Chapter 1 (That's not the prologue)
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AUTHOR'S NOTE-Sorry about the shortness of the last chapter. This one will be longer, I promise! If you're reviewing anonymous, remember to leave your email address so I can email you back. I like to email back my reviewers.
Bulma was out in the garage, working on the GR. It had been 2 weeks since she had began production on it and Vegeta had killed her precious Rover. Talk between them had been scarce, but that was the way Bulma liked it. However, to punish Vegeta for the death of Rover, when he was trying to sleep or do push-ups in his room, she gave him hell. Yelling and screaming and sometimes kicking his door in, then running down the hall. Teasing Vegeta was very fun-he had a short temper, and everything bothered him. One time, Bulma had put a tack in his bed. When Vegeta lay on it and it jabbed him painfully, he had howled and thrown it against the wall. She would make him pay for the death of her beloved. She would make him pay dearly.
The phone rang with it's distinctive cell-phone song.
Bulma snatched it up, and put her wrench down. She wiped her greasy hands on her pants. "Hello? It's Bulma." She said into the phone, happy for a distraction from building Vegeta's GR, which wasn't anywhere near done. "*Hello? It's Yamcha.*" Said the voice on the phone. (I'm putting the person on the other end of the line in little * marks because it's easier to tell that way) "Oh, hello!" Bulma gushed. She had totally forgiven him for running Rover over, because now she had to worry about who KILLED him. And of course Yamcha hadn't wanted to deal with the bloody mess.
"Woman!" Came a bark from behind her. Bulma dropped the phone. She glared at the person who had come into the lab.
"Get out of here, Vegeta!" Bulma said. "This is my lab, and I'm talking on the phone!" Then she said quietly to Yamcha, "Excuse me for a moment." She looked at Vegeta again with the evil eye. "Why are you here, Vegeta?" He pointed at the cell phone. "That right there is going to be a problem." He growled, stepping closer. "What?" Bulma asked, looking at the phone. "My phone? And why is that?" Vegeta was still coming closer, trying to hold in his anger that was there for no obvious reason.
"Because. You are supposed to be working on my GR." He was speaking through gritted teeth, now. Bulma scoffed. "I'm doing this out of the kindness of my own heart!" She said. "I don't HAVE to do this!" Vegeta grabbed her phone. "If you want to live, you do." Bulma stared at him. She was a little afraid, but she looked strongly into his eyes to keep him from knowing it. Vegeta wanted to slap her. She was looking at him straight in the eyes, and to Saiyan's, it was like a challenge (Kind of like dogs, huh?).
Vegeta squeezed Bulma's pink, colorful phone. "Hey, what are you doing?" Bulma squeaked. She couldn't help her voice coming out a little scared. Vegeta continued squeezing the phone, and before Bulma could stop him, the phone was smashed into a thousand pieces. "My phone!" Bulma said. "You crushed my phone!" She looked at the pieces, then at the defiant smirk on Vegeta's face. She guessed now wasn't the time to decide that his smirk was a little sexy.
"Now you won't be distracted by the loser." Vegeta said. Bulma cocked an eyebrow. She didn't like talking to Vegeta, but she was curious to know why he thought Yamcha was a loser. Other people had told her that, too. "Why do you think he's a loser?" Bulma asked. This was the first time she had ever spoke to Vegeta in a somewhat civil tone. His reply, however, sounded mean and pig-headed.
"Humph." He said. "He's obviously a loser. For one thing, the way he looks. Like he's been run over by a truck. And if you ask me, woman, his butt sticks out like one of you human women." Bulma was stunned. Why would a Saiyan notice that most women's butts stuck out? And why would he relate that to the problem Yamcha had?
"And another thing." Vegeta said. He was on a roll, now. "You can tell he cheats on you, because he never looks at your face when he talks. And when he ran over Rover-that was 3:00 AM in the morning. He has no job, I found out by eavesdropping." Bulma's jaw dropped. "You.?" She said. Vegeta held out his hand to silence her. "So, where do you think he was that morning? Screwing around with some Geisha." Bulma snorted. "You don't call them Geisha's anymore. You call them Whores." She said. The people on planet Vegeta obviously still called them Geishas, because Vegeta blushed.
