Chapter 8
"COME HOME"
NOTE: I'd just like to say thanks to all my loyal readers!!!! It's because of you guys who R&R that keeps me wanting to update this story! I just hope I don't screw up...I'd really hate to disappoint you guys! Well...enough of my babbling...on to chapter 8!!!!
Two days passed by without any trace of Vegeta. Where could he have gone? Where could he be?
"I want to know WHY!" Bulma shouted one day, her sadness had turned into anger, her anger into rage. She picked up a glass vase from the living room and smashed it against the wall right before breaking down in tears, "Why did he have to run away?!"
Gohan looked down, he needed to tell her the whole story, he just had to, "Bulma."
Bulma stopped and looked at Gohan standing in the hallway.
"There's something I haven't told you yet," Gohan averted his eyes.
"What?"
"About Vegeta."
"What about Vegeta?!" Bulma stood up desperately.
Gohan sat down on the couch, "Well...the reason he left was because of the scouter."
"The scouter? What scou--" she stopped, "he still has that?!"
"Yes, and it began to speak..." Gohan dared not tell her he was the one who told the Sayians Vegeta was alive, "and they heard Vegeta and I talking and so now they're coming to take him back to the Saiyan planet. He doesn't want to go back so he ran away."
"But why? Goku could've easily beaten them!" Bulma just couldn't understand.
Maybe because he hadn't thought of that, Gohan thought but said, "I think he wants to do this on his own. And he said something about not wanting them to use you against him..."
"Like in the letter," Bulma exclaimed.
"Yes, I guess he's afraid that they'll kidnap you and do what they did to my father and I to you and Vegeta," Gohan figured, "which makes perfect sense actually..."
"Gohan!" Bulma snapped.
"I mean!" Gohan looked up at her, "That's all I know."
Bulma sniffled, "Okay..."
"I'm sorry I couldn't stop him Bulma...I tried," Gohan turned away ashamed of himself.
"I know you did Gohan," Bulma went upstairs to her room and locked the door. Within seconds "I Will Survive began to play. It just wasn't the same this time around though. She looked at the ceiling as she lay in bed, eyes glazing. As cliché as it may sound, let the truth be told, boyfriends come and go, but friendships--true friendships, they're forever. And Vegeta was more than just a friend--he was family.
Someone knocked on the door and Bulma immediately sat up and wiped her tears.
"Coming," she turned her music on low and ran to the door. There Goku stood outside her door with an unsure look on his face.
"You okay Bulma?" He asked.
She rubbed her eyes, "who me? Yeah."
He smirked, "Good 'cus I was gonna ask you...well if you're feeling alright with it," he scratched the back of his head nervously, "if you'd go on a walk with me or something."
Bulma smiled warmly.
"I mean...Vegeta obviously has his own plans so there's no sense in us sitting around waiting for him to return...who knows how long that may be," Goku said.
"You're right," Bulma nodded walking out closing the door behind her, "at least this time I have a promise that he'll return...I hope he does."
"Don't worry Bulma," Goku smiled down at her as she took his arm, "he will."
"I feel guilty Goku," Bulma averted her eyes from the beautiful starry sky as they walked down the street.
"Why?" Goku blinked turning to her.
"Because, when Yamcha went away I could barely walk better yet stroll down a street," Bulma began to explain, "and now Vegeta's gone and here I am gazing at this beautiful sky walking at your side."
"That's because these are two different situations entirely," Goku started, when Bulma looked up at him curiously he continued, "When Yamcha left he was abandoning you, never to return, it was to hurt and spite you. When Vegeta left it was the complete opposite. Just think of it as him going to college."
Bulma smirked holding on to Goku's arm, "college...right. With those grades! Please...and then I find out he could've done better the whole time?! When that boy comes back I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind!"
Goku laughed and they continued on their walk.
"Goku," Bulma started up a little later, "why did you kiss me?"
"Hmm?" Goku stopped short.
"Well...there had to be a reason..." Bulma said innocently.
"Well umm," Goku began nervously, "maybe we should start going back..."
"Goku," Bulma wouldn't budge as Goku attempted to walk back, but was unable to since Bulma had his hand, "do you love me?"
"Love...you..." Goku trailed looking back at her with a dazed expression.
Bulma let him go and averted her eyes to the ground, of course he--
"Yes."
"What?" Bulma thought out loud shocked.
Goku smirked taking Bulma's hands as he gazed into her eyes, "I do love you Bulma, very much, I always have."
Bulma felt her knees begin to cave, "you...have?"
Goku continued to give one of his infamous smirks as he kissed her hand, "yes."
"Oh Goku!" Bulma wrapped her arms around Goku's neck giving him a big hug right before her knees caved completely. Goku laughed as he helped her back on her feet and continued on their walk.
I just hope that boy has learned something in his years here, Goku thought with a somber face, I would hate to have to kill him if he tried to take over the Earth again.
"I'm not in danger of dying here am I?" Trunks asked Vegeta after Vegeta explained the whole story to him. He had spent a whole day trying to find Vegeta and now that he had--he kind of wish he hadn't.
"You'll be outta here before they even get here," Vegeta finished up his letter right before the two boys were foreshadowed by a giant spacecraft, "or not."
