Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Pinky Swear.
Also, I didn't realize how short the last chapter was because I write everything on paper before typing it up so it feels longer to me. And because the last chapter was basically a short interlude, I will forgive you guys for the lack of reviews. I think I can understand the angst and short tempers when it comes to having plenty of views, but no RE-views. Thanks to the people who did review; helped me sleep better. Important fact: Goku is NOT Saiyan. He can fly and do ki attacks but he just is not a Saiyan. Vegeta was truly the last Saiyan.
"Gokuuuuu, can't we just keep looking tomorrow? It's been five hours and we still haven't found a decent house yet." Bulma whined. The pair had been traveling around all day with no luck and Bulma was definitely regretting the decision to wear heels. "We should just start over when I get some well needed beauty sleep." Fumbling through her purse, Bulma snatched out a mini capsule and threw it to the ground. When the cloud of smoke disappeared, Bulma stepped into her capsule car and slumped down in the front seat. Resting her feet on the dashboard, Bulma turned to look at her best friend and shrugged. "My feet hurt." "Bulma," Goku exclaimed. "I promised your father I would find you a new home and we aren't stopping until that happens!" Bulma grunted. She knew it was a bad idea letting Goku show her houses. But he was her best friend and he needed the money. As a professional martial artist, there were only so many tournaments he could compete in and win. And even then, the money was tight due to his enormous appetite. Therefore, Goku's wife, Chi Chi, gave him an ultimatum. Either he would get a second job to support his eating habits or she wouldn't cook for him. Having no other choice, Goku begrudgingly became a real estate agent. And as he showed Bulma small properties and estates, Bulma couldn't help but wonder how much her father was paying him.
"I appreciate the help, I really do," Bulma doted. "But none of these homes are for me! I need to be on top of a hill or something, somewhere isolated but with a view." "A hill? Well why didn't you say so?" With a wide grin, Goku dragged Bulma out of her car and gripped her around the waist. "Hold on." Goku burst into the air before coming to a gentle pace. Bulma yawned. With the wind breezing through her hair and the heat emanating off Goku, in no time she fell asleep on the tall man.
"Wake up sleepy head. We're here." Bulma wiped the drool off her chin and grinned cheekily at Goku. Her eyes followed his steady hand pointing up to the top of the hill. "So this is 222 Moon Crest Way. This house was built in the early 1900s by the Ouji royal family. But don't worry, the foundations are really strong. They used some kind of foreign stone. The family was also very prosperous but very paranoid which is why they constructed their home away from society. In fact, your nearest neighbor is over four miles away!" Bulma gaped at the sight in front of her. She whizzed past the black Iron Gate and started walking up the gravel driveway. Upon closer inspection, she saw that indeed the castle was propped up nicely on the hill. It had two mammoth towers parallel to one another and a black wooden door between them. The walls seemed to be made of a black stone. When Bulma touched the surface, she was surprised that it was very smooth, like marble. There were five windows above the door and when Bulma scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion, Goku piped in. "The windows are shaped in a V because the Ouji family had a weird tradition of naming their offspring with the letter V. All the males were named Vegeta and the females were named Velve."
"I'll take it," Bulma said confidently. "Wha- What!" Goku gasped. "But you haven't even seen the inside and I haven't told you everything about this place."
"Goku," Bulma gritted through her teeth. "Goku, you know I'm not changing my mind. So get on with your silly story and then give me a tour. Either way I'm signing that contract." Goku blew at the hair on his forehead and cocked his head. "Can't say I didn't warn you. So the last ruler of this house was Vegeta the sixth. He hardly left the house and often disappeared for long periods of time. Some say he was deranged but I think the guy just didn't know how to talk to people." Goku paused. "He was…what you call antisocial. Anyway so people barely got a look at him and the only time they saw him in the city was when he attended a funeral for his parents who both died from an explosion in their mountain house. Even then that was when he was really young."
"Goku, you're rambling. Get on with it!" "Sheesh! Ok ok calm down. So basically fast forward to when he is twenty five. No one had seen from him in years and then all of sudden newspapers got a tip that they would find his body in his house. There was huge media frenzy when he was found dead in his drawing room with a knife stuck right where his heart was. There were no signs of a struggle and it was ruled out as a suicide. But every since then people have heard strange things coming from this house. Sometimes the lights flicker on and off and the last person to own the house swore she saw the ghost of Vegeta." Bulma stared wide eyed at Goku. Her facial features went from intrigued to amusement to angry in a split second. "Is this a joke? Do you really think that a ghost is going to come between me and this house? Kami, Goku. If I didn't know any better I would say that you're too scared to go in!" "Oh don't think you can try and mess with my pride Bulma. I'm just saying that this house is bad news." "Either you give me a tour and then I sign the contract or I can just sign the contract now. What'll it be?" Goku stared at his brazen friend. She was too stubborn for her own good but he needed to make sure she knew what she was getting in to.
