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Abandoned & Homeless
CHAPTER 4
He wanted Bulma to rub his tail again, but a little nagging and annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him of what his father used to do to him, using his own tail against him for his sick and perverted pleasures. Vegeta shuddered and wrapped his tail around his waist.
"Hey Vegeta?" "Yeah?" He mumbled. "I was thinking. There isn't really much point going back to that ally, because you are only going to get dirty again. And I'm kind of doing this project, you see. And I was wondering if you want to be a part of it. Do you?" Vegeta thought for a second. "Well I gotta go back cos of Shinigami and Mushi. They're my aminals." He said proudly. Bulma giggled. "I should probably teach you how to talk properly too. Because it's pronounced animals, not aminals." "Whatever." He huffed while crossing his arms.
"So do you want to stay here so I can do my project? You can bring your pets if you want." "Hmmm.Alright. But I have to go back and find them food. They get hungry." "Oh. Well how about we go and get them now and we can feed them when we get back here? What kind of animals are they?" "Mushi is a cat and Shinigami is a dog." "Okay then. I'm just going to find my dad and tell him not to look for anymore people. Come on."
They found Bulma's father in his lab. He was working on improving some invention of his. "Hey daddy! I've finally found someone for the project." Dr. Briefs spun around in his swivel chair. "That's great dear! What is his name?" "Vegeta!" The smile from Dr. Briefs face fell as he heard the name and matched it up with the face. ".W-what? What's wrong daddy?" He stood up. "That looks quite a lot like that Vegeta boy you used to play with when you were a kid. The one I didn't approve of?" Vegeta's tail bristled, the hairs standing on end.
Bulma's eyes widened and she whirled around. Vegeta looked confused. Bulma realized her father was right. He did look just like that little boy. The flame-like hairstyle. The onyx eyes. And the fact he lived in an ally. And he had that black tail too. "Oh god. I think dad's right."
Vegeta remembered what happened in the park and nodded. "Why didn't you come to see me anymore? You said you would always come and see me. But when that guy came you didn't come anymore. I got lonely. You broke your promise." He voiced bitterly. "Vegeta.I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She walked over to him and rested her head on his chest, while, gingerly wrapping her arms around his waist.
Dr. Briefs glared at them. "Stop it dad! I know you are glaring." This time he had a look of surprise on his face. His daughter knew him better than he thought. Bulma released Vegeta from the hug. He smelt like strawberries and lemons, because of the shampoo and shaving cream.
"Oh and dad? We are going to have two new pets. Another cat, and a dog. Scratch can have a playmate now!" She grinned. "Ooooo! Wait. Is Mushi a girl or a boy?" "Girl." "Hmmm.Well at least Scratch has been for the 'operation' already." They didn't like to say any more than that, because Scratch tended to get a bit scared and hyper. Just like if you said bath time.
"So. Let's go and get your pets then. See ya later dad." Vegeta followed Bulma out of the lab and outside to where Bulma's car was parked in the driveway. "Okay. Get in and we will go back to your ally." They got in the car and Bulma drove them down to the poorer side of town.
She pulled up in front of the bakery and they got out of the car. The two were careful not to get mud on their clothes as they picked their way around the puddles, and up to the window. Vegeta crouched down on the wooden boards and pushed the window open. "Shin! Mushi! Come out! We are moving!" He stood up and moved away from the window. He and Bulma waited a few seconds until a large doberman and a little black and white cat burst through the flap one after the other. They were excited and kept jumping up and down.
"Hey! You are the one who stole my pie!" Bulma bent over and and gave Shinigami a rub on the head. "That was your pie?" Vegeta looked at her. Bulma realized that Vegeta was the man in the basement she had heard talking to the dog about the pie. "Yeah. It was. Weird huh? It's like, everything is trying to bring us together.strange."
They were staring at each other until the mewing of Mushi snapped them out of it. Vegeta bent down and picked her up. He gave her a little scratch under the chin making her purr. "I've still got some stuff in there, but I don't think I'll really need it. All I have is some money I saved in this jar, some books that Joe as teach me how to read and my guitar." "Hmmm.Well if that's the most important things you have in there, you might as well get them while we are here." "Okay." Vegeta handed Mushi to Bulma, and he slipped down into the basement. A few seconds later he reappeared with a few books under his arm, and the guitar strapped over his back. She guessed the money was in his pocket.
Bulma handed the cat back to him, and he sat her on his shoulder. "Come on Shin. Let's go." With that, they all walked back out to Bulma's car. Shinigami jumped in the backseat, and Vegeta hopped back in the front where he originally was. He took Mushi off his shoulder and sat her in his lap. "Are you guys hungry? I'll get us something to eat from the bakery." Vegeta nodded for all of them.
Bulma returned with a big bag full of things. There was 3 pies, 4 donuts and two small coffees. "Let's get home before we eat this. I don't want Shinigami slopping pie all over the seats." She said with a chuckle while giving him a pat on the head.
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"I should never have given you that coffee." Bulma groaned. Vegeta was hyperactive from the sudden caffeine rush he had just experienced. "Oooooo!! What's this do?! And this! And this!! Oooooo!!! Look at all the pretty colours!!! Hehehehehehehe!!!!" He was jumping all over the place, literally bouncing off the walls, as he tried to figure out what everything did.
"Hehehehehe!!!" He squealed in a high pitched voice. "Oooooo!!! Pretty!! Hehehe!! He pointed to the television and bounded over to it in that crouched gorilla position he was always in. Vegeta's eyes were wide and he got up very close to the screen. "Where pretty moving pictures?" He looked all sad, but then hugged the television and started licking the screen. He then proceeded to push every button he could see to try and get it to work.
Bulma sighed and picked up the remote. Vegeta's back was to her, so he didn't see what she was doing. The screen was all of a sudden filled with bright lights and loud noises, startling Vegeta and making him squeal and fall back in a dead faint.
"Well that's one way to shut him up." Bulma grumbled flicking the tv back off.
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Bulma sat there looking at Vegeta as he peacefully slept. After fainting, he had just worn himself out. The caffeine rush was over now, and he was sleeping in the most comfortable guest bedroom in the same wing as her own. Bulma had got the servo-bots to pick him up and transport him upstairs, from the loungeroom.
