Hello, people! This is my first Vegeta/Bulma get together!! Now, in this
story it's going to go not just from when they met, but to when they get
married and have Trunks and Bra! I have changed the timeline just a little,
like some of the battles might not be exactly the same, the dialouge WILL
be changed and certain things may or may not happen or be mentioned. But I
can guarantee you it'll be great!! The whole thing is revolving around
VEGETA, like Dragonball Z if it only followed Vegeta's story. I am rating
this 'R' because there may be a couple of lemons and some viscious words.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any other trademarked materials in ths fanfiction. Chapter the first. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________
Vegeta sighed and collapsed on the springy bed that Bulma had provided him. Today was the day he had moved into Capsule Corp. with Bulma affter Freiza had showed up again, and he needed it because of the Gravity Room. He needed the next 3 years to train for the upcoming androids. When the woman Bulma had asked him to come and stay at Capsule Corp. his first answer had been no. Then she had told him of the wonderful gravity room where he could train all he wanted and even more. THAT was what had caused him to accept. He thought this Bulma woman was a very attractive person. As he was thinking about how he didn't belong on the Planet Earth and how uncomfortable he felt, a knock came upon the mahagony door. "*knock Knock* Vegeta! It's Mrs.Breifs! Dinner's on the table!!" A voice said from behind the door. Vegeta thought whether he should answer her or not. He finally said, "Don't rush me, woman. I'll be down in a freakin second!!" Then he threw the door open and almost hit her in the face. She had to run back. "Teaches you to stand in the Princes' way!!" Vegeta scowled, and walked into the kitchen. Bulma was already sitting at the table all alone. "Hey, Vegeta! How is your first night at Capsule Corporation?" She asked. Vegeta didn't say anything except 'Hmph.' BUlma slowley nodded. "O.K...Well if you don't like your room I can always switch you to a different one! No biggy!!" "Hmph." He started to dig into his food with his FACE, not his utensils. Bulma looked at him in discust. "Uh...Do you like it? I helped my mother make it." She said. Vegeta didn't answer YET AGAIN so she just gave up trying to talk with him. Vegeta knew she had just broke up with her earthling boyfriend Yamcha and was very happy ever since, considering Yamcha was an ugly retard with no friends. Vegeta scoffed down the rest of his meal and headed up to the room without wiping the table or his face. "You might wanna take a rag and clean up your spot Vegeta. My mother doesen't much enjoy doing it." Bulma called after him. Vegeta stopped in the middle of the steps. Then he turned around and said the first real words he had said to her since she had invited him here, "DON'T YOU EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO, WOMAN." Then he stomped up to his room. He wiped his face on the sheets of his bed and layed down, looking out the window at the stars, where his old planet used to be. How he missed the place. He felt so trapped here on Earth and like he didn't belong. He felt separated with the others, and with Bulma and her folks. That's why he didn't like to talk to them very much. He walked over and opened up the window, looking across the yard to the Gravity Room. The woman Bulma had told him he could use it, so why not now just to test the contraption out? He flew out the window and to the Gravity Room. He swung open the door and stepped in.
It looked like any other old ordinary room, except for the huge machine in the center and all the controls. He would NEVER figure out these Earth thingys! He started immedeantly trying to find a green button, which usually meant 'go.' But he didn't even find one that RESEMBLED a green button. He rubbed his chin as he thought like a man usually does. "If I push the wrong thing I might crush myself." He said, completley to know one but his own mind. He kept thinking about taking a chance on pushing one of the buttons or not. He started to explore the machine round and round as he noticed that earthling letters were really hard to read.
As he was trying to figure out the earthling words on the direction sheet he had located he started to hear feet walk tworeds the capsule corp. door with his sensitive hearing. He immedeantly whirled around. "Who is it?" He growled. "I don't like to be disturbed!!" It turned out the only person was the annoying Bulma woman. "Oh gosh, here you are! I came to your room to bring you a glass of water to set on the bedstand and you weren't there! The window was opened and I figured you had run away, but here you are!!" She walked up to him and offered him the glass of water. Vegeta stared at it. "Take it! It's for you!!" Bulma said, brandishing it in his handsome face. Vegeta scowled and turned his back, crossing his arms. "Hmph." He said. Bulma cocked her pretty head. "How come you don't want it? Please just talk to me THIS ONCE. I know you're not comfortable here, but you'll grow to be so you might as well start talking!!" She griped. Vegeta turned his head slightly as he talked, but so that she still coulden't see his face. "How do I know you did not put something in that water? Earthlings are not to be trusted. WEAKLINGS are not to be trusted. I'd rather get my OWN water thank you, when I need it and without a woman's aid." He commented. Vegeta could see a frown cross Bulma's features through the corner of his eye. "Oh, I see. If you don't need a woman's aid, then I guess you don't need a woman's help to read those directions." Vegeta's eyes widened and he stood erect. He whipped his body around so fast Bulma though he'd break himself. "Read me these directions woman, NOW! I may not like it but the only way I can get this machine to work is if you read them to me until I get them down pat in my head!!" He ordered. Bulma smirked. "Oh, guess who's asking for a WOMAN'S help, now?" She asked. Vegeta growled and grabbed her glass of water. Then he crushed it in his hand easily. Blood dripped down his wrists and plopped to the gravity room floor from it cutting his hand. "See that water? That'll be your head if you choose to mess with me one more time." He growled. Bulma looked down, mesmerized, at his hand. "Uh..do you need me to put something on that-" "READ ME THEM!!" Bulma's hair was blown back by the force of his yell. "Okay, Mr. Meany pants. I'll read them ONCE and show you ONCE. And if you don't get it down then it's just too bad." Bulma read him the directions and then showed him how to do it. "O.K. Now, are you happy? Now I would like you to-" "Get out before I switch the gravity up so high you just clap to the ground and die, woman!" Vegeta ordered. Bulma ran out a fast as she could.
After a long night of training Vegeta headed across the Capsule Corporation lawn and back into the house to take a shower. But he had ONE problem. Earth showers were very hard to operate! He had done it before but he might have forgotten. He went into the house with his shirt off and clasped in his hand. As he walked into the living room to watch T.V a little before his shower he noticed Bulma was already laying on the couch watching a dance show. "Hey woman! Gimme the remote so I can watch what I want! Now, before I blast you to hell!!" Bulma just looked up at him and stuck some popcorn in her mouth. Then she looked up and her eyes bulged. She walked over to Vegeta and tenderly traced her fingers over the scar on his left pectoral muscle. "What happened? That's bad scar!!" She said. Vegeta grabbed her hand and threw it violently back down to her side. "I'd rather not talk about it! And YOU don't touch me." Then he jerked the remote out of her hand and picked her popcorn off the couch. He bent sharply back in the recliner and switched it to a violent show with people diying everywhere. "You're mean." Bulma said. Vegeta only responded with 'Hmph.'
