Chapter Four: Barbeque Brawls
A week later…
Master Roshi and Candy Apple had not slept together yet, much to everyone's relief. Candy firmly insisted on waiting a little bit before making love, although she was willing to make out with him-often in front of everyone.
The other occupants of Kame House could have done with Roshi and Candy making out on the beach, even though their loud kissing drove poor Umigame, who loved to sunbathe, crazy. But on the day before, did Roshi and Candy have to go skinny-dipping in the ocean right in the full view of little Marron, who had come outside with her mother to go swimming? Juuhachigou had been horrified to see a nude Roshi dancing and splashing in the salty waves, as he had gone surfing with Candy, who had also been nude.
Poor little Marron's eyes had bulged, and her mouth had been agape as Roshi danced and back-flipped on his surfing board, giving the innocent child a full frontal view. Candy, who had seen nothing wrong with her and Roshi being naked (Candy had already taken up nudism, although for now she restricted it to her ocean adventures with Roshi.), had cheered Roshi on in all of his crazy stunts. Juuhachigou had been furious, and she hadn't hesitated to give both Roshi and Candy a full tongue-lashing for displaying themselves like that in front of everyone. Unfortunately, Candy told Juuhachigou off as well, and the two ladies actually got into a catfight, which only served to turn Roshi and Oolong on.
"GO LADIES!" they had declared.
It had taken a few days for Candy and Juuhachigou to speak to each other again, and Candy baked Juuhachigou's favorite meals for the next couple of days as a peace offering. The android had finally forgiven the former fashion doll, and so all was peaceful again.
That was until Bulma's barbeque.
Capsule Corporation House in Bulma's kitchen…
Vegeta smirked, as he decided to try to sneak a couple of Bulma's delicious chocolate fudge chocolate chip cookies before she could catch him. The woman couldn't cook a regular meal, but at least she could barbeque and bake, and Vegeta especially was fond of those chocolate cookies…to the point where he would eat two cookie sheets full of them before Bulma or anyone else could get to them.
"VEGETA! GET OUT OF THOSE COOKIES! THOSE ARE FOR THE GUESTS! I ALREADY LET YOU HAVE YOUR TEN! YOU CAN WAIT FOR THE REST!"
"Stop screeching, woman!" Vegeta ordered, after mischievously popping a chocolate cookie into his mouth before Bulma could stop him. "This is only my twentieth cookie!" He smirked when Bulma glared darkly at him, as she waved a spatula. He looked her over appreciatively; she was dressed in a red cotton mini-dress with spaghetti straps and matching red sandals. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, and Vegeta suddenly had an appetite for something other than her chocolate cookies.
Bulma groaned, recognizing Vegeta's lustful look, "And I am having close to twenty people over for this barbeque, our family, Goku's family, and everyone from Kame House. Tien, Yamucha, and Chaoztu couldn't make it, and Piccolo rarely ever comes to my parties or barbeques, and he won't be at this one. For once, Vegeta, can't you wait until dinner to eat like everyone else? You eat all those cookies, and you won't have any room left for dinner."
"I always have room left for dinner, woman. The Saiyan stomach can handle anything."
"Yes, I'm aware of that," Bulma sighed, as she managed to wrestle the tray of cookies away from her husband before he could take any more. "Now, Vegeta, Master Roshi is also coming over, and-"
"That old pervert is coming over here!" Vegeta roared. "If he touches you, woman, I will blast off the rest of his limbs like I did his hand! I don't want him here!"
"Vegeta, he has behaved himself since then, and you will be happy to know that he's bringing a lady friend with him, at least that is what Juuhachigou has told me."
"A lady friend?" Vegeta asked, wondering who would be desperate enough to bother with an old perverted man who did nothing all day but stare at nude women in magazines. "What does she look like?"
"She has candy-apple red hair and green eyes, tall and very beautiful. Juuhachigou says that she could pass as a model."
Vegeta chuckled. "How much did that old coot have to pay her to accompany him? It must have been his entire fortune for her to bother with him."
"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed. "That's not very nice. I want you to be nice to both of them when they come over, especially Master Roshi's date. That means no sarcastic remarks or death threats to Roshi."
"Fine," Vegeta huffed, crossing his muscular arms and frowning. "But if he so much as looks at you the wrong way, he'll lose the important limb of all-the one that he has not put to use for over two hundred years. He won't be able to do much with his desperate lady friend then." He grinned at that thought.
