Bulma yawned as she stirred her coffee.
She didn't get too much sleep last night, thinking about Vegeta's threat.
That also got her thinking about Yamcha. Perhaps Mai or the detective had
made a mistake. Yamcha had called her up and said that he was at the ball
game, playing pro baseball as he had always been doing. Bulma recalled
Yamcha's baseball schedules. He barely had time for himself…yet alone with
other women. She smiled and sipped her coffee. Perhaps she was wrong about
her boyfriend all this time. Now, all she has to deal with is Vegeta. After
finishing her breakfast, she took her briefcase and decided to go to work
again. When she got out of the house, she saw Vegeta, training on the lawn.
He stopped and made eye contact with her, as if saying, "Have you decided
yet?". Bulma looked away from him as she made her way to the gate.
She was still in confusion. She didn't want to do either of Vegeta's demands.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the prince slowly taking off his
damp sando, exposing his rippling chest muscles. He seemed to glitter under
the morning sun…and his face…a face of a prince…strong, proud…and handsome.
It was this time that Bulma truly saw how handsome the Saiyan actually
was.
"Oh man…those eyes! That nose!
He's an Adonis! Perhap s I could…AARRGH! BULMA! What the heck are you thinking!??"
she shuddered at the very thought of it. Quickly, she hopped on her convertible
and sped away.
It was around five thirty in
the afternoon when Bulma decided to go home. Mai had taken half of the
day off, leaving Bulma with no one to talk with. The employee had reasoned
that she had to go to bed for awhile.
"Perhaps she got sick," Bulma
thought to herself, "I think I better go visit her,"
She drove along the intersection
until she got a view of Mai's house. That's when she saw a familiar guy
standing by the door. A well-built man with two scars…one by his right
eye, the other on his left cheek. He smiled as an attractive almond-eyed
woman with long battering lashes and dark blue hair, dressed only in her
bathrobe came out. She came over and kissed the man passionately, thinking
that nobody was watching. The man kissed her back while running his fingers
down her legs. It was Yamcha and Mai. Bulma felt her stomach churn as she
watched them kiss some more. Finally, they stopped.
"Last night was a blast!" she heard
Yamcha say.
"And so was today, honey!" was Mai's
response.
"Yeah…well, I better go to my baseball
practice! Good thing coach changed my schedule!"
"Bye Yamcha! Don't forget tonight!"
"I won't! I promise!" Yamcha hopped
on his motorcycle and sped off. After that, Mai got inside her house, singing
all the way. Bulma was heartbroken. No wonder Mai said she had to go to
'bed' for awhile. No wonder she had tried to make her stay away from Yamcha…and
to think she was going to be dubbed 'Employee of the Month'! Bulma couldn't
take it. Mai was supposed to be her friend. With tears flowing from her
blue eyes, she drove away as fast as she could.
Vegeta threw his empty can of
soda in the trash. He sat on the backyard lawn, thinking about a secret
he had been hiding inside of him. He recalled his adventures on Namek…his
journey towards his new home…the Earth. He remembered the many faces he
encountered…including of one, which he couldn't remove from his thoughts.
Out of the blue, came the memory of his mother. She had eyes as cold as
winter and long dark curls reaching all the way down her knees. Vegeta,
a child of five, stayed beside her in her deathbed. The Saiyan Queen held
her son's tiny hands.
Vegeta, one day, you will be a great
leader like your father…you will be the strongest among all the Saiyans…"
"Yes Mother…"
"And you must carry on the legacy…when
your father is gone, you will be king. By then, you shall need a strong
heir to the throne…that's why you'll need a strong mate…"
"A strong mate…"
"One that has a strong character,
a fighting spirit and most of all, one that stands her ground,"
"One that stand her ground…" Vegeta
repeated so that he was sure to remember.
"Once you find her…" said the queen's
quivering voice, "never let her go or be taken by anyone else but yourself.
Take care of her…love her and make her yours forever,"
"How do I make her mine?" the little
prince asked. No response. The Saiyan queen lay still, her eyes closed,
her skin turning cold, and her hands slowly slipping away from her son's
grasp.
Vegeta stood up, shaking off the
memory of his late mother. It was time he changed his clothes. As he got
up the stairs, he felt a strange presence. He reached for the door knob,
only to find the most unlikely person inside his room.