Vegeta was ready to take his shower long after Bulma had went to bed. He always got a good chuckle out of the affro hairdo she wore her hair in in this perticular point in time! He walked into the bathroom shower stall and looked at the calculations on the buttons. He could read JUST good enough to read that the buttons said 'Hot' and 'Cold'. He tried to push the dial in but nothing happened. Just how in the hell do I work this thing? He thought. For a second, the thought of waking Mrs.Breifs to give him help was a great idea. But he remembered just how much he hated help. He twisted the dial, but nothing else happened. He had twisted it all the way to hot and when he figured out that you hafta PULL IT OUT first a rain of hot water fell on his head. "I can take it. I'm the Prince of all Saiyans." He said to himself. He stepped in the shower stall, still in his breifs. (In case you don't know my rated 'R' standards, one is that I do NOT mention nudes, not even in R. If there is a lemon I'll just skip over the In and Out parts.) The scalding hot water made him wince.
When he finally got into bed sleep was not willing to come. He was thinking about staying on EARTH and calling it his home. And living with the discusting things known as HUMANS. He shuddered just thinking about it! And living on a planet with KAKAROTT!! He felt lonely and wished he just had someone who wasen't like Kakarott to be his friend. He layed awake about 3 hours before his eyes finally came to a close.
The next morning he just sat on his bed when he woke up. He felt too rejected to just COME DOWN and join the family for breakfast. With his sensitive hearing he heard Bulma tell her parents, "Where's Vegeta? How come he hasen't come down for breakfast?" He felt like just screaming out, "BECAUSE I HATE YOU!!" but he ended up only mumbling it under his breath. It wasen't long until Bulma came barging into his room without even knocking. Vegeta's head shot up. "DON'T YOU EVER JUST BARGE IN ON ME LIKE THAT! YOU KNOCK FIRST, YOU B*TCH!!" He hollered. Bulma was obviously ignoring his requests because her happy smile just stayed the exact same; a smile that said 'I really don't feel like smiling right now.' "I thought you might want to come down for breakfast? Me and my Mom made pancakes." She said in a nervous tone. Good. Vegeta thought, with a smile. I've got her scared of me! Now just the rest of her stupid family! Vegeta scoffed. "And just what is a pancake, affro girl?" He asked. "I'll bet it's another word for the DOG FOOD your mother and you cook." But he pushed past her, knocking her into the doorframe. He rudely stomped down the stairs so that God and everybody could hear him. He heard Bulma's blonde mother say 'here comes Vegeta. Hurry! Get his food on the table!' He smirked then, too, and started trying to make it faster to the kitchen. He saw everyone was looking at him and smiling. "Good morning, Vegeta! Because it's your second day here at Capsule Corp., the family and I have decided to welcome you here! I made you a cake , and made you some special pancakes- " Mrs. Briefs said. Vegeta pushed back his chair and cracked one of the legs. Then he flounced into it and it wavered on its legs. He said 'Hmph' and dug his fork into the pancake. It tasted good, but he decided to be rude just as well. "It tastes like cow chips! Can't anybody cook in this house?" He mumbled. He smirked at Mrs. Breifs sad look. Bulma then came walking down the stairs from Vegeta's bedroom. "Be careful Vegeta! You ran into me and caused me to hit the doorframe!" She griped. Vegeta turned around and smiled. "Bullseye." He said. Then he gulped down his milk and grabbed his whole cake. In 2 minutes it was gone. Then he pushed out of his chair as fast as he could and stomped outside with a soda. "Bye, Vegeta!!" Bulma called. But he just slammed the door and stomped out.
Vegeta swung a swift kick at nothing. He was training in the Gravity Room because it always made him feel so powerful! He had it set on 350 which was a little hard for him. He did a fancy flip, but the landing wasen't as he had planned. He landed flat on his back. "Owch." He griped. He sat up and rubbed his back, because a fall on your back in 350 times normal gravity was torture!! He had JUST learned not to take a soda in 350 gravity. It had clapsed all over his hand and got Coca Cola all over him!! He started to punch and kick again. "I wonder how much this thng will hold up to." Vegeta said to himself. It seemed like a pretty decent machine; decent for an Earth creation that is. Would it hold up to unbelievable levels of ki? He decided it was best just to not try it out, though. Vegeta stopped the gravity in the gravity room and stepped out. It was already afternoon by the time he arrived outside!! He walked into the house and found Bulma at the table eating a sandwhich. She immedeantly looked up at the luscious sight of seeing Vegeta without his shirt on!! "Uh, hi Vegeta!! Want a sandwhich?" She asked him. "Oh, or can I take you to get some ice cream? I KNOW that you like ice cream!!" Vegeta just shunned her off and didn't answer. He swung the refrigerator door open as wide as it would go and grabbed some spaghetti out of it from the previous lunchtime. "That will be cold if you don't heat it up." Bulma commented.
Vegeta stared at the spaghetti for a second longer. Then he set it on the table and a blue ki blast formed in his sexy hand. Bulma's eyes widened. "No! Don't do that! You're supposed to use the microwave!!" She said. Vegeta stared at her. "What's that? Another one of your useless and puny human machines? This is the way we did things back on my planet, woman." He said. Bulma simply picked up the spaghetti and put it in the microwave. She began to heat it up. "Maybe I should give you a tore of the house and how to use all the contraptions, so you'll know how to use the toilet instead of doing it in the backyard!!" Vegeta blushed and waved a fist at her. "Don't you insult me! I don't want to touch....parts..with weaklings! You discust me!" He said. He opened up the microwave door and it broke off. He grabbed his bowl of spaghetti which was seething the rough skin on his hand. He sat down at the table and started to rudely eat his spaghetti with his fingers. "Twirl it around your fork. Makes it easier and less messy." Bulma said. Vegeta just kept doing it his own way. Bulma cleared her throat and said, "Are you ready to tell me about that scar on your chest? It looks deep and bad!!" She said. Vegeta threw a noodle in his mouth, getting sauce all over his chin and upper lip. "Hmph." He said. Bulma stood up in the chair, making a huge noise as it scooted across the floor. "Why won't you talk? Here I am trying to strike up friendly conversation but you're ignoring me and making me look like an idiot!!" She hollered. Vegeta looked up, with his mouth fool of angel's hair noodles. He swallowed them. He stared into her eyes intently and then continued eating. It wasen't long until he felt a sharp pain across his left cheek. His head rocked to the side with the force of the blow. Anger surged through his head as he turned his head back to stare at the person who had hitten him; Bulma. She had a look of surprise on her face like she haden't known what she was doing. Before Vegeta could even control himself or think about doing it, he was out of his seat and had the horrible worm by the collar of the shirt. He curled his fist in her shirt and made it cut into the back of her dainty neck. She looked into his eyes. Vegeta saw horrible unexplaniable fear in her huge ocean blue ones. When he was finally unmesmerized by them, he got the grounds to speak. "You DON'T hit me, you cunt, or before you know it your face will never be seen by anyone accept King Yemma again! Got it?" He growled. The trembling woman whimpered, then slowley nodded. "Sorry. I-I don't know what came over me." She squeaked. Vegeta felt like slapping her, but instead he threw her onto the ground and made her whack her head pretty hard on the front of the cabinet. Vegeta placed a hand on his cheek where she had slapped him, still staring down at the woman. "I could kill you any time." He said. He stared at her harder for about 30 seconds, then turned around and left.
