10th Taunt | Video (Backdated to July 1st)

[misterbrief]

[He's not going to beat around the bush. When the video pops on, it's clear Vegeta is in his workout clothing, in the Battle Dome, and looking HORRIBLY ANGRY because SOMEONE has been pranking him for the past week with Justin Beiber.]

Alright, I'm only going to say this once. Whoever the prankster is that continues to play that hideous music during my training sessions is going to pay with their life. When I find you, I'm going to rip both of those arms of yours right out of their sockets.

And if any one of you know who it is, you had best tell me now. I might even consider letting you get out of this scot-free if you turn in the clown that continues to elude me.

[And with that, he slams the journal shut in anger. He'll check it again later that night, when he's cooled down a bit.]

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KAY

[misterbrief]

[He's out here because he needed to cool off a bit. He didn't let that stupid music interrupt his work but he's still pretty bent out of shape about it.]

You came all the way out here to bring me dinner. [It's an angry statement rather than a question, even though he's not mad at Saori.]

[windandrain]

Essentially, yes. And to talk.

[She doesn't seem bothered by it. And he should know better than to even suspect her by now. Her brand of pranks tend to be more physical.

But then, he might.]

[misterbrief]

I'm not in the mood for talk tonight, if you haven't noticed.

[He glares, really wanting to be left alone, though he does eye the bit of food she's brought with.]

[windandrain]

But you are in the mood for food.

[She steps closer, not put off in the slightest. Opening the basket, the wind around them sets up a picnic cloth.]

Sit. Tell me what happened while we eat. Maybe I'll be able to figure out who.

[misterbrief]

[He lets out an exasperated, irritated sigh and sits.]

I don't know what else there is to say. Somehow they managed to mess with the programming in the seconds before I started the simulation. It's as simple as that.

[windandrain]

[And plates of food start coming out, lots of them. Sushi mostly, but also soup and fruit, and her usual.]

What kind of music?

[misterbrief]

I don't know, some sort of horrendous pop music.

[He has no idea. That's really Bulla's area.]

[windandrain]

[She hands him a plate first, a thick miso soup and sushi ringing it, before she starts to make one for herself.]

And you can't sense whoever's doing it? Their...ki? Or essence?

[misterbrief]

There's plenty of people in the Dome every day, all the time. And whoever was doing it was suppressing their power, if they have any at all. It's not so easy to pick out a lower power level.

[He takes the plate, setting it down and sipping the miso.]

[windandrain]

Ah, and you have no idea who might want to bother you like that?

[She's frowning down at her plate, not really caring for this sort of prank at all.]

[misterbrief]

Oh, I'm sure there's plenty around here who would want to do that to me. [He can think of a dozen off the top of his head.]

But no matter. I'll find them. And when I do.

[windandrain]

Would you like some help with figuring it out?

[misterbrief]

I'll figure it out myself. I've already got a few clues to go off of.

[windandrain]

[She takes a bite of sushi, nodding.]

Alright. [A pause.]

What kind of music do you like, anyway?

[misterbrief]

Me? [He wasn't really expecting that question.] As long as it's not screaming at me or speaking of something unspeakable, I usually don't mind it.

[windandrain]

Oh? Have I ever played you music before, then? I can't really remember.

[misterbrief]

Ah...

[Give him a second he's getting a little flustered at the idea of Saori playing for him because shy]

No. I didn't even know you played.

[windandrain]

[She quirks her head at him and looks to the instrument case.]

I...play several instruments. I believe I've even played them over the network.

[misterbrief]

That's good and all, but I don't always pay attention to everything on those blasted journals.

[Most of it was pointless anyway...]

I guess I get to learn something new everyday about you, huh.

[windandrain]

Yes, I guess you do.

[She finishes off her omelette in two big bites and wipes her fingers clean on a napkin before reaching for the case.]

Here, I'll play something much more pleasant.

[misterbrief]

[He raises his eyebrow. He was wondering what was in the case.]

[He won't say anything, but just silently watch her remove the instrument and get ready to play.]

[windandrain]

[The case contains a three-stringed instrument, obviously well cared for and quite ancient. Saori cradles it lovingly, running her hands along the wood, not paying him much mind at all. She'd play whether he wanted or not, but it was always better with an audience.

No more words, no preamble either. She just starts to play a slow but gradually quickening tune.]

[misterbrief]

[He sits, chin resting in his hand as he listens. It's not anything he would go out and listen to on a regular basis, living in the west and all and used to western sounds, but it wasn't bad. It wasn't screaming at him and it sounded like actual music.

When she finishes, he doesn't clap as he's still in a bad mood as it is, but gets up, and sits beside her. Reaching out a finger, he goes to give one of the strings a twang.]

What is it?

[windandrain]

The instrument, or the song?

[She doesn't jerk it away, but she does give him a reproving look. This instrument is older than some continents, Grumpy.]

[misterbrief]

[He kind of looks back at her with a blank look at her own reproving look. What. It's just an instrument.]

Both.