Chapter 4
"LIVING W/ THE ENEMY"
After about a week Pwar took over her old room and stayed with Bulma and Vegeta at the Capsule. She and Vegeta became quick friends, with their similar open-mindedness and crave to make Bulma's future get back on the right track. Now that Pwar stayed as a roommate, she got a job and helped pay for the rent as best she could, but even that could not save Bulma from the debt she had already been in before Yamcha had left. That's where Vegeta came in.
"Pwar?" Vegeta popped his head into Pwar's room.
"Payday kid?" Pwar flew over.
"Yeah, I only got a hundred dollars this week," Vegeta rubbed his sore nose trying not to sneeze, "ya know, cus I was out for most of the week."
"It's okay kid," Pwar took the money, "I wish you would tell Bulma the truth though, about where this is all coming from. I feel so low taking credit for your hard work."
"No," Vegeta replied quickly, "you can't tell Bulma that I work afterschool. She'll make me stop and say that it interferes with my homework."
"Does it?" Pwar asked curiously.
"Please," Vegeta answered back shortly, "if I wanted to do that stuff I could finish it in thirty seconds--at the most."
"Why do you do that Vegeta?" Pwar sighed, "You're so smart, why do you portray yourself as an idiot? You're going to get left back with those grades of yours."
"Because humans don't fear those who are smart, they shun them," Vegeta replied, sneezed, then rubbed his nose, "I'm maintaining a C average, that's enough to get me through high school. I don't need to prove myself to any stupid humans, I know very well that I'm smarter than any of them."
Pwar sighed again, "Okay Vegeta, now go on and get outta here before you get ME sick."
Vegeta nodded and stumbled out of Pwar's room bumping into Bulma.
"Oh Vegeta," Bulma pushed back his hair in a caring motherly way, "are you still feeling sick? Because I can make you more soup if you like?"
Vegeta slightly blushed as he looked at the warm motherly smile on Bulma's face, "Nah, I'm fine, I feel a lot better now thanks." He said right before sneezing.
"Nevertheless, I would like it if you got some rest, the house is so chilly, I don't want your cold getting any worse than it is." Bulma walked Vegeta to his room.
"Yes, Bulma," Vegeta replied and went into his room.
Bulma smiled to herself and went into Pwar's room, "Let's check the sales Pwar!"
"No," Pwar replied stubbornly, "I can't believe your even THINKING about selling the Capsule!"
"I'm just looking at what people are willing to pay Pwar, I'm not selling it---" Bulma went on Pwar laptop and went to the Capsule Corp. website, "--yet."
Pwar snorted crossing her arms, "Well count me out, I don't even wanna talk about it."
Pwar flew out the door only to be drawn back by Bulma's screams of shock.
"What the---?!" Pwar flew in.
"Lookit! Lookit!" Bulma pointed at the screen.
"HOLY CRAP!" Pwar shouted staring at the screen, "THAT'S ALOTTA ZEROS!!!"
Vegeta sat in his bed with his ear to the wall like a little child listening to their parent's conversation.
"Not only would that get us out of debt, but I could build a whole NEW Capsule Corp. and REALLY start my life over!" Bulma exclaimed happily through the wall.
"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves Bulma," Vegeta heard Pwar through the wall, "let's think about this, why would someone so willingly put up THAT much money?!"
Suddenly Bulma burst out into giggles Vegeta recognized as the ones the girls in his school gave out when they were completely overjoyed, "Because he's Son Goku."
"WHAT?!" Pwar exclaimed in utter shock.
"What?!" Vegeta slammed his head in the wall surprised then rubbed it viciously trying to take away the pain he had inflicted upon himself. From the sounds of it, it had been a lot of money, how was Goku able to get it? "The bastard did it," Vegeta mumbled to himself, "the bastard actually kept this word!"
So Bulma sold Capsule Corp. to Goku and they made reservations for him to move in, in a bout a month.
"I don't want to move into that blue-haired ladies' house," Goten whined on the way to Bulma's in the Son family's new air-cruiser.
"Too bad," Goku shrugged, he'd lost all the patience he had for Goten and his little attitude.
"Too bad?" Goten looked at Goku surprised, "Too bad?! You can't tell me that! Mom wouldn't speak to me like that! She'd make it better! She would make it so I was happy."
