Inspired by the song, "When a Woman's Fed Up" by R Kelly but I won't put any lyrics here. Please give it a listen; I posted the link on my profile.
This looks to be a three chapter gig - enjoy.
I don't own Dragon Ball(Z) and I am not making money off of this.
A door ripped from its hinges and flew three quarters of the way across the room to land between an arm chair and the sliding glass door. Vegeta stormed in behind the door and headed directly for his dresser. One by one, he dumped the contents of the dresser drawers onto his bed. After he emptied the bottom drawer, he stood back. Lying before him on the bed were his belongings, he had never in his life had this much to call his own. He didn't even pull out the things in his closet yet. What happened to him? How had he become so "domesticated"?
He pulled the seven or eight things out of his closet, ripped them from their hangers and threw them on the bed with everything else. Haphazardly, and quite unlike him, he bundled everything into a loosely coagulated pile and encapsulated them in a No. 9 capsule. Why was he even taking these things? Dammit, they were his, and he was taking them! He turned toward his bathroom, his bathroom, and decided that he was going to take the hygiene products that she bought for him too.
Dr. Brief peered around the shattered door jamb, looking for his uptight young house guest. From the bathroom he heard bottles being thrown into the porcelain sink. The old scientist winced, knowing that he was going to have to replace the sink and the door before Vegeta returned. Hopefully when he returned, though, he'd be in another room. He knew what was happening, it's not like he and Bunny hadn't heard the whole thing from the great room downstairs. Hell, Bunny had only stopped crying long enough to bake a batch of cookies.
Vegeta felt his guest's energy from the bathroom, the old man had a surprisingly high energy level, it must have something to do with his genius.
"What is it old man?" he growled leaving the bathroom.
Doc let out a long breath, "Son, look, you don't have to leave, this is my home after all…even if she forgets that sometimes"
"I've got my pride"
"That's an understatement. The missus and I, well, we were hoping that you two would work things out. You're good for my little girl; she's not an easy person. She needs a strong constitution to put up with her".
"You know my history old man, yet you still approve of me? I am not a saint like the weakling. As you daughter has told me on more than one occasion, I am nothing like him"
Dr. Brief studied the boy, "None of us know what we will do in the name of survival. It's not my place to judge you or anyone else for their actions in a situation that I can't begin to fathom. I know who you are now, and while I wish you would turn down the intensity every so often," he smirked, slightly fluffing his moustache, "you are a man I approve of".
Doc handed a larger capsule to Vegeta. "Vegeta, take this, it's an extended stay capsule, designed for use in field research. It's yours. I won't have you out there homeless, no matter what Bulma thinks she wants. You are welcome here, besides I think it will get boring with you gone, not to mention the mountains of food. Bunny will put out a capsule of food every night, next to the candle in the window sill". Vegeta shot the old man a quizzical look, "Old country tradition of hers, soldiers off to war and whatnot. If you need anything, contact me, son. Bulma need not know".
Vegeta rolled his new home around in his fingers. How had he lasted with her this long anyway?
It was a long day, a damn long day. Usually, she would welcome the drive home on the days that she had to represent the family at Capsule HQ. Today, she was cold, the sky had been a dull winter gray since sunrise, and traffic was unforgiving. Life had been weighing heavy on her for days. She wasn't ready to take on the company yet, the end of the world was looming, and things between her and Vegeta had been tense.
Apprehension fell heavy when she got out of her car in the garage, and encapsulated it. Where were they going? Were they "They" at all? She didn't delude herself into thinking that they'd be warm-and-fuzzy, she had that with Yamcha, and it wasn't all that fulfilling.
She reached her room with all the intention to wash the day away, but an angry Saiyan greeted her instead.
"What the fuck is this goddamned limiter that you installed on my GSR?" He didn't even give her time to kick off her shoes!
"The GSR belongs to me and the limiter is in place because your stubborn ass won't listen to me and keep the gravity to 450G"
"You will not suppress me woman, do you think that you can keep me from surpassing Kakarott? That's what you want isn't it, keep me as your lap dog?"
"That's right Vegeta you got me, I want you to be my subservient monkey, repress your power and keep you as my sex slave" The minute the words left her mouth, she wished that she could take them back. God, she sounded like Frieza, that must have hurt him.
He closed the space between them in maybe two paces, left hand grabbing her neck, right hand on her waist slamming her up against the back of the bedroom door. His breath inches from her face as he stared into her soul. She was scared; she hadn't been this afraid of him since Namek. Yeah, what she said was cruel, but was it worth this?
