Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or the Beatles, or Lonely Hearts Club, but I did once work there.
It was now roughly 7pm on Friday. Since everyone else had gone out for the evening, Bulma was alone in her dorm. Vegeta had gone to train for a couple hours, but once he was done, he and Bulma were going to dinner before she went home. She was sitting on her computer typing an e-mail to one of her friends when there was a knock on the door. Bulma stood up and slowly walked to the door. She looked out the peephole. She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Vegeta standing outside. She opened the door.
"Hey." Said Bulma.
"Hey yourself. What the hell took you so long to answer the door? Your room's not that big." Said Vegeta as he walked in. Bulma shut and locked the door behind him.
"Shut up, Vegeta. I was busy." Snapped Bulma.
"Whatever. So did you still want to go to dinner? I'm starving."
"Yea, but I'm still intrigued by this capsule stuff you showed me earlier. Show me how it works again." Asked Vegeta as he sat down on their couch.
"Ok." Sighed Bulma as she got out her encapsule gun, "This is an encapsule gun. This is what puts the stuff into the capsule."
"Is there a limit to what a capsule can hold?" asked Vegeta.
"Well, there are different size capsules. The largest capsule we have can hold up to 200 tons." Said Bulma.
"Wow."
"Yea, so, you load the capsule in the gun," she demonstrated on how it was done, "then you place the tip of the gun on top of the item you want in the capsule. Here I'll so you on my bags." She placed the tip of the gun on top her bags, "and then all you have to do is pull the trigger, and Presto..." she pulled the trigger and her bags where popped into a capsule.
"So these can hold up to 200 tons?" asked Vegeta as he picked the capsule up off the floor.
"Well, not this particular one, but another type of capsule."
"This is an interesting little item, as retarded as it is."
"Do you always insult everything you like?" asked Bulma.
"Yep, Bitch."
Meanwhile, Vega and Piccolo were shopping on the other side of town.
"So, where do you want to go for dinner?" asked Piccolo.
"It doesn't really matter. Some place quiet." Said Vega. They continued to walk down the street for a couple more blocks until they passed a little restaurant.
"How about here?" asked Piccolo, "It looks kind of neat."
"The Lonely Hearts Club?" questioned Vega; "It sounds like a singles bar."
"Well, I don't think it's that." Laughed Piccolo.
"Why not? It's called Lonely Hearts."
"Well, for one, it's got the logo from Sargent Pepper on the door."
"What's Sargent Pepper?" asked Vega.
"Have you ever heard of The Beatles?" asked Piccolo almost shocked.
"The Beatles?"
"Oh Kami." Laughed Piccolo as he drug her into the restaurant. They walked in the door and stood in the doorway for a moment. "This, Vega, is the Beatles." Piccolo and Vega looked at the walls of the restaurant, which were covered from top to bottom with Beatles memorabilia. Vega looked at one of the pictures on the wall.
"What the hell are they wearing?" Laughed Vega, "They look so geeky."
"They're one of the pioneers of Rock and Roll. Hell, not just Rock and Roll, but all music." Smiled Piccolo.
"Interesting. Are they singing the song that playing on the overhead?"
"Yea, the songs called "Here Comes The Sun (c)."
"Hmm, it's cute." Smiled Vega, "Well, lets go to the counter and order something to eat, then you can tell me about all this stuff on the wall." They were about to walk over to the counter when Vega stopped Piccolo. "Hey, what is that?"
"That is a phone booth." Said Piccolo. "It looks like a replica of the ones in London."
"Where's London?"
"Oh Lord, Vega, you really don't know much about this planet, do you?"
"No. That's why you're here. To teach me." Smiled Vega.
"I'm not from this planet either, but I know more about it than you do."
"How long have you lived here?" asked Vega as they walked up to the counter.
"Since I was about 15." Said Piccolo as they looked at the menu.
"Wow, everything looks so go and I'm starving." Laughed Vega. The two looked at the menu for a couple minutes and then Vega looked up to the man behind the counter. "I think we're ready to order."
"We'll serve you, but not that." Said the man behind the counter pointing at Piccolo.
"Excuse me!" snapped Vega.
"Come one, let's go." Said Piccolo grabbing Vega's arm, as he quickly wanted to leave the diner.