Trunks began to tremble, "They're probably going to hold a laser gun to my head and threaten to kill me until you agree to be their leader again."
"Not likely," Vegeta folded the letter and handed over to Trunks.
"Hmm?" Trunks blinked sticking the letter in the inside pocket of his denim bolero.
"They wouldn't waste their time," Vegeta stood up, "I couldn't care less about you."
"So nice to know you care," Trunks said sarcastically as he got out his hover board.
Vegeta turned to him, "No Trunks, take my bike instead."
"Why?" Trunks put on his helmet after jumping on the hover board.
"It goes ten times faster then that piece of floating drift wood and besides," Vegeta smirked, "I need you to take care of it while I'm away."
Trunks blinked and jumped on the shiny black bike, then took off into the night, "Bye Vegeta."
"Bye Trunks," Vegeta whispered as the spacecraft finally landed.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he watched the door of the spaceship slide open with a poof of smoke and three figures submerge.
Vegeta half grinned as the figures came into view. As much as he despised the thought of leaving Bulma, seeing the Sayians again thrilled him, "well hello men."
The three Sayians stared in utter disbelief. It was the youngest one, Turlus--a Goku look alike, who spoke first.
"Wow! Is that scrawny little Vegeta!? Man you've grown some," Turlus circled around Vegeta, "yep, you sure have." He laughed and punched Vegeta on the shoulder, "Lookin' good kiddo!"
"Eh heh," Vegeta grinned sheepishly rubbing his shoulder.
"Enough Turlus!" A sayian that looked like an older version of the Goku look-alike, "Goddamn, I can't take you anywhere!"
Turlus rolled his eyes and stood by his father.
"Oh Vegeta!" The bald one, Nappa, bowed at Vegeta's feet, "We are so happy to see you alive and well."
"I'm sure..." Vegeta replied looking down at Nappa with sarcasm in his voice, "let me guess, my father has died and you've come to take me to be the new King."
"Not exactly," Turlus' brother Bardock said, "Vegeta-sei is under siege and we need every Sayian we can find to help us fight."
Vegeta blinked puzzled, "How can that be? Sayians are the strongest beings in the universe! How can we be under siege!?!"
They all stood there unable to answer.
Vegeta may have wanted to stay on Earth, but he'd always have the heart of a Sayian and the love for his planet.
He slung his bag over his shoulder, "Well what the hell are we waiting for?! Let's go dammit!"
"We knew we could count on you," Bardock grinned, then added, "what about Kakkorot...you never reported back...we thought you were dead!"
"Kakkorot..." Vegeta trailed thinking of Goku as he started to walk to the ship, he turned to Bardock and said, "I'm sorry Bardock, but Kakkorot is dead."
"Oh," Bardock's eyes slightly darkened, "well let's go then."
"Maybe after we take care of these bastards you can stick around Vegeta," Turlus put a hand on Vegeta's shoulder as they all went into the ship, "you don't know how thrilled the King was when he found out you were alive."
Vegeta smiled slightly, "maybe I will..."
"Bulma I'm hungry," Goku whispered as he watched TV with his arm around Bulma, "...Bulma?"
He looked down and saw Bulma sleeping soundly beside him.
"Oh..." he whispered and grabbed a pillow, then gentle laid Bulma on it and got up. He quietly went out the room softly saying, "'night Bulma."
"Goodnight Goku..." Bulma murmured in her sleep with a faint smile on her face.
Bulma awoke the next morning to the smell of something burning. The first thing she thought was, oh no! The house is on fire! She collected herself and ran to the kitchen were the burning smell seemed to be coming from.
There Goku stood staring exasperated at a pan of blackened eggs.
"How do you burn eggs?" Goten criticized.
Goku gave him an evil glare right before noticing Bulma, "Oh hey Bulma! Look I made breakfast!"
He showed Bulma the eggs as a drip mark rolled down the side of her head.
"He'll poison us all!" Goten exclaimed.
"Shut up Goten!" Gohan berated, though he was thinking the same thing.
"That's great Goku," Bulma smiled uneasily.
Goku let out a heavy sigh and tossed the whole pan in the garbage, "C'mon let's go to Denny's."
"I'll live to see another day!" Goten ran out the door.
"Not if you don't shut up," Goku barked through clenched teeth.
Bulma couldn't help but giggle. The Son family was a pretty cool family to be around when they weren't thinking about how much they absolutely loathed each other.
"Does it havta be Denny's?" Gohan pouted.
"Oh brother," Goku rolled his eyes, "do you WANT those eggs? 'Cus I just changed the garbage bag...they ARE still edible."
Gohan stared at him with eyes half shut, "depending on your definition of edible."
Goku clenched a fist as his temple pulsed, "just get dressed will ya? I'm making up for my lousy cooking skills by taking you guys out, so be grateful."
"I am grateful," Gohan walked out the kitchen, then called from the steps, "this is me being grateful!"
Bulma laughed, "Your boys are so...so cute!"
"Shh..." Goku put a finger to his lips, "don't say the 'c' word."
"'C' wor...cute?" Bulma tilted her head.
Goku winked, "Guys only take that as a compliment from hot girls they like."
