Lucy chapter 2
Vegeta awakes with a jolt, sweat dripping down his face, his sheets a soaked and tangled mess underneath him. Was that a dream? He isn't sure. he looks to his left, Bulma, his beautiful blue haired wife, is snoring gently by his side. Surely if he had died she would have noticed, right? And she certainly doesn't look like a grieving widow right now, she looks serene and peaceful.
He stumbles out of bed, his body doesn't feel right, kind of like it's not his own. Is that because he's actually dead, or just because he's tired? Again, he isn't sure. The bathroom light flickers on, temporarily blinding him with its fluorescent glare, why does everything have to be so goddamned bright? he fumbles his way over to the sink and turns on the cold tap, rubbing the cool water across his face feels good, and wakes him up, a little at least. The mirror above the sink shows him his dismal reflection, he looks a mess that's for sure, but does he look dead? No, of course he doesn't, it must have been a dream.
"Don't forget our little game, bubs," Lucy chirps from behind him, startling him.
"For god's sake woman, don't creep up on me like that. You nearly scared me to death," he complains.
"Technically, ya can't be scared to death, 'cause ya already dead." She muses
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder. Just as I had decided it was all a dream." Vegeta, mumbles under his breath wishing he had stayed asleep.
"Most people think that, that's why I came to jog ya memory. Did I tell ya the rules?"
"Rules?" he sighs.
"Seems I forgot."
"What a surprise. So, what are the rules?" he asks not really wanting to hear her silly rules, but also knowing he needs to know them if he is planning on winning her bet.
"Right, ya got six months to make Kakafella fall in love wi' ya."
"Kakarot." He corrects.
"That's the geezer, BUT… Ya ain't allowed to tell nobody bout this deal, he has to tell ya that he loves ya out loud, and ya ain't allowed to tell 'im ya love 'im," She counts the items off on her fingers even though there are only three of them.
"Why in the world would I want to tell him that? So… Can I not explain to my wife and son, things could get awkward?" Vegeta asks sadly, he already knows what Lucy is going to say.
"Nope, you can't tell no-one. That's the rules. Then after six months you'll die again, but don't worry it shouldn't be too painful. In the meantime, ya might get a couple a little side effects, here and there, nothing too major, that's pretty much normal after death." She shrugs
"What do you mean side effects?"
"Well ya know, Ya might feel a bit tired, over emotional, your appetite may get fucked up. Your strength will fluctuate a bit. One second ya might be twice as strong as ya was when ya was alive then the next weak as shit. So, I wouldn't go out fighting if I was ya. There's a few other things as well, I'll email you a list hun."
"What? I can't fight? But that's what I do, if I can't fight I may as well be dead."
"Ya are dead."
"Oh, Fuck you. Okay, fine I'll stick to your stupid rules, and I'll be careful with my dead body, now can I get a little privacy here? I need a shit," Lucy grins widely at Vegeta's obvious annoyance.
"Sure hun, catch ya later," And with a twinkle of red glitter she evaporates.
He sits on the toilet with his head in his hands. So, it wasn't a dream, he thinks to himself glumly. This was real life, or… Real death? he doesn't fucking know anymore. How can he do this to his wife, Bulma? She has loved him unconditionally despite the fact that he hasn't always been the perfect husband. Or his son, Trunks? Who has always idolised his father. How can he spend the last six months of his life making that clown fall in love with him? Maybe he should just forget the whole thing. Just accept that he is going back to hell. His mind drifts back to the time he spent there before, the last time he died he went straight to hell, he got offered no deal like he had been this time. King Yemma didn't even hesitate before sending him down. He spent a long time in hell, before getting wished back to life by the dragon balls, magical wish granting orbs that his wife is partial to using. He recalls the endless nothing, the mind-numbing eternity of non-existence that is hell. he realises with a burning intensity that he doesn't want to go back there. He can't go back there.
He thinks about Goku, I mean… It could have been worse, she could have said Yamcha, his wife's puny ex, though that really wouldn't have been much of a challenge, Vegeta would only have to turn on the charm and give him a wink and Yamcha would fall at his feet. Goku may take a little more convincing, Vegeta will have to start from very the beginning and woo him, take him on dates and stuff. God, he can't believe He's actually thinking like this. Vegeta, proud prince of the fallen Saiyan race is actually sitting on the toilet, on his own, considering how best to seduce another man. And not just any other man, Goku. His biggest rival, the source of his inferiority complex, the only man who can make him feel inadequate. What if Goku turns him down? Vegeta can't help but worry. What if no matter how much he charms and enchants him, he's just not interested. One last kick in the hypothetical nuts from the clown before the prince traipses his sorry ass back to hell, rejected.
