AN: Once again, I was inspired by Kajidragon. I tell ya, if you haven't gone over there and read her stuff yet, do so now. Sheesh. What Do I Have to Do is owned by Stabbing Westward. These next few chapters are what I like to call my catapults: sending characters flying into each other at rocket speed. ;)
It was a vice. A silly little human vice that he, the Prince of all Saiyans, should not be even considering. But dammed if a beer and chocolate wasn't exactly what his stomach was craving. And so, he lay on his bed, beer in one hand, Dove bar in the other. This was not helping his training one bit. It was hardly his fault, though. The woman was the one who had shoved a chocolate bar in his mouth one day to shut him up. He couldn't be blamed.
Now, for the gravity room being shorted out, well, that wasn't his fault either. The medication had caused his control to be a bit shaky and what had started out as a simple ki blast had quickly shot up to something rivaling the power of Gohan's Masenko. And, due to the medicine once again, his aim was off. Instead of blasting the robot into oblivion, he blew the control panel far enough away Dr. Briefs thought "there must be pieces in the next dimension." Heh. Next dimension indeed. Only other dimension he knew of was the one where that kid had come from.
Damn kid. How dare such a young boy possess a power that he himself had not yet attained? All the Prince needed now was for the idiot's brat son to surpass him, also. Damn kid, damn idiot, and damn chocolate bar for being so small. How did humans get any satisfaction out of something so insignificant? Speaking of insignificant, here comes the woman. I can hear her footsteps from here. By how she's thudding, she's livid. Good.
Bulma raised her hand to thud on her housemate's door, but before she could pound it, his voice called her inside. Gosh, that was disconcerting. "Look, Vegeta, it's going to be a while before the gravity room's fixed. It'll probably be sometime tomorrow afternoon before it's workable. Why don't you go be useful and blow yourself up into a nice crater? I'd love to put in a swimming pool."
Vegeta dismissively raked his eyes up and down her form, appreciating the view. "Why don't you speed up the process and go help your father, then? You claim you're such a genius, can't you keep up?"
Arms flailing in anger, Bulma stomped over to point her finger in the Prince's chest. "Look, mister, I'll have you know that I am a genius, there's just one problem, though. When you so kindly decided to blow the panel to bits, you fried the grounding wires and left the edges raw. There's just room enough for one person to work in there."
"Oh, I see. You're too fat to fit. Got it, I understand."
"I am a beautiful woman, thank you very much! Guys fall at my feet to worship the ground I walk on."
Vegeta raised one eyebrow. "So, why are you still single, then?"
"Because I can be!" Sputtering in anger and frustration, Bulma poked her finger harder into the Saiyan's chest while leaning in to shriek in his face. "I don't have to settle because I am this beautiful and talented!"
Chuckling, Vegeta locked eyes with the enraged female. "You know, you don't have to be so obvious in making a pass at me."
"And how large is your ego today?"
Taking the hand she was poking him with, Vegeta yanked Bulma down on top of him, her shock evident. Before she could think enough to struggle, he snaked his free hand around the back of her head, and pulled her down for a kiss. Stunned, Bulma stiffened and tried to pull away, her strongest struggles ineffectual against the firm Saiyan's grip. "Open for me," Vegeta murmured against her tightly drawn lips, the vibration causing her to gasp, and open her mouth to the invading Prince's tongue. She moaned as his hands wound in her hair, drawing her further into his passion-filled world.
What was that taste? Beer? Suddenly pulling away, Bulma broke the kiss and looked over to the empty beer bottle on the dresser. "You're drunk!" Shaking her head in disbelief, she muttered to herself. "You're drunk."
Vegeta released her, and as she shot away, he laughed. "Hardly, woman. But, then again, maybe I need to be to actually kiss you."
"You disgusting, perverted, filth of a monkey! Ugh!" Bulma slammed her feet on the floor, stood, and angrily stomped out of his room, slamming the door on her way out. Once in the relative safety of her own room, she railed against the Prince. "How could he be so…ugh!" Come on girl, you're angry because you liked it. "No I didn't!" Yes, you did. That passion flowing off him, that's what gets you off, girl. An odd, electronic beat flowed in, starting Bulma's voice into song.