The end of the day was nearing, and Bulma was getting sleepy. She needed a lot of rest for the next day, as she would be starting the tests for her project. She made sure Vegeta was nice and snug in the bed before turning off the light and shutting the door.
When Bulma reached her room, she changed into her favourite black silk pyjama pants and top, and brushed her teeth before getting into bed herself.
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Bulma woke up to the chirping of the birds outide her 2nd story window, and the sunlight shining on her face. There was a rustling of material near her head, and she opened her eyes to see Mushi sitting on her chest, with her nose touching Bulma's, and staring down at her with wide open blue eyes. She smelt like this cat shampoo that you used to rid them of fleas. She was also fluffed up from Bulma drying her off after the bath. Bulma gave Mushi a little pat before getting up and getting dressed in some old clothes. She got an elastic hair tie and pulled her hair back into a messy pony tail leaving a few strands still hanging over her face.
She went downstairs to the kitchen where she saw Vegeta waiting. He was sitting with Shinigami, scratching him on the head. Vegeta looked up as Bulma cleared her throat. "Hey. Want some breakfast?" Vegeta nodded. Bulma fixed them quite a lot of food. She assumed that Goku and Vegeta were from the same race and and so would both eat about the same amount.
She got out the leftovers of a large pot roast that her mother had made for dinner the other night, and gave it to Shinigami. They all heard a mewing sound from the top of the stairs, and Vegeta went to check it out.
He came back with a quivering lump of black and white fur in his arms. It was Mushi. "Hn. She got stuck at the top of the stairs. They were too big for her. Heh." He chuckled. Vegeta sat her on the chair next to him, while Shinigami kept eating the roast as if nothing had happened.
Bulma sat down and they started to eat. Her parents came into the room not long after, and grabbed a plate for themselves. Dr. Briefs sat as far away from Vegeta as he could, showing him that he didn't like him. "Good moring dearie! How are you?!" Her mother chirped. "Fine mum. How can you be so cheery at this time of day? It's too early to be happy." Bulma complained. "I get lots of sleep!" Everyone but Mrs Briefs blinked twice and then went back to eating.
All of a sudden, Mushi jumped up onto the table, annoyed at the sudden lack of attention. She started wailing for attention. "Mushi!" Vegeta scolded. "Get down from there."
Scratch, the little black cat that always sat on Dr. Briefs shoulder, also jumped onto the table, and went over to Mushi. Mushi stopped what she was doing and stared at him. Scratch got closer, and closer, and then he started licking the side of Mushi's face. She started purring.
Bulma smiled at the scene. Vegeta picked up the two cats and sat them on the floor, and they ran off to play together with Scratch's cat toys. "Shin! Come here." Shinigami walked up to Vegeta's chair. "You go play outside or sleep or something." The doberman barked once before bounding to the door, and standing up on his two back legs, and using his front ones to turn the door knob, and push the door open.
"Wow. Smart dog." Bulma complimented. "I showed him how. He knows heaps of things I showed him!" Vegeta nodded to further establish his point. "I believe you Vegeta." She assured him. Vegeta quickly ate the rest of his food, somehow not dropping a crumb or making it look like he was a pig and shoveling it all in at once.
Bulma finished hers next. "Well we had better get started on the project now Vegeta. Let's go." They picked up their plates and put them in the sink.
Vegeta followed Bulma into her private lab, where she would explain to him what he would have to do. The project was about testing human endurance levels under certain conditions. Even though Vegeta wasn't human, it was still all balanced out. He was a Saiyan, and Saiyans were supposed to be some of the most talented, superior, and fittest warriors in the universe. But Vegeta had never been trained, and had endured harsh living conditions, bringing him back to an almost human-like state.
Bulma explained what types of things he would have to do to test his endurance. She went over to a metal cabinet, and pulled out black spandex shorts and navy sneakers with white socks. She pointed him to a room where he could change into it.
Vegeta came out in the clothes Bulma gave him. He wore no shirt as she had never given him one. Bulma stuck two little, grey, circular devices onto his skin. One his right temple, and one over his heart to monitor his pulse as the tests went on. They had little red lights on them that flashed in time to his pulse, and some of the circutry could be seen on the top of them.
(A/N: There are things like these in the movie Demolition Man. Sylvester Stallone is wearing them when he gets put into this Cryogenetic Prison thing I think)
The first thing he was asked to do, as Bulma pulled out a clipboard, was to get on the treadmill and start running. Bulma ajusted some things on it every once in a while and wrote it down when she did.
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2 hours into the exercise, and barely anything had changed about the readings. Vegeta was not even displaying any outward signs of fatigue yet. 'Man. This is gunna be a loooooooong day.' She thought to herself.
3 more hours, and Vegeta was starting to sweat and breathe harder. Bulma wrote this down. She grabbed a white towel from her desk, and reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow, chest, arms, and anywhere else that was sweaty. Vegeta grunted in thanks.
15 minutes later and Vegeta had had enough. He needed more food. He was starving! And his stomach growled to prove his point. He was getting too tired anyway. Vegeta grabbed the towel off Bulma and wiped the rest of the sweat off him, throwing it in the laundry basket on his way past the bathroom.
Bulma fixed him more food and he ate it all. "Well there is no doubt about it! You are definately Saiyan." She confirmed. "So what do we do now?" Vegeta asked as he shoved his plates and utensils in the sink. "Well you can take a break and we can go for a walk and I'll show you around the compound or something." "Yes. Okay."
Bulma showed Vegeta around the compound, talking to him and pointing out different features of the place. Vegeta was clearly enjoying himself. He had never seen such things before, and it was showing. He asked plenty of questions that would seem really dumb to anyone who didn't know him, but Bulma understood and was happy to answer and show him things. They found Shinigami taking a nap underneath a large tree, and they left him to sleep in peace.
"Hey want to go swimming?" Bulma asked happily. "Ummm.I dunno how." "It's okay. It's not really swimming anyway. It's more like taking a bath in a special type of clothes. We are gunna go back to that place in the woods with the waterfall. I love it there. It's so beautiful." Bulma dreamily commented.
They went back to the main building and Bulma got changed into her bathers, and gave Vegeta a pair of her boyfriends board shorts. They picked up some towels and made their way back into the forest and to the pond.
