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Dad, we need to go and help that guy!

[Still, Bulla listens and crouches down in the brush like he tells her to. But she's worried. They're the strong ones here. They should be fighting that Elite before he kills anyone.]

Quiet, Bulla! It's probably a trap! Look behind us! [And, lo and behold, some of the cultists are coming up from behind, to take out unsuspecting MSF.]

[His hand points at them.] Let's blow them to smithereens. [Even as he speaks, energy is forming in his hand.]

Right.

[Well, that's creepy. Bulla turns her palm toward some of the attacking Third Party forces and lets loose a ki blast. She aims carefully, not wanting to hit any of the living MSF troops. If they're dead or gravely injured? Well, it doesn't really matter anymore at this point. The best thing they can do right now is take out the Third Party as quickly as possible to preserve as many of the MSF troops' lives.

It's a good thing he got to have a nap. It won't rejuvenate him completely, but at least it'll help him continue fighting for longer.]

How many of them can you sense, Dad?

[There's the ones they can see...but there could be more in hiding. And Bulla knows very well that her ability to sense ki isn't anywhere near his.]

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[His blast fires simultaneously with her own, blowing a part of the road behind them up as the earth flies up along with several cultists trying to take advantage of the ambush. They were sitting ducks and he knew it, and their position had just been given away by their attack.]

Let's go! [He picks himself up quickly, trying to move to the center of the convoy, still staying on the side of the road.] Their power levels are pathetic compared to what we're used to, so it's hard to tell- but there's certainly more on the way. Do not be fooled, shifters could show up any time now. [His eyes are peeled into the jungle, letting MSF forces take care of the conflict at the front.]

Get on the other side. If I didn't know any better, they'll try to move in on the sides too. We already foiled part of their plan, but I don't think we're out of the woods yet.

[Bulla scoots over to the other side and looks carefully for the troops. When she sees an errant wing-tip poking out of the foliage, she fires a ki blast in that general direction.

The energy blows away two cultists, as well as tears down some of the foliage that was obscuring several more from their view.]

Over there!

[Bulla fires a blast in the direction of two more of the cultists. One dodges, but the other is completely destroyed.]

[He's firing his own blasts off into the jungle. He's got half a mind just to destroy the entire area and be done with them all, but he can't afford the trouble he'd get in with the Malnosso, not when he was so close to the reward he wanted out of doing these stupid missions. Killing off an entire platoon of soldiers wouldn't be in his best interests, even if he doesn't care that they'd die in the process.

But what he didn't anticipate was the MSF actually losing to the large elite tearing apart their forces from the front. With a crunch of steel, it's made its way to the back where Bulla and Vegeta have set themselves up, and it is completely aware of where the two of them are. Which results with a growl and it coming up beind the Saiyan Prince, taking a swing at his head. It connects with a sickening thud, sending Vegeta flying, skidding across the dirt road.

And Bulla is next.]

[Bulla jumps when she hears that growl and turns around just in time to see the blow connect to her father's head. She lets out a shriek, and the urge to transform is almost overwhelming. The only thing that stops her is the thought of what will happen if her father is unconscious when she runs out of energy.]

Oh no! Dad!

[She's shaken enough to miss the Elite coming at her when she fires off a ki blast at his wings, and when he moves in to strike her head, it's all she can do to bring her gauntlet-covered hands up to block. Even then, the blow knocks her backward and only protects her head. Bulla has just enough presence of mind to push her legs behind her to absorb the shock rather than letting herself slam into a tree wings-first. Between the force of the Elite's blow and her springing off of a tree to launch herself back at the Elite, it's enough to knock the tree over.]

[He's trying to pick himself up off of the ground, holding his head. What the hell was that? Whatever it was, that really hurt. He can hear the muffled sound of a blast hitting something, but its the crack of wood. He can also hear screams of pain, but it's not from the elite. Probably MSF. A louder crack of wood and a loud boom of the tree hitting the ground as Bulla launches herself off of it gets him to crack an eye open, just barely catching the sight of his daughter speeding right back towards the elite that had clocked him.

