Sorry that it's taken me so long to update. Gomen ne! Schoolwork has really been piling up. Add in some personal problems, and my life has been really messy. Not to mention writer's block. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
~Ladymoonlight
Prince Vegeta sat at the table, grumbling furiously to himself and desperately trying to ignore Radditz and Nappa's taunting. He hadn't had a moment's peace since the night before when he and the woman had barged in on their older counterparts. He hadn't realized it at the moment, but Nappa and Radditz had overseen the entire embarrassing situation. His two comrades had spent the better part of the evening pestering him about his future self's sex life. If that wasn't bad enough, Radditz seemed to have picked up on the idea of some family bonding; Mirai no Gohan was now in on the deal. This wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that the teenager's Mystic powers. Gohan had assisted Nappa and Radditz by literally pinning Prince Vegeta down so that they could interrogate him. All of this led to a very cranky Saiyan.
Prince Vegeta's disposition soured even more so as King Vegeta marched into the kitchen. The older Saiyan smirked evilly at his scowling counterpart. Radditz and Nappa wore twin mischievous grins.
"Sleep well last night, your Majesty?" inquired the bald Saiyan.
"Define 'sleep'," replied King Vegeta.
"Horny bastard," muttered Prince Vegeta, not caring that he was insulting himself.
"Voyeur," commented his counterpart.
That statement elicited laughter from Radditz and Nappa. Prince Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He did not enjoy being teased like this. Standing up, he stormed out of the kitchen out towards the gravity room. He desperately needed to train. Maybe that would get the image of his counterpart straddling that impossible woman out of his mind. Prince Vegeta was so consumed with his thoughts that he didn't see Princess Bulma before it was too late. The two collided.
"Ouch! Watch where you are going, Monkey Boy," she snapped angrily.
"You must really want to die, woman," he hissed warningly.
"I'm not scared of you," responded Princess Bulma snottily.
"You should be," replied Prince Vegeta, stepping closer so that they were practically nose to nose.
"Oh really?" asked Bulma sarcastically.
Their eyes locked in an intense staring contest. Neither one was willing to back down. Suddenly, Prince Vegeta felt something cold and metallic enclose around his wrist. A moment later Princess Bulma let out a yelp. Vegeta looked down to see a handcuff around his left wrist. And on that crazy onna's right wrist....
"He handcuffed us together!" squeaked Bulma.
Prince Vegeta turned to see Mirai no Gohan standing near the doorway with Nappa and Radditz. The two older Saiyans were giving the teenager a congratulatory pat on the back.
"Come on, woman," hissed Prince Vegeta, dragging Bulma with him towards the labs.
The handcuffed pair marched through Capsule Corp. Princess Bulma began to blush as she passed more and more co-workers. The last thing she needed was for rumors to be spreading around about her and her "house guest." Her secretary and a few other of the women in the office had already inquired about Vegeta's martial status.
Prince Vegeta and Princess Bulma's trek towards the scientist's personal lab led them past Trunks' hospital room. Trunks, Goten and Chibi Gohan stared bewildered as the two adults walked past.
"That was strange," commented Goten after the couple had passed.
"I've seen weirder," stated Trunks, shrugging his shoulders indifferently.
Vegeta and Bulma had almost made it to her lab when Yamcha rounded the corner. He stopped short and gawked at them. Princess Bulma groaned. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"What the hell?" asked Yamcha, his face clouding with anger.
"This isn't what it looks like," muttered Bulma vainly.
Yamcha snorted.
"You could at least wait until tonight," commented Yamcha dryly.
Bulma felt her face flush. She clenched her fist, wishing with all her might that she had some fighting abilities. If she had, she would have decked her ex right then and there. She was startled out of her thoughts of vengeance when she felt Vegeta's arm wrap around her waist. She stood frozen in place as she felt Vegeta leave a trail of kisses across her neck.
"As you can see, human, we've got places to go and things to do," stated Prince Vegeta. "So if you'll excuse us."
Vegeta pushed past the startled ex-bandit, pulling Bulma behind him. The pair quickly entered her lab. Princess Bulma simply stood still in shock, unable to think cognitively. Prince Vegeta rummaged through the drawers, looking for a saw to remove the handcuffs with. Slowly, a ecstatic grin spread across Bulma's face.
"Did you see the look on his face!" she shouted gleefully. "That was classic! You're a genius, Vegeta."
The Prince smirked in reply.
"Why don't you just use your ki to break the handcuffs?" inquired Bulma, pushing blue hair out of her face.
"Hmph. Your pathetic female human body would be injured," replied Vegeta arrogantly.
"Oh, Vegeta! I never knew you cared," teased Bulma, tickling his neck.
