More evil laughter is heard.* Heeheeheehee! I left you guys with a
cilffie! And judging by the anguished screams, it was pretty darn good.
Ok, here's the end of your torture..... at least until I'm in the mood for
another cliffhanger!
Faith, to answer your question, "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa!" Ok, for your real question, PocketMouse suggested "Byrne" as Veggie's last name, having to do with his 'do, I'm guessing. "Prince" was also a suggestion, but I didn't want to go with the obvious. So I picked another medieval title-thinger, "Baron" and used some creative spelling. I'm not exactly sure where a baron is on the scale of things, but below a lord for sure. Hope that answers your question-it's probably more than you ever wanted to know!
In this chap I'll switch between Bulma and Vegeta's point of view. Vegeta's thoughts are also made known. A little bit of review: Bulma was pinned by some dude and escaped, only to be re-caught by his buddies. Last we knew, she was trying her darndest to use telepathy.
Ok, ok. You caught me, I own DBZ. Of course not!!!!!
1 The Knights Of Huh
Bulma couldn't move her head because of the grip on her jaw, but she rolled her eyes and glared frantically at the back of Vegeta's head. ::C'mon, be your alert self and notice that something's up!! Just look towards the stage, convince yourself you heard something, anything!:: She quickly glanced back to her attackers; two were helping the leader to his feet and two more held her tight in the chair. The leader brushed off the proffered help, getting to his feet and giving her a glare to strip paint(AN: Cheesy, I know.) ::Wait a sec... I've seen that guy somewhere before. Recently, too. I know! That's Spartacus, the dude that Vegeta beat in an eye blink. Why's he after me? Does he think he'll get to Vegeta this way?:: She quickly shifted her gaze back to the doorway. Vegeta was beginning to look impatient. ::Look this way, idiot!! See if I've got my coat yet!! Agghhh, just HURRY UP!!!::
He finally sighed and shifted position, his eyes sweeping over the room. ::Where has that woman gone? How long does it take her to fetch a coat? Maybe she-:: He cut himself off when he saw the spectacle near the wall. ::What the fuck has she gotten herself into?!:: He rapidly assessed the situation: Bulma may or may not have done something to provoke the thugs, but it was clear that she was in trouble now and not in a position to get herself out of it. That meant Vegeta had better go rescue her, otherwise she was libel to be carried off.
All of his thinking had taken place in less than a minute. He decided not to charge blindly in with fists swinging, he wasn't in the mood for a barroom brawl. Instead, he'd take the diplomatic route and ask why they were holding Bulma and would they consider letting her go. He uncrossed his arms and semi-sauntered over to the table.
"Hello, gentlemen. Is there a problem here?" he inquired. The brutes exchanged glances before they all deferred to Spartacus.
"No, we've got it all under control."
"Really, because it didn't look like that a while ago." Vegeta said cuttingly.
"Trust me pal, we do. Now, since this is none of your business, I suggest you scram."
"Oh, but it is my business." Spartacus made no response, merely raised an eyebrow, so Vegeta continued. "That's my friend you have there."
"'Friend', is that the polite term?" Now it was Vegeta's turn to lift a brow in query. "when I was younger, we just called 'em like we saw 'em- whores." Bulma's face turned a livid shade of red and she squirmed in her chair, trying to get out. ::Feisty one.:: Vegeta thought ::But I can't blame her for wanting to deck him.::
"I'm afraid your wrong on that account. What she does in her spare time, I don't know, but I know that she's not serving in that capacity right now." Spartacus searched Vegeta's face. looking for evidence of a lie. Apparently satisfied that Vegeta's story was the truth, he tried a different angle.
"Not serving in that capacity, or just not getting paid for it?"
"If, by that crude remark, you mean that she and I have some sort of romantic relationship, my response is another no." Spartacus had run out of ideas and was getting frustrated.
"Well, if she's not screwing you, why's she so important?"
"We're friends."
