[PS] DA Museum and Library

[Violet]

“Well, I think I just found someone who is even more gay than Karl Jakk,” Vi snickered as they moved with quick steps into the deeper recesses of the museum. All around them, posters of former contestants in the grip of bloody battles hung from the tall concrete supports. Tucked in between these supports were smaller kiosks with computers, all flashing the same screensavers. The expansive ceiling rose several stories above them, and gave the building a very cave-like feel. Everything echoed, so she kept her voice low.

“Hot oil??” Ignoring her comment, he grunted in frustration over his ravaging by the overly flaming ‘Enrrrrrrique’. Even though he had thoroughly cleaned it off, his skin still felt stifled by the powdery smelling liquid that was slathered over nearly every inch of his bronzed skin.

Violet snickered. “From where I was sitting, it wasn’t too bad.”

He shot her a fiery glance, its silent message sent shivers skating down her back. “Jeez, man, I’m a woman. When I see a guy all shiny and…doing what you did, what the hell do you expect me to do? Break out my bible and start reciting verses to cleanse my ‘impure’ thoughts?”

His face slackened into a grumpy glower. “I wonder if we could burn them before that guy does things to them?”

Shrugging, Violet dropped her back to the floor and slumped into a plastic chair. “I don’t know about you, Bar Bar, but if a calendar comes out, I’m buying it.” She crossed her arms over her chest and offered him an impish smile.

He gave an irritated sigh and slumped his shoulders. “No calendars.”

“I’m going to hang it in the kitchen. Right near the bar,” she further teased.

“Do it, and I’ll kill you.”

She moved from the chair and stood toe to toe with the menacing warrior. The look he gave her could burn holes in cement, but she didn’t rise to his bait. “Maybe I should buy two.”

“And maybe I should kick you out.”

Laughing, Violet stepped away, letting him brood on the possible blackmail opportunities his purple haired companion implied. She picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder once more. “If you kick me out, who’s going to cook for you?”

“Smitty,” he replied tersely.

Point for him. He was a quick one, that Bardock. “Okay, you got me there. How about who’s going to let you watch movies with them? Hmm? I don’t think Briggs or Sky will, they’re too busy doing whatever it is they do.”

“You’re not getting a damned calendar, or postcard, or whatever the hell he’s doing with those pictures.” He stepped in line behind her as she walked towards the entrance. Enrique was nowhere in sight, but the two models were.

Violet couldn’t take their eyes off of them. She couldn’t help but remember the brief pang of jealousy as she watched them cling to the oiled Saiyan, and the shine of contentment in his expression. One of the women smiled in greeting at her, only to receive a distinctly icy stare from the envious Violet.

“Mr. Bardock!” A busty blonde dressed in a rather skimpy outfit, if you wanted to call whatever those strips of fabric clothes, bounced her way over to them. Her smile could light Los Angeles during a blackout, the desire in her eyes was as naked as she almost was. Violet made mental note of the male’s attentiveness as he addressed the woman. “Can I have your autograph?”

Great, another raving fangirl. Sweet Jesus. Rolling her eyes, she turned to Bar. “I’m going outside. Have fun with the chick.”