"Frankly my spoiled little brat," Goku steered, "I don't give a damn."
Goten's jaw-dropped slightly as he looked at Goku, then his cheeks puffed up as he slouched in his seat aggravated.
"Yes, Bulma going to still be living there?" Gohan asked looking out his side window.
"Of course, that's why I bought the place," Goku replied as if it were an obvious question.
"So I guess," Gohan looked ahead, "that means Vegeta will be staying there too."
"Yep," Goku replied.
"What fun," Gohan sighed sarcastically slouching in his seat.
"C'mon you guys, give it a chance," Goku looked at the two boys, "It's better than living in that small little hut. Besides, now you get to have your own rooms."
"REALLY?" Goten exclaimed happily.
"Really," Goku nodded.
"Finally," Goten snorted, "something I can get used to!"
"Au man," Vegeta reclined in the patio chair he was sitting in next to Bulma's as he hold his hand behind his head and crossed his legs on the patio railing, "I can't believe I have to spend the rest of my years here living only a few rooms away from that nitwit Gohan."
"Thought you guys called a truce?" Bulma looked at Vegeta.
"Truce, cold war," Vegeta shrugged looking at how the winter was slowly melting away into spring, "same difference."
Same difference, Bulma remembered and her eyes suddenly darkened, slightly as she though of that day at the airport. She quickly shook it off however, that life didn't matter to her anymore, "It's going to be fun."
"Fun she says," Vegeta mocked her in his Sayian tongue as he walked into the house, "sure it'll be a lot of fun when I shove my foot up Gohan's ass."
"What was that?" Bulma called to him, "I couldn't understand you."
"I said, I can't wait until they get here," Vegeta lied. He seemed to lie a lot to Bulma since he found out the Son family was moving in. Soon after Goku bought Capsule he continued his tutoring job but didn't put in as much hours as he used to. His grades only seemed to be getting worse. If this was supposed to be so good for them, why was it having such a negative effect?
Bulma sighed looking down at her hands, then she looked up at the sky in search of Goku's air-car.
Just then a blue air-cruiser came her way, they were here, the son family was finally here.
"Welcome!" Bulma smiled as she opened the door for Goku, Gohan, and Goten. Pwar gave a welcoming smile and Vegeta sat in the background listening to his CD Walkman, he made sure to turn it up full blast so they would notice him and realize he couldn't care less about them.
Bulma looked at Vegeta uneasily, then turned to Gohan and Goten, you two can choose any room on the second floor.
"Didn't my Daddy buy this place?" Goten asked.
"Yes, he did," Bulma replied still smiling.
"Then who are YOU to tell ME what floor I'm allowed to stay on?" Goten asked quite rudely, "This place doesn't belong to you."
Goku flared at Goten in Sayian, which he seemed to understand quite well.
"Fine," Goten muttered heading to the steps, "second floor, I got'cha."
"Can I make a request though?" Gohan asked Bulma uneasily as he looked at Vegeta from the corner of his eye.
"Yes?" Bulma asked.
"Well, first off, is the second floor where everyone's room is?" Gohan questioned.
"If you're TRYING to ask her if I'm staying on the same floor as you, the answers yes," Vegeta cut in, "the second floor is all bedrooms so that the rest of the building can be used as laboratories, offices, and a habitats for all of our pets."
Bulma looked at Vegeta and then at Gohan nodding, "That's right, the second floor is the only floor with bedrooms."
"Oh, then never mind," Gohan said and when up the steps.
"Well," Goku half smiled, "wasn't that all interesting."
Bulma smiled and hugged Goku, "Thank you so much."
Vegeta felt a surge of rage seeing Bulma and Goku so close together and turned his head away quickly. Could that've been the reason why this was having such a bad affect on Vegeta? Because he didn't want to see Bulma and Goku together? And why should he? He adored Bulma, he loved everything about her, everything, she had truly been his mother. Then there was Goku, as hard as he tried, Vegeta could not see the good in Goku as Bulma did. All he saw was a cold-blooded murderer, the vision of all of his worst nightmares, merciless and demonic. That day Goku almost killed Vegeta Goku had even struck Bulma took the ground. How was Bulma so sure he wouldn't do it again?
