"So Yamcha, what have you been doing lately?" Bulma asked, knowing full
well what he had been doing, but using conversation as a way to get his
attention fixated on her.
"Well, I've been training. I've gotten a lot stronger! When those androids come they better be prepared for a good butt whipping!" He said, grinning and stuffing a forkful of potato salad into his mouth.
"I'm sure you could beat them Yamcha, you're--"
A loud burst of laughter abruptly interrupted Bulma's sentence and she looked over to the source, along with an irritated Yamcha.
"Ha ha ha!! Look at you, the great and powerful Kakkarott, chained to a tree like a dog! Ha ha ha haa!" Vegeta chortled, only just now having noticed Goku's restraints. This was priceless. Absolutely priceless. He had heard humans speak of golden moments before, and he never knew the true meaning of the expression, until this moment. "Ha ha ha! Do you fetch too, Kakkarott?" He sneered, leaning right down in Goku's face to get the full effect.
Looking next to her, Bulma could see Yamcha roll his eyes. He had never liked Vegeta. She didn't blame him for it either. She wouldn't particularly be enthralled by the presence of someone who had been responsible for her death. She wasn't exceedingly thrilled with Vegeta anyway, but in this moment something happened. She laughed. Vegeta was actually funny. For some reason in this exclusive moment something in the Prince's tone of voice and posture struck her as funny, and she giggled at Vegeta's crack.
The group froze. No one had ever laughed at Vegeta's cruelty before, at least nobody in their right minds. Yamcha, more than anyone, was stunned at Bulma's reaction. He stood there, his jaw dropped with surprise. Why would she think that's funny? Something was definitely wrong here. Bulma was only supposed to giggle at his jokes and misadventures. A wave of heat passed through his body and Yamcha could feel his fists tighten at his sides. Even Piccolo seemed mildly thrown off by the turn of events.
"Oh yes!" Chi-Chi said suddenly, interrupting the tense silence abruptly, "I forgot about you, Goku. You can come eat now."
"Yay!" Goku cried, as Chi-Chi shoved the Prince aside and began to untie her husband. The group, taking the hint, continued with their normal line of conversation, ignoring Yamcha's flushed face, and the way Vegeta was staring at Bulma.
Taking one last glorious look at the restrained Kakkarott, and wishing he had taken this opportunity to do something rotten, Vegeta moved over to a spot just far enough away from the others that he wasn't going to be involved in any conversation or included in any unnecessary way. As he began to pile mounds of food into his salivating mouth, the Prince found his eyes wandering over to the face of Bulma. It wasn't exactly the most lovely face at that moment, seeing as it was dotted with flecks of potato salad and Cole slaw, but it was unique. She was--Catching himself mid- thought, Vegeta tore his gaze away from the temptress and focused it on a squirrel. She was what? What was he going to say? She was stupid. She was insolent. She was inconceqencial. That's what she was. Tossing his empty plate aside, Vegeta wondered why he had even been looking at her in the first place. Was it because she laughed at him? No one had ever done that before. He had never been seriously laughed at. Never said anything so humorous it would actually make another life form giggle. How unusual, and yet...wonderful. The sound of her laughter, even thought short, was one of the most glorious sounds Vegeta could remember hearing.
"What?!?" Bulma screeched, dropping her plate onto the ground in shock, and causing everyone's head to turn towards her. Even Goku, who was so involved with eating he probably wouldn't have noticed if a bomb destroyed everything but the sandwich in his hand, looked up to see what was wrong. Vegeta, too, turned his head to see what was disrupting his thoughts.
Yamcha, obviously trying to quiet down his explosive girlfriend and turn the attention away from him, hunched his shoulders over, leaned in and lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. "Bulma, Maybe we should go talk over here." He growled in an attempted whisper, which didn't work as well as he had planned seeing as everyone in the group was hanging on his every syllable.
Quirking a brow, Vegeta watched as Yamcha practically pushed a very flustered Bulma into a deeper part of the forest. The earthling was obviously upset about something, judging by the scarlet color of his skin, and the slightly off key tone of his voice. Normally he wouldn't care about these petty earthling squabbles of theirs, but for some reason, today was different. He wanted to see the outcome of this little battle, and hear what the problem was to begin with. He was intrigued. Besides, he had nothing better to do, and it might even be entertaining to watch them verbally tear each other limb from limb.
The group was so involved in their own little discussion about the turn of events they didn't even see Vegeta slip out into the same grove of trees the couple just disappeared into, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't have cared.
