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[His shoulders hurt just thinking about that, but he can't back down now. Part of it's simple pride, and part of it's the mentality from his Hell's Kitchen days: that backing down will get you eaten alive and it's better to fight no matter your chance of winning.]

I'd like to see you try. I'm not goin' anywhere until you apologize. You can leave if you want.

[...Firo, it's his house.]

Is that an invitation? [Oh, is Firo giving permission for him to hurt him? That sounds interesting.] Oh, don't worry, I'll leave whenever I feel like it- but first I think I'm going to teach you a lesson.

[THIS IS NOT HOW YOU MAKE FRIENDS VEGETA. THIS IS SO FAR FROM IT.]

[This does not sound good. But rather than backing off Firo just relaxes and watches closely so he can (hopefully) react to whatever attack is thrown at him.]

Go ahead and try, if you think you can!

I don't think this is a question of if I can, it's more of the fact of you being a stain on the grass when I'm done. [He cracks his knuckles a few times and his face is nothing short of complete confidence and a good amount of devious as he strides forward.

...In which he throws a fast punch right to Firo's face.]

[Firo starts stepping back to dodge the punch, but he's not quick enough to avoid it completely; his movement only lessens the force hitting him by going with it. He stumbles and, nearly falling, decides to drop to the ground anyway. As the elixir does its magic healing up where he was hit, Firo swings his leg at Vegeta's knees, hoping to sweep him to the ground.]

[ooc: Firo's tough for a human, but obviously no match for a saiyan, so I definitely don't expect him to be too effective. XD Feel free to have Vegeta go to town; I'd just prefer to avoid fatal and near fatal injuries, if it gets to that point. He's immortal, too, so anything lighter than a broken bone will heal up in a few moments. Just thought I should note it in case!]

[Firo's leg swings out but Vegeta's far too fast- he grabs his leg and lifts Firo right up and in front of his face, letting the boy dangle.]

You're going to have to do a lot better than that. [And he'll let a punch fly to Firo's midsection now with his free hand, with the intention of letting go of his leg if it connects.]

[He can't hold back a yelp as the punch hits him and he tumbles to the ground, luckily remembering how to roll properly to protect his neck. That's something that hasn't happened to him since he was much younger, and the embarrassment bothers him even more than the stinging pain.]

You're an asshole, you know that?

[He's starting to realize that verbal blows might be the only ones he can land. Too bad he's always been weak in the insult department.

He picks himself up, and, unless Vegeta immediately comes after him, moves in to throw a sidekick aimed at his sternum. Considering they're fighting over a few petty insults, it normally would be too harsh a move. But, truth is, Firo's desperate to actually do something effective.]

[He stands there and waits for the boy to come back at him. He catches the foot coming in, and just looks at Firo.]

I don't think you understand exactly what you're dealing with. If you did you'd of given up. [He throws Firo's leg off to the side, already bored with it. Kid can take a hit but he's not going to put a dent in Vegeta.]

Allow me to demonstrate. [The tree in the front yard, well, it's not there anymore- because his palm goes up, charging a small ki blast and he destroys it without looking like he even made an effort to do so.]

[Firo growls as he's tossed aside once more, but he makes no move to attack again as he awaits the "demonstration."]

How're you so sure--?

[Oh. Yeah, okay, he can kind of see why he'd be expected to give up if he knew what he was up against. Not even Claire can do that, and he's the strongest guy Firo knows.

Firo knows he has to give up; it hurts to admit it. Even he has some sense of self preservation and its jarring to realize that that poor tree could have been him at any moment. What would that to do his friends?

But in an instant the flicker of fear on his face changes to wonder.]

How'd you do that!?

Did you not listen to a word I said earlier? Honestly. [He growls, but at least the idiot wasn't throwing his life away by trying to attack him anymore.]

Don't you remember what I said about ki? That's how. Moron.

But... you didn't blow up anything like that last time, did you?

[He's too enthralled by what just happened to take offense at the insult. He thinks back to Vegeta's earlier explanation, recalling what he said about energy and all that. But what really catches in his mind is the fact that everybody's supposed to have it.]

That's what that ki stuff does? So anybody could do that?

Yes, that's exactly what I was getting at. [omfg he's repeating himself he hates that so much] Did you take any notice of how quickly I was blocking and countering you just now? Ki does that as well. Though I don't know why you're so concerned now, I doubt you'd have the capability of using it.

[He fights the urge to accuse Vegeta of cheating for having ki to help him out. He doesn't yet understand it well enough to tell if it is or not.]

How the hell do you know I can't? I bet...

[There's no money here, so he can't just slam down all his cash. He looks around frantically for inspiration, his eyes finally resting on the singed house.]

