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[The camera jounces up and down as Blake walks. It's pointed up at his face as rocks and hills pass by in the background. From time to time, there's a glimpse of the little Snubbull trotting by his side.]

Good to get out of that place. If I never see the color purple again, it'll be too soon.

[His steps slow and he turns the camera to face a dark opening in the face of the mountain.]

All the way here, "Watch out for the cave," that's what everybody keeps saying. I don't get what the big deal is. It's just a hole in the ground, and I'm a little too old to be scared of the dark. Bats, either. What are they gonna do, get in my hair?

[He turns the phone back toward himself.] Look, I'll show you.

[The screen falls into shadow as he walks into the cave. It's surprising how fast the bright daylight is left behind.]

See? [Blake's face is lit eerily by the light from the Gear. His voice echoes off the ceiling. There's a distant rustling that's probably nothing.] Nothing to it.

[There's a fluttering noise. Something touches his shoulder. Blake brushes it away.]

All you need is a little....

[Something squeaks. A shadow passes behind Blake. There's a soft rustling. Then a loud one. Blake looks up.]

[Then descends Zubat armaggeddon.]

[The Gear catches whirling impressions of wings, frantic squeaking, and a whole lot of shouting.]

Jesus fucking hell!

[Blake bursts back into sunlight with what must be the whole god damn bat population of the island swarming around him. The phone falls and lies on the ground, pointed up at where he's thrashing at the bats as the little pink blur beside him hops up and down and whacks at them with her paws]

[He rips one off his shirt and flings it away, smacks another off his back, and finally, the swarm clears out. He's left panting with his clothes torn.]

Son of a bitch. You okay Steve?

[There's a dizzy "Snub."]

[Blake goes to retrieve the Gear. As he crouches down, he feels something tickling his neck. He reaches up and feels a little Zubat, clinging with tiny claws to what little it can grab of his hair.]

[He pulls it off and holds it by the wing between thumb and forefinger. It squeaks and tries to flap, curling itself in a tiny little sideways bat pullup.]

Huh. Determined little runt.

What do I do, throw it back? Wonder if there's a minimum size, like with bass fishing.

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Pipe down, why don't you do what I'm sure every other nitwit has said and capture the darn thing. It's inside of your shirt, it can't be that hard from here. [He's managed to get his laughter controlled down to barely audible chuckling, though his shoulders might give away that he's still laughing.]

You try grabbing a damn rat with wings-

[It scrambles around to his back and Blake contorts himself to try to grab it. It's a lot of smacking himself until he finally gets it]

Hah! Gotcha, you little squirt.

[into a pokeball you go.]

[Blake sighs in relief at being done with rodent-wrangling for now. He scratches the clawmarks on his neck.]

[He remembers the screen and glares at it.]

You shut your mouth.

[Vegeta shrugs; hey, free entertainment. He didn't even have to lift a finger.]

I can't help but enjoy whatever I can get around here. You see it's awfully dull in terms of entertainment.

You have a couple dozen things you can make fight if you're bored. What else do you want?

[Blake adjusts his shirt. Great, now it has bite-holes.]

If you really want to know I'd like a gravity chamber, but I'm pretty sure the technology here couldn't even fathom the mechanics of building one, let alone the idea of one existing. [He might of seen the adjusting of said shirt and the bite-holes and manages to let another grin slip out at the sight.]

[Blake frowns in confusion. Every day people here think up new ways to be crazy.]

There's plenty of gravity around wherever you want it. you don't need a special room.

It's not enough unless it's five-hundred times Earth's gravity, at least. Normal gravity doesn't cut it. [Have you seen his bod Blake, where do you think he got all those muscles.]

[The gym, like a god damn normal person.]

[The look Blake is giving him can't decide between what-is-wrong-with-you and are-you-kidding-me at the expression buffet, so it takes a little of both.]

That's not gonna do anything except squish shit.

It won't squash anything if you're strong enough. [Admittedly he doesn't always train in that gravity, but he's capable of it.] Trust me, I know.

[But he gives a dismissive wave of his hand, a grin on his face.] But I wouldn't worry about it if I were you, I don't think that's possible here. Too bad, you can really make use of it to get some revenge or punish someone.

Gravity doesn't work on how strong you are. It doesn't matter how much you can bench if you fall off a cliff.

[That's how gravity works, right? Blake's pretty sure it is.]

There's simpler ways to get back at somebody than screwing with the laws of physics. What's wrong with punching them?

[If falling off a cliff meant something to Vegeta. Who worries about that shit when you can fly. Well, when he used to be able to fly.] There's more than one way to utilize gravity.

Punching someone? Absolutely nothing. In fact, that's one of my favorite pastimes. I admit sometimes there isn't a better way to relieve stress than to take it out on someone.

[Blake laughs] Besides being an asshole and a little crazy, you sound like my kinda guy.

What did you say your name was?

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[He shrugs. Violence is usually the answer and if Blake is cool with that then maybe this won't be so bad. He knows too many people who are 'too good' to punch someone for a little therapy.]

Vegeta. Prince of all Saiyans.

[This is the blankest of baffled looks you're getting]

You're gonna have to run that one by me again.

Was I not clear enough the first time? Prince Vegeta. I'm not human. Thus the Saiyan portion of the title.

[He thinks Blake should buy some cue-tips.]

Yeah, I hear what you're saying, it just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Royalty or not.

You look pretty human from where I'm standing, pal.

I might look it but I assure you I'm not. I come from a race of warriors. I'd be more than happy to show you what I mean but I'm afraid I was stripped of all my power on arriving here. The only thing they left me was my appetite.

[Don't watch him eat. It's enough to make most people sick.]

You're an alien monarch...who eats a lot.

[Blake gives that long, long thought.]

[He shrugs.]

Sure. Why the hell not.

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