"So?"
"Friends help each other out. Plus, she'll owe me big later." ::And I'm not lying about that, Bulma. I don't stick my neck out for just anyone. This is going to be one LARGE favor you owe me. If I can get you out, that is.::
Spartacus didn't look like he was buying it. "Is that all that's in it for you?"
"Yes. Now, will you tell your oafs to let her go?" Vegeta was beginning to feel impatient. ::I thought this would be over a lot sooner. What does he want with her anyway?::
"No." Vegeta was a bit taken aback by Spartacus's definite refusal.
"Why not? Is there any good reason for you to keep her?"
"Yeah. It'd be better if she was fucking you, but we'll take what we can get." His cryptic remark puzzled Vegeta even more. ::What do they want from her? Do they think they can get information about me by questioning her? Nicely, of course.::
"And what might that be?" Spartacus chuckled to himself and soon his henchmen joined in. The sight of five middle-aged, overweight men guffawing loudly was something Vegeta never wanted to see again in his lifetime. ::Come on, Vegeta, think! what do they want Bulma for? Beside the obvious. Do they think they can use her against me? Pah, as if I would be that weak, to allow compassion to influence my decisions. No, it must be something else.::
"Do you have any good reason for keeping her?" Spartacus nodded. "Am I going to have to guess, or will you be cooperative and tell me. Before I beat you into a pulp."
"You couldn't do that. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll tell you anyway. If we take her with us and do a little 'creative interviewing', you'll soon agree to whatever we want." It was Spartacus's turn to smirk now.
"Really, is that so? I'll just break down like a little baby, is that what you think? You're wrong. I don't know what you want from me, but you'll never get it.""
"Yes we will. We know just how to play you, pretty boy. So start listening, unless you want your 'friend' here to start hurting." ::So I was right. By hurting the woman, they think they can get to me. Now, if that was true. which it isn't, I'd probably beat them right here. What would they do if it wasn't true? ::
"What happens if I say I couldn't give a shit what you do to her?" Vegeta thought that if he acted uninterested they might lose interest in her and just let her go- a reverse psychology type thing. At least that's what he hoped.
"I think you do care. But if what you say is true, we'd have some fun with her and toss what's left into the trash. That's where whores like her belong." ::Damn:: Vegeta thought. ::That back fired royally. What do I do now?::
"So, what's it gonna be, wuss? Do what we want, or the bitch here gets it." Vegeta considered the situation for a minute. ::Well, I don't particularly want to fight, so I'll just play along and see what they want.:: He let his posture sag a little, like he was admitting defeat.
"What do you want?" he asked in a monotone. Spartacus's smirk grew and his thugs gave each other high-fives. ::What a lame bunch.::
"I'm glad you decided to see our reasoning. The item we desire is very rare, nearly impossible to find. Nevertheless, you need to deliver it to the back of the bar by midnight tomorrow."
"Yeah, fine, it'll be here. Now, what is it?"
"A shrubbery." (AN: *evil obsessive laughter can be heard in the background * No, I don't own Monty Python and the Holy Grail either, but this hit me in the middle of the night and I had to use it. A little bit of humor in a semi-serious part. If you haven't seen this movie, I highly recommend it. British humor is something else!)
"A...shrubbery. Like a bush?" Vegeta was stunned. ::What the hell do they want a shrubbery for? Is this some kind of joke?::
"Yes. Not just any shrubbery, though, it must be...rabbit shaped."
"You want a bush shaped like a bunny in exchange for this woman? Alright, where's the catch?" It was Spartacus's turn to look confused now.
"Catch? There is no catch. It's the only one missing from my collection."
"You collect bushes?" (AN: Get your mind out of the gutter!!)
"Not 'bushes'. Shrubberies. Your time's running out, I suggest you get a move on." Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing. ::They want me to go find them a bunny bush? This is insane! What kinda shit are they on? I don't have time for this.::
"You know what? I really don't care how much time I have left. I'm not finding you a bush; the deal's off. Now, let her go and get out of my way."