I bet two weeks of cleanin' your stupid house that I can do it! Or... or whatever you wanna bet.

[Because he realizes too late that that's a really terrible bet, especially if he loses.]

[He eyes his house also considering what the punk just offered. There's no way this weakling could learn how to even pull a fraction of his own energy out. And that means he wouldn't have to lift a finger to do housework.

Win win situation.]

Make it a month and you've got a deal.

[A month? The two weeks he suggested was already pushing it. He really doesn't want to be picking up after somebody else, no matter how bored he is in Luceti.

He crosses his arms over his chest and tries to project a confidence he doesn't quite feel.]

Make it whatever you want. 'Cause I won't lose.

[He realizes he needs to add another condition, or else this guy might just say good luck and leave Firo to puzzle his way through it without any instructions. He doesn't even know where to start.]

...But you've gotta show me. You can't just expect me to figure it out on my own.

[Chuckling deviously, he nods- that's fair, he'll show the boy alright.] Isn't that half the challenge though? Figuring it out on your own? Besides, cleaning my house wouldn't be that bad- you'd at least be fed well. [Bulma makes awesome food Firo. And a lot of it. Every day.]

[So he holds out his hand, letting a small ball of energy float in it, showing it to Firo.] See? That easy.

[He's being a jerk though. Don't let him get away with such a horrible explanation.]

[Firo's survival instincts left over from his street days perk up at the mention of free food, but his pride overrides it.]

That's not a challenge, that's impossible! And I don't need you to feed me--I'm not a dog!

[He turns his attention to the ball of energy, then back at Vegeta. He didn't see a single hand signal or hear any spells that would have made that happen; he's sure if he did the same nothing would come from the simple gesture.]

...That tells me nothin'.

I'm going to have to spoon feed it to you am I? Fine. Listen up because I'm only going to say this once.

[How the hell does he explain this. He thinks for second.]

It's an energy from your core. You can't be all tense when trying to draw it out or it won't work. Just grab a hold of it and pull it out, got it?

Givin' some actual instructions isn't "spoon feedin'" me.

[He raises a doubtful eyebrow but holds out his hand in an imitation of Vegeta's earlier movement. Despite the caution, he can't help but be tense. There's a lot at stake if he screws this up.

Just as expected, absolutely nothing comes from his attempts. He looks back up at Vegeta, frowning as he wonders if the instructions are vague to set him up to fail.]

...But how do I grab it?

[Uhhhh that's a good question. He's just always been able to do it, it's in his blood- perks of being part of a warrior race.]

You need to stop worrying about how and just do it. Relax your mind and just reach into the center of your body. It's that simple. This isn't a difficult concept to grasp. [Eyeroll.] But I don't care either way, I'd rather have a little slave around the house for a while.

[He lets his hands drops back to his sides and heaves a frustrated sigh at last remark.]

I haven't even been tryin' that long; you can't give up on me yet!

I just don't get how I'm supposed to reach for it if it's not actually there.

[At least, as far as Firo knows. If he can't see it or feel it, it might as well not be real to him.]

It's there, you just haven't tried hard enough. Have you even been training at all boy? You might not be strong enough to handle it! [AS HE SUSPECTED.]

Of course I've trained! ...Just not in stuff like this.

[He's been getting himself into scrapes and fights for as long as he can remember. His real training didn't start until the Martillos found him, but Mr. Yagu and Ronnie and the rest were all great teachers. Firo grits his teeth; there can't be anything wrong with his training or his teachers, in his mind. So then the problem must be him.

...Or he could blame this guy.]

I can handle it if you give better instructions. Just sayin' to reach for it doesn't help at all! How'd you learn to do it?

[What he needs is more a description of terms--like what exactly this energy is and how he should think if his core--but he's too annoyed to be precise.]

Saiyans have always been able to control their energy without much effort. We're a superior warrior race- you could say it's just in our blood. [He smirks- he's pretty proud of that fact, and he'll display that pride allllll day.]

I don't know what else to tell you. It's as I've already stated. You simply search the center of your body for it, and once you've relaxed your mind you withdraw it from there and manifest it in your hand. If you even have enough to withdraw, it might be more of a mental block than a physical one.

You look a little stressed. That's probably why. I'd be stressed too if I were stuck cleaning for a whole month.

[Even though he saw (and felt) Vegeta's "superior" fighting abilities just a few moments ago, Firo still bristles at the bold claim. Gritting his teeth so hard it hurts, he mumbles to himself.]

Superior? Yeah, right...

[A mental block? Firo's never considered himself good with anything brainy, so he wonders if that could be the answer.]

I'm not stressed. I've got nothin' to worry about.

[He takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. Because, yes, he is more than a little stressed.]

So how do I get rid of a mental block?

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