"Shut up, woman," grumbled the Prince, though he really didn't mind the attention.
He found a saw. Placing their hands on a table, Vegeta easily hacked through the metal links. Saw still in hand, he marched towards the door.
"Where are you going with that?" asked Princess Bulma.
Vegeta looked over his shoulder and grinned evilly.
"I need to have a 'talk' with three Saiyans," he replied before walking out the door.
*****
Dr. Gero frowned down at the control panel as his hand flew over the keyboard. He had lost Androids 11 and 12 to those irksome Z warriors. He was not happy. At least he hadn't lost his pride and joy. Grinning, Dr. Gero looked up at the cases that held a pretty blonde woman and a handsome black-haired man. They weren't complete yet. But one day...
Gero's thoughts were interrupted as the doors to his lab were thrown open and Paragas stormed in. The mad scientist smiled pleasantly and looked questioningly at his guest. A moment later, Brolly entered the room after his father.
"I don't see why you didn't finish off that purple-haired little brat," snarled Paragas.
Brolly didn't reply; he only stared blankly forward. His eyes were set on Dr. Gero. The scientist had to resist the urge to shiver under the gaze of the crazed Saiyan.
"Did you enjoy yourselves?" asked Gero amiably.
"We fought a child. It was a waste," growled Paragas.
Dr. Gero raised an eyebrow and turned to Brolly. The Saiyan didn't respond.
"Everything has its purpose," answered the scientist. "I have my reasons for sending you after those children."
"I don't see why we even have to listen to your orders," replied Paragas.
Dr. Gero grinned evilly.
"It would be in your best interest to do so," he commented.
Paragas smirked down at the man.
"You've already injected Brolly with the serum. He is stronger than ever. Must you be reminded that you are now useless to us?"
The scientist smiled easily.
"Useless? I think not. I must have failed to mention a small little fact before hand. The serum is addictive. Without continuous booster shots, Mr. Brolly will go through withdrawal, which will ultimately kill him. The serum cannot be stored. It must be created with in minutes of administration or it is worthless. I'm not sure how that slipped my mind to tell you that. My apologies," stated Dr. Gero sarcastically.
Paragas growled at the scientist.
"You sorry son of a..."
Brolly held up his hand, interrupting his father.
"You've won for now, human," he stated.
Dr. Gero grinned.
"And I plan to win in the end," he muttered under his breath.
~Ladymoonlight
Prince Vegeta sat at the table, grumbling furiously to himself and desperately trying to ignore Radditz and Nappa's taunting. He hadn't had a moment's peace since the night before when he and the woman had barged in on their older counterparts. He hadn't realized it at the moment, but Nappa and Radditz had overseen the entire embarrassing situation. His two comrades had spent the better part of the evening pestering him about his future self's sex life. If that wasn't bad enough, Radditz seemed to have picked up on the idea of some family bonding; Mirai no Gohan was now in on the deal. This wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that the teenager's Mystic powers. Gohan had assisted Nappa and Radditz by literally pinning Prince Vegeta down so that they could interrogate him. All of this led to a very cranky Saiyan.
Prince Vegeta's disposition soured even more so as King Vegeta marched into the kitchen. The older Saiyan smirked evilly at his scowling counterpart. Radditz and Nappa wore twin mischievous grins.
"Sleep well last night, your Majesty?" inquired the bald Saiyan.
"Define 'sleep'," replied King Vegeta.
"Horny bastard," muttered Prince Vegeta, not caring that he was insulting himself.
"Voyeur," commented his counterpart.
That statement elicited laughter from Radditz and Nappa. Prince Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He did not enjoy being teased like this. Standing up, he stormed out of the kitchen out towards the gravity room. He desperately needed to train. Maybe that would get the image of his counterpart straddling that impossible woman out of his mind. Prince Vegeta was so consumed with his thoughts that he didn't see Princess Bulma before it was too late. The two collided.
"Ouch! Watch where you are going, Monkey Boy," she snapped angrily.
"You must really want to die, woman," he hissed warningly.
"I'm not scared of you," responded Princess Bulma snottily.
"You should be," replied Prince Vegeta, stepping closer so that they were practically nose to nose.
"Oh really?" asked Bulma sarcastically.
Their eyes locked in an intense staring contest. Neither one was willing to back down. Suddenly, Prince Vegeta felt something cold and metallic enclose around his wrist. A moment later Princess Bulma let out a yelp. Vegeta looked down to see a handcuff around his left wrist. And on that crazy onna's right wrist....
"He handcuffed us together!" squeaked Bulma.
