DragonBallZ: Sleeping with the Enemy
chapter 6 written by Noble....
'Morning, about time' Vegeta thought waking up lazily trying to adjust to getting up so early once again as he had done for the past few weeks. Those blasted contraptions known to earthlings as 'alarm clocks' were wasted on the saiyan prince as they continued to become an even worse nuisance, loud and annoying, much like Kakkarot's loud mouthed harpy from the pits of hell. Hmph that bitch sure had a mouth on her and if that screaming wasn't enough that frying pan was! The Saiyan Prince shudders slightly thinking about such a hellish weapon that only woman had to find, like that wasn't suprising. If the entire saiyan race were still alive, all the males of his species would soon be held fast by those women and their stupid frying pans. But then again if that's the case why didn't they just use a frying pan on Freiza in the first place?
'Ack! Again, thoughts concerning the woman, useless thoughts that would do no-one any good' he thought chiding himself. Somehow a certain Bulma Brief's was able to wedge her image into the mind of Vegeta, constantly bothering him to no end whether it was in between training, meals and just recently she had now invaded his dreams or what he would like to call them, his nightmares. But even still he was impatient with her in and out of his dreams, he actually laid awake for a few hours last night waiting for to come home, wondering if he should scold her or something about her weak mate, but the blasted woman was like an apocolyptic plague that should have been avoided at all costs instead of confronted, but what could he do about it? This was more her home than his and technically all he was was just a guest in the Breifs household and that in the end made him indebted to them for their generous hospitality....like hell he was! Those weaklings should be indebted to him! He was the one using his precious time to train and to prepare for those androids. Throwning himself into his usual morning grumpiness/physcotic ramblings, his eyes darted around the room for something to destroy, something that would bring relief and pleasure of annoying the woman....The alarm clock! NO wait, he already had destroyed 5 of them in the first few short weeks living with the Briefs. Amusing yes much to the annoyance of the woman but painful to his ears plus in any case much to believing he won the arguements subconciously he knew he was having a hard time beating Bulma in this battle of wits.
'Earth women, sneaky coniving cheating grrr'
It was a battle he was sure that he was neither winning nor losing, an absolute stalemate. He as the Prince of all Saiyans should be miles ahead of some common earth woman but somehow this woman of all people was sharp with her tongue and her retorts that left him nothing short of dumbfounded and aggitated. There was one way however that he could be ahead of the woman and it was by the most common reason, 'breaking stuff'. Oh yes the ever grown man with mirth and mischief in his eyes, add the classic sly smirk and you have Vegeta acting like a child in a mans body and all for the reason of upsetting Bulma and if you don't believe me dear readers check it out for yourselves. He had been awake now for nearly 15 minutes and it was time for him to start annoying the woman. Now let's see, what could he destroy that would get her so riled up and fiery? Well since his alarm clocks were all mere dust now he would have to settle with mangling hers instead.
Smirking evilly, he makes his way out of his bedroom and stalks down the hallway to her bedroom. Vegeta never was one to tiptoe on a situation and when he was causing a problem he wanted everyone to know about it even if he was caught. Stopping infront of her door, he bows his head frowning, allowing his saiyan hearing to see if she was in the bedroom, her breathing or some shuffling could easily be detected, perhaps the early morning radio she has on occasionally to help her wake up would be on? So far none of the 3 heard, strange...
Opening the door ajar slightly, his eyes ajust to the light and darkness of the room and dart around like an animal on the prey and in seconds he realises the woman wasn't there, the bed was untouched, neatly made even BUT the alarm clock was there! Using a single finger he points it directly at the alarm clock and fires a minute ki blast, and not even using 1% of his powerlevel he effortlessly destroys it. Chuckling lightly, his mind starts counting off the seconds in a somewhat normal fashion ready for the ever impending scream of Bulma Briefs...3....2....1...
