A Woman's Duty

By: Priscilla- Chan

PART 1

It was a truly, hot blazing summer day. The sky shown brilliant blue, a few puffs of cotton clouds floated lazily in the still air and birds flew through the sky of West Capital City, Japan; chirping, tweeting and cheeping to high heaven. The day seemed beautiful: the perfect day to just go to a secluded beach with a bunch of pals and play some beach volleyball (whistle whistle). Outside of Capsule Corp., Dr. Briefs and his wife were setting up a picnic table. It was the annual summer get-together! This wasn't for the company and it's workers, believe it or not, but for the family and those who they've become attached to over the years.

The cherry wood picnic table was 20 feet long and 5 feet wide: big enough to feed Goku a meal, right? While the caterers threw on a bright, summer-colored sheet decorated with hot pink watermelons and suns with sunglasses onto the table, 10 others alongside of Mrs. Briefs were positioning tall, pastel-colored floral arrangements around the 1 acre garden. Lights were being streamed along the cherry blossom trees and the dining equipment was being laid-out accordingly.

It was Saturday and everything was in motion. People were scrambling like ants around the lot just trying to make sure everything on the picnic checklist was marked off. At about 5 o' clock in the afternoon, the sky was dimming and the picnic was about to begin. Candles were lit along the table: the type that repel bugs but smell really nice. Cars parked out in the drive-way and the sound of crunching steps on gravel were heard in the distance by a young lady. She is the beauty of the town: a slim yet curvy fair body with long turquoise hair, ocean-blue eyes and the voice of a strong woman.

This, my wonderful reader, is the adventurous, rich, spoiled yet loving daughter of the most successful technological inventor in the business: Ms. Bulma Briefs. At only 21 years old, she already attained so much experience in technology and fixing things, she could put Sony Electronics and Home Depot out of business, along with all of their affiliates! Her eyes were set on only one: her boyfriend, Yamucha, the infamous ex-bandit of the desert. Upstairs, Bulma is just getting out of a steamy shower and throws her robes on. Walking into her bedroom, she grins at how wonderful this night is going. A cool breeze from her room's open balcony chills her slightly yet gives her a feeling of freshness, aside from the fact that she just took a shower. After she dresses herself in a tangerine-colored sun-dress and pulls her hair back, she slips on flip-flops and heads out to help her parents. Suddenly, at the top of the stairs, she pauses. It just now suddenly occurred to her that one person hasn't even shown his face to the world that day, let alone the hallway outside his door. Vegeta, that arrogant, scowling, inconsiderate, reprehensible, little excuse for a prince, was still locked away in his room. Oddly enough, he wasn't in the gravity room, breaking every screw that holds it together for the millionth time.

KNOCK KNOCK "Vegeta?" KNOCK KNOCK "Vegetaaa...? VEGETA!" Bulma called as she leant on his door.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT WOMAN! I'm...busy...doing stuff... yeah."

"Vegeta! I've told you not to call me 'woman", you pig!. Now I am sorry... well, not really... but I need you to come to this door right now! You haven't ever helped set-up this picnic, not after years of living with us. Get off your lazy tush and come here!" Bulma yelled back.

"Who gives a damn about that stupid picnic? People can get-together any day of the week, so why is tonight so special, eh! Leave me alone you baka. You're Prince is trying to concentrate on something very important!"

"Vegeta... you need to help out once in your life... make it seem worthwhile to know you helped out and made others pleased", Bulma's voice continued to grow and get louder with impatience and irritation, "...and you are NOT my prince! Even if you were, you don't hardly make yourself recognizable of one, seeing how you do nothing of which could in the least being honorable and respectful!"

Bulma started back downstairs with a glee of satisfaction of finally getting that off her chest, yet, deep down she felt hurt by how someone, who she and her family had given the necessities of life to, wasn't even grateful enough to have some dignity and go downstairs to enjoy a social event. She shoved the thought away from her mind and put on a smile that she hoped would fool those arriving that night.

Vegeta stared back down at his... article of "concentration". He had actually taken into account and acknowledged what Bulma had said, but to avoid being affected by it, shrugged it off and continued to read an article on a new video game coming out soon. (Gotcha! )

KNOCK KNOCK Good Kami! What could that woman want now! Vegeta thought to himself. "What is it woman? I don't want anything! Go away!"

Silence

"Hello! I said I don't want anything... woman?" Vegeta listened again to hear an expected ranting form his fellow house-mate. Nothing. "Konichiwa?" Vegeta started to power-up, seeing how this confrontation wasn't working and he was getting suspicious.

