(Sorry for the slow progression of the story! Juggling lots of stories currently 0v0' I'm super happy at how fast the story has been viewed and its receiving of followers! I hope you guys are enjoying so far! )
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True Love - Pink
Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say
Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face
There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down
I know life would suck without you
At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole, but I love you
And you make me so mad I ask myself
"Why I'm still here, oh where could I go?"
You're the only love I've ever known
But I hate you, I really hate you
So much I think it must be
True love, true love, it must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love, it must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you
...
After a week had passed, I was feeling much better. I had made a near full recovery, save for a few minor coughs and headaches.
All through the week of recovery, I had been thinking through how to make this work. So far, it was simple.
Seduce Vegeta. That was easier said than done. The guy was extremely annoying to me, but Yamcha hates him more than I do. If I said I was with Vegeta, it would definitely make him feel the burn that I got when I saw he was flirting with another woman.
I paused. Of course, it had only been once or twice he flirted. Well, screw it, if I was overreacting, it didn't matter. I was hurt, that was all that mattered, right? Who cares if I managed to go a bit overboard? This is about me getting my revenge. There was no room for regret or second thoughts.
I was busy tidying my room when I heard the door open. It was Yamcha. "Oh, hey," I said, pulling the covers over my bed and tucking them into place.
"Hey. Feeling better?"
I nodded.
"Good." He smiled. "I got you some things from the bakery, too. They're in the kitchen, if you want them."
"Thank you!" I left the bed and hugged him. "You're the sweetest."
"You're welcome," I heard him say, wrapping his arms around me. I let go, feeling him do the same.
"I gotta go soon," he announced. "Puar and I have to go talk to Goku later." He smiled. "I'll come back after, though."
"I have to work on some things," I said, crossing my arms. "I don't know if I'd be able to give you some attention, Yam."
"Oh, okay. It's fine, B. I'll come by tomorrow?"
"I don't know if I have to go with my dad to a convention or not..." I went through my schedule of the week in my head.
His smile started to falter. "Oh. Um...are you available at all this week?"
"I don't think I have anything more than a few pockets in between for breaks..." I murmured. Yamcha sighed but then put an arm over my shoulder.
"Alright. That's okay. I'll come bring you things to keep the stress down." He gently kissed my cheek, smiling and heading out of my room and down the stairs.
My schedule would never do. Other than today, I had no way to seduce Vegeta. No time in my schedule allowed it.
I pushed it all from my mind and headed downstairs to see that Yamcha had already left the house. I didn't think my full schedule would make him leave so soon. Or, at least, I guessed that was what made him leave.
I took out a soda, cracking it open and taking a drink. I saw my mom come out from the left, a smile on her face. "Hey, Mom," I said over my soda.
"Oh, hello, dear. Good morning." She picked up a bag with extremely cursive handwriting on the front. "Oh, are these yours, dear?"
"Yamcha left them for me," I responded. I took them from her, watching her go to the living room. Usually this was the time she started cooking breakfast, but I assumed it wasn't going to happen. She did have some morning when she left it to the robots.
I opened the bag and took out a strawberry turn over. I took a bite, following my mother into the living room. I saw Dad there, a suitcase in his hand. He was near the front door.
He looked past Mom and waved me over. The strawberry turn over still in hand, I approached him.
"Bulma, you know the convention tomorrow? Well, I figured it'd be best that you didn't go." When he saw my reaction change to one with disappointment and my mouth open, he spoke quickly. "Dear, dear, it's a place with a lot of boring meetings! I don't want you to have to go through all that." He lit a cigarette, placing it in his mouth. Scratches meowed on his shoulder, clawing on the lab coat. "You're young. You need to live your life."
"But...we'd been planning it for weeks now," I said.
"I know. But I just think you'd rather go and spend time with Yamcha. I mean, you've both been rather distant for a while."
"He knows I'm busy, it's fine! I can deal with boring meetings-"
"Dear, your father has a point," my mom said gently. "You need to spend some time with Yamcha. He's such a sweet boy, I'm sure he's missing you."
