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1st Taunt | Voice/Action

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[His clothing had finally arrived, and Vegeta's streaking through the sky, a blue trail of energy in his wake. He finally reaches the shop in a huff, catching himself with a left foot and balancing with a right as he lands.]

[Inside, he's berating the poor person running the shop-]

You-! Are my belongings finally in stock in this pathetic little dump you call a store!?

[He soon after stomps out, clothing in hand, reaching the middle of the square. But he doesn't take off right away, still brooding over his arrival in Luceti.]

[In fact, throws his clothes down onto the ground in a rage and takes out the journal he'd woken up with a few days prior.]

[During his short voice entry, he searches his back and finds his wing, still yelling into the device, yanking on it with teeth gritted. He falls to his knees, face completely blue as the shining ocean itself and is desperately trying to hold back vomiting as a few feathers or so float down beside him.]

[He'll be there for a short while before he regains the strength to stand up and walk again, back to his apartment.]

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Listen, I don't know exactly why I've found myself here, but I am tired of this ridiculous game. I demand I be returned back to West City before I decide that I'm going to get some therapy from blasting someone. And these ludicrous wings-! They can't be removed, huh? Well we'll see about that!

[A groan and the ruffle of feathers- followed by a cry out as he's reaching back and yanking on the wing on his left side. Over the audio there's a thud and the sound of a throat holding back what one could probably assume was his lunch.]

Argh! You can't...be serious...!

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[Saori turns on her favorite sort of feed, a video, and peers into the camera.]

Sir, I would recommend you stop pulling on your wings. If you lose them, you will die. And from what I understand it's incredibly painful.

[The feed snaps on and he's got a good view of quite a beautiful lady peering at him. But regardless, that doesn't stop his snappy tone and sharp scowl from appearing in her own feed.]

I'm a Saiyan! I can take a little pain. [But that nauseated feeling he's got right now says otherwise.] And the last thing I want right now is to look like a glorified insect.

I don't care what you are. Removing the wings can even kill gods.

[She returns his scowl with a carefully controlled, neutral expression. Vegeta, she's having none of your bullshit.]

We all make do with them. Cover them if they make you uncomfortable. Otherwise, you'll just be committing suicide.

Tch. [But the video gives him away; he lurches forward slightly, a small movement in this throat. He's holding it back, trying his hardest not to throw up, face still a little blue.]

Not much of a god if they can be killed by simply removing a pair of wings. I've met tougher houseplants.

[But either way, she's right and he knows it, if that incredible ill feeling he had at the moment was any sign. So he stops grabbing at his wings, leaving the poor things be to avoid any more embarrassment.]

[Her eyes flash, and high above Vegeta electricity crackles and surges through the air. Continuing that line of conversation might be bad. She's killed for less.]

It's a weakness inherent to anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped here.

[She leans forward, her expression neutral.]

Who are you?

Who am I? [He still gets a smirk off despite his turning stomach.] I am Vegeta. Prince of all Saiyans. And since we're sharing, who might you be?

[She faces the camera with a look that conveys absolute authority, and gives her full divine title. Princes deserve formality, she supposes.]

I, Prince Vegeta, am Saori Kimura. The Daughter of Wind and Rain, and the Lost Lady of Dazaifu. It is pleasant to meet you.

Edited 2013-01-13 03:42 (UTC)

Pleasure's all mine. Well, Lady Kimura, I will say it's impressive to be the daughter of such elements, if such a thing were possible.

[He has no idea how much he's asking for it, but he doesn't believe in gods.]

Prince, you would do well to remember what I said before, about gods dwelling here.

[She smiles into the video feed as thunder rumbles.]

Have you found your bearings yet? Or would you like a guide?

[He didn't remember it having a chance at raining today. So, he looks up. And sees nothing but bright, sunny sky.]

[Strange.]

Yes yes, gods. [If she was going to be so insistent, fine.] No, I don't need a guide, I've found what I need to well enough on my own, thanks.

[It's just this little matter of actually feeling well enough to stand. He looks a little better now, but not by much. So he tries, holding the journal out- and it's shaky, obviously taking him quite the effort to do it, but he gets up after much teeth gritting.]