Bulma slipped into the water first. It was warm, because the water from the waterfall flowed from a hot spring. "Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to get in?" She called from the middle of the pool. Vegeta dropped his towel and got in the water. To his delight, it was warm like the bath.
He waded over to Bulma, the water was at his rib cage at the deepest. She ducked down so only her head was above the water. "Mmmm.Warm." She told him as she started floating on her back. Vegeta just stood there watching her. "What am I supposed to do now?" He asked. Bulma stopped floating and got back to her feet. "Have fun?" Vegeta stared at her blankly. "Let me guess. You've never had fun at all. Right?" He nodded. "I suppose I'll have to teach you that too. First off. Water fight." She splashed water in his face.
Vegeta spat the water out of his mouth and wiped his eyes. "What was that for?!" "We are having a water fight silly! You are supposed to do it." "Oh. Right." Vegeta pretended he wasn't interested in it, and caught Bulma with a sneak attack. He moved his arm and a heap of water went flying up into Bulma's face. She splutted a bit before talking. "Heh. You're a natural." With that, she pushed him under water and swam off. When he didn't resurface, she started to get a bit worried, and swam back over to where he was supposed to be.
"Vegeta? Vegeta?! Where are you? This isn't funny!" Something wrapped around her ankle and she screamed before being pulled under. Vegeta bobbed up to the surface panting, he was holding his breath for a long time. Bulma spat out a mouthful of water when she came back up, and latched onto Vegeta's shoulders. "You little bugger! You had me really worried! I thought you could have drowned!" "In water this.not deep?" He was confused. He didn't know what to call shallow water. Bulma laughed. "Shut up! It's not funny that I don't speak good." He whined.
"Awwww.Poor baby!" She sympathized, and placed a kiss on his forehead. She swam away to the waterfall. 'Oh my god! I can't belive I just did that! I have a boyfriend! Bad Bulma! Bad!' Bulma jumped up onto a large smooth rock in front of the spray of water.
'Wow. She put her lips on me. That felt good. No one has cared about me before. I'm think I'm getting happy over nothing. It's not like she would ever like me. I'm a homeless guy and she is the richest woman in the world. She could have any guy she wanted.'
Vegeta walked over to the rock. "Why did you put you lips on me?" "Huh? You mean give you a kiss?" "Oh. Is that what they are called?" "Yes." "Well why did you do it?" "I don't know." Vegeta just stared at her stupidly.
"No one has ever done that to me before.At least not in that way." He trailed off with a sad look on his face. "Yeah? Well you are the first person I have ever shown this place to. No one knows about it but me. I don't know why I showed it to you. Even my parents don't know about it. Consider yourself lucky."
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2 hours later and they had finished swimming and were laying under the willow trees. They had their eyes closed, and were listening to the calls of all the animals. Vegeta had never been this relaxed before. He was always ready for his parents next attack. It was mainly his father who abused him. His mother usually only yelled at him and gave him a slap every now and again. The worst he ever got from his mother was when he was playing with a ball and it smashed the window. That was when his mother hit him with the curling iron across the back of his legs. She was drunk that day, and she never did it again. But he was on constant alert for his fathers attacks. Now he had nothing to worry about. Bulma would keep him safe.
"Vegeta?" Bulma placed a hand on his arm, and he opened his eyes. "I hate to ask you this, because I know it hurts you to talk about it, but will you tell me about the times you father abused you?" Bulma asked, worried about how he might react. "Why? Why do you want to know?" He choked out as he sat up and leaned against the trunk of the tree. Bulma sat up too. "Because.I want to understand what you went through. I want to understand you." Vegeta was silent for a few minutes and Bulma patiently waited for his answer. "A-alright.But I don't want you to tell nobody.I don't want people to know." Bulma nodded. She appreiciated the fact he had chosen her to tell this to, even though she had broken his trust a long time ago.
Vegeta sighed. "I-it all started one night."
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My father always drank a lot of beer. He was an alcoholic. At a young age I learned to open the bottles for him. He always sat on the couch watching the televison, and barking orders to me and my mother.One night, he had asked me to get him another beer from the fridge after my mother had gone to bed.
I opened the bottle and took it into the lounge room to where he was. I held the beer out in front of me to take, when I realized that his eyes were closed, and he looked as if he was asleep. There next thing I realized was that his bathrobe was open and he had no clothes beneath. I was so shocked that he would leave himself exposed for everyone to see like that, I never saw that he had opened his eyes. He took my hand gently and asked if I would like to touch him. I yelled no, and set the alcohol down on the table next to his armchair, and ripped my hand from his grasp. I ran back into my tiny room and buried myself beneath the covers of my bed, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.
I opened them after a while, and saw he had followed me into the room. His robe was still hanging open and I could see all of him. He came up to my bed and took the covers off me. He asked if I would like to touch him again. I told him it wasn't right, and that he should leave, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, saying that mother wouldn't touch him anymore and he needed my help, and that it would make him happy if I did.
Once again I said no, and he grabbed my hand tightly and put it in places I knew it shouldn't be. I started yelling, and he hit me, telling me to shut up because it would wake my mother. I thought that if I just did this then he would leave, so I did as I was told.
Suddenly I felt his manhood move, and I tried to pull my hand away, but he would have none of it. He instructed me what to do with my hand. When he started gasping, I thought he was going to die, but he lent over the top of me and told me how good a boy I had been, and that he loved me very much for what I had done. He stood up and left the room, tying up his robe as he went.
I sat back down on my bed and looked at my hand. It was covered in this weird sticky stuff. I grabbed some tissues and wiped it off my hand. I didn't want to go to the bathroom to wash it off, my father might see me and want me to do it again. I got back into bed and started to cry myself to sleep silently.
This same routine happen over the next few months, I would make my father gasp, and he would be happy for a while, and the intensity of the hits I still would receive from him would lessen slightly.
One night, he came to me and told me he wanted to do something a bit different with me. I wondered what it could be. He told me to take off my clothes.
I looked at him in shock. Why would he want me to do that? I said no, but he threatened to start whipping me again. I ended up taking off my clothes, and he did the same. This couldn't be good.
He picked me up and laid me down on the bed. I didn't struggle, I didn't want to be whipped again. My father sat down next to me, and started to touch me in places I didn't want him to. He ran his hand up my thigh, and told me things. Then he got over the top of me and started kissing me roughly on the mouth.I started to struggle, and he hit me in the ribs. I started to cough, and he took the time to push his tounge into my mouth.