"Wow..something must be really wrong. I mean, did you see the way Yamcha was looking at her. He's peeved about something." Krillin observed, setting aside his dish and using his now free hand to stroke his chin in thought.
Moving over beside his companion, Chaotzu seconded the remark. "Yeah, they've been acting funny lately. I wonder what it is."
"Do you think it has something to do with..." Krillin began, but then trailed off mid-sentence.
"Has to do with what?" The group demanded in unison, leaning closer to their bald guru.
Stroking the top of his head nervously, Krillin began wishing he had never said anything in the first place. "Something to do with...Vegeta?"
There was a moment of silence as the group let the thought sink in. It was a rather deep realization and it made them all wonder a little more about what went on behind the iron doors of the Capsule Corporation.
"Vegeta? How does this concern Vegeta in the least?" Piccolo suddenly piped up from his place beneath the tree. He had been very quietly listening to the whole conversation and saw no plausible evidence that Vegeta had any involvement in this situation at all.
All at once, the group blushed. Piccolo obviously didn't understand what they were speaking about. Of course he wouldn't, he didn't have hormones. He didn't understand about relationships. "Heh heh...Piccolo, I don't think you quite understand what we're talking about." Chi-Chi explained, attempting to hide her face behind a plate as she continued on. "It's about...well..."
"Is it about sex?" He asked abruptly, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." She answered, relieved she didn't have to say the word.
It was Piccolo's turn to blush now, as he tried to hide his face underneath his cape."Hmpf." Was his only reply. Piccolo was confused about the concept of sex, to say the least, and had made a decision that he was going to ignore all things that involved it. Now was the time to tune out the following dialogue.
"Bulma? With Vegeta? Get real!" Oolong exclaimed, stuffing a few more bites of food into his mouth before proceeding. "I mean, she would nefber be unflaithfbull to Wamcha." He said, his speech garbled from the oversized mouthful he had consumed. Swallowing, and getting no conformation to his assumption, he added a rather doubtful. "Right?"
Within the trees, another conversation was commencing, this one a little more heated.
"What do you mean why did I bring him along?" Bulma screeched, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief.
"That's what I said? Why did you bring him? He's a jerk Bulma, you know that! What were you thinking?" Yamcha spat back, also making wild gesticulations to illustrate his irateness.
"I brought him because I thought it was time he did something with the group. He's saved our lives Yamcha, how many 'jerks' do you know that would do that. If you would only give him a chance, you would see that he's a...decent person on the inside!" She said, then paused for a moment, not comprehending why she just said what she did. She defended him. She defended the man who had been making her life hell ever since he set foot on this planet. Though, the only real thing that disturbed her, was that she honestly believed every word she had just said.
Vegeta, as well, was surprised by her outburst. A little alarmed too. She had never shown this toleration for him before, and he certainly hadn't given her any reason to shield him from this puny earthling's words. For some unknown reason though, he felt compelled to do the same for her, but managed to hold himself back and continue to watch, his interest now peaked.
"Why are you protecting him? He's never done anything worthwhile!" Yamcha cried, so confused and angry that he couldn't even think straight. The single thought that had been plaguing his mind ever since Vegeta emerged from that hovercraft was creeping from his brain to his mouth, and he knew he couldn't hold it in any longer. Sighing, he prepared to speak his mind. "Look Bulma, I want the truth...What is going on with you two?"
"Going on? What do you mean? Nothing is going on with us. Yamcha, why are you blowing this so out of proportion, don't you trust me?" She protested, not understanding what they were arguing about. Then it hit her. It was like a bolt of light in a dark night, that came and then vanished. "Yamcha.." She said tentatively, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "You don't think I'm sleeping with Vegeta, do you?"
That was exactly what he was thinking. "That's what it looks like!" He shouted, watching her jump in surprise at his forcefulness. "I mean you guys live together for Kami's sake!"
Bulma could hardly believe her ears. Yamcha, the one who always said that you should always trust the one you love or you couldn't trust anyone, the one who was her heaven and earth, the one who claimed to love her more than anything. He was accusing her of being unfaithful. "Yamcha..." She murmured, her mind becoming a complete blank. "How could you...think such a thing? I have been loyal to you! I would never ever sleep with Vegeta!" She cried.
So that's what the little earth boy is whining about. He's worried his woman was sleeping around? Honestly, these humans are so primitive They had the right idea back on Vegeta, if you thought your woman was faithful, you could instantly execute her. Talking was useless. Vegeta rolled his eyes slightly, but couldn't help but feel a tiny bit offended at Bulma's pledge of infidelity. Leaning against a tree, Vegeta watched closely as Yamcha averted his gaze, and began to look very nervous.
