::Thoughts:: //Memories// Speaking Mentally

::Thoughts:: //Memories// Speaking Mentally

Disclaimers – I don't own DBZ, nor any of the Characters except Tynan, Nikki, Tracy, and Vor. Pieter Stoephoer was given to me by MangyTomCat. Please don't sue me, I have no money. Enjoy! Tynan79.

Chapter 3

"What makes you think I've got room for her here Goku??" ChiChi bellowed at her husband.

"Well, I couldn't leave her at Capsule Corp. What was I supposed to do? Besides, Goten won't mind sleeping on the couch for a while." Goku put a hand behind his head and grinned at his wife. He had found in the past, this was the best way to get her to stop being mad at him. Unfortunately, lately, it hadn't been working too well.

"Actually dad, I was kinda thinking of just staying at Gohan's. They've got a spare room. If that's ok with you, mom." Goten said, giving his mom his best puppy dog look.

ChiChi sighed as she looked from her husband to her son. "Ok Goten. Just remember you've got those repairs to do in town next week. I told the shop keeper you would get the problems fixed in about 2 days." ChiChi then went back into the kitchen to go finish fixing dinner. Goten went upstairs to pack a bag, and then headed next door to his brothers house. Videl opened the door.

"Oh, hi Goten! What brings you here?" she asked as she stepped aside to let him in.

"Well, I was wondering if I could stay here for a little while," he said. Gohan walked in and looked at his younger brother with concern.

"You didn't get into another fight with mom, did you?" he asked.

Goten shook his head. "No, we've got someone staying over, and I'd rather not sleep on the couch."

Videl frowned. "Who's staying over? ChiChi didn't mention anything about it too me."

"Well," he sighed, "it appears that Vegeta has a daughter. A full Saiya-jin, that he didn't know 'bout. Anyway, Vegeta took off to 'Train' and Bulma wouldn't let her stay because she hurt Trunks pretty bad. So Piccolo suggested she stay with us."

They had walked into the kitchen as he finished his explanation.

"Wow! And Vegeta believed her?" Videl asked as she went back to cooking.

"Well, she had this little computer thing, and after Vegeta read through it, he said she might be. Then he spaced out, and when he came back, he said she was his daughter. Then he left. So I guess she must be. So, is it ok if I stay here?" he asked again.

Gohan grinned. "Of course! You're always welcome here."

Goten smiled back. "Thanks bro, I appreciate it." He started up the stairs. Half way up he was nearly run over by two small creatures running at a high rate of speed. Upon seeing him, both creatures stopped and jumped on him.

"Goten!" one cried.

"Uncle!" shouted the other one.

Goten smiled and tried to pull them off. "Now Pan…let go of your Uncle's arm so he doesn't drop his bag. Bra, please let go of my leg so I can go up the stairs. No no…Pan, please don't throw that bag…it's got all of your Uncle's clothes in it. Bra…will you please let go of my leg…" Finally he turned his head and looked back down the stairs. "GOHAN! Why didn't you tell me Pan had a friend sleeping over and that it was Bra! I'd rather take the couch!"

Gohan laughed. "Come on Goten, you can deal with both of them! I do all the time. You should be happy that Marron isn't here too. Girls, come on downstairs and let Goten get settled in, you can use him as your human climbing toy after dinner."

Both girls squealed with delight and bolted down the stairs. Sighing, Goten trudge upstairs to the room he would use for a while, and collapsed on the bed. It was going to be a long night.

*****

Piccolo sat and watched as Vegeta pounded away at an invisible opponent. He had already gone Super Saiya-jin, and Piccolo had a feeling he wouldn't stop until he had drained all his energy completely. Not that that was a bad thing. He had a lot of energy pent up at the moment. If he expended most of it, he would probably be capable of holding a fairly decent conversation. Piccolo closed his eyes and went back to meditating. He knew Vegeta would come to him when he was ready to talk.

Vegeta punched, kicked, and fired ki blasts at something only he could see. He knew the Namek was patiently waiting for him to talk, but he wasn't ready just yet. He wasn't sure if he would ever be ready. He had a daughter. A full-blooded Saiya-jin daughter. How could he not have known. Suddenly he stopped and looked over at the Namek. It would be more fun if he had a flesh and blood sparring partner. Someone who would fight back and hit back. Grinning he flew over to where the Namek sat meditating.

"Namek." Vegeta waited for him to acknowledge him. Slowly the Namek looked up.

"You know, Vegeta, we have been friends for many years, why is it that you still insist on calling me Namek?" he asked him, looking truly puzzled. Vegeta smirked.

"For the same reason I still call that 3rd class Saiya-jin baka Kakarot, because I feel like it. Now, do you want to spar? Or would you rather sit here and take a nap?"

"Hm…and here I thought you were ready to talk. Well, I suppose I could use a good spar. But I won't go easy on you, just because you had a bad day." Piccolo stood up, and stretched a little. Vegeta smirked and flew over to the area he had just been in the process of destroying. Piccolo flew over and they both dropped into a fighting stance.


"Whenever you're ready Namek." Vegeta said. Piccolo disappeared and reappeared in front of him. "How about now?"

*****

Several hours later, Piccolo and Vegeta lay stretched out on their backs, staring up at the sky. The area around them was completely destroyed. At one point, Vegeta had gone as high as Super Saiya-jin Level 2. Piccolo had long ago discarded his weighted turban, cape and shoulder pads.

"So, you ready to talk now? Or still feel like beating the shit out of something?" Piccolo asked Vegeta.

Vegeta just grunted.

"I'll take that as a yes. So tell me Vegeta, why did you go from saying she might be your daughter, to she was your daughter?" Piccolo looked over at him.

Vegeta sighed. "Did I ever tell you about those dreams I was having?" he asked.