It tasted like whiskey. It was his favourite drink. And he always drank a lot of it. He put his hand between us and grabbed me tightly, pumping his hand up and down. He forced me to touch him again, while he was saying horrible things into my ear.
Everything hurt so much. When he got a release, he got off the bed and stood up. He roughly grabbed my arm, red marks began to form. He threw me on the wooden floor and proceeded to hit me. I had many bruises and cuts. There was blood pouring out of my mouth and nose, and I found it difficult to breathe. I think my nose was broken.
The pain was unbearable. My father grabbed me and took me down to the basement. He tied my arms down to these metal stakes he had put on the ground. My face was on the floor, and my knees were tucked up underneath me. He grabbed the bull whip, raised it above his head and brought it down on my exposed back. It sliced through my skin like a hot knife through butter. My tortured screams rang throughout the basement. He did this for quite some time, until he got tired of it. He sat the whip down and told me that I was a disgrace and that I would never amout to anything because I was stupid and a wimp.
He knelt down behind me watching me, touching himself, and grunting, until I felt a warm sticky liquid running down my back and all over my buttocks. I felt a hard warmth pressing itself up against me. I turned my head as best I could I my situation. I saw that my father's manhood was hard again, and he grabbed my sides pulling me towards him. I started screaming. It had no effect on him and I saw the crazed look in his eye, as he grabbed my genitals in his rough hands, squeezing them until I thought I would pass out from the excruciating pian he caused.
He made a quick movement and I felt a sharp pain in the middle of my buttocks that lasted quite a long time. He pushed his hips forward hard and fast, grunting and moaning until he got a release. His semen ran down my legs and dripped onto the cold grimy floor of the basement that served as my own personal hell.He got up and left,not saying anything to me, except that I was a little fucker that deserved everything that he did to me.
I felt awful and violated in every way possible, and he left me down there, tied down to the stakes for two hours, wallowing in self pity and covered in his sexual secretion.
I couldn't believe that my own father would molest me. He was a perverted pedophile. Getting pleasure off his own son's body. How could he do this to me? My own father had in his perverted way, had broken me, his own flesh and blood, in a way no one should be broken. It hurt so much. Nothing could describe the buning pain in my heart and body.
The tears flowed freely from my eyes when he left. They dropped onto the floor, smashing into pieces..Just like my heart..
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Bulma's head was buried in Vegeta's chest. She was crying her heart out from his horrendous tale of the harsh treatment he had received from his father. Her nail were digging into his back, but he didn't feel them.
"I-it's okay. Y-you don't need to c-cry. It's over n-now.N-never a-again." Bulma looked up. Her face was streaked with tears, and her eyes were really red, and glistening with tears. His chest was now wet again. "OKAY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN OKAY?!? YOU WERE FUCKING ABUSED IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE AND YOU EXPECT ME TO THINK ITS OKAY?! WELL HERE'S A NEWSFLASH!! IT'S NOT!!! WAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" She screamed and buried her face back into his scarred chest, and grabbed one of his hands, running her thumb over his palm.
She stopped the minstrations, and looked at his hand. "W-what are all t- these d-d-dots?" Sh sobbed. "Oh. My father smoked as well. H-he put o-out the b-butts in my p-palm. He s-s-said that it w-would mmmm-make me strong. It hurt b-bad too." Vegeta eyes started to water. Bulma snuggled closer, and Vegeta put his arms around her. "I can't believe anyone would do that to you.It's just so.so wrong." Her fingers traced the horrific scars that adorned his chest.
"Buuuuulllllmmmmaaaaaa!!!" They heard a voice distanly yelling her name. "Shit! That must be Yamcha. We were going to go out today." "Oh." Vegeta sounded disappointed. "What should I do while you are gone then?" he asked as they got up and brushed themselves off. "Well you can.hmmmm.I don't know.I'll figure that out later."
Bulma saw Yamcha looking for her as they came out of the woods. "Hey Yamcha! Over here!" She waved to him. Yamcha turned around and saw her with a strange man. He ran over to her with a bit of a jealous look on his face. "Who's he?" He asked disgusted at all the scars on his short skinny body. "This is Vegeta, Vegeta, this is Yamcha." "What's with all the fricken scars man? What.Did Bulma beat you up or somethin'? Hahaha!!" He laughed stupidly. Vegeta had a horrified expression on his face, and he stalked off. Yamcha watched him go. "What's that geeks problem?"
The next thing he knew, was that there was a stinging pain and a big red handprint on his cheek. "You fucking bastard!! Don't you EVER speak to my friend like that!! You have no IDEA what he's been through!! You can FORGET about ever going out with me again Yamcha!! I have had enough of you! Why don't you go and learn how to wipe lipstick off you face?! It's still on there from you recent date with ANOTHER WOMAN!!! I can even smell her perfume you creep!! FUCK OFF!!!!" Bulma's face was red from anger and she glared daggers at the scar faced man.
Vegeta was on his way back to the main building when he stopped to listen to Bulma's screaming. He turned around to watch, and saw Bulma smack him in the face, yell at Yamcha and then push past the scar faced loser and run to catch up to him. "Hey Vegeta! Looks like we'll be spending the day together after all!" She panted. Vegeta stood watching her. "Why did you hit him? He was being bad. But not bad enough for a hit." Vegeta looked scared, it reminded him of when his mother used to hit him. Bulma sighed.
"I'm sorry, but I was just itching to give him a good smack. He always cheats on me. I had had enough of his fooling around. It's just a thing that happens when couples break up for those reasons. Guys who cheat deserve a smack for treating us that way. It's not like it would even hurt him anyway. He is just too thick headed." "Oh." They walked into the building leaving Yamcha wondering where he went wrong.
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Psh. I guess he's too stupid to know such complicated things like that. -_- " Poooooooor 'Geta. Abused by his father. _ Evilness. Hmmmmm.Have I got anything else to say?..The answer is YES!!! READ AND REVIEW PEOPLE!! I WANT REVIEWS!!! WE ALL HATE YAMCHA SO LET'S PICK ON HIM AND AGREE HOW DUMB AND GAY HE IS IN THE REVIEWS YOU WILL GIVE ME!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *coughcoughcough*
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Abandoned & Homeless
CHAPTER 4
He wanted Bulma to rub his tail again, but a little nagging and annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him of what his father used to do to him, using his own tail against him for his sick and perverted pleasures. Vegeta shuddered and wrapped his tail around his waist.