Vegeta walked into the living room to watch Star Trek and noticed Bulma was sitting in front of the T.V, AGAIN. She didn't even look at him. She had an ice pack where he had caused her to hit her head. "Whimp. Can't even put up with a bump to the noggin." Vegeta mumbled. Vegeta sat down on the end of her couch which was unfortunatly where her legs were. "OW! Get off my legs, Vegeta!!" She said. Vegeta lifted up and plopped himself back down on them just as hard as he could. Bulma screamed. "Stop it! Get off my legs, get off!!" Vegeta started pressing himself down harder, making her squeal. "Vegeta..PLEASE!!" She cried. Vegeta growled and stood up. "Anything to stop your whining." He said. He saw her curl her legs up to her chest and continue watching her show. It was the same ballerina tape. "This stuff is sh*t." Vegeta mumbled. He grabbed the remote off Bulma's stomach and flipped the channel. "Hey!! I was watching that! Gimme the remote!!" Bulma said. Vegeta held it up, making her hafta sit up. "Give it back right now!!" Bulma shouted, snatching for it. Vegeta hovered in the air above her head. She jumped up and snatched for it. "Give it to me NOW!! Give it, Vegeta!!" She said. Vegeta delighted in teasing the hell out of the woman. "I said NOW!!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta put it within her reach and then when she almost got it he moved it out of her reach. He waved it right in front of her nose, and then made it go higher. "Please let me watch it! It's the closest I'll ever get to watching REAL ballerinas!!" Bulma whined. "O.K. Fine." Vegeta said. Then he threw it down really hard and it whacked her on the head where she had hit the cabinet. "Ow!!" She cried. She grabbed her head and whimpered. Then she looked down and saw that Vegeta had broken the remote everywhere. "No! No No No!!" She shouted. "Now I can't watch my ballerina tape anymore! You broke the VCR remote!!" She noticed the tape had ended during her and Vegeta's squabble and the play button on the VCR failed to work. Vegeta floated down in front of Bulma. "Geez. I guess I DID. What a shame." He said. Bulma looked at him and growled. "You're so mean!!" She said. She rushed forward and started to punch him in the chest and stomach. But her power level of 5 barely had any feeling to Vegeta, so the blows didn't even hurt in the slightest. But he still grabbed her hands and bent her arms back as far as they would go. "What did I tell you about hitting me woman?" He asked. Bulma just looked at him with the horrible angry look across her gorgeous features. Her arms were being bent at a rather painful positon but Vegeta didn't think she really realized the pain she was so angry. She jerked her hands free and slapped Vegeta's face twice with her hand. Vegeta's head whipped back around, and he kneed her in the belly as hard as he could. Her face was drawn into a look of surprise before she hit the floor, doubled up and crying. "Woman, if you strike me you'll get struck back." Vegeta said, watching her writhe on the floor like the worm she was. Bulma really didn't blame him for hitting her; it was self-defense. As Vegeta was walking away, he heard Bulma moan, "Vegeta...please....put me *choke* on the couch so I can....*cough*..lay down.". Vegeta whirled around and looked at her. "Why should I? I think you look perfectly content on the floor." He said. Bulma looked at him with pleading and watery eyes. "Please..." She said. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Then he walked over and grabbed her by the shirt, and lifted her and set her on the couch. "There. You happy now?" He asked. Bulma coughed. "I'm out of water in my cup...." She moaned. Vegeta shrugged and snickered evilly. "So?" He said and he walked out of the living room.
As he walked through the kitchen he found himself staring at the water faucet. But he just shook it from his mind and grabbed a towel, then headed out to the Gravity Room AGIAN because he was bored.
That night Vegeta was laying on his springy bed after dinner.Bulma had been all smiles that dinner and acting like nothing had ever happened before. She had cheerily informed him that she had in fact gone to the store and bought a new VCR remote so she could watch her dance movie more. Vegeta didn't even know why she liked the freaking dance video so much! It was stupid! He sighed and curled up in his sheets. He kept thinking about how he could beat Kakarott, and what he could do to acheive Super Saiyan. He looked out his window tworeds the Gravity Room. Tomorrow I can crank the Gravity up another 50 or so degrees. He thought. Then he looked up at the ceiling. The annoying hum of the computer that had been horribly placed in his room was enough to drive someone mad! He had thought about trying to figure out how to use it sometimes. As he was thinking he decided to go back downstairs instead of trying to hopelessley get to sleep, so he trudged downstairs and went into the living room. It was dark because everybody else had already gone to bed or at least he hoped so. He wasen't in the mood to deal with Bulma right now, neither her or her hideous parents. He went to the studiying room, where Bulma made all of her new inventions. He looked around at the various machines. "Maybe I can find some deep dark secrets about Bulma that she would rather nobody know." He said. He walked over to the table and started looking at the plans. Plans for the scouter she had repaired was one of them. Plans for some petty inventions were others. But there was one that pacifically caught his attention because of the sparkly tape she had used to roll it up. He picked it up and noticed the paper was bigger than the paper used on the other plans. "Hm." He said. He undid the tape, being careful not to rip anything so she would not find out he had been looking, and unrolled it. What he saw made his eyes bulged! Drawn on the blue graph paper was a drawing of his SAIYAN ARMOR, and there was lines pointing to like the chest plates and things telling what it was made of. "Why would she be studiying my armor?" He asked himself. He made sure it was Bulma's girlish handwriting before walking to her room and bursting in. She was curled up and sleeping in her fluffy bed, that is, until Vegeta burst in and disturbed her. "Vegeta! Get out!!" Bulma said. She wrapped herself up in her sheets so Vegeta woulden't look down her extremly revealing night gown. "What is this, woman?" He asked, throwing the blue peice of paper in her face. "Turn the light on and maybe I could help you." She said. Vegeta growled and turned the lights on so hard Bulma thought he'd break them. Bulma looked at the picture. "It's your armor. What else would it be?" She asked. Vegeta growled at her stupid answer. "Don't give ME that stupid answer!!" He growled. Bulma shrugged. "You asked a stupid question so I gave you a stupid answer." She said. Vegeta stomped both feet impatiently. "How come you're studiying my freakin' armor, lady? You have not the right! I didn't tell you you could study it, you cunt!" He said. Bulma looked up at him. "Well too bad. I'm making some armor for everybody that fights...Goku, Gohan, Yamcha, Krillin...everyone." She said. Vegeta's mouth dropped open. "NO! Kakarott or his brat will NOT get any! You will not study my armor, then share it without my permission!!" He said. He grabbed the peice of paper and ripped it into tiny peices. Bulma looked at him, hurt. "Vegeta, that wasen't nice. But you do know that I can just go and get your armor one day don't you?" She said. Vegeta growled and started to run out of the room tworeds her inventing room again. "Hey! Stay outta there, you've seen enough!!" Bulma shouted. She started to run after him. Vegeta snickered evilly as he easily outran her and then locked himself in the room. He heard her banging on the door and saying 'Let me in right now Vegeta or I'll get you! Let me in now! I mean it! NOW!!" Vegeta giggled. "Sorry woman! You're stuck out there while I read...aw, what is this I found? The diary of Bulma Breifs? I think I'll just read it for kicks!!" He chortled. He opened the pink diary with the heart on it. "Hmm..entry one....I just met Kakarott...dadaddada....I plan to get a boyfriend with the dragonballs...dadddadda...I hate the man Vegeta, he killed my boyfriend...dada-HUH?" He growled. "So you HATE me, huh? Why didn't you just say it to my face then! I hate you BACK, b*tch!!" He heard Bulma laughing from outside the door. "I woulden't care that you killed Yamcha that time now, Vegeta. But still, I don't know if I hate you but I most CERTAINLY do not like you very much." She said. Vegeta stomped his feet and ki blasted the journal. Then he walked out the door and 'accidently' hit Bulma in the face with it. He went to bed and he imagined Bulma did too.
