DragonballZ: Sleeping with the Enemy

chapter 5 written by Noble...

'Painting the town red' what a funny expression. There are only 3 ways you can do that and 1st one was the easiest of anyones guess, if you don't know heres a clue for ya jack! You simply get a bucket, fill it with red paint, add a paintbrush and voila start painting the town red. Well you can try it and see how long it takes you to get arrested for vandalizing public property, (don't ask me I wouldn't know ''). The 2nd easiest way of both accounts of is by getting an entire military squad and have them gut all the townsfolk by painting the town red and I mean that literally dear readers by gutting every single individual that crossed your path and decorating, walls, cars, fire hydrents, with their blood, brains and left over intestines. (sick I know but it'll draw a crowd much quicker than 'painting' the town red).

The 3rd option and always the most successful yet least embarrassing option in the mind of a certain Bulma Breifs, was to dress to kill and boy did she ever! Every horny bloke that so much as glanced at her had their mouths hitting the ground with their tongues sticking out like they were a pack of ravanous dogs, howling to the moon and whistling cat calls in every and all directions, but more directly at her. This was how Bulma wanted to paint the the town red and with every man that she passed, she didn't go unnoticed as nose bleeds were produced from ear to ear. And hey who said Bulma needed a mirror to see how good she looked? Vegeta's wordless answer and gaping mouth was all the answer she needed that she looked good!

That was Bulma's plan, it was her own goal and personal mission and the lucky man she was after was Yamcha. This was their first real date in a long time ever since that lavender haired kid came and told them about the androids. Ever since then, everyone including Yamcha had spent day in and day out training and neither of Bulma or him had time for one another and that in itself was unfair and a little depressing. But let's not bitch about what happened then, more importantly the blue haired bombshell was determined to focus on the here and now. Tonight she was going to get her way and what Bulma Briefs demanded she got or they'd be hell to pay and in spades and over exerted ear drums. There didn't seem to be anything that could put her on a downer right now, she was literally oozing cockiness and pride in her appearance that she knew that she could do or have anything she wanted. A little sweet talking here, a little touching there any BAM any eligible bachelor would be on an invisible leash and obeying her every wim in seconds and if that doesn't sound bad who do you think she sounds like now? Psst psst think male, think saiyan and add the way she's acting now. So this is a personal warning to any male out there so listen up: FEMALE VEGETA ALERT!

Walking into the restaurant that her expected date was in, she waltzed in walking slow and as deliberate as possible allowing all would be couples to take in her appearance and it wouldn't take long for them to start gossiping and whispering hushed comments about her, how couldn't they? She was Bulma Briefs, heir to Capsule Corps and to literally millions upon millions. She was well known for her imfamous dates with many blokes but was known for turning them down after the first one or two dates. Rumours were spread that it was all about sex and publicity, get it on news or the papers, dissappear, have 'supposed' sex and it was over within less than a week. That's what the people assumed, but the only one who knew the truth was Bulma and all those rumours were bullshit. Do you really think that just because she had both brains and beauty that she was dumb? Come on if anyone like her was invested in millions, any male or female respectfully would want to get with that person for the money and not the person.

Sad how some relationships work. I guess that's one difference about Yamcha that made him different from every other guy, he was interested in her and not her fortune. But was he really? As of lately that very same spark, that fire that started their relationship 10 years ago to Bulma felt like it was dimming and the relationship to her felt it was diminishing into nothing more than a friendship than a relationship. That thought did make her feel a little unhappy but the more rational side of her thinking concluded that maybe it was for the best. Nothing lasts forever, not love, not even the dragonballs. Well love does last for some people, but that was only real love and Bulma had yet to experience that, she doubted that even existed unless there was some form of scientific proof to prove that theory. And what was that theory about a guy and girl who were best friends that could never stay as 'just best friends?' It was always proved right when a guy and a girl were best of friends because with age it would bring them closer, together and quicker then either of them could realize and before they would know it, they would have taken that friendship a step higher.

Then why the hell did Bulma believe that her relationship with Yamcha was regressing back into that 'just friends' phase? She knew it was happening, her gut instinct or woman's interwition told her that and as much as she wanted to stay with Yamcha, her instincts never led her astray when they were right and when they were she always followed them. Be it women's interwition or fate, if something big were to happen tonight it better not be bad...

Back at Capsule Corps

'What? What? What? What? Y2J is the undisputed champion?

WHAT?

Y2j was declared the winner at vengeance?

WHAT?

Vince Mcman and Booker T screwed Stone Cold?

WHAT?

Vince and Booker T screwed Stone Cold?

WHAT?

I said, 'Vince and Booker T screwed Stone Cold?

WHAT?

