I finished cooking the meal and I set it all down on the table. I looked at my nifty, special, completely cool, digital watch. It had been fifteen minutes since my gutei had dragged Vegeta off to his room. Whoa. I can't believe that Vegeta's been able to stand Zar's ramblings for this long. I guess I'd better check on them before the Prince blows a vein or something. I walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
Slowly, and with some apprehension, I opened the door and peeked in. "And these are pictures of you beating up Cell, and this one is of you killing Nappa, this is you and Goku fusing into Gogeta, and you and Vegeta becoming Vegetto, and these are you as Super Saiyan, and this is you getting beat up by Cell, and you getting beat by Goku, and you getting beat by…" Just like I had suspected, my brother was going on and going.
"Shut up, brat! I can damn well see what they are for myself!" Vegeta snapped. He obviously didn't like being reminded of his mistake with Cell.
"Okay." Zaretu picked up a one of his favorite pictures, one of Super Saiyan Vegeta smirking, and a pen, "Um, Vegeta-sama?" Vegeta was busy studying all the pictures the boy had pasted on his wall. "Would you sign this?"
"What?!" Vegeta snarled at my gutei, "You want me, the Saiyan no Ouji, to sign something for you?"
"Well, yes. Something along those lines…" my brother mumbled and scuffed his foot on the floor.
"No." Vegeta said and turned toward the door. He saw me and smirked, "Dinner ready, ikeike?"
I snarled at him, "Yeah, yeah. You males are all the same." Zaretu ran into the kitchen then stopped when he saw the clock. I was close behind him and I realized what he had. DBZ started in two minutes and we never missed it. Shit! How's Vegeta going to react when he sees it? It's currently the Cell Saga and he doesn't seem too fond of it.
Actually, on further reflection, I realized Vegeta had been amazingly quiet since Zaretu had dragged him to see his room. Maybe Vegeta didn't like the idea of being famous and the object of millions of girls' fantasies. Nah, who are you kidding? This is Vegeta we're talking about here! Mister Ego-the-size of-the-Solar-System Vegeta that'll kick your ass if you dare address him disrespectfully to many times.
It was too late though. Zaretu had already picked up half of the dishes and moved them to TV room's card table. I sighed and picked up the rest. Vegeta didn't help at all, of course, I never expected him to. Zaretu began serving himself as I turned on the TV and flipped it to Cartoon Network. We were just in time for the entire intro DBZ thing. Vegeta sat down in my dad's leather recliner and for once, I can say that he was, honest to Kami, dumbfounded.
I put food on a plate and handed it to him. He took it and the utensils and ate mechanically. The episode playing was one of my personal favorites. Vegeta Must Pay. I glanced at Vegeta and I saw the vein bulging. He looked like he was ready to destroy the TV but yet he still ate and watched. I sighed and sat back. I had lost my appetite. Lucky for me though, the other two had enough of one left to finish off everything.
When the half hour long show ended, Vegeta stood up and stretched. His face was once again the regular look for him. Cold, emotionless and so sexy. SHUT UP! my mind screamed at me. I must have blushed or something because Vegeta smirked and flexed his muscles. I nearly fainted. Hey! If you had had him in your house and he did that, what would you do?
"They censored that." Vegeta said flatly.
"Yeah, I hate American TV. It sucks major shit." I answered.
My brother nodded, "Those damn people at FUNimation. They should all go to hell and rot. I mean, don't you agree, reishi?" My brother had an evil glint in his eye and I knew something was coming, and the blow was going to be low.
"Er, yeah." I was glaring at him. His language was worse then mine and I swore I'd shove a bar of soap down his throat the next day.
"Complete bakas, all of them. Cutting out the shower scenes and all that great stuff. But hey! That's what the Internet's for, right?" My brother grinned slightly while I choked, my mind not knowing whether to laugh or scream.
"What shower scenes?" Vegeta demanded.
"Nothing! Nothing that Veggie-c-ta needs to know!" I yelled. I think Vegeta must have known what I was about to call him because he glared at me.
"Have you watched it today?" Zaretu asked me. He then turned to Vegeta, "She watches it at least once a day. I've even seen her drooling."
Before I could hit my brother, Vegeta said, "Who's in the shower scene?"
"Why, it's…" I slapped my hand over my brother's mouth and picked him up. I then hauled him to his room and dumped him on his bed.
"Now listen to me, you little shit." I hissed. He shut up. I never talked this way with him and he knew I was serious. "I swear to Kami I'll kill you if you mention that. You drool over Bra and Pan, you want me to spill that? And what about those hentai pictures you keep locked up in the little wooden box, huh? That thing wouldn't stand a chance against Vegeta if he was pissed off. Hell, he wouldn't even need to be pissed off. He could break that with one hand."
"No, no, no! Hey, hey, hey! Reishi! When would I ever tell your secret? Right?" my brother now looked like he would kill himself before he told. I loved my secret weapon! It was so useful sometimes!
"I'm glad we've come to an understanding. Good-night, gutei." I kissed the top of his forehead and turned and walked out of the room.
As I closed the door I heard him mumble, "Good-night fat ass." I decided to talk about that later. I had thought I was pretty trim for my age!
Back in the kitchen, I was struck mute. Vegeta had cleaned up the TV room! What the FUCK? Why the hell would he do that? Unless… No! Snap out of it, Bouke! You baka! I mentally slapped and pinched myself.
Suddenly, Vegeta appeared by me. I jumped at least five feet in the air as I hit my head on the ceiling. I rubbed the back of my head and asked him what he wanted. Please say it, please say it…
"Where am I sleeping?"
Damn! "On the couch or in my parents' bedroom." I said, cursing Kami for all my rotten luck. Well, it could have been worse. I could have had a sister who also would have been after him.
Vegeta nodded and walked down the hallway to my parents' bedroom. How he knew it was that one I don't know, probably just the old-fashioned elimination process.
Anyway, I yawned and headed over to my room. I kicked aside the empty ice cream carton and sat on my bed. Heh. My parents had just up and left, leaving Zar and I all alone. They didn't even know about Vegeta. Sometimes it was cool having parents who didn't care about you.
I thought about Zar's threat. The little bastard. How dare he threaten me? That turned me to thinking about the shower scene. Hell, I didn't need to watch it anymore! I had watched it over a thousand times and by now I had it memorized!
I stood up and stripped off my clothes. I pulled on my pajamas and checked my alarm clock. I set it to wake me a hour earlier then usual. I had to take into account now that I was cooking for a Saiyan. I closed my eyes and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
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Ok. Next chap: Veggie-chan's accompanying Bouke to high school!! Whoa! He ain't gonna like that, now is he? Suggestions please!
Bouke is a dirty minded person! Reminds me of myself… And her brother! He's eight and he has bad pictures? Kids these days!! *throws up her hands in disgust* Anywho, it's 12:15 here and I gotta go. Hope you enjoyed this!