Bulma rolled her eyes smiling, "oh brother."
"So, you're going in your jammies?" Goku stated.
"What?" Bulma looked down at her clothes, "oh no. I'll go change now."
She smiled and went upstairs.
"Done!" Goten jumped from the top of the stairs soon after, perfectly landing in front of Goku.
"Hey! You're dressed like me!" Goku exclaimed admiring the fact that his son was wearing the same denim jeans, white shirt, denim jacket, and backwards cap he had on.
"Of course," Goten smirked, "you're my Dad, I look up to you," he crossed his arms, "even if you can't cook."
"Eh heh," Goku chuckled with a drip.
"Besides, all that being mad and hating you stuff is getting really boring. And all those angry pictures are just no fun to draw anymore," Goten put in.
"Angry pictures?" Goku tilted his head.
"Uhm...never mind..." Goten scratched the back of his head as Gohan ran down the steps.
"Done." Gohan said as he reached the landing.
"Now all we have to wait for is Bulma," Goku told his two boys.
"Coming!" Bulma exclaimed sliding down the railing.
Goku caught her at the end and raised an eyebrow, "Don't you think you're a bit old to be doing that?"
Bulma beamed standing up, "you're never too old to be a kid Goku, ain't that right boys?"
"Right!" Goten cheered taking Bulma's hand.
"Ugh, spare me," Gohan rolled his eyes and they all headed out.
"Well, you're being a lot friendlier," Bulma smiled down at Goten as they walked to the hover car.
"I figure, you and I have a lot in common," Goten looked up at her, "and we understand each other."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Goten nodded, "and everyone needs at least one person who understands them right?"
"Yes, I guess you're right," Bulma agreed.
"I AM right," Goten gave one of his father's cocky grins.
Bulma giggled, "Yes you are."
"HEY!" Pwar flew out of the house like lightning, "How dare you forget about ME!"
"Oh Pwar, you're up," Goku smiled.
"Yeah! And I'm hungry!" Pwar flew into the hover car once everyone buckled up.
The others laughed as Goku took off.
"This isn't any fun anymore Chi-chi," Yamcha sat by the edge of a gigantic pool in the backyard of an even bigger mansion that made the 1 mile swimming pool look like a puddle.
"For Kami's sake!" Chi-chi swore relaxing in a pool floaty, right before chucking her pina colada right at Yamcha's head--which he immediately dodged, "All you do is whine, whine, whine. I think I did Bulma a FAVOUR by taking you with me."
Yamcha sighed sadly and kicked at the water, "Don't you miss them in the least bit Chi-chi? I mean...you had two sons?"
"So what?" Chi-chi spat as she rang the bell for her butler.
"So...doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Not really," Chi-chi laid back in her floaty and relaxed in the pool once a waiter brought her another pina colada.
"But..." Yamcha stopped and looked down at the water.
"Listen Yamcha," Chi-chi looked over her sunglasses, "in life it's all for one and none for all. You have to make sacrifices to get ahead in life. Baring those two brats just happened to be mine." she took a sip of her drink and sighed, "I'm pretty sure Ronan and Jolen are capable of taking care of themselves."
"Gohan and Goten," Yamcha corrected.
"Whatever," Chi-chi replied.
Yamcha shook his head and stood up, "I've had enough of this!"
"Enough of what Yamcha?" Chi-chi asked innocently.
"Enough of you!" Yamcha pointed at Chi-chi accusingly, "I refuse to be in a relationship that's going nowhere! The only person you care about is your own goddamn self and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you! You're so selfish if I were to die right now you'd probably say something along the lines of 'well, now I have to get a new toy' and toss me in the bushes somewhere! You're a goddamned bitch and the part that I hate most is you're proud of that!"
Yamcha started towards the mansion.
"Yamcha where are you going?" Chi-chi pulled herself to the side of the pool and crawled out.
"I'm going home!" Yamcha snapped.
Chi-chi ran in front of him stretching her arms out in front of him, "silly Yamcha, you are home."
"I'm going back to Bulma," Yamcha glowered at Chi-chi.
"Oh," Chi-chi stepped aside and watched Yamcha stomp inside, "yes, I'm sure she's going to welcome you with open arms--especially after you ripped out her heart and stomped it into little pieces."
Yamcha stopped.
"And for her ex-best friend's wife," Chi-chi laughed wickedly, "priceless! Simply priceless!" She clapped her hands, "Yamcha, if you can prove to me that that girl will still love you after all this, I will commend you."
Yamcha's eyes darkened, Chi-chi was right, Bulma would never forgive him. Just like he could never forgive his fiancée for running off with another guy so soon before their wedding.
"Just remember Yamcha," Chi-hi said seductively, "she'll never do it like I can," she grabbed his face and made them meet eye to eye, "and she'd never go passed her limits to make you happy."
Yamcha turned away, he just wanted to go home to Bulma and Capsule Corp. None of this nonsense. This plan was backfiring right in his face, why had he been so stupid?
"Yamcha, baby, please," was Chi-chi begging? "don't do this baby," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I love you."
Yamcha pushed her away, "You need to have a heart to be capable of love Chi-chi...now if you'll excuse me I'd like to be by myself for awhile."