"No. I don't believe that you could hurt even Caesar over there, and he's the weakest of us here."
"You're stupider than I gave you credit for. Don't you remember how I knocked you cold without thinking? Obviously not, so I think you need a refresher." Vegeta taunted as he moved slowly into a fighting stance. Spartacus wasn't taking him seriously, tossing his head back and laughing uproariously. So he was understandably startled when Vegeta's fist hit him square in the gut. He'd barely recovered when Vegeta punched him in the stomach, head and kicked his legs out from under him in rapid succession. Caesar and his pals holding Bulma were so stunned they loosened their hold on her. She took the opportunity to leap out of the chair, grab hold of the back and send it flying toward the nearest head.
Spartacus was lying prone on the floor, struggling to get up. Vegeta delivered a quick kick to the side of his head, rendering him unconscious. The brute Bulma had taken out with the chair was also knocked out. She was now grappling with Caesar. Vegeta thought she looked like she was holding her own, but the last oaf was coming up behind her. ::Can't have him ruining all her fun. I'll go take care of him.:: The man jumped when Vegeta came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around , startled, and connected solidly with Vegeta's fist. Instantly he dropped to the floor, clocking his head on the table on his way down. ::That was too easy.:: thought Vegeta as he sat down in a chair. ::I hope that woman hurries up, someone's most likely called the cops and I want to get the hell out of here before they arrive.::
While Vegeta had been cleaning up, Bulma was having fun tormenting Caesar. She was no match for him in strength, but he was big and slow where she was small and quick. She used this to her advantage, running circles around him, dashing in and kicking him in the groin and then getting out of the way. It wasn't long before he was exhausted. ::Aw, he's getting too slow, it's no fun anymore. I suppose I'll put him out of his misery now. We should probably clear out, too. Don't want to stick around and get pinned with the damages.:: Bulma grabbed an empty bottle from a nearby table and broke it hard over Caesar's head. He fell like a stone and she wiped her hands clean.
"Are you finished now, woman? You've taken forever."
"Yes, I'm done. We'd better get going before the cops show up or someone sticks us with the bill to fix all this."
"Exactly." Vegeta agreed as he got up and headed for the door. They'd both forgotten that there had been FIVE brutes to start out with. The last one jumped out of the shadows as Vegeta crossed the threshold. Vegeta just sighed and rolled his eyes as he tossed the man into a wall.
"You think he'd have learned."
"Well, they weren't exactly the brightest bunch." Bulma replied. "You still up to hitting the town? I wouldn't want to wear you out after you exerted yourself saving little ol' me." Vegeta gave a derisive snort.
"That barely qualifies as a warm up. Are you sure it's not you who's worn out?"
"Well, normally I'd lie and say I'm fine, but I don't really feel like partying after this."
"Good. If you had, I would have been forced to tag along."
"Are you just going to go home then?" For some reason she couldn't identify, Bulma didn't want him to leave just yet.
"No." Was it just her imagination, or did he sound angry at the mention of home? "I might go to a friend's, or the movies."
"Oh. Well, I'm just going to sneak back home and watch something there. You could come along." Vegeta looked as if he were about to refuse. "You could get something to eat, kind of a 'thank you' for helping me out." Vegeta sighed heavily, but Bulma could tell he'd perked up at the opportunity for a meal.
"Fine, woman. Since you obviously can't take a hint and will just keep bugging me, I'll come with you. I did more than help you out, though. You'd probably their little plaything right now if it weren't for me." Vegeta hid a smirk as Bulma responded exactly the way he'd predicted: her face turned red with anger, her eyes sparked and her hands clenched into fists.
"You- you-"
"You're just too easy, woman. It's no fun if you take everything so seriously. Lighten up a little." Bulma sighed exasperatedly and opened the driver's door to get in her car.