Suddenly, there were three more knocks...

Vegeta hovered to the door and put is ear upon it, hoping to catch sign of breathing of some sort...

Silence

He was starting to get creeped out now, and Vegeta never gets creeped out, right? (You know, since he's the Prince of some alien race that doesn't have power anymore...)

Then out of no where:

" Konnichiwa Vegeta!"

It was Goku! Oh Kami did Vegeta just about have a hernia!

"KAKARROT! What in the bloody hell do you think you were doing!", Vegeta bellowed.

"Oh come on Vegeta! Everyone's out there! They all want you to come on down and join 'em! And there is a TON of food and candles and Bulma looks pretty tonight and there's food and Chi-chi cooked up this stir-fry and egg rolls and brought it over. Oh! And Tien brought over some carrot cake! And also there's going to be a cakewalk and-" Goku started but Vegeta cut him off:

"I don't want any! Besides, you will devour all of the food anyway so why don't you just leave me be! I have no use for you and those pathetic earthlings, and I indeed have absolutely NO desire whatsoever to be around your cooky wife Chi-Chi, Bulma, since I live with her and have to breathe the same, toxic air as her everyday, and that moronic excuse for a significant other of her's, Yamucha. Now if you don't mind..." Vegeta stopped himself from going any further.

"Oh for crying out loud Vegeta! Get ahold of yourself and do us all a favor!" Goku begged, tears welling up in his eyes. "And you shouldn't call Chi-Chi cooky... only I can 'cause I love her... at least I have someone to care about Vegeta! You just seclude yourself from everyone all the time! Sheesh!" That was all Goku said before turning to the stairs and making his way outside to his pregnant wife and the rest of the gang.

That was it. Goku insulted him, and he would NOT let him get away with the satisfaction of being able to tell him off and just walk away like that without a snide remark from Vegeta, himself. Repressing all thoughts of humiliation and strangling the poor warrior, Vegeta thrusted his bare feet onto the ground, threw the article he was reading to the side, got dressed in casual summer clothes, Ugh he thought, and made his way downstairs, following Bulma and Goku's footsteps. Once he approached the dining room, he stopped in his path and took a moment to actually think up of some sharp, cold remarks he could use as backfires. Yes, Veggie-head, the master of snide remarks, actually put EFFORT into creating those babies. After a few moments, he snapped back to reality, a smirk crossed his face, and he strolled outside in an manner of which only Vegeta could perfect.

"Kakarrot!" Vegeta yelled to the opposite side of the garden. Goku hadn't acknowledged he was being called for, so he kept laughing and joking and snorting like a pig in a group which consisted of Android 18, Chi-Chi, Bulma, and Roshi. Good Kami! That boy is deaf! Why...why... why? This is going to be humiliating... Vegeta began to stroll along the garden, making his way towards Goku... while picking up a few quick food snacks on the way. Heck, it couldn't hurt. But then:

"Hey! Vegeta!" It was Gohan! No! Not that brat! Everyone's heads turned to Vegeta in the up-most surprise, especially Goku and Bulma. Bulma smirked. Well, what do you know? He finally decided to show up!

Goku turns his head and that huge goofy grin spreads across his face like butter.

Everyone started to crowd around Vegeta and welcomed him to the picnic, which throughly irritated Vegeta, causing him to fly 10 feet into the air to escape the crowd.

"Hey Veggie-head, come on down! We won't bite!" Bulma joked up at him.

Vegeta lowered himself to the grown and scowled down at the little ladybugs that had immediately attached themselves to his feet. "Damn bugs," he grumbled as he picked them off. Bulma strolled over to Vegeta cautiously and thanked him in a buddy-buddy manner for appearing that night. Vegeta just mumbled in response, making Bulma smirk with satisfaction. "Ain't he something else?" she whispered to Chi-Chi. Chi-Chi just stared at her in shock.

"What?" Bulma replied to her expression. Then she blushed. "Oh Chi-Chi! Stop it!" Then she relaxed. "Hey have you seen Yamucha?"

By the time Vegeta made his way to the tables stocked with food, the majority of it had disappeared and he had forgotten exactly why he had come down in the first place.

"Figures..." the Prince mumbled as he trudged over to the punch bowl. "What a night, oh, what a night..." he recalled to himself as he slipped into the kitchen later that night to make his way back to his room.

Hey ya'll! This was the 1st part of my very first fanfiction! I hope ya'll liked it-Priscilla-Chan