No, he can't think like that. he can do this. Vegeta is quite a catch if he wants to be. He is very beautiful, his jet-black hair and eyes a beautiful contrast to his tan skin. His body is a work of art, on which he spends hours upon hours perfecting, patience is a virtue when you are working on a masterpiece, and Vegeta is a masterpiece not even the hand of god could recreate. And despite his bad attitude, his bad boy demeanour is quite captivating. How many girls did he win over with his charm and rugged good looks before he came to earth? Quite a few I can tell you, he was a regular Casanova in his younger years. Any girl he set my sights on was his within a week max. Even Bulma, the beautiful, rich and powerful heiress to one of the biggest corporations on earth, fell head over heels for him. No-one could tame the feisty vixen before the prince came along, I mean Yamcha tried but we can all see where that got him, dumped and upgraded for a better model, Vegeta.
Of course Goku would want him, he would be crazy not to. Now if he can only remember how he used to be charming, he hasn't had to be nice for so long he almost can't remember how. Bulma doesn't go in for romance and charm, she has no time for that garbage, she is a very busy woman. Vegeta can just act like the obnoxious pig that he truly is and she still loves him wholeheartedly. he sighs as he realises that may all change. It could be difficult to make Goku love him without either of their wives noticing. If Bulma does notice, it will break her heart, and he can't even explain the real reasons behind his disgusting behaviour.
But it will be worth it, Vegeta knows it will, yes, she will hate him for a while, and who could blame her? But when the day comes that she passes, her husband will be waiting for her. He can explain everything then. Hopefully she will understand and forgive him, then they can be together for eternity in heaven.
Vegeta walks slowly back to the bedroom, his heart heavy in his chest. He watches her sleep for a few moments, peaceful. She is so beautiful, a woman fit for a prince. He leans in and gently kisses her sleeping face, she hums contentedly.
"I'm sorry Bulma," He whispers.
He fishes his phone out of his bedside drawer and heads to the kitchen, he is in desperate need of a strong coffee. As the kettle bubbles away behind him he stares intently at his phone. He knows he needs to text Goku, he doesn't have time to dawdle. He briefly considered calling him but my god that would be so awkward he thinks he would die… Oh, yeah, he's already dead, but you get the jist of it. He stares blankly at the phone for a bit longer. What on Earth should he write? he takes a deep breath and types quickly.
*Hey, Kakarot. Want to hang out? *
No, that just sounds ridiculous. he deletes it even faster than he typed it.
*Kakarot, come and see me I need to talk to you. *
No, he sounds like a teacher, delete. He knows he needs to be a bit flirtier.
*You look so good in orange xx. *
No, not that flirty, Goku will think Vegeta has finally lost his marbles, gone insane, this is so stupid, why can he not remember how to flirt, or is it just his mind refusing to cooperate and flirt with Goku. Goku of all people.
*Hi. *
he hits send and immediately regrets it. Why did he just send hi? It sounds pathetic, he's supposed to be smart why could he not think of a single intelligent sentence. Obviously, he has totally lost his mind, he has turned into someone even more thick than Goku himself, Mr. Pure Heart over there. Vegeta continues to berate himself for a while. Bleep, his phone emits a small sound notifying him that he has a text.
*Hey, Vegeta. What's up? *
Vegeta thinks very carefully before he replies. What can he say that will get Goku to come to him? he would usually just ask him to spar together, but with his fluctuating power from these silly side effects, that is out of the question until he get used to it, at least. Food, yes food will tempt Goku away from his family. Vegeta feels embarrassed at what he just thought, here he is luring an innocent man away from his family with terrible intent. he suddenly feels like the bad guy. But he doesn't have a choice, does he? It's not as though he would ever choose to do this, he must. He looks at his phone again.
*I'm going out to get food, you can come if you want. * He types and hits the send button again.
*Sure thing Vegeta, I love food. What are we getting? *
Goku's childlike manner always makes Vegeta smile, he really is a simple idiot.
