CHAPTER SEVEN- Angry Man Thoughts
What wasted effort. I get that blasted clown in the room and takes a mind trip. Then leaves without another word, and he won't answer the damn cell phone. If that God-forsaken woman is going to make me carry that annoying device, why the hell isn't anyone else going to respond to it? I might as well throw it away.
Vegeta landed in the Capsule Corp's large, fenced in yard, to find Bulma sitting at the pool, wrapped in a towel. "Bulma. You look relaxed." He couldn't help but feel angry at her. While that boy is dying in the hospital, she is laying there, enjoying the fucking good life.
"Do I know you?" She said, looking over her sunglasses. "This is private property, sir. Please leave."
"You're fucking hilarious. What did I do this time?"
She sat up, tearing off her towel and throwing down her sunglasses. A small bikini was revealed, and the prince was slightly distracted before he remembered that he was in trouble. "Well, let's go down the list, shall we? First of all, you've been gone for five hours! Just where the hell were you?!"
"The hospital."
"Oh yeah, that brings me to Number two on the list. Why didn't you bother to tell me about Gohan? You left a freaking message telling me to come over to see Chichi. You couldn't tell me then what the hell was going on?!"
Vegeta clenched his jaw, but kept his composure in line. Instinctively, he crossed his arms and firmly set his feet on the ground. "I didn't think it would be respective to give you such information over a fuc-over something as simple as a voice-mail."
"Mmhmm. Good excuse. What else do you have? You're were off on some alien planet and it just slipped your mind?"
"Did you take a special course on how to be such a great bitch, or was this something learned on the way?"
Bulma retaliated with a slap across his face, and stomped away angrily. "I hope you burn in hell!" She yelled from over her shoulder, before slamming the patio door behind her. She opened a window, and continued her tirade. "And you can forget about sleeping in the house for the night!!"
The prince let out a yell of frustration and headed back for the clouded sky. His mind was a spinning carousel of anger as he forced all his chi out into a fury of energy. He felt the slight stinging and hyperkinesis of ascending to the next level, then the next. As Super Sayian 2, he fled the sky, a yellow trail of electricity following him.
I am getting to the point when control is slipping. I care about her, that much is true, but she seems to enjoy treating me like crap, and I'll be damned if I will let anyone treat me that way. Never again.
Maybe I was a little short tempered with her, which added fuel to the fire, but did she have to go as far as lock me out of the damn house? She seemed to be acting quite defensive for some reason, which brings me back to the Yamcha thing. Maybe I shouldn't be trusting her after all.
Or maybe you should stop being so paranoid.
Who asked you? Vegeta forced his subconscious to the back where it belonged, and continued his mental monologue. I wouldn't go as far as love, I'm not even sure what that is, but she definitely is a big part of me. Since we got married, we haven't spent that much time from one another. Perhaps this night apart will do us some good? Or maybe it will give her a chance to see how much more happier she'll be without me. After all, she did tell me to burn in hell. Which I have done twice, already, and all things considering, it isn't that bad. And it is starting to look better and better everyday.
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It was past midnight when Vegeta finally returned back to Capsule Corp. after a long time of venting and training at a far away desert. The lights were still on in the large building, and briefly wondered if she had stayed awake for him. He crept to the back window and peered inside.
No one was inside the kitchen, and it looked like the coast was clear. I can't believe I have to break into my own damn house. This is ridiculous! Silently, he opened the small window and managed to push himself inside.
Deliberately slamming the window behind him, hoping he woke her up, knowing she couldn't get him out of the house even if she called the police.
"Dad?" A came from the living room, followed by the pitter patter of two pairs of footsteps. Bulla and Trunks came running in the kitchen, both clad in their feetsie pajamas. "Where've you been, Dad?" Trunks asked.
"Out. Why aren't you two in bed?"
"We're waiting for Mommy to get home," Bulla answered. "I can't sleep without her or you to read me to sleep!"
"And she won't leave me alone unless she goes to sleep," Trunks added, receiving a glare from his little sister. "Okay, and I want to hear a story, too," he gave in a little sheepishly, seemingly a bit ashamed of still wanting to be read to sleep.
Vegeta smiled down at the two of them, but the back of his mind was on high alert. Where could she go this late? Is she hurt, did she break her ankle and got stranded somewhere, possibly looking for me? What if she's hurt because of me? Damn it. "Alright, brats. Upstairs, I'll read you both a story."
They both cheered and ran upstairs in a frenzy, shoving each other out of the way. Their father followed behind silently, lost in thought.
"What do you think is going on with him and Mom?" Trunks whispered to his sister as they jumped into the bedroom they shared for safety reasons. Bulma felt better knowing Trunks was protecting his sister should anything happen.
"I heard them yelling in the backyard, and Mommy told him to burn in you-know-where. Daddy swore a lot, like he always does."
"Whaddya think the fight was about?"
"Something about the hospital and Daddy being late. I think he's sick."
"And Mom is yelling at him for it?!"
Bulla shrugged as she climbed onto her bed, which was covered by rainbow sheets and matching comforter, both neatly tucked in.
Trunks jumped into his own bed, a mess of navy blue sheets and a stained black blanket. "Well, I don't think that's right of her, do you?"
"Maybe, I don't know. We don't know if Daddy is really sick or not. Maybe he's cheating on her with a nurse, like on the soap opera Mommy watches sometimes!"
Trunks shook his head, and opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when their father walked inside, carrying three books.
"I have three books from the library, you guys must pick from them." Vegeta held up the first one. Please don't pick this one. "Cinderella?" He dropped that one on a cluttered chair, and propped up the second one. "Magic Tree House book-"
"Which one?"
"Twister on Tuesday." He put that on the Cinderella book and held up the last one. "And this one is-wait a minute. Sorry, I brought the dictionary on accident."
Trunks and Bulla exchanged secretive glances and grins. "Read us that one, Dad. The dictionary."
"Yeah, Daddy, I wanna hear that one!"
Vegeta stared at them momentarily, and sighed as he picked up the Webster Dictionary. He cleared his throat and turned to the first page. "Aardvark- a burrowing mammal with a long snout, powerful claws, long tongue, and heavy tail."
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The prince had gotten to the word crypt (underground chamber) when the brats finally fell asleep. Quickly, he fled the room and dashed down the steps, making a quick mental note to never accidentally grab the dictionary again.
Above the fire place, the blasted cuckoo clock that Goku had gotten them as a wedding gift (and Vegeta absolutely hated him for doing it) went off, telling him that it was midnight. The woman is usually in bed by now, fast asleep. Where the hell is she? Should I go and look for her-
Vegeta sat on the couch and let out a string of curses. I need to stop acting like an idiot and get my shit together. She's out a little late and I automatically fear the worse? What the hell?! I've never been this overprotective before-that fucker Yamcha. I don't trust him worth shit. What if she's out with-
He shook his head, and leaned back against the soft leather couch with a sigh. "I just need to get some sleep. And maybe this will all blow over like a bad dream." Silently, he laughed to himself as he closed his eyes. When I start talking to myself, that's when I know I'm losing it.
~Author's After thought~ There ya go, a whole chapter, just with our favorite angry Sayian Prince : ) I hope you liked it!! Sorry it was a little short, but I've been a little mind-blocked lately, and I'm having trouble keeping it going. If any of you have any ideas out there, would you mind giving me some pointers? Maybe some advice on how to get my mind unblocked?
