Authors Notes: Alias4Life, thank you for your idea, but I think you actually given me an idea for something in a later chapter. Sorry, everyone, that it took me so long to get this out. I've been really swamped lately. I hope you enjoy.
Vega was sitting in her English class and it was obvious she was not paying attention. She was clicking her pen on the side of her desk. Her thoughts were on her recent trip home. She had a conversation with her father about her relationship with Piccolo, and although her father seemed at ease about the relationship, she wondered if he was upset like Vegeta said.
****FLASHBACK****
Vega was sitting at a long table with two rather large stacks of folders placed on either side of her. Her father was sitting across from her going through two smaller stacks of folders. They had been working mostly in silence, occasionally asking each other question about the information in the folders.
"Vega, why did you come home this weekend?" asked King Vegeta.
"Because I need to talk to Rosnia." She replied.
"So, who's the boy you're starting to bond too?" asked the King. Vega sighed.
"Ok, daddy. His name is Piccolo."
"Piccolo? That doesn't sound like a saiyan name."
"It's not daddy. He's from Planet Namek."
"A Namekian!!" he shouted, "What are you thinking?"
"Daddy, he's is very sweet, and very caring. I like him very much." She snapped at him.
"You are the Princess to the Saiyan throne. You can't bond to a Namekian, you'll lose your right as queen."
"Daddy, I will never become queen. Vegeta is older by a couple hours, remember. He is rightful heir to the throne." Sighed Vega.
"Vega don't you see, if something happens to him, who will take over."
"Daddy, just because I happen to be falling in love with Piccolo, doesn't mean I will forget who I am. I am a Saiyan, Daddy, a member of the most powerful race to ever exist. Just because I'm with Piccolo, doesn't change who I am." Snapped Vega, "Besides, Vegeta's going to bond to my roommate."
"WHAT!"
"Daddy, you sent us to college on earth, you should have known we'd meet people." Laughed Vega, "Besides, I really think you'll like Bulma. If she and Vegeta get married..."
"Never!" interrupted the King.
"Whatever." She giggled, "If she and Vegeta get married, I think Bulma could bring some wonderful new inventions to this planet. She is extremely smart, and she adores Vegeta."
"I don't like this one bit." Sighed the king, knowing he was in a losing battle with his children.
"Daddy, I like Piccolo, a lot, and I'm not going to end my relationship with him just because you don't like it. Actually, Daddy, I think you'd like Piccolo. He's a fighter. His major is in Martial Arts."
"So he fights?" asked the King.
"Yea, he does. He's not as powerful as you or myself, but he's up there." She smiled sweetly. The king sat quietly for a few minutes before he spoke.
"OK, Vega," he started, "I will allow it. I guess for Vegeta too, since I really can't stop it. But know this..."
"I know, I know. If he hurts me, you'll kill him." Laughed Vega, "Vegeta already told him."
"All right then, at least someone is in my corner." Smiled the king, "So, why did you come home?"
"Because we got in a fight."
"About?"
"I lied to him."
"About what?"
"I went out all day yesterday and I didn't tell anyone where I was going. So, I told him I came here yesterday, and that Vegeta came with me, but he had talked to Vegeta a half hour before my return to the dorm, since Vegeta was at Bulma's house for the weekend."
"So, basically you lied to him about where you were on Saturday?"
"Yea." Sighed Vega.
"Why don't you just tell him where you were?"
"I can't do that and I don't want to."
"Where were you?"
"That's not important, daddy."
"Do you want my opinion on this?" asked the King.
"Sure." Sighed Vega.
"I think you need to do whatever is necessary to fix your situation with Piccolo. Do whatever it takes, because you've started bonding to him. Do you get what I'm saying?" asked the king.
"Yea, daddy, I do." She smiled.
****END FLASHBACK****
Vega snapped out of her daydream and back into reality. Realizing that she had not heard a single word her professor had said, she decided she better pay some attention. She looked down at her paper with her little bit of notes and giggled to herself. She had drawn a little heard with her and Piccolo's initials in the center.
Meanwhile on the other side of campus, Bulma sat in her dorm painting her toenails. She had painted her finger nails earlier in the day. ChiChi had asked her why she was primping so much, and no answer had been given. So, now Bulma sat alone in her dorm smiling to herself as she painted her toenails. Her bruises from Yamcha were starting to heal, and he wasn't even a thought in her head anymore. She was truly happy to be rid of him. She started to giggle to herself when she thought about her weekend.
