"No one touches what is mine and gets away with it,

no one."*

Vegeta (Movie 7)

Try as he might, sleep just wouldn't come for Vegeta. Each time he closed his eyes, his mind would be flooded with the images and sounds coming from that bedroom earlier in the day. And he didn't like it. Rage was once again beginning to swell up inside of the proud Prince. And to add to his growing discomfort level, he realized that the 'cloud' egg rolls he and his son had devoured earlier in the day had not gone very far to satisfy his growing and urgent sense of hunger.

Still sitting on the ground with his back up against the tree, his eyes popped open.

'Maybe I should have just blasted the both of them into oblivion right then and there and gotten it over with', he thought to himself.

"And maybe, just maybe, this pair of hot leather pants should not go to waste after all," he said with that sarcastic, half grin on his face that only Vegeta could smile.

He had chosen that black leather garment in particular because his mate loved how he looked in it. He could always tell that because her scent would escalate whenever he wore it and, that in and of itself would totally electrify him. The result would be almost always be a night of wild, passionate abandon with her. And if this garment produced that effect in his mate, he saw no reason why it wouldn't work for other females as well.

He determined to go and at least check out the females in the city. Surely, there would be at least one there that would appeal to his senses. And with that, he sprang to his feet, took to flight and headed into town. However, the first item on his agenda was food. Fucking would have to come second.

As he flew over the city, he spotted a section of town that was well light, and since there appeared to be a lot of activity, he was certain he would be able to find something to eat. Vegeta hated the gaudiness of any city late at night and this part of town was new to him. The sidewalk was filled with people coming and going and the streets were packed with air cars. And he realized as he looked around that even though he himself was an alien, the human figures hustling around him seemed as though they were the ones from another planet.

'This must be boys night out!' he chuckled to himself as he realized that most of the figures walking around him were either men alone, or men with other men.

Vegeta also realized just how beautiful Bulma was because some of those unfortunate men were walking around with the absolutely ugliest females he had ever seen! There just was no way any of these females could even come close to building any level of passion in him. Actually, they seemed to be destroying the passion in him, and his normal manly curve, set off so well in the black leather garment, suddenly decided to go into hiding.

"Well, this won't do", he snorted as he stopped walking and looked down at himself.

"Shit!"

"What's the matter, baby? Daddy got a boo-boo?"

He glanced up to see a towering female strut toward him. She was ridiculously dressed in a frilly white shirt, a short red skirt, high platform shoes, and black fishnet stockings, and she so totally disgusting to him, that he feared for a moment that his body might never wish to come out of hiding again. And he didn't blame it, either!

"Get away from me, woman! And I call you that in the loosest of all possible terms".

"My, my. Daddy sure is cranky tonight". And with that, she walked away.

As he looked back at her, he realized that the short skirt she was parading around did nothing to hide the hair covering her thick, unshapely legs. A sudden shudder ran through his body.

And to add to his growing frustration level, the restaurants in the area were already closed due the lateness of the evening. So he continued to walk and search until he spotted a flashing neon sign above an establishment that indicated to him food would be available.

"Hey, leather boy! Nice ass - wooohooo! Let's swing around and pick you up, sweet cheeks! Oh yeah baby, wanna nibble on my foot long candy cane?" and the men in the car made several strange gestures with their hands as they slowly drove by.

"What! Leather boy! Nice ass? Candy cane?"

'How bizarre these humans can be', he thought to himself.

And for an instant, he toyed with the idea of simply blowing the whole lot of them up.

He reached the doorway to the establishment that promised food, and as he entered, he felt as though he had just stepped into yet another world. Music was pulsating through the area at a deafening level, strobe lights flashed at a dizzying pace, and thick, heavy smoke of various types filled the air. He turned right around and walked out.

It had been nearly 48 hours since he had last eaten, and since he didn't want to go to back to Capsule Corporation just yet, the only other place he could think to go was ChiChi's house. It was quiet and her kitchen was always full of wonderful food. Besides, his son was there. And since she never locked any of the doors, getting in and getting back out undetected would be an easy feat.

After having his fill and washing the dishes, he left ChiChi a note saying he would replace the food when he picked Trunks up in the next few days. And before he turned to leave to go back to the quiet place, he decided to go up and glance at Trunks who was sleeping upstairs with Goten.

He stood beside the bed where the two boys lay sleeping and he watched them for a few moments, Then, in an unexpected gesture, reached out and brushed the lavender hair from his son's eyes. And standing there, he realized that he had never before kissed his son as he had seen other fathers do. Somehow, at that moment in time, it felt right to him to do so and since everyone was asleep, no one would ever know that he was capable of such tenderness. So there, in the dark solitude of the bedroom of Kakarrot's youngest son, the proud Prince bent down and lightly kissed his son on the forehead.

"I love you, Trunks", he whispered out loud to the sleeping child.

"I love you too, Poppa", came back the sleepy reply. Startled, he had no idea his son was such a light sleeper.

"Poppa, what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see you, Trunks. Now go back to sleep".

"Stay here with me, okay".

"Trunks, there's no place for me to sleep".

