Part Two
"Where are they?" 18 whispered to her husband. The couple stood in the darkness of the nightly park. "They may have gone to that Pavilion, Yamcha saw them earlier that day. Let's look for them there." His whisper was as soft as hers. Carefully they sneaked trough the bushes. When they reached the special location they found it serene and empty. "They are not here" Krillin stated. "They probably have another place for their 'meeting'. Its possible they suspect something. Did you notice how Vegeta stared at us during dinner? Maybe he knows that we know..." "So we won't find them; they could have gone anywhere." "Shit." Krillin laid his arm around his wife's slim waist. "Its surely a beautiful summer night. We could sit down in here for a while and enjoy the cool breeze." "Is this all you want to enjoy, honey?" she asked him coyly. "I have something in mind..."
Yamcha and Piccolo made their way through the park. "This is absolutely idiotic." Piccolo said. "We stalk through the darkness only because you suspect Goku and Vegeta to have a 'thing' going on." "Shhh, we're near the spot." Piccolo listened into the night. He heard the sound of kissing and the soft rustle of clothing. "Do you hear that, Yamcha?" "Yes." They heard a faint snicker and a voice whispering. "I love you. You are my life. I'm so glad to have you with me." The utterance was followed by another kissing sound.
Yamcha facevaulted. Suddenly, he felt himself dragged backwards. "Whatever they are doing, it is not our part to eavesdrop." Piccolo stated.
Yamcha hung his head. "Poor Bulma, this will destroy her. How can that idiot Vegeta break her heart like this? And with her best friend. This is sick. I hoped it was all a misunderstanding. But now? Who will tell the wives?" Piccolo and Yamcha made their way back to the corporation building.
It was late at night, when the prince of Saiyans joined his wife in bed. She turned to face him. Her voice told him that she hadn't slept till now. "Vegeta, is everything o.k. with you?" She sounded a bit nervous. "I'm fine.", he responded in his usual rough tone. After a short pause, he added. "Why are you asking?" She sighed. "I have the feeling there are things going on I don't know anything about. My friends behave weird and besides I haven't seen you around very often in the last weeks." "Your friends are weird." he said, ignoring the latter part of her utterance. For him, the conversation was finished. He rolled over and slept. She stared to the ceiling, wondering what this all meant.
The next morning came and with it still more complications.
The trouble started after breakfast. Bulma had asked Vegeta to help her bringing in tons of bottles with party drinks, and he refused, saying he had better things to do. They were arguing as always. Then, Bulma made a fatal mistake. She said: "Vegeta, if you won't help me with the drinks, don't expect me to reserve you a place on the dinner table tonight." He lost his temper. "Don't mess with me, woman. You can prepare food for hundreds of those stupid humans and then you're telling me you are not able to keep your husband fed? If you can't make me dinner, then don't expect me to attend that crazy party of yours." "You didn't like the party anyway. Everything you've done the last days was to avoid anything that looked like work." Lost in her anger, she didn't really notice that she was screeching on top of her lungs. "You are damn right. I don't care for your silly, annoying projects." That comment hit her. "Silly? Annoying? You are never interested in anything I do. If you think I'm annoying, you can leave every time you want." Now, he was shouting, too. "Don't get me any ideas, woman!" "If you are troubled by my presence, then go to live with your Goku- Darling, you cling to him all the time anyway." The Saiyan fumed. "As you wish," was all he said before he flew out of the open window. As soon as he was gone, Bulma calmed down. She knew their arguments. He would come back. It must have been the stress of the last days that had caused them to quarrel like this. But somehow she had the feeling that he was really angry this time. 'Well', she told herself, 'He will get hungry and tonight he will be back.' And then the preparations occupied her. It was a busy day.
While they were working on the last decorations, Yamcha discussed with Piccolo what he should do about the fatal incident they had witnessed the night before. To late he realized that they had spoken a little bit too loud and that Videl was standing in the doorway, her mouth hanging open. She demanded to know what was going on. Yamcha had no choice but to tell her the whole story and bade her to keep silent about it. She was as disgusted as he that her boyfriend's father was having an affair. "Gohan will be devastated, if he hears about this. We mustn't tell him. He adores Goku. It would break him." So they agreed.