"Get in and shut up. Don't mess with the radio either."
The ride to Bulma's house was spent in silence. She stopped briefly outside the gates to enter her code so the alarm wouldn't sound. Vegeta looked puzzled when the gates opened and she slowly pulled up the driveway.
"What are you doing, woman?"
"Pulling in my driveway, what does it look like?"
"You're messing with me now."
"What do you mean, Vegeta?"
"This isn't your house."
"Yes, it is. Stop being such a joker, you're scaring me."
"No, you stop. Turn around and get out of here before the guards come."
"Vegeta!!" Bulma snapped. "This is my house. I've lived here nearly all my life, you think I wouldn't know it?"
"But this is Capsule Corp., home to the richest family in probably the whole country!"
"Yep, that's us."
"You?"
"Yeah, me, Bulma Briefs."
"You mean the Dr.Briefs- "
"My one and only father. What's the matter, Veg-head?"
"I can't believe that a dork like you is the heir to Capsule" Vegeta lied. ::She's Dr. Briefs's daughter? So that's where she got all her smarts. It's funny, but I imagined the 'Daughter of Capsule' to be some kind of rich, airhead bimbo. She couldn't be farther from that- and that's a good thing.::
Bulma had parked in the garage, turned the car off and was waiting for Vegeta to open his door. "Shut it quietly, but make sure it catches. we don't have to go through the main house, I've got my own wing."
"Oh." was all Vegeta could say. ::Her own wing. And she says it like anyone else would say their own room.::
"Yeah. Mom should be fast asleep by now, but we can't be too noisy because the guards know I'm supposed to be gone." They headed up the stairs in the dark. Bulma entered another code into a keypad at the top to open a door in front of them. Down another hallway, around a corner and they stopped in front of a nondescript door. This time Bulma had to submit to a retina scan and have her thumbprint matched before the door would let them through. It slid into the wall with a "whoosh" and they stepped through.
"Welcome to my humble abode."
And so ends another chapter. Hope you all liked it, look for a peek into Vegeta's past in the next one!! Now go ahead and review, it just makes my day!! ^-^
Faith, to answer your question, "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa!" Ok, for your real question, PocketMouse suggested "Byrne" as Veggie's last name, having to do with his 'do, I'm guessing. "Prince" was also a suggestion, but I didn't want to go with the obvious. So I picked another medieval title-thinger, "Baron" and used some creative spelling. I'm not exactly sure where a baron is on the scale of things, but below a lord for sure. Hope that answers your question-it's probably more than you ever wanted to know!
In this chap I'll switch between Bulma and Vegeta's point of view. Vegeta's thoughts are also made known. A little bit of review: Bulma was pinned by some dude and escaped, only to be re-caught by his buddies. Last we knew, she was trying her darndest to use telepathy.
Ok, ok. You caught me, I own DBZ. Of course not!!!!!
1 The Knights Of Huh
Bulma couldn't move her head because of the grip on her jaw, but she rolled her eyes and glared frantically at the back of Vegeta's head. ::C'mon, be your alert self and notice that something's up!! Just look towards the stage, convince yourself you heard something, anything!:: She quickly glanced back to her attackers; two were helping the leader to his feet and two more held her tight in the chair. The leader brushed off the proffered help, getting to his feet and giving her a glare to strip paint(AN: Cheesy, I know.) ::Wait a sec... I've seen that guy somewhere before. Recently, too. I know! That's Spartacus, the dude that Vegeta beat in an eye blink. Why's he after me? Does he think he'll get to Vegeta this way?:: She quickly shifted her gaze back to the doorway. Vegeta was beginning to look impatient. ::Look this way, idiot!! See if I've got my coat yet!! Agghhh, just HURRY UP!!!::
He finally sighed and shifted position, his eyes sweeping over the room. ::Where has that woman gone? How long does it take her to fetch a coat? Maybe she-:: He cut himself off when he saw the spectacle near the wall. ::What the fuck has she gotten herself into?!:: He rapidly assessed the situation: Bulma may or may not have done something to provoke the thugs, but it was clear that she was in trouble now and not in a position to get herself out of it. That meant Vegeta had better go rescue her, otherwise she was libel to be carried off.
