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Well we still have to get rid of them when they're down there...and I for one don't wanna get bitten if I don't have to. Not after the last time...

Coward. Maybe if you had used your brain for a change, you wouldn't of had problems.

[He huffs, checking out the area around them.]

If we're to use a trap, I do not want to settle for just one. We'll get a pack of them, and finish them off while they're down there.

Hey, I did. That's how I didn't get eaten.

[Jerk...]

And we can always lure more than one, yeah. I mean, it's not like they can keep up with us without a Shifter to slow us down.

[He responds with a devilish laugh. No, there was no shifter around here, was there.]

Do me a favor, and leave at least one dog for me. We'll bury the rest alive.

[Krillin...just shrugs.]

That was the idea. If you want a big one all to yourself though, that's your business.

[A wicked expression crosses his features, one that Krillin would know. Even if it was a stupid dog, killing something that might get in his way later sounded good. A product of being locked up in the enclosure all the time. It'll help get out some frustration.]

Why don't I just make that pit for you.

[And he points his hand down, not even bothering to move...]

[Backing away now...]

Y-yeah, you do that.

[And he fires a blast into the ground. It's probably not as big as he made it out to be, since they'd need wood and all that to cover it, but it is deep. Very deep. He floats over it, looking down, pleased.]

I think that should do the trick.

[Krillin, backing up further of course, floats up and looks down too.]

Definitely. Now let's get it covered up and then make the magic happen.

[Oh yeah, that's the part he doesn't want to do.]

I made the hole, you can cover it up.

And you can help.

[He moves over and picks up some fallen sticks.]

I'm the one doing the magic, remember?

[He turns, glaring and growling at Krillin. He doesn't want to help.]

And? This was your idea, remember that? [Or, Vegeta just doesn't want to pick up sticks and leaves.]

And. Help me so we can get this done faster...

[He's really not wanting to stand around arguing all day, but geez dude, do your share too. Anyone can dig a damn hole.

He starts covering it with some sticks, getting more.]

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[He kicks a few sticks near him over towards the hole. Fine. He'll get sticks but he sure as hell isn't going to go around picking leaves off of trees. Because he's a brat.]

Me, the saiyan prince, picking up sticks, honestly...

Sure, whatever.

[He'll get the leaves, whatever. Krillin just punches a couple of trees to knock them down.

And then he gets to work]

[He angrily dumps whatever sticks he's gotten across the hole, with little concern of how they look. Not even crossing them or anything. What. He helped, that's good enough for him.]

Here, there's your sticks. Now can we please move on to the important part?

In a minute, hold your horses.

[He takes the time to carefully arrange and cover the hole, the process taking maybe five minutes or so.

When he's done, he claps his hands and nods in satisfaction.]

There. Done. Now, let's go round some up.

[His arms fold over his chest as he watches Krillin put the final touches on their pit.]

About time. [But, either way, now they can get to the fun part.] Well? Get to it.

[Krillin takes a step, hopping up into the air, in case there are hunters close enough to just jump.]

Alright, give me your hand. I really only know how to use healing magic so far, and I can't use that on myself.

[He just blinks at him. Give him his hand?]

No.

[That's...his hand.]

Then you're going to need to find something else for me to heal.

[Baby.]

[All Vegeta can think is, why can't he just heal himself...so worthless....]

[So he lifts his foot up.]

Here. You can heal this.

Fine.

[Krillin starts to concentrate and touches the foot, expelling a big burst of magic. He's trying more or less to just make a lot of magical noise...but Vegeta's foot probably doesn't hurt anymore.]

[Vegeta looks bored. His foot never hurt to begin with. But behind that stoic exterior, he's listening. Trying to smell for that rotted flesh of the hunters.]

Keep it up. Can't you do more than that?

[He pushes out more magic.]

We might wanna fly around a bit, try and get them to follow a trail.

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