"Sure there is Poppa, right here". By this time, Trunks had pushed the sleeping Goten over to other side of the bed.

"See there's lots of room. Come on, Poppa. It's okay. It'll be like a super Saiyan sleepover".

His son was sitting upright in the bed now, and he was smiling and holding up the covers. Vegeta could see that attempting to reason with his son at this hour about the absurdity of his idea would wake everyone in the house. And he wanted to be able to leave undetected since he had no desire to talk with either ChiChi or Gohan.

"Oh, okay". Vegeta sat on the edge of the bed, removed his shoes, socks, belt, and red tank top, and lie down beside his son. And before he knew it, morning had come.

He awoke to find that he had wrapped himself so tightly around his son that the boy was almost like a little bug tucked away in a flesh and blood cocoon. Startled by the intimacy of the moment, he gently withdrew himself as to not to wake the sleeping child a second time.

He quietly put his remaining garments back on and flew out of the open upstairs window back to Capsule Corporation.

As he entered the house, he could tell that the woman was there, and that she was there alone. He struggled to control his growing anger and determined to go to the kitchen for some breakfast and after he had eaten, go upstairs and clean up. Then he would leave again. He had no desire to see or talk to the woman right now.

The little television in the kitchen was still turned on from the day before and Vegeta figured that his wife must have been too busy to turn it off after her lover arrived. But the table that he had destroyed the day before had already been replaced.

'I guess she couldn't wait to get rid of all traces of me', he thought to himself.

"And now for the ongoing coverage of the Gay Acknowledgement Day Parade", the TV announcer said. And Vegeta glanced over at the television only to see hoards of bizarre looking men, some dressed just like the ones he saw last night, prancing around on the TV screen. And some of them were kissing and even touching each other in intimate ways!

And in spite of his growing rage about his wife's unfaithfulness, the proud Prince couldn't help but laugh out loud as he finally realized where he was last night and what was really happening. It had just never occurred to him that certain males who desired intimacy with other males on this planet would dress themselves up in bizarre looking costumes and try to make themselves look weak!

And then another realization shot through his being.

"Hey! That disgustingly ugly female last night… why, she wasn't a woman at all! She… she was a man!"

And he looked down at himself and laughed. "No wonder you went into hiding!"

And the image of this mixed up female/male person from last night drove Vegeta into the throws of uncontrollable laughter.

After he regained his composure to the point where he could breathe normally again, he looked up to see his mate standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Vegeta? Are you alright?"

"None of your damned business how I am anymore, woman!" he said looking icily at her.

"Well then, stud! How many people did you wind up fucking last night?" Bulma came right back with equal coldness.

"I touched no one last night woman, male or female. Now get out of my way".

And with that, he started to storm past her out of the kitchen. However, his mate was not about to let things go so quickly.

"Well why not, Vegeta? Isn't that just what you threatened to do? Are you telling me that the high and mighty Prince of the Proud Saiyan Race can no longer make good on a threat!"

Silence.

"Or what's the matter, stud. Didn't anybody think you were sexy enough in your stupid looking black leather pants? What a joke you are, Vegeta!"

With that, Vegeta turned back around and walked back toward her, stopping just a few inches from his taunting mate. He struggled to suppress his rising anger with her. Yet, on some level he had to admire her courage with him because she knew he could destroy her in an instance and yet, right now, she wasn't afraid. She was just as enraged as he was. He liked that about her. She could fight with him and stand her ground without regard to the vast differences in their power levels.

And he realized that she was enraged with him because she feared the worst about his behavior away from her last night. He knew that the thought of him sharing himself with someone else had hurt her badly. And he liked that in an arrogant sort of way.

"Well woman, if you really must know, my only reason for remaining faithful to you last night in spite of what I threatened to do is because after I thought about it, I realized that I am not a sleazy little whore like yooouuuu!"

And with that he turned and started to walk away only to stop dead in his tracks one more time.

"Oh, and you think this garment is stupid looking, do you! I look like a joke, do I? Well, choke on this!"

Vegeta suddenly reached down with both hands and tore the black leather garment from his body and threw the torn pieces at her.

And as he turned to walk away yet one more time again, he stopped for a moment to look at himself, realizing he was now naked from the waist down. There he stood, wearing only his shoes and socks, black leather belt and tight red tank top, and suddenly, as though he had been hit in the stomach by an energy blast, the mother of all ideas stopped him dead in his tracks! The ultimate revenge! At first it brought a simple smirk to his face and by the time he had walked over to the staircase, he was in the throws of hysterical laughter.

"No one touches what is mine and gets away with it,

no one."*

And with that, he hurried upstairs to put his brilliant plan into action.

Yamcha stepped absent mindedly out to one of the air cars that he had been working on only to see Vegeta leaning up against with arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Hey man, Vegeta! Wow! Look, about yesterday….I'm, I'm really sorry about that, man. It was a stupid mistake that will never happen again, okay? It didn't mean a thing to me. Oh, wow, ouch! I didn't mean to make it sound like it wasn't special…Bulma's awesome, you know. Well of course you know. Oh, man! Vegeta, look….I don't want any trouble here. I hope we can be civil about this, after all…we're both adults here, right? And, well, shit happens sometimes, right? Vegeta…will you at least say something?!"