Bulma sighed again. "Just don't kill or maim anyone today, all right?" She then suddenly smiled at him, running a slender finger along his angular face. She kissed him playfully and said, "But if you behave yourself, Vegeta, while everyone's here…I'll make it worth your while tonight after everyone leaves. There may even be a new episode of 'Who Wants To Have Sex With A Millionaire?'" She grinned as she took a quick gaze at her handsome husband, who was dressed in one of his usual dark blue bodysuits.
Vegeta chuckled, and then he said with a grin, "And what if I don't behave?"
"You know the protocol then. No gravity room, no personal 'sparring sections' with me for a week."
Vegeta then frowned and grumbled under his breath, "Very well." He then suddenly said brightly, "Woman, a cookie fell on the floor."
"It did?" Bulma asked, looking on the floor, while holding the tray of cookies that she was carrying high in the air. "Vegeta, I don't see any cookies on the floor-"
Before she knew it, Vegeta had cleverly swiped the entire tray of cookies out of her hand, and he flew out the kitchen door within nanoseconds, holding the tray of cookies. He was able to gobble them down as he dashed along.
"VEGETA! COME BACK WITH THOSE COOKIES!"
Vegeta's wicked laughter could be heard as Bulma ran out the kitchen door, shaking her spatula and vainly ordering him to return the cookies.
An hour later in the backyard behind Capsule Corporation…
"I'm sorry that I don't have any of my chocolate fudge chocolate chip cookies," Bulma apologized to Goku, who was now on his ninth Rice Krispy treat.
Goku mumbled, with his mouth full, "Dat's awright (That's alright)."
"Goku, wait until your mouth is empty before you speak," Chichi scolded.
Goku swallowed the last of his Rice Krispy treat and apologized. "Anyway, Bulma, these Rice Krispy treats that you made will do just fine. Yum yum. So, where are the hot dogs?"
"Over on that table," Bulma told him, pointing to a picnic table, where Vegeta was greedily gobbling down hot dogs with chili, mustard, and other assorted condiments on them. "You better hurry though before Vegeta finishes them all off. I ordered fifty dozen hot dogs, but Vegeta eats as much as you do, if not more."
Goku strolled over to the hot dog table. "Hey, Vegeta!"
Vegeta mumbled a greeting and continued to stuff hot dogs into his mouth. Goku wasted no time in fixing himself ten hot dogs. He ate them within ten minutes. Unfortunately, when Goku reached for an eleventh hot dog, there was only one left, and Vegeta reached for it as well.
"That's my hot dog, Kakarot!" he growled.
"I picked it up first," Goku protested, taking the hot dog, which Vegeta snatched out of his hand.
"You had ten on your plate before you ate them; this dog is mine." And Vegeta would have popped it into his mouth then, even without the bun and condiments, but Goku grabbed it away from him.
"You had seven hot dogs on your plate," Goku pointed out. "And I saw you eat at least five of them beforehand. Besides, Bulma's bringing out more soon."
"Well, you can wait, Kakarot. This hot dog goes on my plate!" Vegeta ordered.
"But I grabbed it first," Goku insisted, taking the hot dog from Vegeta again.
"Too bad, Kakarot! I am the Prince of all Saiyans, and the Prince always gets first pick! Now give me that hot dog!"
"Bulma's bringing more hot dogs now," Goku told him. "And I just started eating." And then he plopped the disputed hot dog on a bun, squirted mustard on it, sprinkled onions on top, and then he took a huge bite.
Vegeta was incensed, and he snatched the hot dog out of Goku's mouth and took a bite himself. Goku, not about to give up his food, grabbed the hot dog back from Vegeta, and he took a bite out of it.
Vegeta growled ferociously, and he seized the hot dog, taking a huge bite out of it himself. Goku refused to give up the hot dog, and so his mouth was clamped down on his end of the hot dog. Vegeta refused to stop eating the hot dog, and he continued to eat away, while Goku continued to eat at his end. The two mighty Saiyans ate at their ends of the hot dog, neither one of them surrendering the wiener. Before they knew it, Goku drew back, and Vegeta, who had been gobbling his end of the hot dog fell into Goku's face, and their lips met!
The jaws of everyone watching this childish fight over one hot dog dropped almost to their chests when they saw Goku and Vegeta kissing. Vegeta was the first to yank away, horrified, as everyone continued to laugh at him and Goku.