"What? NO! I want to know what his problem is." Said Vega as she shook her arm out of Piccolo's grip. "That the Hell is your problem? You mean you'll serve me but not him."
"We don't like things like that in our establishment." Snarled the man behind the counter.
"HE is a person, not a thing." Yelled Vega.
"Come on, Vega. Let's go." Said Piccolo.
"I'm not done yet." Said Vega.
"If you two don't leave now, I'm going to call the cops." Said the man behind the counter.
"You touch that phone and I'll make sure, you don't have a place left for the cops to come to. Let me ask you a question. What makes you think I'm any different than him?"
"You're not green and you're not an alien." Snapped the man. Vega laughed.
"You stupid Fuck." Yelled Vega as she started to form a Ki ball in her hand, "You think that because I'm not green, I'm not an alien."
"Vega, stop this." Said Piccolo. Vega brought the Ki ball up from her waist. It was about the size of a basketball.
"You think that because I look like you, I'm human. I'm a saiyan you dolt." Vega's eyes flashed green for a second, "Here, I want you to have this. It's a present from Vegetasei, just remember what aliens are going to cover your ass in case of a war." Vega placed the Ki ball on the counter, blew the man a kiss and walked past Piccolo and out the door. Piccolo followed her out and found her in the alley next to the diner. She was leaning up against the wall.
"So where do you want to go eat?" she laughed. Piccolo walked up to her and looked her dead in the eyes.
"You have got to work on your temper. Now, go back in there and get that ball off the mans counter." Said Piccolo.
"Nah, I'm gonna let him sweat for a while." Said Vega as she began to walk down the sidewalk with a victory stride to her walk.
"Vega, get in there and get that blast away from him." Said Piccolo walking up to her. Vega stopped and turned to him.
"Piccolo," she cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "don't worry about it." She leaned up and sweetly kissed him. "It was a dud." She said before she kissed him a little longer.
"You give Saiyan's a bad name." Said Piccolo as he kissed her back.
"Yep." Smiled Vega.
Back on campus, Bulma and Vegeta had come back from dinner. Bulma insisted that he stay and keep her company until she left, which was soon.
"Why are you going home so late?" asked Vegeta, "You hate driving at night."
"I wanted both of my parents to be home when I get there." Said Bulma, "Well, I think I'm ready to go." Bulma had two bags on her shoulders and on more on the ground. She was about to reach down and get it, when Vegeta stopped her.
"I'll get it." Smiled Vegeta, "You look like you're about to fall over. Give me one of the bag on your shoulder too."
"Thanks." Bulma smiled back and handed him one of her bags. Once again, they got lost in each other's eyes, but the moment quickly ended when Vegeta looked away and walked to the door. Vegeta opened the door for her and they walked out to her car in the lot across from their building.
"Don't you get ticketed if you park in this lot?" asked Vegeta as they walked to her car.
"Only during the week." Said Bulma as she stopped behind her car. She opened the trunk of her car and Vegeta helped her put her bags into her car.
"Well, have a good weekend. You'll be back on Sunday right?" asked Vegeta.
"Yea, I don't know when, but I'll call you when I get back...so we can work on your calculus." Bulma smiled sweetly at him.
"Ok, drive carefully." Smiled Vegeta as he walked away. Bulma got in her car her car and turned it on. She sat in the car for a few minutes toying with her stereo. Looking for the right CD to put in. Finally she was ready to go. She turned her lights on and was about to put her seatbelt on when someone knocked at her window.
"Yamcha." Bulma gasped. She frantically tried to put her car in drive but as soon as Bulma saw him, he put his fist through her window and opened the door and pulled her out.
"Who was that guy, Bulma?" yelled Yamcha as he slammed her against her car. Bulma tried to struggle to get away. Yamcha bitch smacked her and she fell to the ground. Yamcha came at her to hit her again.
"YAMCHA! NO!!" she screamed as she covered her face in fear. Just as he was about to lay his hand on her, but another hand caught his.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" growled Vegeta as he squeezed Yamcha's fist.
Sometimes, cliffhangers are fun. I hope you liked this chapter. I laughed while I wrote it, but that because I'm in the middle of a break down, but hey I'm doing fine and I haven't touch a substance yet. As always, PLEASE review. I'll post the next chapter soon, so that you don't have to keep waiting.