I sighed, biting my lip to keep from talking any further. "Then why do you have your suitcase?"
"Eh?" Dad looked down at his hand, seeing the suitcase. "Oh! It'll take a while to get a spot reserved at a hotel and get there. I figured it'd be best I left today."
"Is Mom going with you?"
"Oh, no, she would grow painfully bored." He chuckled. "It's just me, myself, and I."
"I hope you have fun, dear!" Mom said.
"Wait, wait, you're leaving now?!" I exclaimed.
"Of course! I love you both! Tell Vegeta that his next batch of bots are in the lab!" He grinned, going out the door, Scratches and all.
My jaw dropped. I was stuck with Vegeta and Mom. The house suddenly felt a lot more empty. Now what was I going to do? Well, now I had more time to work on a few projects on the side...
My thoughts wandered to Yamcha as I walked back to the kitchen. Should I tell him my schedule cleared out? Well, that'd be lying, since I was filling it with more things. Those projects were important, so it wasn't like I was cheating him of it.
He would understand, I'm sure. What boyfriend wasn't understanding? It was totally normal I had a full schedule. He could hold out for a week.
And besides...I had a plan to work out. He would figure it out on his own.
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(VEGETA'S P.O.V.)
For the past week, the harpy and her idiotic companion hadn't been talking other than the few visits I knew of. As for phone calls, I had no control or knowing over. But I could already tell the two were growing distant.
Overhearing that Bulma's father was leaving was almost a devastation. He was the most sane one in this house, and the only one I could request robots and repairs from without getting yelled at. How long was this damn convention?
Now I was stuck with the harpy's assistance. I would rather have no assistance instead. But of course, the goal of getting stronger than Kakarot delayed any complaint of who it was making my mechanical needs.
As the three spoke - the harpy, the insane mother, and the slightly sane father - I looked out the window. I just finished my morning training, and from the look of things outside, the harpy's boyfriend appeared to be enjoying himself to another woman.
He was leaning on his car, a sighing expression on his face. He was most likely confiding his problems into her. She didn't really seem to be listening, more focused on her blonde curls than his concerns of what I guessed to be the lack of attention. Her eyes kept wondering to his body.
Whatever.
Not my problem.
I stepped away from the window, leaving to the study. Reading wasn't anything foreign to me - it wasn't my favorite pastime, either. But it didn't annoy me as much as talking to Bulma.
The first thing I saw in the study was the multitude of romance novels. I growled. I couldn't stand how much Bulma appeared to love the genre. Love was an annoying illusion. And if I were to be presented with something as annoying as that, I would label it a distraction and send it off.
It wouldn't help if I had something intangible like feelings for someone. It would definitely hinder any hope I had of getting stronger. I wanted to stay as far away from any version of romance as possible; that included romance novels.
I closed the door to the study, going to the library on the south side of the building instead. As much of a maze this house was, it wasn't too hard to navigate. You just have to recall where've you been so far in the home and remember where it is. Once you've traveled everywhere, you're fine. Golden. No problems.
Well.
It isn't a problem until a certain blue-haired someone comes along to ruin it.
"Vegeta!" She approached me, her ridiculous hairstyle bobbing as she picked up her pace. "I thought you were in the GR."
I continued walking past her. My mood had definitely gone south. I was debating whether or not to blow her up once she caught up with me. She ended up walking with me.
"Well? What're you doing? Not training, shockingly."
"I have a schedule for training," I growled. "And where I am headed is none of your concern."
"It kind of is my concern. This is my house. I would like to ensure that I won't have to pay for property damage and all."
"I'm not going to blow anything up."
"But I don't trust you whatsoever. Where are you headed?"
We passed the library. She didn't need to follow me wherever I went. "Why does it matter to you?" I glared at her, only getting a roll of the eyes in return.
"It matters because I'm bored. I want something to do."
"Go spend time with your weakling. You need it." I wasn't giving advice - I just wanted her gone.
I sighed. "He's probably doing whatever he needed to ask Goku about."