"Kakarot! You'll pay for that!" he shouted.
Goku had started laughing himself. "C'mon, Vegeta! You know that this was funny!"
"To the sky, Kakarot! I'll show you who is more worthy of my mate's hot dogs!" Vegeta insisted, standing up and climbing off the picnic table bench. "Let's go!
Goku grinned then, standing up himself. "Okay, I'm ready for ya! Loser has to surrender all the hot dogs and chips to the winner!"
"Fine by me," Vegeta hissed. And the two men flew up into the sky. Chichi and Bulma sighed, both women putting their heads into their hands.
"This is going to be a long day," Bulma moaned.
Finally, the residents of Kame House showed up, and all of them were laughing hysterically, for they had witnessed Goku and Vegeta "kissing" each other. The others greeted Chichi and Bulma briefly, and then they left to fill their plates. Only Roshi and Candy were left with the two ladies.
"I knew that they thought a lot about each other," Roshi joked. "But I didn't think that they liked each other that much! Looks like you have a rival for your affections, Bulma."
Bulma shook her head. "I told Vegeta to behave, but that's like telling my mother not to flirt with all of the men that come over here." She looked over at Candy , who was on Roshi's arm and smiled. "You must be Candy Apple; I'm Bulma Briefs, and Vegeta is my husband."
"Pleased to meet you," Candy said, shaking Bulma's hand warmly. She looked at Roshi and grinned. "Isn't Roshi just the sweetest hunk of love that you've ever seen?" Roshi grinned and blushed.
"Umm…" Bulma said uncomfortably.
Chichi rescued her. She held out her hand to Candy. "I'm Son Chichi, Son Goku's wife." Candy shook Chichi's hand.
"Candy, darling, would you go get me a tea, please?" Roshi asked his new girlfriend. Candy kissed him on his wrinkled forehead and smiled.
"Sure thing," she told him happily. She then said sweetly to Chichi and Bulma, "Now keep you hands off of him, ladies; he's mine! Take good care of him, but don't touch him!" And then she sauntered off, her perky rump enticing Roshi, as it waved and wiggled.
"That won't be a problem!" Chichi loudly assured her.
Roshi chuckled, "Aren't I a lucky man?"
"Yes…I would say so," Bulma told him. "So, Juuhachigou told me that Candy was once a fashion doll that you wished to life, using the Dragonballs. Is that true?"
"Sure is," Roshi told her. "Best decision I ever made. She's cute, fun to be with, although she's a bit of a neat freak. Never had a cleaner house though. In fact, me and Candy are planning to-"
Suddenly a ki blast from Vegeta, intended for Goku, landed just behind Bulma and Chichi. Roshi had his arms opened wide, and before he could prevent it, Bulma and Chichi had accidentally fallen into his arms, knocking him to the ground. The ki blast tore a small hole in the backyard, and Bulma looked up to the sky and yelled:
"VEGETA! YOU AND GOKU GO PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE! YOU TWO ARE NOT TEARING UP MY BACKYARD!"
Roshi tried to get up, but he couldn't help embracing both Bulma and Chichi. He chuckled and laughed, saying, "Aren't I a lucky man? Two ladies in my arms at once!"
"I can't Vegeta did that to us just now!" Bulma exclaimed.
Chichi eased herself off of Roshi, but before Bulma could follow suit, Roshi teasingly seized her and said, "You know, Bulma, you don't have to leave me so soon! I can keep you safe in my arms!" His hand rested on her bottom.
He was just playing around with her this time, but Bulma took his advance seriously, and she abruptly tried to pull herself off of him, but she fell back down onto him. Roshi laughed. "It's not every day that you fall for me like this, Bulma! Not even Candy jumps on me like you do!" Bulma by then was getting furious.
"GET OFF OF MY MAN!" Candy screamed from the distance. Both Bulma and Roshi quickly scrambled to their feet, as Candy raced across the yard, her lovely face red. Within seconds, she shoved herself between Roshi and Bulma, and she pushed Bulma away from Roshi. Bulma fell backwards-into Vegeta's arms. Vegeta had just landed behind her, and he had caught his mate before she had fallen.
"How dare you push me?" Bulma raged at Candy.
"How dare you fall over MY man?" Candy screamed, holding up her fists and shaking them at Bulma. "Roshi belongs to ME! And I know that he may have lusted after you one time, you blue-haired hussy, but he's MINE now! Do you understand? MINE! Don't you ever touch him again!" Candy's face was red, redder than her hair, and her emerald eyes darkened to a menacing shade of hunter green.