"And ALSO." Vegeta said, "He's a weakling. You could do much better." Bulma's eyes widened. "Are you complimenting me?" She asked. Vegeta looked startled. "Hell, no!" He said. "I'm saying that any woman could do better than him, even ugly women like yourself."
Bulma shrugged. "Sticks and stones, Vegeta." She said. Vegeta didn't understand, but he walked out. She was too confusing.
Vegeta lay on the couch, watching TV. He had been training earlier, and now he was taking one of his 15-minute breaks. He hated taking breaks, but if he didn't, the next day he was so sore he couldn't train at all. And he REALLY hated that. He was watching a show that was on. 2 people-a male and female, it looked like, were standing next to each other. Vegeta didn't understand this because the man was stroking the female's cheek like she was a dog or something. "Why is he doing that?" Vegeta wondered. "Is it some kind of earthling insult?"
He noticed the female shied away from the male. "I think it is." Vegeta said. "Or she wouldn't be shying away." But the signals the women on the TV were giving were very mixed. So he just continued to watch. The man was now wrapping his arms around the woman. "This must be an insult or something, too." Vegeta said to himself. But the next thing he knew, the man was putting his lips on the woman on TV's. Vegeta had seen this before. The woman and the Loser did it all the time, but sometimes the vibes he got from them were weird. Sometimes the Woman was irritated with Yamcha when she did it. Sometimes they were happy at each other, and sometimes Vegeta couldn't understand. But that wasn't the point. The point was that, right now, he wanted to know what was going on on the TV.
Bulma and Yamcha were in the lab, making out. He had sprung a surprise visit on Bulma after she had gotten her phone crushed. And now they lay, doing this. "I wonder what Vegeta will do if he sees me doing THIS instead of working on his GR?" Bulma asked Yamcha quietly while he kissed her neck. Yamcha shrugged. "I don't know." He said into her neck. "But who cares?" She kissed Yamcha back on the face, right underneath his eye. He grinned, and Bulma thought he had a very sexy grin. Then she found herself thinking of the future.
Bulma supposed she and Yamcha would get married. She didn't know when, but she knew that she loved Yamcha and he loved her. He was probably saving up some money for a house and a ring before he asked her, because Yamcha was very poor, being a baseball player. He was very good at it, and he got to wear tight pants that Bulma loved. Bulma had her mother's wedding dress, and she figured that she would wear it to the wedding. She was thinking about this in pure bliss, while Yamcha's kisses trailed down to her stomach, when another thought struck her.
What about the bit Vegeta said about him being able to tell Yamcha cheated?
Bulma suddenly stopped kissing Yamcha back. "What's the matter?" He mumbled into her stomach. Bulma didn't know what to say. That VEGETA told her Yamcha was cheating on her? "Nothing." Bulma said. Then, she realized Yamcha was trying to remove her lab pants. "No, not here." Bulma said to him. He looked up at her face. "Why not here?" He asked. "Nobody ever comes in here." Bulma noticed that Vegeta was right. He hardly ever did look into her face when he spoke to her. He was looking everywhere but at her.
"Yes." Bulma said. She was unable to keep the anger out of her voice. "Someone does occasionally come in here. Vegeta does." Yamcha snorted. It was an ugly, terrible sound. "So what?" Yamcha said. "He wouldn't know what we were doing."
Bulma laughed. "Oh yes he would. I'll bet you anything Saiyans mate the same way people do. I've seen their anatomy in research. They have the same anatomy as humans except their tails. They might not hug and kiss like we do, but I know they have sex." Yamcha nodded. "Why have you been researching Saiyans?" He asked, with suspicion. "Just because I want to." Bulma said. "I have permission to research what I want, don't I?" Yamcha nodded. "Why are you P*ssy all the sudden? Pardon my French."
He backed himself off Bulma's body. "Because." Bulma said. She tried to look into his black eyes, but he averted his pupils. "You never look at me when I'm talking to you. That makes me suspicious."