****FLASHBACK****
"STOP THROWING POPCORN AT ME!" shrieked Bulma as she grabbed a huge handful of popcorn and threw it at him.
"Why!" laughed Vegeta as he picked up some pop corn off the floor and continued to throw it at her.
"Vegeta!" she giggled, "Stop it!" she laughed as she threw some back. Vegeta retaliated by dumping the entire bowl on her head and making sure to smash the kernels into her head and hair. He took the bowl off of her head and smiled at her devilishly.
"Vegeta!" she sulked, "Now I have popcorn all over my head and hair." she whined as he started to pick the pieces out of her hair with a half angered look on her face.
"Well, you shouldn't have been throwing popcorn at me." he said.
"You started it, Fool." she snapped back.
"FOOL!" snapped Vegeta, "No one calls the Prince of Saiyans a fool!"
"Whatever, Vegeta." she laughed. Vegeta scooted a little closer to her and started to help her pick the popcorn out of her hair, "You know, Vegeta, you are the most confusing person I've ever had the misfortune of meeting. One minute, you're sweet and charming, then the next you're an asshole."
"It's part of my charm." he smirked as he pulled more popcorn out of her hair.
"What charm?" she laughed.
"What? You don't think I'm charming?"
"Not in the least." she chuckled.
"Hey! Who's sitting here picking popcorn out of your hair? oh yea, it's me." he smiled sarcastically at her.
"Need I remind you that you are the one who put it there?" she smiled back at him. For the third time, they paused their retarded bickering and lost themselves in each others eyes.
"Oh yea." he whispered. This time he didn't look away, nor did she. Vegeta still had his hand in her hair, but he was no longer picking popcorn out of it. Vegeta ran his hands through her hair and gently placed his hand on the back of her head. They both started leaning in toward each other. Bulma smiled as she brought her hand up to his cheek. Vegeta smiled back as he brought her lips to meet his own.
The kiss lasted for several minutes before they stopped. Neither knew what to say, al they could do was smiled. Bulma looked over to the television.
"The... uh... movie we ordered, is...umm starting." she said as she moved to sit on the couch.
"Yea." smirked Vegeta as he got up and sat down next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. Bulma rested her head on his shoulder. Vegeta gave her a kiss on the top of her head, which made her giggle, the they began to watch the movie together.
****END FLASHBACK****
Bulma giggled some more as she finished painting her toe nails. Just then the phone rang. Bulma carefully stood up and answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Hey." came a sheepish male voice over the other end.
"Vegeta, I'm glad you called." she replied.
"Why?" he asked.
"No reason. I'm just glad you called."
"Well, are you busy?" he asked.
"No, I'm just painting my toe nails."
"What?"
"Nevermind, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch."
"I'd love to." she smiled.
"Ok, I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Ok." she said sweetly. They both hung up the phone and Bulma walked around her dorm on her heals so she wouldn't smear the polish. The phone rang again and she answered.
"Hello."
"Hi, Bulma."
"What do you want? Wasn't it made painfully clear that we're through, Yamcha!" snapped Bulma.
"You might think it's over, but I don't. Watch your back, Bulma, I'll be lurking when your monkey's not around." with that Yamcha hung up the phone. Bulma just stood there with a frightened look on her face before she placed the phone on the hook.
Suddenly, Vegeta knocked and opened the door.
"Woman! Are you ready?" he said as he walked around the corner and saw Bulma standing and looking down at the phone, "What's wrong?" Bulma looked up at him with worried eyes.
"Yamcha just called." she studdered.
"What did he want?" Vegeta growled.
"I'm hoping nothing but empty threats."
"He threatened you?" he said as he walked closer to her.
"Yea." she whispered as she placed her head against his chest. Vegeta rubbed her back in comfort.
"What are you worried for? I won't let him hurt you. I promise." he said with a smiled on his face.
"I know." she smiled back. Vegeta lifted her head and kissed her.
"Come on, let's go eat. I'm starving."
"You're always hungry." she laughed as moved from him to slip on her shoes and they left for lunch.