"I didn't intend to the first time!" Bulma screamed back at her. Bulma's blue eyes were narrowed, and her face was contorted with fury. She shook her fists back at Candy.
"Right!" Candy screeched. "I know that every pretty thing like you is after my man! I know that everyone lusts after my Roshi, but let me tell you this: think of him as a fine piece of art in a museum-LOOK, BUT DON'T TOUCH! In fact, in your case, you better not even look at him! And if I ever catch you on him or near him again, your body's going to be as blue as your face and hair!"
"Don't threaten my mate!" Vegeta growled at her. "Your perverted man was the one who grabbed her after she fell on top of him! Why would she want a wrinkled old fool like him when she has me, the Prince of the Saiyans, to keep her satisfied! No woman in her right mind would choose him over me, and that includes my mate!"
"What makes you think that you're that great?" Candy hissed. "You're just an arrogant, immature man who fights over one measly hot dog! And I heard what you did to my Roshi's hand! Don't you or your hussy there EVER go near him, touch him, or hurt him again! C'mon, Roshi, we're going home! We're leaving before Miss Bulma here decides that she wants to jump your bones again!" And with that, Candy grabbed Roshi's arm and dragged the poor man away.
"Don't you ever come back here again, woman!" Vegeta snarled. "In fact, that goes for both you and your perverted mate! Neither one of you are welcome here!"
"Fine with me!" Candy shouted back, dragging Roshi towards Roshi's blue skycar.
Later that evening at Kame House…
"I knew that we should have insisted on Candy staying behind," Juuhachigou sighed to Krillin in bed that night. "I like the girl most of the time, but for her to go off like that-and over Roshi!"
Krillin laughed. "Who'd ever thought that Roshi would have a woman fighting over him?"
"I certainly didn't," Juuhachigou said, frustrated. She turned over on her back and turned out the light.
"I take it Roshi knew the story of Pygmalion and Galatea," Krillin commented.
"Only he didn't know that Galatea would turn out to be a jealous, clean-freak harpy," Juuhachigou groaned, and Krillin laughed again.
A week later…
Master Roshi and Candy Apple had not slept together yet, much to everyone's relief. Candy firmly insisted on waiting a little bit before making love, although she was willing to make out with him-often in front of everyone.
The other occupants of Kame House could have done with Roshi and Candy making out on the beach, even though their loud kissing drove poor Umigame, who loved to sunbathe, crazy. But on the day before, did Roshi and Candy have to go skinny-dipping in the ocean right in the full view of little Marron, who had come outside with her mother to go swimming? Juuhachigou had been horrified to see a nude Roshi dancing and splashing in the salty waves, as he had gone surfing with Candy, who had also been nude.
Poor little Marron's eyes had bulged, and her mouth had been agape as Roshi danced and back-flipped on his surfing board, giving the innocent child a full frontal view. Candy, who had seen nothing wrong with her and Roshi being naked (Candy had already taken up nudism, although for now she restricted it to her ocean adventures with Roshi.), had cheered Roshi on in all of his crazy stunts. Juuhachigou had been furious, and she hadn't hesitated to give both Roshi and Candy a full tongue-lashing for displaying themselves like that in front of everyone. Unfortunately, Candy told Juuhachigou off as well, and the two ladies actually got into a catfight, which only served to turn Roshi and Oolong on.
"GO LADIES!" they had declared.
It had taken a few days for Candy and Juuhachigou to speak to each other again, and Candy baked Juuhachigou's favorite meals for the next couple of days as a peace offering. The android had finally forgiven the former fashion doll, and so all was peaceful again.
That was until Bulma's barbeque.
Capsule Corporation House in Bulma's kitchen…
Vegeta smirked, as he decided to try to sneak a couple of Bulma's delicious chocolate fudge chocolate chip cookies before she could catch him. The woman couldn't cook a regular meal, but at least she could barbeque and bake, and Vegeta especially was fond of those chocolate cookies…to the point where he would eat two cookie sheets full of them before Bulma or anyone else could get to them.
"VEGETA! GET OUT OF THOSE COOKIES! THOSE ARE FOR THE GUESTS! I ALREADY LET YOU HAVE YOUR TEN! YOU CAN WAIT FOR THE REST!"
