Phew! Okay. This is obviously Chapter 8! Um...I have nothing more to say so I'll split and let you read.
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I was rather shocked by his last remark. 'Try me?' Was that a threat? Or maybe he was just saying that. He always had a tendency to say things he didn't truly mean. Like when he used to say he didn't care about anybody. But this time he sounded dead serious.
"Come on Vegeta, you wouldn't give up your precious training just to keep me from going to Kami's!" I reasoned.
"Oh? What do I have to train for? There is no 'bad-guys' lurking around, and even if there were I could easily defeat them. Besides, I can train with Trunks in the yard while you sit."
"Uh-huh, right, and just let myself be blown away by your energy blasts? Your insane!" I screamed.
"Fine! Then I won't train at all! I can defeat anybody that dares challenge me!" He growled.
"Right! That's what you said about Buu!" I screamed then immediately wished I hadn't. I knew that after his fight with Buu he had changed a lot. Even though he would never show or say it in any way, but deep down that definitely hurt his feelings.
"Vegeta...I...didn't mean that..." I stuttered, completely ashamed of what I had said.
"I know." He stated simply.
"What?" I asked, totally not expecting that reply.
"I know that you get high-tempered in our fights and say things you don't mean. I know that as soon as you said it you regretted it so I really have to reason to get angry."
I looked up with a clueless face. He was, is, and always will be a living mystery to me as long as I live. Sighing, I gave up and silently surrendered. I could not win this, he would keep an eye on me until I figured it out, forgot about it, or died. I'll figure it out, I thought, I won't be guarded forever, Vegeta. I'll figure out a way to get you distracted long enough to let me go to Kami's tower. You just wait...
"What now?" I asked, expecting him to start ordering me to follow him everywhere.
"Go do what you want. It's not like I have anything to do since I cannot train." He said rather irritated.
"Right..." I replied slowly.
Taking one cautious step towards the door, I waited to see if he would follow me like he vowed. Sure enough, he took one step towards me, which angered me just to think about having someone following my every step. Right then I crammed my brain with logical and ridiculous thoughts on how to get him distracted. Kill him, lock him in the gravity room, starve him, make him watch the Brady Bunch until he can't see anymore, make him sleep on the couch, put itching powder down his clothes, cut his hair off, tickle him, get him to go to sleep, have sex with him, beat him over the head with a pole... I knew that 99% of all the things I thought of would NOT work, even though they sounded fun. Although the 10th one didn't sound bad to me...
I was staring at him the whole time while I was thinking of ways to distract him. As soon as I thought about 'the 10th one' I smirked and noticed his frown of confusion as he watched me like he was trying to read my mind. He probably was.
I sharply turned and headed towards our bedroom to think more. I totally blew off the fact that he was going to follow me and I wouldn't be able to think while he was staring at me, thinking about God knows what. I remember it when he was sitting right there with me when I flopped onto my bed, though. I looked at him angrily to see a look that seemed almost amused. I sighed, and tried one last attempt.
"Vegeta, why won't you tell me?" I asked softly.
"Because I do want my head bitten off." He said, then immediately his eyes got bigger as he realized what he just revealed. I could almost see the blood as he bit down on his tongue, punishing himself.
I sat up and thought about that. Well, now I was more worried because whatever he did must have been pretty brutal for him to worry about me getting mad.
"Why would I be mad?" I asked, totally calm.
"Because I know the way you are, and you would be mad."
As if shot down from the sky and into my forehead I thought of the perfect way to tease him into telling me... I smiled up at him as prettily as I could.
"Does that mean that you don't want to make me mad because you care about me and don't like me being angry at you?" I asked as dreamily as I could, and rewarded myself with the look on his face - totally speechless.
"No! I...just...don't...like you being mad because it is annoying to hear your pathetic screaming!" He sputtered. I knew that he had just thought that up off of the top of his head, and that it was a complete lie. Even if he wouldn't tell me the truth, I was having lots of fun teasing him about his feelings towards me. I sat up all the way and stood up on my bed, then jumped down in a sitting position on Vegeta's lap, hooking my arms around his neck.
"Aw, it's okay Vegeta, you can tell me the truth." I purred, trying harder than ever not to bust up in laughter. I didn't think I could hold it in much longer, but I was trying.
"There is nothing to tell." He said sternly, in a way that spoke 'Leave me alone' silently. I was not about to do that any time soon...
