Bulma walked by the kitchen but stopped and backpeddled to peek in again. Vegeta sat at the table, a mammoth sized sandwiched clenched in one fist. She watched him take a violent bite out of it before shrugging and walking off. Vegeta had been acting cranky for the past three or four days. It normally wasn't odd for him to be angry over stupid things but it wasn't so much being angry. He seemed distracted. Only yesterday Bulma had asked him if he knew how Piccolo was doing. His eyes had taken a far away look and he remained fixated for nearly ten minutes until Bulma waved her hand frantically in front of his face and he snapped at her that he didn't know. Bulma had done her best to avoid him when he got into moods, even waited for him to leave a room she wanted to retrieve something in just so she wouldn't have to deal with his attitude.
Now as she walked by she heard him grumble to himself and nearly laughed but figured gaining his wrath when he was so irritated wouldn't be a good idea. As she neared the lab a loud crash rang from the kitchen and she ran, wondering exactly what wouldn't work for Vegeta this time. When she neared the door, Trunks came scrambling out, biting his bottom lip and wiping tears from his eyes. Looking at him confused, Bulma watched him climb half the stairs before a chocked laugh escaped him and he ran up the remainder. Turning into the kitchen Bulma clapped a hand over her mouth and tried not to giggle.
Vegeta sat in a veritable tossed salad. After he had finished his sandwich he had decided an apple would have been nice. He had been trying his best not to think too hard about Piccolo, or worse in his mind, who Piccolo's obsession was. Only when he tried to open the damned drawer it was sticking just like every other day. Irritated beyond belief already, the drawer was the last straw to fray what was left of his reserve. Planting his foot on the cupboard, he gripped the drawer handle with both hands and heaved with his might. The drawer never stood a chance. Letting go with a slight squeal, the drawer flew from his hands spraying various fruits and vegetables across the room. Slipping at the sudden lack of force holding him upright, Vegeta slipped and kicked the table and threw two chairs halfway across the room. The fridge door still hung open, the machine humming as it tried to cool itself in vain. Pieces of lettuce and broccoli clung to his spikes as he sat cross legged where the table had been. One hand rested on his knee and the other held a half eaten apple.
"Oh my god, Vegeta what happened?" Bulma stiffled a laugh and feigned shock. Vegeta glared at her from his spot on the floor bit viciously at his apple. "Well why don't you go out for a while and release some stress while I clean this up." Bulma stepped into the kitchen and picked a carrot from a vase.
Vegeta grunted and took one last bite from his fruit before tossing the core into the mess that already piled on the floor. Shaking his head he left a small trail of vegetables to the door. When she heard the door shut entirely, Bulma sat, clutching her stomach as she laughed.
*~*~*
Vegeta flew toward nothing in particular. Annoyance ate at his insides, he didn't know why he was so damned cranky, but he had a pretty good idea. He had spent the last few days contemplating the situation with Piccolo. There were two main things that wouldn't let his mind rest during the nights or throughout his days. First off was that Piccolo was infatuated, second and the most perplexing was that the thought made him angry. He didn't want the Namek to be broken by some heartless bastard who would only laugh in his face. But it urked him that he should care. Since when had all of this emotion boiled up? He shouldn't care, should laugh in Piccolo's face at the thought of him being in love. He couldn't...
Changing course slightly he knew where he was going even though his mind kept screaming for him to stop. He couldn't help himself. He wasn't going to be kept in the dark any longer, he was going to find out who had enraptured the Namek even if he had to beat it out of him.
The waterfall loomed in quickly, it seemed the route had implanted itself in his mind so that he could travel here in his sleep. Vegeta's mind began to race, wondering how he was going to approach the subject. He had an inkling of who it was exactly that held the Namek's heart, and he was most certainly going to tell Piccolo how wrong the man was for him. Vegeta landed carefully beside the pool of water and began to pace, mumbling to himself, trying to find exactly how to approach such a delicate subject then decided the most tactful way.
"Namek, I know who you're obsessed with and I demand that you listen to what I have to say." Vegeta pointed at Piccolo, who appeared not to have heard. Slapping himself in the forehead and running his hand down his face he flew up to meet him. Piccolo's eyes opened and watched him as he neared.
"I heard you."
Vegeta stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. "So your hearing has come back then has it?"
Piccolo nodded, "Partially. Not as good as it once was, but I could hear you grumbling on the bank." Vegeta frowned. "Well...I'm listening so speak your piece and get out."