"Stop screeching, woman!" Vegeta ordered, after mischievously popping a chocolate cookie into his mouth before Bulma could stop him. "This is only my twentieth cookie!" He smirked when Bulma glared darkly at him, as she waved a spatula. He looked her over appreciatively; she was dressed in a red cotton mini-dress with spaghetti straps and matching red sandals. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, and Vegeta suddenly had an appetite for something other than her chocolate cookies.
Bulma groaned, recognizing Vegeta's lustful look, "And I am having close to twenty people over for this barbeque, our family, Goku's family, and everyone from Kame House. Tien, Yamucha, and Chaoztu couldn't make it, and Piccolo rarely ever comes to my parties or barbeques, and he won't be at this one. For once, Vegeta, can't you wait until dinner to eat like everyone else? You eat all those cookies, and you won't have any room left for dinner."
"I always have room left for dinner, woman. The Saiyan stomach can handle anything."
"Yes, I'm aware of that," Bulma sighed, as she managed to wrestle the tray of cookies away from her husband before he could take any more. "Now, Vegeta, Master Roshi is also coming over, and-"
"That old pervert is coming over here!" Vegeta roared. "If he touches you, woman, I will blast off the rest of his limbs like I did his hand! I don't want him here!"
"Vegeta, he has behaved himself since then, and you will be happy to know that he's bringing a lady friend with him, at least that is what Juuhachigou has told me."
"A lady friend?" Vegeta asked, wondering who would be desperate enough to bother with an old perverted man who did nothing all day but stare at nude women in magazines. "What does she look like?"
"She has candy-apple red hair and green eyes, tall and very beautiful. Juuhachigou says that she could pass as a model."
Vegeta chuckled. "How much did that old coot have to pay her to accompany him? It must have been his entire fortune for her to bother with him."
"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed. "That's not very nice. I want you to be nice to both of them when they come over, especially Master Roshi's date. That means no sarcastic remarks or death threats to Roshi."
"Fine," Vegeta huffed, crossing his muscular arms and frowning. "But if he so much as looks at you the wrong way, he'll lose the important limb of all-the one that he has not put to use for over two hundred years. He won't be able to do much with his desperate lady friend then." He grinned at that thought.
Bulma sighed again. "Just don't kill or maim anyone today, all right?" She then suddenly smiled at him, running a slender finger along his angular face. She kissed him playfully and said, "But if you behave yourself, Vegeta, while everyone's here…I'll make it worth your while tonight after everyone leaves. There may even be a new episode of 'Who Wants To Have Sex With A Millionaire?'" She grinned as she took a quick gaze at her handsome husband, who was dressed in one of his usual dark blue bodysuits.
Vegeta chuckled, and then he said with a grin, "And what if I don't behave?"
"You know the protocol then. No gravity room, no personal 'sparring sections' with me for a week."
Vegeta then frowned and grumbled under his breath, "Very well." He then suddenly said brightly, "Woman, a cookie fell on the floor."
"It did?" Bulma asked, looking on the floor, while holding the tray of cookies that she was carrying high in the air. "Vegeta, I don't see any cookies on the floor-"
Before she knew it, Vegeta had cleverly swiped the entire tray of cookies out of her hand, and he flew out the kitchen door within nanoseconds, holding the tray of cookies. He was able to gobble them down as he dashed along.
"VEGETA! COME BACK WITH THOSE COOKIES!"
Vegeta's wicked laughter could be heard as Bulma ran out the kitchen door, shaking her spatula and vainly ordering him to return the cookies.
An hour later in the backyard behind Capsule Corporation…
"I'm sorry that I don't have any of my chocolate fudge chocolate chip cookies," Bulma apologized to Goku, who was now on his ninth Rice Krispy treat.
Goku mumbled, with his mouth full, "Dat's awright (That's alright)."
"Goku, wait until your mouth is empty before you speak," Chichi scolded.
Goku swallowed the last of his Rice Krispy treat and apologized. "Anyway, Bulma, these Rice Krispy treats that you made will do just fine. Yum yum. So, where are the hot dogs?"
"Over on that table," Bulma told him, pointing to a picnic table, where Vegeta was greedily gobbling down hot dogs with chili, mustard, and other assorted condiments on them. "You better hurry though before Vegeta finishes them all off. I ordered fifty dozen hot dogs, but Vegeta eats as much as you do, if not more."
