Chapter 4

Face-off n' more

"Bye, guys! I'm going back to Kame House to prove that I'm still awesome!" Krillin said to his friends at Capsule Corp. He was holding Maron in one arm. He was no longer as tall as her. In fact, he was much taller than her.

"See ya later, Krillin! Say hi to the turtle guy for me!" Goku requested.

Krillin chuckled and reached into his pocket to produce a capsule.

Krillin, after saying goodbye to his friends, left the Capsule Corporation.

He walked down the sidewalk, holding Maron's hand. He felt free at last, away from the jerks who yelled at him constantly.

As he walked, he noticed that no one looked at him in disgust.

Krillin, for the first time in months, felt happiness.

Krillin decided before he went back to Kame House, he would go to Trunk's apartment to visit Gure.

After a few minutes, he came upon the apartment building. He entered the building. He went to room 301 and knocked on the door.

He waited to find the face of Trunks peeking out the door. The lavender-haired youth's face twisted into one of surprise.

"Krillin! Is that you? You're so…tall!" Trunks cried, smiling at his guest.

Krillin spied Gure run to him. Krillin's brow rose as he viewed the tiny woman. She was so small! He didn't realize it when he was her size.

"Krillin!" Gure squealed. "You're so big!"

"Gure… you're…so small!"

"Yes, silly! You got really big!"

"Man, how can anyone stand to live with you?"

Trunks giggled at that statement. He couldn't stand Krillin and Gure while they were staying, but now that Krillin was back to his original state, he was more pleasant to be around.

"What? What are you saying?"

"I don't love you, I actually hate you!" Krillin growled.

"No, it can't be!"

Krillin kicked the little woman down. She cried pitifully, but Trunks joined the fun, kicking her harder, sending her flying into the wall, where she bounced off and smacked down on the carpet.

The two men laughed together, pointing fingers at the tiny woman, who ran away, in between Krillin's legs and outside.

"Hey, you want to stay a while?" Trunks invited, recovering from the laughter.

"No thanks, I gotta go back home."

"Hey, that's cool, man! No sweat!"

Krillin left with his daughter. A little over a half hour later, they were by the shore. Krillin tossed the capsule on the sand, where it transformed into a hover car.

Krillin put Maron in the back seat and he jumped in front. The car took off, heading for Kame House.

After an hour or so, the tiny island came into view. Krillin lowered the car for a landing on the tiny island. The car touched down on the land mass.

Krillin instructed Maron to stay in the car until he came back to get her.

The martial artist hurried into the Turtle House, opening the door.

Krillin took a step inside, but jumped back as he saw his old master and his wife doing the wild thing on the futon.

Krillin screamed his dismay to the scene.

Master Roshi looked at the figure. He hurriedly stopped his love-making and pulled up his pants. "Oh Krillin!" Master Roshi cried, surprised to see his pupil back in shape.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"He's fuckin' me!" #18 said matter-of-factly.

"Well…err…umm…"

Turtle looked pleased to see Krillin.

"Master Roshi! Get away from my wife!"Krillin shouted, and Master Roshi backed off.

"What, Krillin?" #18 snapped. "You think you're man enough to take me?"

"Hell yeah! But first, I gotta beat the shit out of Roshi!"

"No, Krillin! Think about the good times!"

"Remember how you kicked me out? You pushed me around and sent me out in the cold!" Krillin growled, cracking his knuckles.

"I've changed!" Master Roshi claimed.

"You were just fucking my wife up the ass!" (Editor: Gawd, this language is so bad, but I have to say…that is the best line in the story.)

"Well, she wanted me to!"

"I'm still gonna kick your ass!"

Krillin leaped at Master Roshi, readying an attack that would send Master Roshi down. Krillin kicked the Turtle Master hard in the side, sending the master flying sidelong.

Master Roshi fell onto the hardwood floor and yelped in pain, not liking the physical abuse. He started to rise, but Krillin was upon him then, grabbing the invincible old master by the collar.

Krillin threw the Kame School instructor through the window, where he stayed, unconscious.

"Take that, venerable master!" Krillin spat.

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" #18 snarled, sitting comfortably on the futon.

"You know it!" Krillin said as he approached his woman.

* * * * *

Vegeta, the Mighty Prince of Saiyans was homeless. When he landed on his own property, it turned out Son Goku had moved into his house—and probably into his room.