Piccolo bit his tongue as he watched Vegeta gather his thoughts. _Kami he knows...not only is he going to tell me I'm disgusting but he's also going beat me to death. Fuck, how could he figure it out in two days when I've been hiding it so well for years?_
Vegeta took a breath and eyed Piccolo a moment before starting. "I don't know why you have this 'fixation' but it isn't healthy. It's never going to happen you know. You might as well just get over it." Piccolo tried to remain placid and only grunted. At least what Vegeta was saying wasn't as harsh as he was expecting. "Besides, there are children involved for Kami's sake."
Piccolo's eyeridges furrowed. "I didn't think that would matter." Trunks had just turned eighteen for kami's sake, what difference would that make?
Vegeta snorted. "Wouldn't matter? She's only two!"
That caught Piccolo's attention as well. Bra wasn't two... "Who and the hell are you talking about Vegeta?"
Taken slightly aback, Vegeta began to get exhasperated, "Who do you think I'm talking about? Gohan you fool!"
Piccolo began to laugh and Vegeta watched him, anger begining to simmer in his stomach. "Gohan? You think I'm in love with Gohan?" Piccolo rumbled deep in his chest and wiped a tear from his eye, trying his best to control himself as Vegeta's face grew darker shades of red.
"Well who else could it be? It couldn't certainly be Kakkarot, that baka is too simple for you."
Grinning, Piccolo stretched himself and stood. "Then who would be for someone like me?"
Vegeta began to fidgit, caught in his query. Not only was Piccolo not attracted to Gohan, but now it seemed Vegeta was going to have to think quickly to avoid scrutiny. "Well, someone like...like..." Piccolo grinned and floated eye level with the prince, watching him as he stammered and nearly glowed crimson.
Vegeta resisted the urge to shy away under the Namek's gaze and let his mind race. When Piccolo shifted, Vegeta clamped his mouth shut and watched him as he moved. Reaching out a hand, Piccolo ran long fingers through Vegeta's thick mane. Vegeta shivered, gazing through half lidded eyes as Piccolo returned his hand to his side. Knowing full well what he had done, Piccolo tinted lightly and mumbled to himself.
With the tables turned, Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and leaned forward. "What did you say?"
Piccolo looked at him smirk and gave him a smirk of his own. "I didn't know you liked lettuce that much." Confused Vegeta frowned. Piccolo reached forward again, Vegeta's eyes widening slightly as the Namek raked his fingers through his hair again. Showing Vegeta his palm, Piccolo grinned at the pieces of leafy greens as they fluttered off of his hand with the breeze.
"So I had a problem with a drawer." Vegeta huffed, turning slightly away. Piccolo's rumbling laugh made him scowl as he turned back. Shooting out a hand, Vegeta knocked the turban from Piccolo's head. Quickly taking the defensive, Piccolo took a fighting stance and furrowed his eyeridges. The sun cast high lighting across Piccolo's face and Vegeta scanned it with appreciative eyes. Vegeta floated closer and Piccolo's muscles tightened, waiting for him to strike out again. Vegeta shot out a hand and grasped the scruff of Piccolo's cape, his fingers buried in the heavy fabric. Piccolo gripped Vegeta's wrist, growling low when Vegeta's fist tightened. Vegeta heaved the Namek forward, looking slightly up at him with a small laugh floating between them. Piccolo could feel Vegeta's warm breath as it tickled across his skin, taking a short breath to ask him what the fuck he was doing, Piccolo was shocked into silence when Vegeta pulled him through the small gap between them and crushed his lips with a searing kiss.
Taken aback by the strange tangle of events, Piccolo remained lucid, not truely knowing what was happening or really how to reciprocate. He felt blood rise to his cheeks as he tentatively pressed back. _Kami, I've seen people do this a dozen times...but I never thought it would be like this._
Vegeta pulled back with a jerk with Piccolo's reaction. Startled by his own action as well as the Namek's reaction, he let go of Piccolo's collar and gaped wide eyed for a moment before jetting off. He jumped to super saiyajin as he blasted to propel him faster and traced his lips with his fingertips. _Incredible._ Licking his lips he shook his head in disbelief, the taste slighty smokey. Vegeta's wrist gave a small pang and he looked at it in surprise. Four light purple bruises graced the top of his wrist in a short line. Apparently he wasn't the only one shocked with the turn of events.