The smirks continues to beam pridefully as he waits and waits and w--hmm. The smile slowly begins to fade and he folds his arms over his chest and now counts forward the seconds it takes for her to arrive and knowingly his hearing could have picked up her stomping footsteps from the stairs a mile away and yet nothing? Frowning fully the only tapping can be heard now is his own as 1 to 3 minutes pass and now fully annoyed at his own plan backfiring he growls lightly searching within a 5 mile radius for the blasted woman's ki and sure enough it's directly underneath him in the kitchen. So scornfully he stomps his way down the stairs making sure every step down he takes that every step is heard literally because in all fairness Vegeta never likes a good plan to go to waste especially when it backfires, it pisses him off! And just as he paraded round the corner and into the kitchen to give the woman a bollocking of a lifetime, more so than he usually would ever single day....there she was sitting in a stool by the table, still wearing the red dress that had his body screaming for her and strangely enough some of her make up was missing.
His saiyan senses came alive immediately trying to pinpoint if she literally did kill some lucky man last night and usually any woman who had sex or that was still giving off the scent of arousal, the smell would usually hit any saiyan alive worse than a pimp bitchslaps his hookers, that's how direct his senses were. There was some indication of arousal, that much he was sure of. The ever present stench of expensive perfume was there too and it stank worse than any vile pair of unwashed socks to Vegeta, how earth males can be attracted to that scent was beyond the saiyan prince, it was wiser to wear a fricken anthrax mask than inahle that appalling smell.
Once after his senses came back to him directly after taking a whiff and finding nothing out of the ordinary, considering he was quite a distance away from her statue like form, his eyes moved from her body to the table, noticing a cup of coffee untouched in her vice like grip. His senses again comfirmed another suspicion, cold and it must have been made hours ago. The final indication of anything about Bulma was the make up, or what she called eye liner. It was no longer brighting her usually beautiful features, instead it look smeered and ugly, and only tears can do that to a woman's make up let's face it. So....that's what happened, she and that weak fool must have had another arguement.
"Woman, if I have to see your face like that every morning I would unfortunately lose my stomach for food and I can't have that seeing such hideousness now can?"
"....."
"Woman, I'm talking to you! Answer me!" he barking growing aggitated at the fact he was being ignored.
"....."
"Bulma..."
The sound of her name is all that is needed for her somewhat lifeless body to reanimate itself, coming back to life slowly and staring at him unemotionally. Definetly not a face of Bulma Briefs that not even Goku had seen thus far in his life and yet Vegeta was probably the first to witness it. Something was definetly up...
"It's over..."
"What's over woman?"
"Yamcha and me, it's over, finished...we broke up" she replied somewhat robotically.
"So I see you finally dumped that weak fool then?"
"What do you care Vegeta? I doubt you even know what love is or was"
"That's the point woman, I don't care at all, I certainly don't care what goes on in your meaningless life BUT I do care that you actually got rid of that clown....he wasn't good enough for you anyway" he answered sounding quite honest, much to his own suprise.
"Wasn't good enough?....For me?"
"Yes woman you heard me the first time, that clown was worthless and weak! I expected you of all people to look for something better than some mere weaklings on this mud ball but yet somehow you attract the most decieving and pitiful males"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't sound too shocked woman, we saiyans can smell everything from your disgusting perfume to how many woman have been writhing all over his body and believe me when I say smelling that from him is not pleasant at all. You humans are so prehistoric that you can't even tell when your own mate has been cheating on you"
"He's not my mate!" she shouted a little angrily, some of her old fire returning.
"Hmph, whatever. I'm going to the gravity room to train. I expect breakfast to be ready within the hour! Until then go and get yourself cleaned up before you get any more uglier"
"...Yes Vegeta" she answered robotically again, walking up the stairs head bowed.
Frowning he watched her leave and frowned even deeper if it were possible. Whatever that fool Yamcha had done had caused the woman to lose her will to fight back or argue and Vegeta couldn't have that happening to his pet now could he? What was it that he was feeling? Concern? He was actually feeling worried about her well being when in the past he couldn't have given a flying fuck what was wrong with her. Silently a small fragment of him hoped she would be ok but the remainder of him angrily reminded him there was training to be done and this time other than wanting to become stronger to kill Kakkarot, he wanted to train harder to be stronger not only for himself but for Bulma because with the way she was acting, it looked like he would have to be the stronger one of the two for who knows how long. So with both of them heading in seperate directions, a new day started and not one all too plesant.
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signed Noble....