"Of course there is, baby." I said sweetly, very, very, VERY, close to dieing in laughter. I didn't think I could take it much longer. I never EVER called him 'baby,' and I figured he would figure out that I was toying with him after I said that since I never called him that. I smirked inwardly when he looked at me like I was someone he'd never seen before. He had one eyebrow up like The Rock, eyes enlarged, and a look that looked almost disgusted, but not quite. He suddenly shook his head and pushed me off of him gently. He looked like he wanted to speak, but was cut off by my uncontrollable laughter. I just laughed and laughed until I thought I would suffocate. I sat up, heaving for air.
"Vegeta...you didn't...really think I was serious...did you?" I stumbled, still choking because of my lack of air. He looked up at me and I swear I could pinpoint the moment when the realization clicked.
"Of course not! I knew you were playing all along, I just decided to play along." He lied. I could tell it was not the truth from the way he looked. I knew him too well. I guess I'll never know, but I think he realizes how good I know him. I sat up and lightly slapped his face playfully, smiling still. I hugged him lightly also, silently telling him that it was okay to be fooled once in a while, that he wasn't as smart and tough as he let on. I parted from him and lied back down on my back, staring at the ceiling.
"You're not going to just lie there are you?" He asked, rather disappointedly. I figured he didn't like just sitting on the bed doing absolutely nothing, and wanted something to do. I knew what he wanted but I wasn't giving him anything until I got an answer. I decided to tell him exactly the way it was going to be.
"Yes, Vegeta. I'm going to lie here until I'm good and ready to get up. And if you plan to keep to your word and sit there and watch me, then do it. No, your not getting any sex until I get an answer, and don't try to deny it, because I know that's what you where thinking." I stated matter-of-factly. I saw him blink once, then shake his head lightly and lean against the wall, not answering. I sighed, wondering how I was going to get out of this mess. I turned my eyes alone towards Vegeta. He had his eyes closed. I guess he's meditating... I thought. I stared at him for awhile, studying him. I never really had a chance to just look at him. After I started looked at him, I couldn't draw my eyes away. I loved the way he looked. He had an awesome body, but of course training all your life doesn't really leave you limp... I loved his face, handsome, yet always a mystery. When I was in the right mood, I swear he could melt me by just talking. I adored his voice, it was deep and evil, yet sometimes very sexy. I giggled to myself when I thought that, causing him to open his eyes and look at me. I wish he hadn't done that, because right them I got lost into his eyes. There really wasn't much to his eyes visually, but I could see all the mysterious thoughts and feelings through them. I guess eyes really are the Window to the Soul...
"Why are you staring at me like that, woman?"
I snapped out of my trance to see him staring back at me with a confused and flattered look on his face. I quickly said 'no reason' as a reply and turned on my other side so I wasn't facing him. Right then I saw that spider again. That spider... The same spider that started this whole mess. I looked at it for a little bit, and from my expert scientist mind I calculated that it was a male. I watched it sit in the middle of the wall, just.........sitting there. I decided to name him, which was highly unusual for my anti-bug mind. But I thought of him as a part of this whole thing as well as me. He was there in the beginning, he was there on the night it all started, and he is here now, just sticking to the wall, eerily still. I thought of many names, but none seemed to suite the little thing well. Well, it is black, it is mysterious and very silent...Zorro? I laughed out loud at that. Zorro! How strange, yet perfect. Zorro it is! I thought happily. I've never had a 'pet' before...not that I counted Zorro as a pet. He wasn't my pet. Sooner or later something would eat him or he would die or get stepped on. I sighed to myself at my foolishness but smiled anyways.
Finally boredom dropped onto me like a ton of bricks. I had to do something. I got up and went downstairs, and sure enough my little stalker was right there behind me. I went into my lab to do some studying, but changed my mind when Vegeta followed me down and I realized I could never study while he was watching me. Instead I got into my plane and opened my enormous sunroof to fly right out of the house. I didn't notice anybody following me, but when I looked to my right my little hubby was sitting in my passenger seat. Angered, I charged in the direction to Kami's tower, believing that if he was inside the plane instead of outside, he couldn't hold it still. I could hear him sigh like he was annoyed. He calmly got up and opened the plane door and jumped out the door. I felt the lurch, and since I knew it was coming anyways I wasn't as mad. I saw him appear in my window as he did the first time.
"Sorry Vegeta, I was trying to go to the mall. I guess I could have taken a different route." I said as innocently as possible. The mall was in the direction I was headed, but it was most definitely wasn't the place I had been heading for.
"Yes, you can. And you will." He demanded. He calmly got back into the aircraft and crossed his arms again. Sighing to myself in defeat, I turned back around and headed back towards the house. As I was flying, I suddenly felt this intense guilt being built up inside of me for lying to Vegeta. Sure, it was just a little lye, nothing he didn't say to me, but I felt conscience nag and me.
"Vegeta?" I whispered.
