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Glancing in the mirror only made it worse. Fasha wanted nothing more than to destroy every mirror in apartment, because it only seemed to mock her. Letting out a sigh, the small Saiyan shook her head in disgust at her current appearance. The one night she spent with Bardock, and this was how he repaid her. Fasha had thought about marching into Bardock room and kill him; but that wouldn’t have been wise. Sure she had let her emotions show for her commander, and this was how she was repaid after what she thought was a night of passion. Bardock could rot in HFIL for all she cared, as soon as she could find her clothes, she was outta here.

During her furious rage around the apartment, Fasha hadn’t realized Bardock slip into the kitchen, watching the small Saiyan avoid the mirror at all cost. Bardock leaned against the counter waiting to see how long it would take Fasha to notice his presentence. Turning away from the mirror, Fasha finally noticed Bardock propped up against the counter, holding out a pink leotard as if he where mocking the female to come and get it.

“You forgot this.” Mocked Bardock, as Fasha grabbed her missing clothing from the warrior, who was finding the scene way too amusing. Bardock couldn’t help taking one more stab of fun at the female, while she was this mad; ”I have to say last night was fun. Don’t you think so Fasha?” asked Bardock as he threw the remains of Fasha’s long hair onto the counter.

Finally, dressed in her pink leotard Fasha threw the old tee that she had been wearing at Bardock. “Fun. You think last night was fun. I thought we had something between us; and you just used me for your own sick amusement, by cutting my hair. I hope you spend the rest of your life rotting in HFIL, Bardock.” Growled Fasha, as she pointed a finger at Bardock.

Bardock shook his head at the female before him as he grabbed her hand; as she tried to break the grasp that Bardock had on her hand. “Fasha, stop fighting me and listen.” Commanded Bardock, as Fasha refused until the warrior grabbed her by the waist. “Fasha, all kidding aside. I did have a good time last night. I just thought you looked better with short hair.” Explained Bardock, as he let Fasha go.

All the anger Fasha had shown moments ago was gone as she looked into the mirror she had been avoiding. The young warrior looked at her new short hair style in shock, Bardock was right she did look better with short hair. A second later Fasha noticed something else in the mirror, as she saw Bardock’s smirking face in the background of the mirror. “I’m going to kill you.” Explained Fasha, as she motioned to the bite mark on her shoulder.

“What can I say, I don’t like sharing my toys, and I don’t want to share you either.” Laughed Bardock as he dodged a punch from Fasha.

“I better not be pregnant Bardock.”

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Glancing in the mirror only made it worse. Fasha wanted nothing more than to destroy every mirror in apartment, because it only seemed to mock her. Letting out a sigh, the small Saiyan shook her head in disgust at her current appearance. The one night she spent with Bardock, and this was how he repaid her. Fasha had thought about marching into Bardock room and kill him; but that wouldn’t have been wise. Sure she had let her emotions show for her commander, and this was how she was repaid after what she thought was a night of passion. Bardock could rot in HFIL for all she cared, as soon as she could find her clothes, she was outta here.

During her furious rage around the apartment, Fasha hadn’t realized Bardock slip into the kitchen, watching the small Saiyan avoid the mirror at all cost. Bardock leaned against the counter waiting to see how long it would take Fasha to notice his presentence. Turning away from the mirror, Fasha finally noticed Bardock propped up against the counter, holding out a pink leotard as if he where mocking the female to come and get it.

“You forgot this.” Mocked Bardock, as Fasha grabbed her missing clothing from the warrior, who was finding the scene way too amusing. Bardock couldn’t help taking one more stab of fun at the female, while she was this mad; ”I have to say last night was fun. Don’t you think so Fasha?” asked Bardock as he threw the remains of Fasha’s long hair onto the counter.

Finally, dressed in her pink leotard Fasha threw the old tee that she had been wearing at Bardock. “Fun. You think last night was fun. I thought we had something between us; and you just used me for your own sick amusement, by cutting my hair. I hope you spend the rest of your life rotting in HFIL, Bardock.” Growled Fasha, as she pointed a finger at Bardock.

Bardock shook his head at the female before him as he grabbed her hand; as she tried to break the grasp that Bardock had on her hand. “Fasha, stop fighting me and listen.” Commanded Bardock, as Fasha refused until the warrior grabbed her by the waist. “Fasha, all kidding aside. I did have a good time last night. I just thought you looked better with short hair.” Explained Bardock, as he let Fasha go.

All the anger Fasha had shown moments ago was gone as she looked into the mirror she had been avoiding. The young warrior looked at her new short hair style in shock, Bardock was right she did look better with short hair. A second later Fasha noticed something else in the mirror, as she saw Bardock’s smirking face in the background of the mirror. “I’m going to kill you.” Explained Fasha, as she motioned to the bite mark on her shoulder.

“What can I say, I don’t like sharing my toys, and I don’t want to share you either.” Laughed Bardock as he dodged a punch from Fasha.

“I better not be pregnant Bardock.”