The prince of the saiyajins stepped into the house of his largest
rival and frowned. It WAS spotless. He knew he'd most likely end up messing
the place up. He'd just have to hire someone to clean up after him.
After placing the box he held in his arms on a table he decided he'd explore the contents of the house. The first room he checked was Gohan's room. It was something like his own room as a child, books strewn about here and there, a bed in the center, and a few posters on the wall. His mind began to wander as thoughts of his home plagued him. Frieza. He had wanted to kill the evil alien that had destroyed his planet, his people. But no, Kakkarot had beaten him to the job. The hate was swelling inside of him, his blood heating up in his veins. He wanted to punch something, to break something, to throw himself on the floor and kick, and scream, and yell.
But he didn't. He kept himself together, moving down the hall to search the rest of the house. Upon finding the bathroom thoughts of a warm soothing shower to relax his muscles and possibly cause him to settle down came to his mind. He found a single towel laying on the toilet, as if Chi Chi had known he would take a shower he smiled, and twisted the nozzles for the shower, pulling up the stopper, which directed the water into the shower head.
Pulling his clothes off he stepped into the shower, letting the water run down his nude body. Letting out a sigh he watched a little bit of steam rise from the floor of the tub up towards his head. Taking in the fumes through his nose he slid to the floor of the tub, sitting Indian style to think, while the water beat down on his head and shoulders, causing his hair to plaster to his skull...
His shower lasted until the water had run into an icy spray, pelting him with cold hard droplets of water. Stepping out he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into the hall, towards the living room where his duffel bag full of clothes had been left.
There was a superb smell coming from the next room, the kitchen. It wasn't hard to miss, as he entered the living room. Quickly he pulled some clothes on, and dashed into the kitchen to find a tall woman with long red hair stirring something on the stove. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get into this house?" asked Vegeta, a bit angry, and a bit startled.
"I'm the maid." Said the woman turning around, staring at Vegeta with a pair of captivating emerald green eyes. "I work for Ms. Chi Chi and Mr. Goku."
They had a maid?! Why the hell hadn't he been told they had a maid?! Shaking his head he rubbed the back of his neck, staring at her with a bit of a skeptical look. "If you're the maid, then why wasn't I told that you worked here?"
"They must not have told you, with their rush to go off for a little while. You must be Vegeta, Mr. Goku talked a lot about you." Said the maid with a smile, placing a hand on her hip, leaving the wooden spoon in the boiling pot. "But he didn't say how handsome you were..!"
Blinking Vegeta stepped back. Many women had said he was handsome, but mostly because he was the prince, heir to the throne, and everyone wanted it. Everyone wanted the title of queen, to sit with royalty.. A privilege only few had been granted. This woman though, she didn't know he was a prince, and she was standing before him saying he was handsome. He had become captivated, he was in a daze. "I'm making dinner." Said the maid. "Would you like to set the table?"
"What the hell, why not?" asked Vegeta in a dazed state, going to the cupboard to grab a couple of plates. It was as if on instinct that he knew where they were. Placing them on the table he looked at them, as if trying to figure out what to do next when the woman's arms came from either side of him, placing two forks, two spoons, and two knives on the table next to the plates. She then placed her cheek on his back, wrapping her arms around his stomach. "You're a strong one, aren't you?" she asked.
"I suppose so." Said Vegeta placing his hands on hers. He wasn't himself for some reason, and he couldn't understand why. Was this the power of a beautiful woman? No wonder Yamcha acted like such a fool around Bulma all the time, he was a love struck fool, and now Vegeta understood.
"Foods nearly done have a seat." Said the woman pulling away from Vegeta, walking back to the stove. "My name is Oni."
Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. Grinning from ear to ear Vegeta watched her place the food on the table. "It's a nice name.." he said softly, and she sat across from him.
"I've just met you, but I feel like I've known you for an eternity." Said Oni with a smile, placing her hands on her lap. "Tell me about yourself Vegeta, I'd like to know everything!"
Vegeta couldn't help himself... it was as if she had him under some kind of sadistic spell. He began to poor out his life's story to her within a matter of seconds...
Bulma angrily paced the floor of the main hall in her parent's mansion. Vegeta hadn't returned any of her father's calls about the DinoCap he had made for the saiyajin, and he wasn't answering the door. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the Earth.
It'd been at least a month since Vegeta had moved into Goku's house, and he hadn't shown any sign of himself since, not to come over to train, not to come over on her mother's offer of food, not to come over to check on the training capsule her father had built, none. What was wrong with him?! She'd at least seen more of him when he had been living in the house with them. She was getting worried..
Grabbing her coat from the back of the chair in front of a table holding a telephone she walked out into the brisk autumn air in the direction of Goku's home. Perhaps he'd answer the door today, he had to come out sometime, when he ran out of food perhaps. Her walk soon turned into a jog, then to a fast pace run. She wanted to get to the house as quickly as possible. Even though she was worried she hated Vegeta, she couldn't stand his cocky, arrogant, 'I'm the king of the world' attitude, she just wanted to see if he was alright, it was unnatural for someone to stay locked up so long without coming out into the sun. Especially someone like Vegeta..
