A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAA!!!! Da Gangsta is BACK!!!! Sorry it took so long . . .I
was rereading my story and wondered why the chapter #s didn't add up right
. . .I went to look, and GUESS WHAT?! I NEVER UPLOADED THE ORIGINAL
CHAPTER 8!!!! I was all, 'OMG!' and had to go upload that and fix all the
chapter #s. So, after I finished all that, I had to go and TYPE UP chapter
36 . . .so, here it is . . .
Disclaimer: If my name is "Gangsta Videl", then why do the credits say "Akira Toriyama"? BECAUSE I DON'T OWN IT, DUMBASS!!!!!!!
Vegeta was miles from the Sons in just a few minutes time. He slowed down as he passed the first forest---there was no way a mere human could catch up to him now. He sighed contentedly and continued his trip at a much more leisurely pace.
"Dammit, woman," he groaned as he looked up at the clear blue sky. "Why do you have to make this so difficult?"
He rolled over lazily, contemplating about his feelings toward her. "I love her, dammit . . .a warrior such as I, fallen in love . . .it's pathetic, that's what it is!" He sneered and shot forewards, a sad attempt to lose his feelings along the way.
His gaze trailed up to the sky again, and he noticed for the first time that it was the same hue as Bulma's eyes---eyes that could melt him inside. For an instant he felt lost and warm, thinking of the way she smiled, and how beautiful she was, even five months pregnant, with his child, no less . . .As soon as those thoughts entered his head, he growled and shook them off.
"Dammit, I've gone soft," he scolded himself. "I'm getting to be as bad as Kakarot."
He glared at the sky again, a slight smile creeping up on his lips. "Of course, there are good points to this relationship . . ." he mused. "More fun for me when the brat is born . . ."
He laughed haughtily and flew off faster. His destination?
Capsule Corp.
Not even five minutes later, Vegeta was home. 'Home'---what a strange word. 'Home' was foreign, 'home' didn't exist . . . 'home' was one of those places found only in the best of dreams. Still, if this was what a home was like, he was glad he'd found it.
No sooner had he entered the kitchen when the phone rang.
"Dammit," he growled, scowling at what he thought was the most retarded of all human machines. "Woman!" he bellowed. "Your damn contraption is ringing!"
No answer.
She must still be at Kakarot's, he thought angrily. Storming over to the phone, he picked it up and grouched out a 'Hello?'.
"Yes, um, h-hello, sir . . ." the voice on the other end squeaked.
Who the hell . . .? Veget thought in disgust. Twenty bucks says it's from that scar-faced bag a shit. "What do you want now?" Vegeta snapped.
"Well, sir, uh, you see, it's Chad . . ."
"Chad . . .?"
"Chad Farnsworth, sir. Fr-from Zale's?"
Zale's? Vegeta's mind was racing. Oh yeah, that dopey piece of shit who served me there. "Why are you calling!?" he roared.
Chad gulped. "Well, sir, the, uh, m-m-mono-monogrammed necklace you wanted- --"
"In English!" Vegeta smashed his fist on the countertop, and it dented under the pressure of his blow.
"Uh, the um, uh, necklace you wanted, sir---of the, uh, p-p-picture?---it's . . .it's, um, finished . . ." Chad mumbled.
Vegeta stayed silent, trying to remember why he'd purchased said necklace. That's when the memory hit him---Chad had almost spilled the beans and it was his cover-up.
"Uh, sir? Are---are you still there, sir?" Chad asked quietly, afraid of the answer.
"Where else would I go?"
"Oh . . .r-r-right, sir . . .w-w-when c-can you p-pick up y-y-your necklace, s-sir?"
"What are you blabbering about?" Vegeta glared at the reciever in his hand, as if it could, somehow, relay that message to Chad.
Vegeta smirked when he heard the man on the other end gulp loudly.
"Well?" Vegeta snapped, only to hear the front door click open. Shit, he thought with a groan. The woman's back.