Vegeta gritted his teeth and went upstairs as the two friends talked. Pwar tilted her head in curiously and followed him.
"What's up Veggie-head?" Pwar followed Vegeta into his room. She was the only person aside from Bulma who was able to call him that and live to tell about it.
"I don't like it," Vegeta paced back and forth.
"Don't like what?" Pwar questioned innocently.
"I don't like them together," Vegeta sat on his head, "these lousy male humans, one has hurt Bulma already, how is she so sure it won't happen again?"
"But Goku's not a human Vegeta," Pwar noted recalling the story Bulma told her in the Dairy Queen, "right? So there's nothing to worry about."
"I don't trust him," Vegeta thought long and hard, "he's a backstabber."
"WHAT did I tell you about talking about my father?" Gohan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.
"What do YOU want, brat?" Vegeta glowered at Gohan.
"I suppose this is your room," Gohan looked around nonchalant.
"What's it to ya?"
"Figures I'd choose the room right across from yours."
"YOU WHAT?" Vegeta jumped up, "No, you need to get out of there. This is a REALLY big floor, find another room."
"You find another room, I'm fine right where I'm at," Gohan snapped back.
"WHAT did you just say? I've lived here for EIGHT years, you can't tell ME to move! This is my room!" Vegeta flared.
"Boys, boys, settle down," Pwar tried to calm them down but they continued to bicker, "I said, SHUT UP!!!"
Vegeta and Gohan shut their mouths and looked at Pwar.
"Better," Pwar cleared her throat, "I don't see why you can't both keep you rooms, it's across the hall Vegeta. It's not like your sleeping in the same room. You two can manage."
"No way is this loser gonna be living that close to me!" Vegeta pointed at Gohan angrily.
"I said YOU'LL MANAGE," Pwar started through clenched teeth, "so you'll manage damn it."
And with that last word Pwar left Vegeta's room to go to her own.
Gohan and Vegeta exchanged glances then scowled at each other.
"I'll just keep my door closed," Gohan suggested.
"Good plan," Vegeta replied, "now get outta my room."
***NOTE*** You can only guess what happens next, I can only guess what happens next, R&R!!!
"LIVING W/ THE ENEMY"
After about a week Pwar took over her old room and stayed with Bulma and Vegeta at the Capsule. She and Vegeta became quick friends, with their similar open-mindedness and crave to make Bulma's future get back on the right track. Now that Pwar stayed as a roommate, she got a job and helped pay for the rent as best she could, but even that could not save Bulma from the debt she had already been in before Yamcha had left. That's where Vegeta came in.
"Pwar?" Vegeta popped his head into Pwar's room.
"Payday kid?" Pwar flew over.
"Yeah, I only got a hundred dollars this week," Vegeta rubbed his sore nose trying not to sneeze, "ya know, cus I was out for most of the week."
"It's okay kid," Pwar took the money, "I wish you would tell Bulma the truth though, about where this is all coming from. I feel so low taking credit for your hard work."
"No," Vegeta replied quickly, "you can't tell Bulma that I work afterschool. She'll make me stop and say that it interferes with my homework."
"Does it?" Pwar asked curiously.
"Please," Vegeta answered back shortly, "if I wanted to do that stuff I could finish it in thirty seconds--at the most."
"Why do you do that Vegeta?" Pwar sighed, "You're so smart, why do you portray yourself as an idiot? You're going to get left back with those grades of yours."
"Because humans don't fear those who are smart, they shun them," Vegeta replied, sneezed, then rubbed his nose, "I'm maintaining a C average, that's enough to get me through high school. I don't need to prove myself to any stupid humans, I know very well that I'm smarter than any of them."
Pwar sighed again, "Okay Vegeta, now go on and get outta here before you get ME sick."
Vegeta nodded and stumbled out of Pwar's room bumping into Bulma.
"Oh Vegeta," Bulma pushed back his hair in a caring motherly way, "are you still feeling sick? Because I can make you more soup if you like?"
Vegeta slightly blushed as he looked at the warm motherly smile on Bulma's face, "Nah, I'm fine, I feel a lot better now thanks." He said right before sneezing.
"Nevertheless, I would like it if you got some rest, the house is so chilly, I don't want your cold getting any worse than it is." Bulma walked Vegeta to his room.
