"Well, um, that explains things." Goku frowned and tossed a small note onto the table. "Chi Chi says that she and Gohan are staying over night at Capsule Corp." Vegeta grunted from the chesterfield. "Good for them." He muttered, grabbing the remote and flipping the channels. He stopped momentarily on a cartoon network showing Hello Kitty, his eyes growing wide as he quickly started flipping again.
"So, ahehe, guess that means we're cooking tonight…" Goku pondered out loud. Vegeta laughed bitterly. The thought of Kackarot wearing an apron was very comical to him. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the front door. Goku opened it to reveal the tall green Namek, Piccolo.
"Hey! Piccolo! How's it goin'?" Goku declared happily, gesturing for Piccolo to come in. "Not bad Goku, and- What the hell is he doing here?" Piccolo asked in surprise as he noticed Vegeta lounging on the couch. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and looked over at them. "Good to see you too Baka." He grumbled angrily.
Piccolo chuckled, closing the door behind him. "Did your bitch kick you out again?" He joked, sitting down nonchalantly in the reclining chair. Vegeta sat up straight, the vein in his forehead starting to bulge. "What did you say!?!?" Piccolo also sat up. "You heard me you Son-of-a-bitch!" Goku ran into the room, waving his arms wildly.
"Don't you guys know that males aren't suppose to suffer from PMS?" He shouted, placing himself in-between the two irate men. Vegeta stood up suddenly. "What was that Kackarot? You want some of this!?" Goku's eyes widened. "What? I just said I- AHHH!" Goku screamed and fell backwards as Vegeta jumped him, an innocent coffee table getting broken by his fall. "Male PMS my ASS!" Vegeta shouted, fists flying. Piccolo sat back in his chair, laughing whole-heartedly. After Goku had shouted out many apologies, and convinced Vegeta not to kill him, the two dusted themselves off and Vegeta sat back down.
"That's what you get." He replied in a huff, frowning angrily. Goku let out a small breath and put his hands on his hips. "So, what do you guys want to do to night?" No one made any suggestions. "Um, okay, so, how about we go out or something? Maybe to a movie?" Piccolo grunted and shrugged, and Vegeta coughed. Goku put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Sure, let's go." Piccolo decided, getting up out of his chair. Goku grinned and turned to Vegeta. "You coming?" "Fine, whatever." Vegeta growled, jumping off the couch. There was a small theater nearby, and after some consideration, they decided to see the new Star Wars movie.
"Man! This is going to be so great!" Goku declared, munching on some popcorn. Vegeta turned to him and smacked him upside the head. "And I'll do it again if you talk during the movie!" He shouted as Goku held his head. But Vegeta suddenly froze as he heard a very familiar voice behind him.
"These seats should be good, don't you think- YOU!" Vegeta spun around to see Bulma and Yamcha looking for somewhere to sit. He jumped out of his seat, clenching his hands into fists. "Onna! What are you doing here?!? And more importantly, what's HE doing with you?!?" He demanded, glaring suspiciously at Yamcha. Bulma smirked sarcastically, looping her arm into Yamcha's.
"We just happen to be on a date, though it's none of your business." Vegeta's eye twitched. "You're on a date with that fool?!?" Yamcha furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes she is asshole! You got a problem with it?!?" Bulma frowned, raising an eyebrow. "What's it to you anyway. 'Veg'? I thought you didn't care about me! I thought you hated me!" Vegeta paused at this comment, not sure what to say.
"Here it comes…" Goku whispered to Piccolo, leaning back in his chair. Vegeta nodded suddenly, his eye twitching. "I do hate you! But I hate him more!" He exclaimed, pointing to Yamcha. Yamcha gritted his teeth and beckoned to Vegeta. "That's the way you want to play? Then bring on the noise bitch!" "WHAT?!?" Vegeta shouted, heaving a fist at Yamcha. Bulma shrieked and jumped out of the way as the two men began to attack each other.
"Hehe, this is even better than the movie!" Piccolo commented thoughtfully as he, Goku, and Bulma watched Vegeta beating the shit out of Yamcha. "You stupid punk!" Vegeta screamed, heaving an energy blast at Yamcha. He ducked out of the way how ever, and the blast hit a small row of empty seats. People dove out of the way in shock as the explosion hit.
Bulma put a hand to her head and sighed. "They're so immature…" Some men in security uniforms suddenly came hurrying into the theater, trying to break up the fight. "What's going on here?!?" They shouted, dragging Vegeta off of Yamcha. But just before he was out of reach, Vegeta wound up and kicked Yamcha in the crotch with a vengeance.
