(Author's Note: As per all fanfiction writers here on FF.NET, I do not own DBZ. Also, Tarble and Gure are not creations of my own, but Akira Toriyama's from a DBZ special. It was awesome. You should watch it. Seriously.)
The two Saiyans, one short and the other much shorter, stared at each other from across their sitting positions. Neither knew what to say or where to even begin. Vegeta, for one, wouldn't have bothered staying there in the first place if it wasn't for Bulma's constant nagging to "bond" and "catch up" with his younger brother. He was sure the only reason Tarble was staying was to annoy him. Vegeta looked at the other spiky-haired Saiyan with a mix of hesitation. Then again, Tarble looked like he would rather be anywhere but near him. Perhaps his wife had something to do with it, too?
Speaking of which
"I know you're a pathetic excuse for a Saiyan, but even you could have done better." There. He finally got that off his chest.
Tarble blinked, as if startled by the
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