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Vegeta was half a mile out from West City, burning angrily across the sky with his arms stiff at his sides. The strange ki signature was moving again, making fast time across the southern desert. Though he was flush with the violent urge and bolts of sullen energy crackled across his beryl aura, Vegeta forced himself to stay his course toward Kami's Lookout. Kakkarot's unmistakble energy emanated from there; and Bra was on her way in the same direction. Though he was reluctant to acknowledge it, Vegeta ached to sense her meager but valiant energy so close to the horrible force which was rushing north from the wastes.
Lips pulled white and taut over clenched teeth,the Saiyan prince crossed into the Land of Korin, over the domes of houses tiny with distance and dirt roads snaking across sprawling plains.
It shall not be that idiot Kakkarot defending the Princely brood! He fumed. The blood of Vegeta is my business. I'll face this threat myself if I have to!