"I think I'm going to go have a chat with Bulma." Said Oni. "Tomorrow,
while I'm out for groceries. It won't do any harm in just... stopping by to
have a... chat."
"Why bother? She's just a loud mouthed wench..." said Vegeta his voice trailing. She was worried about him. Bulma was worried about him. Why the hell would she be worried about him, and what did she mean, saying that Oni wasn't Goku's maid. Of course she was, why else would she be in Goku's house all the time, cooking, cleaning, and doing oddities around. There was no other reason she could be there, except for now, now that she and him were spending a lot of time together. Planning things.
Something was gnawing at the back of his mind.. Something was eating at it. "No." he said after a moment. "I'll go and talk to Bulma tomorrow, you go and do your shopping. Besides, her father is supposed to have something for me, if I'm remembering correctly." He stare at Oni. "Besides, why would you want to go there anyways?"
"I WAS going to go find out why she was constantly pestering us, but now that I know... I suppose it'd be alright for you to go over there.."
"What the hell do you mean, you suppose?!" asked Vegeta, the rage building in his veins. "I'll go over there whether you suppose I can or not, you're not my damned mother! Nor are you my boss!"
"I was just saying..." started Oni, but she shook her head. "I suppose your right; I had no right to act that way. I'm sorry."
"I'm going to go take a shower." Vegeta said, placing his fork on the table, leaving his dinner untouched. He then head for the bathroom, taking a shower and shaving. Afterwards he said nothing to Oni, only heading to bed...
When Vegeta woke up he found Oni had already gone to the store, she was probably angry with him, but she had no right to speak to him that way. He was returning to his right state of mind again, the love sickness warring off on him somehow. Something Bulma had done... Pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt the saiyajin stepped out of the house and shot off into the air, towards the Briefs mansion.
He was rusty in his fighting; he could feel it as he flew. His power level had probably seriously decreased while he had been locked away from the world, while entrapped by Oni's love spell. And he had lost a lot of weight, something he'd need to put back on if he were to train in his intense sessions once more.
Raising a fist he beat on the door of the mansion. Bulma's mother answered. "Why Vegeta! How nice to see you!" she said with a smile, grabbing his arm. "It's been so long since I've seen you!" She then studied his pale, sickly form and shook her head. "Have you been eating right? You don't look to well, what've you been doing this last month? Starving yourself?"
Living off of Oni's soup and rice. The small helpings of that had obviously brought him down to the state he was in. Shaking his head he placed the palm of his hand onto his forehead and stare at Bulma's frowning mother. That was the first time he had ever seen the giddy woman frown, ever. "I've been eating, somewhat."
"Didn't I tell you to come and see me if you were hungry? We've got plenty of food, we'll put some meat on your bones again! Come on Vegeta!" she giggled and drug him towards the kitchen, stopping as she was intercepted by Bulma in the doorway.
"What's he doing here mom?" Bulma asked with an angry frown staring at Vegeta.
"I haven't got a clue, but I'm going to feed him." Said her mother with a happy giggle. "The two of you can talk while I whip some food up for him!" she then walked past Bulma, into the kitchen, leaving the two alone.
"What do you want?"
"I've come to see if your dad has finished that capsule for me. Your crazy mother caught me at the door and is threatening to feed me." Snapped Vegeta.
"My mother's not crazy, and my dad finished the capsule. But I don't think you need it now, after all, your too wrapped up with Oni!" cried Bulma angrily.
"You're jealous?" asked Vegeta curiously.
"No. Why would I be jealous of her?"
"You are!" cried Vegeta. "You're jealous of Oni!"
"Who's Oni?" asked Bulma's father peeking into the room. "And what's with all the yelling, are the two of you fighting again? You guys fight like a married couple!" he teased. "Oh yeah, here's your capsule." He then tossed Vegeta the small DinoCap.
"Oni is Goku's maid." Said Vegeta catching the DinoCap. "And why would I want to marry Bulma here? She's got her idiot boyfriend Yamcha!"
"Who's the jealous one now?" shot Bulma angrily. "Besides, Yamcha and I broke up."
"Again? And I'm not jealous of that moron, why would I be jealous of him? All you are is an annoying, loud mouthed bitch with nothing more on your time than to boss people around!"
"And you're an arrogant bastard that has nothing better to do than to make crude comments about those lower than you are in life, and act like your king of the world!" yelled Bulma.
"Your perfect for each other then!" said Bulma's mother coming out of the kitchen, smiling. "Because you act like your queen of the world a lot of the time Bulma, so it's an excellent match!"
"She's right you know." Said Dr. Brief's with a chuckle looking at Bulma and Vegeta. "You two look so cute together!"