Goku pushed past Bulma, ignoring her smirk, and lifted the keys into the lock. With a slight turn, he twisted the doorknob and eased the door open. They were greeted with darkness. Goku felt his way around the walls and flipped on the light switch. Happy to see that the looming chandelier above them was both functional and sturdy, Goku turned around to face his companion. In a professional voice, Goku explained, "Here we are in the entry hallway. To your left is the kitchen and this small door next to you is the coat closet. Further down the hallway is the dining room and up the stairs are the bedrooms and bathrooms." Bulma looked around. She was impressed. The Ouji family really knew how to decorate. The interior matched perfectly with the black stone on the outer walls. Everything revolved around the color black. Even when an object wasn't completely embellished in the dark color, it still belonged in the collection.
Bulma was so entranced that she didn't even notice when Goku told her that they were moving forward. She walked slowly and languidly, taking in each and every detail of the place. When they reached the dining room, Goku told her that he would inspect the kitchen to make sure that there weren't any creatures crawling around since the last owner left over three months ago. Bulma stood staring at the giant portrait while she waved him away, signifying her knowledge of his absence. Before her was a painting of what looked to be a young man in his twenties. He was sitting in a red chair dressed all in black. He was smaller than the throne from which he was perched on, but her eyes were pinned directly at him. The man had a tan complexion and looked like he often was outdoors. Through his suit, she could tell that he had muscles and briefly wondered how he would fare in a fight against Goku. His hair was black and shaped in an ominous flame. His eyes bore down into hers and she could see raw emotion in them. Bulma couldn't seem to tear herself away from the portrait and only when Goku's loud voice called to her did she take a step back.
"Um, the kitchen is secure so we can just go through there to the drawing room. But stay close to me." Bulma rolled her eyes at her worrisome friend but complied with his wishes. "So," Goku started, trying to make small talk. "Have you talked to Yamcha recently? Does he even know that you moved out?" Bulma blinked back tears. Yamcha. He had been her on and off boyfriend for the last decade but their most recent fight made her wonder if she was willing to take him back. "No," Bulma willed herself to say. "I haven't seen him." "Hmm." Goku mused. All seemed forgotten, however, when Goku swung open the doors to the drawing room. As Bulma stepped in, she whirled around to see the doors behind slam shut and lock. "Bulma! Bulma!" Goku banged on the doors. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to get you out! Don't panic!" Goku thumped on the doors one last time before walking off to find something he could use to break them down. Bulma sighed. Why does this always happen to me?
She turned her back to the doors and took a glance around. She walked toward the fireplace on the opposite wall. As she was gazing at the coal, she jumped back when they started to blaze. Within no time, a small fire was burning and Bulma looked on with awe. Entranced by the fire, she almost didn't notice the faint glow coming from the wall. She stumbled back, falling onto a lounge chair, when the light started forming the shape of a man. With a snap of his fingers, Bulma found that she was unable to rise from the chair. She was truly trapped. The figure chuckled and Bulma found herself enjoying the sound coming from him. It was low and raspy but full of amusement. She closed her eyes and let her senses take over. She inhaled and was surprised to smell something so rich and masculine. The air smelled like she was in the forest. She could feel the creature staring at her. When she opened her eyes, they went wide with fright. The man was hovering right above her. She opened her mouth to scream but the figure put his fingers to her lips, silencing her. It's the man from the painting!Bulma scrambled to get her thoughts together. Ok girl, keep it together. You are not about to let this ghost jerk you around. Now say something!
Even with her quick pep talk, Bulma almost lost all of her resolve when the man spoke up. "You are an insignificant vile little human. Woman, you think that you can walk in my house and have no care in the world? You are neither the first person to think highly of themselves and you probably won't be the last. While your spirit is admirable, it is greatly misplaced. I will break you. Now I suggest you get your little tour guide and get the fuck out of my house."
Vegeta smirked at the human's stunned face. His smirk faded to a scowl when she screamed out, "If you think your fucking ghost tricks are going to make me run away then you are sorely mistaken buster. I didn't come this far to let some egotistical bastard ghost face scare me off. And if you think that by trapping me in this room away from Goku so that you can control me, then you are hardly someone I need to be afraid of." The bonds around Bulma went slack and she leapt up towards Vegeta. "And my name is Bulma! Not woman!" Vegeta's scowl flickered into a ferocious snarl. Bulma stepped back when she noticed the sharp pearly whites that were peeking out from his lips. His eyes went from bulged to slits and his nostrils flared. "Woman, you are getting on my last nerves. Don't try to be the hero; you have no idea what forms my powers can take. Now be a good girl and leave me in peace." Vegeta took one last glance at Bulma and then his form flashed and he was gone.
"Don't worry Bulma, here I come!" Bulma snapped her head to the door where she watched Goku shove open the doors. "Are you ok? Kami, your dad is going to kill me! Did you see the ghost?" Bulma slid her eyes from the space where Vegeta left onto Goku's. "He wasn't too bad; kind of cute." She beamed. "Come on, let's get out of here. I'm tired and hungry and I want to negotiate on a full stomach." Goku's stomach growled. "Ha-ha, yeah I could use Chi Chi's cooking right now." Bulma laughed; there was the Goku she knew, always hungry. Eager to get some food, Goku rushed out of the house.
Before leaving, Bulma placed her hand on the door and with a calm and calculated voice whispered, "I hope you're ready, Vegeta, because I'll be back and I'm not so easy to get rid of." And with a satisfied smile, Bulma closed the door and walked away, punching in her parent's number to tell them the good news.