As fast as he can, he stands and starts running at the elite, but Bulla will beat him to it, easily.]

[Bulla's going to try to use her ki semi-sparingly. Blasts when there are Third Party cultists to be taken out, and she might take flight a little here and there, but generally she's going to try to fight using her raw strength as much as possible.

As she flies toward the Elite, she whirls around and lashes a kick out at his head.]

[Unfortunately for the elites, the Z-fighters out here are at their full strength so that kick will just twist its head completely around, with a crack. Vegeta stops in his tracks, seeing her break the thing's neck with ease. Wow that...was really good. He looks at the collapsing corpse with a wide-eyed stare.]

Bulla-! [THAT WAS GREAT WOW CAN HE JUST STARE AND BE REALLY PROUD BECAUSE SHE JUST KILLED THAT GUY]

Ewww.

[Bulla's not panicking the way she was during the Edmundo incident. She does wince at how gross the elite's corpse looks with the head turned around all the way like that. But she's not distraught. Just taking a moment to catch her breath.]

Are you okay, Dad?

Let me put it to you this way. I've been hit harder before. [His head kind of hurts, but not really. Frieza hit harder than that guy.]

[He can't help but smirk at the dead corpse. She got it good.] I'm more surprised you didn't send that ugly mug flying to the next planet. Serves him right. You've improved quite a bit, heheheheh.

[She'd been aiming to win rather than specifically to kill. She's less troubled than she would have been in the past about the end result. She doesn't like killing. She is, however, mostly at peace with it in a situation like this one.

She offers a slight smile.]

Maybe if we were both fully rested. I'm trying to save my energy.

[Besides, kicking that hard seems to have been more than enough.]

I need to remind myself to aim for the wings. It's kind of a shame not to hit such a big vital point. It'd probably look less gross than this.

[She may have embraced her Saiyan heritage, but she's still a girly girl at heart.]

It doesn't matter how you kill them, as long as you do it. [Wings or not. They're just an extra target and that's convenient.]

Don't be so concerned over how it's done. They aren't going to wait for you to make a clean kill. Don't you forget that. If you do you will surely die. [His index finger is pointed at her for emphasis. Leave it to him to start a discussion like this in the middle of a fight.]

[Well, she can understand the reasoning behind it, but it's still gross seeing their necks twist like that. Ew ew ew.]

Are there any more of them left?

[Oh yes, they were in the middle of a battle weren't they. Scanning the area, he can see some skirmishes up towards the front, but it looks like they got the majority of them.]

It's nothing that the remaining MSF shouldn't be able to handle. [He spits blood from his mouth.] Let's just quickly finish them off and be on our way, I'm sick of being out here.

So am I. Honestly, I'd settle for river or well water to wash with right about now. Ugh.

[Not a substitute for a proper shower, but at least she wouldn't be feeling quite so ripe. Her hair's also feeling a bit greasy and gross by this point. Then there's the issue of sleep. Perhaps they can get some now that they've foiled a major ambush.]

Let's take them out and head back. I'm through with this. [Heading back towards the convoy, he's taking pot shots at the remainder of the cultist forces. Between the two of them, they should be able to take out the rest in no time at all so they can head back.]

Me too.

[She kind of regrets signing up, although it's been good getting to spend time with her father like this and to see how much stronger she's gotten. Missions definitely aren't something she wants to do often. Yuck.

Bulla aims ki blasts whenever she sees a cultist. She's aiming for the wings, but if she hits them in the head, so be it. The important thing is to take them out quickly so the remaining MSF forces can regroup and take them all safely back.]

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[Eventually they take the rest of the remaining cultists down, regroup, and head back- not without casualties, of course. Overall, he was glad to kill some Third Party off, even if they would return, and glad to see that Bulla could hold her own as well. She'd really come a long ways in the last year or so, and he was pretty proud. He'd make sure to let her know that on the way back too.]

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