I
didn't invent these characters. Dragon Ball Z is obviously not owned by myself or anyone else I know
personally.
Note: My apologizes if this really bugs you. I know, I know, it's horribly
corny and just for the record: I really never imagine Vegita like this at
all. (This entire story is based
on a screwed up dream I had.)
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"I do not believe you! I mean, I swear, you have the biggest
ego in the universe!" Bulma
shouted furiously back at Vegita.
"You knew what you were getting
yourself into when you invited me to stay." Vegita replied.
"Fine then. LEAVE!" Bulma yelled, "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
"Fine then, woman!" Vegita snapped, getting up.
Bulma merely stared at him furiously.
Vegita turned, obviously reluctant to
'get the fuck out'.
"I still
don't know what I did this time." He muttered sulkily.
Bulma made a noise of profound
aggravation and glared at him.
A suddenly obvious fact suddenly came
into light for Vegita: He was a
prince, and she was a woman, a complete bitch too. But really, how the hell did she manage to push people
around so much? Maybe because…because
– Vegita stopped mid-thought, appalled at himself.
"I'm waiting for you to
leave, how come you're not leaving?" She demanded through gritted teeth.
"Fine then!" Vegita said again, indignant. "I'm leaving, see! Are you watching me? I am leaving, now!"
"No…you're not." Bulma had a very peculiar expression on
her face, then after a second she said, "alright, I've changed my
mind, you can stay…but only if you stay out of sight for the next few
hours."
"I don't see any problem
with that," Vegita said, realizing that all women were completely screwed
up in their heads, and then as a last thought he added "Hey, how come you
want me out of sight?"
Bulma looked him up and down, as if she
was sizing him up. Vegita thought
she could look—
Bulma cut into his
thoughts.
"Alright
Vegita, here's why, after me and—well, you know, a little after we
broke up-"
Vegita rolled his eyes, couldn't
she just call him by his name?
"Anyways, I've met this new
guy, he's really sweet…and I don't want you hanging around
like an asshole and giving him the wrong impression," she finished in a
hurry.
"Fine whatever, I just better not
be able to you two when you start fu-"
"Vegita! He's interested in my mind, not my body…honestly." Bulma snapped, turning very slightly
scarlet.
"Riiight, sure…"
Bulma looked about to say something of
the utmost contempt when three bangs were issued from the door. Bulma gave little squeal, dashed to a
mirror down the hall and ran a quick hand through her hair.
"I've never heard you make
such a disgusting sound in my life, woman, he must be pretty special,"
Vegita said loudly, turning in the opposite direction, but still catching a
show of Bulma frantically yanking her neckline down and straightening her bra.
Vegita slammed the gravity room door
and started doing one-armed push ups. He wondered vaguely if he'd ever get a woman to make that sound …hopefully
not if she was anything like Bulma.
After about forty-five minutes,
Vegita heard what sounded a lot like dishes breaking. There was some incoherent yelling…Vegita thought he
heard Bulma say his name, but that made no sense, so he dismissed it as
paranoia.
The shouting got more heated sounding,
though Vegita still had no idea of what they were saying. Poor bugger, Vegita pitied the man
outside who was obviously getting thrashed out beyond an inch of his life.
And then the yelling stopped.
Vegita stopped doing push-ups, got up
and opened gravity room door and poked his head out. No front door had been slammed, as far as he could tell
something very weird was happening.
For a moment, no sound. And then Vegita heard what sounded very
much like muffled screams.
"He's
interested in my mind, not my body…honestly."
The truth of the situation hit Vegita like a load of
bricks.
"Hey, woman!"
--No answer. Vegita hurried to the bed door and
tried to open it. It was
locked. He took a few steps back,
hoped to god he wasn't mistaken in what he was about to do –and
rammed the door down with his shoulder.
Vegita himself had seen thousands of innocents be put
to death, but for one of the few times in his life, the scene in front of his
face made him feel utterly sick.
"YOU BASTARD!" He yelled at a blue-eyed man who was
sitting stalk still his chair, his fly half way zipped.
The blinds to the
room were drawn and it looked like everything breakable in the room was lying
in pieces on the floor. The bed covers had been torn off and in the far corner,
hugging her shaking self in a thin sheet was Bulma.
Vegita took one look at Bulma and
suddenly had no idea what to do. But, seeing as he had to do something about this horrible thing, he
reached over to the man and started punching him as hard as he dared.
And then Bulma started crying. Vegita was so shocked he dropped the
man, who now had a broken nose, and simply stared at her, this did not seem
real.
The man stumbled to his feet and tore
out of the room. Vegita was about
to go after him when Bulma cried, "don't leave me alone! Please, Vegita!"
Vegita heard the front door slam. "I'm sorry…" he
started, but she held up a hand for him to stop.
"No, don't apologize for
anything, you were right, I was…stupid." Bulma laid her head against her tucked up knees and tried to
sigh, only she started to cry again. Vegita noticed a bruise rising on her temple; and again, it didn't
seem real.
How could this happen to Bulma? Bulma wasn't supposed to do this!
"I should've…Oh, if I'd only…it's
my fault, he probably thought that I-I"
Vegita sat down beside her and was
about to say something contradictory when she started talking again.
"What's wrong with me! Why can't I have a decent
relationship? I mean…"Bulma
blew her nose on the edge of the sheet, "Vegita, you're a guy, what's
wrong with me?"
Vegita opened his mouth and was about
to say 'you're a bitch'…but it donned on him that he
really didn't mind it that much. She wasn't a warrior, but somehow…somehow he could see unbelievable
resilience and courage.
"I don't think there's
anything wrong with you…You're not missing any arms or legs, I don't
think you have any fatal diseases…maybe a few hurts right now but—"
"That's not what I meant…"
"I know it wasn't. And I also know what happened was not
your fault. You get me,
Bulma? I think you're really
smart – too smart for a lot of guys…they probably don't see
that. They just see a loud, irritating
know-it-all, at best. I suppose
mostly they might not even see that much if all they want is sex," Vegita
stopped, and suddenly shut his mouth. What on earth was he saying?
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To be continued….(Bu-hahahaha!)
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So, what did you think? Gosh, I really ought to take that
Dragon Ball poster off my ceiling, I think it's having subliminal effects
on me.lol. Anyways, thanks for
reading! Please, please, please review! (Or flame, flames are fine too if you really hate my subconscious that
much ;0)