"Yes, Bulma," Vegeta replied and went into his room.
Bulma smiled to herself and went into Pwar's room, "Let's check the sales Pwar!"
"No," Pwar replied stubbornly, "I can't believe your even THINKING about selling the Capsule!"
"I'm just looking at what people are willing to pay Pwar, I'm not selling it---" Bulma went on Pwar laptop and went to the Capsule Corp. website, "--yet."
Pwar snorted crossing her arms, "Well count me out, I don't even wanna talk about it."
Pwar flew out the door only to be drawn back by Bulma's screams of shock.
"What the---?!" Pwar flew in.
"Lookit! Lookit!" Bulma pointed at the screen.
"HOLY CRAP!" Pwar shouted staring at the screen, "THAT'S ALOTTA ZEROS!!!"
Vegeta sat in his bed with his ear to the wall like a little child listening to their parent's conversation.
"Not only would that get us out of debt, but I could build a whole NEW Capsule Corp. and REALLY start my life over!" Bulma exclaimed happily through the wall.
"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves Bulma," Vegeta heard Pwar through the wall, "let's think about this, why would someone so willingly put up THAT much money?!"
Suddenly Bulma burst out into giggles Vegeta recognized as the ones the girls in his school gave out when they were completely overjoyed, "Because he's Son Goku."
"WHAT?!" Pwar exclaimed in utter shock.
"What?!" Vegeta slammed his head in the wall surprised then rubbed it viciously trying to take away the pain he had inflicted upon himself. From the sounds of it, it had been a lot of money, how was Goku able to get it? "The bastard did it," Vegeta mumbled to himself, "the bastard actually kept this word!"
So Bulma sold Capsule Corp. to Goku and they made reservations for him to move in, in a bout a month.
"I don't want to move into that blue-haired ladies' house," Goten whined on the way to Bulma's in the Son family's new air-cruiser.
"Too bad," Goku shrugged, he'd lost all the patience he had for Goten and his little attitude.
"Too bad?" Goten looked at Goku surprised, "Too bad?! You can't tell me that! Mom wouldn't speak to me like that! She'd make it better! She would make it so I was happy."
"Frankly my spoiled little brat," Goku steered, "I don't give a damn."
Goten's jaw-dropped slightly as he looked at Goku, then his cheeks puffed up as he slouched in his seat aggravated.
"Yes, Bulma going to still be living there?" Gohan asked looking out his side window.
"Of course, that's why I bought the place," Goku replied as if it were an obvious question.
"So I guess," Gohan looked ahead, "that means Vegeta will be staying there too."
"Yep," Goku replied.
"What fun," Gohan sighed sarcastically slouching in his seat.
"C'mon you guys, give it a chance," Goku looked at the two boys, "It's better than living in that small little hut. Besides, now you get to have your own rooms."
"REALLY?" Goten exclaimed happily.
"Really," Goku nodded.
"Finally," Goten snorted, "something I can get used to!"
"Au man," Vegeta reclined in the patio chair he was sitting in next to Bulma's as he hold his hand behind his head and crossed his legs on the patio railing, "I can't believe I have to spend the rest of my years here living only a few rooms away from that nitwit Gohan."
"Thought you guys called a truce?" Bulma looked at Vegeta.
"Truce, cold war," Vegeta shrugged looking at how the winter was slowly melting away into spring, "same difference."
Same difference, Bulma remembered and her eyes suddenly darkened, slightly as she though of that day at the airport. She quickly shook it off however, that life didn't matter to her anymore, "It's going to be fun."
"Fun she says," Vegeta mocked her in his Sayian tongue as he walked into the house, "sure it'll be a lot of fun when I shove my foot up Gohan's ass."
"What was that?" Bulma called to him, "I couldn't understand you."
"I said, I can't wait until they get here," Vegeta lied. He seemed to lie a lot to Bulma since he found out the Son family was moving in. Soon after Goku bought Capsule he continued his tutoring job but didn't put in as much hours as he used to. His grades only seemed to be getting worse. If this was supposed to be so good for them, why was it having such a negative effect?
Bulma sighed looking down at her hands, then she looked up at the sky in search of Goku's air-car.
Just then a blue air-cruiser came her way, they were here, the son family was finally here.