Bulma complained the whole trip back to Capsule Corp. At first it was all about Yamcha and him hitting on her, then she moved on to him fighting Vegeta and calling her child an accident. Half way home she realized how mad she was at Vegeta and started complaing loudly about all men everywhere.
"Stupid morons couldn't do a thing if they tried . . ." she grumbled as she waddled up the steps to the front door. "Vegeta's probably stuffing his face right now laughing at how slow I was. Well, I'll show him!"
She laughed quietly as she opened the front door, taking a moment to muss up her hair and make-up to make it look like---well, like she had been roughed up by a mugger *cough* Yamcha *cough*.
She let out a loud moan as she opened the door, pushing it open with her weight. "Ooh!" she groaned, staggering up to her feet, putting on an injured face. She looked up at Vegeta, only to see him glaring at the telephone and giving her a sympathetic, 'WTF' look.
"What the . . .?" she began, but was cut off by Vegeta.
"Keep your mouth shut, woman! I have more important matters to attend to!" He gave her a quick scowl and held the reciever a little closer to his face. "Yes, I am still here, dammit! Where else would I be, North Carolina?"
Bulma waited to hear a response. It came, all right, and it was an angry one at that.
"The hell I did! You promised me three weeks and I've been waiting for two months!" Bulma started laughing quietly, hoping he would keep on yelling.
He paused, and then, "I see . . .so you're telling me I have to pay full price for something that you just now finished that was supposed to be done three weeks ago?! Fuck it, I'm not paying you that much! You can take that fricken' thing and shove it up your---"
He stopped again, and nodded, his signature smirk rising to his face. "Fine then. Half off. Good."
He slammed the reciever down and spun around, glaring at Bulma. "What the hell is so funny?" he yelled, his vein throbbing.
"You on the phone!" she replied between giggles. "You'd think manners were dead or something!"
He snarled gruffly, which resulted in her laughing even harder. "Stop laughing!" he barked. "Stop it now or I'll---"
"Or you'll what, blow up the house? Kill me? Destroy everything I love and hold dear?" She laughed haughtily, smirking at the flustered Saiyan Prince. "Oh wait, that would mean knowing something about me, now, wouldn' it? And you obviously don't know a thing about me."
"The hell I don't!"
"Oh really? Well then, your Majesty, tell me, who am I afraid of most?" She smirked as his face faultered slightly. Ass, she thought with a grin. He'll never be able to figure this one out.
He paused, thinking back, trying to remember if she'd ever told him that particulat tidbit of information. A sudden grin lightened his features as he saw a single name flash before his eyes.
"Currently, you are afraid that that loser of a boyfriend of yours is going to show up. You are also afraid---" he added with a smirk "---that I am going to end up leaving you alone on the streets to take care of the brat by yourself."
He gave a low laugh as her mouth fell open. "How did you . . .?"
"I know more than you give me credit for," he snapped back bitterly. "What do you take me for, a low-class idiot?"
She began to object, but the words didn't come to her.
"That's what I thought," he replied as he slid towards the doorway.
"Wait a minute!" she shouted, and he turned his head to look at her. "Aren't you going to have me guess what you're most afraid of?"
His face softened for a second, then hardened into a soul-searing glare. "I don't need to share my fears with the likes of you."
Bulma glared at his retreating figure. "Fine. See if I care, you jackass! Even Yamcha was human enough to share that shit with me!"
Vegeta froze in mid-step. Bulma realized suddenly that she'd pushed him past his limits, and for the first time since she'd gotten pregnant, was actually afraid of what he might do.
"If you think for one minute that comparing me to that lout of an ex- boyfriend of yours is going to get me to 'open up' to you, you must be an even bigger baka than I originally enticipated," he growled. "There is nothing you could imagine that even comes close to the things I have seen and endured throughout my life."
With that said, he left a frightened Bulma alone in the kitchen, mouth agape. "What the hell . . .?"