He was walking down the streets of West City. Where was he to go?

The saiyan had been living in the forest for a couple days, but that lifestyle didn't sit well with him.

Vegeta had no money, so he could not buy a new home. He had to try to move in with someone he knew—not Kakarrot… not Roshi…Trunks?

Where did his son live now? Perhaps he could search for his son's "chi" and track him down that way…

* * * * *

What was that strange emotion Piccolo felt when he heard Vegeta and Bulma? Such was very unusual. These emotions were really changing the Namekian.

Was this jealousy, perhaps? He felt…a longing for Bulma. Did he love her? Possibly, but what if Goku knew? Piccolo indeed loved Bulma.

So this new emotion was covetousness. How very strange it felt! He wanted her, but he could not have her, for there was Goku standing in his way of what he desired.

Perhaps he could have an affair? Maybe he could try to dress provocatively and dance around the room with Bulma to see where things went.

That was the plan, then. He would try to attract Bulma the next day. He began to plan his wooing.

* * * * *

After a many minutes, he found his son's apartment. He stood outside the door, thinking about what he was going to say.

The prince knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack, the chain on the door stopping the door from continuing. Trunk's eyes darted from side-to-side, and then looked at his father.

The orbs widened. The door closed, and the removing of the chain from the door could be heard from the other side.

The door swung open wide, revealing Trunks. "Oh my god, father! What are you doing here? Come on in!" the lavender-haired youth said excitably.

Vegeta entered, looking around at the apartment. It was a sloppy joint, not too impressive. The room smelt of smoke, beer, and rotten food.

"Well, Trunks… I need to stay here for a while…" Vegeta answered his son's previous question. "Capsule Corp. is no longer my residence."

"What? Why?" Trunks said, closing his door and putting the chain back on.

Vegeta turned a curious glance at his son, surprised that he did not know. "You don't seriously know?"

"No. What happened?"

"…Your mother and I are no longer together, and I was cast from my home." Vegeta informed.

"What? Since when?"

"…a long time…"

"Nobody tells me these things!"

"I've told you before."

"No…really?"

"Never mind… the point is: I have to stay with you for a while."

"Sure, stay as long as you need, father!" Trunks started away, toward his closet. "I'll get the bed stuff!"

The half-saiyan opened the closet and grabbed hold of a rolled-up sheet. He yanked it out of the closet, but as the blanket was separated from the closet, two large sandwich bags of a curious green substance flopped down at Trunk's feet.

Trunks looked at his father momentarily. The son of Vegeta was a drug-dealer who sold marijuana and mushrooms. He smiled innocently, then quickly retrieved the fallen leaves and put them back in the closet.

Without a word, he got the blankets and put them down on the couch. Vegeta looked at his son.

"Okay…" the prince said after a time.

"Let's watch TV, want to?" Trunks said, picking up the remote.

* * * * *

Videl squealed as she rode Gohan.

Videl settled down on the saiyan, who was now "finished".

"Oh I'm crazy about you, you big galoot!" she purred, placing her head down on the half-saiyan's powerful chest.

"Yeah, it just doesn't get any better than this…" Gohan said, planting his hands upon his girlfriend's backside. He pulled her up on him and kissed her.

Videl shook her hair out of her face and rested on her hulking man-candy. The lovemaking had shaken the room up a bit; some objects were lying on the floor.

Gohan saw his mother in Videl's face, and he turned away from her.

"What's wrong, honey-bunches and oats?" Videl asked, sitting up.

"I was just thinking about my mom…" Gohan said, quite uncomfortable.

That was all the explanation needed, Videl only nodded, understanding.

"I just still can't believe it." Gohan said, wrapping an arm over his gal. "Mom always seemed so cool, so calm. I never thought she'd do that in a million years!"

The two lied in bed, Gohan feeling comfort in the arms of Videl.

(Editor: Okay, I'm pretty sure that Gohan seeing Chi-Chi in Videl's face was not supposed to be in a sexual way. It was just that Videl has black hair and it reminds Gohan of his mother.)

* * * * *

Goten was lying on the floor in the room that was provided for him by Videl and Hercule. His mother had committed suicide. She had told him she was going to bed. It didn't seem fair, that she should just kill herself, without at least leaving a letter concerning the reasons, as opposed to leaving everyone wondering for the rest of their lives.