This is ridiculous-!

Prince, did you actually tear off the wing?

[She's already heading outside, the video feed shaking just a bit as she takes flight on eddies of wind.]

No. [Teeth still bared, he manages to choke out an answer.] I only ripped a few feathers or so out. [Not that he actually knows, being in a rage as he was. He reaches back to touch them, making sure- and ouch, that was tender. His face reflects the pain he felt just from that tiny little touch.]

[A wave of her hand later, and a cloud appears over him as Saori draws in magic, using the video to aim, and giving her a means to find the Saiyan without having to ask. She's seen what happens when a New Feather gets their wings hurt.]

That's good. Please, do not touch them. I am on my way.

[And he won't, Saori- he's learned his lesson, unfortunately the hard way, once again.]

I don't see how, I haven't even told you where I am. [He groans, taking a step forward. Vegeta hasn't really glanced at the video much since trying to stand up, focusing mostly on his own balance at the moment, so he hasn't noticed the fact that she'd already taken off.]

You don't have to. I just know.

[She heads in his direction with as much haste as she can, and it only takes her a little while to reach the Prince. She was hardly omniscient, but that didn't mean mortals had to know that.

A moment later, reaches the cloud and lands on top of it, peering down at him with a vaguely bemused smile through the fluffy weather phenomenon.]

Prince Vegeta, I presume?

[He's still staring at the video when that voice sounds right above him. Needless to say it gives him a startle as he whips his head around to look for the source, causing him to lose his footing and land right on his behind.]

[He regains his composure back quickly however, though it's not hiding that embarrassment he's feeling hot on his face.]

Yes, I am he. And you could of at least warned me that you were going to do that!

[She smiles down at him pleasantly, swishing her feet in the air as she peers down at him, laying stomach down on the cloud.]

Why? I'm here to help you.

[She dropped down dozens of meters lightly, the air itself cushioning her fall and landed without a sound next to him.]

Stand up, let me see your wing.

[Vegeta just growls at her, but does what she says; he struggles to stand up but manages to get to his feet, bent over slightly in pain.]

[As it stands now he ended up tearing more out than he thought- he'd only seen maybe one feather but it looks like he'd gotten more than he'd bargained for. He'd yanked a lot of feathers out of his left wing. Making that wing look very, very sad.]

[Gingerly she looks at it, making faint sounds of disapproval. Not good.]

Hold still and I'll try to ease a bit of the pain.

[And she draws in a little bit of Nala, the filial spirit of healing, and presses her hand gently against his back in an effort to ease the aches. Maybe it'll help?]

[He can feel the pain ease up quite a bit- it's still there but it's much more manageable now, where he could stand up straight without sorely regretting it.]

Thanks. [Maybe a little too curt.]

[So he decides to test out flying again, with all the plans of just leaving Saori- but he doesn't get far, lifting up only a few feet before crashing back down, barely catching himself before taking a spill back onto the ground.]

Ah-! [He wasn't expecting that, but he also still didn't have much strength after his little fit. So he turns, facing her, with a question on his mind.] Lady Kimura, tell me how it is you did that but I still lack the strength to fly.

[She watches him attempt it and winces when he falls to earth, ready to cushion him if he needs it. Apparently, he doesn't.

Jerk.]

You need time to rest and recover. New arrivals are severely drained for a day or so. I've been here for some time, and I'm very conservative with how I use the bulk of my power.

Follow me, and we'll head into the village and you can find a place to rest.

[His mouth turns up, but he follows; not that he has much of a choice in the condition he's put himself in. ~~Idiot~~. He doesn't say anything else for the time being, just manages to look rather irritated as per the usual.]

[Saori leads Vegeta into town, enjoying the silence such as it is. She takes him over to the clothing shop first.]

You can collect clothing here. Your own from home.

[He takes a glance back in the store- he knew that, but that was interesting to him how the clothing store had all his belongings from home.]

So, let me guess, their magic allows them to bring all of our possessions from home. Right?

[Saori nods]

Yes, though whether it's magic or some manner of technology is a matter of debate. It might be some combination of both.

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