"Well, I've been training. I've gotten a lot stronger! When those androids come they better be prepared for a good butt whipping!" He said, grinning and stuffing a forkful of potato salad into his mouth.
"I'm sure you could beat them Yamcha, you're--"
A loud burst of laughter abruptly interrupted Bulma's sentence and she looked over to the source, along with an irritated Yamcha.
"Ha ha ha!! Look at you, the great and powerful Kakkarott, chained to a tree like a dog! Ha ha ha haa!" Vegeta chortled, only just now having noticed Goku's restraints. This was priceless. Absolutely priceless. He had heard humans speak of golden moments before, and he never knew the true meaning of the expression, until this moment. "Ha ha ha! Do you fetch too, Kakkarott?" He sneered, leaning right down in Goku's face to get the full effect.
Looking next to her, Bulma could see Yamcha roll his eyes. He had never liked Vegeta. She didn't blame him for it either. She wouldn't particularly be enthralled by the presence of someone who had been responsible for her death. She wasn't exceedingly thrilled with Vegeta anyway, but in this moment something happened. She laughed. Vegeta was actually funny. For some reason in this exclusive moment something in the Prince's tone of voice and posture struck her as funny, and she giggled at Vegeta's crack.
The group froze. No one had ever laughed at Vegeta's cruelty before, at least nobody in their right minds. Yamcha, more than anyone, was stunned at Bulma's reaction. He stood there, his jaw dropped with surprise. Why would she think that's funny? Something was definitely wrong here. Bulma was only supposed to giggle at his jokes and misadventures. A wave of heat passed through his body and Yamcha could feel his fists tighten at his sides. Even Piccolo seemed mildly thrown off by the turn of events.
"Oh yes!" Chi-Chi said suddenly, interrupting the tense silence abruptly, "I forgot about you, Goku. You can come eat now."
"Yay!" Goku cried, as Chi-Chi shoved the Prince aside and began to untie her husband. The group, taking the hint, continued with their normal line of conversation, ignoring Yamcha's flushed face, and the way Vegeta was staring at Bulma.
Taking one last glorious look at the restrained Kakkarott, and wishing he had taken this opportunity to do something rotten, Vegeta moved over to a spot just far enough away from the others that he wasn't going to be involved in any conversation or included in any unnecessary way. As he began to pile mounds of food into his salivating mouth, the Prince found his eyes wandering over to the face of Bulma. It wasn't exactly the most lovely face at that moment, seeing as it was dotted with flecks of potato salad and Cole slaw, but it was unique. She was--Catching himself mid- thought, Vegeta tore his gaze away from the temptress and focused it on a squirrel. She was what? What was he going to say? She was stupid. She was insolent. She was inconceqencial. That's what she was. Tossing his empty plate aside, Vegeta wondered why he had even been looking at her in the first place. Was it because she laughed at him? No one had ever done that before. He had never been seriously laughed at. Never said anything so humorous it would actually make another life form giggle. How unusual, and yet...wonderful. The sound of her laughter, even thought short, was one of the most glorious sounds Vegeta could remember hearing.
"What?!?" Bulma screeched, dropping her plate onto the ground in shock, and causing everyone's head to turn towards her. Even Goku, who was so involved with eating he probably wouldn't have noticed if a bomb destroyed everything but the sandwich in his hand, looked up to see what was wrong. Vegeta, too, turned his head to see what was disrupting his thoughts.
Yamcha, obviously trying to quiet down his explosive girlfriend and turn the attention away from him, hunched his shoulders over, leaned in and lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. "Bulma, Maybe we should go talk over here." He growled in an attempted whisper, which didn't work as well as he had planned seeing as everyone in the group was hanging on his every syllable.
Quirking a brow, Vegeta watched as Yamcha practically pushed a very flustered Bulma into a deeper part of the forest. The earthling was obviously upset about something, judging by the scarlet color of his skin, and the slightly off key tone of his voice. Normally he wouldn't care about these petty earthling squabbles of theirs, but for some reason, today was different. He wanted to see the outcome of this little battle, and hear what the problem was to begin with. He was intrigued. Besides, he had nothing better to do, and it might even be entertaining to watch them verbally tear each other limb from limb.
The group was so involved in their own little discussion about the turn of events they didn't even see Vegeta slip out into the same grove of trees the couple just disappeared into, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't have cared.
"Wow..something must be really wrong. I mean, did you see the way Yamcha was looking at her. He's peeved about something." Krillin observed, setting aside his dish and using his now free hand to stroke his chin in thought.