Walking up to the door of the Son residence she frowned, curling her hand into a fist, and gently hitting her knuckles against the door. No answer. She knocked harder. Still no answer. Soon she was beating her fist against the door, yelling. "Vegeta I know your in there! C'mon out right now, or I'm coming in there, even if I have to break a window! Now get out here! NOW!"
The door slowly pulled open, and a ruffled, unkempt Vegeta stood before her, bags under his eyes, stubble of a beard on his chin, his clothes wrinkled and baggy, nearly falling from his body which seemed to have grown much thinner over the past month. "What do you want?" he asked in an airy tone, almost as if his mind were on another planet. He wasn't even staring at Bulma, he was staring at something beyond her, some boulder or tree.
"Vegeta what's wrong with you?! Everyone's worried about you! You haven't shown yourself in public for a little over a month, and we're wondering why! You look horrible, what's the matter with you?"
"There's no need to go in public now that Oni is with me." Said Vegeta in his half dazed tone. "Oni does the public things for me; I don't have to go out at all."
"Who the hell is Oni?!"
"Kakkarot's maid, a beautiful creature, you should know her, your his friend." Said Vegeta slowly closing the door on a shocked Bulma. But she shoved her foot in the door, blocking his ability to shut it.
"Goku doesn't have a maid Vegeta! Chi Chi would have a fit if they got a maid! We would have told you if Goku got a maid, you think we'd leave something like that out of the contract when you started watching the house?!"
"You must be out of it Bulma." Said Vegeta giving her a gentle shove out the door. "Good day, Oni and I are having dinner together tonight."
"VEGETA! Don't you dare shut that door on me! Oni isn't Goku's maid! Whoever she is, she's faking!" cried Bulma, but Vegeta had already shut the door, and probably gone into the kitchen by then.
What was wrong with him?! He had called her by her name, he looked a mess, and he was having fantasies about some maid of Goku's that didn't exist. Turning on her heels she let out an angry yell and walked back to her house...
"Who was at the door Vegeta?" asked Oni as the saiyajin prince stepped into the kitchen.
"Bulma."
"Bulma? That annoying scientist's daughter?"
"Yeah." Said Vegeta sitting down at the table.
"What did she want?"
"Don't know, she seemed upset." Said Vegeta. "Something about people being worried about me."
"Why would they be worried about you dear?" Oni asked, her voice tensing slightly.
"Something about me not showing around in public, since I took over Kakkarot's place. I don't know."
After placing the box he held in his arms on a table he decided he'd explore the contents of the house. The first room he checked was Gohan's room. It was something like his own room as a child, books strewn about here and there, a bed in the center, and a few posters on the wall. His mind began to wander as thoughts of his home plagued him. Frieza. He had wanted to kill the evil alien that had destroyed his planet, his people. But no, Kakkarot had beaten him to the job. The hate was swelling inside of him, his blood heating up in his veins. He wanted to punch something, to break something, to throw himself on the floor and kick, and scream, and yell.
But he didn't. He kept himself together, moving down the hall to search the rest of the house. Upon finding the bathroom thoughts of a warm soothing shower to relax his muscles and possibly cause him to settle down came to his mind. He found a single towel laying on the toilet, as if Chi Chi had known he would take a shower he smiled, and twisted the nozzles for the shower, pulling up the stopper, which directed the water into the shower head.
Pulling his clothes off he stepped into the shower, letting the water run down his nude body. Letting out a sigh he watched a little bit of steam rise from the floor of the tub up towards his head. Taking in the fumes through his nose he slid to the floor of the tub, sitting Indian style to think, while the water beat down on his head and shoulders, causing his hair to plaster to his skull...
His shower lasted until the water had run into an icy spray, pelting him with cold hard droplets of water. Stepping out he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into the hall, towards the living room where his duffel bag full of clothes had been left.
There was a superb smell coming from the next room, the kitchen. It wasn't hard to miss, as he entered the living room. Quickly he pulled some clothes on, and dashed into the kitchen to find a tall woman with long red hair stirring something on the stove. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get into this house?" asked Vegeta, a bit angry, and a bit startled.
"I'm the maid." Said the woman turning around, staring at Vegeta with a pair of captivating emerald green eyes. "I work for Ms. Chi Chi and Mr. Goku."
They had a maid?! Why the hell hadn't he been told they had a maid?! Shaking his head he rubbed the back of his neck, staring at her with a bit of a skeptical look. "If you're the maid, then why wasn't I told that you worked here?"
"They must not have told you, with their rush to go off for a little while. You must be Vegeta, Mr. Goku talked a lot about you." Said the maid with a smile, placing a hand on her hip, leaving the wooden spoon in the boiling pot. "But he didn't say how handsome you were..!"
