Bring Me To Life

[Sansho "Pepper"]

If she had her way, she'd wipe out every single one of these idiots from the face of the earth.

At least Trunks had seen fit to back down and leave the pesky questions at the door. What annoyed her even more, however, was that Wuko had decided to do this without fully explaining the situation to her. She didn't believe for one moment that her innocent side was completely oblivious. Was she stupid? Yes. But there was no way she could have revived a fucking person without knowing what the fuck was HAPPENING! It was a slap to her face, and only fed her rage!

Of course, Raditz, the fucker that had apparently been dying to be revived, had to start prodding at her. She turned her dark emerald eyes to him, narrowing her eyes at his comment.

"If the arrogant little wench wanted help, then she wouldn't have acted like she was the queen of the world." His choice words made her wonder for a moment if he knew a bit more then he was letting on. Then again, what did she care? She'd probably end up killing him anyways.

"I don't give help. I'm not going to lower myself to some pathetic weaklings standards. She can just man up and deal with it. I had to. So can she." Pepper snapped before turning and beginning to walk away. "Let's just go. I'm tired and I want to rest before I get my ass pummelled for being party to this idiotcy."

With that, Pepper launched into the air, not slowing down for him. And god damn, was she quick.

[Vegeta]

In the time that they had been busy loitering around the remains of Turles's failed work, Vegeta started to get annoyed. No, not annoyed. Fucking pissed. They should have been on the move a long time ago and back already. It had felt like a fourth energy source had joined them, somewhat less than the other foreign power and Pepper, but it eventually moved away at an erratic speed.

Now it felt like the Three Stooges were on the move in his direction. Good, it was about damn time!

Unfolding his arms and pushing off from leaning on the gravity chamber, the prince looked up as Trunks was the first to arrive. When he was warned that they would have a guest, he arched a brow. "I figured that much. And does this guest have a name or did you somehow neglect to get it?" That detail didn't really matter because it didn't take the others long to join them it seemed. At least Pepper knew to be a little more prompt once she saw he was sending someone for her. Still, he was prepared to knock her block off for the delay...

Until he saw the guest once they were closer.

Vegeta's jaw went slack with actual shock. Now the question of what she did became infinitely more serious. The sky had not darkened so the dragon balls had not been used and he was fairly certain she had yet to learn of them. Now her moving off to the east made some sort of sense, but he was still confused about what she could have pausibly done to bring the moron back to life. His energy had not been detectable until she had moved north into the mountains. Wherever she went, something there had done the deed.

The prince suddenly smirked, looking incredibly pleased. He wouldn't have to knock her block off after all. If anything, she needed a reward of some sort. "Hn, she's done something useful for once. Won't Kakarot have a fit when he sees his brother again!"

[Trunks]

Trunks placed his hands behind his head and intertwined his fingers as he cradled the base of his own skull. He kept his eyes on the sky even as his father questioned the guest's name. Faintly he could remember some mention of the guy's name, but he really didn't keep track. That was probably an important thing to do. Rather than answer his dad he allowed the other two people in flight to join them on the Brief's property for introductions.

However, the look of his father's face was pretty much priceless and cause him to just give a wry smile as he realized that Vegeta did in fact know their guest. "Dad, a fly will get in there." Trunks loved picking on his dad, no matter the punishments that occured usually in forms of 'light' hits upside the head or just a comeback. He personally had no idea what Pepper had gone and done nor did he know who the guy was in the first place.

Upon hearing that it was Goku's brother, now that was a shocker. However, Trunks was Trunks and merely raised an eyebrow at the new information. "That's Goku's brother? He's certainly...different." Trunks shrugged one shoulder as he continued to rest his head on his hands. If his dad wasn't worried, than neither was he. Besides the guy had such a tiny power level compared to even himself that it was weird.

Trunks was so used to massive power levels in his family and friends, that it was strange to know that there was a Saiyan with such a low power level. Really his slacker level was the equivalent of almost three of Radditz.

[Vegeta]

Vegeta rolled his eyes at the comment of the fly. If he were closer, he would have knocked the boy over but he was now in too good a mood to let it affect him. He'd get him back later on for it. Something embarrassing in front of a pretty girl he was trying to flirt with would be a fine means of payback.

"Need I remind you of your uncle?" The prince arched his brow at his son. Tarble was quite different than him. He was much more polite and friendly, but he was also much weaker. Saiyajins, though they often looked similar, came in an interesting variety. "Raditz got himself killed on this planet well over twenty years ago and back then he was a flea as far as power went. I must admit, I find it odd he isn't all that strong now, from his time in Hell...But then I might be able to speculate on a few reasons."