About a week later things stilll were going to same for Vegeta. He hated the Breifs family with all of his envy, he hated earth, and hated Kakarott. He and Bulma still weren't really talking to eachother except for petty arguments. Excuse me, VEGETA wasen't talking to Bulma. She could just about chatter HIS ear off! He was laying in the rope hammock in Capsule Corp's courtyard with the dinosaurs in it. He had his eyes closed and was awaiting a nap to come. In the past week he had had to go a bit lower on the Gravity machine because of the terrible muscle aches that it caused him at even 350 degrees. He was napping now because of that very pain. As he was almost asleep he felt cold, feminine hands on his leg. "Dah!" He said,jerking into reality. He saw it was Bulma who had touched him and so rudely awakened him. "Get away from me woman! I was trying to sleep, can't you see or are you blind?" He griped. He swiped at her face with his fist full force, but missed. He guessed that was just as well. "Yes I can see. But I want you to come inside and see something." Bulma said. Vegeta growled and kicked his feet, almost flipping out of the hammock. "I don't want to see anything you want me to see! I don't even wanna see you, ugly! Your face could sink a thousand ships!!" He said. Bulma pouted. "Please Vegeta! I just want you to see it!!" She said. Vegeta turned his head. "Leave me!!" He said. As his head was turned, he felt the hammock weigh over as Bulma layed down beside him. "EEW! Don't touch me woman! I'll kill you for it!" Vegeta said. He pushed her off the hammock violently. "You never try to get NEAR me again, ya hear?" He asked. Bulma flipped over and looked at him. "You're such a handsome man. But, oh god...you're such a jerk." She commented. Vegeta just flipped over and said 'Hmph.' "Vegeta if you come and see what I want you to see than I'll leave you alone." Bulma said. She had stood up and dusted herself off. Vegeta slightly turned around at this offer. "That could be good." He said. He stood up and pushed her down. Then he began walking tworeds the house.
"See look!!" Bulma said. Vegeta looked at the television. It was a man and a woman dressed in a ballerina suit. The man was on one knee doing something. "What's he doing?" Vegeta asked. He figured he might as well annoy the hell out of her while he could. Bulma shhh'ed him, and he kept watching. He'd slap her for telling him to be quiet later. The man was saying, "Darla, will you marry me?" Vegeta looked at the movie with a puzzled expression as the woman said, "YES!!" And hugged the man really tight. Even though this was not what Bulma had intended for him to see, he still was amazed. This was something he'd never learned of before. "Woman, what were they doing? Tell me now! NO more shh." He said. Bulma, annoyed, paused the movie and turned to Vegeta. "They were getting engaged, dumb@$$." She said. She got ready to start the movie again but Vegeta stopped her. "What is 'engaged.'?" He asked. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Oh gosh Vegeta, you're hopeless!! Engaged is when the man of the couple asks to woman to marry him, and she accepts, and they make plans to take vows to spend their lives together, which is called 'marriage.'" She said. Vegeta growled. "ONe more thing, ugly. How come the GUY asks the woman?" He asked. Bulma stomped a foot. "Because it's tradition!! Now just watch!!" After about 15 minutes, a big dance scene that Bulma wanted Vegeta to see had come on. But Vegeta was too busy thinking of that 'marriage' thing. It sounded so forgien! And what weakling would love and get married? It was STUPID!!
Later, as Vegeta was starting to go back out to the hammock he found something on the porchstep to Capsule Corp. The first thing he noticed about it was the text...it was everywhere. "What fool wastes their time reading these things?" He asked himself. It was a newspaper. But he noticed the picture on the front cover and it thrilled him to no end. It was a HUGE mushroom cloud explosion like what he enjoyed doing so much!! He smirked. "Ha! I wonder what people were killed in that? HA!" He said. He went and sat on the hammock to look at the rest of the pictures, but the most weren't very interesting. One was of a sick person and he laughed at the person's fate. How he wished he could just read the text that he saw!! He was trying to sound out the words very carefully but he coulden't.
Later he was in his room still studiying the newspaper. He had only gotten a few words read. "I need lessons." He said to himself. Mrs. Breifs knocked on his door and gave him his food, and then he still studied the symbols. "Foolish humans and their dumb ideas." He said. Back on Planet Vegeta very few saiyans knew how to read fluently because the skill wasen't needed on the planet. But here it obviously was. "I give up." He finally said. He decided to go out for a little spin among the city and enjoy the scenery he found. So he began to fly over West City. He saw a place that had a smile on it. It was called 'Big Mouth Sandwiches.' He went inside the resturant and tried to order a sandwich. "But you need money, sir." The clerk said. Vegeta was steamed. "WHAT? What the hell is money? Well whatever it is I surely don't need it!! Give me my sandwich or give me your life!!" He said. After the man refused, he of course, killed him. But he didn't know that Bulma had been walking outside and happened to be looking through the window. She saw Vegeta kill the poor man. "VEGETA!!" She yelled, running inside the resturant. "What did you just do? That was an innocent man!" Vegeta humphed. "He woulden't give me my sandwhich. Said something about 'money' whatever it may be." He said. Bulma whacked him with her hand, her rings making the impact sting even worse. Vegeta pushed her into a table. "Don't you EVER strike me!!" He yelled. Bulma breathed in and screamed, "YOU JERK!! THAT MAN DIDN'T DESERVE TO BE KILLED!!" Vegeta walked up and kicked her in the side as hard as he could without killing her. "I can kill whoever I want!! I could even kill YOU, woman!" But he didn't. "Get up! You look PATHETIC on the floor." Vegeta growled. He grabbed her arm and yanked her up so hard he heard it pop out of socket. Bulma looked at him, holding her shoulder. "Why'd you kill that man, Vegeta? What was it that he 'did?'" She asked. Vegeta looked at Bulma with his menacing black eyes. "He was rambling something about MONEY, whatever that is. And how come it's any of your buisness anyhow?" He asked. Bulma walked up to Vegeta and laughed in his face. "You're so funny!!" She said, laughing into his chest. Vegeta pushed her backwards. "Don't touch me! And WHY am I funny?" He asked. Bulma wiped her eyes. "Money is the currency here." She said. Vegeta just stared at her like she was stupid.
As they were walking home, Vegeta way ahead, Bulma spoke uhp from behind him. "You know Vegeta, I could teach you a thing or two about money. Just so you won't be lost in the world." Vegeta giggled. "Ha!! No way! I don't want you to teach me a thing!!" He said. Bulma sped up to catch up with him, and he turned his ADORABLE head. "But hey, I could also teach you how to read so you can read that newspaper you've had your eyes on!!" She said. Vegeta turned his head to face her, but stepped back a few feet. "What's the catch? There's GOT to be a catch." Vegeta said. "An ugly earth woman can't give anything for free! Tell me!!" ."All in good time, Vegeta, but there IS no catch. I'm just tired of watching you amble around when you're trying to do something but you can't read it." Bulma commented. She was looking at Vegeta and noticing just how handsome he really was when he wasen't saying something ugly. "Oh, fine, you can teach me...currency..AND teach me how to read. But don't think that I'll GET anything out of it because I probably won't." He said. Then he walked ahead and left Bulma smiling.