"Whatever." Snarled Vegeta quickly walking from the house. "I have to get back to Kakkarot's house to help Oni put the groceries away."
"Who is this Oni again?" asked Dr. Brief's looking at his daughter standing there, her whole body numb. Vegeta was gone again, back to that Oni woman, imaginary or real, and he had slipped through her fingers once more. He was right. She was jealous that he held another woman, jealous that he spoke another's name in the night, jealous that he loved HER. She, Oni, the one who had claimed to be Goku's maid. Goku's maid.. "Goku's maid.." muttered Bulma angrily before storming towards the stairs.
"I didn't know Goku had a maid." Said her mother, obviously not phased by Bulma and Vegeta's brawl a few moments before.
"He doesn't." said Bulma suddenly, coming to a stop.
"Oni?" asked Dr. Briefs in a curious tone. "Doesn't that mean demon in Japanese?"
"Yeah, so?" asked Bulma with a shrug.
"I'm going to do some research." Said her father quickly, moving towards the back door, heading out to his lab.
Angrily slamming the door Vegeta stepped into the house. The sounds of crumpling paper bags came to his ears in the direction of the kitchen. Oni was probably finished putting groceries away. "Vegeta?" she asked coming into the room, holding a half folded paper bag in her hands. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Snapped Vegeta. "I'm going to go train."
"So you got that thing from Dr. Briefs..." said Oni in a rather upset tone. "Fine. I'm going to make dinner."
"Do that then." Said Vegeta heading back out the door, towards the backyard. Tossing the DinoCap into the air he watched it land on the ground, creating a massive puff of grey and white smoke, a small circular building appearing before him, large enough to probably have some kind of gravity controlling device, some weights, and plenty of moving room on the inside.
Stepping in he immediately moved to the gravity device, setting it for 20x gravity to start. Instantly his body dropped to the floor, telling him how out of shape he was. Straining he began to do pushups, starting with both hands to pull a little bit of the strain from his body. "Goku doesn't have a maid!" came Bulma's yells from the back of his mind. His thoughts returned the thoughts of Goku and anyone else who would have told him about the maid. Were they right? Was Oni posing as Goku's maid? And if she was, why would she be?
Kakkarot. If she isn't your maid, then why is she posing? What could she possibly want out of your house, or out of me that would force her to lie to me? If she's lying, and I find out, I'll make her pay... The name Oni. His mind was completely his own again, the spell had worn off. He had heard the name before, somewhere. Some kind of enchantress...
"Why bother? She's just a loud mouthed wench..." said Vegeta his voice trailing. She was worried about him. Bulma was worried about him. Why the hell would she be worried about him, and what did she mean, saying that Oni wasn't Goku's maid. Of course she was, why else would she be in Goku's house all the time, cooking, cleaning, and doing oddities around. There was no other reason she could be there, except for now, now that she and him were spending a lot of time together. Planning things.
Something was gnawing at the back of his mind.. Something was eating at it. "No." he said after a moment. "I'll go and talk to Bulma tomorrow, you go and do your shopping. Besides, her father is supposed to have something for me, if I'm remembering correctly." He stare at Oni. "Besides, why would you want to go there anyways?"
"I WAS going to go find out why she was constantly pestering us, but now that I know... I suppose it'd be alright for you to go over there.."
"What the hell do you mean, you suppose?!" asked Vegeta, the rage building in his veins. "I'll go over there whether you suppose I can or not, you're not my damned mother! Nor are you my boss!"
"I was just saying..." started Oni, but she shook her head. "I suppose your right; I had no right to act that way. I'm sorry."
"I'm going to go take a shower." Vegeta said, placing his fork on the table, leaving his dinner untouched. He then head for the bathroom, taking a shower and shaving. Afterwards he said nothing to Oni, only heading to bed...
When Vegeta woke up he found Oni had already gone to the store, she was probably angry with him, but she had no right to speak to him that way. He was returning to his right state of mind again, the love sickness warring off on him somehow. Something Bulma had done... Pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt the saiyajin stepped out of the house and shot off into the air, towards the Briefs mansion.
He was rusty in his fighting; he could feel it as he flew. His power level had probably seriously decreased while he had been locked away from the world, while entrapped by Oni's love spell. And he had lost a lot of weight, something he'd need to put back on if he were to train in his intense sessions once more.
Raising a fist he beat on the door of the mansion. Bulma's mother answered. "Why Vegeta! How nice to see you!" she said with a smile, grabbing his arm. "It's been so long since I've seen you!" She then studied his pale, sickly form and shook her head. "Have you been eating right? You don't look to well, what've you been doing this last month? Starving yourself?"