"Welcome!" Bulma smiled as she opened the door for Goku, Gohan, and Goten. Pwar gave a welcoming smile and Vegeta sat in the background listening to his CD Walkman, he made sure to turn it up full blast so they would notice him and realize he couldn't care less about them.
Bulma looked at Vegeta uneasily, then turned to Gohan and Goten, you two can choose any room on the second floor.
"Didn't my Daddy buy this place?" Goten asked.
"Yes, he did," Bulma replied still smiling.
"Then who are YOU to tell ME what floor I'm allowed to stay on?" Goten asked quite rudely, "This place doesn't belong to you."
Goku flared at Goten in Sayian, which he seemed to understand quite well.
"Fine," Goten muttered heading to the steps, "second floor, I got'cha."
"Can I make a request though?" Gohan asked Bulma uneasily as he looked at Vegeta from the corner of his eye.
"Yes?" Bulma asked.
"Well, first off, is the second floor where everyone's room is?" Gohan questioned.
"If you're TRYING to ask her if I'm staying on the same floor as you, the answers yes," Vegeta cut in, "the second floor is all bedrooms so that the rest of the building can be used as laboratories, offices, and a habitats for all of our pets."
Bulma looked at Vegeta and then at Gohan nodding, "That's right, the second floor is the only floor with bedrooms."
"Oh, then never mind," Gohan said and when up the steps.
"Well," Goku half smiled, "wasn't that all interesting."
Bulma smiled and hugged Goku, "Thank you so much."
Vegeta felt a surge of rage seeing Bulma and Goku so close together and turned his head away quickly. Could that've been the reason why this was having such a bad affect on Vegeta? Because he didn't want to see Bulma and Goku together? And why should he? He adored Bulma, he loved everything about her, everything, she had truly been his mother. Then there was Goku, as hard as he tried, Vegeta could not see the good in Goku as Bulma did. All he saw was a cold-blooded murderer, the vision of all of his worst nightmares, merciless and demonic. That day Goku almost killed Vegeta Goku had even struck Bulma took the ground. How was Bulma so sure he wouldn't do it again?
Vegeta gritted his teeth and went upstairs as the two friends talked. Pwar tilted her head in curiously and followed him.
"What's up Veggie-head?" Pwar followed Vegeta into his room. She was the only person aside from Bulma who was able to call him that and live to tell about it.
"I don't like it," Vegeta paced back and forth.
"Don't like what?" Pwar questioned innocently.
"I don't like them together," Vegeta sat on his head, "these lousy male humans, one has hurt Bulma already, how is she so sure it won't happen again?"
"But Goku's not a human Vegeta," Pwar noted recalling the story Bulma told her in the Dairy Queen, "right? So there's nothing to worry about."
"I don't trust him," Vegeta thought long and hard, "he's a backstabber."
"WHAT did I tell you about talking about my father?" Gohan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.
"What do YOU want, brat?" Vegeta glowered at Gohan.
"I suppose this is your room," Gohan looked around nonchalant.
"What's it to ya?"
"Figures I'd choose the room right across from yours."
"YOU WHAT?" Vegeta jumped up, "No, you need to get out of there. This is a REALLY big floor, find another room."
"You find another room, I'm fine right where I'm at," Gohan snapped back.
"WHAT did you just say? I've lived here for EIGHT years, you can't tell ME to move! This is my room!" Vegeta flared.
"Boys, boys, settle down," Pwar tried to calm them down but they continued to bicker, "I said, SHUT UP!!!"
Vegeta and Gohan shut their mouths and looked at Pwar.
"Better," Pwar cleared her throat, "I don't see why you can't both keep you rooms, it's across the hall Vegeta. It's not like your sleeping in the same room. You two can manage."
"No way is this loser gonna be living that close to me!" Vegeta pointed at Gohan angrily.
"I said YOU'LL MANAGE," Pwar started through clenched teeth, "so you'll manage damn it."
And with that last word Pwar left Vegeta's room to go to her own.
Gohan and Vegeta exchanged glances then scowled at each other.
"I'll just keep my door closed," Gohan suggested.
"Good plan," Vegeta replied, "now get outta my room."
***NOTE*** You can only guess what happens next, I can only guess what happens next, R&R!!!