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Vegeta sighed and collapsed on the springy bed that Bulma had provided him. Today was the day he had moved into Capsule Corp. with Bulma affter Freiza had showed up again, and he needed it because of the Gravity Room. He needed the next 3 years to train for the upcoming androids. When the woman Bulma had asked him to come and stay at Capsule Corp. his first answer had been no. Then she had told him of the wonderful gravity room where he could train all he wanted and even more. THAT was what had caused him to accept. He thought this Bulma woman was a very attractive person. As he was thinking about how he didn't belong on the Planet Earth and how uncomfortable he felt, a knock came upon the mahagony door. "*knock Knock* Vegeta! It's Mrs.Breifs! Dinner's on the table!!" A voice said from behind the door. Vegeta thought whether he should answer her or not. He finally said, "Don't rush me, woman. I'll be down in a freakin second!!" Then he threw the door open and almost hit her in the face. She had to run back. "Teaches you to stand in the Princes' way!!" Vegeta scowled, and walked into the kitchen. Bulma was already sitting at the table all alone. "Hey, Vegeta! How is your first night at Capsule Corporation?" She asked. Vegeta didn't say anything except 'Hmph.' BUlma slowley nodded. "O.K...Well if you don't like your room I can always switch you to a different one! No biggy!!" "Hmph." He started to dig into his food with his FACE, not his utensils. Bulma looked at him in discust. "Uh...Do you like it? I helped my mother make it." She said. Vegeta didn't answer YET AGAIN so she just gave up trying to talk with him. Vegeta knew she had just broke up with her earthling boyfriend Yamcha and was very happy ever since, considering Yamcha was an ugly retard with no friends. Vegeta scoffed down the rest of his meal and headed up to the room without wiping the table or his face. "You might wanna take a rag and clean up your spot Vegeta. My mother doesen't much enjoy doing it." Bulma called after him. Vegeta stopped in the middle of the steps. Then he turned around and said the first real words he had said to her since she had invited him here, "DON'T YOU EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO, WOMAN." Then he stomped up to his room. He wiped his face on the sheets of his bed and layed down, looking out the window at the stars, where his old planet used to be. How he missed the place. He felt so trapped here on Earth and like he didn't belong. He felt separated with the others, and with Bulma and her folks. That's why he didn't like to talk to them very much. He walked over and opened up the window, looking across the yard to the Gravity Room. The woman Bulma had told him he could use it, so why not now just to test the contraption out? He flew out the window and to the Gravity Room. He swung open the door and stepped in.
It looked like any other old ordinary room, except for the huge machine in the center and all the controls. He would NEVER figure out these Earth thingys! He started immedeantly trying to find a green button, which usually meant 'go.' But he didn't even find one that RESEMBLED a green button. He rubbed his chin as he thought like a man usually does. "If I push the wrong thing I might crush myself." He said, completley to know one but his own mind. He kept thinking about taking a chance on pushing one of the buttons or not. He started to explore the machine round and round as he noticed that earthling letters were really hard to read.
As he was trying to figure out the earthling words on the direction sheet he had located he started to hear feet walk tworeds the capsule corp. door with his sensitive hearing. He immedeantly whirled around. "Who is it?" He growled. "I don't like to be disturbed!!" It turned out the only person was the annoying Bulma woman. "Oh gosh, here you are! I came to your room to bring you a glass of water to set on the bedstand and you weren't there! The window was opened and I figured you had run away, but here you are!!" She walked up to him and offered him the glass of water. Vegeta stared at it. "Take it! It's for you!!" Bulma said, brandishing it in his handsome face. Vegeta scowled and turned his back, crossing his arms. "Hmph." He said. Bulma cocked her pretty head. "How come you don't want it? Please just talk to me THIS ONCE. I know you're not comfortable here, but you'll grow to be so you might as well start talking!!" She griped. Vegeta turned his head slightly as he talked, but so that she still coulden't see his face. "How do I know you did not put something in that water? Earthlings are not to be trusted. WEAKLINGS are not to be trusted. I'd rather get my OWN water thank you, when I need it and without a woman's aid." He commented. Vegeta could see a frown cross Bulma's features through the corner of his eye. "Oh, I see. If you don't need a woman's aid, then I guess you don't need a woman's help to read those directions." Vegeta's eyes widened and he stood erect. He whipped his body around so fast Bulma though he'd break himself. "Read me these directions woman, NOW! I may not like it but the only way I can get this machine to work is if you read them to me until I get them down pat in my head!!" He ordered. Bulma smirked. "Oh, guess who's asking for a WOMAN'S help, now?" She asked. Vegeta growled and grabbed her glass of water. Then he crushed it in his hand easily. Blood dripped down his wrists and plopped to the gravity room floor from it cutting his hand. "See that water? That'll be your head if you choose to mess with me one more time." He growled. Bulma looked down, mesmerized, at his hand. "Uh..do you need me to put something on that-" "READ ME THEM!!" Bulma's hair was blown back by the force of his yell. "Okay, Mr. Meany pants. I'll read them ONCE and show you ONCE. And if you don't get it down then it's just too bad." Bulma read him the directions and then showed him how to do it. "O.K. Now, are you happy? Now I would like you to-" "Get out before I switch the gravity up so high you just clap to the ground and die, woman!" Vegeta ordered. Bulma ran out a fast as she could.
After a long night of training Vegeta headed across the Capsule Corporation lawn and back into the house to take a shower. But he had ONE problem. Earth showers were very hard to operate! He had done it before but he might have forgotten. He went into the house with his shirt off and clasped in his hand. As he walked into the living room to watch T.V a little before his shower he noticed Bulma was already laying on the couch watching a dance show. "Hey woman! Gimme the remote so I can watch what I want! Now, before I blast you to hell!!" Bulma just looked up at him and stuck some popcorn in her mouth. Then she looked up and her eyes bulged. She walked over to Vegeta and tenderly traced her fingers over the scar on his left pectoral muscle. "What happened? That's bad scar!!" She said. Vegeta grabbed her hand and threw it violently back down to her side. "I'd rather not talk about it! And YOU don't touch me." Then he jerked the remote out of her hand and picked her popcorn off the couch. He bent sharply back in the recliner and switched it to a violent show with people diying everywhere. "You're mean." Bulma said. Vegeta only responded with 'Hmph.'
Vegeta was ready to take his shower long after Bulma had went to bed. He always got a good chuckle out of the affro hairdo she wore her hair in in this perticular point in time! He walked into the bathroom shower stall and looked at the calculations on the buttons. He could read JUST good enough to read that the buttons said 'Hot' and 'Cold'. He tried to push the dial in but nothing happened. Just how in the hell do I work this thing? He thought. For a second, the thought of waking Mrs.Breifs to give him help was a great idea. But he remembered just how much he hated help. He twisted the dial, but nothing else happened. He had twisted it all the way to hot and when he figured out that you hafta PULL IT OUT first a rain of hot water fell on his head. "I can take it. I'm the Prince of all Saiyans." He said to himself. He stepped in the shower stall, still in his breifs. (In case you don't know my rated 'R' standards, one is that I do NOT mention nudes, not even in R. If there is a lemon I'll just skip over the In and Out parts.) The scalding hot water made him wince.