Prince Vegeta turned to see Mirai no Gohan standing near the doorway with Nappa and Radditz. The two older Saiyans were giving the teenager a congratulatory pat on the back.
"Come on, woman," hissed Prince Vegeta, dragging Bulma with him towards the labs.
The handcuffed pair marched through Capsule Corp. Princess Bulma began to blush as she passed more and more co-workers. The last thing she needed was for rumors to be spreading around about her and her "house guest." Her secretary and a few other of the women in the office had already inquired about Vegeta's martial status.
Prince Vegeta and Princess Bulma's trek towards the scientist's personal lab led them past Trunks' hospital room. Trunks, Goten and Chibi Gohan stared bewildered as the two adults walked past.
"That was strange," commented Goten after the couple had passed.
"I've seen weirder," stated Trunks, shrugging his shoulders indifferently.
Vegeta and Bulma had almost made it to her lab when Yamcha rounded the corner. He stopped short and gawked at them. Princess Bulma groaned. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"What the hell?" asked Yamcha, his face clouding with anger.
"This isn't what it looks like," muttered Bulma vainly.
Yamcha snorted.
"You could at least wait until tonight," commented Yamcha dryly.
Bulma felt her face flush. She clenched her fist, wishing with all her might that she had some fighting abilities. If she had, she would have decked her ex right then and there. She was startled out of her thoughts of vengeance when she felt Vegeta's arm wrap around her waist. She stood frozen in place as she felt Vegeta leave a trail of kisses across her neck.
"As you can see, human, we've got places to go and things to do," stated Prince Vegeta. "So if you'll excuse us."
Vegeta pushed past the startled ex-bandit, pulling Bulma behind him. The pair quickly entered her lab. Princess Bulma simply stood still in shock, unable to think cognitively. Prince Vegeta rummaged through the drawers, looking for a saw to remove the handcuffs with. Slowly, a ecstatic grin spread across Bulma's face.
"Did you see the look on his face!" she shouted gleefully. "That was classic! You're a genius, Vegeta."
The Prince smirked in reply.
"Why don't you just use your ki to break the handcuffs?" inquired Bulma, pushing blue hair out of her face.
"Hmph. Your pathetic female human body would be injured," replied Vegeta arrogantly.
"Oh, Vegeta! I never knew you cared," teased Bulma, tickling his neck.
"Shut up, woman," grumbled the Prince, though he really didn't mind the attention.
He found a saw. Placing their hands on a table, Vegeta easily hacked through the metal links. Saw still in hand, he marched towards the door.
"Where are you going with that?" asked Princess Bulma.
Vegeta looked over his shoulder and grinned evilly.
"I need to have a 'talk' with three Saiyans," he replied before walking out the door.
*****
Dr. Gero frowned down at the control panel as his hand flew over the keyboard. He had lost Androids 11 and 12 to those irksome Z warriors. He was not happy. At least he hadn't lost his pride and joy. Grinning, Dr. Gero looked up at the cases that held a pretty blonde woman and a handsome black-haired man. They weren't complete yet. But one day...
Gero's thoughts were interrupted as the doors to his lab were thrown open and Paragas stormed in. The mad scientist smiled pleasantly and looked questioningly at his guest. A moment later, Brolly entered the room after his father.
"I don't see why you didn't finish off that purple-haired little brat," snarled Paragas.
Brolly didn't reply; he only stared blankly forward. His eyes were set on Dr. Gero. The scientist had to resist the urge to shiver under the gaze of the crazed Saiyan.
"Did you enjoy yourselves?" asked Gero amiably.
"We fought a child. It was a waste," growled Paragas.
Dr. Gero raised an eyebrow and turned to Brolly. The Saiyan didn't respond.
"Everything has its purpose," answered the scientist. "I have my reasons for sending you after those children."
"I don't see why we even have to listen to your orders," replied Paragas.
Dr. Gero grinned evilly.
"It would be in your best interest to do so," he commented.
Paragas smirked down at the man.
"You've already injected Brolly with the serum. He is stronger than ever. Must you be reminded that you are now useless to us?"
The scientist smiled easily.
"Useless? I think not. I must have failed to mention a small little fact before hand. The serum is addictive. Without continuous booster shots, Mr. Brolly will go through withdrawal, which will ultimately kill him. The serum cannot be stored. It must be created with in minutes of administration or it is worthless. I'm not sure how that slipped my mind to tell you that. My apologies," stated Dr. Gero sarcastically.
Paragas growled at the scientist.
"You sorry son of a..."
Brolly held up his hand, interrupting his father.
"You've won for now, human," he stated.
Dr. Gero grinned.
"And I plan to win in the end," he muttered under his breath.