Hey guys! I know the harsh feelings but…*dodges banana peels and rotten tomatoes being thrown at her* Guys! *runs behind a over-turned table with a blow horn* Guys! Enough! I'm sorry, I honestly couldn't help it. Honest! I'll make this one super-de-doper long, ok? I'm really sorry!!! (not really but hey…reality bites…)
Hey, you know what I have decided? That's this is going to be mainly like all Bulma and Vegetable brain. 18 and Krillin and Chichi and Goku are just going to be little add ins. I have big plans for this fic! And no, Sara, I'm not telling… ;p I gave in! I told! Oh the shame of it all!
Chapter Niney
"What? That's…weird." Jenni raised an eyebrow and Bulma quickly held up a hand. "No offense, of course, it's just…I never pictured Vegeta having a sister. You call him Veggie?" She asked, giggling slightly. Jenni nodded happily.
"He positively hates it."
"Go figure." Chichi furrowed her brow in thought.
"Then why does King Vegeta make you a servant?"
"He hates me. I'm not even his. I was an 'accident'."
"Oh. Tell us the story kid!" 18 said eagerly, leaning forwards onto her knees.
"Shortly after King Vegeta chose my mother as his wife, she had Veggie. My mother hated King Vegeta but loved my brother. She decided to get even with the king and she slept with another man, and got pregnant. Of course, he killed her and the man a few minutes after I was born but didn't kill me because…ironic as this is…Vegeta wouldn't let him. He was only eight years old, but he didn't want me to die. He loves me and once he said that if the king ever made any threats to me he would kick his butt all the way to tim-buck-three because tim-buck-two wasn't far enough." She smiled again. "That made me laugh."
"He really said that? Wow. So King Vegeta really hates you, eh?" Jenni nodded.
"Yeah, he tells me that if Vegeta wasn't around he'd kill me in an instant."
"Kami, you better be careful! And it must be hard not knowing your mother." She shrugged lightly.
"Not as much as you may think. I'm just glad I didn't get to know her first. Then it would be hard." Bulma looked away and Chichi sighed. 18 rested her chin in her hand. Jenni looked concerned.
"What's wrong? What did I say?" Each girl went through with their tale, telling Jenni about their memories of their parents and how the woke up in that forest that soon became their home. Bulma read Jenni the letter her parents gave her. Jenni apologized profoundly for having her read that, but Bulma reassured her it was alright.
"I'm fine, really," Bulma persuaded her.
"Your sure?"
"Yes! It's not a problem, really. I'm serious. Now, let's do something besides sitting here." 18 and Chichi agreed but Jenni still was worried she had hurt Bulma. She uneasily brushed it off.
"You want to spar?" 18 asked curiously. Jenni's eyes lit up.
"Oh wow! Really? I never have anyone to spar with! Only Veggie, but he's to afraid he'll hurt me so he doesn't." She put her hands on her waist. "He doesn't think I can handle fighting. I'll show him." Chichi smiled at Jenni's ten year old innocence.
"Yeah, we'll show Mr. Veggie head what your made of," Bulma exclaimed and Jenni nodded.
"I'll take you to the room I train in once in a while."
They went down the hall aways and came to a steel door. Jenni put in a number and it popped open. The room was pure white and about half the size of the one Vegeta used on his ship. She walked into the middle of it and crossed her arms.
"Teach me, please." 18 grinned.
"That's what I'm here for, kid."
Until supper time, 18, Chichi, and Bulma taught Jenni the basics. She had quiet a lot of power behind her punches for a girl her size. When they were done, Jenni was dirty and sweaty.
"Uh," she mumbled, rubbing her aching muscles in her arm, "training is hard work. Does it ever get better?"
"Yeah. You just have to get used to it. It's best to train in the morning before you do anything else. I always think that how your training goes sets the pace for the day," 18 answered. Jenni groaned.
"Great job for today. I think we better get you cleaned up and a little supper." Jenni just nodded.
They walked down the hall, back to their room, talking about how Jenni could improve or something of the sort. They let her use the bathroom to take a shower and lent her a shirt and some shorts. She appeared even smaller in the oversized shirt. The black bike shorts fit a little loose, but they were ok. Chichi walked over to the 'fridge.