All of his thinking had taken place in less than a minute. He decided not to charge blindly in with fists swinging, he wasn't in the mood for a barroom brawl. Instead, he'd take the diplomatic route and ask why they were holding Bulma and would they consider letting her go. He uncrossed his arms and semi-sauntered over to the table.
"Hello, gentlemen. Is there a problem here?" he inquired. The brutes exchanged glances before they all deferred to Spartacus.
"No, we've got it all under control."
"Really, because it didn't look like that a while ago." Vegeta said cuttingly.
"Trust me pal, we do. Now, since this is none of your business, I suggest you scram."
"Oh, but it is my business." Spartacus made no response, merely raised an eyebrow, so Vegeta continued. "That's my friend you have there."
"'Friend', is that the polite term?" Now it was Vegeta's turn to lift a brow in query. "when I was younger, we just called 'em like we saw 'em- whores." Bulma's face turned a livid shade of red and she squirmed in her chair, trying to get out. ::Feisty one.:: Vegeta thought ::But I can't blame her for wanting to deck him.::
"I'm afraid your wrong on that account. What she does in her spare time, I don't know, but I know that she's not serving in that capacity right now." Spartacus searched Vegeta's face. looking for evidence of a lie. Apparently satisfied that Vegeta's story was the truth, he tried a different angle.
"Not serving in that capacity, or just not getting paid for it?"
"If, by that crude remark, you mean that she and I have some sort of romantic relationship, my response is another no." Spartacus had run out of ideas and was getting frustrated.
"Well, if she's not screwing you, why's she so important?"
"We're friends."
"So?"
"Friends help each other out. Plus, she'll owe me big later." ::And I'm not lying about that, Bulma. I don't stick my neck out for just anyone. This is going to be one LARGE favor you owe me. If I can get you out, that is.::
Spartacus didn't look like he was buying it. "Is that all that's in it for you?"
"Yes. Now, will you tell your oafs to let her go?" Vegeta was beginning to feel impatient. ::I thought this would be over a lot sooner. What does he want with her anyway?::
"No." Vegeta was a bit taken aback by Spartacus's definite refusal.
"Why not? Is there any good reason for you to keep her?"
"Yeah. It'd be better if she was fucking you, but we'll take what we can get." His cryptic remark puzzled Vegeta even more. ::What do they want from her? Do they think they can get information about me by questioning her? Nicely, of course.::
"And what might that be?" Spartacus chuckled to himself and soon his henchmen joined in. The sight of five middle-aged, overweight men guffawing loudly was something Vegeta never wanted to see again in his lifetime. ::Come on, Vegeta, think! what do they want Bulma for? Beside the obvious. Do they think they can use her against me? Pah, as if I would be that weak, to allow compassion to influence my decisions. No, it must be something else.::
"Do you have any good reason for keeping her?" Spartacus nodded. "Am I going to have to guess, or will you be cooperative and tell me. Before I beat you into a pulp."
"You couldn't do that. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll tell you anyway. If we take her with us and do a little 'creative interviewing', you'll soon agree to whatever we want." It was Spartacus's turn to smirk now.
"Really, is that so? I'll just break down like a little baby, is that what you think? You're wrong. I don't know what you want from me, but you'll never get it.""
"Yes we will. We know just how to play you, pretty boy. So start listening, unless you want your 'friend' here to start hurting." ::So I was right. By hurting the woman, they think they can get to me. Now, if that was true. which it isn't, I'd probably beat them right here. What would they do if it wasn't true? ::
"What happens if I say I couldn't give a shit what you do to her?" Vegeta thought that if he acted uninterested they might lose interest in her and just let her go- a reverse psychology type thing. At least that's what he hoped.
