked.

Besides, Shizuo had a much more important question in mind. "If you're so strong, how do you control it?" Vegeta may not have spent his time keeping himself from hurting others if he broke Sola's arm, but he clearly had control over his strength. He hadn't obliterated Shizuo, when he clearly had the opportunity.

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

[saiyan_prince]

Vegeta considered his words carefully. He didn't want to open up or have a talk about his ~feelings~ with anyone, but if this man couldn't learn to control himself, then the prince would be losing valuable training time. "If you repeat this, I will end you," he warned before leaning back.

"Not all Saiyans had this much control. Many were nothing more than mindless beasts that fought only with their bodies and neglected their minds entirely. I have seen too many fall before me to allow myself to do the same. I will be the master of my own power. I have someone I need to defeat, and it's a goal that can never be reached on strength alone."

The serious expression faded and he grinned. "Essentially, if I didn't learn to control myself, I would have died. I'm happy to provide the same favor for you."

Aha timing~

[a_violent_end]

"I won't," Shizuo promised. Not out of fear, though of course Vegeta was stronger and could end him, but because Shizuo wasn't the kind of person to exploit information about others.

He listened carefully, once again wanting to hear every word, as they very well could have been the secret for which Shizuo longed since the day he first displayed his strength.

He was quiet for a moment after Vegeta spoke.

He wanted it, more than anything - the ability to stop his rages and control his strength. Maybe he could never be less of a monster, but a controlled monster was better than one that destroyed property, people, and belongings. But he also thought of Zelda and Sola, both of whom probably would not appreciate Shizuo establishing this kind of truce with Vegeta.

But if he could be like that - the master of his power - then he'd be happy. He yearned for it.

Finally, Shizuo nodded, just once, and said, "I want to control it. More than anything else. If you can really help me..." He trailed off, leaving that in the air. It seemed silly to buy into it, and yet, Shizuo wanted to.

[saiyan_prince]

"Who is most precious to you here, Shizuo?" It was a simple question, but one that was very important for what might come next.

[a_violent_end]

Vegeta had admitted something to him, and Shizuo felt like he should do the same. He hesitated, but only because he didn't think said person would appreciate being name-dropped, and Shizuo didn't want to get her involved in anything.

"Do I have to give you her name?" he asked.

And of course it was Zelda. Zelda had treated him with a kindness that Shizuo hadn't seen in years. Since before he found his strength, when he was young and his mother wasn't as tired. Zelda had helped him at his worst, and had even opened his eyes about Izaya.

Who entered his mind immediately thereafter. He had given something precious to Izaya, and Izaya had accused him of not knowing what that meant. Maybe he was right. But Shizuo did think of him, and feel a small pang at doing so.

[saiyan_prince]

It wasn't hard at all for Vegeta to slip into the role of the villain. It was one that Frieza had groomed him to play very well, and one that he knew was necessary if he was going to gain a worthy opponent in this place.

"A she, then. Alright. I know your name, it's easy enough to follow the little network here and see who you've been talking to. If you don't continue to show improvement in controlling yourself when we meet and fight, then I will find that person, and..."

And he was on his feet in a flash, charging a large blast. He blew a hole in the wall of the restaurant as well as taking out every table between him and the wall.

"Boom." He smirked.

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He didn't -

That -

Shizuo visibly paled, eyes wide and staring. That was an insane amount of power, and Vegeta couldn't be serious. And Zelda - if he really found out her name -

Shizuo was glad he hadn't eaten anything.

"Okay. I will," he finally choked out, feeling a lot of pressure. But motivated. Incredibly motivated.

[saiyan_prince]

The smirk changed into a somewhat kinder grin as he moved over to clap Shizuo on the shoulder before heading out there door. There's nothing quite as motivating as having everything you love threatened.