Authoress' Note: Inspiration can be a pain in the rear sometimes. Especially when trying to sleep at night due to class in the morning, but your mind just suddenly gets an idea that you can't shake. I swear, the OTES series has truly gotten me hooked on writing. That is why this is a book of sniplets of stories that I thought about writing since I'm more than likely going to be writing more of these.

Will these happen in the real series? Perhaps not, but I hate holding ideas that may or may not happen. *Shakes head.*

Either way, enjoy peeps! And no, the title is NOT a sexual reference dang it! Get your minds out of the gutter!

Warning: Slight language, alcohol reference, and yes, threatening to innocent people courtesy of our angry little Saiyan.

Okay, okay. I'm done joking around. Just read dang it!

Tarble's First Time

One-Shot

Tarble stumbled as he angrily walked away, his blindness not helping matters in the slightest. He was tempted to go back and smack Vegeta around some more. However, he did not wish to be hindered by his comrades since they seemed on edge. The elder prince was a royal pain in the ass—no pun intended.

If the younger prince had his way, he would be doing the others a favor by killing the egotistical prince who technically made his life a living hell. The way he takes after their sire was laughable—he almost thought his brother was a perfect clone of the man who sent him away all because he refused to fight.

While the moody younger prince's mind was cluttered with anger, he failed to hear the flapping of wings until something collided into the small of his back. Whirling around, he backhanded whatever struck him, a screech of pain escaping the creature as it crashed in a nearby bush. He growled, ready to kill it when he heard the cocking of a gun directly in his face. The scent of powder emitted heavily from the weapon's metallic shell.

"Human, you're either a damn fool or suicidal for threatening me," Tarble barked with a laugh. He thought the figure was one of the soldiers that often times pursued them. He wanted to kill the man and be done with it, finally proving that he was not as pitiful as his brother had stated.

"It'd be more for making you bleed for what ya did to my hawk," a rough, feminine voice answered instead. Tarble raised a brow at this. Besides ChiChi, it was rare that he heard a human female have the gall to challenge him.

"You know I can kill you right?" Tarble threatened the woman.

"Yeah, but it'd be better than you manhandling my bird," the woman replied with weariness in her voice. "We're both starving for nourishment and have been hunting for days. 'Sides, I have nothing left to lose at this point anyway."

The slight shift of tone in her voice nearly seemed to dissuade Tarble as she heard her withdraw her weapon. A ruffle of fabric was heard, and he was confused by this change of behavior. A small flicking sound was heard, confusing the prince further. Seconds later, he smelled smoke as he became more curious of what was going on.

"What are you doing?" Tarble was perplexed by this. He was starting to question the woman's motives.

"Killing myself slowly to take the edge off," the woman cryptically answered. Tarble was clearly confused by this woman's poor attempt at humor. "I'm smoking a cigarette. Wanna try one?"

"I don't really see the point, but sure," Tarble agreed. He felt her hands slide something small between his fingers as he clumsily held it awkwardly. He marveled at its size, wondering how it was supposed to kill this woman. "What do I do with this?"

"Just bring the drag to your lips, inhale, and exhale slowly," the woman told the prince. Tarble followed her instructions; however, his lungs seized up upon inhaling—almost though trying to force him to release it before it killed him. He coughed heavily, his fist striking his chest to clear his throat.

"Damn it!" Tarble growled angrily, tears stinging his blind eyes.

"Easy, you can't just inhale it fast if ya never did it before," the woman reassured.

Tarble would have killed her for that remark, but then again, he realized that she was trying to help guide him in this activity. Bringing the dreg to his lips, he inhaled slower this time before exhaling. For some odd reason, the action seemed therapeutic, almost though it was calming him down from the pent-up anger he was holding on to.

"I... I guess I needed this..." Tarble seemed humbled by this gift that the human woman provided. "T-thanks..."

"Eh, just do ya self a favor and don't go after my hawks from now on," the woman answered. "In return, take this."

Tarble felt something placed in his free hand. "What is this?"

"The rest of my pack," the woman replied. "If ya are interested in smoking these, this should last ya a while."

"Where can I get more of these?" Tarble asked her.

"Anywhere really," the woman answered. "Though to be honest, I'd check the bars."

"Bars huh?" Tarble seemed to like this lady's companionship despite her being human.

"Yeah, if the cigarettes aren't enough, maybe ya can try some alcohol as well," the woman laughed before grimacing in pain. Tarble heard the pained gasp.

"Are you alright?" Tarble questioned.

"I'm fine, just an old injury buggin' me," the woman reassured as Tarble heard the flapping of wings head towards her. He assumed the hawk had recovered from the blow he had delivered earlier. "I should get going before it gets too dark to hunt. Take care, prince."

Tarble heard her walking away. While he had not expected this odd companionship, he was more curious in the woman he was talking to. Vegeta may berate him for being useless, but at least he found his escape from his brother as he withdrew another cigarette from the box. Lighting it with what energy he had, he stood in the forest and smoked the dreg until he felt a fraction calmer to return to base.

Once he was well-rested, Tarble decided that he would pay one of the bars the woman mentioned a visit.

Fin?