Y A W N.

Joining this competition had already been a stretch of her patience. It was only the promise of growing stronger, and fighting other powerful warriors, that had ultimately led to her agreement. Did that really mean that she had to help round up the other contestants too? Still, Cabba had dragged her into it and she knew he would have annoyed her to no end otherwise. Besides...the one the sought was an interesting guy all his own.

     “D’ya think I can spar with Hit before we leave the planet?” 

She asked, grinning over at the boy. Cabba looked so strange out of his usual Saiyan armor, wearing something more fitting of the city they had come to. She, too, had been cajoled into following suit, now dressed in a casual t-shirt and pants. All of this, she thought, had better be damn well worth it.

Vegeta wasn’t always the most talkative guy, but seldom was he so taken with another’s battle that he’d cease all speech. He watched the fight with his mouth slightly agape, eyes following every movement between Kakarot and this new Saiyan they’d come to meet. Caulifla...she looked as small as Cabba, and yet like him she was proving to be as strong as the Saiyans of this universe.

     “.....”

Of course, little attention was paid to Cabba, who now sat beside him watching as well. That was hardly anything new...

It had taken forever, he swore. He had never even expected the Saiyan from Universe 6 to warm up to him, for he knew this face threw everyone off, made them more resentful of him. Yet they had grown closer, perhaps it had been their Saiyan blood. And now...

     “Hey, you okay?”

As always, a smirk tugged at his lips, but his voice had fallen to a soft croon. He sat at the bedside, while Cabba stood before him, looking pointedly down at the floor. Black reached forward to lay a hand on his arm. So small, I could break him if I’m not careful.

     “Are you sure that you want this?”

His eyes narrowed as he studied the boy’s form across the clearing. There wasn’t much else to look at anyways, only the same brown rock of the mountains that surrounded them, making it an ideal location for training. Yet now their session was over, and the boy was standing with his back to Vegeta, still as a statue.

     “Hey, you, what's the matter?” He barked, striding closer to the smaller Saiyan.

"So, you wanna spar until that tournament starts?”

“Eh? Kale? I told you, she’s my protege.”

     “Well now, what have we got here. A little Saiyan warrior? You hardly look       as big as Vegeta’s left arm. I’m not even sure you’re half an appetizer.”

“Hey...looks like I got some followers. Well, be patient! I’ll put up a nice theme soon, I guess...”

“OI, CABBA, CAN YOU DO THIS THEME THING?”