After last night I sat there and thought about it and I said Stone Cold

WHAT?

There's no use in sittin here and crying WHAT? whinning WHAT? pissin WHAT? moaning WHAT?

So I asked myself, I said Stone Cold

WHAT?

Do you want Y2J?

WHAT?

Or do you want Booker T?

WHAT?

So while I was tryin to make that decision I went over to the the sonic drive in

WHAT?

Ordered a halapinya burger WHAT? A chicken fried steak sandwich WHAT? A chilli cheese dog with extra onions WHAT? french fries WHAT? tatatods WHAT?

Washed it down with one beer WHAT? two beers WHAT? three beers WHAT? a shot of whisky WHAT? a margareta WHAT? and a bloody mary WHAT? and I said Stone Cold, 'why have one why you can have em both?'

For some reason this strange earthly programme had mildly been able to capture Vegeta's interest in his search to releave him of boredom for waiting that blasted woman to come home. In a way he found this character 'Stone Cold Steve Austin' rather amusing for a human but in a strange way he felt he could relate to the human. It was obvious that his character was a trouble maker and one tough son of a bitch as the commentator had said several times, yet he was loved by the people, the obvious 'What?' chants were proof of that. It was entertainment and for once these stupid humans had made something good for a change. He was thinking about changing the channel when the bald headed character started to rant about who's ass he would kick first and this made the slightest smirk appear on his usually emotionless features. If it were Vegeta he'd take them both on at the same time and rationally the saiyan prince expected this character's answer to be the same if he was anything like the saiyan prince. His answer didn't come however until this Stone Cold had gone through various amounts of food and alcoholic beverages before deciding he wanted to kick both his opponent's ass'. The smirk on Vegeta's face grew a little bigger, truly this character would make a worthy saiyan warrior because of rationalising his decisions by his stomach first and then deciding on who's ass he would kick later. Amusing, but he was beginning to doubt whether if even a human could stomach what any saiyan would consider an appetizer.

Probably not, but once his ranting was over and the people cheered, he and this Y2J were in a battle in some form of ring were grappling and steel chairs ensured and the people were clearly loving it. It was clear if anything that people on this planet loved seeing violence and pain, as long as it wasn't them on the recieving end and it was also clear that the underdog or the supposed 'badguy' was the one that was cheered the most. Ah to be cheered by the people, if his race were still around would they glorify him in a similar fashion since he was the prince of their race? Or would they boo him in disgust and shame for not being the one to achieve the pinnacle of their race as the first Super Saiyan in a thousand years?

It as that involuntary thought that caused Vegeta to frown darkly and his amusement in this petty wrestling had just warn thin. Switching off the Tv, he stood and started to pace around the living room and into the kitchen, what remained of the food left to him was now nothing more than left over crumbs and had long since been consumed. At least the woman had decided to give him some decent food for a change, BLAST IT again with the woman! What had she done to him? The stupid wench had obviously put something in his food and even if he was drugged by something of somesort it would take triple that amount for it to affect him of all people any time soon.

The woman trying to drug and kill him? HA! Not likely, especially if she valued living for another day or so. The tapping of his fingers on the table started to happen as his patience was beginning to wear thin for the second time that night. That woman was off enjoying the night life, galavanting around with that weak male and obviously trying to make out with him in some common back alley and she leaves him here alone in this miniture sized version of Englands Millenium dome? He should be training he thought, but with thinking of training and Bulma his mind was beginning to boggle on which to choose...and that's when his mind clicked on what he was thinking...

"WHAT!"

He, the Prince of all Saiyans who had dedicated his life to training, to becoming the best ever and forever seeking the ultimate goal of being legendary, was choosing between his training and some mere earth woman! Growling he decided to call it a night and stomped upstairs in the dark, his eyes never missing a step. He would have to change something tommorrow and he'd best do it fast before he starts going crazy, 'hmph really choosing over some moronic woman and training, what am I Kakkarot!'

A long night's sleep is something he and millions of the earth's population definetly needed...

Author's note: Thanks for the reviews peeps and NO I don't have bad taste in music, I only ever like music if it's got a good beat to it whether it be; rap, classical, pop, r n b, or rock. That's how I am, it motivates me and it's what makes me come up with the story ideas. So read review and tell me what you think plus im seriously thinking about waiting a bit longer for chapter 6 until I get some more reviews, no offense I appreciate the reviews I'm getting now but I am working hard to bang out these chapters until 4 o clock in the morning and its 3:41 now. Sigh, for once I'd like to think that my story would be appreciated if I had more than 10 or 20 reviews but Im not going to beg for that, I don't do begging, I'd rather kick some ass and say goodnight heh!

Reccomended Mp3 of the day: Creed- My sacrifice

signed Noble...

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