Piccolo looked thoughtful for a moment. "Which ones?"

"No, I don't think I told anyone about this, it was just so…odd. Anyway, it turns out that Tynan was the cause of them. She's definitely my daughter. I never could remember the whole dream, until today. If I'm lucky they'll go away now and I can get some sleep. Been a while since I got a good night's sleep. Though I have a feeling that Bulma will insist that I sleep on the couch for a while. I believe she blames me for Trunk's damage. Course it's not my fault, I'm the one who saved his sorry ass. Goku as usual was too stupid to realize Trunks was almost dead. Goten was too busy checking her out." He sighed and looked over at Piccolo. "Don't ever get married my friend, or have kids. They'll be the death of you."

Piccolo chuckled. "Yeah right. Like I'm going to find someone who wouldn't mind marring a tall green guy from outer space. And I'm definitely not having kids. I have enough of adopted ones to worry about."

Vegeta grinned. "You did a great job with all of us, dad!"

Piccolo growled. "If I could move, I would kick your ass for that comment Vegeta!"

Vegeta sighed. "I suppose it's time for me to go see what happened to Tynan. Hopefully Bulma hasn't killed her."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Bulma ordered her out, so I told Goku to take her to his house until you figured out what you were going to do. That will buy you some time." Piccolo looked back to the sky.

"Thanks. That will give me…oh about an hour. As soon as I arrive home, Bulma will demand to know what I plan to do with her. Of course, since I'm already on the couch because of what happened to Trunks, it won't matter much if I tell her I have no fucking clue and to leave me alone so I can think about it. That'll give me…oh…about 2 weeks total on the couch. Of course, after 1 week, she'll let me back in, but I'll get kicked out after she's had her fun."

Piccolo looked at Vegeta with an odd expression on his face. "My friend, that is more about your sex life than I needed to know!"

Vegeta smirked before standing up. "Remember, tell anyone I came out here and I'll blow your ass to hell. I was training, on my own. Got it?"

Piccolo grinned. "Of course. Why would I tell anyone that you and I are actually friends? It would ruin both our reputations as bad guys. Don't let Bulma push you around too much. You have a right to get to know your daughter." Piccolo then blasted off into the night sky, heading towards his waterfall, near Goku's house.

As Vegeta approached Capsule Corp., he spotted 2 lights on. One was in his & Bulma's room, the other was his son's.

::Hm…looks like they didn't leave a light on for me. That's not a good sign.::

He landed without making a sound in front of the kitchen door. He walked in, and his stomach reminded him that it had been quite a while since his last meal. He raided the refrigerator and after a nice filling dinner, he made his way upstairs.

Upon entering his room, he found Bulma asleep in their bed, a book in her lap. Vegeta stripped off his sweaty training clothes, and took a quick shower. After his shower, he walked over and set the book on Bulma's night stand and shut the light off. He walked back around to his side of the bed and was just climbing in, when Bulma's voice stopped him.

"And just what do you think you're doing, Vegeta?" she asked.

Vegeta settled into his side of the bed. "Going to sleep, Woman, like I thought you were."

Bulma shook her head. "I don't think so, at least, not in this bed."

Vegeta growled dangerously. "Why are you still mad at me, Woman? If it wasn't for me, your son would be dead! You should be thanking me, not kicking me out of the bed!"

Bulma sighed. "That's not why I'm pissed at you."

Vegeta looked confused. "Why else would you be pissed at me?"

"Because, you jerk, you never told me about that girl or her mom!" Bulma shouted at him, sitting up in bed to glare at her husband.

Vegeta looked at his mate, and let his exasperation show.

"What did you think, Woman? That I lived like one of these monks you have here? Well, I'd hate to disappoint you, but I've slept with many women before you! And besides, you don't see me getting all teary-eyed over the fact that you and that pathetic weakling human slept together. So why should you care how many whores and servants I've screwed?"

"Why do you have to bring Yamcha into this conversation? It has nothing to do with him! This is between you and me! And besides, you knew about Yamcha, I didn't know about these other women!"

By now, Bulma and Vegeta were kneeling on the bed, nose to nose, yelling at each other.

"Well, at least I hadn't even thought of anyone else for at least a year before I slept with you! You still smelled like Yamcha that night!"

"Just what the hell are you trying to say Vegeta? Well, I'm waiting!"

Just then, the door flew open. "Would you two cut it out! There are injured people in this house who have to be to work in 6 hours!" Trunks yelled.

Bulma and Vegeta both looked at him.

"Not until she apologizes!"

"Not until he apologizes!" they both yelled at the same time. Then they turned to glare at one another.

"Me? Apologize?? Not in this life time!" they both yelled at each other.

Then Bulma growled. "That's it! OUT!"

Trunks sighed. "Ok, ok, fine, I'm leaving." He slowly trudged back to his room to see if he could find ear plugs.

"Well, what are you still doing here Vegeta? I meant you too! You can have the couch, or Goku's house. Take your pick!" She then grabbed his pillow and threw it out the door.

Vegeta growled, but stood up. He walked to his pillow, picked it up, then marched back to the bed, and flopped down onto it. He rolled so his back was to his mate.

"Just what do you think you're doing Vegeta!?! Didn't you hear me?" Bulma shouted at him.

"Woman, would you leave me alone so I can get some sleep. In case you don't remember, I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in over 8 months, and I intend to make the best out of tonight, by sleeping all night, peacefully, with no dreams. Now shut up, or you can go sleep on the couch." And with that, Vegeta closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Bulma sat there staring at him for a few moments, then growled. ::That's it!:: she thought. ::Starting tomorrow night, he's sleeping on the couch indefinitely!:: She rolled so her back was too him, and fell asleep.