Chapter 2
*What I wouldn't give to blow every
single fucking thing that breaths air to hell right now....* miserably thought
Vegeta as he flipped the hamburgers with a vengeance. A few hundred people were at the annual Capsule Corp. barbeque,
and Bulma had elected him the barbequer (is that even a word??) much against
his will. But he really had no choice,
since Bulma had threatened to make him sleep on the couch with no covers and
turn the air conditioner on all the way if he didn't. The only thing that was keeping him from killing everything in
sight at that moment was that he imagined the hamburgers as people that he
would like to kill right now. Using the
bottom of the metal flipper, he squished one of the patties, imagining the
hamburger as the excuse of a Saiyajin, Goku. A sadistic smile slid across his angular features as parts of the burger
started to ooze through the bars of the grill, the grease dripping from it
causing the hot coals beneath them to sizzle and flare. Bulma knew that smile - and when it came
from Vegeta, she knew something would go wrong soon if she didn't intervene.
"Uh,
sorry, Juuhachigou-san, Vegeta's got that smile on his face again, so I better
see what's up." Not even waiting
for a reply, she twirled around and stormed off in Vegeta's general direction
with a beer in hand.
"Okay,"
said the cyborg to Bulma's back.
She
said hi to a few people on the way to the grill, but she really didn't pay any
attention to them. Bulma finally came
up behind Vegeta and looked over Vegeta's shoulder to see what he was smiling
about (mind you, Bulma is a good four inches taller than Vegboy, so it isn't
that hard for her). All she saw was
Vegeta whacking the hamburger with the spatula with all his might - there was
hardly any of the burger left on top of the bars. Most of it was charred to a crisp in the steamy coals beneath the
bars, and what was left was holding on for dear life.
"Vegeta,
you can stop whacking the hamburger now." she said bluntly. The smile disappeared at the sound of her
voice, and the whacking ceased.
"Woman,
would you mind your own goddamn buisness already?? Go bother Kakarroto's mate or something," he snapped at
her. Bulma walked in front of Vegeta,
and looked at him pointedly. Under
Bulma's stare as well as some other 200 pairs of eyes, Vegeta actually started
to squirm. He was used to being stared
at reverently, but this blunt stare gave him an uncomfortable feeling. And what made him uncomfortable made him
angry.
"Stop
looking at me, woman, like I'm some kind of insect!!" He whirled to face the
crowd. "And that goes for all of you as
well! Mind your own fucking business!" he yelled as he waved the spatula in the
air in a menacing way. The congregation
quickly went back to their previous conversations.
"Ahem,"
quipped Bulma. Vegeta turned to find
Bulma in his close proximity as she draped her arms around his neck. Vegeta scowled at her, but bit her nose
anyways. "You know, everyone already
knows we're a couple. It wouldn't hurt
them to see us together in public…" Bulma said. Very slowly, you could see the crowd turn slightly, and were
listening with half an ear. "You can
barely stand to have me within 5 feet of you in public. I'm surprised your letting me do this," she
said quietly.
"Woman,
as long as I know you are my mate, that is all everyone else has to know." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Oh
really?" she said. "And what if I did
this?" All of a sudden, Bulma bucked her
hips against Vegeta's groin, threw back her head, and moaned for all she was
worth ( Think of Meg Ryan in "When Harry met Sally" ^_^). Vegeta's eyes widened and tried to get away
from her, as if she had suddenly become a supernova and he had burned his
hands. Heads twisted to see what was
happening. Some gasped, while others
giggled at the look on Vegeta's face. His features were barely noticeable under the red blush that was spread
all over his face. Bulma continued to
moan and groan in his arms, giving him an unexpected erection. Her eyes had an evil glint in their
depths. And then, she was done. Bulma straightened, pecked him on his
reddened cheek, and walked away with a satisfied smile on her face. All eyes were now focused on him, and that training
suit he wore hid nothing from the eyes of the crowd. His rage of being embarrassed publicly boiled over, and Vegeta's
eyes changed colors between a reddish hue of rage and aqua green of SSJ, and he
took off with a huge blast of gold.
"BAKAYAROUUUUuuuuu......."
he screamed as he took off, fading until he was out of sight behind the nearby
mountains. The people stood dumbstruck
for a moment, but slowly resumed their previous conversations with each other. Some of the hungrier ones went to pick up some
hamburgers from the grill, for when Vegeta had taken off, his ki had cooked the
remaining hamburgers to a perfect well done.
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The
dragon had disappeared, returning to its eternal slumber within the seven
dragonballs. The figure that had been
bowing slowly rose to her full height, around 5'10". Her eyes remained downcast as the other male
figure surveyed the land surrounding him, taking in the forests and the
mountains, as well as the fading colors of the sunset. His eyes finally fell upon the shorter
figure before him.
"Forgive
me, my lord," she started, speaking very articulately. "But I needed your help in a matter
that could not wait." The male
figure reached out with a calloused hand to bring up the head of the female to
lock eyes with her.
"Ikira....?"
he whispered to her, his hand moving under to her chin to move her head side to
side so he could look at her.
"Hai,
my king," Ikira said. "My
mate, my Vegeta...." His hand
lashed out to crunch against her cheek.
"Bitch! Do not address me in such an informal
manner. Mate or not, I am still your
king! So address me in the proper way
from now on. Understand?" he spat
out, raising his hand to hit her again if she did not.
"H-hai,
Vegeta no Ou. Forgive my
insolence. It shall not happen
again." His hand slowly came down
to rest once again by his side. The hit
did not hurt her physically, but still she would have expected a less formal
greeting. *Very well, the more things
change, the more they stay the same..* she thought.
"Very
well. Now then, Ikira, I would like to
know why the hell I am on this piece of shit planet."
"Where
to start," she began. "When
Freiza destroyed out home planet, I had been on a conquering mission on the
planet Caseck with my squad, since after the birth of your son (sons were
always addressed as the male's, never the female's. Just a small light into the complex life of a Saiyajin ^_^) I was
no longer needed. From then on, I heard
rumors that your son had been taken into Freiza's service. So, in my spacepod, I trailed Vegeta. Until a few years ago, that is. He eventually came to settle here and had
taken..." she trailed off, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
"Yes? Had taken what? Out with it!" Vegeta
screamed impatiently.
"H-he
had taken an," she lowered her voice to a whisper. "An Earthling as a mate." Vegeta's mouth fell open a few inches, and
his eyes started to show a small amount of rage that started to well up in his
very being. "And he seems to have
bonded with her as well. And he has
given his mate two children as well." A few moments of silence dwelled before Vegeta's outburst.
"MASAKA!!
Not only does he bond with the fucking Earthling, but he willingly spawns with
her as well!! I KNEW he would be the
one who would contaminate our royal line!" A cobalt blue aura of rage engulfed his figure as his eyes turned
blood red.
"They
are both dead. I will snap their necks
in two. And their spawn will die with
them." he said with an utter calm that unnerved Ikira. "They are MINE."
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