Vegea.
It was now roughly 7pm on Friday. Since everyone else had gone out for the evening, Bulma was alone in her dorm. Vegeta had gone to train for a couple hours, but once he was done, he and Bulma were going to dinner before she went home. She was sitting on her computer typing an e-mail to one of her friends when there was a knock on the door. Bulma stood up and slowly walked to the door. She looked out the peephole. She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Vegeta standing outside. She opened the door.
"Hey." Said Bulma.
"Hey yourself. What the hell took you so long to answer the door? Your room's not that big." Said Vegeta as he walked in. Bulma shut and locked the door behind him.
"Shut up, Vegeta. I was busy." Snapped Bulma.
"Whatever. So did you still want to go to dinner? I'm starving."
"Yea, but I'm still intrigued by this capsule stuff you showed me earlier. Show me how it works again." Asked Vegeta as he sat down on their couch.
"Ok." Sighed Bulma as she got out her encapsule gun, "This is an encapsule gun. This is what puts the stuff into the capsule."
"Is there a limit to what a capsule can hold?" asked Vegeta.
"Well, there are different size capsules. The largest capsule we have can hold up to 200 tons." Said Bulma.
"Wow."
"Yea, so, you load the capsule in the gun," she demonstrated on how it was done, "then you place the tip of the gun on top of the item you want in the capsule. Here I'll so you on my bags." She placed the tip of the gun on top her bags, "and then all you have to do is pull the trigger, and Presto..." she pulled the trigger and her bags where popped into a capsule.
"So these can hold up to 200 tons?" asked Vegeta as he picked the capsule up off the floor.
"Well, not this particular one, but another type of capsule."
"This is an interesting little item, as retarded as it is."
"Do you always insult everything you like?" asked Bulma.
"Yep, Bitch."
Meanwhile, Vega and Piccolo were shopping on the other side of town.
"So, where do you want to go for dinner?" asked Piccolo.
"It doesn't really matter. Some place quiet." Said Vega. They continued to walk down the street for a couple more blocks until they passed a little restaurant.
"How about here?" asked Piccolo, "It looks kind of neat."
"The Lonely Hearts Club?" questioned Vega; "It sounds like a singles bar."
"Well, I don't think it's that." Laughed Piccolo.
"Why not? It's called Lonely Hearts."
"Well, for one, it's got the logo from Sargent Pepper on the door."
"What's Sargent Pepper?" asked Vega.
"Have you ever heard of The Beatles?" asked Piccolo almost shocked.
"The Beatles?"
"Oh Kami." Laughed Piccolo as he drug her into the restaurant. They walked in the door and stood in the doorway for a moment. "This, Vega, is the Beatles." Piccolo and Vega looked at the walls of the restaurant, which were covered from top to bottom with Beatles memorabilia. Vega looked at one of the pictures on the wall.
"What the hell are they wearing?" Laughed Vega, "They look so geeky."
"They're one of the pioneers of Rock and Roll. Hell, not just Rock and Roll, but all music." Smiled Piccolo.
"Interesting. Are they singing the song that playing on the overhead?"
"Yea, the songs called "Here Comes The Sun (c)."
"Hmm, it's cute." Smiled Vega, "Well, lets go to the counter and order something to eat, then you can tell me about all this stuff on the wall." They were about to walk over to the counter when Vega stopped Piccolo. "Hey, what is that?"
"That is a phone booth." Said Piccolo. "It looks like a replica of the ones in London."
"Where's London?"
"Oh Lord, Vega, you really don't know much about this planet, do you?"
"No. That's why you're here. To teach me." Smiled Vega.
"I'm not from this planet either, but I know more about it than you do."
"How long have you lived here?" asked Vega as they walked up to the counter.
"Since I was about 15." Said Piccolo as they looked at the menu.
"Wow, everything looks so go and I'm starving." Laughed Vega. The two looked at the menu for a couple minutes and then Vega looked up to the man behind the counter. "I think we're ready to order."
"We'll serve you, but not that." Said the man behind the counter pointing at Piccolo.
"Excuse me!" snapped Vega.
"Come one, let's go." Said Piccolo grabbing Vega's arm, as he quickly wanted to leave the diner.