"You'll forgive me Yamcha!" Chi-chi shouted as Yamcha went up the steps, then muttered, "I'll make sure you do. There's no way I'm going to let you sell me out to Goku because of your weak heart."
"Hey...HEY! Watch the ears!" Pwar shouted as Goten and Gohan gave her a doggy bath.
"Hush Pwar," Goten scrubbed between her ears, "dogs don't talk!"
"Yeah Pwar," Gohan added, "You agreed to help us practice for when we opened our dog washing business."
Pwar muttered as she was washed and scrubbed, "well don't expect a tip."
Goten and Gohan laughed as they rinsed Pwar off with the hose.
Bulma giggled as she watched, sitting beside Goku, "be careful boys, Pwar isn't one to let something like this go by without getting her revenge."
"Darn straight," Pwar told them as they dried her off with a towel.
Gohan and Goten blinked and looked down at the fuzzy blue cat blinking.
"I can vogue for that," Goku crossed his arms as he thought back to his childhood, "One time I tossed Pwar at this blonde haired lady so I can get the dragonballs back from'er...later that day--"
"Later that day what Dad?" Goten blinked crawling over to Goku.
Goku turned away melodramatically, "It's so horrible...I...I don't want to talk about it."
Gohan looked down at Pwar and pet her nervously, "Nice kitty...good kitty..."
Pwar smirked evilly and bit Gohan's hand hard.
"AHHH!" Gohan jumped up and began to run around trying to shake Pwar off, "now her venom will sink into my veins and I'll be her whipped kitty slave for the rest of my life!"
Goten fell over laughing as Bulma and Goku stared wide-eyed.
Gohan let out one last scream before collapsing on the floor with swirls in his eyes.
"Okay Pwar, you've gotten your revenge, now let the boy go," Bulma said with a firm smile.
"He tasted bad anyway," Pwar flew in the house.
Gohan glared evilly at Goten as he continued to roll on the floor laughing.
"Gohan's...scared of...a CAT!" Goten said through laughs.
"Ha, ha," Gohan drummed his fingers on the ground, "I should've known Dad was just tryin' to scare us."
Goku snickered as he stood up and stretched, "I think I'm going to train a bit."
"I wanna train too Dad," Goten jumped in Goku's arms.
"Yeah me too," Gohan stood up.
Bulma sighed, "So I guess that leaves me all alone."
"You can train with us if you want to Bulma," Goku offered.
"No thanks!" Bulma went inside, "I'd die if I came out smelling like you guys do."
The Son family blinked, sniffed under their arms, and then shrugged to each other.
"Not me," Bulma went on sitting on the living room couch, "I'm going to sit back, relax, and watch some soap operas!"
"Soap operas?" Goku practically spat, "If you're going to be lazy at least watch something decent!"
"You aren't MY father Goku," Bulma snuffed turning on the television, "you can't tell me what to do."
"I'm not telling you what to do Bulma, I'm just saying," Goku tried to explain, "you have a life of your own...why do you have to spend it watching other people's melodramatic lives that don't make any sense what-so-ever?"
"I watch it because their lives are more miserable than mine," Bulma beamed at Goku, "which makes me feel better about myself."
Goku looked exasperated, "that...wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for."
"I know, but that's all you're getting!" Bulma turned back to the TV, signaling the conversation was over.
Goku sighed heavily and went up the stairs after telling the boys, "c'mon guys, this chick is giving me a headache."
Goten and Gohan chuckled as they followed their father.
That night, while everyone was sleeping Goten wrote an entry in his journal;
Dear Journal;
The suckers are falling for it, they're actually falling for it! They all think I'm on their side--they couldn't be more wrong. First, I'll get them to trust me and wait until we're all real close. Then, when they least suspect it I'll carry out my plan. First I'll do something that'll make Dad really mad at Bulma. Maybe stain his favorite shirt or something (small stuff I know, but I have plenty of time to think up what would make him mad at her). From the argument they had on soap operas today, getting them mad at each other shouldn't be too hard. Bulma doesn't seem to like it when Dad puts down the stuff she's into. Well, there's plenty of crap she's into that sucks, so that just makes my job even easier.
Once they're mad at each other I plan on telling them evil things that they said about each other behind their backs. Of course, they'll never catch on. Who'd expect sweet little innocent Goten to be behind their feuding? Since Vegeta's gone now there's no one stopping Dad from kicking Bulma straight out the house. And that's exactly what he's going to do.
The last part of my plan is mom coming back and we're all living happily in this nice big complex. I don't have to worry about that. I'm sure Mom's on her way home right now. Hey wait a minute...what if she goes home...sees we aren't there and doesn't know where to go? That'd be a problem...she might think we abandoned her and leave again...NO! Think of something Goten...NOT ONE PAPER! Ugh...why do I always do this? Okay, I know, I'll write a letter to mom and then tomorrow I'll ask Gohan to take me back home after school. I can't ask Dad because he might catch on...Gohan's stupid though so it's okay.
This plan couldn't go any better! Well...I shouldn't say that because this was the easy part...I don't want to jinx it after all...
Well, I'm tired.