"That or he's on a date with another girl."
"What? No. He already said he wasn't!"
I rolled my eyes. "He was outside with some girl." Hopefully she would leave. This was getting agonizing. Talking to her about her love life was how I was going to die. I was sure of it.
"Some girl?! That insensitive...!" She murmured cuss words, storming down the hall. I sighed inwardly. Finally.
I doubled back, entering the library. There had to be something of some degree of interest in here. So far I wasn't seeing any, but it didn't give me a reason to leave and find something else to do.
I picked a book off the shelf. The spine of the book said, "Pet Semetary" by some man named Stephen King. The cover of the book didn't give much away to me. Opening it, I was already intrigued. I'd read novels before - they weren't foreign. Many planets had gifted writers.
Just when I was getting into the writing style of King, the library door burst open. I scowled and closed the book, seeing the Harpy walk in, obviously pissed off.
"That little-!" She stormed about the room, ignoring my presence. I crossed my arms, observing her. Cursing, she picked a book off the shelf and threw it at the wall. "I can't BELIEVE him! He's off with that...that...WHORE!"
Throwing more books at the wall, I didn't make a move to stop her. She had seen her fill of the situation, obviously. But it didn't seem to be over.
"Bulma!" Yamcha burst into the room, appearing to be out of breath. A book hit his cheek, making him go backwards. "Hey!"
"Yamcha!" Bulma immediately halted. Me standing there was odd. It was like I was watching a mediocre play. She appeared upset - her fists were clenched and her teeth were clenched together. What gave it away most was the sharp glare in her eyes.
"Bulma, I'm sorry-"
"Yamcha, you can't just...with HER?! I'M supposed to be the one you're with! You don't flirt with anybody else! I'm supposed to be the only one!" Her voice faltered. Now tears were going down her cheeks. I rolled my eyes. That was definitely not the person I knew.
"I'm sorry. I really am. You know I love you." He approached her, placing his arms around her. And she allowed him to. No objections. Did she want him or not? I was confused and annoyed. What I'd prefer is for both of them to just leave and allow me to get the book I needed.
I was insanely behind on training. The Harpy in this emotional state wasn't helping, either. I growled audibly, moving past them and taking the book, leaving the library.
How long was the sane one going to be gone? It can't be more than a few days. That seemed insane. I would lose my sanity shortly - the sanity I had left, anyway.
If she wanted someone to only look at her, then she should be learning not to run back to him. If he was the type of man who couldn't stay with just one variety and she was the type of woman who wanted to be the only variety to a man, the relationship they have is going to be a bad one.
Now, I'm not one to brag about my own relationship status. I know for a fact that I hadn't experienced something like that many a time.
I shook my head, stopping in the living room and slumping on the couch. Then another screech sounded.
"Ohhh, Vegeta!" My mood hit a sharp decline again. It was the insane mother.
"What is it, Woman?" I said sharply.
She stopped next to the couch. "I'm going to go shopping for a few, alright? Can you watch Bulma?"
"Who do you take me for?" The request was ludicrous. I wasn't going ten feet near Bulma. Not while she was in her emotional train wreck.
"Oh, I'll only be gone two hours," she insisted.
"No!"
I picked up the book and left the room.
This place was insane.
I couldn't say it enough.
It. Was. Insane.
I murmured phrases under my breath as I went up the stairs, not stopping until I opened the door and slammed it behind me. I locked the door.
I didn't need them barging in and testing my sanity again.
I sat down on the bed, allowing myself to calm down. I, a Saiyan prince, shouldn't have to go through something like this. Then again, I'd gone through a lot of things. But this was probably the most annoying. Nothing during my servitude under Frieza annoyed me - just angered. I opened the book, flipping to the first page, finding the spot I was at before and continuing.
Stephen King was already a favorite author of mine by the second page.
(I'm not pleased with the chapter, but I hope you're liking! :3 Sorry for the long wait! Starting from chapter 5, I've picked up the story with improved writing and longer chapters. :) Wait until then, please!)