Living off of Oni's soup and rice. The small helpings of that had obviously brought him down to the state he was in. Shaking his head he placed the palm of his hand onto his forehead and stare at Bulma's frowning mother. That was the first time he had ever seen the giddy woman frown, ever. "I've been eating, somewhat."
"Didn't I tell you to come and see me if you were hungry? We've got plenty of food, we'll put some meat on your bones again! Come on Vegeta!" she giggled and drug him towards the kitchen, stopping as she was intercepted by Bulma in the doorway.
"What's he doing here mom?" Bulma asked with an angry frown staring at Vegeta.
"I haven't got a clue, but I'm going to feed him." Said her mother with a happy giggle. "The two of you can talk while I whip some food up for him!" she then walked past Bulma, into the kitchen, leaving the two alone.
"What do you want?"
"I've come to see if your dad has finished that capsule for me. Your crazy mother caught me at the door and is threatening to feed me." Snapped Vegeta.
"My mother's not crazy, and my dad finished the capsule. But I don't think you need it now, after all, your too wrapped up with Oni!" cried Bulma angrily.
"You're jealous?" asked Vegeta curiously.
"No. Why would I be jealous of her?"
"You are!" cried Vegeta. "You're jealous of Oni!"
"Who's Oni?" asked Bulma's father peeking into the room. "And what's with all the yelling, are the two of you fighting again? You guys fight like a married couple!" he teased. "Oh yeah, here's your capsule." He then tossed Vegeta the small DinoCap.
"Oni is Goku's maid." Said Vegeta catching the DinoCap. "And why would I want to marry Bulma here? She's got her idiot boyfriend Yamcha!"
"Who's the jealous one now?" shot Bulma angrily. "Besides, Yamcha and I broke up."
"Again? And I'm not jealous of that moron, why would I be jealous of him? All you are is an annoying, loud mouthed bitch with nothing more on your time than to boss people around!"
"And you're an arrogant bastard that has nothing better to do than to make crude comments about those lower than you are in life, and act like your king of the world!" yelled Bulma.
"Your perfect for each other then!" said Bulma's mother coming out of the kitchen, smiling. "Because you act like your queen of the world a lot of the time Bulma, so it's an excellent match!"
"She's right you know." Said Dr. Brief's with a chuckle looking at Bulma and Vegeta. "You two look so cute together!"
"Whatever." Snarled Vegeta quickly walking from the house. "I have to get back to Kakkarot's house to help Oni put the groceries away."
"Who is this Oni again?" asked Dr. Brief's looking at his daughter standing there, her whole body numb. Vegeta was gone again, back to that Oni woman, imaginary or real, and he had slipped through her fingers once more. He was right. She was jealous that he held another woman, jealous that he spoke another's name in the night, jealous that he loved HER. She, Oni, the one who had claimed to be Goku's maid. Goku's maid.. "Goku's maid.." muttered Bulma angrily before storming towards the stairs.
"I didn't know Goku had a maid." Said her mother, obviously not phased by Bulma and Vegeta's brawl a few moments before.
"He doesn't." said Bulma suddenly, coming to a stop.
"Oni?" asked Dr. Briefs in a curious tone. "Doesn't that mean demon in Japanese?"
"Yeah, so?" asked Bulma with a shrug.
"I'm going to do some research." Said her father quickly, moving towards the back door, heading out to his lab.
Angrily slamming the door Vegeta stepped into the house. The sounds of crumpling paper bags came to his ears in the direction of the kitchen. Oni was probably finished putting groceries away. "Vegeta?" she asked coming into the room, holding a half folded paper bag in her hands. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Snapped Vegeta. "I'm going to go train."
"So you got that thing from Dr. Briefs..." said Oni in a rather upset tone. "Fine. I'm going to make dinner."
"Do that then." Said Vegeta heading back out the door, towards the backyard. Tossing the DinoCap into the air he watched it land on the ground, creating a massive puff of grey and white smoke, a small circular building appearing before him, large enough to probably have some kind of gravity controlling device, some weights, and plenty of moving room on the inside.
Stepping in he immediately moved to the gravity device, setting it for 20x gravity to start. Instantly his body dropped to the floor, telling him how out of shape he was. Straining he began to do pushups, starting with both hands to pull a little bit of the strain from his body. "Goku doesn't have a maid!" came Bulma's yells from the back of his mind. His thoughts returned the thoughts of Goku and anyone else who would have told him about the maid. Were they right? Was Oni posing as Goku's maid? And if she was, why would she be?
Kakkarot. If she isn't your maid, then why is she posing? What could she possibly want out of your house, or out of me that would force her to lie to me? If she's lying, and I find out, I'll make her pay... The name Oni. His mind was completely his own again, the spell had worn off. He had heard the name before, somewhere. Some kind of enchantress...