Later Journal,
Son Goten
"COME HOME"
NOTE: I'd just like to say thanks to all my loyal readers!!!! It's because of you guys who R&R that keeps me wanting to update this story! I just hope I don't screw up...I'd really hate to disappoint you guys! Well...enough of my babbling...on to chapter 8!!!!
Two days passed by without any trace of Vegeta. Where could he have gone? Where could he be?
"I want to know WHY!" Bulma shouted one day, her sadness had turned into anger, her anger into rage. She picked up a glass vase from the living room and smashed it against the wall right before breaking down in tears, "Why did he have to run away?!"
Gohan looked down, he needed to tell her the whole story, he just had to, "Bulma."
Bulma stopped and looked at Gohan standing in the hallway.
"There's something I haven't told you yet," Gohan averted his eyes.
"What?"
"About Vegeta."
"What about Vegeta?!" Bulma stood up desperately.
Gohan sat down on the couch, "Well...the reason he left was because of the scouter."
"The scouter? What scou--" she stopped, "he still has that?!"
"Yes, and it began to speak..." Gohan dared not tell her he was the one who told the Sayians Vegeta was alive, "and they heard Vegeta and I talking and so now they're coming to take him back to the Saiyan planet. He doesn't want to go back so he ran away."
"But why? Goku could've easily beaten them!" Bulma just couldn't understand.
Maybe because he hadn't thought of that, Gohan thought but said, "I think he wants to do this on his own. And he said something about not wanting them to use you against him..."
"Like in the letter," Bulma exclaimed.
"Yes, I guess he's afraid that they'll kidnap you and do what they did to my father and I to you and Vegeta," Gohan figured, "which makes perfect sense actually..."
"Gohan!" Bulma snapped.
"I mean!" Gohan looked up at her, "That's all I know."
Bulma sniffled, "Okay..."
"I'm sorry I couldn't stop him Bulma...I tried," Gohan turned away ashamed of himself.
"I know you did Gohan," Bulma went upstairs to her room and locked the door. Within seconds "I Will Survive began to play. It just wasn't the same this time around though. She looked at the ceiling as she lay in bed, eyes glazing. As cliché as it may sound, let the truth be told, boyfriends come and go, but friendships--true friendships, they're forever. And Vegeta was more than just a friend--he was family.
Someone knocked on the door and Bulma immediately sat up and wiped her tears.
"Coming," she turned her music on low and ran to the door. There Goku stood outside her door with an unsure look on his face.
"You okay Bulma?" He asked.
She rubbed her eyes, "who me? Yeah."
He smirked, "Good 'cus I was gonna ask you...well if you're feeling alright with it," he scratched the back of his head nervously, "if you'd go on a walk with me or something."
Bulma smiled warmly.
"I mean...Vegeta obviously has his own plans so there's no sense in us sitting around waiting for him to return...who knows how long that may be," Goku said.
"You're right," Bulma nodded walking out closing the door behind her, "at least this time I have a promise that he'll return...I hope he does."
"Don't worry Bulma," Goku smiled down at her as she took his arm, "he will."
"I feel guilty Goku," Bulma averted her eyes from the beautiful starry sky as they walked down the street.
"Why?" Goku blinked turning to her.
"Because, when Yamcha went away I could barely walk better yet stroll down a street," Bulma began to explain, "and now Vegeta's gone and here I am gazing at this beautiful sky walking at your side."
"That's because these are two different situations entirely," Goku started, when Bulma looked up at him curiously he continued, "When Yamcha left he was abandoning you, never to return, it was to hurt and spite you. When Vegeta left it was the complete opposite. Just think of it as him going to college."
Bulma smirked holding on to Goku's arm, "college...right. With those grades! Please...and then I find out he could've done better the whole time?! When that boy comes back I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind!"
Goku laughed and they continued on their walk.
"Goku," Bulma started up a little later, "why did you kiss me?"
"Hmm?" Goku stopped short.
"Well...there had to be a reason..." Bulma said innocently.
"Well umm," Goku began nervously, "maybe we should start going back..."
"Goku," Bulma wouldn't budge as Goku attempted to walk back, but was unable to since Bulma had his hand, "do you love me?"
"Love...you..." Goku trailed looking back at her with a dazed expression.
Bulma let him go and averted her eyes to the ground, of course he--
"Yes."
"What?" Bulma thought out loud shocked.
Goku smirked taking Bulma's hands as he gazed into her eyes, "I do love you Bulma, very much, I always have."
Bulma felt her knees begin to cave, "you...have?"
Goku continued to give one of his infamous smirks as he kissed her hand, "yes."
"Oh Goku!" Bulma wrapped her arms around Goku's neck giving him a big hug right before her knees caved completely. Goku laughed as he helped her back on her feet and continued on their walk.
I just hope that boy has learned something in his years here, Goku thought with a somber face, I would hate to have to kill him if he tried to take over the Earth again.
"I'm not in danger of dying here am I?" Trunks asked Vegeta after Vegeta explained the whole story to him. He had spent a whole day trying to find Vegeta and now that he had--he kind of wish he hadn't.
"You'll be outta here before they even get here," Vegeta finished up his letter right before the two boys were foreshadowed by a giant spacecraft, "or not."