"Okie dokie, what do you want for dinner?" She looked back at Jenni, but she had her eyes closed and a strange look on her face. She sighed.
"Veggie says I have to go eat dinner with him and King Vegeta." Bulma widened her eyes.
"What do you mean?" Jenni laughed.
"I suppose you don't know much about telepathy, do you?"
"No way! That's cool!" Bulma exclaimed, jumping up and over to Jenni.
"Teach me! That would be great!"
^ It's not that hard, Bulma ^ Bulma backed away and Jenni just smiled. ^ I'll teach you how tomorrow in your free time, ok? ^ Bulma nodded, still a little creeped out that a little girl was inside her head. She had obviously talked to Chichi and 18 too, because Bulma could tell they where a little wierded out.
"I'll see you tomorrow, then?" Jenni nodded and walked out.
"What a cute little girl. That's so weird how she can do that!" Chichi said, munching on a few crackers. Bulma didn't really feel hungry until she saw Chichi eating, now her stomach was protesting angrily. She ravaged the whole mini-kitchen and made a PB&J sandwich. 18 followed pursuit.
"Hungry?" Chichi teased as 18 and Bulma went over for seconds. Bulma nodded earnestly. Chichi giggled and shook her head, calming nibbling her crackers.
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The next morning, Bulma woke up groggily. Her red silk blankets were twisted around her leg and she didn't want to get out from the mold she had made in the squishy mattress. She moaned as 18 came in and chucked a pillow at her.
"I'm coming, Kami," Bulma grumbled and rolled out of bed, resulting in landing on the floor with a hard clunk. "Ouch," she said dully.
18 laughed and remarked, " 'Morning sunshine."
Bulma grumpily got off the floor and threw the blankets she had taken with her onto the bed. "Speak for yourself. Where's breakfast."
Hobbling out into the main room, Bulma shielded her eyes from the bright light. Chichi smiled sarcastically.
"My goodness, isn't someone just miss happy pants today."
"Shut up and get me food." Chichi laughed and luckily knew Bulma well enough to know that she wasn't exactly a morning person.
Bulma sat on the floor and Chichi brought her a plate of strawberry jellied toast and a huge muffin. She mumbled her thanks and chewed away mindlessly. When she had eaten all her stomach could take, she dragged herself into her room to take a shower, with Chichi and 18 laughing behind her.
The cold water defiantly woke Bulma up. She gasped as she stepped under the icy spray. Quickly squeezing shampoo onto her palm, she smacked it onto her hair and began scrubbing. Strange thoughts wondered through her mind as she scrubbed away.
I wonder what I'm going to do today. I hope Vegeta's there…wait a second, why would I hope that? And that's strange that he cares so much for his sister. He can love after all. But like he'll ever love me. I'm getting my hopes up to far. She sighed heavily and attacked her head with conditioner.
She shivered as she stepped out of the shower. She used ki to dry herself off, then put on a black tank top and jean shorts. They didn't give her a specific thing to wear, so they couldn't complain. Bulma walked out into the main room where Chichi and 18 where arguing with (more like yelling at)…Bardock.
"We aren't free to even breath with out his royal-pain-in-the-ass consent!" 18 fumed, screaming at poor Bardock.
"Please, 18! Calm down! I'm sure King Vegeta will arranged you some free time. Please, just be patient, and don't think I'm not trying to get you as much time to yourself as I can get. Be grateful for what you have," he warned. He smiled when he saw Bulma walk into the room, looking a little confused.
"Don't even bother," Chichi hissed, "I'll briefly fill her in." She stood up next to Bulma. "Bulma, our work will be "monitored" consistently and before we even blink we must make sure it's ok with "The King." Sounds like a good plan, neh? To be stalked 24/7? Wow, the trust they have in us…" Chichi smiled sarcastically.