Finally, it was dinner time. Everybody was there, except one of them. Vegeata's seat was empty. And Bulma seemed upset. After the first two questions where her husband was, she stood up: "I don't know and I don't care. Eat your food and stop bothering me!" After that not a single word was spoken. Everybody stared on his plate and kept his head low. Nobody dared to face Bulma's temper. Their momentary reaction in connection with the strange behavior of the last two days was more than Bulma could bear. Suddenly everybody's ears rang. "What is wrong with you guys? Tell me? Can't you even keep a normal dinner conversation? Am I asking for to much, if I want you to behave just normal? If you don't feel like being social than you can leave! EVERYBODY!" The Z gang obeyed the order all to gladly and a few seconds later Bulma was alone. She sagged back on her chair. Now, that only silence surrounded her with everybody gone and everything done, she body relaxed. Over the day her mind had been focussed on the work. Finally, the preparation stress and that unsettled argument with Vegeta in the morning demanded tribute. Bulma only realized that she was crying, when something wet dropped on her hand. Now, that the tears had begun to flow freely, she couldn't hold them back any longer. However, she was glad to be alone, she didn't want anybody to see her like this. Her wishes should not be granted. Suddenly she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. Videl sat down in a chair next to her, handing her an handkerchief. "What's wrong, Bulma?" She asked. That did it. In an instant Bulma clung to Videl's shirt, sobbing. She was muttering something unintelligible. The few things Videl could understand were: "Vegeta", "left me" and "going to live with Goku." 'Oh my god, he has told her. That's why she was so upset. It must be incredible hard for her. Poor Bulma.' Videls female instincts for comforting a heartbroken friend were awakened. She put her arms around Bulma. "I know how terrible this must be for you. I couldn't believe it when Yamcha told me. But you must accept it somehow. Surely, it's not your fault, that Vegeta has fallen in love with Goku." "HE HAS WHAT???
"Where are they?" 18 whispered to her husband. The couple stood in the darkness of the nightly park. "They may have gone to that Pavilion, Yamcha saw them earlier that day. Let's look for them there." His whisper was as soft as hers. Carefully they sneaked trough the bushes. When they reached the special location they found it serene and empty. "They are not here" Krillin stated. "They probably have another place for their 'meeting'. Its possible they suspect something. Did you notice how Vegeta stared at us during dinner? Maybe he knows that we know..." "So we won't find them; they could have gone anywhere." "Shit." Krillin laid his arm around his wife's slim waist. "Its surely a beautiful summer night. We could sit down in here for a while and enjoy the cool breeze." "Is this all you want to enjoy, honey?" she asked him coyly. "I have something in mind..."
Yamcha and Piccolo made their way through the park. "This is absolutely idiotic." Piccolo said. "We stalk through the darkness only because you suspect Goku and Vegeta to have a 'thing' going on." "Shhh, we're near the spot." Piccolo listened into the night. He heard the sound of kissing and the soft rustle of clothing. "Do you hear that, Yamcha?" "Yes." They heard a faint snicker and a voice whispering. "I love you. You are my life. I'm so glad to have you with me." The utterance was followed by another kissing sound.
Yamcha facevaulted. Suddenly, he felt himself dragged backwards. "Whatever they are doing, it is not our part to eavesdrop." Piccolo stated.
Yamcha hung his head. "Poor Bulma, this will destroy her. How can that idiot Vegeta break her heart like this? And with her best friend. This is sick. I hoped it was all a misunderstanding. But now? Who will tell the wives?" Piccolo and Yamcha made their way back to the corporation building.
It was late at night, when the prince of Saiyans joined his wife in bed. She turned to face him. Her voice told him that she hadn't slept till now. "Vegeta, is everything o.k. with you?" She sounded a bit nervous. "I'm fine.", he responded in his usual rough tone. After a short pause, he added. "Why are you asking?" She sighed. "I have the feeling there are things going on I don't know anything about. My friends behave weird and besides I haven't seen you around very often in the last weeks." "Your friends are weird." he said, ignoring the latter part of her utterance. For him, the conversation was finished. He rolled over and slept. She stared to the ceiling, wondering what this all meant.
