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Yamcha was sorting through the security video archives in the central security console
that monitored the whole of Capsule Corps. This included the house that Bulma was now sharing
with that damned Saiyan, Vegeta. There were cameras placed at all the entrances to the house,
and in the main living areas. He knew that he really shouldn't be so suspicious of Bulma, but he
knew that he would never trust Vegeta. Yamcha's mind began running wild with the thoughts of
the evil Saiyan seducing his Bulma, who was so damned trusting that she probably wouldn't even
realize it until it was too late. Sometimes he hated that she was so trusting, but then he thought
better of it, because of her trust in him, she never asked him about the broken dates, or the broken
promises. Hey, he couldn't help it that he was a babe magnet. But, Bulma has always been his,
and will always be his, no matter what.
Switching to the monitors in the kitchen, Yamcha's jaw dropped. Bulma was sitting on
the cupboard, with Vegeta dangerously close to her. He couldn't see what they were doing, but
he could see the dreamy look on Bulma's face. With a growl, Yamcha watched as Vegeta took
Bulma's hand, forcefully, and his muscles tensed when he saw the panicked look cross his
girlfriend's face. He was ready to rush to her rescue but stopped as he noticed Vegeta release his
grip, and gently treat what looked to be a burn on Bulma's hand. He scowled as the dreamy look
returned to her face, and the scowl deepened when Vegeta seemed to slip a little closer then he
needed to be. His eyes narrowed when the Saiyan finished, but wouldn't leave. He knew that this
could be trouble, but a huge grin lightened up his face when Bulma heaved the first aid kit at
Vegeta when he was leaving. Yamcha couldn't see it the kit struck the bugger, but he was hoping
it did. However, a dark scowl returned when he saw the look on Bulma's face. She sat on the
counter smiling, and he could tell, even through the blurry black and white monitor, that her eyes
were distant, buried in a realm of fantasy. Picking up the phone, he decided to call Cyndi and
cancel his date with her tonight. He didn't really want to, she was such a great girl, especially
when it came to the bedroom, but he really didn't want to leave Bulma alone in the house with
that bastard Saiyan. Besides, he shrugged, there is always tomorrow night.
* * * *
Vegeta spun in the air, demolishing an imaginary enemy with a devastating spin kick. His
body was drenched in sweat, and his own muscles were beginning to turn traitor, refusing to
move when they were commanded to. Forcing his tired body over to the control panel, Vegeta
could barely raise his hand to turn the gravity off. Erecting a ki shield around himself, he hit the
switch, and the air surrounding him immediately grew lighter. When he knew that the gravity had
returned to normal, Vegeta slowly allowed the air inside of his ki shield to mix with the outside
air, which slowly de-compressurized. He took pride in the simple fact that he really didn't have to
do this, like any normal human, (or normal Saiyan for that matter) would. His body and his lungs
were strong enough to withstand the dangerously fast pressure change, but he bet that Kakkorott
wasn't smart enough to think of something like this.
With a smirk, Vegeta dropped his shield and felt a familiar ki behind him. Turning, he saw
Bulma's idiotic boyfriend standing at the door of the gravity machine, his arms crossed. Vegeta
almost laughed in his face. Was that rat human actually trying to intimidate him? Vegeta
scowled, two could play at that game. His icy gaze tore through Yamcha's facade easily, and the
human began to sweat, but keep up with his demeanor. Vegeta quickly became irritated with
Yamcha, and began to walk toward him. The Saiyan Prince could see that the antsy human
wanted to say something, but he really didn't care what the rat had to say. He growled when
Yamcha wouldn't move out of his way.
"Vegeta, we have to talk." Yamcha said, trying like mad not to sound nervous. Vegeta
almost laughed at him, but decided to give him audience.
"Listen, we both know that you have a thing for Bulma. I'm just telling you that you
better stay away from her. She's too innocent to understand that you would just be using her for
her body. Besides, she's mine." Yamcha was able to stammer out. He cringed when he saw
Vegeta's eyes grow cold, and cringed again when he felt the Saiyan's ki flare. Vegeta grabbed
Yamcha's collar, and pulled him close to his face.
"I am warning you once, and only once, maggot. And this is because I am in a good
mood. You even presume to tell me what I am allowed to do again, and I will rip your entrails
out and decorate my gravity machine with them." Vegeta smirked as he felt Yamcha begin to
shake. He released the human's shirt and pushed him to the ground. Stepping over him Vegeta
walked out of the gravity room, his pace steady and measured. He could feel Bulma's weak but
unmistakable ki at the front porch. He glanced up at her and he knew that she was in earshot.
Turning his head but still walking toward the house, Vegeta yelled over his shoulder,
"Besides, maggot, the woman isn't as innocent, or as naive, as you think. If I can smell
other women than her on you, then I'm sure that she can too." Vegeta smirked to himself as he
pushed past Bulma on his way into the house. He could see the rage in her eyes as she realized
what Vegeta was implying. Staying in the kitchen, the Saiyan could only hope that the ensuing
argument would find its way into the room.