Trunks began to tremble, "They're probably going to hold a laser gun to my head and threaten to kill me until you agree to be their leader again."
"Not likely," Vegeta folded the letter and handed over to Trunks.
"Hmm?" Trunks blinked sticking the letter in the inside pocket of his denim bolero.
"They wouldn't waste their time," Vegeta stood up, "I couldn't care less about you."
"So nice to know you care," Trunks said sarcastically as he got out his hover board.
Vegeta turned to him, "No Trunks, take my bike instead."
"Why?" Trunks put on his helmet after jumping on the hover board.
"It goes ten times faster then that piece of floating drift wood and besides," Vegeta smirked, "I need you to take care of it while I'm away."
Trunks blinked and jumped on the shiny black bike, then took off into the night, "Bye Vegeta."
"Bye Trunks," Vegeta whispered as the spacecraft finally landed.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he watched the door of the spaceship slide open with a poof of smoke and three figures submerge.
Vegeta half grinned as the figures came into view. As much as he despised the thought of leaving Bulma, seeing the Sayians again thrilled him, "well hello men."
The three Sayians stared in utter disbelief. It was the youngest one, Turlus--a Goku look alike, who spoke first.
"Wow! Is that scrawny little Vegeta!? Man you've grown some," Turlus circled around Vegeta, "yep, you sure have." He laughed and punched Vegeta on the shoulder, "Lookin' good kiddo!"
"Eh heh," Vegeta grinned sheepishly rubbing his shoulder.
"Enough Turlus!" A sayian that looked like an older version of the Goku look-alike, "Goddamn, I can't take you anywhere!"
Turlus rolled his eyes and stood by his father.
"Oh Vegeta!" The bald one, Nappa, bowed at Vegeta's feet, "We are so happy to see you alive and well."
"I'm sure..." Vegeta replied looking down at Nappa with sarcasm in his voice, "let me guess, my father has died and you've come to take me to be the new King."
"Not exactly," Turlus' brother Bardock said, "Vegeta-sei is under siege and we need every Sayian we can find to help us fight."
Vegeta blinked puzzled, "How can that be? Sayians are the strongest beings in the universe! How can we be under siege!?!"
They all stood there unable to answer.
Vegeta may have wanted to stay on Earth, but he'd always have the heart of a Sayian and the love for his planet.
He slung his bag over his shoulder, "Well what the hell are we waiting for?! Let's go dammit!"
"We knew we could count on you," Bardock grinned, then added, "what about Kakkorot...you never reported back...we thought you were dead!"
"Kakkorot..." Vegeta trailed thinking of Goku as he started to walk to the ship, he turned to Bardock and said, "I'm sorry Bardock, but Kakkorot is dead."
"Oh," Bardock's eyes slightly darkened, "well let's go then."
"Maybe after we take care of these bastards you can stick around Vegeta," Turlus put a hand on Vegeta's shoulder as they all went into the ship, "you don't know how thrilled the King was when he found out you were alive."
Vegeta smiled slightly, "maybe I will..."
"Bulma I'm hungry," Goku whispered as he watched TV with his arm around Bulma, "...Bulma?"
He looked down and saw Bulma sleeping soundly beside him.
"Oh..." he whispered and grabbed a pillow, then gentle laid Bulma on it and got up. He quietly went out the room softly saying, "'night Bulma."
"Goodnight Goku..." Bulma murmured in her sleep with a faint smile on her face.
Bulma awoke the next morning to the smell of something burning. The first thing she thought was, oh no! The house is on fire! She collected herself and ran to the kitchen were the burning smell seemed to be coming from.
There Goku stood staring exasperated at a pan of blackened eggs.
"How do you burn eggs?" Goten criticized.
Goku gave him an evil glare right before noticing Bulma, "Oh hey Bulma! Look I made breakfast!"
He showed Bulma the eggs as a drip mark rolled down the side of her head.
"He'll poison us all!" Goten exclaimed.
"Shut up Goten!" Gohan berated, though he was thinking the same thing.
"That's great Goku," Bulma smiled uneasily.
Goku let out a heavy sigh and tossed the whole pan in the garbage, "C'mon let's go to Denny's."
"I'll live to see another day!" Goten ran out the door.
"Not if you don't shut up," Goku barked through clenched teeth.
Bulma couldn't help but giggle. The Son family was a pretty cool family to be around when they weren't thinking about how much they absolutely loathed each other.
"Does it havta be Denny's?" Gohan pouted.
"Oh brother," Goku rolled his eyes, "do you WANT those eggs? 'Cus I just changed the garbage bag...they ARE still edible."
Gohan stared at him with eyes half shut, "depending on your definition of edible."
Goku clenched a fist as his temple pulsed, "just get dressed will ya? I'm making up for my lousy cooking skills by taking you guys out, so be grateful."
"I am grateful," Gohan walked out the kitchen, then called from the steps, "this is me being grateful!"
Bulma laughed, "Your boys are so...so cute!"
"Shh..." Goku put a finger to his lips, "don't say the 'c' word."
"'C' wor...cute?" Bulma tilted her head.
Goku winked, "Guys only take that as a compliment from hot girls they like."