"Hey Vegeta?" "Yeah?" He mumbled. "I was thinking. There isn't really much point going back to that ally, because you are only going to get dirty again. And I'm kind of doing this project, you see. And I was wondering if you want to be a part of it. Do you?" Vegeta thought for a second. "Well I gotta go back cos of Shinigami and Mushi. They're my aminals." He said proudly. Bulma giggled. "I should probably teach you how to talk properly too. Because it's pronounced animals, not aminals." "Whatever." He huffed while crossing his arms.
"So do you want to stay here so I can do my project? You can bring your pets if you want." "Hmmm.Alright. But I have to go back and find them food. They get hungry." "Oh. Well how about we go and get them now and we can feed them when we get back here? What kind of animals are they?" "Mushi is a cat and Shinigami is a dog." "Okay then. I'm just going to find my dad and tell him not to look for anymore people. Come on."
They found Bulma's father in his lab. He was working on improving some invention of his. "Hey daddy! I've finally found someone for the project." Dr. Briefs spun around in his swivel chair. "That's great dear! What is his name?" "Vegeta!" The smile from Dr. Briefs face fell as he heard the name and matched it up with the face. ".W-what? What's wrong daddy?" He stood up. "That looks quite a lot like that Vegeta boy you used to play with when you were a kid. The one I didn't approve of?" Vegeta's tail bristled, the hairs standing on end.
Bulma's eyes widened and she whirled around. Vegeta looked confused. Bulma realized her father was right. He did look just like that little boy. The flame-like hairstyle. The onyx eyes. And the fact he lived in an ally. And he had that black tail too. "Oh god. I think dad's right."
Vegeta remembered what happened in the park and nodded. "Why didn't you come to see me anymore? You said you would always come and see me. But when that guy came you didn't come anymore. I got lonely. You broke your promise." He voiced bitterly. "Vegeta.I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She walked over to him and rested her head on his chest, while, gingerly wrapping her arms around his waist.
Dr. Briefs glared at them. "Stop it dad! I know you are glaring." This time he had a look of surprise on his face. His daughter knew him better than he thought. Bulma released Vegeta from the hug. He smelt like strawberries and lemons, because of the shampoo and shaving cream.
"Oh and dad? We are going to have two new pets. Another cat, and a dog. Scratch can have a playmate now!" She grinned. "Ooooo! Wait. Is Mushi a girl or a boy?" "Girl." "Hmmm.Well at least Scratch has been for the 'operation' already." They didn't like to say any more than that, because Scratch tended to get a bit scared and hyper. Just like if you said bath time.
"So. Let's go and get your pets then. See ya later dad." Vegeta followed Bulma out of the lab and outside to where Bulma's car was parked in the driveway. "Okay. Get in and we will go back to your ally." They got in the car and Bulma drove them down to the poorer side of town.
She pulled up in front of the bakery and they got out of the car. The two were careful not to get mud on their clothes as they picked their way around the puddles, and up to the window. Vegeta crouched down on the wooden boards and pushed the window open. "Shin! Mushi! Come out! We are moving!" He stood up and moved away from the window. He and Bulma waited a few seconds until a large doberman and a little black and white cat burst through the flap one after the other. They were excited and kept jumping up and down.
"Hey! You are the one who stole my pie!" Bulma bent over and and gave Shinigami a rub on the head. "That was your pie?" Vegeta looked at her. Bulma realized that Vegeta was the man in the basement she had heard talking to the dog about the pie. "Yeah. It was. Weird huh? It's like, everything is trying to bring us together.strange."
They were staring at each other until the mewing of Mushi snapped them out of it. Vegeta bent down and picked her up. He gave her a little scratch under the chin making her purr. "I've still got some stuff in there, but I don't think I'll really need it. All I have is some money I saved in this jar, some books that Joe as teach me how to read and my guitar." "Hmmm.Well if that's the most important things you have in there, you might as well get them while we are here." "Okay." Vegeta handed Mushi to Bulma, and he slipped down into the basement. A few seconds later he reappeared with a few books under his arm, and the guitar strapped over his back. She guessed the money was in his pocket.
Bulma handed the cat back to him, and he sat her on his shoulder. "Come on Shin. Let's go." With that, they all walked back out to Bulma's car. Shinigami jumped in the backseat, and Vegeta hopped back in the front where he originally was. He took Mushi off his shoulder and sat her in his lap. "Are you guys hungry? I'll get us something to eat from the bakery." Vegeta nodded for all of them.
Bulma returned with a big bag full of things. There was 3 pies, 4 donuts and two small coffees. "Let's get home before we eat this. I don't want Shinigami slopping pie all over the seats." She said with a chuckle while giving him a pat on the head.
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"I should never have given you that coffee." Bulma groaned. Vegeta was hyperactive from the sudden caffeine rush he had just experienced. "Oooooo!! What's this do?! And this! And this!! Oooooo!!! Look at all the pretty colours!!! Hehehehehehehe!!!!" He was jumping all over the place, literally bouncing off the walls, as he tried to figure out what everything did.
"Hehehehehe!!!" He squealed in a high pitched voice. "Oooooo!!! Pretty!! Hehehe!! He pointed to the television and bounded over to it in that crouched gorilla position he was always in. Vegeta's eyes were wide and he got up very close to the screen. "Where pretty moving pictures?" He looked all sad, but then hugged the television and started licking the screen. He then proceeded to push every button he could see to try and get it to work.
Bulma sighed and picked up the remote. Vegeta's back was to her, so he didn't see what she was doing. The screen was all of a sudden filled with bright lights and loud noises, startling Vegeta and making him squeal and fall back in a dead faint.
"Well that's one way to shut him up." Bulma grumbled flicking the tv back off.
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Bulma sat there looking at Vegeta as he peacefully slept. After fainting, he had just worn himself out. The caffeine rush was over now, and he was sleeping in the most comfortable guest bedroom in the same wing as her own. Bulma had got the servo-bots to pick him up and transport him upstairs, from the loungeroom.