Remembering back to when he caught sight of the maned Saiyajin healing Nappa, he wondered if the moron managed to backtrack to that. Which was not a bad thing. Healers could turn the tide in a fight at a moment's notice. Sure they were weak physically, but they had their uses. And Raditz wasn't just bringing that under his belt...He was bringing something just as valuable. Information.

[Sansho "Pepper"]

It really didn't take that long for Pepper to land after the youth. The Ikikesan runaway had shot through the air, letting her rage fuel her flight, tearing through the sky at impossible speeds. Still, it was nowhere near her fastest speed on the ground. Flying was still so strange for her, that she was still trying to figure out how to get those speeds without the comforting earth beneath her.

Despite this, she still made good time, far ahead of the more leisurely Raditz. A few days ago, she would landed in a flip, like Wuko had outside of the restaurant. The forced practice, however, had Pepper landing neatly on her feet, her ki vanishing as soon as she landed. Her expression was openly twisted into an annoyed, surly manner, as she scowled, waiting for the lecture that she was now going to have to deal with because of her 'sweeter' side. Sweeter, ha. If Wuko was anything, she was a simpleton. And an annoying one at that.

She didn't exactly hear what the full conversation was between the two, but she didn't care. As soon as she landed, she strode forward, raising her hands in defense.

"Look, Vegeta, I have no idea what the fucking moron did. She claims she has no idea what she did, but I don't buy it. I'd kill him or knock him out or something, but she'll throw a fit- ... Wait. Why aren't you about to hit me?"

[Raditz]

Despite the fact that he had gotten enraged over being thought of as slow, which he had every right to be because she had no clue how fast he could go when he was serious, Raditz took a more leisurely pace. He was in no hurry like the others, because he knew Vegeta would not be entirely sour once he showed up. So instead of rushing, the maned Saiyajin took his time to take in the scenery. Much to his pleasure, it appeared that human settlements were still few and far between. Thankfully it seemed they had yet to reach an over-populated mark. If the Saiyajins managed to attain their fresh start, they could keep it that way.

'Of course, Kakarot would be against doing so by force. Bah.'

The prince probably would too. Well, it wasn't his call to make, good idea or not. He took note of the forest to his right and what looked like a desert on the left. At least they wouldn't have to worry about helping vegetation grow somewhere. He wondered if there were any jungle-like areas.

Breaking from his musings, the druid noticed they entered the vicinity of a cluttered city and eventually were making their landing behind a considerably large dome building. Capsule Corporation. The name didn't mean a thing to him.

Raditz landed shortly after Pepper and smirked at her attempts to explain herself. Or the other her? Definitely someone to avoid, he liked to know the person he was dealing with had one person in their head, not two. "Yet you share the same body, I suppose it was too trivial or too difficult to seize the reigns from the other person in there?" The maned Saiyajin snickered, passing her to approach the prince, before whom he knelt down and sat the statuette on the grass, "In any case, don't be angry with the fool if you are, sire. I confess to convincing her to assist me in coming back to life while taking a great deal of advantage of her stupidity and if you plan on punishing her for the deed, then I'll step in."

[Vegeta]

Originally, yes, he would have punished Pepper. If it had been anything other than a Saiyajin she brought back, then he would have let her have it and thensome. If she had brought back the puppy she thought she would have, Vegeta would have punted the damn thing and given her the tongue lashing of the ages.

However, a Saiyajin was a whole other story. Even if it was Raditz. Hell, he might have even tolerated Nappa once more, if not for a little bit before he felt the need to destroy him again. But here was another Saiyajin who was not painfully ignorant of his damned heritage and took to it with some manner of pride. Now he would have someone he could actually socialize normally with.

"Finally..." Vegeta grunted in exasperation, not only because he didn't have to wait on them to bring him answers but because he wasn't so alone anymore.

He looked down at the presented statue and tilted his head in a curious manner. What was that? More importantly, where the hell did they get it? Reaching down, he snatched up the figure to look at it more closely. That was an all too familiar face. The corner of his mouth twitched on the slight frown he wore. The prince clicked his tongue, looking it over. It certainly needed a clean up. "Trunks, do me a favor and clean this up...I don't have to tell you to avoid damaging it. This is probably the only time you'll get a look at your grandfather after all. Unless there's more..." When he looked at Raditz expectantly, the other Saiyajin nodded. That made Vegeta smirk.