Goku strolled over to the hot dog table. "Hey, Vegeta!"
Vegeta mumbled a greeting and continued to stuff hot dogs into his mouth. Goku wasted no time in fixing himself ten hot dogs. He ate them within ten minutes. Unfortunately, when Goku reached for an eleventh hot dog, there was only one left, and Vegeta reached for it as well.
"That's my hot dog, Kakarot!" he growled.
"I picked it up first," Goku protested, taking the hot dog, which Vegeta snatched out of his hand.
"You had ten on your plate before you ate them; this dog is mine." And Vegeta would have popped it into his mouth then, even without the bun and condiments, but Goku grabbed it away from him.
"You had seven hot dogs on your plate," Goku pointed out. "And I saw you eat at least five of them beforehand. Besides, Bulma's bringing out more soon."
"Well, you can wait, Kakarot. This hot dog goes on my plate!" Vegeta ordered.
"But I grabbed it first," Goku insisted, taking the hot dog from Vegeta again.
"Too bad, Kakarot! I am the Prince of all Saiyans, and the Prince always gets first pick! Now give me that hot dog!"
"Bulma's bringing more hot dogs now," Goku told him. "And I just started eating." And then he plopped the disputed hot dog on a bun, squirted mustard on it, sprinkled onions on top, and then he took a huge bite.
Vegeta was incensed, and he snatched the hot dog out of Goku's mouth and took a bite himself. Goku, not about to give up his food, grabbed the hot dog back from Vegeta, and he took a bite out of it.
Vegeta growled ferociously, and he seized the hot dog, taking a huge bite out of it himself. Goku refused to give up the hot dog, and so his mouth was clamped down on his end of the hot dog. Vegeta refused to stop eating the hot dog, and he continued to eat away, while Goku continued to eat at his end. The two mighty Saiyans ate at their ends of the hot dog, neither one of them surrendering the wiener. Before they knew it, Goku drew back, and Vegeta, who had been gobbling his end of the hot dog fell into Goku's face, and their lips met!
The jaws of everyone watching this childish fight over one hot dog dropped almost to their chests when they saw Goku and Vegeta kissing. Vegeta was the first to yank away, horrified, as everyone continued to laugh at him and Goku.
"Kakarot! You'll pay for that!" he shouted.
Goku had started laughing himself. "C'mon, Vegeta! You know that this was funny!"
"To the sky, Kakarot! I'll show you who is more worthy of my mate's hot dogs!" Vegeta insisted, standing up and climbing off the picnic table bench. "Let's go!
Goku grinned then, standing up himself. "Okay, I'm ready for ya! Loser has to surrender all the hot dogs and chips to the winner!"
"Fine by me," Vegeta hissed. And the two men flew up into the sky. Chichi and Bulma sighed, both women putting their heads into their hands.
"This is going to be a long day," Bulma moaned.
Finally, the residents of Kame House showed up, and all of them were laughing hysterically, for they had witnessed Goku and Vegeta "kissing" each other. The others greeted Chichi and Bulma briefly, and then they left to fill their plates. Only Roshi and Candy were left with the two ladies.
"I knew that they thought a lot about each other," Roshi joked. "But I didn't think that they liked each other that much! Looks like you have a rival for your affections, Bulma."
Bulma shook her head. "I told Vegeta to behave, but that's like telling my mother not to flirt with all of the men that come over here." She looked over at Candy , who was on Roshi's arm and smiled. "You must be Candy Apple; I'm Bulma Briefs, and Vegeta is my husband."
"Pleased to meet you," Candy said, shaking Bulma's hand warmly. She looked at Roshi and grinned. "Isn't Roshi just the sweetest hunk of love that you've ever seen?" Roshi grinned and blushed.
"Umm…" Bulma said uncomfortably.
Chichi rescued her. She held out her hand to Candy. "I'm Son Chichi, Son Goku's wife." Candy shook Chichi's hand.
"Candy, darling, would you go get me a tea, please?" Roshi asked his new girlfriend. Candy kissed him on his wrinkled forehead and smiled.
"Sure thing," she told him happily. She then said sweetly to Chichi and Bulma, "Now keep you hands off of him, ladies; he's mine! Take good care of him, but don't touch him!" And then she sauntered off, her perky rump enticing Roshi, as it waved and wiggled.
"That won't be a problem!" Chichi loudly assured her.
Roshi chuckled, "Aren't I a lucky man?"
