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[He's pretty relaxed himself. If anything at all, inwardly he's happy that he's finally going to take care of some of the saiyan scum, since he hasn't had an opportunity to do that quite yet. Finally reaching the planned destination, he floats down into the thick of the trees at the very edge of the forest heading north, housing a tiny clearing inside of it.

Landing, he turns to face Bulla as she lands.]

[That relaxed body language is completely dissonant with the message that everything is not all right, and that there's something he needs to talk to her about so far away from the rest of the village, as if the very idea of someone possibly listening in was a problem. It's all very weird, and Bulla's torn between being worried about him and annoyed at the prospect of him having her fly all the way out of here for something that's not actually a big deal at all.]

Are you going to fill me in on what's going on? You're acting weird.

If you'd be patient I'll tell you! [He snaps at her, annoyed by her attitude, maybe a little harsher than Vegeta himself would ever snap at his daughter.]

You won't be yelling at me again like that soon.

[He's snapped at her before, but never like that over something so minor. Part of it makes her wary. The other part has her very annoyed. She did, after all, inherit his temper, and she doesn't feel like dealing with being snapped at and evasiveness without a good reason.]

I hope you're about to tell me that you're experiencing the male version of menopause or something. Because you are totally acting like a jerk right now.

[That's when he reaches out to grab her, by her arm, roughly and with vile intent.]

No daughter of mine was raised to talk back to her father like that. Show a little more respect to your elders.

[There's the point where she officially realizes that something's wrong. She's talked back to him plenty of times, and he's never done anything that would actually hurt her.]

Ow! Dad, that hurts! What's wrong with you? You're not acting like yourself at all!

Impudent saiyan! [He shoves her away from him. Now he's mad.]

I was going to let you join the rest of us, but I've changed my mind. I can get power from others far stronger than you, anyway...

[Impudent saiyan? Suddenly it all clicks into place. She'd thought the illness was due to something the Malnosso cooked up when Bebi didn't make himself known right away. But it seems her instincts were right the first time, and she should have been monitoring him much more carefully. If he's at half-power just like everyone else, maybe that's the reason it took so long for something to happen.

Unless he's responsible for the abductions, too? That's what the rest of us implies to her, and now she has to wonder just how many people's he's gotten to before her.]

[She should have noticed. She's the only person in all of Luceti who could have realized what was happening, and she ignored the warning signs. She shouldn't have believed him when he said he was fine. She should have insisted that he get checked out by a healer. She even knows a medical ninja. It's not as if there weren't people who could have helped. But instead she let him have his pride.

How could I be so stupid? she asks herself. How could I just go about my day like some idiot and miss the signs like that?

She can't defeat him, even on a good day. There's far too big of a power gap between them. Maybe it wouldn't be quite so big if she'd been as enthusiastic about training as Trunks had, but no. She preferred to spend most of her time socializing, and even with the risk of a Draft, she still doesn't train all that much compared to him.

He's being controlled by that monster, and it's all her fault because she was too stupid to pay attention to the warning signs that were right in front of her. Too complacent. And now she will pay dearly for it.]

[She's terrified of what's going to happen, and the despair is threatening to overwhelm her. But underneath that, there's anger bubbling to the surface. Her emotions are a storm about to break loose.

How dare Bebi threaten the safety of the people in this enclosure just trying to live their lives in peace. How dare Bebi take control of people like that. She remembers the feeling of being taken over all too well, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone.

How dare he take her father from her.

The look on her face is unreadable. The fear and despair had been plain to see, but now, her expression has an eerie calm that doesn't match the fierce golden energy emanating from her.]

[Bulla's not conscious of the exact moment that her hair goes from straight and turquoise to spiky and blonde, nor has the golden energy surrounding her so much as reached her notice.

At the moment, she's possessed by a single-minded desire to beat Bebi right out of her father's body. The threat of dying doesn't even matter to her anymore. She refuses to lose to body-stealing scum like Bebi. If she dies, she plans on taking him down with her.]

GIVE HIM BACK!