A/N: LOL Bet you was all expecting a fight scene, ne? LOL Don't worry y'all, the fight's comin' up . . .do you seriously think Yamcha's gonna take a 'no' lying down? HAVE YOU NOT READ CHAPTERS 1 TO 36?! OF COURSE HE'S GONNA FIGHT! Sheesh . . . go back to school, man . . .you need to learn some common sense . . .
---Gangsta Videl
Disclaimer: If my name is "Gangsta Videl", then why do the credits say "Akira Toriyama"? BECAUSE I DON'T OWN IT, DUMBASS!!!!!!!
Vegeta was miles from the Sons in just a few minutes time. He slowed down as he passed the first forest---there was no way a mere human could catch up to him now. He sighed contentedly and continued his trip at a much more leisurely pace.
"Dammit, woman," he groaned as he looked up at the clear blue sky. "Why do you have to make this so difficult?"
He rolled over lazily, contemplating about his feelings toward her. "I love her, dammit . . .a warrior such as I, fallen in love . . .it's pathetic, that's what it is!" He sneered and shot forewards, a sad attempt to lose his feelings along the way.
His gaze trailed up to the sky again, and he noticed for the first time that it was the same hue as Bulma's eyes---eyes that could melt him inside. For an instant he felt lost and warm, thinking of the way she smiled, and how beautiful she was, even five months pregnant, with his child, no less . . .As soon as those thoughts entered his head, he growled and shook them off.
"Dammit, I've gone soft," he scolded himself. "I'm getting to be as bad as Kakarot."
He glared at the sky again, a slight smile creeping up on his lips. "Of course, there are good points to this relationship . . ." he mused. "More fun for me when the brat is born . . ."
He laughed haughtily and flew off faster. His destination?
Capsule Corp.
Not even five minutes later, Vegeta was home. 'Home'---what a strange word. 'Home' was foreign, 'home' didn't exist . . . 'home' was one of those places found only in the best of dreams. Still, if this was what a home was like, he was glad he'd found it.
No sooner had he entered the kitchen when the phone rang.
"Dammit," he growled, scowling at what he thought was the most retarded of all human machines. "Woman!" he bellowed. "Your damn contraption is ringing!"
No answer.
She must still be at Kakarot's, he thought angrily. Storming over to the phone, he picked it up and grouched out a 'Hello?'.
"Yes, um, h-hello, sir . . ." the voice on the other end squeaked.
Who the hell . . .? Veget thought in disgust. Twenty bucks says it's from that scar-faced bag a shit. "What do you want now?" Vegeta snapped.
"Well, sir, uh, you see, it's Chad . . ."
"Chad . . .?"
"Chad Farnsworth, sir. Fr-from Zale's?"
Zale's? Vegeta's mind was racing. Oh yeah, that dopey piece of shit who served me there. "Why are you calling!?" he roared.
Chad gulped. "Well, sir, the, uh, m-m-mono-monogrammed necklace you wanted- --"
"In English!" Vegeta smashed his fist on the countertop, and it dented under the pressure of his blow.
"Uh, the um, uh, necklace you wanted, sir---of the, uh, p-p-picture?---it's . . .it's, um, finished . . ." Chad mumbled.
Vegeta stayed silent, trying to remember why he'd purchased said necklace. That's when the memory hit him---Chad had almost spilled the beans and it was his cover-up.
"Uh, sir? Are---are you still there, sir?" Chad asked quietly, afraid of the answer.
"Where else would I go?"
"Oh . . .r-r-right, sir . . .w-w-when c-can you p-pick up y-y-your necklace, s-sir?"
"What are you blabbering about?" Vegeta glared at the reciever in his hand, as if it could, somehow, relay that message to Chad.
Vegeta smirked when he heard the man on the other end gulp loudly.
"Well?" Vegeta snapped, only to hear the front door click open. Shit, he thought with a groan. The woman's back.
Bulma complained the whole trip back to Capsule Corp. At first it was all about Yamcha and him hitting on her, then she moved on to him fighting Vegeta and calling her child an accident. Half way home she realized how mad she was at Vegeta and started complaing loudly about all men everywhere.
