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The feeling began in Satan City, in the very, extremely seriously crowded Satan Mall. Oppressive, heavy, itchy, it made her skin attempt to divorce her flesh. In an attempt to distract herself from it, she bought several new bunnies from the bunny shop, placing them in a plastic bag before skipping away down the wide and shiny concourse of the huge shopping centre. The feeling simultaneously intensified and did a crazy little dance across her back, accidentally sliding down the hollow of it and flying away. Temporarily, she was free.
East City is where the feeling returned, alighting on her shoulder and crawling over to the back of her head, where it stayed all the way down the main shopping streets. Fortunately, these streets are filled with such an array of cheap sights, neon colours, children, and annoying, high pitched sounds, that Strawberry Sunflower, crown princess of Strawberry Murder Kingdom, almost immediately forgot about the weird feeling, a feeling like twin thumbs pressing into her flesh. From a gimmicky tourist store she purchases a gumball machine, as well as some collectibles of her favourite Z Fighter - Piccolo, as well as her least favourite - Goku. From there she breaks into a skip, again causing the uncomfortable feeling to lose its perch and slip down her back, making it fly away.
In West City the feeling becomes nigh untenable. Not on, uncool. West City is also very boring, being full of nerdy science stuff and mathematics, both of which Strawberry Sunflower is allergic to, like, really allergic too. If not kill her, they can at least cause serious bodily harm. She shouldn't be here, however it is impossible for a creature such as her not to cause mischief at least thrice daily. It is part of her nature, as it is for humans to breathe, as it is for saiyans to fight.
BUT, luckily for some, whilst skipping around a series of buildings that look like bisected golf balls, she begins to feel weak, dizzy, nauseous, and dreadfully ill. She must leave or suffer the consequences of science poisoning. Just as well, as the oppressive feeling has reached a painful intensity, like a continuous low level scalding. Time to grab her ride and get on out of here.
In a park in the middle of the city, browsing on water chestnuts and wallowing in the water features, is her kelpie mare, Baby Doll, left there to rest. A plethora of Earthling corpses float around the water horse, people silly enough to fall for her kelpy charms.
Strawberry swings her plastic bag down her arm so that it does a loop de loop around her skinny wrist. “Would you like a snack, Baby D?” she lifts a bunny from the bag by the ears, her horse blinking its red, red eyes, which contrast so nicely with its green, green skin.
It's now that the perpetrator of bad feeling arrives on the scene, zipping out of the air behind the princess where she stands in the dappled shade, and grabbing her arm. The touch makes her yelp, turn into a bird monster, and attempt to fly away. Attempt. She fails, because her bird form is a lovebird, and tiny.
“Hah! I've got you now!” Vegeta makes a cage with his fingers, preventing the little creature from escaping. Unfortunately for the Prince of all Saiyans, although he utilized math, he factored his attack without two crucial elements…
“PIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIPI!!” the bird fires a series of irritated, high pitched, staccato shrieks directly into the supersensitive eardrums of the saiyan warrior, making him jerk his head back, thus making Baby Doll leaves his line of sight for the instant the sinister mare requires to kick him in the stomach.
“Oof!”
His hands and the cage they made, fly apart, releasing the avian royal, but instead of fleeing, she spirals around his head, chirping happily while he recovers on the ground.
Eventually Vegeta sits up, clutching his head although he was not kicked there. “Arrgh…that was unnecessary. I am a prince, dammit!”
Strawberry returns to human form with a ‘poof’ of blush pink feathers.
“I thought you were dead.” she says, peering down at her would-be captor from behind a long nailed hand. Even in human form she's small, small and short enough to make Vegeta feel six feet tall.
“I was. Temporarily.” gruff as all hell, the monkeyman climbs to his feet, and brushes himself off. For the occasion he's wearing his spandex and armour, the one with the wide and pointy shoulder pads. He and the princess met while he was still pursuing his vocation of Captive Prince, and so he's doing his best to recreate the fashion from back then. “Blasted Kakarot wished me back. Or, I think it was him. It was someone, that's for damn sure.”
“Aaaaw…” Strawberry cocks her head ninety degrees, her great mass of pretty pink hair shifting with it, threatening to break her neck. “Who's Kakrot?”