"Sounds like fun to me," Bulma spat bitterly. This isn't fair! We are going to watch like prisoners! Well, we kind of are but still! We amount to a least a little more then a dog…
Bardock sighed. "Girls, please. I can't do much about this! And I'm doing all I can. Please. Just, do your work and if you do it well enough maybe the king will let you have some time off." He stood up, then suddenly grinned mischievously. "Hey, Chichi, I think my son has a little thing for you…and 18, Krillin's all over you." He turned to leave and on his way out he added to Bulma, "Vegeta's thinkin' 'bout ya…" All three of the girls' eyes widened, then cheeks turned crimson as Bardock laughed and walked away.
"Do you really think so?" Chichi sang dreamily. 18 grinned.
"You can so tell, Chi. He is just your type, too!" Chichi spit out her tongue playfully.
"Yeah, well, I bet Krillin has you on his mind all the time! I bet even his food looks like you to him!" 18 and Bulma snorted and Chichi laughed.
"Whatever, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard," Bulma said abruptly. "Vegeta like me, ha. Funny. Vegeta can't love, this kind of love anyways. Of course he thinks I'm pretty, but nothing else. The only person Vegeta loves is Jenni, and that isn't even the right kind." Chichi put her hands on her hips and glanced at Bulma doubtfully.
"You don't really feel that way, do you?" she asked carefully.
"Of course I do! He is to arrogant to love anyone, especially me." And Bulma stomped off into her room sadly, knowing no matter how much she didn't want it to, what she had just said was true.
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Vegeta let out a yell of pure rage as he mercilessly pounded one of the guards.
"Damn bastard father!" He had just been talking with him and received countless insults once again about how he would never be good enough to be a king and that he should just kill him now to save him the rest of his embarrassed days. But most of all, he had threatened Jenni and…a new person to un-wanted-ly worry about, Bulma.
That woman. ~ This is crazy! I'm getting emotional over some beautiful woman and my sister! I can't let my feelings take hold of me, I already know what they cost. I thought I had stomped all of that stupid shit out of my system! I have to stop thinking of that woman. She is costing me too many lost battles and too much sleep. There's only one thing I can do, make her hate me. ~ Vegeta sighed while beating in the face of his unlucky victim. Even though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he knew deep inside that if would be extremely hard to face the fact that she hated him, no matter how much she needed to. Making her loath him would be simple. It was the part where he had to deal with her, that would be the problem. Especially when it took all he had to keep from throwing her up against the wall and taking her right there.
That was yet another problem. His dreams were getting more graphic every time he thought of her. He growled at his own idiocy. ~ I will not fall to emotions like those fools, Kakkarot or Krillin. Love is shit. ~ He bitterly threw the limp guard across the room and walked out into his own room, to take a shower and plan something to make that woman hate him.
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Bulma nervously walked down the hall to her new lab. Jenni had given her directions after their lesson. Bulma knew how to talk back to people when they where telepathically speaking to her, but still could figure out how to find people. And the three girls had become more and more fond of Jenni. She was so sweet and kind and never complained. She learned quickly and they had taught her how to direct her ki blasts. That was a rather destructive lesson. She kept getting upset with herself, mentally, for not being able to get it. Finally, she had directed a ki ball pretty well and Bulma made sure to give her extra praise. She was extremely hard on herself, but then again, she was Vegeta's little sister.
Bulma put her hand on the censor and the door opened. Bulma gasped and smirked inwardly. Look at this gold mine! I could make anything and everything here! Wow! This planet has some good sides…
There where viles and burners and shelves and shelves full of samples everywhere. There where tools of every kind, every measurement. There where fifty different kinds of metal everywhere, along with everything she'd need to make anything. And in the front of the room, there was a huge empty desk with the name "Bulma Briefs, Lab Manager" on the front. Bulma held back the urge to squeal. She walked briskly over to her desk and there was someone, a friendly looking saiyan lady, standing next to it.
"Welcome, Miss Briefs. Before I begin showing you around there are a few rules I need to go over with you…" and she rambled on as Bulma gloriously absorbed every detail of the room in. She made a pact to memorize this whole room that day. Her fingers and mind itched to go experiment or make something. "Are you listening?" The lady snapped Bulma back to the lab.
"What?" The lady laughed.
"You weren't listening, where you?" Bulma flushed and the lady chuckled some more.
"That's alright, I didn't expect you to." She smiled warmly. "Hey, my name's Lanai. Why don't I show you around?" Bulma quickly shook her head.