Yamcha forced out a nervous laugh. "Oh, is that it?" He was still looking away. "That's nothing." He said. "Just the way I am." There was a long pause.
"I have to go buy some milk." He said. "I love you. See you later." He walked away. Bulma went to ask Vegeta more questions.
Vegeta was walking through the kitchen to get to the lab and ask Bulma what in the world that show had been about, when he almost ran into her rocketing across the kitchen. "Watch where your going, woman!" he barked. She toppled her balance a little before standing. "Vegeta." She said. She sounded out of breath, like she had been running.
"I have a question!" They both said at the same time. Bulma raised and eyebrow, and Vegeta crossed his arm. "Why would I answer a question of yours, woman?" Vegeta asked. Bulma thought. "Umm.maybe because if you answer mine, I'll answer yours."
Vegeta stared at Bulma right in the eyes, a trait Yamcha didn't posses. His eyes were black. He noticed the sparkling blue color of Bulma's. She was the only woman he'd ever met with eyes that color. All female Saiyans had black eyes.
"I have something to ask about Yamcha." Bulma said. "You know how the other day you said you thought he was cheating on me?" Vegeta nodded. "I didn't I say I thought it. I KNOW it." Bulma nodded. "Uh huh." She said. "And why do you think you know? How do I know your not lying?"
"I said you could ask me one question, woman!" Vegeta snapped. "I know, I know. But I'll bet you your 'question' involves more than 1, too." Vegeta was silent because he knew it was true. "I know because he's a filthy sleezebag, he never looks at your face, and he's always wearing the same clothes as the day before." Bulma was satisfied. Those weren't solid proof, but they were okay. As for wearing the same clothes every day-after being laid, you don't exactly dig through your closet or dresser for a new outfit-If your even in your house, that is. So she figured she would ask him about it.
"As for your question, Vegeta." Bulma said. Vegeta didn't know if he should be embarrassed or not. "Um, I saw something on the TV." Vegeta said. "And I don't know what it was. I was hoping you could tell me."
Bulma nodded. "I'll bet I could. Show me what they did." Bulma thought maybe he was talking about washing dishes, or saying the pledge of allegiance, or even writing in school, and she had no expectance whatsoever for what Vegeta did next. He reached out and grabbed her boob.
"AH!" Bulma said. "What did you do that for, you pervert?" Vegeta was shocked. "That's what they did on the TV!" He just realized what it meant. "EW! I didn't mean to-I mean, I'm not interested in-I didn't mean to.Court you in any way!" He was wiping his hand on his bare chest. Bulma was laughing. "I know." She said. "You didn't know what it meant. It means you want to have sex with someone."
Vegeta cocked his head in the puppy gesture again. "Like mate, you mean?" Bulma nodded. "Yes." Vegeta was very confused. "What do those.. Appendages.. Have to do with mating?" Bulma thought for a moment, but then realized she didn't know, either. "Men are just attracted to them." She said. "Human men. I don't know why." Vegeta nodded. "They also did other things. But I think I know now, what was happening." Then he walked out of the kitchen. "Hey! Aren't you going to say thanks?" Bulma called. Vegeta didn't even turn around.
"BAYAYAHHH!" Vegeta heard from outside his room. "Oh, shit!" Vegeta said. "Will she ever forget?" Vegeta was about to get up from his sit-ups and ask Bulma why she was wailing and bothering him instead of working on his GR, but then he thought otherwise. "If I go out there, it will only give her the satisfaction." He said, and got back down on the ground to do push-ups.
But Bulma's wailing and cries that he killed her Rover were irritating Vegeta so much, that he had to do something about it. "How can I get her to shut up?" He thought. "Even if it's just for a moment, or maybe even a second-how can I make her shut up?" The thought *Kill her* rang in his head, but that was simply not an option. If he killed her, she wouldn't cook for him, or even build his GR. "Oh, I know!" He said, as a thought came. It was brilliant. He looked at the phone in his room, and tried to remember how he saw Bulma use it.