The end of the day was nearing, and Bulma was getting sleepy. She needed a lot of rest for the next day, as she would be starting the tests for her project. She made sure Vegeta was nice and snug in the bed before turning off the light and shutting the door.
When Bulma reached her room, she changed into her favourite black silk pyjama pants and top, and brushed her teeth before getting into bed herself.
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Bulma woke up to the chirping of the birds outide her 2nd story window, and the sunlight shining on her face. There was a rustling of material near her head, and she opened her eyes to see Mushi sitting on her chest, with her nose touching Bulma's, and staring down at her with wide open blue eyes. She smelt like this cat shampoo that you used to rid them of fleas. She was also fluffed up from Bulma drying her off after the bath. Bulma gave Mushi a little pat before getting up and getting dressed in some old clothes. She got an elastic hair tie and pulled her hair back into a messy pony tail leaving a few strands still hanging over her face.
She went downstairs to the kitchen where she saw Vegeta waiting. He was sitting with Shinigami, scratching him on the head. Vegeta looked up as Bulma cleared her throat. "Hey. Want some breakfast?" Vegeta nodded. Bulma fixed them quite a lot of food. She assumed that Goku and Vegeta were from the same race and and so would both eat about the same amount.
She got out the leftovers of a large pot roast that her mother had made for dinner the other night, and gave it to Shinigami. They all heard a mewing sound from the top of the stairs, and Vegeta went to check it out.
He came back with a quivering lump of black and white fur in his arms. It was Mushi. "Hn. She got stuck at the top of the stairs. They were too big for her. Heh." He chuckled. Vegeta sat her on the chair next to him, while Shinigami kept eating the roast as if nothing had happened.
Bulma sat down and they started to eat. Her parents came into the room not long after, and grabbed a plate for themselves. Dr. Briefs sat as far away from Vegeta as he could, showing him that he didn't like him. "Good moring dearie! How are you?!" Her mother chirped. "Fine mum. How can you be so cheery at this time of day? It's too early to be happy." Bulma complained. "I get lots of sleep!" Everyone but Mrs Briefs blinked twice and then went back to eating.
All of a sudden, Mushi jumped up onto the table, annoyed at the sudden lack of attention. She started wailing for attention. "Mushi!" Vegeta scolded. "Get down from there."
Scratch, the little black cat that always sat on Dr. Briefs shoulder, also jumped onto the table, and went over to Mushi. Mushi stopped what she was doing and stared at him. Scratch got closer, and closer, and then he started licking the side of Mushi's face. She started purring.
Bulma smiled at the scene. Vegeta picked up the two cats and sat them on the floor, and they ran off to play together with Scratch's cat toys. "Shin! Come here." Shinigami walked up to Vegeta's chair. "You go play outside or sleep or something." The doberman barked once before bounding to the door, and standing up on his two back legs, and using his front ones to turn the door knob, and push the door open.
"Wow. Smart dog." Bulma complimented. "I showed him how. He knows heaps of things I showed him!" Vegeta nodded to further establish his point. "I believe you Vegeta." She assured him. Vegeta quickly ate the rest of his food, somehow not dropping a crumb or making it look like he was a pig and shoveling it all in at once.
Bulma finished hers next. "Well we had better get started on the project now Vegeta. Let's go." They picked up their plates and put them in the sink.
Vegeta followed Bulma into her private lab, where she would explain to him what he would have to do. The project was about testing human endurance levels under certain conditions. Even though Vegeta wasn't human, it was still all balanced out. He was a Saiyan, and Saiyans were supposed to be some of the most talented, superior, and fittest warriors in the universe. But Vegeta had never been trained, and had endured harsh living conditions, bringing him back to an almost human-like state.
Bulma explained what types of things he would have to do to test his endurance. She went over to a metal cabinet, and pulled out black spandex shorts and navy sneakers with white socks. She pointed him to a room where he could change into it.
Vegeta came out in the clothes Bulma gave him. He wore no shirt as she had never given him one. Bulma stuck two little, grey, circular devices onto his skin. One his right temple, and one over his heart to monitor his pulse as the tests went on. They had little red lights on them that flashed in time to his pulse, and some of the circutry could be seen on the top of them.
(A/N: There are things like these in the movie Demolition Man. Sylvester Stallone is wearing them when he gets put into this Cryogenetic Prison thing I think)
The first thing he was asked to do, as Bulma pulled out a clipboard, was to get on the treadmill and start running. Bulma ajusted some things on it every once in a while and wrote it down when she did.
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2 hours into the exercise, and barely anything had changed about the readings. Vegeta was not even displaying any outward signs of fatigue yet. 'Man. This is gunna be a loooooooong day.' She thought to herself.
3 more hours, and Vegeta was starting to sweat and breathe harder. Bulma wrote this down. She grabbed a white towel from her desk, and reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow, chest, arms, and anywhere else that was sweaty. Vegeta grunted in thanks.
15 minutes later and Vegeta had had enough. He needed more food. He was starving! And his stomach growled to prove his point. He was getting too tired anyway. Vegeta grabbed the towel off Bulma and wiped the rest of the sweat off him, throwing it in the laundry basket on his way past the bathroom.
Bulma fixed him more food and he ate it all. "Well there is no doubt about it! You are definately Saiyan." She confirmed. "So what do we do now?" Vegeta asked as he shoved his plates and utensils in the sink. "Well you can take a break and we can go for a walk and I'll show you around the compound or something." "Yes. Okay."
Bulma showed Vegeta around the compound, talking to him and pointing out different features of the place. Vegeta was clearly enjoying himself. He had never seen such things before, and it was showing. He asked plenty of questions that would seem really dumb to anyone who didn't know him, but Bulma understood and was happy to answer and show him things. They found Shinigami taking a nap underneath a large tree, and they left him to sleep in peace.
"Hey want to go swimming?" Bulma asked happily. "Ummm.I dunno how." "It's okay. It's not really swimming anyway. It's more like taking a bath in a special type of clothes. We are gunna go back to that place in the woods with the waterfall. I love it there. It's so beautiful." Bulma dreamily commented.
They went back to the main building and Bulma got changed into her bathers, and gave Vegeta a pair of her boyfriends board shorts. They picked up some towels and made their way back into the forest and to the pond.
Bulma slipped into the water first. It was warm, because the water from the waterfall flowed from a hot spring. "Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to get in?" She called from the middle of the pool. Vegeta dropped his towel and got in the water. To his delight, it was warm like the bath.
