After dragging the humongous fish to shore, they set quickly to the task of gutting and skinning. Using a crude knife she fashioned from a sharp piece of flint rock found along the rocky beach, she easily sliced through the thick flesh of the dead creature, tossing bits and pieces to Bardock who quickly set forth to cooking them.
The tantalizing scents of roasted fish filled the camp, along with the loud mewling of both of their stomachs. It had been a few hours since they downed the venison, and the fresh catch would be a wonderful light meal for them, and there was plenty to smoke over the flames for later.
“You know, you shouldn’t have gotten that splint wet;” she commented lightly as she pulled a nice sized steak from the side of the fish and laying it down on a nearby rock. “I don’t think I have enough material to rebind it.”
“And I’m listening to you, why?”
“Because moisture will lead to infection.” she explained tersely. “Getting an infection wouldn’t be very helpful right now, Bar.”
Frowning, he took the slab of meat and placed it in the coals of the fire. “What are you talking about? Are you saying I’m too weak to fight?”
Shaking her head, she sighed heavily. “No, that’s not what I’m saying;” she replied, cutting off another piece and laying it aside. “I’m saying, how do you expect to perform if you are in worse pain than you are now? Why perpetuate it?”
“I can perform just fine.” He said with a coy smile. She ignored it, mostly because she wasn’t too comfortable with the insinuation of it. Wasn’t it enough that he insisted on remaining in his boxers while they prepared their supper? Come on, there’s a half naked guy cooking her food! It took all she could muster not to lay her knife down and unwrap the present he presented to her. Hell, she felt the tension, and she was sure he did, too, but now was not the time or the place to be fooling around. Besides, that would be really really awkward at this stage of their friendship.
She had the willpower of a saint, and if her mother were alive today, she’d be proud of her daughter’s practiced patience, that is, if she could overlook the whole 7 years of killing thing. She wasn’t too proud of that herself, to be honest.
“That’s nice to know.” She said finally, laying the bloody knife down beside the stripped carcass. Washing her hands off in the nearby water source, Vi padded over to her companion.
In the last four or five days since their arrival on Dante, she’d learned more about him than when they were back on the ship. They’d managed to click somehow, a silent understanding between them that made them more than they would have been apart. At this stage of the game, she knew she needed him, perhaps more than she ever needed anyone in her life. Unlikely as it was, he was her friend, and one hell of a piece of eye candy for her hungry eyes to feast upon. Plus, he had battle skills, to boot. Oh, and he saved her life, how many times now?
She owed him more than a simple thank you. It just seemed too…insulting. He could have killed her long ago, but it was yet another enigma of her Saiyan protector, he kept her around, but for what reason?
As the food cooked over the small fire, they talked about pretty much nothing in particular, just basking in the other’s company. Her eyes brightened as he regaled her in a tale of his last encounter with the Abyss, and the surprising victory he’d walked away with. He may not have been the most articulate person, but the excitement that flashed across his face was something delicious for her to experience.
She sighed in contentment as she laid the remnants of her dinner aside and drew her long, shapely legs up to her chest, hugging them with her arms. Resting her chin on her knees, she watched in anticipation as he finished his meal. “I really wish I could have seen it.”
“What?” he mumbled through a mouthful of fish. Sloshing back a fresh swig of water, he swallowed the last of his supper, wiping the greasy residue away with the back of a hand. “The Abyss?”
Nodding, she smiled. “It would have been fun to watch you fight your way to the top, a true champion. You deserved it, Bar.”
“Damn straight.” He grinned.
“I have a good feeling about this year. We’re getting close to the end.”
“And only two kills to our names.” His face fell in disappointment. Her hand slipped over to gently touch his, eyes meeting in silent understanding.
“Look at it this way, we’ve been out here for three days now, and have survived what, three battles? We may not have the most spectacular kill count now, but wai-“ she paused, ears perking up. She heard something, and looking quickly at Bardock, realized he did, as well.
Moving slowly to his feet, he grabbed the axe that laid against a nearby tree, Violet scuttling for her own weapon. A crackle of leaves in the brush beyond confirmed they weren’t alone. They aimed.
“Come out now, or we kill.” Bardock growled, the warning in his voice sending her flesh into a fit of goosebumps. The bushes ruffled, and a face peered from behind a thin veil of foliage. Her heart stopped. Was this it for them?