"Not to be rude or anything, but I can't help this. I want to get working. Give me something to do." Lanai laughed and gave her a stack of papers.
"The top of the list is in most importance to the kingdom. King Vegeta says you must work on them in order. Have fun! Oh, and you get an hour of free time after lunch. Then you must be back here at two and you will work until seven, then the king would like you and your friends to attend a formal gathering tonight. The information will be given to you later today." Bulma nodded eagerly and almost ran to her desk, sat down, turned on a lamp and read the first thing King Vegeta wanted.
A more simple, yet still in working order re-gen tank. To sell? Ooh, this will be fun! And she quickly got to work, drawing out the blue prints eagerly.
A few hours later, Bulma's stomach reminded her that she needed to eat soon. She glanced at the clock on the wall. 12:30! Uh! I'm a little more hungry then I first caught on…what to eat? Hey! Maybe Chichi's in the kitchen! That'll be great!
She walked out of the room, asking a worker nearby to gather all of the things she had on her list. The person nodded.
Bulma was in a wonderful mood, much happier then when she was that morning. Nothing could dampen her spirits now…
Vegeta snorted as Bulma walked by him. She jumped slightly, not seeing him standing in a door way.
"Leave me alone, Vegeta."
"That's Prince Vegeta to you, woman." Bulma growled but inwardly scolded herself to try not to let Vegeta get on her nerves.
"Whatever." She walked past him and she could nervously feel his eyes boring into him. Ever since Vegeta had beaten her up on the ship she was always a little jumpy around him. But like she would let on to that! She would rather die then let that freak know she was a little afraid of him.
"Bulma!" Someone yelled and Bulma looked up.
"Jenni?" Jenni ran around the corner and came up to her, panting. "What's the matter?"
"Oh nothing." She smiled. "Chichi just sent me to find you, that's all. Where are you working?" Bulma was a little relieved. She had thought for a moment something was wrong.
"In the science lab, why?" Jenni innocently shrugged.
"I dunno. Just wondering." Bulma though it impossible, but Jenni's face lit up even more when Vegeta came scowling down the hall.
"Hi Veggie!" Vegeta's scowl deepened.
"Don't call me that! I thought I told you already, various times." Jenni laughed.
"Yeah, well, mm." She squinted and stuck out her tongue. Vegeta rolled his eyes and tried to mess up her hair but she dodged the attempt. Bulma laughed.
"What's your problem, woman?" Vegeta spat and both Jenni and Bulma glared.
"Gosh, Veggie. You don't have to be so crabby." She put her hands on her hips.
"I can be if I want and I will. Now leave me alone, you little brat." And he continued to storm down the hall. Jenni's brows furrowed as she crossed her arms.
"He is crabby today. Gosh. Oh well!" She smiled, shrugged and took Bulma's hand and dragged her down the hall to the diner. Bulma just laughed at her 10 year old lightheartedness among all of the horrible things she goes through. It was simply amazing.
Jenni was at first shy and self conscious, but she warmed up to the three very well. She never complained and was always the first to help. She had a sweet heart and never got angry. It was amazing how calm and nice that kid was.
"Hi Bulma!" Goku had a huge smile on his face as he stuffed it with noodles. Chichi sweat dropped.
"Hey, Bulma, Jenni." Bulma grinned and looked around the room at 18 and Krillin and…Vegeta. Her grin dissipated when she saw him leaning against the wall in the corner, munching on some celery. Bulma was about to comment about the relation of his food and his name, when King Vegeta walked in.
The end. No, not the end of the whole thing but sadly enough I have written the last few paragraphs. Hehe, I couldn't help myself. Hehe. So, how's life? No, don't tell me your problems 'cuz frankly, I don't want to know and don't really care. OK? Ok.
Sorry, in a little bad mood at the moment. Brother's being a stupid retard. Welps, get out there and review and boost my ego! (And no, saying "Dun dun dun!" doesn't help much. And don't diss my title, because I do take things quiet personally. *mumbles* damn right you can't judge a book by it's cover…) Ok, keep in touch and go read DragoXtreme's story, damn it.