"Hn. Is that so then? Well, later on today we'll have to make a point to bring several capsules with us and really excavate the site." Now that he had a plan for later, he looked over at Pepper, "I don't care how you failed to stop her in or whatever nonsense goes on between you too. Frankly, she brought the population count of pure blood Saiyajins from two to three, so I'll let her wayward adventures slide this time."

[Trunks]

Trunks merely grinned at his father when he rolled his eyes. He loved getting away with things when his dad was in a good mood, it just didn't happen very often and he couldn't help teasing the older man at times. He had met his uncle, and his aunt, when he was about eight or nine so the memories of him weren't that old. So much happened ten years ago, he never wanted to forget any of it.

"I'm just not used to any Saiyajin having such a smaller power level, who isn't a child." He was cocky, arrogant and prideful, and it showed through the lazy grin he held on his face as he spoke to his dad. Spending twenty-four-seven around the prince shaped who Trunks was as a child, and it didn't change much even as he got older. He knew he was considered a prince too, as a child he used to boast to Goten all the time about it. Upon Pepper's landing, he turned his attention to her.

Hearing her words gave much more insight into her...bitchy mood. Split personalities, that made more sense. Trunks couldn't a remember a time when Pepper wasn't anything other than her eager, naive self in the short period he had known her. He didn't speak to her however, finding no reason to egg her on like he enjoyed doing with his dad. Nor did he talk to the newcomer when he finally landed and explained himself to Vegeta.

The easy-going teen was still trying to get a feel for Radditz, and if there was any point in talking to him. For one thing, he was probably more likely to divulge information about Saiyajin technology and culture than his father was. His dad tended to go on long rants when ever Trunks asked about the culture, which he sort of started to zone out of when he did. And when technology was brought up, Vegeta would get annoyed because Trunks preferred tinkering with tech rather than training lately.

Trunks moved closer to his dad to take the tarnished, dirty statue with a curious gaze. "Dad, I've got steadier hands than both mom and grandpa. Next time you see this it'll look like new." Rather than pay more attention than necessary to the conversation or the people, Trunks took the time to admire the statue of his dad's father. Growing up, his dad talked a lot about the pride of the Saiyajin but not a lot about sentimental things. When Trunks did ask about his paternal grandfather, he got a brief answer and was sent on his way.

He didn't leave immediately, and stayed next to his dad in case there was any futher need of him. Trunks knew how much his dad hated when he rushed off to do something without him explictly saying so. Instead the boy held the statue like it was emensly fragile, still admiring it as the conversation continued.

[orgagasm]

Nappa wandered aimlessly around the Blood Fountain, admiring its glistening crimson-red waters. Gazing at this brilliant pond (once, of the normal water variety), brought him back to the old days, years and years ago...if it had even been years and years ago, he couldn't tell how much time had passed in Hell...to right before he died.

He remember feeling irritated at Vegeta for killing him like that. Surely it was a joke, as it was in the Saiyan nature to simply kill one another like that. Although, in this case, he had a pressing Vogue: Saiyan Edition photoshoot coming up, in which he would be gracing the cover of the magazine with his dashingly good looks. There was something about bald Saiyans that was attractive, it was rare to stumble across such beauties.

But alas, he had been beaten up by some nobody named Kakarrot, and to top it off, Vegeta playfully killed him. He supposed it wouldn't have mattered anyways, he did receive some hefty blows from this nobody that would tarnish his modeling reputation...however it was all in the past. It was a reality that no longer existed.

Nappa tried to make friends with the folks he found here in Hell, but it seemed that many of the abandoned him after a few seconds. A few minutes if he was lucky. And now, here he was, strolling alongside the Blood Fountain all alone.

In the reflection of the glassy waters Nappa saw the outline of some sort of creature. He turned his gaze from the waters to what happened to be right in front of him, sitting on the edge of the fountain. It was fluffy, pink, had three horns protruding from it's head and two extremely long, floppy ears. He wasn't quite sure what the creature was, but he liked it.

"Hmm, Vegeta would never let me have a pet 'cuz I always killed them or they were too weak...but I'm in Hell and there's nothing to kill, so I'm going to call you Spikes and you will be mine!"

And thus, started the bond between the strange hell-creature and Nappa.

[Supaisu Tsuyoi]

A small gathering of animals crowded around a tall, dark haired man. Supaisu idly stroked the breast of one blue bird as he lost himself in his thoughts. He was searching for his betrothed, and had been for quite some time. The small animals that crowded around him were not unusual in the least, and natives to the Earth. But they were definitely not animals you could find in the desert, where the Ikikesan coloney had made its home. He was more used to the snakes, lizards, and rabits.

