misterbrief | 11th Taunt

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11th Taunt | Action

Arriving back in Luceti, he returns home, genuinely happy for a change. Because all the hard work has finally paid off. A brown, long monkey tail pokes out of a hole he's created in the seat of his pants, a reward he's been seeking since he found out it was possible. He felt stronger with it. Now he could reach his maximum potential, a level of power he hasn't had access to since he arrived here. He keeps his tail unwrapped, not feeling any danger of having it grabbed or cut off.

But, the tail comes with its own problems. Problems he hasn't had to worry about in thirty years...

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A:

[In the morning, he's headed right for the Clothing Shop, getting new pants for the moment with holes in it for his tail. On the way, he seems to be walking normally, tail bobbing behind him, but he's still a little wobbly. So much that out of the blue, he loses his balance...and crashes, right into you. Or maybe he didn't crash into you, maybe you were just walking by when he started to faceplant and his tail instinctively just wrapped around your arm and took you with him on accident. Or maybe he's hanging onto you by his tail because you are heavy enough not to get dragged down.]

B:

[All that shopping has made him sort of hungry, so he heads to Seventh Heaven to get a bite to eat, mowing down food like a vacuum. But it won't go without something happening on the way there. That book you were reading, the coffee you were drinking, or whatever it is you've got, there's a tail wrapping around it trying to thieve it right out of your hands. He doesn't know his tail is doing that, but it's doing its own bit of exploring and wrapping around things. The Malnosso couldn't let him go home without a little bit of mischief, after all.]

C:

[After all is said and done, he's going right to the Battle Dome to test things out. Inside, those who frequent the Dome would find that the man with the golden hair isn't there today- instead there's a man covered in red fur, wild brown hair, and looking quite simian instead of human. He's going through his drills, for speed and strength, taking advantages of the shifts placed on the walls to test out the power of his ki blasts, rocking the room inside. He's coming out every hour to reset the simulation, keeping the form up. He's taller, by a grand total of two more inches, setting him at a towering 5'7''.

Though there is a point in time where he's reverted back to his base form, and he's...latched his tail in what looks like a clamp. And he's leaning forward, using his body weight to pull on it almost as if he's trying to stretch his tail. Either way, it looks painful, especially when he screams in pain, gritting his teeth. What is he doing? Who knows.]

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[He blinks, but then slowly nods as realization dawns.]

...I get it--so you're playin' dress-up. Like kids do for Halloween.

W-What? [Did he just suggest-!]

This is hardly the sort! A Halloween costume would not be able to eliminate the cosmos. How dare you compare this to some child's plaything.

[Firo grins like he hasn't in a while. It doesn't make him feel better--not even close--but seeing Vegeta a bit annoyed is somehow satisfying.]

Why shouldn't I when that's exactly what it looks like?

Listen here! [Oh he is annoyed, definitely. ~~He deserves it~~]

Keep running that mouth of yours and I'll blast you.

[He should be concerned right now ...but he doesn't really care too much. Even if Vegeta does go through with the threat, it'd be something else to think about.]

All I hear from that is that you can't think of a good way to argue with me.

[Says the guy who uses force in place of verbal argument all the time.]

[He grits his teeth, stomps his foot as hard as he can, creating a quick small quake of its own that shakes the building once again. It just only lasts no more than two seconds this time.]

You've got one last chance.

[He tilts his head to one side.]

For what? To find you a better costume?

[In response, he only holds up his hand, palm facing Firo. An orb of energy forms there, and he's aiming it right at the boy.]

[Ordinarily he'd be pretty nervous right now, knowing what Vegeta can do with that. And he is getting antsy, it's just drowning under all the other emotions that have been choking him lately. So instead of swallowing his pride and apologizing--as anyone with half a working brain would do--he frowns and shrugs.]

Don't you have a sense a' humor, grandpa?

[Being called grandpa does it for him. He hates it when people refer to his age. He drove two teenagers off a cliff last time that happened. His stony expression doesn't change.