Bulma rolled her eyes smiling, "oh brother."
"So, you're going in your jammies?" Goku stated.
"What?" Bulma looked down at her clothes, "oh no. I'll go change now."
She smiled and went upstairs.
"Done!" Goten jumped from the top of the stairs soon after, perfectly landing in front of Goku.
"Hey! You're dressed like me!" Goku exclaimed admiring the fact that his son was wearing the same denim jeans, white shirt, denim jacket, and backwards cap he had on.
"Of course," Goten smirked, "you're my Dad, I look up to you," he crossed his arms, "even if you can't cook."
"Eh heh," Goku chuckled with a drip.
"Besides, all that being mad and hating you stuff is getting really boring. And all those angry pictures are just no fun to draw anymore," Goten put in.
"Angry pictures?" Goku tilted his head.
"Uhm...never mind..." Goten scratched the back of his head as Gohan ran down the steps.
"Done." Gohan said as he reached the landing.
"Now all we have to wait for is Bulma," Goku told his two boys.
"Coming!" Bulma exclaimed sliding down the railing.
Goku caught her at the end and raised an eyebrow, "Don't you think you're a bit old to be doing that?"
Bulma beamed standing up, "you're never too old to be a kid Goku, ain't that right boys?"
"Right!" Goten cheered taking Bulma's hand.
"Ugh, spare me," Gohan rolled his eyes and they all headed out.
"Well, you're being a lot friendlier," Bulma smiled down at Goten as they walked to the hover car.
"I figure, you and I have a lot in common," Goten looked up at her, "and we understand each other."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Goten nodded, "and everyone needs at least one person who understands them right?"
"Yes, I guess you're right," Bulma agreed.
"I AM right," Goten gave one of his father's cocky grins.
Bulma giggled, "Yes you are."
"HEY!" Pwar flew out of the house like lightning, "How dare you forget about ME!"
"Oh Pwar, you're up," Goku smiled.
"Yeah! And I'm hungry!" Pwar flew into the hover car once everyone buckled up.
The others laughed as Goku took off.
"This isn't any fun anymore Chi-chi," Yamcha sat by the edge of a gigantic pool in the backyard of an even bigger mansion that made the 1 mile swimming pool look like a puddle.
"For Kami's sake!" Chi-chi swore relaxing in a pool floaty, right before chucking her pina colada right at Yamcha's head--which he immediately dodged, "All you do is whine, whine, whine. I think I did Bulma a FAVOUR by taking you with me."
Yamcha sighed sadly and kicked at the water, "Don't you miss them in the least bit Chi-chi? I mean...you had two sons?"
"So what?" Chi-chi spat as she rang the bell for her butler.
"So...doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Not really," Chi-chi laid back in her floaty and relaxed in the pool once a waiter brought her another pina colada.
"But..." Yamcha stopped and looked down at the water.
"Listen Yamcha," Chi-chi looked over her sunglasses, "in life it's all for one and none for all. You have to make sacrifices to get ahead in life. Baring those two brats just happened to be mine." she took a sip of her drink and sighed, "I'm pretty sure Ronan and Jolen are capable of taking care of themselves."
"Gohan and Goten," Yamcha corrected.
"Whatever," Chi-chi replied.
Yamcha shook his head and stood up, "I've had enough of this!"
"Enough of what Yamcha?" Chi-chi asked innocently.
"Enough of you!" Yamcha pointed at Chi-chi accusingly, "I refuse to be in a relationship that's going nowhere! The only person you care about is your own goddamn self and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you! You're so selfish if I were to die right now you'd probably say something along the lines of 'well, now I have to get a new toy' and toss me in the bushes somewhere! You're a goddamned bitch and the part that I hate most is you're proud of that!"
Yamcha started towards the mansion.
"Yamcha where are you going?" Chi-chi pulled herself to the side of the pool and crawled out.
"I'm going home!" Yamcha snapped.
Chi-chi ran in front of him stretching her arms out in front of him, "silly Yamcha, you are home."
"I'm going back to Bulma," Yamcha glowered at Chi-chi.
"Oh," Chi-chi stepped aside and watched Yamcha stomp inside, "yes, I'm sure she's going to welcome you with open arms--especially after you ripped out her heart and stomped it into little pieces."
Yamcha stopped.
"And for her ex-best friend's wife," Chi-chi laughed wickedly, "priceless! Simply priceless!" She clapped her hands, "Yamcha, if you can prove to me that that girl will still love you after all this, I will commend you."
Yamcha's eyes darkened, Chi-chi was right, Bulma would never forgive him. Just like he could never forgive his fiancée for running off with another guy so soon before their wedding.
"Just remember Yamcha," Chi-hi said seductively, "she'll never do it like I can," she grabbed his face and made them meet eye to eye, "and she'd never go passed her limits to make you happy."
Yamcha turned away, he just wanted to go home to Bulma and Capsule Corp. None of this nonsense. This plan was backfiring right in his face, why had he been so stupid?
"Yamcha, baby, please," was Chi-chi begging? "don't do this baby," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I love you."
Yamcha pushed her away, "You need to have a heart to be capable of love Chi-chi...now if you'll excuse me I'd like to be by myself for awhile."