Piccolo watched as Vegeta flew away, again. A trail of vapor dissipating in the cooling breeze. A pit of anger sat heavily in his stomach. Why did Vegeta have to yank him? He couldn't just beat the hell out of him or act, well like Vegeta. He had to torture him with things he couldn't have. Piccolo clenched his fists and grunted, he couldn't be tortured by him if he had no feelings left for the Prince. Floating to an open meadow, Piccolo settled to the center and split his figure. As he stared down at his clones, he pulled the cape from his back and let it snap away before preparing himself for the oncoming fight. First he needed to beat the remnants of curiously soft lips from his mind, then he would meditate the Prince from his heart.
Now as she walked by she heard him grumble to himself and nearly laughed but figured gaining his wrath when he was so irritated wouldn't be a good idea. As she neared the lab a loud crash rang from the kitchen and she ran, wondering exactly what wouldn't work for Vegeta this time. When she neared the door, Trunks came scrambling out, biting his bottom lip and wiping tears from his eyes. Looking at him confused, Bulma watched him climb half the stairs before a chocked laugh escaped him and he ran up the remainder. Turning into the kitchen Bulma clapped a hand over her mouth and tried not to giggle.
Vegeta sat in a veritable tossed salad. After he had finished his sandwich he had decided an apple would have been nice. He had been trying his best not to think too hard about Piccolo, or worse in his mind, who Piccolo's obsession was. Only when he tried to open the damned drawer it was sticking just like every other day. Irritated beyond belief already, the drawer was the last straw to fray what was left of his reserve. Planting his foot on the cupboard, he gripped the drawer handle with both hands and heaved with his might. The drawer never stood a chance. Letting go with a slight squeal, the drawer flew from his hands spraying various fruits and vegetables across the room. Slipping at the sudden lack of force holding him upright, Vegeta slipped and kicked the table and threw two chairs halfway across the room. The fridge door still hung open, the machine humming as it tried to cool itself in vain. Pieces of lettuce and broccoli clung to his spikes as he sat cross legged where the table had been. One hand rested on his knee and the other held a half eaten apple.
"Oh my god, Vegeta what happened?" Bulma stiffled a laugh and feigned shock. Vegeta glared at her from his spot on the floor bit viciously at his apple. "Well why don't you go out for a while and release some stress while I clean this up." Bulma stepped into the kitchen and picked a carrot from a vase.
Vegeta grunted and took one last bite from his fruit before tossing the core into the mess that already piled on the floor. Shaking his head he left a small trail of vegetables to the door. When she heard the door shut entirely, Bulma sat, clutching her stomach as she laughed.
*~*~*
Vegeta flew toward nothing in particular. Annoyance ate at his insides, he didn't know why he was so damned cranky, but he had a pretty good idea. He had spent the last few days contemplating the situation with Piccolo. There were two main things that wouldn't let his mind rest during the nights or throughout his days. First off was that Piccolo was infatuated, second and the most perplexing was that the thought made him angry. He didn't want the Namek to be broken by some heartless bastard who would only laugh in his face. But it urked him that he should care. Since when had all of this emotion boiled up? He shouldn't care, should laugh in Piccolo's face at the thought of him being in love. He couldn't...
Changing course slightly he knew where he was going even though his mind kept screaming for him to stop. He couldn't help himself. He wasn't going to be kept in the dark any longer, he was going to find out who had enraptured the Namek even if he had to beat it out of him.
The waterfall loomed in quickly, it seemed the route had implanted itself in his mind so that he could travel here in his sleep. Vegeta's mind began to race, wondering how he was going to approach the subject. He had an inkling of who it was exactly that held the Namek's heart, and he was most certainly going to tell Piccolo how wrong the man was for him. Vegeta landed carefully beside the pool of water and began to pace, mumbling to himself, trying to find exactly how to approach such a delicate subject then decided the most tactful way.
"Namek, I know who you're obsessed with and I demand that you listen to what I have to say." Vegeta pointed at Piccolo, who appeared not to have heard. Slapping himself in the forehead and running his hand down his face he flew up to meet him. Piccolo's eyes opened and watched him as he neared.
"I heard you."
Vegeta stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. "So your hearing has come back then has it?"
Piccolo nodded, "Partially. Not as good as it once was, but I could hear you grumbling on the bank." Vegeta frowned. "Well...I'm listening so speak your piece and get out."
Piccolo bit his tongue as he watched Vegeta gather his thoughts. _Kami he knows...not only is he going to tell me I'm disgusting but he's also going beat me to death. Fuck, how could he figure it out in two days when I've been hiding it so well for years?_
Vegeta took a breath and eyed Piccolo a moment before starting. "I don't know why you have this 'fixation' but it isn't healthy. It's never going to happen you know. You might as well just get over it." Piccolo tried to remain placid and only grunted. At least what Vegeta was saying wasn't as harsh as he was expecting. "Besides, there are children involved for Kami's sake."