Yamcha was sorting through the security video archives in the central security console
that monitored the whole of Capsule Corps. This included the house that Bulma was now sharing
with that damned Saiyan, Vegeta. There were cameras placed at all the entrances to the house,
and in the main living areas. He knew that he really shouldn't be so suspicious of Bulma, but he
knew that he would never trust Vegeta. Yamcha's mind began running wild with the thoughts of
the evil Saiyan seducing his Bulma, who was so damned trusting that she probably wouldn't even
realize it until it was too late. Sometimes he hated that she was so trusting, but then he thought
better of it, because of her trust in him, she never asked him about the broken dates, or the broken
promises. Hey, he couldn't help it that he was a babe magnet. But, Bulma has always been his,
and will always be his, no matter what.
Switching to the monitors in the kitchen, Yamcha's jaw dropped. Bulma was sitting on
the cupboard, with Vegeta dangerously close to her. He couldn't see what they were doing, but
he could see the dreamy look on Bulma's face. With a growl, Yamcha watched as Vegeta took
Bulma's hand, forcefully, and his muscles tensed when he saw the panicked look cross his
girlfriend's face. He was ready to rush to her rescue but stopped as he noticed Vegeta release his
grip, and gently treat what looked to be a burn on Bulma's hand. He scowled as the dreamy look
returned to her face, and the scowl deepened when Vegeta seemed to slip a little closer then he
needed to be. His eyes narrowed when the Saiyan finished, but wouldn't leave. He knew that this
could be trouble, but a huge grin lightened up his face when Bulma heaved the first aid kit at
Vegeta when he was leaving. Yamcha couldn't see it the kit struck the bugger, but he was hoping
it did. However, a dark scowl returned when he saw the look on Bulma's face. She sat on the
counter smiling, and he could tell, even through the blurry black and white monitor, that her eyes
were distant, buried in a realm of fantasy. Picking up the phone, he decided to call Cyndi and
cancel his date with her tonight. He didn't really want to, she was such a great girl, especially
when it came to the bedroom, but he really didn't want to leave Bulma alone in the house with
that bastard Saiyan. Besides, he shrugged, there is always tomorrow night.
* * * *
Vegeta spun in the air, demolishing an imaginary enemy with a devastating spin kick. His
body was drenched in sweat, and his own muscles were beginning to turn traitor, refusing to
move when they were commanded to. Forcing his tired body over to the control panel, Vegeta
could barely raise his hand to turn the gravity off. Erecting a ki shield around himself, he hit the
switch, and the air surrounding him immediately grew lighter. When he knew that the gravity had
returned to normal, Vegeta slowly allowed the air inside of his ki shield to mix with the outside
air, which slowly de-compressurized. He took pride in the simple fact that he really didn't have to
do this, like any normal human, (or normal Saiyan for that matter) would. His body and his lungs
were strong enough to withstand the dangerously fast pressure change, but he bet that Kakkorott
wasn't smart enough to think of something like this.
With a smirk, Vegeta dropped his shield and felt a familiar ki behind him. Turning, he saw
Bulma's idiotic boyfriend standing at the door of the gravity machine, his arms crossed. Vegeta
almost laughed in his face. Was that rat human actually trying to intimidate him? Vegeta
scowled, two could play at that game. His icy gaze tore through Yamcha's facade easily, and the
human began to sweat, but keep up with his demeanor. Vegeta quickly became irritated with
Yamcha, and began to walk toward him. The Saiyan Prince could see that the antsy human
wanted to say something, but he really didn't care what the rat had to say. He growled when
Yamcha wouldn't move out of his way.
"Vegeta, we have to talk." Yamcha said, trying like mad not to sound nervous. Vegeta
almost laughed at him, but decided to give him audience.
"Listen, we both know that you have a thing for Bulma. I'm just telling you that you
better stay away from her. She's too innocent to understand that you would just be using her for
her body. Besides, she's mine." Yamcha was able to stammer out. He cringed when he saw
Vegeta's eyes grow cold, and cringed again when he felt the Saiyan's ki flare. Vegeta grabbed
Yamcha's collar, and pulled him close to his face.
"I am warning you once, and only once, maggot. And this is because I am in a good
mood. You even presume to tell me what I am allowed to do again, and I will rip your entrails
out and decorate my gravity machine with them." Vegeta smirked as he felt Yamcha begin to
shake. He released the human's shirt and pushed him to the ground. Stepping over him Vegeta
walked out of the gravity room, his pace steady and measured. He could feel Bulma's weak but
unmistakable ki at the front porch. He glanced up at her and he knew that she was in earshot.
Turning his head but still walking toward the house, Vegeta yelled over his shoulder,
"Besides, maggot, the woman isn't as innocent, or as naive, as you think. If I can smell
other women than her on you, then I'm sure that she can too." Vegeta smirked to himself as he
pushed past Bulma on his way into the house. He could see the rage in her eyes as she realized
what Vegeta was implying. Staying in the kitchen, the Saiyan could only hope that the ensuing
argument would find its way into the room.