Scouter Drabbles

These are three unrelated drabbles that were written for a contest I ran at the DBZ Fanfic Salon. The only requirements were that there had to be a Saiyan and there had to be a scouter. And the prize was a Bardock keychain. :P

I don't think any warnings are needed - if you are offended by anything here, you need a life.

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Possibilities

“Hey Goten, look what I found,” Trunks said excitedly, holding out one of the items for his friend to take from him.

“This is neat,” he said, “But…what is it?”

“It’s a scouter, stupid,” he said putting the light red one on over his eye, “This one was my dad’s. Mom fixed them so she could use them.” He helped his friend put his own on.

“Cooool,” Goten said as lights flashed and readings scrolled across the green screen.

“They’re even communicators,” Trunks grinned. “Come on, let’s play.”

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Goten and Trunks crept through the forest, searching for the ‘victim’ they needed to locate and rescue while avoiding any ‘enemies’ that might try to stop them. Every now and then a vicious bush leapt out and attacked them, requiring an instant burst of ki to destroy their opponent.

“Do you think there are any more nearby?” Goten spoke into the communicator.

“Not unless they can hide their ki – otherwise we’d have picked them up on our scouters,” Trunks answered from several yards away.

“Maybe they are scared of us.”

Trunks grinned ferally, trying to imitate an expression his father sometimes made, “Most likely the outclassed weaklings have realized they have no chance against Saiyan might.”

The scouters flashed and chirped a moment and then there was a strange voice.

“Vegeta? How is it you are still alive?”

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A Game

Goku looked dubiously at the borrowed scouter Chichi held out to him.

“I don’t get it. Why do you want me to wear that? I don’t need it.”

Chichi grinned and tapped on the armor Bulma had designed. “I want to play a game,” she said, smoothing her hand over the blue fabric that clung to every single one of her husband’s fabulous muscles.

“A game?” he asked, still not understanding why his wife wanted him to wear the closest thing to Saiyan clothing that was available.

She smirked and slid her hand a bit lower. “A game,” she purred.

“A game,” he grinned, taking the scouter from her hand and putting it on.

Chichi grinned back. Bulma had the best ideas sometimes.

“So human,” he growled, advancing and towering over the tiny woman, “You wish to see a demonstration of Saiyan might?”

Chichi smirked.

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Badman

Vegeta lay sprawled out on the bed, tail thumping in contentment. “Kakarott, just what are you doing in there? I thought you were getting dressed so we could spar.”

Goku stuck his head out of the closet, some old things of Vegeta’s in his hand. “I didn’t know you still had this,” he said.

Vegeta glanced at it and shrugged. “My scouter? Why not? Bulma wanted to study the technology.”

Goku sat down on the bed beside him and studied the scouter a minute before slipping it on. He looked at his mate and made a playful growl.

Vegeta chuckled, “Idiot. Give me that.”

Goku gave it to him and watched intently as Vegeta activated it.

“There,” he said, handing it back, “Now try.”

Goku grinned and put it back on, trying to make sense of the readings as he turned his head, looking around their room. “I’ve always meant to ask… why were scouters different colors?”

Vegeta looked thoughtful, remembering. “Green was for soldiers like Radditz , as well as unit leaders, Nappa was an officer so he wore blue, and red was for command.”

“Oh,” Goku said as he compared that to what he remembered. “So what does pink mean?”