He waded over to Bulma, the water was at his rib cage at the deepest. She ducked down so only her head was above the water. "Mmmm.Warm." She told him as she started floating on her back. Vegeta just stood there watching her. "What am I supposed to do now?" He asked. Bulma stopped floating and got back to her feet. "Have fun?" Vegeta stared at her blankly. "Let me guess. You've never had fun at all. Right?" He nodded. "I suppose I'll have to teach you that too. First off. Water fight." She splashed water in his face.
Vegeta spat the water out of his mouth and wiped his eyes. "What was that for?!" "We are having a water fight silly! You are supposed to do it." "Oh. Right." Vegeta pretended he wasn't interested in it, and caught Bulma with a sneak attack. He moved his arm and a heap of water went flying up into Bulma's face. She splutted a bit before talking. "Heh. You're a natural." With that, she pushed him under water and swam off. When he didn't resurface, she started to get a bit worried, and swam back over to where he was supposed to be.
"Vegeta? Vegeta?! Where are you? This isn't funny!" Something wrapped around her ankle and she screamed before being pulled under. Vegeta bobbed up to the surface panting, he was holding his breath for a long time. Bulma spat out a mouthful of water when she came back up, and latched onto Vegeta's shoulders. "You little bugger! You had me really worried! I thought you could have drowned!" "In water this.not deep?" He was confused. He didn't know what to call shallow water. Bulma laughed. "Shut up! It's not funny that I don't speak good." He whined.
"Awwww.Poor baby!" She sympathized, and placed a kiss on his forehead. She swam away to the waterfall. 'Oh my god! I can't belive I just did that! I have a boyfriend! Bad Bulma! Bad!' Bulma jumped up onto a large smooth rock in front of the spray of water.
'Wow. She put her lips on me. That felt good. No one has cared about me before. I'm think I'm getting happy over nothing. It's not like she would ever like me. I'm a homeless guy and she is the richest woman in the world. She could have any guy she wanted.'
Vegeta walked over to the rock. "Why did you put you lips on me?" "Huh? You mean give you a kiss?" "Oh. Is that what they are called?" "Yes." "Well why did you do it?" "I don't know." Vegeta just stared at her stupidly.
"No one has ever done that to me before.At least not in that way." He trailed off with a sad look on his face. "Yeah? Well you are the first person I have ever shown this place to. No one knows about it but me. I don't know why I showed it to you. Even my parents don't know about it. Consider yourself lucky."
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2 hours later and they had finished swimming and were laying under the willow trees. They had their eyes closed, and were listening to the calls of all the animals. Vegeta had never been this relaxed before. He was always ready for his parents next attack. It was mainly his father who abused him. His mother usually only yelled at him and gave him a slap every now and again. The worst he ever got from his mother was when he was playing with a ball and it smashed the window. That was when his mother hit him with the curling iron across the back of his legs. She was drunk that day, and she never did it again. But he was on constant alert for his fathers attacks. Now he had nothing to worry about. Bulma would keep him safe.
"Vegeta?" Bulma placed a hand on his arm, and he opened his eyes. "I hate to ask you this, because I know it hurts you to talk about it, but will you tell me about the times you father abused you?" Bulma asked, worried about how he might react. "Why? Why do you want to know?" He choked out as he sat up and leaned against the trunk of the tree. Bulma sat up too. "Because.I want to understand what you went through. I want to understand you." Vegeta was silent for a few minutes and Bulma patiently waited for his answer. "A-alright.But I don't want you to tell nobody.I don't want people to know." Bulma nodded. She appreiciated the fact he had chosen her to tell this to, even though she had broken his trust a long time ago.
Vegeta sighed. "I-it all started one night."
~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~
My father always drank a lot of beer. He was an alcoholic. At a young age I learned to open the bottles for him. He always sat on the couch watching the televison, and barking orders to me and my mother.One night, he had asked me to get him another beer from the fridge after my mother had gone to bed.
I opened the bottle and took it into the lounge room to where he was. I held the beer out in front of me to take, when I realized that his eyes were closed, and he looked as if he was asleep. There next thing I realized was that his bathrobe was open and he had no clothes beneath. I was so shocked that he would leave himself exposed for everyone to see like that, I never saw that he had opened his eyes. He took my hand gently and asked if I would like to touch him. I yelled no, and set the alcohol down on the table next to his armchair, and ripped my hand from his grasp. I ran back into my tiny room and buried myself beneath the covers of my bed, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.
I opened them after a while, and saw he had followed me into the room. His robe was still hanging open and I could see all of him. He came up to my bed and took the covers off me. He asked if I would like to touch him again. I told him it wasn't right, and that he should leave, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, saying that mother wouldn't touch him anymore and he needed my help, and that it would make him happy if I did.
Once again I said no, and he grabbed my hand tightly and put it in places I knew it shouldn't be. I started yelling, and he hit me, telling me to shut up because it would wake my mother. I thought that if I just did this then he would leave, so I did as I was told.
Suddenly I felt his manhood move, and I tried to pull my hand away, but he would have none of it. He instructed me what to do with my hand. When he started gasping, I thought he was going to die, but he lent over the top of me and told me how good a boy I had been, and that he loved me very much for what I had done. He stood up and left the room, tying up his robe as he went.
I sat back down on my bed and looked at my hand. It was covered in this weird sticky stuff. I grabbed some tissues and wiped it off my hand. I didn't want to go to the bathroom to wash it off, my father might see me and want me to do it again. I got back into bed and started to cry myself to sleep silently.
This same routine happen over the next few months, I would make my father gasp, and he would be happy for a while, and the intensity of the hits I still would receive from him would lessen slightly.
One night, he came to me and told me he wanted to do something a bit different with me. I wondered what it could be. He told me to take off my clothes.
I looked at him in shock. Why would he want me to do that? I said no, but he threatened to start whipping me again. I ended up taking off my clothes, and he did the same. This couldn't be good.
He picked me up and laid me down on the bed. I didn't struggle, I didn't want to be whipped again. My father sat down next to me, and started to touch me in places I didn't want him to. He ran his hand up my thigh, and told me things. Then he got over the top of me and started kissing me roughly on the mouth.I started to struggle, and he hit me in the ribs. I started to cough, and he took the time to push his tounge into my mouth.
