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Where have I been? Ummm...busy with my new hobbies...Oil painting, charcoal, riding kamikaze horses, making objects for zoo tycoon.... The usual insane stuff! After many emails asking me if I'm going to finish.... well of course! I've just been busy. I'm not guaranteeing regular chapters, but I'll try to get them out as fast as I can.

Last time on Dragon ball LE:
Vegeta walked cautiously into the room as if waiting for someone to attack. Mrs. Briefs suddenly appeared out of nowhere, nearly getting blasted by a nervous Vegeta.
"Oh, hello cutie! You're just in time! The guests are arriving! What's that smell? Phewwww! You need to take a bath." She put her arm through his and led him towards the downstairs bathroom.
"Now go on!" She shoved him into the bathroom, giving him a playful slap on the rear. Before he could blast her she was gone. How does she do that?
Vegeta wasn't quite sure if he was more surprised by her bold action or the fact that he didn't hunt her down and blast her....

Chapter 30: Big Bang Theory

#Well, from what I hear I'd hate to of seen you when you were wished back.... How in HFIL you two survived each other....#
Vegeta ignored him as he was pondering over some of the things the Onna's okasaan had said. 'Guests and food usually implies a party. A party for what? Is there one of those insane human holidays occurring today?" He grumbled a few obscene sentences as he recalled what happened on all the other human holidays....
As he took off his clothes and stood in the shower he subconsciously wondered if he should lighten up on the training a little so he'd know what was going on in *his* house. He quickly dismissed that thought. Why in the hell should he give up training over such a fickle thing? He finished bathing and absentmindedly dried off. As he passed a mirror in the hall he happened a glance. He had on a tight black wife-beater that hugged his well defined muscles like a second skin, and tight jeans that showed off that perfect rear end. When in the hell had he gotten dressed? He scowled as the little dragon's reflection appeared.
"I gather you had some influence...."
# She likes it when you wear that, you know it too. I don't see why you don't wear it more often...#
"I don't not need a matchmaker nor a fashion consultant. If you get into my head one more time I'll...."
#What? Glare at me? You're not as bad as you think you are!#
Vegeta quickly gathered a small, yet powerful chi blast in his hands. He turned to roast the beast, but found it had already left.
#You need to get down here. Bulma's looking for you.#
Vegeta just snorted in irritation and disgust. "Why should I care? While you're down there, who's the party for?"
The featherless chicken's answer would decide whether he went down or not.
#Bulma's birthday, I think...#
The onna's birthday? Why hadn't she told him? Not that he would have heard her anyway. Or maybe she was trying to keep him away so that he wouldn't ruin it. 'Now that's a thought.' Vegeta smirked evilly. Well he'd show her!
He could see her now. Her cheeks flushed red from the effort of keeping her temper in front of her guests. Her eyes would be ablaze, showing the internal fire that he was so attracted to. Then would come the verbal assault...He loved testing his wit against hers.
But one question remained....why was she looking for him?
He walked downstairs with a long, proud stride. He didn't want to seem to be in a rush if someone just happened to see him. He decided to come out the side door since everyone seemed to be concentrated near the kitchen door. He needed to evaluate the situation first. A warrior was never to be caught unprepared. Besides, everyone would expect him to come out the kitchen door. Vegeta, being predictable! Huh!
He walked out the side door into the garden. Large deciduous trees blocked out the sun, creating a cool shaded area. Rose bush hedge maze blocked him from the view of the gathering in the yard.
"Man, how did I let her talk me into this? Vegeta'll kill me when he sees me!" The voice caused the shackles on the back of Vegeta's neck to rise.
"Well it's either instant death via Vegeta or a slow nagging one provided by Bulma." The voice of a certain blue hairball replied.
Yamcha obviously was hiding from him. How disgusting! How could this insect dare to call himself a warrior? He walked past the two, making sure to give them an especially intimidating glare, taking all he had to keep from spitting on the scarred ninjin. Wasn't worth the effort. Both cringed back behind the bushes. He smirked at their reaction. 'Weaklings.' Almost immediately his smirk turned into a scowl. Now he couldn't spy on the happening. He didn't want to look weak, especially in front of the King of Weaklings! It would make him look weak to be seen peaking around a corner! Anyways, how dangerous could a human party be? He walked towards the party in his usual arrogant way.