"Stupid morons couldn't do a thing if they tried . . ." she grumbled as she waddled up the steps to the front door. "Vegeta's probably stuffing his face right now laughing at how slow I was. Well, I'll show him!"
She laughed quietly as she opened the front door, taking a moment to muss up her hair and make-up to make it look like---well, like she had been roughed up by a mugger *cough* Yamcha *cough*.
She let out a loud moan as she opened the door, pushing it open with her weight. "Ooh!" she groaned, staggering up to her feet, putting on an injured face. She looked up at Vegeta, only to see him glaring at the telephone and giving her a sympathetic, 'WTF' look.
"What the . . .?" she began, but was cut off by Vegeta.
"Keep your mouth shut, woman! I have more important matters to attend to!" He gave her a quick scowl and held the reciever a little closer to his face. "Yes, I am still here, dammit! Where else would I be, North Carolina?"
Bulma waited to hear a response. It came, all right, and it was an angry one at that.
"The hell I did! You promised me three weeks and I've been waiting for two months!" Bulma started laughing quietly, hoping he would keep on yelling.
He paused, and then, "I see . . .so you're telling me I have to pay full price for something that you just now finished that was supposed to be done three weeks ago?! Fuck it, I'm not paying you that much! You can take that fricken' thing and shove it up your---"
He stopped again, and nodded, his signature smirk rising to his face. "Fine then. Half off. Good."
He slammed the reciever down and spun around, glaring at Bulma. "What the hell is so funny?" he yelled, his vein throbbing.
"You on the phone!" she replied between giggles. "You'd think manners were dead or something!"
He snarled gruffly, which resulted in her laughing even harder. "Stop laughing!" he barked. "Stop it now or I'll---"
"Or you'll what, blow up the house? Kill me? Destroy everything I love and hold dear?" She laughed haughtily, smirking at the flustered Saiyan Prince. "Oh wait, that would mean knowing something about me, now, wouldn' it? And you obviously don't know a thing about me."
"The hell I don't!"
"Oh really? Well then, your Majesty, tell me, who am I afraid of most?" She smirked as his face faultered slightly. Ass, she thought with a grin. He'll never be able to figure this one out.
He paused, thinking back, trying to remember if she'd ever told him that particulat tidbit of information. A sudden grin lightened his features as he saw a single name flash before his eyes.
"Currently, you are afraid that that loser of a boyfriend of yours is going to show up. You are also afraid---" he added with a smirk "---that I am going to end up leaving you alone on the streets to take care of the brat by yourself."
He gave a low laugh as her mouth fell open. "How did you . . .?"
"I know more than you give me credit for," he snapped back bitterly. "What do you take me for, a low-class idiot?"
She began to object, but the words didn't come to her.
"That's what I thought," he replied as he slid towards the doorway.
"Wait a minute!" she shouted, and he turned his head to look at her. "Aren't you going to have me guess what you're most afraid of?"
His face softened for a second, then hardened into a soul-searing glare. "I don't need to share my fears with the likes of you."
Bulma glared at his retreating figure. "Fine. See if I care, you jackass! Even Yamcha was human enough to share that shit with me!"
Vegeta froze in mid-step. Bulma realized suddenly that she'd pushed him past his limits, and for the first time since she'd gotten pregnant, was actually afraid of what he might do.
"If you think for one minute that comparing me to that lout of an ex- boyfriend of yours is going to get me to 'open up' to you, you must be an even bigger baka than I originally enticipated," he growled. "There is nothing you could imagine that even comes close to the things I have seen and endured throughout my life."
With that said, he left a frightened Bulma alone in the kitchen, mouth agape. "What the hell . . .?"
A/N: LOL Bet you was all expecting a fight scene, ne? LOL Don't worry y'all, the fight's comin' up . . .do you seriously think Yamcha's gonna take a 'no' lying down? HAVE YOU NOT READ CHAPTERS 1 TO 36?! OF COURSE HE'S GONNA FIGHT! Sheesh . . . go back to school, man . . .you need to learn some common sense . . .
---Gangsta Videl