A/N: well, delving right into this chapter, though I have very small hopes for its outcome at this moment. Hope I'm proven wrong! Haha
Disclaimer: If I could, I would own everyone, 'cept for Frieza, and Cell, and Gero, and Yamcha, and Krillen, and Omega Shenron, and Pan………
Chapter Ten: Mall Woes
Here I am again.
This place. I know it well. It has been quite a while though since I have graced it with my presence. In fact, I do believe that I swore many, many months ago that I would never return here. So many memories, and too many incompetent humans. Blast them all. All of them, I tell you!
But she managed to drag me into it again, even after I brought up the last incident…
"SHUT UP!" He yelled, cocking the gun and holding it to her temple. Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Though he had been a mass murder, destroying planets without a second thought, he had never, EVER hit a child, or held one captive. And to see that slob do that to some defenseless, weak child struck a nerve in the Prince. He took Bulma's hand from around his arm, kissed it, then zoomed out of sight. Bulma's eyes widened, and she looked for any sign of him.
"Oi, baka!" Vegeta appeared in front of the robber, kicking the gun up and over to the old man. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit females?" A punch, directly in the jaw. "Or children?" Kick aimed at where the sun don't shine. The man lay on the floor, unable to speak. The little girl, who had been shocked the whole time, laughed and clapped her hands, then ran to Vegeta and latched onto his leg. "GAHH!" He waved his hands in the air before falling unceremoniously on his bottom. The girl just laughed and hugged his neck. "VEGETA! LOOK OUT!" "NANI!" A shot rang out, causing everyone to hold their breaths. It all moved in slow motion to the Prince. He saw the bullet leave the barrel, aimed towards the little girl. His first instinct was to pull her back, so he complied, earning a surprised yelp from her. Then, in much the same way Radditz had done a few years ago, he caught the bullet between his thumb and index finger. Time went back to normal as he stood up, easily knocking out the other two robbers. A cheer rang out from the shoppers and bystanders, the police coming in to cart off the two. "Vegeta!" Bulma began to run towards him, but she stopped dead in her tracks. The first robber pulled out another gun and fired it, hitting Vegeta in the chest and knocking him to the floor. Another shot, then another. He emptied the cartridge into the Prince. The police immediately wrestled the robber, and took the three away. "NO! VEGETA!" Bulma screeched, kneeling next to him in the already forming puddle of blood. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him slightly. "Vegeta! Open your eyes!" No response. "Vegeta!" Not even a twitch. "Do it you sorry sonuvabitch!" No tears escaped, though she could feel them coming. This earned a groan from the fallen Saiya-jin, his eyes cracking open ever so slightly. A shadow of a smirk passed over his face. "Your screeching would wake the dead," he whispered, coughing slightly.
That day, honestly. I feel like such a fool now that I look back on it, getting shot, by humans no less. Sad. And simply disappointing. But she managed to pry my fingers from the door frame and here I am again, being her clothes slave.
"Oooo! What about this one, 'Geta?" I glance over to her, watching as she twirls around in front of me. She's never looked c….c----
"Isn't it just cute!"
Yeah, that word. Easily she glides over to the helping woman and tells her to find a similar style dress with a different pattern…whatever that means. My guess is that its woman-talk.
I look like an idiot, standing in the middle of a maternity store, holding the Onna's purse and bags. Then again, Bulma would have fallen into one of her moods again. She tends to do that more and more often. I had argued my case about being a man and how I should not be submitted into such disgraces.
And do you know what she had the gall to do!
CRY.
CRY dammit!
In the middle of the mall. She went on and on about how I couldn't understand how difficult it was to, for once, not be beautiful! As if I gave a damn about beauty!
But the bond managed to take over my mind, and I allowed myself to be thrown around the mall like a rag doll. And here I am, standing by the entry to the dressing rooms, along with a few other members of my sex, who happened to be conned into the un-paid position of bag boy.
….and I thought I was the Prince…
Ah, I feel sooo much better, standing here in front of the mirror, trying on clothes that make me look like the picture-perfect pregnant mother. I can't help but wonder where I ever got the notion that I was ugly! Must be those hormones…
And yet, I feel bad. I feel bad about shopping. I managed to drag my sacrificial helper with me this time, and he doesn't seem to be enjoying it. The scowl didn't give it away, as he always scowls. But I think it's the bond.
I can feel the waves of embarrassment and frustration as he stands out in the open, holding my purse.
Now, I know what you're thinking! You prolly think that this was a mean thing to do, having him hold my purse and well as other bags ranging from Saks to Victoria's Secret. But I assure you, he deserved it. What man would make his wife cry in the middle of the mall?
Of course, I wasn't really crying. One of the benefits of being me is that, well, I know how to throw out tears to get my way…
It worked all the time when I was growing up!
But still, I don't feel all too wonderful about making him come to a place he hates so much. Even though it's been months since the whole jewelry store thing, I can't help but wonder if maybe that's what's still bothering him.
Hm, he's hungry. Guess its time to pay and go to the food court!
Vegeta waited patiently in line. Oh sure, it wasn't something he was used to doing (except at the Onna's beck and call), but he was being a good Saiya-jin.
Thankfully his wonderful mate had sensed his hunger, and perhaps, his desperation to leave the maternity store. And just as wonderfully, she led him straight to the food court. He would thank her later.
The Prince's eyes darted to where she was sitting, enjoying her bottle of water and salad. Despite the frigid temperature that awaited them outside, he couldn't convince her to eat anything warm. Perhaps his tray would appeal to her pallet.
He sighed and crossed his arms, turning around to face a rather large and broad back, one that had not been there a moment ago. Again the Prince sighed. He could easily throw the man back, but his Onna would probably make him sleep in the GR for days. Maybe for once, he would just have to be human about something.
With the grace of only the best of royalty, he tapped the man on the shoulder. The amazingly taller man turned around, looking down at the ebony-haired man.
"What?" He grated out, flexing his muscles every so slightly.
Vegeta wanted to roll his eyes. The human had a power level even lower than the Weakling (if that was at all possible), and was clearly testing the shorter man.
"You cut the line." He pointed behind him, showing at least twenty other souls that wanted to be fed from Ben's Beefy Burgers.
The big man snorted, turning around and resuming his stupidity.
The Prince's eye twitched. Again. How dare the insolent baboon get between him and his food!
Quite easily did he spin around the burly man, throwing him over his shoulder to land right at the end of the line. Vegeta smirked, realizing then that he could step up to the counter and order one of everything.
"It's just a snack."
Wee! Two chapters in one night! I'm on a roll . And I would write more but I dun wanna run out of things to say or be redundant, so I leave it here for you to review! This is just the first part of the mall tale, so send in those reviews and I'll try to push out part two before I go back to school!
Until next time,
Ja Ne!
Pearl