He stopped at the corner, seemingly glaring back at Yamcha, really seeing if the baka was watching. To his delight he found the hedge blocked him from both Yamcha's and the guests' view. He quickly scanned the area before him. Dark blue and gold toilet paper hung from the yard's trees and eaves. He thought he'd taken care of those tick o' taters. Now he'd have to listen to the onna whine. How had they managed to get past him? After having all you appendages broken one by one you figure you'd get the point....
Mountains of food was piled on several elaborately decorated tables... He chuckled as he watched Bulma trying to entertain guests and keep Kakarott away from the food at the same time.
He nearly yelled out in surprise as something hit him on the side of the head. It hadn't hurt, but he sure in hell wasn't expecting it. He turned to face his attacker. Or rather attackers. Suddenly he found himself surrounded by enemies seemingly trying to bind him up with rope. He struggled, only finding himself more entangled. He willed himself to calm down and think logically. He pulled the cords off, snapping them easily. Having freed himself he prepared to take on his attackers. Looking up several colorful spheres floated in the air, thin rope dangling from their bottoms. What in the.... He mentally smacked himself for his rashness and stupidity.
The wind blew and the movement of something white caught his eye. A banner with his name on it? Why? He studied the other two words for a minute, wishing he had taken more time to study Chikyuu's written language. He just thanked kami he knew enough to read this. 'Ha-pee B-irth-day? Nani!' How in the seven hells of Vegeta-sei would they know when his birthday was. For one he never told anyone. Second, Chikyuu's year length and Vegeta-sei's were different lengths... He had a bad feeling about this, his instincts told him to get out of there ASAP. He quickly turned and headed back for the door.
"There you are!" He cringed. Caught! He felt panic start to take hold. No, he was the Prince of the Saiyans! Mightiest warrior of the Universe...He turned, arms crossed, scowl in place.
"What onna?"
"Get your princely butt over here now! Or do you want me to tell the guest you were too cowardly to show up at your own party?"
He growled at her comment. His pride was once again at stake, damned her! He quickly weighed the pros and cons. Suddenly an arm looped through one of his and he was led towards the party. For some reason he could never resist Mrs. Briefs. His mind could not comprehend why he hadn't sent this woman nor her daughter to the 'next dimension'. It was as if onnas had some sort of will weakening power. Magic, otherworldly forces, something in the food or water? That had to be it! They fed him some sort of will altering chemical! He scoffed at that thought. If Bulma was trying to get such a substance down his throat wouldn't she at least make the food edible to entice him to eat it?
His mind returned to the situation at hand. He sent death glares to whom ever crossed his path. He tallied the ways the people reacted to his glares, amusing him to no end. A fat, balding man backed up, flailed his arms for balance, only to fall into the pool anyway. Another turned to run, only to flip over a chair and end up in a tub of ice water.
"Vegeta! Stop scaring the guests! These are my top clients!" Bulma growled, trying to keep her voice low.
He, of course, ignored her. His eyes and attention had already zeroed in on the first table piled with food. His stomach growled its demand for food, startling several guests.
"Oh dear! You must be starving! Go ahead and help yourself dear, it is after all your party!" Mrs. Briefs happily bantered.
He picked up one of the oversized plates. Vegeta casually filled his plate to its maximum allowance. He made his way to a large tree on the far side of the yard. Only Piccolo, one of the few Z-fighters he could stand, was in the vicinity. He ate at a 'moderate' pace, actually enjoying the food (though he didn't show it). Not a crumb escaped his lips, thanks to years of schooling.
He finished and sat glaring at everyone, deciding what to do. What was there to do? Socialize? The Prince of Saiyans socialize with low class Chikyuu-jins? Yeah right! Eat? He could eat another three tables full without a problem...but that didn't appeal to him right at this moment. Besides that would only keep him busy, oh, for about another 10 minutes. Spar? No, Kakarott was involved with family and friends right now. He watched as the third class baka cringed before his mate as she swacked him on the head with a frying pan from Hammer Space. Not that it would hurt anything. Might even knock some sense into him, though he doubted it.
Verbally spar with the Onna? He spotted her over towards the GR, surrounded by a group of relatively young men. Including the baka Yamcha. When had he come out of his hole? He subconsciously pushed away a wave of jealousy. A mischievious smirk graced Vegeta's face. Yamcha was the perfect solution to remedying his boredom. Bulma would flip if he scared the shit out of scar face, he would get his verbal spar, their fighting would certainly scare off the guests and Yamcha... that would kill two koi-jin with one chi blast.