[He stands and watches, eyebrow raising at the golden glow and finally into her transformation. He just smiles wickedly back, using her father's face to do it- and laughs.]

[His voice changes, one not belonging to Vegeta, but to Bebi himself.]

Looks like you figured it out, but no matter. I'll make you suffer before I exterminate you and the remaining saiyan trash.

[And this is when he finally reveals himself, his hair returning to that familiar grey-white color, eyes glowing red with evil intent.]

Your saiyan power won't save you. Now I'll have my revenge! Ahahahahaha!

[He stands ready for her.]

Now I'll have my revenge?

[Bulla glares at him.]

That's my line.

[He's the body-stealing scum who's stolen her father, and who knows how many others so far. She'll take her revenge on him for that, even if it kills her.

With a quick burst of speed, she heads right for him, aiming a kick at his throat.]

[His arm comes up to block. She was still nothing, and he knew it.]

You're going to have to do better than that, saiyan.

[He counters with a punch aimed right to her face.]

[With the super saiyan transformation comes the full awakening of her saiyan battle instincts. Techniques she's spent the past year developing until they're second nature come to her without her thinking about them.

She side-steps the punch with more speed than she's ever been capable of before, following through by grabbing at his arm for a throw. She wants to throw him down hard.]

[He grins as she grabs his arm, throwing him down, the earth below him crashing up all around the two of them as he hits it with an earth shattering force.

But all the same, it's like being bitten by a mosquito for Bebi, in Vegeta's body. His hand goes out, a blast forming and he quickly lets it fly at her, at such close range.]

[When an energy blast is coming in so closely, it's difficult to dodge it. He'll have factored the speed he's seen thus far plus what her father knows about her dodging ability into his blast radius.

The only way to defend against something like that is to let loose a blast of her own. She extends both hands and fires ki at him.]

[The collision between the two blasts takes out a good portion of the clearing they were in, leaving nothing but destruction all around them. Bebi takes this moment to move, flashing off to his right and trying to get behind her, a double ax-hand waiting for her if he's successful.]

[She'd saved herself from that blast, and she lets a little smirk cross her features, but it's short lived.

The hit from behind takes her by surprise and knocks her flat into the ground, smashing through the earth and leaving a wider ripple effect around the point of impact. She rises shakily a moment later.]

[He floats above her, arms crossed and looking smug.]

Give up! You don't stand a chance. I can't believe I've been given such an opportunity to exact my revenge, with such pathetic resistance...it's almost too good to be true!

Well, my daughter, it's time you suffered the same fate as my ancestors. And when you revive in this world...I'll kill you again!

[She can't let herself go down this easily. If she's going to die, she's going to save everyone and take him down with her.

Memories of last year's Father's Day come to her unbidden. There was a huge gap between her and her father then, too. While he'd pulled his punches for her...she'd managed to keep up for the full eight hours because she fought smart, rather than hard.

Bulla gives herself an extra few seconds to catch her breath, playing as though the fight's been smacked out of her with just that last blow. She waits until he's right above her, looking thoroughly self-satisfied and assured of his victory. Then she makes her move.

In a sudden burst of movement, she launches herself straight upward, aiming an uppercut at his chin. She doesn't stop with the one blow, though. At this point, it doesn't matter anymore if she's hurt as long as she dishes out pain in return. She sends a flurry of punches and kicks his way.]

What?! [She flies up and punches him high in the air, connecting with his chin. Several of those punches and kicks connect, and he's almost helpless for a few seconds or so. That is, until he loses his temper and finally manages to grab both her fists, aiming a side kick of his own to her midsection.]

[Ow, that was definitely at least one rib cracking from the impact. Her eyes go wide as the blow knocks the wind out of her, although it's not enough to make her release the super saiyan transformation and go back to normal just yet. The next breath of air she takes comes in sharply, but she has to force herself to keep fighting as long as she can. Every moment she spends fighting him is a moment he's not out infecting anyone else.]

[In his rage, he starts firing ki blasts at her, hands thrusting forward and firing shot after shot, intent in blowing her right out of the sky. He can't believe he let her get a good shot in on him like that, and now he wants to make her pay for it.]

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