When he finally got into bed sleep was not willing to come. He was thinking about staying on EARTH and calling it his home. And living with the discusting things known as HUMANS. He shuddered just thinking about it! And living on a planet with KAKAROTT!! He felt lonely and wished he just had someone who wasen't like Kakarott to be his friend. He layed awake about 3 hours before his eyes finally came to a close.
The next morning he just sat on his bed when he woke up. He felt too rejected to just COME DOWN and join the family for breakfast. With his sensitive hearing he heard Bulma tell her parents, "Where's Vegeta? How come he hasen't come down for breakfast?" He felt like just screaming out, "BECAUSE I HATE YOU!!" but he ended up only mumbling it under his breath. It wasen't long until Bulma came barging into his room without even knocking. Vegeta's head shot up. "DON'T YOU EVER JUST BARGE IN ON ME LIKE THAT! YOU KNOCK FIRST, YOU B*TCH!!" He hollered. Bulma was obviously ignoring his requests because her happy smile just stayed the exact same; a smile that said 'I really don't feel like smiling right now.' "I thought you might want to come down for breakfast? Me and my Mom made pancakes." She said in a nervous tone. Good. Vegeta thought, with a smile. I've got her scared of me! Now just the rest of her stupid family! Vegeta scoffed. "And just what is a pancake, affro girl?" He asked. "I'll bet it's another word for the DOG FOOD your mother and you cook." But he pushed past her, knocking her into the doorframe. He rudely stomped down the stairs so that God and everybody could hear him. He heard Bulma's blonde mother say 'here comes Vegeta. Hurry! Get his food on the table!' He smirked then, too, and started trying to make it faster to the kitchen. He saw everyone was looking at him and smiling. "Good morning, Vegeta! Because it's your second day here at Capsule Corp., the family and I have decided to welcome you here! I made you a cake , and made you some special pancakes- " Mrs. Briefs said. Vegeta pushed back his chair and cracked one of the legs. Then he flounced into it and it wavered on its legs. He said 'Hmph' and dug his fork into the pancake. It tasted good, but he decided to be rude just as well. "It tastes like cow chips! Can't anybody cook in this house?" He mumbled. He smirked at Mrs. Breifs sad look. Bulma then came walking down the stairs from Vegeta's bedroom. "Be careful Vegeta! You ran into me and caused me to hit the doorframe!" She griped. Vegeta turned around and smiled. "Bullseye." He said. Then he gulped down his milk and grabbed his whole cake. In 2 minutes it was gone. Then he pushed out of his chair as fast as he could and stomped outside with a soda. "Bye, Vegeta!!" Bulma called. But he just slammed the door and stomped out.
Vegeta swung a swift kick at nothing. He was training in the Gravity Room because it always made him feel so powerful! He had it set on 350 which was a little hard for him. He did a fancy flip, but the landing wasen't as he had planned. He landed flat on his back. "Owch." He griped. He sat up and rubbed his back, because a fall on your back in 350 times normal gravity was torture!! He had JUST learned not to take a soda in 350 gravity. It had clapsed all over his hand and got Coca Cola all over him!! He started to punch and kick again. "I wonder how much this thng will hold up to." Vegeta said to himself. It seemed like a pretty decent machine; decent for an Earth creation that is. Would it hold up to unbelievable levels of ki? He decided it was best just to not try it out, though. Vegeta stopped the gravity in the gravity room and stepped out. It was already afternoon by the time he arrived outside!! He walked into the house and found Bulma at the table eating a sandwhich. She immedeantly looked up at the luscious sight of seeing Vegeta without his shirt on!! "Uh, hi Vegeta!! Want a sandwhich?" She asked him. "Oh, or can I take you to get some ice cream? I KNOW that you like ice cream!!" Vegeta just shunned her off and didn't answer. He swung the refrigerator door open as wide as it would go and grabbed some spaghetti out of it from the previous lunchtime. "That will be cold if you don't heat it up." Bulma commented.
Vegeta stared at the spaghetti for a second longer. Then he set it on the table and a blue ki blast formed in his sexy hand. Bulma's eyes widened. "No! Don't do that! You're supposed to use the microwave!!" She said. Vegeta stared at her. "What's that? Another one of your useless and puny human machines? This is the way we did things back on my planet, woman." He said. Bulma simply picked up the spaghetti and put it in the microwave. She began to heat it up. "Maybe I should give you a tore of the house and how to use all the contraptions, so you'll know how to use the toilet instead of doing it in the backyard!!" Vegeta blushed and waved a fist at her. "Don't you insult me! I don't want to touch....parts..with weaklings! You discust me!" He said. He opened up the microwave door and it broke off. He grabbed his bowl of spaghetti which was seething the rough skin on his hand. He sat down at the table and started to rudely eat his spaghetti with his fingers. "Twirl it around your fork. Makes it easier and less messy." Bulma said. Vegeta just kept doing it his own way. Bulma cleared her throat and said, "Are you ready to tell me about that scar on your chest? It looks deep and bad!!" She said. Vegeta threw a noodle in his mouth, getting sauce all over his chin and upper lip. "Hmph." He said. Bulma stood up in the chair, making a huge noise as it scooted across the floor. "Why won't you talk? Here I am trying to strike up friendly conversation but you're ignoring me and making me look like an idiot!!" She hollered. Vegeta looked up, with his mouth fool of angel's hair noodles. He swallowed them. He stared into her eyes intently and then continued eating. It wasen't long until he felt a sharp pain across his left cheek. His head rocked to the side with the force of the blow. Anger surged through his head as he turned his head back to stare at the person who had hitten him; Bulma. She had a look of surprise on her face like she haden't known what she was doing. Before Vegeta could even control himself or think about doing it, he was out of his seat and had the horrible worm by the collar of the shirt. He curled his fist in her shirt and made it cut into the back of her dainty neck. She looked into his eyes. Vegeta saw horrible unexplaniable fear in her huge ocean blue ones. When he was finally unmesmerized by them, he got the grounds to speak. "You DON'T hit me, you cunt, or before you know it your face will never be seen by anyone accept King Yemma again! Got it?" He growled. The trembling woman whimpered, then slowley nodded. "Sorry. I-I don't know what came over me." She squeaked. Vegeta felt like slapping her, but instead he threw her onto the ground and made her whack her head pretty hard on the front of the cabinet. Vegeta placed a hand on his cheek where she had slapped him, still staring down at the woman. "I could kill you any time." He said. He stared at her harder for about 30 seconds, then turned around and left.