Piccolo's eyeridges furrowed. "I didn't think that would matter." Trunks had just turned eighteen for kami's sake, what difference would that make?
Vegeta snorted. "Wouldn't matter? She's only two!"
That caught Piccolo's attention as well. Bra wasn't two... "Who and the hell are you talking about Vegeta?"
Taken slightly aback, Vegeta began to get exhasperated, "Who do you think I'm talking about? Gohan you fool!"
Piccolo began to laugh and Vegeta watched him, anger begining to simmer in his stomach. "Gohan? You think I'm in love with Gohan?" Piccolo rumbled deep in his chest and wiped a tear from his eye, trying his best to control himself as Vegeta's face grew darker shades of red.
"Well who else could it be? It couldn't certainly be Kakkarot, that baka is too simple for you."
Grinning, Piccolo stretched himself and stood. "Then who would be for someone like me?"
Vegeta began to fidgit, caught in his query. Not only was Piccolo not attracted to Gohan, but now it seemed Vegeta was going to have to think quickly to avoid scrutiny. "Well, someone like...like..." Piccolo grinned and floated eye level with the prince, watching him as he stammered and nearly glowed crimson.
Vegeta resisted the urge to shy away under the Namek's gaze and let his mind race. When Piccolo shifted, Vegeta clamped his mouth shut and watched him as he moved. Reaching out a hand, Piccolo ran long fingers through Vegeta's thick mane. Vegeta shivered, gazing through half lidded eyes as Piccolo returned his hand to his side. Knowing full well what he had done, Piccolo tinted lightly and mumbled to himself.
With the tables turned, Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and leaned forward. "What did you say?"
Piccolo looked at him smirk and gave him a smirk of his own. "I didn't know you liked lettuce that much." Confused Vegeta frowned. Piccolo reached forward again, Vegeta's eyes widening slightly as the Namek raked his fingers through his hair again. Showing Vegeta his palm, Piccolo grinned at the pieces of leafy greens as they fluttered off of his hand with the breeze.
"So I had a problem with a drawer." Vegeta huffed, turning slightly away. Piccolo's rumbling laugh made him scowl as he turned back. Shooting out a hand, Vegeta knocked the turban from Piccolo's head. Quickly taking the defensive, Piccolo took a fighting stance and furrowed his eyeridges. The sun cast high lighting across Piccolo's face and Vegeta scanned it with appreciative eyes. Vegeta floated closer and Piccolo's muscles tightened, waiting for him to strike out again. Vegeta shot out a hand and grasped the scruff of Piccolo's cape, his fingers buried in the heavy fabric. Piccolo gripped Vegeta's wrist, growling low when Vegeta's fist tightened. Vegeta heaved the Namek forward, looking slightly up at him with a small laugh floating between them. Piccolo could feel Vegeta's warm breath as it tickled across his skin, taking a short breath to ask him what the fuck he was doing, Piccolo was shocked into silence when Vegeta pulled him through the small gap between them and crushed his lips with a searing kiss.
Taken aback by the strange tangle of events, Piccolo remained lucid, not truely knowing what was happening or really how to reciprocate. He felt blood rise to his cheeks as he tentatively pressed back. _Kami, I've seen people do this a dozen times...but I never thought it would be like this._
Vegeta pulled back with a jerk with Piccolo's reaction. Startled by his own action as well as the Namek's reaction, he let go of Piccolo's collar and gaped wide eyed for a moment before jetting off. He jumped to super saiyajin as he blasted to propel him faster and traced his lips with his fingertips. _Incredible._ Licking his lips he shook his head in disbelief, the taste slighty smokey. Vegeta's wrist gave a small pang and he looked at it in surprise. Four light purple bruises graced the top of his wrist in a short line. Apparently he wasn't the only one shocked with the turn of events.
Piccolo watched as Vegeta flew away, again. A trail of vapor dissipating in the cooling breeze. A pit of anger sat heavily in his stomach. Why did Vegeta have to yank him? He couldn't just beat the hell out of him or act, well like Vegeta. He had to torture him with things he couldn't have. Piccolo clenched his fists and grunted, he couldn't be tortured by him if he had no feelings left for the Prince. Floating to an open meadow, Piccolo settled to the center and split his figure. As he stared down at his clones, he pulled the cape from his back and let it snap away before preparing himself for the oncoming fight. First he needed to beat the remnants of curiously soft lips from his mind, then he would meditate the Prince from his heart.