He lets the blast fly at Firo. It's low powered, because he's not looking to kill him, but it's got concussive force behind it. If it hits it'll just slam Firo very, very hard against the wall.]

[Oof. Even if he really wanted to, there's not much he could do to avoid that. As it is, he doesn't even make an effort to dodge the blow and it throws him back against the wall. He can almost feel his little brain bouncing around his skull.

He decides he won't give Vegeta the satisfaction of letting him see Firo try to rub away at the unpleasant stinging on his face. Thanks to the elixir, the pain from the blow and the wall are already fading when he stands himself back upright. ]

You need to learn to control that temper a' yours.

[~~Like he can talk.~~]

You just don't know when to quit, do you.

[He is aiming another one now. It looks bigger.]

[No, he doesn't.]

So what if I don't? And what about you? What the hell's your problem?

[He lets this one fly at Firo too. It's more powerful than the last, but it's still nothing close to fatal.]

Shut up.

[He stumbles back into the wall again; this time the pain is harder to ignore. He shakes his head roughly, trying to clear it.]

Why the fuck should I shut up for you?

[Sorry, Vegeta. He's in an even worse mood than usual and he's not being smart about who he takes it out on.]

Because you're about to put yourself on my bad side, that's why. You could say I'm a bit of an old pro when it comes to dealing with brats like you.

[First thing's first:]

I'm not a brat.

[He says as he pouts brattily.

After getting hit twice, though, he seems to have cooled down a bit. His surprise has something to do with it too.]

You mean I wasn't already on your bad side?

If you get on my bad side, you don't get to live. [He narrows his eyes.]

Consider yourself lucky. Unless you'd like to change that.

You know I'll just come back in a week, right?

[Or sooner, if his regeneration kicks in in time.

But he sighs and it's plain a lot of the fight's gone out of him.]

...I guess that means you wouldn't teach me anymore when I did get back, though.

[He has priorities.]

That's the fun of Luceti. If I want to torment someone for the rest of time, I can. [They come back, he kills them again, over and over and over. This is a plan he has for Frieza if that guy ever shows up here. It'll be GREAT.]

Speaking of which, haven't you managed to gain enough energy to use it for more than just flying? [He sounds irritated, like this is a thing that obviously should have happened already if Vegeta was actually a good teacher and told Firo about it instead of being a dick.]

[What a nice thought. Firo can't say he hasn't considered doing the sane thing to certain people, though.

His annoyance can't completely hide an edge of eagerness; he deeply wants to move to the next step. If he can.]

How the hell should I know? You haven't told me what I should be lookin' to try next!

[And he's wary of trying to fire energy on his own for the first time. He'd have a hard time forgiving himself if he hit someone by mistake.]

Don't you remember from the draft? When I destroyed those cultists? [Like the one he punched through a ton of trees!] Start using it to do that. Your physical strength should have increased ten fold by now. You've been at this for over a year, for goodness sake.

[Vegeta's tone brings the frown back to Firo's face, but there's a quick flicker of happiness. While he has noticed an increase in strength and flying was more useful than he'd thought, he's been eager to work on something more straightforward.]

Fine, fine! Don't act all grumpy when you coulda' told me earlier.

[Firo's been somewhat spoiled with his teachers--at least when it comes to fighting. Yagulma, Ronnie, and the Don were always pretty clear about what they wanted him to try. And more approachable.

Still, there's a "thank you" on it's way for Vegeta. Eventually.]

You should have noticed. Pay attention to your own power, you should be able to feel it. [He thought it was obvious but he forgets this is stuff that people don't just know about.]

You should be gravity training too, but I bet you haven't been doing that, either.

[He's gritting his teeth to keep from snapping, an agitated expression that quickly turns to pure confusion. Yep, he most definitely hasn't been doing any gravity training.

Defensively, he responds:]

...I know what gravity is.

[Sort of. He knows it's what keeps him on the ground, but anything more is beyond him.]

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