The younger half-saiyan was lying, unmoving on the floor. The trauma affected him deeply; a wound that even a senzu would never heal.

He knew others were always trying to comfort him, trying to ease his pain. How could his pain be eased, knowing his mother died by her own hand, probably because of him? He regretted ever having watching his mother with the strange man.

He had watched Chi-Chi have sex with the grocery bagger many times, something Goten now lamented. How could he have? The wrongness festered in his mind.

Hercule, feeling sorry for the little guy, came into the room then. His visage was somber, seeing the heartbreaking image of the deeply scarred child.

The world champion approached the kid, who was lying motionless on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey, kiddo… you want to play a game or something?" Hercule asked as softly as he could.

"No thanks…" the young half-saiyan answered.

"Want to watch some TV?"

"No,"

Mr. Satan was silent for a moment, thinking carefully about his next suggestion. "Are you hungry?"

"No."

"You want to hear some jokes?"

"No."

"Your momma's so ugly, that…" Hercule began, but quickly stopped, knowing his terrible mistake. "…I mean, beautiful…!"

Hercule tried to come up with a better joke, but found himself stopping, turning around and heading for the door. "What's the point?" Hercule asked himself under his breath.

* * * * *

Vegeta was in his son's apartment after being a homeless person for a month. He did not think Trunks was such a dirty guy! He turned over on the couch he was laying on, trying to find a comfortable position—which was hard to do on the dirty and stained material.

What was he doing here? Why had he let Kakarrot take his home away? That wasn't the first time he asked himself. Son Goku was much stronger and faster than him, he could even ascend to the third stage of Super Saiyan.

Why did Bulma run off with Kakarrot?

Vegeta had thought the so-called love he and Bulma had shared was "true", but it appeared he had been wrong. His wife, the mother of his son, the love of his life had cheated on him; after all they had been through.

Sure he had hit her, but he had had a few drinks, and he was sensitive about his own strength, and he had expected Bulma to be more kind.

And he had gotten into a fight with Goku… he was really mad about missing the fight and Goku stealing his food.

She said Goku was her best friend for many years, long before she and Vegeta had met. The prince grew irritated about that tiring subject. He always asked himself, what was wrong with him so much that his wife would leave him? He could come up with no answer, save for the fact that she and Kakarrot had been good friends and were close for years.

Vegeta growled as he turned over yet again.

* * * * *

Late that night, Yamcha entered the West city studio to apply for a career in adult films. He sat down in the office waiting room to wait for his appointment with the director.

He glanced around the place, seeing pictures of women dressed in provocative and revealing clothes.

Yamcha heard his name called from the door by a woman. He got up from the chair and hurried to the door to do his job interview and his…audition.

"Yamcha, have a seat." The fat man said, putting a hand out to shake. "You look like a hefty guy."

"Yeah, I guess so…" Yamcha laughed nervously.

"Modest…" the fat man laughed heartily. "My name is Depraved Trevrep. So, do you have experience in sexual intercourse?"

"Yeah… a lot, actually!"

The fat man chuckled. "I thought so.

"Have you ever had sex on camera before?" He continued.

"A couple of times…but they were never presented…"

"Okay…" Depraved wrote something down on a piece of paper. "Homosexuality? Do you like men?"

"No way, man! Yamcha loves the women!" Yamcha declared proudly.

"Good! I have a feeling you'll do fine!" Depraved laughed. "This procedure you're about to complete will test your sexual performance."

The fat man sent Yamcha through the next door. It was a bedroom, with a dim-lit lamp and incense.

It was completely solitary, save for a large one-way window. Yamcha sat down on the bed, unsure of what he had to do, considering the absence of a female.

Soon, a woman wearing nothing-save for a bra and panties of the same color entered the room.

"Are you ready, or do you need more time to prepare?" the strange woman asked, seeming amused at Yamcha.

"Yeah…ready…"

The woman watched Yamcha, who sat on the bed, glancing at the window. "Just pretend it's not there, okay? You'll get used to it later, when you're being filmed." She sounded really professional about it. "Take off your clothes and show them if you have what it takes to be a professional porn-star!"

Yamcha hesitated, and then removed his clothes, very hesitantly taking off his underwear.

The woman settled on the bed, motioning for Yamcha to pursue.

Yamcha began tentatively, crawling upon the bed.