Bardock repeated his threat, axe poised as he tiptoed slowly towards the intruder. Saying a silent prayer, Violet aimed her gun. Whoever was in those bushes were about to get the surprise of their lives.
The tantalizing scents of roasted fish filled the camp, along with the loud mewling of both of their stomachs. It had been a few hours since they downed the venison, and the fresh catch would be a wonderful light meal for them, and there was plenty to smoke over the flames for later.
“You know, you shouldn’t have gotten that splint wet;” she commented lightly as she pulled a nice sized steak from the side of the fish and laying it down on a nearby rock. “I don’t think I have enough material to rebind it.”
“And I’m listening to you, why?”
“Because moisture will lead to infection.” she explained tersely. “Getting an infection wouldn’t be very helpful right now, Bar.”
Frowning, he took the slab of meat and placed it in the coals of the fire. “What are you talking about? Are you saying I’m too weak to fight?”
Shaking her head, she sighed heavily. “No, that’s not what I’m saying;” she replied, cutting off another piece and laying it aside. “I’m saying, how do you expect to perform if you are in worse pain than you are now? Why perpetuate it?”
“I can perform just fine.” He said with a coy smile. She ignored it, mostly because she wasn’t too comfortable with the insinuation of it. Wasn’t it enough that he insisted on remaining in his boxers while they prepared their supper? Come on, there’s a half naked guy cooking her food! It took all she could muster not to lay her knife down and unwrap the present he presented to her. Hell, she felt the tension, and she was sure he did, too, but now was not the time or the place to be fooling around. Besides, that would be really really awkward at this stage of their friendship.
She had the willpower of a saint, and if her mother were alive today, she’d be proud of her daughter’s practiced patience, that is, if she could overlook the whole 7 years of killing thing. She wasn’t too proud of that herself, to be honest.
“That’s nice to know.” She said finally, laying the bloody knife down beside the stripped carcass. Washing her hands off in the nearby water source, Vi padded over to her companion.
In the last four or five days since their arrival on Dante, she’d learned more about him than when they were back on the ship. They’d managed to click somehow, a silent understanding between them that made them more than they would have been apart. At this stage of the game, she knew she needed him, perhaps more than she ever needed anyone in her life. Unlikely as it was, he was her friend, and one hell of a piece of eye candy for her hungry eyes to feast upon. Plus, he had battle skills, to boot. Oh, and he saved her life, how many times now?
She owed him more than a simple thank you. It just seemed too…insulting. He could have killed her long ago, but it was yet another enigma of her Saiyan protector, he kept her around, but for what reason?
As the food cooked over the small fire, they talked about pretty much nothing in particular, just basking in the other’s company. Her eyes brightened as he regaled her in a tale of his last encounter with the Abyss, and the surprising victory he’d walked away with. He may not have been the most articulate person, but the excitement that flashed across his face was something delicious for her to experience.
She sighed in contentment as she laid the remnants of her dinner aside and drew her long, shapely legs up to her chest, hugging them with her arms. Resting her chin on her knees, she watched in anticipation as he finished his meal. “I really wish I could have seen it.”
“What?” he mumbled through a mouthful of fish. Sloshing back a fresh swig of water, he swallowed the last of his supper, wiping the greasy residue away with the back of a hand. “The Abyss?”
Nodding, she smiled. “It would have been fun to watch you fight your way to the top, a true champion. You deserved it, Bar.”
“Damn straight.” He grinned.
“I have a good feeling about this year. We’re getting close to the end.”
“And only two kills to our names.” His face fell in disappointment. Her hand slipped over to gently touch his, eyes meeting in silent understanding.
“Look at it this way, we’ve been out here for three days now, and have survived what, three battles? We may not have the most spectacular kill count now, but wai-“ she paused, ears perking up. She heard something, and looking quickly at Bardock, realized he did, as well.
Moving slowly to his feet, he grabbed the axe that laid against a nearby tree, Violet scuttling for her own weapon. A crackle of leaves in the brush beyond confirmed they weren’t alone. They aimed.
“Come out now, or we kill.” Bardock growled, the warning in his voice sending her flesh into a fit of goosebumps. The bushes ruffled, and a face peered from behind a thin veil of foliage. Her heart stopped. Was this it for them?
Bardock repeated his threat, axe poised as he tiptoed slowly towards the intruder. Saying a silent prayer, Violet aimed her gun. Whoever was in those bushes were about to get the surprise of their lives.
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