#( post-apocalypse. )

[megxlomxnixc-blog]

He doesn't know what to make of her presence. They were supposed to be dead. At least he had assumed. How did they find them? ...or rather...her. Where was the halfbreed? Last time he saw them, the boy's arm was lopped off by what Vegeta now knows was designated as Android 16, and seeing her snap out of whatever enraged stupor she had been in. His arms fold against his chest, as his eyes narrow. This wasn't the time to be engaging her. That would be absolutely and completely petty.

"Explain yourself this instant girl, before I lose any patience I have with your presence and potentially make some decisions I may regret later. Where's the boy? ...is he dead?"

[[ @ryukxmatxi ]]

[megxlomxnixc-blog]

[[ @crusader-of-time ]]

"Boy. Do not even think of it."

The words come out in a low growl, as his arms cross together firmly and tightly. Dark eyes glancing over at his son. He knew what to expect. What to see from him. And it kicked his fatherly instincts into high gear. The only reason he had stopped assaulting the halfbreed that day, in a lost memory, was because of his son. Vegeta refused to harm either his son or the woman. Despite whatever selfish goal he was aspiring to.

Those two were the only ones that mattered now.

"They are both dead. Those mechanical freaks more than likely slaughtered them in a blink of an eye. You saw how wounded the brat was before I got us out of there. There is no possible way they could have gotten out of that confrontation alive. The green one certainly wouldn't have allowed it. Do not go looking for them. It would be a fruitless effort, one to waste your time."

Not to mention, the androids could easily find the other out in the open.

"I cannot sense their energy. It is pointless. Don't throw away your life Trunks."