(Editor: I must say this scene was pointless. The only reason Mike even put it in here was for filler…)

* * * * *

Goku yelped when he saw Piccolo. He was dressed in a white, loose doctor's outfit and tight white pants, showing off a bulge in his pants. The Namek had a reflective circlet strap around his head. He looked at Goku over his shoulder, sweat dripping from his brow.

Piccolo was frozen dead in his tracks, his legs still bent as if he were about to take a step.

"I can explain…" Piccolo mumbled, returning to an easy stand. "I'm playing doctor with…Tarble."

Goku was wearing a curious and disgusted expression, half-expecting Piccolo to be engaged in a homoerotic act with Vegeta's brother. The saiyan continued down the hall to see Bulma. "Okay…" he said under his breath.

Piccolo sighed with relief when Goku was a safe distance away. He continued on his way, but suddenly stopped, for he knew Goku was also on his way to see Bulma. He materialized his usual clothing onto his body, in the stead of his doctor outfit.

Piccolo decided to wait for the night to go on with his plan. He would remain elsewhere until Goku would go back into the gravity room to train.

* * * * *

Vegeta had the phone and he had dialed the 7 digits that was Bulma's phone number. He put the phone to his ear and, before anyone could answer his call, he slammed the phone down on the receiver.

"Why must I be such a coward?" Vegeta sobbed as he walked away from the phone, placing a hand on his features with shame.

"What's up? You calling mom?" Trunks said as he joined his father.

"I wanted to, but I am afraid that Kakarrot may answer as opposed to your mother. And I've heard that he plans to kill me."

"That's rough. You know what? I'll call for you." Trunks approached the phone, but was stopped by Vegeta, who grabbed him roughly by the shoulders.

"Are you insane?" Vegeta shouted. "Why would you do that?"

"So you won't get in trouble for calling mom."

"What would I say to her anyway? She already hates me!" Vegeta yelled.

"Is she happy with Goku?" Trunks asked. "Or is she doing this to test your love?" Trunks asked slyly, thinking he was bringing up a point.

"She's been with Kakarrot for 2 and a half years—I don't think this is a test."

"How do you know? Women will go pretty far for little reasons!"

"I still don't think your reasoning is correct."

"Go to her…" Trunks encouraged, nodding his head.

"You're right… But I'll need some preparations before I go. I need to clean myself, I need to look presentable."

"Let's do this shit!" Trunks cried.

* * * * *

Piccolo looked embarrassed. He had claimed he was playing doctor with Tarble, a most homosexual act. That was all that had come to mind when he was confronted by Goku.

He was about to attempt to entice Bulma, not something Goku would take lightly. So he would wait until Goku was out of commission.

* * * * *

It was time to carry out his wooing. Bulma was in the garden, and she'd be coming into her room soon. The Namekian materialized his doctor uniform upon his body, replacing the purple gi-type clothing, weighted cape, and turban, and hurried over to the beautiful woman's room.

Piccolo made haste as he scurried down the hall to Bulma's room. She was on her way now! He could hear her footsteps keenly with his ears that were capable of hearing things through space—where sound does not travel.

Once he was inside the room, he hurried and materialized a boom box with a Kiss CD. He turned the song to track 4, "Calling Dr. Love". He paused the track, making it so that he could easily turn it back when she came in.

Now all that was left was to wait.

A minute or two went by, Piccolo standing in the empty room impatiently, when Bulma finally entered.

The middle-aged woman jumped in surprise when she heard the song begin, and even more so when she saw Piccolo dancing in a loose doctor's uniform, pelvic- thrusting with one arm out to the side and the other flexed and pumping.

"Piccolo!?" Bulma cried out in alarm. "What are you doing?"

Piccolo didn't answer, only smiled and continued his dance.

* * * * *

Goku blasted the training dummy that was fixed so that it looked like Vegeta. The volley of "chi"-blasts hit the mannequin, exploding in a burst of violent energy.

Goku, who had been training for a few hours, viewed his work in the training room, and nodded his approval. He stepped to the control panel and turned the G-dial all the way down to 1.

He hurried to the door and entered the hall. He decided he would get some fresh air, and he walked through the corridor until he came upon the main room, which was a large 4 sided room with stairs in one corner, a huge automatic door on one wall, a entrance to the hallway, and a huge door leading outside.

Son Goku went outside, smelling the air outside. Goku smiled, enjoying the fragrant flowers that were not so far away.