*I'm in the mood for Oyakodon, meet me at Izakaya Diner in 20 mins, Okay? *
*Oyakodon? For breakfast? *
*Do you have a problem with that? *
*No, that is an epic idea, why have I never thought of that. Hey, do you want me to teleport over and pick you up that way we can get there super-fast? *
Vegeta really wants to say no, he'd much rather make his own way there but for the purposes of his and Lucy's 'game' it will be more useful if Goku comes to get him, Goku has the extraordinary ability to teleport instantly to another place. If he teleports Vegeta to the diner he will have to touch the prince, he can only bring things with them if he is holding them. Vegeta is not stupid enough to pass up an opportunity like that. Occasionally his ability to instantly teleport to a different place comes in very handy. Maybe this will be Vegeta's first chance to strike up his interests.
*Yeah, see you in 20. * he texts back.
Pulling off his grey t-shirt and admiring himself in the mirror, Vegeta notices a couple of subtle differences about his now dead body. the skin around his eyes is just a few shades darker, his lips slightly redder. His muscled chest feels a touch harder. All in all, the changes are pretty good, he looks darker and more brooding, kinda like that vampire guy from that twilight movie, he is looking hot and he knows it, not that he wasn't hot before but now he looks even better. He starts doing some handstand pushups, he wants to have a good pump on when Goku arrives, He's got to look sexy for him, after all, if there is any chance of the fool falling in love with him his first weapon is his looks, and boy he looks good.
He feels kind of dirty as he stands shirtless, covered in lotion and slowly rubbing his abs, as he waits for Goku to magically appear in front of him. he looks fucking amazing, if he does say so himself. His toned and muscular body shimmers in the light as he spreads the thick lotion across his tanned skin. He's dressed in super tight jeans that make his butt look amazing. He's sprayed his hair so that not one vertical lock is out of place. He looks like a God.
He practices his facial expressions before Goku arrives. He knows he may have to wear a different expression to his normal grumpy scowl if he wants Goku to like him. He bites his bottom lip and looks through his thick eyelashes, black eyes smouldering at his own reflection in the mirror before him. Maybe that look is a bit too much for a first date. He try's a flirty smile instead. He soon realises that smiling doesn't suit him and he stops immediately, he must remember never to do that again, he mentally tells himself. Next, he tries to look cute, making his eyes go as wide as they can, titling his head to the side and pouting shyly, fluttering his eyelids. He does look adorable.
This is what he is still doing as Bulma comes around the corner, two cups of coffee in her hands. She stops and watches her husband for a moment, barely holding back a little giggle as he moves his hand to his face and sensually bit his index finger.
"What are fuck are you doing?" Bulma's voice booms from behind him, making him jump.
"Bulma, oh, I didn't hear you get up," the embarrassed prince stutters feeling his face grow red with shame.
"Apparently not," She mumbles, handing him a cup of coffee and eyeing my lotioned and pumped up body with a smirk.
"I'm just waiting for Kakarot, we're having breakfast together," Even as he says this he knows it seems suspicious. It even sounds odd to him and he's the one who said it. Vegeta has never been a big fan of Goku's, and Bulma is well aware of this resentment. Quite often she finds herself reassuring Vegeta that Goku isn't better than him in every way, only some ways. like sure he's saved the world a few times, he's incredibly strong, kind of handsome, he's always nice, always happy, but that doesn't mean he's perfect, right? And that certainly doesn't mean that Vegeta has to like him, does it? In all honesty, Vegeta finds him really annoying. He's just too chirpy, too great, too perfect, the only flaw he has is his crippling stupidity and even that is quite endearing at times. There is literally nothing to not like about him, and it makes the prince furious.
"Really? You're meeting Goku, why?" she asks, using his earth name instead of his Saiyan name, another thing Vegeta can't stand.
"Errr… The fool wants to talk to me about something, I don't know what," he lies smoothly.
"Hm, that sounds ominous. I hope everything is okay with him and Chichi, I should give her a call. So… what's with all the…?" She trails off and gestures to his lotion covered chest.
"What's with all these questions, woman? Is it a crime to want smooth skin?" Vegeta snaps. he can see her struggling to hold back a laugh as she shakes her head, but he ignores it. Goku arrives at that moment, his form appearing right next to Vegeta out of thin air, making Bulma forget her question. This was one of the times when his instant transmition came in handy, very handy indeed.