Chapter 9.

"Ohkay so the project is going to work great." Bulma said brightly switching off the system.

"Yes I agree." A soft male voice said with confidence.

He was the client, him and the three or so other people. All were dressed in suits and had similar expressions of satisfaction on their faces. There were two males and two females.

"Shall we go up to the main room to have some tea, coffee? My mother makes some fantastic cakes." Bulma offered taking off her lab coat.

It was about half past four in the afternoon. Vegeta would be in the living room with Zion and Trunks. It was exactly one week since the trip to the park. Vegeta had been more involved with the boys, slightly but still more involved.

The four clients nodded and murmured their agreements. Bulma smiled brightly and led them to the room next to the living room. She could hear the television playing softly, too softly for anyone she knew to be actually watching it. She heard low voices but she didn't walk into the room. Instead she went to the kitchen to get her mother to bring the tea.

The door bell rang as she was walking back into the room with the trolley of tea and biscuits.

"I'll get it!" Vegeta yelled practically running to the door.

"What the –" Bulma muttered.

"Who was that?" One of the female clients asked.

"Oh just my husband." Bulma replied lightly.

She wasn't married to him but it wasn't like she was planning on dating anyone else and neither was he.

"Oh I didn't know you were married." she replied.

Any replies were cut off by a loud bang followed by an excited chuckle. Hang on, that was Vegeta. The man barely smiled let alone chuckled. What was he so happy about?

"Excuse me for just a moment. Please though, help yourself." Bulma said gesturing to the trolley.

Bulma walked into the next room. She shrieked.

"Is that a gun?"

"Please woman, this toy couldn't kill a fly. It's a paintball gun." Vegeta replied fiddling with a canister of compressed air.

"Where did you get it?" Bulma asked in shock.

"From the man at the door." Vegeta replied casually now attaching the canister to the gun.

"How did he know to bring it here?" Bulma asked.

"I ordered it." Vegeta replied now attaching the sight to the top of the gun.

"How?" Bulma managed to splutter.

"The internet." Vegeta replied smugly bringing the paintball gun up to his eye to test the aim.

"But how did you pay for it?" Bulma asked.

"All the questions are irritating woman but if you must know I used your credit card." Vegeta replied starting to load paintballs.

"YOU USED MY CREDIT CARD!" Bulma screeched snapping out of her stunned daze.

"What? Am I not allowed to?" Vegeta asked in a bored tone.

"YOU DIDN'T ASK!" Bulma yelled irrationally.

"I wasn't under the impression that I had to." Vegeta replied with a smirk.

"What the hell gave you the impression that you didn't!" Bulma demanded.

"We're married dear. Remember what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine." Vegeta replied in a sickly sweet voice.

"But-but-but . . . Where on Earth did you hear that?" Bulma managed.

"From those imbecilic films you made me watch. Chick flicks I think you called them. I also remember distinctly asking you why I needed to watch them and you said that I needed to learn about the Earth's customs if I wanted to blend in better. I said I didn't care and you threatened me." Vegeta replied starting to aim the gun at some unknown target.

"Ohkay smart ass. If what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine then what the hell have you got?" Bulma asked hotly.

"I'm a Prince." Vegeta replied with a smirk, "Zion! Let's go have some fun!"

Vegeta picked up another gun and a capsule of paintballs. Zion walked into the room and Vegeta tossed him the gun. Bulma was too shocked to splutter out a protest as Vegeta smirked like a little boy at Christmas and flew out the window with Zion following him.

Bulma walked back into the room where her clients were sitting opened mouthed, having clearly heard everything.

"I've never seen him act so . . . excited." Bulma muttered sitting down heavily.

"Since when was he so smart?" Bulma muttered to herself, "Oh wait he always was but I never thought he'd bother to apply it outside of the fighting ring."

Vegeta flew in the direction of the lookout. Zion flew next to him silently. The paintball gun was about half his size so it looked awkward in his hands.

"Keep your power level low and be on guard." Vegeta ordered.

They were going to have a lot of fun but it would involve a lot of running, for a week or so. Wait how long did Nameks hold grudges? Vegeta lowered to the ground where the pole that led up to the lookout began. He then lowered his power level further and started to climb up the pole. The drop in Zion's power level told him that the boy was right behind him.

When they reached Korin's tower they flipped silently onto the railing and before either he or the fat blob that had cut off his tail could see them they flipped up over the other edge and continued to climb.

The Namek was sitting or rather floating about the lookout floor deep in meditation. Vegeta and Zion hide behind the building. They both clicked the guns off safety. Vegeta took aim and fired one bright yellow paint ball. It splattered onto the Namek's forehead. They waited.

Piccolo stood and very slowly opened his eyes. He scanned the lookout, particularly the direction the ball had come from. Vegeta would have sensed for the Ki signals he couldn't find if he wanted to know who it was.

"Now." Vegeta whispered to Zion.

The two Sayians splattered the Namek with brightly coloured balls of paint. Piccolo made no move to dodge them even though he easily could have.

"Now, we run." Vegeta yelled running to the edge of the lookout and jumping off.

He would have fought the Namek but this venture made the game last a lot longer. He didn't use his Ki to catch himself until he was almost on the ground. He instantly blasted through to super Sayian and flew towards the sea. Zion was close behind him, grinning for the first time since he had arrived.

Piccolo was hot on their tails. Vegeta doubted that the Namek had ever flown that fast in his life. Vegeta was not flying at full speed on purpose and the Namek knew it. He chanced a glance behind him only to see Piccolo snarling in his direction, minus the cape and hat thing he always wore.

"Zion! Go home to Bulma." Vegeta ordered the boy and he immediately phased away from them.

Piccolo continued to follow Vegeta. Vegeta pointed the paintball gun behind him and shot it a few times. Whether or not the paintballs actually hit was another story.

"VEGETA! YOU WORTHLESS COWARD!" Piccolo snarled.

Jip, they'd hit. How long would they play this game of cat and mouse? A Ki blast whizzed past his head reminding him not to push it too far. He chuckled and fired a few balls of paint.


"You did what?" Bulma asked going pale.

That was all she needed. An angry Namek on her doorstep.

"Do you wish for me to repeat the story?" Zion asked in confusion.

"Uh no Kiddo. I was just taken by surprise." Bulma said more tiredly.

"I do not think that father will return home anytime soon." Zion said looking down.

"Well, let's let him have some fun. They won't kill each other. I think. Why don't you go get some dinner?" Bulma said nudging the boy in the direction of the kitchen.

"Will he be in time for Trunks' party?" Zion asked looking over his shoulder.

"That's two weeks away." Bulma said trying to convince herself.

Surely their little game would not last two weeks.


After five days Piccolo himself showed up looking livid, but more alive than Bulma had ever seen him.

"Where on earth is that pathetic mate of yours?" he demanded breaking down the door.

"Oh, hello Piccolo would you like some tea?" Mrs Briefs asked while pouring some for a few of Bulma's clients.

"No I want that cowardly Sayian." Piccolo snarled in reply.

He did look tired. What the heck was Vegeta doing?

"Oh come on Namek. You giving up already? I was having fun. I was also under the impression that you knew this mudball planet like the back of her hand." Vegeta's amused voice said from just outside.

"Vegeta! You stay where I can hit you with at least a fatal amount of Ki." Piccolo barked storming out of the house.

Bulma sighed and looked apologetically at her clients. She wasn't even going to bother explaining. Not when she could hear the slight bang of the paintball gun and the answering Ki shot. What would Vegeta do when he ran out of paintballs? Maybe then the game would be over. Until then Bulma was just glad that Vegeta was having fun.