"What?" he asked, in a way that sounded more like, 'Don't ask me about Kami's tower anymore...'
"I wasn't heading to the mall. I was trying to get to Kami's tower. I'm sorry for lying to you. I guess I was kind of angry." I whispered, as shamed as ever. I saw him look over at me, so I turned my head to meet his gaze. He was looking at me as though I had just called science the nastiest and worst subject around. I knew he was surprised by my honesty, as I expected from him.
"Right..." was the only reply I heard before he returned to sitting in his solemn position.
I reached the house and parked my plane inside of my 'garage.' I hopped out of it to see Vegeta close by. I glanced at the time to see that it was close to noon. Lunch time...
Bra and Trunks told me they were going to 'train awhile' after breakfast, so I'll probably find them in there, I thought to myself as I temporarily wondered where my children were. I walked to the chamber door and knocked lightly. I heard the gravity going down and a phew sighs of exhaustion before the door opened to reveal my two kids beaten, dirty, torn, and cut.
"You two need to get cleaned up, I'm going to make lunch." I ordered in the motherly tone all women have.
"Sure mom. Um dad?" Bra asked.
"What?"
"Why are you with mom?" She asked, in the same way little kids ask where babies come from.
"Because he's following me around." I answered for him, sounding very irritated.
"Why?" She asked, sounding very perplexed.
"Long story. Don't ask." I replied for Vegeta again; I said it in a way that said, 'I mean what I said, so obey.' She obviously got the hint as she backed off immediately to go clean up, followed by her confused brother.
I walked back into the kitchen with Vegeta scowling at me the whole way for answering questions that were directed to him. I walked in and pressed my little button for cooking robots and they appeared quickly. I turned to Vegeta.
"What do you feel like for lunch?" I asked.
He thought. "I don't care."
"Neither do I! What do you want?" I demanded, receiving a scowl.
"Chicken!" He said. I knew that he just said that to satisfy me, even though he truly could care less if I made chicken or not. Nonetheless, I obeyed. I turned to one robot and punched in the numbers and letters that 'told' it to make 50 chickens. In the second I told it to make 50 pounds of mashed potatoes and gravy, and in the last to make 45 pounds of corn. I left them to their work as I prepared the drinks myself. I got out three enormous glasses and one normal sized. I poured each one with Pepsi and waited for my children and robots to get done with their tasks.
Everything was made and set in less than 15 minutes (thanks to my brilliant technology) and was ready to be eaten as soon as everybody arrived.
"TRUNKS! BRA! Hurry up! Dinner is ready!" I screamed at them, wondering why they were taking so long. I had locked Vegeta out of the kitchen to prevent him from stealing any food, and was growing impatient. If they didn't hurry, he would eat all the food.
They ran down the stairs yelling their apologies as they raced into the kitchen to eat. They all pigged out, as usual. I ate my tiny portion silently, guarding it from their enormous appetites. I finished first, as expected, while they were still working on the desert that was made by my mother as a surprise. It was in the refrigerator, although I'll never know how it made it's way to the table.
After Bra and Trunks finished, Bra announced she was going upstairs in her room, and Trunks said he was going 'out.'
"Wait a second, Trunks." I said sternly, causing him to turn around stiffly. "Where are you going?"
"I...uh...well...to...um..." he stuttered.
"Spit it out, boy!" Vegeta yelled. Vegeta and I both knew that he didn't want to tell us where he was going, and that he was probably going to lye his way out of this one.
"I'm going out with a friend." He said slowly.
"Who?" I asked. I saw his eyes narrow at me angrily for asking so many questions, and at that moment he looked more like his father than ever. Abruptly I saw Vegeta's face look as though somebody just revealed something to him.
"Go on. Go out with your 'friend." He agreed. I was going to object but all I had time to scream was that he'd better be back before the curfew. I sharply turned to Vegeta.
"Why did you let him go?!" I yelled.
He was smirking. "Because."
"Do you know where he could be going?!?!" I screamed.
"I know where he's going." He replied slyly.
"Vegeta! I'm 100% sure he's going to see Pan!" I shrieked.
"Yes, yes, I know that. Let him go with her, if they are 'going out' as you humans put it, then why should he not?" He said as though he were impatient, and mysterious and curious at the same time.
"How...did...how...did you know that they were-"
"-I knew you'd ask." He cut in. He looked at me with that smirk that told me he's known about it a lot longer than I have.
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Cool? I changed my mind!!!!!! I'm totally reversing what I had said in my last chapter's A/N. I would rather get the Trunks/Pan stuff all settled before I get the mystery part of this done. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I write for your reviews people!!! Comon!"