"What? NO! I want to know what his problem is." Said Vega as she shook her arm out of Piccolo's grip. "That the Hell is your problem? You mean you'll serve me but not him."
"We don't like things like that in our establishment." Snarled the man behind the counter.
"HE is a person, not a thing." Yelled Vega.
"Come on, Vega. Let's go." Said Piccolo.
"I'm not done yet." Said Vega.
"If you two don't leave now, I'm going to call the cops." Said the man behind the counter.
"You touch that phone and I'll make sure, you don't have a place left for the cops to come to. Let me ask you a question. What makes you think I'm any different than him?"
"You're not green and you're not an alien." Snapped the man. Vega laughed.
"You stupid Fuck." Yelled Vega as she started to form a Ki ball in her hand, "You think that because I'm not green, I'm not an alien."
"Vega, stop this." Said Piccolo. Vega brought the Ki ball up from her waist. It was about the size of a basketball.
"You think that because I look like you, I'm human. I'm a saiyan you dolt." Vega's eyes flashed green for a second, "Here, I want you to have this. It's a present from Vegetasei, just remember what aliens are going to cover your ass in case of a war." Vega placed the Ki ball on the counter, blew the man a kiss and walked past Piccolo and out the door. Piccolo followed her out and found her in the alley next to the diner. She was leaning up against the wall.
"So where do you want to go eat?" she laughed. Piccolo walked up to her and looked her dead in the eyes.
"You have got to work on your temper. Now, go back in there and get that ball off the mans counter." Said Piccolo.
"Nah, I'm gonna let him sweat for a while." Said Vega as she began to walk down the sidewalk with a victory stride to her walk.
"Vega, get in there and get that blast away from him." Said Piccolo walking up to her. Vega stopped and turned to him.
"Piccolo," she cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "don't worry about it." She leaned up and sweetly kissed him. "It was a dud." She said before she kissed him a little longer.
"You give Saiyan's a bad name." Said Piccolo as he kissed her back.
"Yep." Smiled Vega.
Back on campus, Bulma and Vegeta had come back from dinner. Bulma insisted that he stay and keep her company until she left, which was soon.
"Why are you going home so late?" asked Vegeta, "You hate driving at night."
"I wanted both of my parents to be home when I get there." Said Bulma, "Well, I think I'm ready to go." Bulma had two bags on her shoulders and on more on the ground. She was about to reach down and get it, when Vegeta stopped her.
"I'll get it." Smiled Vegeta, "You look like you're about to fall over. Give me one of the bag on your shoulder too."
"Thanks." Bulma smiled back and handed him one of her bags. Once again, they got lost in each other's eyes, but the moment quickly ended when Vegeta looked away and walked to the door. Vegeta opened the door for her and they walked out to her car in the lot across from their building.
"Don't you get ticketed if you park in this lot?" asked Vegeta as they walked to her car.
"Only during the week." Said Bulma as she stopped behind her car. She opened the trunk of her car and Vegeta helped her put her bags into her car.
"Well, have a good weekend. You'll be back on Sunday right?" asked Vegeta.
"Yea, I don't know when, but I'll call you when I get back...so we can work on your calculus." Bulma smiled sweetly at him.
"Ok, drive carefully." Smiled Vegeta as he walked away. Bulma got in her car her car and turned it on. She sat in the car for a few minutes toying with her stereo. Looking for the right CD to put in. Finally she was ready to go. She turned her lights on and was about to put her seatbelt on when someone knocked at her window.
"Yamcha." Bulma gasped. She frantically tried to put her car in drive but as soon as Bulma saw him, he put his fist through her window and opened the door and pulled her out.
"Who was that guy, Bulma?" yelled Yamcha as he slammed her against her car. Bulma tried to struggle to get away. Yamcha bitch smacked her and she fell to the ground. Yamcha came at her to hit her again.
"YAMCHA! NO!!" she screamed as she covered her face in fear. Just as he was about to lay his hand on her, but another hand caught his.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" growled Vegeta as he squeezed Yamcha's fist.
Sometimes, cliffhangers are fun. I hope you liked this chapter. I laughed while I wrote it, but that because I'm in the middle of a break down, but hey I'm doing fine and I haven't touch a substance yet. As always, PLEASE review. I'll post the next chapter soon, so that you don't have to keep waiting.
Vegea.