"You make it hard to breathe, it's as if I'm suffocating." Leaning with her back against the door, she envisioned Vegeta lying on her bed, as cocky as he was in his own room. Walking forward, she continued on. "And when you're next to me, I can feel your heartbeat through my skin." Sitting down on the edge of her plush bed, a tear dotted her aqua shirt. "It makes me sad to think that this could all be for nothing."
Crash. The beer bottle shattered in the Prince's hand, the glass etching faint cuts into his palm. Damn his stupidity. He hadn't meant to shove her away, just kick in that passion he craved. The music floated through the air vents, and flooded his room with its off beats. Soon, he couldn't help but sing, either. "I wish there was a way, for you to see inside of me. I've never felt this way, about anyone, or anything."
The music built up to a loud, heavy pitch and both Bulma and Vegeta exploded up from their beds and yelled. "Tell me!"
Vegeta was the first through his door, striding intently toward Bulma's room. "What do I have to do?"
"To make you happy?" She was now through her door, pushing her legs in a brisk pace to Vegeta's room. "What do I have to do?"
"To make you understand?" Simultaneously, they saw each other. "What do I have to do?"
Anger and passion coursing through their veins, they cried out in tandem. "To make you want me? And if I can't make you want me?"
Dropping her voice and her eyes, Bulma continued the song. "What do I have to do?"
"Goku! After all we went through just two nights ago, you're up and leaving again?" Chi-Chi's hands were on the kitchen counter, bracing herself as the heated argument continued. After lunch, Goku had announced that Gohan, Piccolo, and himself were going to go on a three-day training mission. Chi-Chi had retorted that nothing had changed from previously, and that Goku was little more than a liar. He disputed that, and here they are now.
"I am not just 'up and leaving again!' Damn it, when will you understand that I don't have a choice?"
"Don't have a choice? Really? Someone holding a gun to your head and saying 'Son Goku, if you don't train, I will shoot you?' Because I don't see one."
Goku stood from the dinner table, walked over to his wife, and grabbed her, facing her towards him at arm's length. "The androids aren't holding the gun to my head, they're holding it to everyone else's. The boy from the future said that everyone would die. Do you want your son to die? Is that it, Chi-Chi? Tired of being a housewife?"
Breaking free of his grasp, Chi-Chi grabbed the front of Goku's gi and pulled him down to her eye level. "Are you accusing me of trying to kill my own son?" she said, icily.
"No. I'm saying that you're not seeing the big picture." Softening his tone, Goku stroked the side of his wife's face with the back of his hand. "I have to protect you, and Gohan. But Gohan must also be able to protect himself. Would you rather have the rest of these three years, or lose this time, but gain the rest of our lives?"
"How do I know that the truth? How do I know…" The music cut in and interrupted Chi-Chi's second wind. Goku released her, and started to sing.
"I know exactly what you're thinking, and I swear this time I will not let you down." Chi-Chi opened her mouth to protest, but a finger silenced her. "I'm not as selfish as I used to be, that was a part of me that never made me proud." A bit of fury entered his voice and face as he continued. "About right now, I would try anything, anything at all to keep you satisfied." His voice softened again, and he took Chi-Chi into his arms. "God, I hope you see, what losing you would do to me. All I want is one more chance, so tell me…"
"What do I have to do, to make you happy?" Eyes both angry and pleading, Bulma forcefully sung at Vegeta.
"What do I have to do, to make you understand?"
"What do I have to do, to make you want me?"
Simultaneously igniting, a rising cry erupted from both pairs of vocal cords. "And if I can't make you want me, just tell me, tell me! What do I have to do, to make you happy? What do I have to do, to make you understand? What do I have to, to make you love me, and if I can't make you love me, just tell me, what do I have to do?" As if polar opposites of a magnet had suddenly come into proximity, so did the lips of Bulma and Vegeta, both crushing the other, in an outburst of fervor and rage.
After Goku left, Chi-Chi finished the song, alone once again. "To forget about you?" Almost as if he had heard her, he suddenly transported back in, and grabbed her in a loving kiss before leaving again. A smile on her face, Chi-Chi dressed for bed as the music died and the screen went opaque.
AN2:
SSJTom: You'll be in the interlude between Act 2 and Act 3. Thanks for your support!