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I'm SOOOO sorry it took me so long to get this out. I've had tremendous computer problems that resulted in my re-installation of windows. It was a heart breaking thing for me to do, but I've been slowly rebuilding my computers empire of data. BTW, if anyone out there knows any thing about mIRC and Proxy servers, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD E-MAIL ME!! Anyhow, I hope you like this chapter, and I'll try and post the next one soon. I swear. ^_~
Vega was sitting in her English class and it was obvious she was not paying attention. She was clicking her pen on the side of her desk. Her thoughts were on her recent trip home. She had a conversation with her father about her relationship with Piccolo, and although her father seemed at ease about the relationship, she wondered if he was upset like Vegeta said.
****FLASHBACK****
Vega was sitting at a long table with two rather large stacks of folders placed on either side of her. Her father was sitting across from her going through two smaller stacks of folders. They had been working mostly in silence, occasionally asking each other question about the information in the folders.
"Vega, why did you come home this weekend?" asked King Vegeta.
"Because I need to talk to Rosnia." She replied.
"So, who's the boy you're starting to bond too?" asked the King. Vega sighed.
"Ok, daddy. His name is Piccolo."
"Piccolo? That doesn't sound like a saiyan name."
"It's not daddy. He's from Planet Namek."
"A Namekian!!" he shouted, "What are you thinking?"
"Daddy, he's is very sweet, and very caring. I like him very much." She snapped at him.
"You are the Princess to the Saiyan throne. You can't bond to a Namekian, you'll lose your right as queen."
"Daddy, I will never become queen. Vegeta is older by a couple hours, remember. He is rightful heir to the throne." Sighed Vega.
"Vega don't you see, if something happens to him, who will take over."
"Daddy, just because I happen to be falling in love with Piccolo, doesn't mean I will forget who I am. I am a Saiyan, Daddy, a member of the most powerful race to ever exist. Just because I'm with Piccolo, doesn't change who I am." Snapped Vega, "Besides, Vegeta's going to bond to my roommate."
"WHAT!"
"Daddy, you sent us to college on earth, you should have known we'd meet people." Laughed Vega, "Besides, I really think you'll like Bulma. If she and Vegeta get married..."
"Never!" interrupted the King.
"Whatever." She giggled, "If she and Vegeta get married, I think Bulma could bring some wonderful new inventions to this planet. She is extremely smart, and she adores Vegeta."
"I don't like this one bit." Sighed the king, knowing he was in a losing battle with his children.
"Daddy, I like Piccolo, a lot, and I'm not going to end my relationship with him just because you don't like it. Actually, Daddy, I think you'd like Piccolo. He's a fighter. His major is in Martial Arts."
"So he fights?" asked the King.
"Yea, he does. He's not as powerful as you or myself, but he's up there." She smiled sweetly. The king sat quietly for a few minutes before he spoke.
"OK, Vega," he started, "I will allow it. I guess for Vegeta too, since I really can't stop it. But know this..."
"I know, I know. If he hurts me, you'll kill him." Laughed Vega, "Vegeta already told him."
"All right then, at least someone is in my corner." Smiled the king, "So, why did you come home?"
"Because we got in a fight."
"About?"
"I lied to him."
"About what?"
"I went out all day yesterday and I didn't tell anyone where I was going. So, I told him I came here yesterday, and that Vegeta came with me, but he had talked to Vegeta a half hour before my return to the dorm, since Vegeta was at Bulma's house for the weekend."
"So, basically you lied to him about where you were on Saturday?"
"Yea." Sighed Vega.
"Why don't you just tell him where you were?"
"I can't do that and I don't want to."
"Where were you?"
"That's not important, daddy."
"Do you want my opinion on this?" asked the King.
"Sure." Sighed Vega.
"I think you need to do whatever is necessary to fix your situation with Piccolo. Do whatever it takes, because you've started bonding to him. Do you get what I'm saying?" asked the king.
"Yea, daddy, I do." She smiled.
****END FLASHBACK****
Vega snapped out of her daydream and back into reality. Realizing that she had not heard a single word her professor had said, she decided she better pay some attention. She looked down at her paper with her little bit of notes and giggled to herself. She had drawn a little heard with her and Piccolo's initials in the center.
Meanwhile on the other side of campus, Bulma sat in her dorm painting her toenails. She had painted her finger nails earlier in the day. ChiChi had asked her why she was primping so much, and no answer had been given. So, now Bulma sat alone in her dorm smiling to herself as she painted her toenails. Her bruises from Yamcha were starting to heal, and he wasn't even a thought in her head anymore. She was truly happy to be rid of him. She started to giggle to herself when she thought about her weekend.
