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Returning from the resource gathering had been a troublesome experience for the both of them since the incident with the vines. The plants were definitely stalking them, causing all sorts of trouble and forcing them into awkward situations every time they were in the village. Repeated attempts to destroy them had ultimately ended in failure, and that was beginning to become worrisome. They were just vines, they weren't really capable of hurting Saori or Vegeta...but it was definitely a burden.

Today isn't any different.

Saori's eyes flutter open slowly, and she groans when she realizes where she is. Rolling over, she locks eyes with the sleeping Saiyan.

"Vegeta. Do you mind...rolling over a bit so I can get up."

What's all this noise. Finally, his eyes slowly open, and it takes a second or so to realize that it's not his wife next to him, but Saori. He not only rolls over, but sits up straight in surprise.

"What are you doing-! ....

Nevermind, no need to answer that question."

"Trying to get up and back to my room," she answers coolly, a hint of annoyance in her words. She certainly didn't sneak in here. She likes her own bed thank you very much.

Slipping out of the bed, she undoes some of the ties in her hair, letting it fall free.

"I think we need to do something about those vines. This cannot continue."

"We've tried just about everything to this point. If you've got any bright ideas to stop them, then I'm all ears."

Annoyed, he crawls out of bed himself and throws a shirt on. He's just as tired of the vines as she is.

She's not far behind, standing up and putting on the slippers the vines had conveniently left for her. Her nightgown shifted slightly, thickening protectively against the morning chill. And thanks to the warm socks, her feet were just right.

"Well, it's clearly a spiritual problem. At this point, I've seen enough strange things around the village to remind me of that time last year where people were possessed. Which means that we'll probably need to ask them for help."

"Ask them for help? Hah. I don't need their help." He'd rather die than ask for their help, not after last time.

"I doubt there's anything they can do for us. For all we know, they might be the perpetrators!"

"Well we can't blast them, you know. That doesn't work." She rolls her shoulder in a one armed shrug. "But I can feel it isn't any of the spirits from our time. That I know for sure."

He gives her a look. He's not convinced, but she knows a lot more about spirits than he does.

"If you say so," he spits out, more at the spirits themselves really than at her. "I don't trust them. Not after last year. They had no right to invade our bodies like that, Twila or not. Besides. What other spirits are there? I thought the only spirits on this backwater planet were the ones in Luceti."

"There are others. I'm not familiar with the names, but they're the ones making the turbulence, I believe." She returns his look levelly, not at all put off. Things would have to change, or the vines would just keep on making their lives miserable.

"And what I'm thinking has nothing to do with allowing yourself to be possessed. But...we'll have to ask the spirits to help us fight them. Counteract the vine's elements, somehow."

"What's so special about the spirits that we've got to ask them for help? My power is far greater than their own, they're not going to be able to do a darn thing."

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"Can you burn anything? Are you able to use fire, at all?"

"Ah-" No, no he can't.

"So what if I can't?"

"Fire, dear, has the added benefit of purifying and breaking apart magical bonds. Particularly natural ones, like the vines. If you could use Fire, and I used Wind we could counter the vines and stop them from bothering us. Fire to destroy the Nature, and Wind to scatter the Earth."

"...."

Fire. That's...exactly what he didn't want to hear.

"You're asking me to speak to Eferin, aren't you." Him, of all of them, why. That's the second to last spirit in all of Luceti that he wants to talk to. "It takes time to be able to speak to them anyway. There's no way I'd be able to get a word in with that freak. We need that power now. It's simply not possible."

That's his excuse and he's sticking to it.

"Vegeta, the spirits are here. In Luceti. I know that you'll be able to contact him if you ask."

You see this face? She's having none of it, grumpy.

"You'll have to ask, because Eferin won't speak to me at all. I don't have the connection to fire."

He looks completely offended at the very idea that he's got to contact Eferin at all. He doesn't want to. She can't make him. She's not his real dad.

"We don't need his help. We can figure it out without him."

She sighs and shakes her head.

"Magical fire is all I can think of. Blasting won't work."

"...."

"..........."

Does he really have to do this. He really, really doesn't want to and it goes against his pride to ask something like that for help.

"Well, I don't know how to speak with that hot-headed boogieman, so you're out of luck."

"I do," she answers quickly and with a little smile. "I just can't do it myself. I've tried."

"Good for you." He folds his arms. He swears he won't do it, he won't he won't he won't...

"We need to do this, you know. I know it's troublesome...but is it worse than dealing with the vines?"

He wants to just say yes and be done with it to avoid having to talk to Eferin. Instead he glares at her, his expression saying 'yes, that would absolutely kill me to do', growling and tapping a finger against his arm.

"Well, how do you do it, tell me, so we can get this over with."

"We'll have to go into the forest, and meditate on the two of them. It should be easy enough, and then we can get rid of that pest once and for all."

Her eyes flicker with annoyance. Because she really wants this done. Please don't flake on her, Grumpy.

He heads towards his door, not saying anything now that he's got some socks on and grabbed a hoodie that he slips over his head as he exits. Annoying. He doesn't even think this will work. But he grabs his purple boots, and waits at the door.

Fine. He'll go. But he won't like it and he'll be a pain in the ass about it because he has to so something that hurts his pride a little to do. And act like a baby. He's really good at acting like a brat.

She follows him to the door, silently smiling to herself as she tugs it open and steps out into the chilly air. Her feet leave the ground and she starts off towards the north.

"I know a place, it's not far."

November 2014, Spirit Fite

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