Without a word, Vegeta arrogantly strutted right up to Yamcha with deadly determination.

"You've been very bad, Yamcha!" Vegeta said seething.

"You touched something that didn't belong to you.! And you not only touched her, but you soiled her, Yamcha! Bad boy. Bad, bad boy!" Vegeta had now risen to super Saiyan.

Yamcha was so freaked he was being to hyperventilate.

"You not only soiled her, but you fucked her! Do you understand me, Yamcha? You fucked my wife!" Vegeta now had sparks shooting out from around him.

"And you not only fucked my wife, Yamcha, but you fucked her on our bed! Do you understand what you have done? You fucked my Bulma on the very bed where my son was born and now you… are… going….to… paaaaaaay!!!!" And Vegeta let out a bellow that shook everything around them.

And one single, calculated punch to the gut sent Yamcha flying backward through the wall of his house and he came to rest in an unconscious heap on the living room floor.

When Yamcha awoke, he was on a small bed in a sparsely furnished hotel room. And realized he was dressed in the strangest clothes. On his feet were a pair of black platform shoes and his legs were in black fishnet panty hose. Someone had also put him in a short, red shiny skirt and topped it off with a white frilly blouse. And he touched his chest only to discover he had false breasts! And his head felt strange. His hair! What happened to his long black hair?!

His broken ribs caused him to stumble as he made his way over to the mirror and looking up, Yamcha saw the face of a fairly attractive woman looking back at him. His hair had been spiral permed and now hung in long, wild black curls. And makeup had been expertly applied to his face. In a panic, he turned on the water to wash it off, but it wouldn't wash off!

"You know, whore, tattoos are usually permanent. You can try, but I just don't think that's going to wash off!" Yamcha spun around to see Vegeta sitting in on a chair. "Oh, and here's a sensu bean, you're going to need it, I think.

"Vegeta! What the hell….I'm going to kill you, you bastard".

And Vegeta just smiled slyly, rose to his feet, walked over to the door leading out to the hallway and opened it.

"I'd like to see you try", Vegeta said egging Yamcha on.

And as Yamcha screamed curses and charged wildly at Vegeta, the sly warrior put part two of his plan for ultimate revenge into action.

Just as Yamcha was about to grab his adversary, the Saiyan prince let out a strange, little girl sounding squeal and went running down the hotel hallway. And it wasn't until Vegeta stopped and to pound on one of the doors that Yamcha noticed that the warrior was dressed in a really tacky, lime green, polyester leisure suit.

"Help me, oh, help me, please!" Vegeta was speaking in a weird falsetto sounding voice as he pounded his fists on the door. And then in a way that absolutely panicked Yamcha, Vegeta turned to him and smiled one of the most chillingly evil smiles Yamcha had ever seen.

"Oh, hurry, please…", Vegeta continued in the bizarre sounding voice.

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard!" Yamcha screamed. "I don't care where we are, I going to kill you for this".

And the hotel door opened and several sets of hands reached out and pulled Yamcha in.

"Oh, my sweet, beautiful Yammi', Vegeta said turning to Yamcha, "how can you treat me this way?"

Stunned beyond words, Yamcha watched Vegeta put on the performance of a lifetime for the three, big, burly looking men in the hotel room. And Yamcha nearly passed out as he watched Vegeta run over to one of the men and pretended to sob into his chest.

"How dare you cheat on this sweet little guy!" one of the really big men bellowed at Yamcha. "See what you've done? Now you've made him cry".

"Yeah", the other one piped in. "And you're acting just like he said you would. It's always the pretty one's like you who act this way. You don't want him anymore, but you don't want anyone else to have him either. He's breaking up with you, do you understand? And we're not going to let you kill him or anyone else for that matter".

And then the third guy walked over to Vegeta and gave him a great big hug.

"You can go ahead on home now, little guy. And trust me, we all know that in spite of everything this whore has done to you that you still love him, so you can rest assured that we won't hurt him, okay, little man? We'll just have some fun with him for a little while."

"Oh, okay", Vegeta sniffed and dried his crocodile tears. "Goodbye, my beautiful Yammi. I'll always love you, you know. Sorry I wasn't man enough for you".

And with that, Vegeta walked out of the door, knowing full well that if Yamcha wanted to, he had the power to kick the living shit out of those three guys ease and leave that room. Vegeta curiously waited outside of the room for a while to see what Yamcha would do. It soon became obvious to him that Yamcha had chosen to stay and play with those men. And the sounds of Vegeta's uncontrollable laughter could be heard echoing down the halls of the old hotel and out onto the street! After all, he only just had to wait until tomorrow before he could return and retrieve the video cameras that he had had installed in that old hotel room. Just one more day, Yamcha, just one more day!

"No one touches what is mine and gets away with it,

no one."*

Supremely satisfied in his own mind that Yamcha's humiliation was complete, Vegeta flew home to Capsule Corporation.

*Toei Productions, Movie 7- Super Battle of 3 Super Saiyans.

(to be continued)