[Namek] Super Fun Happy Making Friends Time

[Vad]

Nothing frustrated a veteran soldier more than meeting someone who was eager to experience the thrills and horrors he himself had been through. It wasn't out of compassion, no, it was the fact that people as green as Robert were terrible in combat situations. Logic told the newly frustrated saiyan that Robert was going to have to experience combat at some point. A voice from within, that from which did not originate from Trixie, told him that he should make sure the scientists experience was as painless as possible.

Much like Vad had done for Sage back on Earth, and during their mission on Frost. As the images of Frost entered his mind he could feel his breathing hasten. His mind isolated on his newly formed tail; he carefully felt out it's movement in the back of his mind. The Icerian henchman placing his original appendage on the metal table covered in blood sent a chill down his spine.

Was he becoming less animal and more...human?

Trixie placed both hands on her husband's shoulders. Gently squeezing her fingers she began to massage him.

"Stop dwelling on something that happened over a year ago. You need to let go, my love."

Robert could sense, like most good natured people, that he had caused a great deal of stress to his new acquaintances. It also helped that his wife was now massaging Vad's shoulders, whilst gently kissing the black of his neck. He thought he could hear whispering, but decided not to think too much of it.

"I apologize. I did not mean to wreck your apartment." He offered.

Before Trixie could reply her husband fell backwards into her arms, out cold.

"Vad!" She shrieked, supporting his weight.

Laying him down gently onto the tile floor of the kitchen she placed a hand to his to his forehead. The mistress leaned in to listen for breathing and smiled widely when she realized he had just passed out from exhaustion.

"Is he okay? Do you need any help? I can-" Falconer started to ask.

Trixie interrupted him, her voice full of relief. "He's fine. A nap will do him some good. It's been months since we've been able to sleep decently.

With the help of Robert, Trixie moved her husband into the master bedroom and got him settled.

***

Trixie had relocated her stuff to the large office above the kitchen and brought Robert Falconer with her. He was holding a cup of herbal tea prepared by the saiyans wife. He didn't know what to say so he started with the basics.

"Who are you two?"

Trixie lifted her head from the newly created map of the spaceport drawn with the wall Robert had ordered. She nibbled on the end of her pencil, studying the man sitting on the couch in the office. Beatrix sat behind a large maple desk with her various books and documents covering it. A couch sat against the wall opposite the desk, adorned with a glass coffee table in front of it. A bookshelf rested behind the mistress to her right with an accent light.

Robert met Trixie's pink gaze and immediately looked away.

"I'm going to take a chance with you. I'm going to tell you who we are because you're helping us. You're going to be putting your life on the line with us and you need to know who you're working with."

She began fiddling with the pencil in her hands. "I'm Beatrix; Call me Trixie. That man in the other room is Vad, my husband. We're soldiers of a sort."

"Vad and Trixie." Robert repeated aloud, mostly to himself. He had heard of Vad somewhere before, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

The demonic mistress grinned, knowing exactly what her guest was thinking. Robert's eyes widened with horror as he linked Vad's name to a wanted bulletin about the Central City Massacre.

"It seems you've linked my husband to Central City in your mind." Trixie said as she snapped the pencil she was holding in two.

The redheaded beauty wrapped her hand around the kachin hilt of her gladius sheathed on her right thigh, beneath the desk. Leaning back into her chair she contemplated how quickly she should dismember Mr. Falconer. Her thoughts were stopped short when he mentioned what a colleague had told him.

"A colleague of mine was spreading rumors that Vad wasn't to blame. I vaguely remember him mentioning some sort of war crime conspiracy."

With a sexually frustrated sigh Beatrix relinquished her vice-grip hold on the bladed weapon. The thought of killing another person aroused her greatly.

"I know exactly who you're talking about. Regrettably I had to cut out his heart. His rumors were true and they needed to put down. Like I said initially I'm taking a risk by trusting you right off the bat. Tell me about yourself, Robert. Now that I've told who we are."

The human scientist was unsure of how to react to her statements. On one hand he was horrified; the woman sitting behind the desk before him had just mentioned a gruesome act of violence like it was nothing. On the other hand he was thrilled to be joining forces with them. They were no doubt going to be knee deep in the action when it started.

Their conversation was interrupted by the ring of the penthouse doorbell. Getting up from the desk Trixie held up an index finger to Robert indicating he should stay put; he did just that. Descending the balcony steps to the door she peered through the peephole. Drawing her sidearm she placed the barrel to the door and lined it up with the man's head as he stood awaiting her presence.

"What do you want, soldier?" She spoke through the oaken door.

"I was sent to alert you to the assembly of the wall. It is nearly complete and the Ja City military is beginning their deployment of tower armaments and defensive systems as per your request, Mistress Zulenka."

Sheathing her firearm Trixie opened the door and saluted the soldier. "Good work. Me and Vad will be down within the hour to begin briefing the security personnel as well as beginning our sweeps of the perimeter. I expect the Space Port should go condition red within the next couple of hours. Make sure all the civilians are safely away in the main building before you arm the security."

The private nodded and immediately rushed back down the hotel steps toward the forward command post located just outside the main terminal building. Nearby Namekian villages were being funneled into the space port and all those willing to fight were given field soldier commissions under the Namekian Militia.

Closing the apartment door Trixie began to ascend the balcony steps. Everything was going well so far.

Let's hope it stays that way.