"I think you do care. But if what you say is true, we'd have some fun with her and toss what's left into the trash. That's where whores like her belong." ::Damn:: Vegeta thought. ::That back fired royally. What do I do now?::
"So, what's it gonna be, wuss? Do what we want, or the bitch here gets it." Vegeta considered the situation for a minute. ::Well, I don't particularly want to fight, so I'll just play along and see what they want.:: He let his posture sag a little, like he was admitting defeat.
"What do you want?" he asked in a monotone. Spartacus's smirk grew and his thugs gave each other high-fives. ::What a lame bunch.::
"I'm glad you decided to see our reasoning. The item we desire is very rare, nearly impossible to find. Nevertheless, you need to deliver it to the back of the bar by midnight tomorrow."
"Yeah, fine, it'll be here. Now, what is it?"
"A shrubbery." (AN: *evil obsessive laughter can be heard in the background * No, I don't own Monty Python and the Holy Grail either, but this hit me in the middle of the night and I had to use it. A little bit of humor in a semi-serious part. If you haven't seen this movie, I highly recommend it. British humor is something else!)
"A...shrubbery. Like a bush?" Vegeta was stunned. ::What the hell do they want a shrubbery for? Is this some kind of joke?::
"Yes. Not just any shrubbery, though, it must be...rabbit shaped."
"You want a bush shaped like a bunny in exchange for this woman? Alright, where's the catch?" It was Spartacus's turn to look confused now.
"Catch? There is no catch. It's the only one missing from my collection."
"You collect bushes?" (AN: Get your mind out of the gutter!!)
"Not 'bushes'. Shrubberies. Your time's running out, I suggest you get a move on." Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing. ::They want me to go find them a bunny bush? This is insane! What kinda shit are they on? I don't have time for this.::
"You know what? I really don't care how much time I have left. I'm not finding you a bush; the deal's off. Now, let her go and get out of my way."
"No. I don't believe that you could hurt even Caesar over there, and he's the weakest of us here."
"You're stupider than I gave you credit for. Don't you remember how I knocked you cold without thinking? Obviously not, so I think you need a refresher." Vegeta taunted as he moved slowly into a fighting stance. Spartacus wasn't taking him seriously, tossing his head back and laughing uproariously. So he was understandably startled when Vegeta's fist hit him square in the gut. He'd barely recovered when Vegeta punched him in the stomach, head and kicked his legs out from under him in rapid succession. Caesar and his pals holding Bulma were so stunned they loosened their hold on her. She took the opportunity to leap out of the chair, grab hold of the back and send it flying toward the nearest head.
Spartacus was lying prone on the floor, struggling to get up. Vegeta delivered a quick kick to the side of his head, rendering him unconscious. The brute Bulma had taken out with the chair was also knocked out. She was now grappling with Caesar. Vegeta thought she looked like she was holding her own, but the last oaf was coming up behind her. ::Can't have him ruining all her fun. I'll go take care of him.:: The man jumped when Vegeta came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around , startled, and connected solidly with Vegeta's fist. Instantly he dropped to the floor, clocking his head on the table on his way down. ::That was too easy.:: thought Vegeta as he sat down in a chair. ::I hope that woman hurries up, someone's most likely called the cops and I want to get the hell out of here before they arrive.::
While Vegeta had been cleaning up, Bulma was having fun tormenting Caesar. She was no match for him in strength, but he was big and slow where she was small and quick. She used this to her advantage, running circles around him, dashing in and kicking him in the groin and then getting out of the way. It wasn't long before he was exhausted. ::Aw, he's getting too slow, it's no fun anymore. I suppose I'll put him out of his misery now. We should probably clear out, too. Don't want to stick around and get pinned with the damages.:: Bulma grabbed an empty bottle from a nearby table and broke it hard over Caesar's head. He fell like a stone and she wiped her hands clean.