The sun was setting now, and the sky was a deep pink. Goku looked at West City, his home for the past month. He was still getting used to living there.

As Goku stared at the city, he began to imagine.

Goku was staring out at the city, then his eyes shifted up at the clouds to see a familiar figure. It was floating in the sky above the city.

It was Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince turned his head to view Goku.

Vegeta smiled wickedly. "Watch as this city dies!" The saiyan roared. His upturned palm rose, a large sphere of blue energy floating above it.

Vegeta brought it backward, readying it for a throw.

Vegeta wouldn't do this! Not when there was the possibility of his beloved Bulma in danger of being caught in the explosion. The prince didn't seem to care, his evil grin widening.

Vegeta's arm plunged downward, throwing the blue sphere down into the city. Goku's eyes were wide with fear. This couldn't be happening!

The city exploded in a huge burst of bright energy.

Goku screamed, his hair now a brilliant gold, surrounded by a radiant yellow aura. Electricity crackled along his form.

The saiyan looked around, studying his surroundings. Nothing had changed. He had simply imagined a deadly Vegeta destroying the city.

Goku noticed he was super saiyan. He exhaled sharply as he returned to normal. He needed to see Bulma and talk about it.

* * * * *

Bulma was in the garden again with a cigarette in her mouth. Piccolo had tried and failed to get her to have sex with him. She inhaled on the cigarette, filling her lungs with smoke, and then exhaling it all out with a profound sigh. She had quit smoking for the year, but she needed it this day.

Bulma didn't understand why everyone had always done strange things to or over her. She had gone out with Yamcha, Vegeta and Goku, and she was very attractive, but in the last few years since she had left Vegeta, things had been getting crazy!

She almost wished things would go back to the way they were before she and Goku started seeing each other. But that was stupid—she and Vegeta were over, and she loved Goku far too much to just throw away that relationship.

She inhaled on the cig again.

Goku entered the garden to find Bulma holding a cigarette between her index and middle finger.

"Bulma are you smoking? I thought you quit!" Goku said, upset at Bulma.

"Well, Goku, it's just a habit I can't shake, okay?" Bulma snapped back, smoke flying from her mouth.

"I came to talk to you." Goku said, dismissing the miniature argument. "I have to stop Vegeta. He's been haunting my dreams—I'm afraid he's going to come back and hurt you…"

"Don't worry about it, Goku." Bulma said, knowing that it was unbeknownst to Goku that Vegeta had come to her a month ago. She had never told anyone about that tender situation.

"I have to deal with him! I don't want to kill him, but if I have to, I will! I need to clear my conscience!"

"Honey, you don't have to do this!" Bulma did not like Goku's attitude lately. All he could talk about was fighting Vegeta. He was behaving no better than Vegeta now!

"Yes, Vegeta has to be removed, and that's final!" Goku snapped, frustrated with Bulma for her failure to understand his motives for the greater good.

* * * * *

Vegeta was in the apartment with Trunks, rehearsing for his next encounter with his wife to try to win her back.

"What're you gonna say to her?" Trunks asked.

"Bulma, I love you, and I want to be yours again…?"

"…no, no, no…" Trunks said, rubbing his chin. "You have to be stronger than that, but still gentle."

"Bulma, you're my wife and I love you, so take me back." Vegeta said.

"That's a bit better, but try it again, a little less mean."

"Damn, this is so hard! I already tried spilling my guts, being as nice as I could be! What the hell am I doing wrong?"

"Well, with an attitude like that, no wonder it didn't work! You gotta be confident!" Trunks said, moving a hand in a very stylish manner.

Vegeta had bought brand new clothes, and they were not tough and durable, but nice and formal. He had also bought new cologne, giving off a pleasant fragrance, rather than sweat and anger.

He had spent all day preparing, and it was night already. What would become of him if Kakarrot was out and about? He would probably get his ass beat.

That chapter was a bit long, but it explained a lot! Will Vegeta come to win back Bulma's heart? Will Goku kick Vegeta's ass? What happened in the relationship between Krillin and Master Roshi? Will Yamcha get used to having sex on camera? Find out in the next exciting chapter of:

Dragonball C

E/N: Since my cousin has not written the final chapter of book 2. I will. He has already agreed to let me do it, since he agrees that I am a much better writer than he is. I do not think so, but then again I may be modest. Haw. I promise to make the final chapter less, err, graphic and a little more curse word free.