If love was a cat
Ch3
He could hear the low purr emanating from the creature that had taken refuge on him. Sleeping soundly, curled into a tiny bundle. He pinched the skin on the back of its neck and lifted the little animal in an attempt to awaken it. Vegeta frowned when the sleepy cat didn't open its eyes. He tried again by roughly shaking it, this time the tiny thing did open its eyes, but moments later closed them yet again.
"Wake up, dog chow!" He hollered trying to insult the feline, and then shook his head and laughed realizing that he was talking to a cat, and one that didn't speak a human language. But the cat however, did not at all seem amused; it shocked Vegeta with a threatening hiss as if it had understood the degrading comment. Vegeta, after getting over the surprise, could not help but smirk.
"So, that got your attention. I guess you don't like…" Before he could finish his sentence the hissing cat had gone into a flurry of wild slashes. It got Vegeta on his hand and it was released from his grip. Vegeta, now very mad, looked at the tiny cut on his finger; it was already mending itself, but never the less he blew on it to increase the flow of oxygen so as to speed the healing. He looked down at the perpetrator, and was about to yell in its sensitive little ear, when he found that the pint-sized beast was once again curled into a ball, snoozing away.
"Why you little piece a…" Vegeta sat up quickly, lunging forward, launching the orange cat into the air with a screeching yowl. The feline landed right on its feet and immediately began hissing and bearing its sharp claws. Vegeta took an offensive stance as well, he and the cat faced off in an attempt to intimidate the other. The cat held its ground as Vegeta made the first move; he raised his arm until he had the cat in his sights. With his eye still on the lively cat, he launched a small ball of energy towards it. There was bright flash as the beam connected with the earth but it subsided quickly and left in its place a burnt patch of ground. Vegeta smirked at his handy work and lightly brushed his hands off in almost a clapping motion.
'That's the end of that.' He thought as he walked towards the damaged area to inspect it. No traces left, just scorched soil and singed grass. No fur or bones, no flesh or fluids, not even a smell. At this point of his examination Vegeta stopped and considered his last observation. No smell? No--Smell? Just then with a screech, his face was totally covered by a furry object. He could feel razor-sharp claws digging into his face on four places. Very clumsily, he stumbled about, tripping and staggering, not being able to see where he was going. In a final attempt to rid himself of the clinging animal, he braced himself and clenched his fist, then with one swift movement, brought his closed hand up to connect with his face. The clever pussy once again evaded Vegeta's attack.
A now very serious Vegeta was glaring at the small fur ball, he rubbed his sore cheek, then angrily let loose some energy. Closely he watched the look on his miniature opponent's face. He saw its eyes, as clueless and naïve as always but also sharp and clever, ingenuous (innocent, simple) but at the same time ingenious (clever, resourceful). He raised his P level slightly, still watching, no change, but then. Closer still he watched, he saw it, its pupil dilated .5 mm, fear.
The cat scurried of in the opposite direction, and Vegeta followed close behind. He watched the cat suddenly stop in front of a pair of legs. Lean arms reached down and picked the kitty up. It was cuddled, snug in a warm bosom. Vegeta quickly dropped his P level and watched as his intended victim was being hugged and nuzzled. He frowned as Bulma looked up at him and smiled a goofy smile.
"Hey, Vegeta." He just folded his arms and walked beside her as she strolled over by some lawn chairs near the GR. He saw as the cat licked her face, and she pulled her hair behind her ear. She settled on one of the chairs surrounding a table with a huge white parasol over it, and began to play little games with the frisky feline. Vegeta sat down and looked on irritated until he could no longer handle it.
"Well," He said abruptly, she looked up, "What do you want?" Bulma looked back down at the kitty, put it on the grass, and began to rub its back. Vegeta continued, "You never come back here unless I have you fix the machine, or unless you want to go for a swim, so…" Bulma faced Vegeta again with an angry glare.
"Now what the hell kind of a question is that to ask a girl!?" Vegeta looked on in amazement; somehow he'd gotten her angry again. Might as well go on with it.
"The kind I ask when I want to know what it is you want." Bulma dropped her livid stare, and shook her head softly. 'I knew you were gonna say that.' She thought, amused.
"You know, I could just slap you." She said this time with a slight smile. Vegeta half grinned back.
"I knew your were gonna say that." He said, which surprised Bulma and caused her to giggle uncontrollably. Vegeta raised his eyebrow in wonder.