"Are you finished now, woman? You've taken forever."
"Yes, I'm done. We'd better get going before the cops show up or someone sticks us with the bill to fix all this."
"Exactly." Vegeta agreed as he got up and headed for the door. They'd both forgotten that there had been FIVE brutes to start out with. The last one jumped out of the shadows as Vegeta crossed the threshold. Vegeta just sighed and rolled his eyes as he tossed the man into a wall.
"You think he'd have learned."
"Well, they weren't exactly the brightest bunch." Bulma replied. "You still up to hitting the town? I wouldn't want to wear you out after you exerted yourself saving little ol' me." Vegeta gave a derisive snort.
"That barely qualifies as a warm up. Are you sure it's not you who's worn out?"
"Well, normally I'd lie and say I'm fine, but I don't really feel like partying after this."
"Good. If you had, I would have been forced to tag along."
"Are you just going to go home then?" For some reason she couldn't identify, Bulma didn't want him to leave just yet.
"No." Was it just her imagination, or did he sound angry at the mention of home? "I might go to a friend's, or the movies."
"Oh. Well, I'm just going to sneak back home and watch something there. You could come along." Vegeta looked as if he were about to refuse. "You could get something to eat, kind of a 'thank you' for helping me out." Vegeta sighed heavily, but Bulma could tell he'd perked up at the opportunity for a meal.
"Fine, woman. Since you obviously can't take a hint and will just keep bugging me, I'll come with you. I did more than help you out, though. You'd probably their little plaything right now if it weren't for me." Vegeta hid a smirk as Bulma responded exactly the way he'd predicted: her face turned red with anger, her eyes sparked and her hands clenched into fists.
"You- you-"
"You're just too easy, woman. It's no fun if you take everything so seriously. Lighten up a little." Bulma sighed exasperatedly and opened the driver's door to get in her car.
"Get in and shut up. Don't mess with the radio either."
The ride to Bulma's house was spent in silence. She stopped briefly outside the gates to enter her code so the alarm wouldn't sound. Vegeta looked puzzled when the gates opened and she slowly pulled up the driveway.
"What are you doing, woman?"
"Pulling in my driveway, what does it look like?"
"You're messing with me now."
"What do you mean, Vegeta?"
"This isn't your house."
"Yes, it is. Stop being such a joker, you're scaring me."
"No, you stop. Turn around and get out of here before the guards come."
"Vegeta!!" Bulma snapped. "This is my house. I've lived here nearly all my life, you think I wouldn't know it?"
"But this is Capsule Corp., home to the richest family in probably the whole country!"
"Yep, that's us."
"You?"
"Yeah, me, Bulma Briefs."
"You mean the Dr.Briefs- "
"My one and only father. What's the matter, Veg-head?"
"I can't believe that a dork like you is the heir to Capsule" Vegeta lied. ::She's Dr. Briefs's daughter? So that's where she got all her smarts. It's funny, but I imagined the 'Daughter of Capsule' to be some kind of rich, airhead bimbo. She couldn't be farther from that- and that's a good thing.::
Bulma had parked in the garage, turned the car off and was waiting for Vegeta to open his door. "Shut it quietly, but make sure it catches. we don't have to go through the main house, I've got my own wing."
"Oh." was all Vegeta could say. ::Her own wing. And she says it like anyone else would say their own room.::
"Yeah. Mom should be fast asleep by now, but we can't be too noisy because the guards know I'm supposed to be gone." They headed up the stairs in the dark. Bulma entered another code into a keypad at the top to open a door in front of them. Down another hallway, around a corner and they stopped in front of a nondescript door. This time Bulma had to submit to a retina scan and have her thumbprint matched before the door would let them through. It slid into the wall with a "whoosh" and they stepped through.
"Welcome to my humble abode."
And so ends another chapter. Hope you all liked it, look for a peek into Vegeta's past in the next one!! Now go ahead and review, it just makes my day!! ^-^