Moving over beside his companion, Chaotzu seconded the remark. "Yeah, they've been acting funny lately. I wonder what it is."
"Do you think it has something to do with..." Krillin began, but then trailed off mid-sentence.
"Has to do with what?" The group demanded in unison, leaning closer to their bald guru.
Stroking the top of his head nervously, Krillin began wishing he had never said anything in the first place. "Something to do with...Vegeta?"
There was a moment of silence as the group let the thought sink in. It was a rather deep realization and it made them all wonder a little more about what went on behind the iron doors of the Capsule Corporation.
"Vegeta? How does this concern Vegeta in the least?" Piccolo suddenly piped up from his place beneath the tree. He had been very quietly listening to the whole conversation and saw no plausible evidence that Vegeta had any involvement in this situation at all.
All at once, the group blushed. Piccolo obviously didn't understand what they were speaking about. Of course he wouldn't, he didn't have hormones. He didn't understand about relationships. "Heh heh...Piccolo, I don't think you quite understand what we're talking about." Chi-Chi explained, attempting to hide her face behind a plate as she continued on. "It's about...well..."
"Is it about sex?" He asked abruptly, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." She answered, relieved she didn't have to say the word.
It was Piccolo's turn to blush now, as he tried to hide his face underneath his cape."Hmpf." Was his only reply. Piccolo was confused about the concept of sex, to say the least, and had made a decision that he was going to ignore all things that involved it. Now was the time to tune out the following dialogue.
"Bulma? With Vegeta? Get real!" Oolong exclaimed, stuffing a few more bites of food into his mouth before proceeding. "I mean, she would nefber be unflaithfbull to Wamcha." He said, his speech garbled from the oversized mouthful he had consumed. Swallowing, and getting no conformation to his assumption, he added a rather doubtful. "Right?"
Within the trees, another conversation was commencing, this one a little more heated.
"What do you mean why did I bring him along?" Bulma screeched, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief.
"That's what I said? Why did you bring him? He's a jerk Bulma, you know that! What were you thinking?" Yamcha spat back, also making wild gesticulations to illustrate his irateness.
"I brought him because I thought it was time he did something with the group. He's saved our lives Yamcha, how many 'jerks' do you know that would do that. If you would only give him a chance, you would see that he's a...decent person on the inside!" She said, then paused for a moment, not comprehending why she just said what she did. She defended him. She defended the man who had been making her life hell ever since he set foot on this planet. Though, the only real thing that disturbed her, was that she honestly believed every word she had just said.
Vegeta, as well, was surprised by her outburst. A little alarmed too. She had never shown this toleration for him before, and he certainly hadn't given her any reason to shield him from this puny earthling's words. For some unknown reason though, he felt compelled to do the same for her, but managed to hold himself back and continue to watch, his interest now peaked.
"Why are you protecting him? He's never done anything worthwhile!" Yamcha cried, so confused and angry that he couldn't even think straight. The single thought that had been plaguing his mind ever since Vegeta emerged from that hovercraft was creeping from his brain to his mouth, and he knew he couldn't hold it in any longer. Sighing, he prepared to speak his mind. "Look Bulma, I want the truth...What is going on with you two?"
"Going on? What do you mean? Nothing is going on with us. Yamcha, why are you blowing this so out of proportion, don't you trust me?" She protested, not understanding what they were arguing about. Then it hit her. It was like a bolt of light in a dark night, that came and then vanished. "Yamcha.." She said tentatively, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "You don't think I'm sleeping with Vegeta, do you?"
That was exactly what he was thinking. "That's what it looks like!" He shouted, watching her jump in surprise at his forcefulness. "I mean you guys live together for Kami's sake!"
Bulma could hardly believe her ears. Yamcha, the one who always said that you should always trust the one you love or you couldn't trust anyone, the one who was her heaven and earth, the one who claimed to love her more than anything. He was accusing her of being unfaithful. "Yamcha..." She murmured, her mind becoming a complete blank. "How could you...think such a thing? I have been loyal to you! I would never ever sleep with Vegeta!" She cried.
So that's what the little earth boy is whining about. He's worried his woman was sleeping around? Honestly, these humans are so primitive They had the right idea back on Vegeta, if you thought your woman was faithful, you could instantly execute her. Talking was useless. Vegeta rolled his eyes slightly, but couldn't help but feel a tiny bit offended at Bulma's pledge of infidelity. Leaning against a tree, Vegeta watched closely as Yamcha averted his gaze, and began to look very nervous.