"You don't realize how lucky you are, woman. In the past I have taken great joy in killing for a lesser insult"
She quite suddenly became angry, she wasn't sure what triggered it but she wasn't going to take his shit anymore. He obviously didn't expect it when it happened, Bulma put all of her energy into a onetime shot, and she kicked him in the groin with more force than she even knew she had.
His agonizing howl was immediate, his grip loosened, and she dropped to the carpet. Before she could rise and run from the room Vegeta grabbed her by the shoulders and waist from behind, lifted her into the air and threw her across the room landing on the bed.
She backed up to the furthest corner of the bed, heart pounding. His look was murderous; this was a Vegeta she thought was dead and gone. He began to creep toward her on the bed. Tears of dread and fear began to flow freely, and she looked around in a panic for something to defend herself with. She grabbed a lamp off the night stand and launched it at his head. If he weren't a super alien, she would have made contact. She began to throw everything she could find, the remote, the bedside telephone, a book, her tablet, a glass ashtray. With the release of each thing in his direction Bulma felt her empowerment grow. She threw with frustration, anger and finality.
"Get out, get out of my house, my life, and if you really want to do me a favor, get the hell off my planet! I've had it Vegeta, I'm sick of the emptiness, the disrespect, the THREATS, no more!" she wiped her hand defiantly across her face, "I've cried my last tear for you! You wanted tough ass warrior then fine; tough ass warrior bitch doesn't give a shit anymore!"
"Get this straight woman; I'm not your pussy ass weakling. If I leave this place you will never see me again'.
"Do you see me stopping you, dick?"
Vegeta spun on his heel and headed straight for his room. Bulma sanctimoniously pulled herself up, jumped off the bed, and headed to her bathroom, for her long awaited bath. She'd deal with the hurt, if there was any, later.
She rolled over to look at the clock, it was still dark outside. The green/yellow glow assaulting her eyes told her it was 5:42. Why had she not thrown her clock at him? Ugh, she remembered the tablet that she did throw at him; she'd have to pull the memory out and install it into another unit. She had been lying awake staring at the green glow reflected on her ceiling for at least an hour now, and she really had to pee. And, yep, there was the hurt that she had put off successfully with a bath and a bottle of Riesling.
She found herself wondering what he was doing, where he had gone, was he cold, "Stop It…Stop it...Stop it!"She smacked herself across the head several times. This was not the way she needed to "deal". Feeling like she was doing more harm than good, she got up and shuffled into the bathroom to shower and start her day.
After she dressed and fixed her face, she sifted the debris field around the floor of her room in search of her tablet. There it was, on the floor, half under a pillow, at the base of the closet door, which had a "tablet corner" sized dent in its surface.
As a bright young executive, Bulma had more to do than she had hours in the day. She was grateful for the freedom to be able to concentrate on actual Capsule Corp. technology. There were issues with R&D and marketing that came up in yesterday's meetings. She would be able to concentrate of those today too. By the time she reached her private lab, with her sickly tablet in hand, her mind was in genius mode. "Ha, screw him" she said out loud to no one. She didn't feel bad at all. With him gone, and no robots, or GSR, or "Woman fix this" to deal with, she might get something done today.
By 10 o'clock, R&D had six new proposals up for background research, and she had approved the sales forecasts that marketing and sales had sent her. Her poor tablet was resuscitated, and she was headed for coffee.
She sauntered into her lab with a fresh cup of Kona supreme, mixed with just the right amount of Hazelnut crème half and half, when she stubbed her toe on a discarded training bot too close to the door.
"Oww, goddamm… fuck…goddamm…shit!"She bounced delicately around her lab in pain, trying to keep from spilling her precious coffee. "Vegeta, you son of a bitch, why the fuck did…" She stopped herself remembering everything that had happened last night. "Shit, this day was going so well, too".
How had he become a part of her life like this? She shouldn't see him in things and feel his memory around her. They were too "new". They had only been at this for about a month. Her memories of Yamcha took so much longer to develop, and they didn't linger.
Bulma needed to talk to someone, female. Her mother was anything but a neutral party, Chichi didn't necessarily live in reality as far as relationships go. She had no real friends from work; they saw her as the "Boss-lady". That left only one option. She picked up her phone from the desk and hit the number.
