Separated

More Earthlings

Jin-Jer walked outside and saw a group of people socializing. Gross. They all stopped and looked at her. Jin-Jer rolled her eyes. Her distain for weaklings was enough to drive her mad. But having a group if them staring at her, she was like a ticking time bomb. "Would you like to take a picture? It'll last longer." She shouted, making them stiffen in fear and go back to what they were doing.

Jin-Jer turned her attention to Vegeta who was leaning up against a tree. Isolating himself from the others. She couldn't help but to think of that dream she had about him the night before.

"You have a lot of friends."

He scoffed, "I'm not fond of any of them." Vegeta looked passed her and towards the group. "Seems as though you've caught all of their attention."

Krillin leaned over and whispered to Piccolo, "Who's Vegeta's friend?"

"According to Vegeta, she took care of and trained him when he was a boy."

Krillin's eyes went bug eyed and his teeth chattered. "Y-you mean... She's a Saiyan too?"

"Please tell me her personality is like Goku's." Tien said.

"Wish I could." Piccolo crossed his arms, "She's got the same pride in her race as Vegeta does."

"You know." Yamcha put his elbow on Krillin's head. "She's kind of hot. Look at those curves through her fighting gear. Think I got a chance?"

"I wouldn't try anything if I were you." Piccolo warned, "She's not exactly fond of humans. Especially ones who aren't... On her level of strength."

"Oh c'mon." Yamcha laughed, scratching the back of his head. "I'm sure she doesn't care about that. I just have to turn up the charm and she'd be weak in the knees for me."

Jin-Jer fazed in front of the group, causing them all, Piccolo excluded, to stumble backwards. "I couldn't help but to over hear your conversation. Anything you want to say to me?"

"Uhhhh..." Yamcha stammered and looked at his friends who just turned their heads. They did not want any part of this. "You have nice hair." He smiled awkwardly. Jin-Jer raised her eyebrow in confusion. "You're really cute too!"

Jin-Jer closed her eyes and felt her top lip twitch upwards in annoyance. There was only one thing she hated more than people insulting her race. And that would be being called cute. Not even Dragar would get away with calling her that. She wasn't some defenseless bunny rabbit. Jin-Jer was a rabid Saiyan warrior. And she demanded to be treated like one.

She floated up to his level, "I'm going to say this once. Yamcha was it? If I catch you taking so much as a glimpse at me, I will blast you into ash. Got that, beta male?" 

Yancha gulped. She really was like Vegeta. Mean and intimidating. "I'm sorry Miss. It won't happen again. Promise!" He stuttered as he felt sweat running down the side if his face. He was thankful that it was that, and not piss running down his leg.

"Good boy" She patted the top of his head in a belittling manner.

"Quit scaring him Jin-Jer." Vegeta walked up to the group with a proud smirk on his face. "He's had enough torment for one day."

Jin-Jer pouted jokingly, "Aw, I was just having fun with the human. Isn't that right, Yamcha?"

He was stiff with fear and couldn't move a muscle.

"She's asked you a question!" Vegeta yelled.

"Yes! No! I mean-"

Jin-Jer chuckled at how frightened he was. "How much longer do I have to wait to go to this damn tournament?"

"We should get going now." Piccolo told her, "We don't want to be late."

"I'll got get Trunks." Jin-Jer walked off.

"Whew." Yancha breathed out slowly. "That was close."

Vegeta glared him. "You should be grateful that you're still alive. She actually wanted to come over here and kill you for degrading her the way you did."

"All I said was-"

"Saiyan women don't like being called cute. Or deluged in petty compliments. They're strong women with more confidence in their pinky finger than you all have in your entire bodies. They're attracted to bravery and strength. Which, quite frankly, you have a lack of." Vegeta crossed his arms and smirked devilishly. "Let this be a warning." He walked up closely to him, "If you even think about her, I'll kill you."

"Dad! I'm ready to go!" Trunks ran towards his father with a wide smile on his face.

Vegeta nodded and flew up unto the sky. Jin-Jer and Trunks followed behind him.

"Told you it was a bad idea." Piccolo shook his head at Yamcha and took to the sky like everybody else.

Let the tournament begin.