"You'll forgive me Yamcha!" Chi-chi shouted as Yamcha went up the steps, then muttered, "I'll make sure you do. There's no way I'm going to let you sell me out to Goku because of your weak heart."
"Hey...HEY! Watch the ears!" Pwar shouted as Goten and Gohan gave her a doggy bath.
"Hush Pwar," Goten scrubbed between her ears, "dogs don't talk!"
"Yeah Pwar," Gohan added, "You agreed to help us practice for when we opened our dog washing business."
Pwar muttered as she was washed and scrubbed, "well don't expect a tip."
Goten and Gohan laughed as they rinsed Pwar off with the hose.
Bulma giggled as she watched, sitting beside Goku, "be careful boys, Pwar isn't one to let something like this go by without getting her revenge."
"Darn straight," Pwar told them as they dried her off with a towel.
Gohan and Goten blinked and looked down at the fuzzy blue cat blinking.
"I can vogue for that," Goku crossed his arms as he thought back to his childhood, "One time I tossed Pwar at this blonde haired lady so I can get the dragonballs back from'er...later that day--"
"Later that day what Dad?" Goten blinked crawling over to Goku.
Goku turned away melodramatically, "It's so horrible...I...I don't want to talk about it."
Gohan looked down at Pwar and pet her nervously, "Nice kitty...good kitty..."
Pwar smirked evilly and bit Gohan's hand hard.
"AHHH!" Gohan jumped up and began to run around trying to shake Pwar off, "now her venom will sink into my veins and I'll be her whipped kitty slave for the rest of my life!"
Goten fell over laughing as Bulma and Goku stared wide-eyed.
Gohan let out one last scream before collapsing on the floor with swirls in his eyes.
"Okay Pwar, you've gotten your revenge, now let the boy go," Bulma said with a firm smile.
"He tasted bad anyway," Pwar flew in the house.
Gohan glared evilly at Goten as he continued to roll on the floor laughing.
"Gohan's...scared of...a CAT!" Goten said through laughs.
"Ha, ha," Gohan drummed his fingers on the ground, "I should've known Dad was just tryin' to scare us."
Goku snickered as he stood up and stretched, "I think I'm going to train a bit."
"I wanna train too Dad," Goten jumped in Goku's arms.
"Yeah me too," Gohan stood up.
Bulma sighed, "So I guess that leaves me all alone."
"You can train with us if you want to Bulma," Goku offered.
"No thanks!" Bulma went inside, "I'd die if I came out smelling like you guys do."
The Son family blinked, sniffed under their arms, and then shrugged to each other.
"Not me," Bulma went on sitting on the living room couch, "I'm going to sit back, relax, and watch some soap operas!"
"Soap operas?" Goku practically spat, "If you're going to be lazy at least watch something decent!"
"You aren't MY father Goku," Bulma snuffed turning on the television, "you can't tell me what to do."
"I'm not telling you what to do Bulma, I'm just saying," Goku tried to explain, "you have a life of your own...why do you have to spend it watching other people's melodramatic lives that don't make any sense what-so-ever?"
"I watch it because their lives are more miserable than mine," Bulma beamed at Goku, "which makes me feel better about myself."
Goku looked exasperated, "that...wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for."
"I know, but that's all you're getting!" Bulma turned back to the TV, signaling the conversation was over.
Goku sighed heavily and went up the stairs after telling the boys, "c'mon guys, this chick is giving me a headache."
Goten and Gohan chuckled as they followed their father.
That night, while everyone was sleeping Goten wrote an entry in his journal;
Dear Journal;
The suckers are falling for it, they're actually falling for it! They all think I'm on their side--they couldn't be more wrong. First, I'll get them to trust me and wait until we're all real close. Then, when they least suspect it I'll carry out my plan. First I'll do something that'll make Dad really mad at Bulma. Maybe stain his favorite shirt or something (small stuff I know, but I have plenty of time to think up what would make him mad at her). From the argument they had on soap operas today, getting them mad at each other shouldn't be too hard. Bulma doesn't seem to like it when Dad puts down the stuff she's into. Well, there's plenty of crap she's into that sucks, so that just makes my job even easier.
Once they're mad at each other I plan on telling them evil things that they said about each other behind their backs. Of course, they'll never catch on. Who'd expect sweet little innocent Goten to be behind their feuding? Since Vegeta's gone now there's no one stopping Dad from kicking Bulma straight out the house. And that's exactly what he's going to do.
The last part of my plan is mom coming back and we're all living happily in this nice big complex. I don't have to worry about that. I'm sure Mom's on her way home right now. Hey wait a minute...what if she goes home...sees we aren't there and doesn't know where to go? That'd be a problem...she might think we abandoned her and leave again...NO! Think of something Goten...NOT ONE PAPER! Ugh...why do I always do this? Okay, I know, I'll write a letter to mom and then tomorrow I'll ask Gohan to take me back home after school. I can't ask Dad because he might catch on...Gohan's stupid though so it's okay.
This plan couldn't go any better! Well...I shouldn't say that because this was the easy part...I don't want to jinx it after all...
Well, I'm tired.
Later Journal,
Son Goten