Next thing anyone knew, there was a loud explosion, Nick was unconscious on the ground, a tree about ten feet from the group of men surrounding Bulma was disintegrated, and there was a stampede of guests heading for the nearest escape route. The Z-fighters were in their fighting stances, ready for anything....
10 minutes before....
Vegeta started off towards Bulma when 'Wolfman' backed into him. He turned and instantly started to blurt out apologies.
#It's a sad day when one of Roco's pups quivers before a little, grouchy princeling, ruler of the extinct Planet of the Apes.#
That was the last straw! Vegeta raised his right arm and Final Flashed the tree in which the little dragon was perched. BOOM! Nick fainted and total chaos ensued. Soil and timber rained from the sky as guests ran and took cover.
He couldn't of planned it better himself. He probably would have enjoy it had he no been so pissed.
#Grouchy, grouchy.# The little dragon chuckled in his head.
#When I get my hands on you, you chibi....#
"VEGETA NO BAKA!" He winced at high pitched squeal emitted from his hostess. "WHY in the hell is it that you have to blow up something or you're not happy!? And what was the purpose of blowing up the tree? Was it such a monstrous threat that it had to be terminated? What next? Killer Chibi Dragons?!"
She stood before him, legs braced, one hand on her hip while its mate held the index finger that was pointing accusingly at him.
"For your information I was aiming at the lizard!" He felt the 'lizard' try to butt in. "The tree just happened to get in the way." he said matter-of-factly.
"Don't tell me you don't have control over your chi! You could of missed the tree completely! Do you know how much it will cost to replace? And why in HFIL are you trying to kill the lizard?" Irritated growls could be heard from a nearby tree. "Well, what in the hell is you name? I'm listening, I don't have all day! I have a Saiyan prince to kill!"
The little lizard gulped. He had just pissed off the only person who would stop the Saiyan from killing him. He obviously had his master's big mouth....
#Oni#
"Lizard."
#Oni#
"Frog."
#Oni#
"Fine then, Toad."
Bulma watched the two argue. Well, they were arguing or Vegeta was having an argument with himself. The dragon was probably messing where he shouldn't have and had sent the touchy prince over the edge. Not that, that was hard. He was touchier than usual and she suspected little Oni had to do with it. He was in Vegeta's head and the prince was most likely afraid of him exposing his true self. This would definitely be terrifying to someone who had been taught all his life that you should feel absolutely no emotion and that the only person you could trust was yourself. She could feel his uncertainty through the bond, along with his anger. She placed her hand on his shoulder, slightly startling him.
"Lighten up on him a little, I doubt he'll ever tell your most innermost secrets to anyone."
He just snorted and toward the house, carefully picking his way through the debris. She sighed. Life was never dull with the Saiyan no Ouji living around here. She also headed for the house, to go call a landscaper. Her yard was a mess!


Nani? Why'd I stop there? Well, this is kind of a set up for the next chapter (which I'm working on now). Don't worry, it'll get better. Maybe. ;P