Blinking Vegeta stepped back. Many women had said he was handsome, but mostly because he was the prince, heir to the throne, and everyone wanted it. Everyone wanted the title of queen, to sit with royalty.. A privilege only few had been granted. This woman though, she didn't know he was a prince, and she was standing before him saying he was handsome. He had become captivated, he was in a daze. "I'm making dinner." Said the maid. "Would you like to set the table?"
"What the hell, why not?" asked Vegeta in a dazed state, going to the cupboard to grab a couple of plates. It was as if on instinct that he knew where they were. Placing them on the table he looked at them, as if trying to figure out what to do next when the woman's arms came from either side of him, placing two forks, two spoons, and two knives on the table next to the plates. She then placed her cheek on his back, wrapping her arms around his stomach. "You're a strong one, aren't you?" she asked.
"I suppose so." Said Vegeta placing his hands on hers. He wasn't himself for some reason, and he couldn't understand why. Was this the power of a beautiful woman? No wonder Yamcha acted like such a fool around Bulma all the time, he was a love struck fool, and now Vegeta understood.
"Foods nearly done have a seat." Said the woman pulling away from Vegeta, walking back to the stove. "My name is Oni."
Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. Grinning from ear to ear Vegeta watched her place the food on the table. "It's a nice name.." he said softly, and she sat across from him.
"I've just met you, but I feel like I've known you for an eternity." Said Oni with a smile, placing her hands on her lap. "Tell me about yourself Vegeta, I'd like to know everything!"
Vegeta couldn't help himself... it was as if she had him under some kind of sadistic spell. He began to poor out his life's story to her within a matter of seconds...
Bulma angrily paced the floor of the main hall in her parent's mansion. Vegeta hadn't returned any of her father's calls about the DinoCap he had made for the saiyajin, and he wasn't answering the door. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the Earth.
It'd been at least a month since Vegeta had moved into Goku's house, and he hadn't shown any sign of himself since, not to come over to train, not to come over on her mother's offer of food, not to come over to check on the training capsule her father had built, none. What was wrong with him?! She'd at least seen more of him when he had been living in the house with them. She was getting worried..
Grabbing her coat from the back of the chair in front of a table holding a telephone she walked out into the brisk autumn air in the direction of Goku's home. Perhaps he'd answer the door today, he had to come out sometime, when he ran out of food perhaps. Her walk soon turned into a jog, then to a fast pace run. She wanted to get to the house as quickly as possible. Even though she was worried she hated Vegeta, she couldn't stand his cocky, arrogant, 'I'm the king of the world' attitude, she just wanted to see if he was alright, it was unnatural for someone to stay locked up so long without coming out into the sun. Especially someone like Vegeta..
Walking up to the door of the Son residence she frowned, curling her hand into a fist, and gently hitting her knuckles against the door. No answer. She knocked harder. Still no answer. Soon she was beating her fist against the door, yelling. "Vegeta I know your in there! C'mon out right now, or I'm coming in there, even if I have to break a window! Now get out here! NOW!"
The door slowly pulled open, and a ruffled, unkempt Vegeta stood before her, bags under his eyes, stubble of a beard on his chin, his clothes wrinkled and baggy, nearly falling from his body which seemed to have grown much thinner over the past month. "What do you want?" he asked in an airy tone, almost as if his mind were on another planet. He wasn't even staring at Bulma, he was staring at something beyond her, some boulder or tree.
"Vegeta what's wrong with you?! Everyone's worried about you! You haven't shown yourself in public for a little over a month, and we're wondering why! You look horrible, what's the matter with you?"
"There's no need to go in public now that Oni is with me." Said Vegeta in his half dazed tone. "Oni does the public things for me; I don't have to go out at all."
"Who the hell is Oni?!"
"Kakkarot's maid, a beautiful creature, you should know her, your his friend." Said Vegeta slowly closing the door on a shocked Bulma. But she shoved her foot in the door, blocking his ability to shut it.
"Goku doesn't have a maid Vegeta! Chi Chi would have a fit if they got a maid! We would have told you if Goku got a maid, you think we'd leave something like that out of the contract when you started watching the house?!"
"You must be out of it Bulma." Said Vegeta giving her a gentle shove out the door. "Good day, Oni and I are having dinner together tonight."
"VEGETA! Don't you dare shut that door on me! Oni isn't Goku's maid! Whoever she is, she's faking!" cried Bulma, but Vegeta had already shut the door, and probably gone into the kitchen by then.
What was wrong with him?! He had called her by her name, he looked a mess, and he was having fantasies about some maid of Goku's that didn't exist. Turning on her heels she let out an angry yell and walked back to her house...
"Who was at the door Vegeta?" asked Oni as the saiyajin prince stepped into the kitchen.
"Bulma."
"Bulma? That annoying scientist's daughter?"
"Yeah." Said Vegeta sitting down at the table.
"What did she want?"
"Don't know, she seemed upset." Said Vegeta. "Something about people being worried about me."
"Why would they be worried about you dear?" Oni asked, her voice tensing slightly.
"Something about me not showing around in public, since I took over Kakkarot's place. I don't know."