"Yes…I would say so," Bulma told him. "So, Juuhachigou told me that Candy was once a fashion doll that you wished to life, using the Dragonballs. Is that true?"
"Sure is," Roshi told her. "Best decision I ever made. She's cute, fun to be with, although she's a bit of a neat freak. Never had a cleaner house though. In fact, me and Candy are planning to-"
Suddenly a ki blast from Vegeta, intended for Goku, landed just behind Bulma and Chichi. Roshi had his arms opened wide, and before he could prevent it, Bulma and Chichi had accidentally fallen into his arms, knocking him to the ground. The ki blast tore a small hole in the backyard, and Bulma looked up to the sky and yelled:
"VEGETA! YOU AND GOKU GO PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE! YOU TWO ARE NOT TEARING UP MY BACKYARD!"
Roshi tried to get up, but he couldn't help embracing both Bulma and Chichi. He chuckled and laughed, saying, "Aren't I a lucky man? Two ladies in my arms at once!"
"I can't Vegeta did that to us just now!" Bulma exclaimed.
Chichi eased herself off of Roshi, but before Bulma could follow suit, Roshi teasingly seized her and said, "You know, Bulma, you don't have to leave me so soon! I can keep you safe in my arms!" His hand rested on her bottom.
He was just playing around with her this time, but Bulma took his advance seriously, and she abruptly tried to pull herself off of him, but she fell back down onto him. Roshi laughed. "It's not every day that you fall for me like this, Bulma! Not even Candy jumps on me like you do!" Bulma by then was getting furious.
"GET OFF OF MY MAN!" Candy screamed from the distance. Both Bulma and Roshi quickly scrambled to their feet, as Candy raced across the yard, her lovely face red. Within seconds, she shoved herself between Roshi and Bulma, and she pushed Bulma away from Roshi. Bulma fell backwards-into Vegeta's arms. Vegeta had just landed behind her, and he had caught his mate before she had fallen.
"How dare you push me?" Bulma raged at Candy.
"How dare you fall over MY man?" Candy screamed, holding up her fists and shaking them at Bulma. "Roshi belongs to ME! And I know that he may have lusted after you one time, you blue-haired hussy, but he's MINE now! Do you understand? MINE! Don't you ever touch him again!" Candy's face was red, redder than her hair, and her emerald eyes darkened to a menacing shade of hunter green.
"I didn't intend to the first time!" Bulma screamed back at her. Bulma's blue eyes were narrowed, and her face was contorted with fury. She shook her fists back at Candy.
"Right!" Candy screeched. "I know that every pretty thing like you is after my man! I know that everyone lusts after my Roshi, but let me tell you this: think of him as a fine piece of art in a museum-LOOK, BUT DON'T TOUCH! In fact, in your case, you better not even look at him! And if I ever catch you on him or near him again, your body's going to be as blue as your face and hair!"
"Don't threaten my mate!" Vegeta growled at her. "Your perverted man was the one who grabbed her after she fell on top of him! Why would she want a wrinkled old fool like him when she has me, the Prince of the Saiyans, to keep her satisfied! No woman in her right mind would choose him over me, and that includes my mate!"
"What makes you think that you're that great?" Candy hissed. "You're just an arrogant, immature man who fights over one measly hot dog! And I heard what you did to my Roshi's hand! Don't you or your hussy there EVER go near him, touch him, or hurt him again! C'mon, Roshi, we're going home! We're leaving before Miss Bulma here decides that she wants to jump your bones again!" And with that, Candy grabbed Roshi's arm and dragged the poor man away.
"Don't you ever come back here again, woman!" Vegeta snarled. "In fact, that goes for both you and your perverted mate! Neither one of you are welcome here!"
"Fine with me!" Candy shouted back, dragging Roshi towards Roshi's blue skycar.
Later that evening at Kame House…
"I knew that we should have insisted on Candy staying behind," Juuhachigou sighed to Krillin in bed that night. "I like the girl most of the time, but for her to go off like that-and over Roshi!"
Krillin laughed. "Who'd ever thought that Roshi would have a woman fighting over him?"
"I certainly didn't," Juuhachigou said, frustrated. She turned over on her back and turned out the light.
"I take it Roshi knew the story of Pygmalion and Galatea," Krillin commented.
"Only he didn't know that Galatea would turn out to be a jealous, clean-freak harpy," Juuhachigou groaned, and Krillin laughed again.