Vegeta walked into the living room to watch Star Trek and noticed Bulma was sitting in front of the T.V, AGAIN. She didn't even look at him. She had an ice pack where he had caused her to hit her head. "Whimp. Can't even put up with a bump to the noggin." Vegeta mumbled. Vegeta sat down on the end of her couch which was unfortunatly where her legs were. "OW! Get off my legs, Vegeta!!" She said. Vegeta lifted up and plopped himself back down on them just as hard as he could. Bulma screamed. "Stop it! Get off my legs, get off!!" Vegeta started pressing himself down harder, making her squeal. "Vegeta..PLEASE!!" She cried. Vegeta growled and stood up. "Anything to stop your whining." He said. He saw her curl her legs up to her chest and continue watching her show. It was the same ballerina tape. "This stuff is sh*t." Vegeta mumbled. He grabbed the remote off Bulma's stomach and flipped the channel. "Hey!! I was watching that! Gimme the remote!!" Bulma said. Vegeta held it up, making her hafta sit up. "Give it back right now!!" Bulma shouted, snatching for it. Vegeta hovered in the air above her head. She jumped up and snatched for it. "Give it to me NOW!! Give it, Vegeta!!" She said. Vegeta delighted in teasing the hell out of the woman. "I said NOW!!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta put it within her reach and then when she almost got it he moved it out of her reach. He waved it right in front of her nose, and then made it go higher. "Please let me watch it! It's the closest I'll ever get to watching REAL ballerinas!!" Bulma whined. "O.K. Fine." Vegeta said. Then he threw it down really hard and it whacked her on the head where she had hit the cabinet. "Ow!!" She cried. She grabbed her head and whimpered. Then she looked down and saw that Vegeta had broken the remote everywhere. "No! No No No!!" She shouted. "Now I can't watch my ballerina tape anymore! You broke the VCR remote!!" She noticed the tape had ended during her and Vegeta's squabble and the play button on the VCR failed to work. Vegeta floated down in front of Bulma. "Geez. I guess I DID. What a shame." He said. Bulma looked at him and growled. "You're so mean!!" She said. She rushed forward and started to punch him in the chest and stomach. But her power level of 5 barely had any feeling to Vegeta, so the blows didn't even hurt in the slightest. But he still grabbed her hands and bent her arms back as far as they would go. "What did I tell you about hitting me woman?" He asked. Bulma just looked at him with the horrible angry look across her gorgeous features. Her arms were being bent at a rather painful positon but Vegeta didn't think she really realized the pain she was so angry. She jerked her hands free and slapped Vegeta's face twice with her hand. Vegeta's head whipped back around, and he kneed her in the belly as hard as he could. Her face was drawn into a look of surprise before she hit the floor, doubled up and crying. "Woman, if you strike me you'll get struck back." Vegeta said, watching her writhe on the floor like the worm she was. Bulma really didn't blame him for hitting her; it was self-defense. As Vegeta was walking away, he heard Bulma moan, "Vegeta...please....put me *choke* on the couch so I can....*cough*..lay down.". Vegeta whirled around and looked at her. "Why should I? I think you look perfectly content on the floor." He said. Bulma looked at him with pleading and watery eyes. "Please..." She said. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Then he walked over and grabbed her by the shirt, and lifted her and set her on the couch. "There. You happy now?" He asked. Bulma coughed. "I'm out of water in my cup...." She moaned. Vegeta shrugged and snickered evilly. "So?" He said and he walked out of the living room.
As he walked through the kitchen he found himself staring at the water faucet. But he just shook it from his mind and grabbed a towel, then headed out to the Gravity Room AGIAN because he was bored.
That night Vegeta was laying on his springy bed after dinner.Bulma had been all smiles that dinner and acting like nothing had ever happened before. She had cheerily informed him that she had in fact gone to the store and bought a new VCR remote so she could watch her dance movie more. Vegeta didn't even know why she liked the freaking dance video so much! It was stupid! He sighed and curled up in his sheets. He kept thinking about how he could beat Kakarott, and what he could do to acheive Super Saiyan. He looked out his window tworeds the Gravity Room. Tomorrow I can crank the Gravity up another 50 or so degrees. He thought. Then he looked up at the ceiling. The annoying hum of the computer that had been horribly placed in his room was enough to drive someone mad! He had thought about trying to figure out how to use it sometimes. As he was thinking he decided to go back downstairs instead of trying to hopelessley get to sleep, so he trudged downstairs and went into the living room. It was dark because everybody else had already gone to bed or at least he hoped so. He wasen't in the mood to deal with Bulma right now, neither her or her hideous parents. He went to the studiying room, where Bulma made all of her new inventions. He looked around at the various machines. "Maybe I can find some deep dark secrets about Bulma that she would rather nobody know." He said. He walked over to the table and started looking at the plans. Plans for the scouter she had repaired was one of them. Plans for some petty inventions were others. But there was one that pacifically caught his attention because of the sparkly tape she had used to roll it up. He picked it up and noticed the paper was bigger than the paper used on the other plans. "Hm." He said. He undid the tape, being careful not to rip anything so she would not find out he had been looking, and unrolled it. What he saw made his eyes bulged! Drawn on the blue graph paper was a drawing of his SAIYAN ARMOR, and there was lines pointing to like the chest plates and things telling what it was made of. "Why would she be studiying my armor?" He asked himself. He made sure it was Bulma's girlish handwriting before walking to her room and bursting in. She was curled up and sleeping in her fluffy bed, that is, until Vegeta burst in and disturbed her. "Vegeta! Get out!!" Bulma said. She wrapped herself up in her sheets so Vegeta woulden't look down her extremly revealing night gown. "What is this, woman?" He asked, throwing the blue peice of paper in her face. "Turn the light on and maybe I could help you." She said. Vegeta growled and turned the lights on so hard Bulma thought he'd break them. Bulma looked at the picture. "It's your armor. What else would it be?" She asked. Vegeta growled at her stupid answer. "Don't give ME that stupid answer!!" He growled. Bulma shrugged. "You asked a stupid question so I gave you a stupid answer." She said. Vegeta stomped both feet impatiently. "How come you're studiying my freakin' armor, lady? You have not the right! I didn't tell you you could study it, you cunt!" He said. Bulma looked up at him. "Well too bad. I'm making some armor for everybody that fights...Goku, Gohan, Yamcha, Krillin...everyone." She said. Vegeta's mouth dropped open. "NO! Kakarott or his brat will NOT get any! You will not study my armor, then share it without my permission!!" He said. He grabbed the peice of paper and ripped it into tiny peices. Bulma looked at him, hurt. "Vegeta, that wasen't nice. But you do know that I can just go and get your armor one day don't you?" She said. Vegeta growled and started to run out of the room tworeds her inventing room again. "Hey! Stay outta there, you've seen enough!!" Bulma shouted. She started to run after him. Vegeta snickered evilly as he easily outran her and then locked himself in the room. He heard her banging on the door and saying 'Let me in right now Vegeta or I'll get you! Let me in now! I mean it! NOW!!" Vegeta giggled. "Sorry woman! You're stuck out there while I read...aw, what is this I found? The diary of Bulma Breifs? I think I'll just read it for kicks!!" He chortled. He opened the pink diary with the heart on it. "Hmm..entry one....I just met Kakarott...dadaddada....I plan to get a boyfriend with the dragonballs...dadddadda...I hate the man Vegeta, he killed my boyfriend...dada-HUH?" He growled. "So you HATE me, huh? Why didn't you just say it to my face then! I hate you BACK, b*tch!!" He heard Bulma laughing from outside the door. "I woulden't care that you killed Yamcha that time now, Vegeta. But still, I don't know if I hate you but I most CERTAINLY do not like you very much." She said. Vegeta stomped his feet and ki blasted the journal. Then he walked out the door and 'accidently' hit Bulma in the face with it. He went to bed and he imagined Bulma did too.