"What? What is it?" Bulma calmed her self enough to stop from chuckling, but she kept a wide grin on her face.
"Nothing, nothing at all." From below, a meow rang through, and Bulma went down to pet the lonely cat. "To answer your earlier question Vegeta, I came out here because I heard some noises and I wanted to see what all the commotion was about. I didn't know you out here playing with a little baby kitty cat." Bulma said that last part knowing full well that that was definitely not what Vegeta was doing. She just wanted to see what he would say to that.
"I wasn't playing with the little flea infested pest, I was trying to kill the little bastard."
"Aw, why would you want to kill a cute little thing like this?" The small cat purred at Bulma's touch.
"Why, because he fucked up the machine that's why. Look at this." He held up the wire he found in the cat's mouth, Bulma took it and studied it, and then she looked down at the purring feline.
"Did you do this, huh?" She said in a baby voice that made Vegeta sick. "I'm sure it was purely an accident Vegeta, you didn't have to try and kill the poor animal." The cat walked over to Vegeta's feet and began to rub against his shins, as if to apologize. "Besides, I think little kitty likes you." Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the cat and moved his leg out of its reach.
"Well I don't like it!" Bulma bent down and picked the cat up and again smothered it with her arms.
"Vegeta! Don't say that, you might hurt its feelings." Vegeta just scoffed at the suggestion, and watched Bulma with the cat. He eyed it evilly as it went up and licked Bulma's face again. 'Annoying little nuisance' "Hey Vegeta!" she said excitedly, "Did you name it yet?" Vegeta shook his head. "Alright, I'll just have to give it a name myself. Hmm, what should I name you?" Vegeta, still irritated had an answer for that.
"How about, we call it 'Pain in the a…"
"I know!" Bulma said before he could finish. "I'll call you Sniff." Vegeta dropped his head.
"Sniff? What kind of dumb-ass name is that?" Bulma ignored Vegeta's rudeness but answered his question non-the less.
"Daddy's cat is Scratch, together they're Scratch 'n' Sniff." Vegeta held his expression but this time shrugged his shoulders. Bulma realized then that he probably wouldn't get it.
"Never mind. I'm sure he wont mind, will you? You are a he aren't you?" she asked the cat.
"Yeah, its male." Bulma turned to Vegeta a little puzzled.
"And how do you know?"
"It's written all over his face, don't you see it?" Bulma just shrugged her shoulders just as Vegeta had done to her.
"If you say so, you are the Prince of the Monkey's." Vegeta hardened his face at the comment. "I was just kidding with you Vegeta, you don't have to be all serious." She put her hand on his, but he instantly yanked it away, and crossed his arms. He turned his head so it was facing the GR.
"What is the use of giving it a name anyways, I'm just gonna exterminate that pest."
"No you wont!" She said sternly. "You can't."
"Oh yes I can." Bulma used her sad eyes again.
"Please Vegeta, promise me you won't so much as harm a hair on his head." Vegeta shook his head. "Come on, I promise if you don't try and kill Sniff, I'll fix the GR as fast as I can now and any time after that." Vegeta thought to himself a moment. 'Does she want to keep that little nuisance that bad. Sigh, I guess I have no choice. If I do destroy the cat she probably won't agree to fix the GR ever again, also if I destroy the cat she probably will never talk to me again, if I don't have someone to talk to on this dumb planet, I'll go insane.'
"Fine." He finally said, then watched Bulma's features change. She got up with little sniff in her hands.
"Here," she said as she put the kitty in Vegeta's lap. "I'll be right back, you two play nice now. I'm just gonna get my tools." She held Sniff up to her face and kissed its head, and then placed it back down. Not wanting to forget about Vegeta she bent forward a little and kissed his cheek lightly. "Thank you." She whispered as she pulled away. Vegeta hmphed as she went off to get her tools. He looked down as Sniff rubbed against his stomach.
"Hey, stop that!" The cat looked up, wide-eyed, and tilted his head to the side.
"Meow." It responded, then curled into a ball to sleep. Vegeta stared in amazement.
"Damn, this cat is lazier then that fat swordsman.
Disclaimer: Mustn't forget to disclaim DBZ, so I herby deny any association with anyone involved in the creation or distribution of DBZ, nor was I involved in the creation or distribution of DBZ, therefore I do not own DBZ or any part of DBZ. What is mine, is the cat you have just read about, not much, but it is my character, but then again I really don't care if anyone used that character.(its not like anyone would use it.)