It tasted like whiskey. It was his favourite drink. And he always drank a lot of it. He put his hand between us and grabbed me tightly, pumping his hand up and down. He forced me to touch him again, while he was saying horrible things into my ear.
Everything hurt so much. When he got a release, he got off the bed and stood up. He roughly grabbed my arm, red marks began to form. He threw me on the wooden floor and proceeded to hit me. I had many bruises and cuts. There was blood pouring out of my mouth and nose, and I found it difficult to breathe. I think my nose was broken.
The pain was unbearable. My father grabbed me and took me down to the basement. He tied my arms down to these metal stakes he had put on the ground. My face was on the floor, and my knees were tucked up underneath me. He grabbed the bull whip, raised it above his head and brought it down on my exposed back. It sliced through my skin like a hot knife through butter. My tortured screams rang throughout the basement. He did this for quite some time, until he got tired of it. He sat the whip down and told me that I was a disgrace and that I would never amout to anything because I was stupid and a wimp.
He knelt down behind me watching me, touching himself, and grunting, until I felt a warm sticky liquid running down my back and all over my buttocks. I felt a hard warmth pressing itself up against me. I turned my head as best I could I my situation. I saw that my father's manhood was hard again, and he grabbed my sides pulling me towards him. I started screaming. It had no effect on him and I saw the crazed look in his eye, as he grabbed my genitals in his rough hands, squeezing them until I thought I would pass out from the excruciating pian he caused.
He made a quick movement and I felt a sharp pain in the middle of my buttocks that lasted quite a long time. He pushed his hips forward hard and fast, grunting and moaning until he got a release. His semen ran down my legs and dripped onto the cold grimy floor of the basement that served as my own personal hell.He got up and left,not saying anything to me, except that I was a little fucker that deserved everything that he did to me.
I felt awful and violated in every way possible, and he left me down there, tied down to the stakes for two hours, wallowing in self pity and covered in his sexual secretion.
I couldn't believe that my own father would molest me. He was a perverted pedophile. Getting pleasure off his own son's body. How could he do this to me? My own father had in his perverted way, had broken me, his own flesh and blood, in a way no one should be broken. It hurt so much. Nothing could describe the buning pain in my heart and body.
The tears flowed freely from my eyes when he left. They dropped onto the floor, smashing into pieces..Just like my heart..
~*~*~END FLASHBACK~*~*~
Bulma's head was buried in Vegeta's chest. She was crying her heart out from his horrendous tale of the harsh treatment he had received from his father. Her nail were digging into his back, but he didn't feel them.
"I-it's okay. Y-you don't need to c-cry. It's over n-now.N-never a-again." Bulma looked up. Her face was streaked with tears, and her eyes were really red, and glistening with tears. His chest was now wet again. "OKAY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN OKAY?!? YOU WERE FUCKING ABUSED IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE AND YOU EXPECT ME TO THINK ITS OKAY?! WELL HERE'S A NEWSFLASH!! IT'S NOT!!! WAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" She screamed and buried her face back into his scarred chest, and grabbed one of his hands, running her thumb over his palm.
She stopped the minstrations, and looked at his hand. "W-what are all t- these d-d-dots?" Sh sobbed. "Oh. My father smoked as well. H-he put o-out the b-butts in my p-palm. He s-s-said that it w-would mmmm-make me strong. It hurt b-bad too." Vegeta eyes started to water. Bulma snuggled closer, and Vegeta put his arms around her. "I can't believe anyone would do that to you.It's just so.so wrong." Her fingers traced the horrific scars that adorned his chest.
"Buuuuulllllmmmmaaaaaa!!!" They heard a voice distanly yelling her name. "Shit! That must be Yamcha. We were going to go out today." "Oh." Vegeta sounded disappointed. "What should I do while you are gone then?" he asked as they got up and brushed themselves off. "Well you can.hmmmm.I don't know.I'll figure that out later."
Bulma saw Yamcha looking for her as they came out of the woods. "Hey Yamcha! Over here!" She waved to him. Yamcha turned around and saw her with a strange man. He ran over to her with a bit of a jealous look on his face. "Who's he?" He asked disgusted at all the scars on his short skinny body. "This is Vegeta, Vegeta, this is Yamcha." "What's with all the fricken scars man? What.Did Bulma beat you up or somethin'? Hahaha!!" He laughed stupidly. Vegeta had a horrified expression on his face, and he stalked off. Yamcha watched him go. "What's that geeks problem?"
The next thing he knew, was that there was a stinging pain and a big red handprint on his cheek. "You fucking bastard!! Don't you EVER speak to my friend like that!! You have no IDEA what he's been through!! You can FORGET about ever going out with me again Yamcha!! I have had enough of you! Why don't you go and learn how to wipe lipstick off you face?! It's still on there from you recent date with ANOTHER WOMAN!!! I can even smell her perfume you creep!! FUCK OFF!!!!" Bulma's face was red from anger and she glared daggers at the scar faced man.
Vegeta was on his way back to the main building when he stopped to listen to Bulma's screaming. He turned around to watch, and saw Bulma smack him in the face, yell at Yamcha and then push past the scar faced loser and run to catch up to him. "Hey Vegeta! Looks like we'll be spending the day together after all!" She panted. Vegeta stood watching her. "Why did you hit him? He was being bad. But not bad enough for a hit." Vegeta looked scared, it reminded him of when his mother used to hit him. Bulma sighed.
"I'm sorry, but I was just itching to give him a good smack. He always cheats on me. I had had enough of his fooling around. It's just a thing that happens when couples break up for those reasons. Guys who cheat deserve a smack for treating us that way. It's not like it would even hurt him anyway. He is just too thick headed." "Oh." They walked into the building leaving Yamcha wondering where he went wrong.
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Psh. I guess he's too stupid to know such complicated things like that. -_- " Poooooooor 'Geta. Abused by his father. _ Evilness. Hmmmmm.Have I got anything else to say?..The answer is YES!!! READ AND REVIEW PEOPLE!! I WANT REVIEWS!!! WE ALL HATE YAMCHA SO LET'S PICK ON HIM AND AGREE HOW DUMB AND GAY HE IS IN THE REVIEWS YOU WILL GIVE ME!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *coughcoughcough*