****FLASHBACK****
"STOP THROWING POPCORN AT ME!" shrieked Bulma as she grabbed a huge handful of popcorn and threw it at him.
"Why!" laughed Vegeta as he picked up some pop corn off the floor and continued to throw it at her.
"Vegeta!" she giggled, "Stop it!" she laughed as she threw some back. Vegeta retaliated by dumping the entire bowl on her head and making sure to smash the kernels into her head and hair. He took the bowl off of her head and smiled at her devilishly.
"Vegeta!" she sulked, "Now I have popcorn all over my head and hair." she whined as he started to pick the pieces out of her hair with a half angered look on her face.
"Well, you shouldn't have been throwing popcorn at me." he said.
"You started it, Fool." she snapped back.
"FOOL!" snapped Vegeta, "No one calls the Prince of Saiyans a fool!"
"Whatever, Vegeta." she laughed. Vegeta scooted a little closer to her and started to help her pick the popcorn out of her hair, "You know, Vegeta, you are the most confusing person I've ever had the misfortune of meeting. One minute, you're sweet and charming, then the next you're an asshole."
"It's part of my charm." he smirked as he pulled more popcorn out of her hair.
"What charm?" she laughed.
"What? You don't think I'm charming?"
"Not in the least." she chuckled.
"Hey! Who's sitting here picking popcorn out of your hair? oh yea, it's me." he smiled sarcastically at her.
"Need I remind you that you are the one who put it there?" she smiled back at him. For the third time, they paused their retarded bickering and lost themselves in each others eyes.
"Oh yea." he whispered. This time he didn't look away, nor did she. Vegeta still had his hand in her hair, but he was no longer picking popcorn out of it. Vegeta ran his hands through her hair and gently placed his hand on the back of her head. They both started leaning in toward each other. Bulma smiled as she brought her hand up to his cheek. Vegeta smiled back as he brought her lips to meet his own.
The kiss lasted for several minutes before they stopped. Neither knew what to say, al they could do was smiled. Bulma looked over to the television.
"The... uh... movie we ordered, is...umm starting." she said as she moved to sit on the couch.
"Yea." smirked Vegeta as he got up and sat down next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. Bulma rested her head on his shoulder. Vegeta gave her a kiss on the top of her head, which made her giggle, the they began to watch the movie together.
****END FLASHBACK****
Bulma giggled some more as she finished painting her toe nails. Just then the phone rang. Bulma carefully stood up and answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Hey." came a sheepish male voice over the other end.
"Vegeta, I'm glad you called." she replied.
"Why?" he asked.
"No reason. I'm just glad you called."
"Well, are you busy?" he asked.
"No, I'm just painting my toe nails."
"What?"
"Nevermind, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch."
"I'd love to." she smiled.
"Ok, I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Ok." she said sweetly. They both hung up the phone and Bulma walked around her dorm on her heals so she wouldn't smear the polish. The phone rang again and she answered.
"Hello."
"Hi, Bulma."
"What do you want? Wasn't it made painfully clear that we're through, Yamcha!" snapped Bulma.
"You might think it's over, but I don't. Watch your back, Bulma, I'll be lurking when your monkey's not around." with that Yamcha hung up the phone. Bulma just stood there with a frightened look on her face before she placed the phone on the hook.
Suddenly, Vegeta knocked and opened the door.
"Woman! Are you ready?" he said as he walked around the corner and saw Bulma standing and looking down at the phone, "What's wrong?" Bulma looked up at him with worried eyes.
"Yamcha just called." she studdered.
"What did he want?" Vegeta growled.
"I'm hoping nothing but empty threats."
"He threatened you?" he said as he walked closer to her.
"Yea." she whispered as she placed her head against his chest. Vegeta rubbed her back in comfort.
"What are you worried for? I won't let him hurt you. I promise." he said with a smiled on his face.
"I know." she smiled back. Vegeta lifted her head and kissed her.
"Come on, let's go eat. I'm starving."
"You're always hungry." she laughed as moved from him to slip on her shoes and they left for lunch.
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I'm SOOOO sorry it took me so long to get this out. I've had tremendous computer problems that resulted in my re-installation of windows. It was a heart breaking thing for me to do, but I've been slowly rebuilding my computers empire of data. BTW, if anyone out there knows any thing about mIRC and Proxy servers, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD E-MAIL ME!! Anyhow, I hope you like this chapter, and I'll try and post the next one soon. I swear. ^_~