Suddenly a familiar energy rushed by him at a slightly slower speed than normal. Granted it was still an incredible speed, there was one energy slightly faster. He smiled lightly at the thought of actually locating the MIA girl. However, the energies were all very faint and caused him to look around.

"Sansho...?" Supaisu questioned softly. He gently moved the animals away from himself and said his goodbyes before shapeshifting to follow after the small trail of familiar energy.

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[Straburi Puffe]

For a place that was heralded for it's torment and downright nastiness...

Hell was boring. Like, painting your toe nails or watching paint dry boring. It didn't help to be weak compared to some of the creatures there. Chucking bombs at them often won her nights of lock up, mostly for her own well being.

Straburi set about looking for a bunch of Saiya-jins to pick on. She had seen a group migrate over to the Blood Fountain so she intended to bombard them with pink and purple paint bombs. Besides the incendiaries, they fucking hated those things and she wanted a good fucking laugh before she had to run for her afterlife. But by the time she wandered to the area, it seemed they had moved on. Well, what the heck, where did they go off to now? The tiny red-haired woman scoped around and was about to go terrorize someone else when she saw one big lug of a monkey.

And when a Tuffle thinks 'big lug' we're talking King Kong. Straburi herself probably came up as high as his hip if she were lucky. And...What was he doing with a Hell Bunny? Seriously? She'd seen Saiya-jins eat those, not treat them like pets. Pets to Saiya-jins were big, hairy, and fit with rows of fangs that would disembowel you well before their master set them to it.

'Weird...I should blow him up, but I'm rather curious. Maybe he's one of those simpleton-types.' Wondering how he would react, she picked up a paint bomb before she chucked it square at the bald baboon's tail. If it hit and exploded, his ass and then some would be as pink as his new furry little friend. Even if he reacted like the typical monkey, she would get away pretty fast with a few bombs tossed his way to slow him down.

[orgagasm]

Just as Nappa was picking his new Hell Bunny Spikes up he felt a soft thud and a splatter on his delicate bottom. He froze momentarily, raising one eyebrow slightly, confused as to what could have hit him. The thud was so soft that he would normally have ignored it, however it was the splatter that followed after which bothered him. He noted that some of this 'splatter' got onto his precious monkey tail, and so he unraveled it from around his waist to get a closer look as to what exactly hit him.

Upon closer inspection he confirmed that somehow someway, for the first time in Hell, he had gotten bright pink paint splattered onto him. How, he did not know. It was a shade or two darker than Spikes, and rather sticky. "Hah, now we match! Except not completely since my pink is darker than yours but we still now match! It is a sign!" Nappa exclaimed to his little pink furry friend, who simply tilted it's head and made a chirping noise. The bunny started to struggle, at which point Nappa decided it was best to set him free.

Once down on the ground, Spikes dashed off into the bushes not far from the Blood Fountain. "I'll see you later Spikes, be safe!" Nappa shouted after the Hell Bunny. It had given him one last glance before completely vanishing, acknowledging his presence. Nappa smiled to himself then remembered the sticky pink stuff on his tail and rear. He rotated his torso so he could get a closer look at his bottom, and indeed, it was covered with bright pink...paint. But, it gave him an idea. A brilliant idea. He just needed to find the culprit.

Nappa started to look around the fountain to see who could have done this. Many of those there were of his fellow race, but one small girl stood out with bright red hair. She certainly wasn't a Saiyan, because Saiyans do not have red hair, as far as he was concerned. She was holding a few odd round objects in her hand, and reeked of suspicion.

Nappa pointed a finger at the small girl. "You!" he shouted across to her. "You just gave me a brilliant idea! What is your name?"

[Straburi Puffe]

Straburi stood by in observation, hiking a leg up and readying another toss of a paint bomb when the lumbering giant's reaction made her freeze. He wasn't angry? That was unspeakable and unheard of. Any Saiya-jin who got hit with something like that went nuts! Then again, Saiya-jins didn't normally talk to Hell Bunnies let alone name them.

She continued to stand there as he turned about to survey the damage before he looked at her. Now he was bound to-He wasn't mad. Her large, round crimson eyes looked to the left, then to the right, back and forth before centering on him again. What the crap? She gave him a brilliant idea? For what? Then again, did she really want to know? The psychotic Tuffle just stared, still in mid-throw stance as she tried to understand what strange phenomenon she was dealing with here.