The next morning came and with it still more complications.
The trouble started after breakfast. Bulma had asked Vegeta to help her bringing in tons of bottles with party drinks, and he refused, saying he had better things to do. They were arguing as always. Then, Bulma made a fatal mistake. She said: "Vegeta, if you won't help me with the drinks, don't expect me to reserve you a place on the dinner table tonight." He lost his temper. "Don't mess with me, woman. You can prepare food for hundreds of those stupid humans and then you're telling me you are not able to keep your husband fed? If you can't make me dinner, then don't expect me to attend that crazy party of yours." "You didn't like the party anyway. Everything you've done the last days was to avoid anything that looked like work." Lost in her anger, she didn't really notice that she was screeching on top of her lungs. "You are damn right. I don't care for your silly, annoying projects." That comment hit her. "Silly? Annoying? You are never interested in anything I do. If you think I'm annoying, you can leave every time you want." Now, he was shouting, too. "Don't get me any ideas, woman!" "If you are troubled by my presence, then go to live with your Goku- Darling, you cling to him all the time anyway." The Saiyan fumed. "As you wish," was all he said before he flew out of the open window. As soon as he was gone, Bulma calmed down. She knew their arguments. He would come back. It must have been the stress of the last days that had caused them to quarrel like this. But somehow she had the feeling that he was really angry this time. 'Well', she told herself, 'He will get hungry and tonight he will be back.' And then the preparations occupied her. It was a busy day.
While they were working on the last decorations, Yamcha discussed with Piccolo what he should do about the fatal incident they had witnessed the night before. To late he realized that they had spoken a little bit too loud and that Videl was standing in the doorway, her mouth hanging open. She demanded to know what was going on. Yamcha had no choice but to tell her the whole story and bade her to keep silent about it. She was as disgusted as he that her boyfriend's father was having an affair. "Gohan will be devastated, if he hears about this. We mustn't tell him. He adores Goku. It would break him." So they agreed.
Finally, it was dinner time. Everybody was there, except one of them. Vegeata's seat was empty. And Bulma seemed upset. After the first two questions where her husband was, she stood up: "I don't know and I don't care. Eat your food and stop bothering me!" After that not a single word was spoken. Everybody stared on his plate and kept his head low. Nobody dared to face Bulma's temper. Their momentary reaction in connection with the strange behavior of the last two days was more than Bulma could bear. Suddenly everybody's ears rang. "What is wrong with you guys? Tell me? Can't you even keep a normal dinner conversation? Am I asking for to much, if I want you to behave just normal? If you don't feel like being social than you can leave! EVERYBODY!" The Z gang obeyed the order all to gladly and a few seconds later Bulma was alone. She sagged back on her chair. Now, that only silence surrounded her with everybody gone and everything done, she body relaxed. Over the day her mind had been focussed on the work. Finally, the preparation stress and that unsettled argument with Vegeta in the morning demanded tribute. Bulma only realized that she was crying, when something wet dropped on her hand. Now, that the tears had begun to flow freely, she couldn't hold them back any longer. However, she was glad to be alone, she didn't want anybody to see her like this. Her wishes should not be granted. Suddenly she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. Videl sat down in a chair next to her, handing her an handkerchief. "What's wrong, Bulma?" She asked. That did it. In an instant Bulma clung to Videl's shirt, sobbing. She was muttering something unintelligible. The few things Videl could understand were: "Vegeta", "left me" and "going to live with Goku." 'Oh my god, he has told her. That's why she was so upset. It must be incredible hard for her. Poor Bulma.' Videls female instincts for comforting a heartbroken friend were awakened. She put her arms around Bulma. "I know how terrible this must be for you. I couldn't believe it when Yamcha told me. But you must accept it somehow. Surely, it's not your fault, that Vegeta has fallen in love with Goku." "HE HAS WHAT???