"Brutal…" Goku cringed. "HAHA! How do you like that Baka!?" Vegeta declared triumphantly. But much to even his surprise, Yamcha broke down into tears and took off out of the theater holding himself. "Oh!! You are such a jerk!" Bulma shouted, slapping Vegeta hard across the face. Vegeta growled and pulled his fist back, but was caught by one of the security guards.
"I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to leave Sir." They stated calmly. Vegeta spun around, debating whether or not he should blow them up. "Fine! I don't want to hang around here anyway!" He yelled, storming past them and out the door. Goku shrugged and laughed. "Ahehe, sorry about that, he just has a very short temper. But we have been looking into getting him in an anger management class." The security guards looked around at the damage and nodded slowly. "Um, yes, you should do that…" They frowned, walking out to go inform the authorities of the repairs that would be needed.
"Man, I told you on the way here we should have just gone to the bar and played some pool after we were good and drunk. That's always fun." Piccolo muttered with a sigh as he and Goku slumped down in their chairs to try to avoid the stares of the entire crowd. Gasps of disbelief could be heard throughout the theater as people whispered quietly to each other about what had happened.
Bulma let out a tired heavy breath and sat down beside Goku as the lights started to dim. "Now what am I going to do…" She moaned, putting her head in her hands. Goku looked over at her sympathetically and held out his bag of popcorn. "Want some?" Bulma shook her head and smiled. "No, but thanks. Maybe I should just go home…" Piccolo shrugged, raising an eyebrow. "Suit yourself. But you should really go talk to Vegeta you know."
"What? Why! Why would I want to talk to him!?" Bulma demanded teary eyed before turning and exiting the theater. Goku watched her leave then turned to Piccolo. "Man, it's like we're stuck in some kind of bizarre soap opera!" He joked. "Shut up, the movie's starting." Piccolo snapped back, not taking his eyes off the screen. Goku grinned and also turned his concentration to the film.
Vegeta frowned, tossing a rock into a pond as he leaned back against a tree. Stupid Onna and stupid Yamcha… He thought bitterly as he watched it sink to the bottom in the clear water. He turned around as he heard someone walking up behind him.
"You know, that was very childish of you." Bulma commented a he looked up at her. He frowned, turning back to the pond. "And who asked you? I thought you said you never wanted to see me again." Bulma shrugged. "Well I didn't have much of a choice. It's not like I knew you were going to be there." Vegeta laughed sarcastically and chucked another stone into the water. "So, why are you still here then?" He inquired thoughtfully.
"I don't know. Why do you think I'm still here?" She asked back. "I don't know, maybe because you're idiot boyfriend ditched you." He replied, mentally hitting himself for what he just realized would happen. "You know what?? I don't know why I even bother trying to talk to you!" Vegeta stood up. "Neither do I!" Bulma raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well I guess I'll just leave then! Goodbye!" She yelled, turning around and running towards her car. Vegeta watched her leave, putting his chin in his hands. He frowned, wondering what he could do now, and decided maybe just to head back to the Son house. Who knew? Maybe he would get a chance to watch Hello Kitty while Goku and Piccolo were still at the movie…
"Dear me! What's wrong Bulma?" Dr. Briefs inquired as his daughter came into the house, slamming the door and rattling it on its hinges. "Oh, me and Yamcha went to watch a move at the theater and I ran into Vegeta." Dr. Briefs nodded thoughtfully, putting his pen down on his desk.
"That's right, I was meaning to ask you about that. What happened between you two that he left?" He asked as Bulma reached into the fridge and grabbed some juice. "He happened! He's nothing but a thickheaded ape!" She frowned, tears welling up in her eyes. "Meow…" Dr. Briefs' cat meowed sympathetically. Bulma sighed and walked into the living room, guzzling some juice from the container. If she was so mad at Vegeta, then why couldn't she stop thinking about him?
Vegeta arrived quickly back at the Son
house and rooted through the refrigerator, triumphantly pulling out a 2-liter
bottle of Coke. He sat down on the carpet and grabbed a TV guide, flipping through
it to see what was on. In the end he decided to just train a bit until his show
came on. Anything to take his mind off of how angry he was at himself… He lied
back, starting to do some crunches. He found his mind begin to wander, and he
couldn't help but wonder what the Onna might have been doing right now…