"Yeah wadduya want?"
"Hey Launch," she was kind of relieved that blonde Launch answered, bluenette Launch may have been too forgiving, "It's been a while, I thought that maybe we could meet for lunch somewhere".
"You buyin'?"
"Oh for christ…yes I'm buying. How 'bout we meet at that café, Lunatic Fringe, over on West 47th, round 1-ish?"
"Yeah, I know da place, see ya round 1 then."
Bulma hoped to get to the café first; she also hoped that Launch hadn't sneezed since this morning. While bluenette Launch was less destructive in public, she tended to be a bit of an airhead. Why couldn't she have at least one normal friend?
She pulled up to the curb in front of the eclectic little café, got out and encapsulated her car. Looking around she saw no sign of her blonde friend. As she turned to go inside, she heard the unmistakable sound of Launch's S-cargo. Bulma breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that her friend was still blonde. When was the last time she was grateful to see this Launch? Times must be desperate!
"Hey, girlie, howzit goin?"
They embraced in a hug, just like normal girlfriends.
"It's good to see you Launch, you look fantastic".
"Yeah, don't I though. Like your hair longer, makes you look less bitchie".
They strolled arm in arm into the café, Bulma gave her name to the hostess and they were seated immediately. Sometimes money really had its privileges.
A perky waitress came up to the table ready to accept orders. Launch peered across the table over the top of her menu. "You payin? Good, then gimme a cheese steak Panini and a cuppa chickn-n- rice stew."
"I'll have the curry chicken salad, and can you bring us a pitcher of mango iced tea? Thanks".
"So, whats up?"
"What, can't I invite a friend out for lunch?"
"Not outa the blue after we ain't seen each other for what, six months".
"Ah hell, sometimes I just need a girl to talk to, don't you? And with the lives we've lead, who else is going to believe the shit we've seen?"
"True dat"
The waitress sat two glasses and the yummiest smelling pitcher of mango tea between them. Bulma poured a glass for both.
"So, business been bad?" Bulma thought is best to let Launch talk about herself for a bit.
"Na, well, dunno really. Been tryin to keep clean eva since everybody got wished back. Tien don't like me stealin". She paused for a sip. "Yeah, so did you know that I become anotha person when I sneeze?"
Bulma stared wide eyed, "Well, uh, we weren't sure how to tell you. Who finally did?"
"Chaoutzu, he's teachin me some zen meditation thingy to control myself, don't know if it's workin or not. Wada bout you, fuckin Vegeta yet?"
Bulma choked on a mango piece. "What makes you think that I'd go there?"
"Cause he's fuckin hot! Dat ass! Besides, broke up wit Yamcha, bout time by the way, not getin back wit him, there had to be a reason, gorgeous alien prince sweatin all over your house, sounds like a reason to me". She winked. "Don't worry, secret's safe".
"Well," she blushed the slightest bit, "I was, but not anymore". She filled Launch in on all the gory details, up to and including this morning when she stubbed her toe on his shit in her lab.
"No doubt, he's a prick, but we're attracted to that kinda thing ain't we?"
"Yeah, why is that?"
"Cause they're fuckin hot! So, can he deliva?"
Bulma smirked, "Like FedEx baby, but no express service is available".
The two women giggled like teenagers as their lunches were placed before them. They ate and talked like two normal women who just happened to have had a hand in saving the world a time or two. Bulma complained about not being ready for the responsibilities of an international corporation, and Launch detailed her troubles with trying to find a "real" job.
"So, Kame house fallen into the ocean witout me?"
"HA, no, though I think that Roshi and Krillin may have actually lost an ounce or two".
"What's Yamcha think bout this Vegeta thing?"
"He knows we've gotten together, I think that he's trying to be happy for me. I haven't told him about the me kicking him out thing".
Bulma stared at her plate mindlessly kicking a grape around with her fork. Out of the blue, an idea came to her. She pulled out her phone and hit a single button, holding the phone to her ear. Launch was startled by the suddenness of her action. After a silent half minute, Bulma began speaking.
"Hey, how's it going…yeah been awhile…oh nothing new" Launch looked suspiciously at Bulma's vague answer. "I thought maybe, if you weren't doing anything…" Launch tilted her head, was Bulma really doing this? "Oh, that'd be great!...Right, 8:30…K, see you then".
Launch shook her head, "This isn't gonna end well".
Next time on Dragon Ball… Do friends really help?