"Ya know, ya great big fur ball, you're supposed to get mad when I hit you with a pink paint bomb." Maybe he didn't get the mental memo on that. Because that was the only thing she could think of to explain his weirdness.

Or maybe he needed another. There was a Saiya-jin or two, like that one with the absurd amount of hair (Radish was it?), who needed more than one bomb to get mad. Normally those types gave her an exasperated look and tried to pretend she didn't exist...until they got pelted with a few dozen more. THEN they got pissed. So maybe this guy was like that too.

"It's Straburi Puffe, you damn dirty ape!! And don't you forget it!" The Tuffle woman screamed then let out a maniacal laugh before she proceeded to toss a good two dozen of the paint bombs at Nappa, all in rapid fire succession. There were pink ones, purple ones, and some with a lovely shade of light pastel blue. Those weak and girly colors tended to annoy the monkeys the most so those were what she typically used on them. It was likely, now that she no longer had the element of surprise, the big guy would dodge them...But there were plenty of other poor bastards that would get hit if they missed him, so all would be right in her warped little world.

[Ba'Tege]

What was he doing again? After the...hundredth, thousandth...demon, he wasn't sure anymore really. Ooh, but look! He found a nice fuzzy tail. Odd, none of the demons looked like Saiyajins and once he made a point to check on himself, he deduced it wasn't his tail. Well, finders-keepers and all that jazz! Like they said, when life gave you lemons, make apple juice and leave them wondering how the fuck you did it.

With a shiny new tail to add to his collection, he strode proudly over to the double doors. Resting his hands on the ancient material, he neither knew nor cared whether it was stone or metal, and stopped after an experimental push. Well, those were heavy. Not too heavy for him to push open, but heavy enough it would require exertion. And Ba'Tege only worked hard if happy entrails were involved. Shrugging, he turned away from the doors to see what interesting things this new bit of space would provide. Hell had gotten fairly boring anyway and the demons had been entertaining for a few good minutes. Maybe there were more.

His bloodshot eyes had long adjusted to the dark by now as he wandered around twisting pathways and meandered through a corridor here and there. Along the way, demons had reared their horny heads. Some had been relatively amiable until he started beating on them with their own limbs while others had been immediately hostile due to his somewhat non-demonic nature. Well, it was a little more demonic than it had been before he entered, something about the blood he had not only bathed in but what he had also drank just for kicks. The fur on his tail had thinned out, some of it even falling off while it became more pointed and serpentine. His canines had sharpened considerably and his head ached slightly with the beginning growth of a couple horns.

After a while, the demons began to avoid him and he was growing restless. This was proving to be as uninteresting as Hell was. For a rare moment of stillness, Ba'Tege sat on a rock in a pocket of darkness and held the pose of a brooding thinker.

'This is MONKEY SHIT. What are we doing now?'

'Go back and head back into Hell, or did you forget about that cloak stealing douche?'

'Eugh, my tail is looking ghastly...'

'Find something to kill with fire. Now. Do it. Go. Now.'

What was he going to do? Suddenly, a voice that was none of the ones in his head spoke up. It was sickly sweet like a little song. He fucking hated songs. The fallen prince perked up, trying to see where the voice was coming from. Blasting in random directions sounded like a good idea but as if it were reading his mind, this foreign voice advised against it. Instead, it seemed the voice was offering him a bit of a deal. Get out of Hell and the Demon Realm, find a nice place to terrorize. There were many, many people just waiting for the chaos and the slaughter, the mayhem and the woe. And there was promise of fights to be had and good cheer.

Well.

It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his eternity, right?

'Not a damn thing.'

'This sounds too good to be true...'

'Maybe we can finally get us that fucking purse? Gawd...'

His last thought sealed the deal as he followed the directions towards the gate leading to Earth the voice offered him.

'KILL THEM ALL WITH FIRE!'

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Why, oh Mother Gaian why, did she have to be surrounded by people who found her malady either amusing or just had fun poking at her and trying to light her temper?

A sigh of disgust escaped her when Raditz landed with his own smart-mouth comment. She glanced to him, scowling ferociously at the maned saiya-jin.

"I've been working while she was carousing around, playing with a fucking 'puppy'." She snapped at him. "And I don't need any... Oh forget it." It was rather pointless to argue this right now, especially since she was essentially getting off scot-free. And it was ridiculously easy to take advantage of Wuko...

There was that word... Saiyajin. She felt like she should know it. But it was eluding her.

Whatever.

"So... What now? Are we gonna have a kumbaya and hope that more members of your race come flying out of the air to say hello?"

So maybe she was a bit sarcastic...