About a week later things stilll were going to same for Vegeta. He hated the Breifs family with all of his envy, he hated earth, and hated Kakarott. He and Bulma still weren't really talking to eachother except for petty arguments. Excuse me, VEGETA wasen't talking to Bulma. She could just about chatter HIS ear off! He was laying in the rope hammock in Capsule Corp's courtyard with the dinosaurs in it. He had his eyes closed and was awaiting a nap to come. In the past week he had had to go a bit lower on the Gravity machine because of the terrible muscle aches that it caused him at even 350 degrees. He was napping now because of that very pain. As he was almost asleep he felt cold, feminine hands on his leg. "Dah!" He said,jerking into reality. He saw it was Bulma who had touched him and so rudely awakened him. "Get away from me woman! I was trying to sleep, can't you see or are you blind?" He griped. He swiped at her face with his fist full force, but missed. He guessed that was just as well. "Yes I can see. But I want you to come inside and see something." Bulma said. Vegeta growled and kicked his feet, almost flipping out of the hammock. "I don't want to see anything you want me to see! I don't even wanna see you, ugly! Your face could sink a thousand ships!!" He said. Bulma pouted. "Please Vegeta! I just want you to see it!!" She said. Vegeta turned his head. "Leave me!!" He said. As his head was turned, he felt the hammock weigh over as Bulma layed down beside him. "EEW! Don't touch me woman! I'll kill you for it!" Vegeta said. He pushed her off the hammock violently. "You never try to get NEAR me again, ya hear?" He asked. Bulma flipped over and looked at him. "You're such a handsome man. But, oh god...you're such a jerk." She commented. Vegeta just flipped over and said 'Hmph.' "Vegeta if you come and see what I want you to see than I'll leave you alone." Bulma said. She had stood up and dusted herself off. Vegeta slightly turned around at this offer. "That could be good." He said. He stood up and pushed her down. Then he began walking tworeds the house.
"See look!!" Bulma said. Vegeta looked at the television. It was a man and a woman dressed in a ballerina suit. The man was on one knee doing something. "What's he doing?" Vegeta asked. He figured he might as well annoy the hell out of her while he could. Bulma shhh'ed him, and he kept watching. He'd slap her for telling him to be quiet later. The man was saying, "Darla, will you marry me?" Vegeta looked at the movie with a puzzled expression as the woman said, "YES!!" And hugged the man really tight. Even though this was not what Bulma had intended for him to see, he still was amazed. This was something he'd never learned of before. "Woman, what were they doing? Tell me now! NO more shh." He said. Bulma, annoyed, paused the movie and turned to Vegeta. "They were getting engaged, dumb@$$." She said. She got ready to start the movie again but Vegeta stopped her. "What is 'engaged.'?" He asked. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Oh gosh Vegeta, you're hopeless!! Engaged is when the man of the couple asks to woman to marry him, and she accepts, and they make plans to take vows to spend their lives together, which is called 'marriage.'" She said. Vegeta growled. "ONe more thing, ugly. How come the GUY asks the woman?" He asked. Bulma stomped a foot. "Because it's tradition!! Now just watch!!" After about 15 minutes, a big dance scene that Bulma wanted Vegeta to see had come on. But Vegeta was too busy thinking of that 'marriage' thing. It sounded so forgien! And what weakling would love and get married? It was STUPID!!
Later, as Vegeta was starting to go back out to the hammock he found something on the porchstep to Capsule Corp. The first thing he noticed about it was the text...it was everywhere. "What fool wastes their time reading these things?" He asked himself. It was a newspaper. But he noticed the picture on the front cover and it thrilled him to no end. It was a HUGE mushroom cloud explosion like what he enjoyed doing so much!! He smirked. "Ha! I wonder what people were killed in that? HA!" He said. He went and sat on the hammock to look at the rest of the pictures, but the most weren't very interesting. One was of a sick person and he laughed at the person's fate. How he wished he could just read the text that he saw!! He was trying to sound out the words very carefully but he coulden't.
Later he was in his room still studiying the newspaper. He had only gotten a few words read. "I need lessons." He said to himself. Mrs. Breifs knocked on his door and gave him his food, and then he still studied the symbols. "Foolish humans and their dumb ideas." He said. Back on Planet Vegeta very few saiyans knew how to read fluently because the skill wasen't needed on the planet. But here it obviously was. "I give up." He finally said. He decided to go out for a little spin among the city and enjoy the scenery he found. So he began to fly over West City. He saw a place that had a smile on it. It was called 'Big Mouth Sandwiches.' He went inside the resturant and tried to order a sandwich. "But you need money, sir." The clerk said. Vegeta was steamed. "WHAT? What the hell is money? Well whatever it is I surely don't need it!! Give me my sandwich or give me your life!!" He said. After the man refused, he of course, killed him. But he didn't know that Bulma had been walking outside and happened to be looking through the window. She saw Vegeta kill the poor man. "VEGETA!!" She yelled, running inside the resturant. "What did you just do? That was an innocent man!" Vegeta humphed. "He woulden't give me my sandwhich. Said something about 'money' whatever it may be." He said. Bulma whacked him with her hand, her rings making the impact sting even worse. Vegeta pushed her into a table. "Don't you EVER strike me!!" He yelled. Bulma breathed in and screamed, "YOU JERK!! THAT MAN DIDN'T DESERVE TO BE KILLED!!" Vegeta walked up and kicked her in the side as hard as he could without killing her. "I can kill whoever I want!! I could even kill YOU, woman!" But he didn't. "Get up! You look PATHETIC on the floor." Vegeta growled. He grabbed her arm and yanked her up so hard he heard it pop out of socket. Bulma looked at him, holding her shoulder. "Why'd you kill that man, Vegeta? What was it that he 'did?'" She asked. Vegeta looked at Bulma with his menacing black eyes. "He was rambling something about MONEY, whatever that is. And how come it's any of your buisness anyhow?" He asked. Bulma walked up to Vegeta and laughed in his face. "You're so funny!!" She said, laughing into his chest. Vegeta pushed her backwards. "Don't touch me! And WHY am I funny?" He asked. Bulma wiped her eyes. "Money is the currency here." She said. Vegeta just stared at her like she was stupid.
As they were walking home, Vegeta way ahead, Bulma spoke uhp from behind him. "You know Vegeta, I could teach you a thing or two about money. Just so you won't be lost in the world." Vegeta giggled. "Ha!! No way! I don't want you to teach me a thing!!" He said. Bulma sped up to catch up with him, and he turned his ADORABLE head. "But hey, I could also teach you how to read so you can read that newspaper you've had your eyes on!!" She said. Vegeta turned his head to face her, but stepped back a few feet. "What's the catch? There's GOT to be a catch." Vegeta said. "An ugly earth woman can't give anything for free! Tell me!!" ."All in good time, Vegeta, but there IS no catch. I'm just tired of watching you amble around when you're trying to do something but you can't read it." Bulma commented. She was looking at Vegeta and noticing just how handsome he really was when he wasen't saying something ugly. "Oh, fine, you can teach me...currency..AND teach me how to read. But don't think that I'll GET anything out of it because I probably won't." He said. Then he walked ahead and left Bulma smiling.