Chapter Six

A full-grown saiyan asshole without enough common sense to let himself heal! "Vegeta you are in no condition to be training right now!" Bulma screamed through the vid-screen at him.

Vegeta glared at her from his position on the floor. Damn stupid, annoying WOMAN! "Leave me ALONE!"

Bulma turned off the monitor. Fine! Watch when he gets hurt, see if I care! I had better be the last person he comes running to! That ass- Losing her train of thought she watched as Vegeta limped out of the gravity room only to run into Ava. Well at least he isn't training as long. Bulma started as Ava punched Vegeta in the face. What the hell! Bulma left her chair. I am going to find out what's going on now. Bulma could just make out Ava's first words.

"Strong but are you strong enough."

"For what exactly?" He growled but made no move to retaliate.

"What the hell is going on here?" Bulma demanded as she came into range to talk comfortably without shouting.

Ava lifted her chin as she met Vegeta's eyes defiantly. "It's time to find a mate. We are of age."

Vegeta's chin lifted slightly. "With whom? Ghosts that are not of this planet?"

"Mate?" Bulma whispered to herself as the two siblings completely ignored her. Of age... this almost sounds like an old fashioned fairy tale...

"With whomever wins the tournament as the tradition demands." Ava countered swiftly.

"You would marry some weak human because a tradition that has been long dead before our race was even destroyed demands it!" Vegeta screamed at her.

"No I will marry the strongest on the planet as will you!" Ava smirked at his expression of horror. "You will not and cannot deny your saiyan heritage. Can you Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans!" Ava snapped at him.

"Okay, clam down you two. Now will you explain what the hell you are talking about?" Bulma asked them quizzically.

"It is simple, human. On our planet a great tournament was held where anyone could enter and the winner was declared the strongest male or female on the planet and-"

"Then mated to the heir to the thrown." Vegeta finished his glare at his twin as deadly as he was. "Are you suggesting that we throw such a thing on this planet? And not one but two!"

"So you're saying that the winner gets to marry Ava." Bulma put together since they were starting to argue again.

"And the female winner mates to the Prince!" Ava bite off and stormed away.

"Damn it! Come back here right now!" Vegeta started after her but Bulma stepped in his way.

"Are you going to through with this Vegeta?" Bulma asked gently.

Vegeta took a deep breath to calm himself and replied, "I must, not only does tradition demand it but apparently so does she!" Vegeta stepped around Bulma making a beeline toward his twin.

And just when I thought that this situation couldn't get any weirder. Bulma paused a moment as what they had just said sunk in. Oh my god...but that means that...Vegeta has to... but this isn't fair to them! I can't let Vegeta just mate to any woman! They can't make him mate! I have to ... What am I thinking? Help Vegeta indeed! But it's not right! It's...just not right! Bulma stomped off then to find a half finished invention to concentrate on.

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"You are deranged!"

"And you are apparently an asshole!"

"How can you, a princess of all things, even consider a third-class idiot of a-"

"Who else if not him, VEGETA, I have a right to choose who I mate to if you do not consent to the tournaments. If you do not agree than you have no right to order me around! ISN'T that RIGHT, brother, isn't THAT according to TRADITION!"

"Kakarot has a mate, Ava, you cannot HAVE him and I FORBID you to ever mention it again!"

"How do YOU know? Maybe he hasn't bonded to her, maybe we cannot bond with humans, did you ever THINK of that?!"

Bond...? Bulma thought to herself as she reclined in the chair in the corner to make herself more comfortable. The twins had been arguing for days and it seemed that finally it was coming to an end. So far she had been unnoticed during these fights which suited her perfectly fine. Bulma reached into her bowl of popcorn only to find it empty. Damn it... I don't want to miss anything! This is better than T.V.

From what she could gather Ava apparently wanted to challenge Chichi's right to Goku, or something like that, and Vegeta wasn't having it. They were also arguing about the tournaments and how it was or was not politically correct and something else she didn't catch, they would switch to the some alien language every once in a while and the interesting thing about that was it never seemed to be the same one. Hmmm, maybe I should get them to translate their language into ours? Bulma started to get up but stopped noticing how quiet it had gotten.

"What are you suggesting, Ava?" Bulma strained to hear Vegeta's words.

"Well if I cannot mate myself to Kakarot and you 'forbid' any tournaments. Then exactly who am I supposed to mate with besides you?"

Bulma gasped quietly as Ava moved toward Vegeta suddenly and tried to bite him on the neck but Vegeta countered growling at her. Ava looked at him with death in her eyes and laid a hand on Vegeta's chest, only to have Vegeta knock it off.

"Yet another long dead tradition you want to revive?" Vegeta asked sarcastically as he raised his nose ever so slightly. "Fine, Ava, have your stupid tournaments. I'll even mate myself to the winner but don't think for one moment that if I am not... content... then you will be. I will make your life a living hell."

With that Vegeta about-faced and left the room leaving Ava to frown after him and Bulma to look after him with shock that he had given in.

"Damn it!" No human female could ever make my brother happy! He wasn't even supposed to give in! I want to challenge Kakarot's mate not sell myself to the highest bidder! DAMN! I can't call off the tournaments either or he will be suspicious but no female on this planet is a match for him... Maybe I should call off the tournaments aft-

Squeak! Damn chair gave me away. Bulma winced as Ava glared at her then with an abrupt mood swing smirked at her.

Or maybe I will keep them on... the only thing I would have to do is make sure this blue female won... Ava smirked to herself as she left the room.

Now what the hell has got into her? Bulma looked after Ava curiously then shrugged. I'll never figure them out. Bulma stood up glaring at the chair that suddenly decided to be squeakless.

Though, it seems to be easier to figure out Vegeta since Ava came. Bulma thought as she took her popcorn bowl to the kitchen. Not that she's easy to figure out. Bulma looked around at the room at a loss at what to do since she had cleared her schedule for a couple of days so she wouldn't miss the bickering siblings.

I guess I just got used to watching Vegeta for the slightest change in expression that I missed it when he made one. Ava tended to make slight gestures when she spoke or when she didn't like something and to Bulma's surprise Vegeta did the same thing but it seemed to be muted so it was hard to catch.

But now, master genius that I am, have figured out how to find clues that will hint at what Vegeta is feeling, now I must figure out how he thinks for purely scientific reasons. Nodding to herself she went to find a note pad to write down notes on saiyan behavior. Hell, maybe I'll write a book and sell it as science fiction. Hell, might even make a fortune.