He picked up the receiver and looked at the little numbers. He had learned human numbers 1-10 before coming so he would know the currency and everything else. "Um." He said. What was Yamcha's phone number? He was searching in his head, even though he had no idea, when he saw it. Scrawled on the phone's caller ID thingy, was Yamcha's name. There was a series of numbers on it.
Vegeta smirked to himself and began dialing the numbers.
"*Hello? *" Yamcha asked on the other end of the phone. He sounded tired. "Hello." Vegeta rasped. He heard Yamcha's breath quicken. "What do YOU want?" He asked, sort of rudely. "Invade my girlfriend's house and then call me?" Vegeta plugged the ear the phone wasn't on because of Bulma's screams. "Yes." Vegeta said. "It involves your.mate." He said. Yamcha suddenly sounded interested and eager to listen. "What about her?" Yamcha asked. "What did you do to her?"
Vegeta smirked at Yamcha's sudden terror. "Nothing, loser human." He said. "Your mate simply asked me to call you and ask to come over and I followed suite." Yamcha was silent for a while. "Why did you do what she asked you?" He asked. Vegeta laughed. "Because she's bothering me. I figured that if you came over, she would stop being so loud and obnoxious." Yamcha was silent again. "I'll be right there." He said, then he slammed down the phone.
"Your loser is on the way!" He called into the hall. There was an abrupt stop to all of Bulma's cries and wails. "What did you say?" She asked. "I said that your mate is on the way." Bulma suddenly opened the door. "He is? And he's not my mate. A lay, maybe, or maybe a boyfriend, but not a mate. We're not doves." She then slammed the door and went up to her room. *"To get dressed for his arrival."* Vegeta said. "Hopefully it's not one of her teeny tiny shirts where her boobs are hanging halfway out." Vegeta said. Then he began to do more push-ups.
"Yeah." Bulma said. "And he killed Rover. Rover rolled across the ground, dead." Vegeta was hearing this as he walked down the stairs. It outraged him. How many people was she going to tell about the stupid dog? How could a human feel so strongly for an animal? "Oh, shut up, you Banshee!" Vegeta barked. Bulma and Yamcha turned around. Yamcha looked mad; on his face was an expression like there was soured milk under his nose. "Let's go to my house, babe." He said. Bulma shook her head. "I won't allow Vegeta to run me out of my own living room." Vegeta turned a nasty look at Bulma.
"I want some food, woman." He said. Bulma shooed him off with a hand. "Go program a bot to do it. I'm busy." Then she remembered something. "Oh, sorry. You can't. All the bots are working on your GR right now." Vegeta growled. "Then you get up! I can't cook by myself!" Bulma waved him off again. "Go find my mother." Bulma said.
"I can't." Vegeta said. "Your mother is out." He pointed at the key rack, which was empty. "Well then your just going to have to wait for a while." Vegeta suddenly exploded in a burst of temperament. "NO!" He barked. "YOU'RE GOING TO GET UP AND DO IT, RIGHT NOW!" Bulma was gaping at Vegeta. But Yamcha hopped up from his spot on the couch. "Hey, man!" He said. "You don't talk to Bulma that way!" He looked like he was going to deck Vegeta across the face, and he would probably die if he did. Vegeta stepped up closer. "You don't tell the Prince of all Saiyans what to do!" He said. "I'll scalp you!" He clenched a fist. "I have a right to defend my girl!" Yamcha said. "What we were discussing was between me and the woman!" Vegeta said. "Now step aside and let me speak before I punch you!" Yamcha didn't step aside, and Vegeta was a man of his word. He decked Yamcha in his right cheek.
"Bastard!" Bulma yelled, then she bent by Yamcha. His cheek was already growing purple. "You need a steak to put on it." Bulma said in a gentle voice. As she was bending over, Vegeta could see down her shirt. But this time, it wasn't embarrassing. Vegeta found it attractive. He liked it. But Bulma happened to look up while he was looking down her shirt. "You pervert!" Bulma said, then she helped Yamcha stand. "What happened?" Yamcha asked. "Nothing." Bulma said. "This pervert was looking down my shirt."
"It's not my fault!" Vegeta snapped. "I'm a male, you know! And if I had remembered your whininess, ugliness, and stupidity, I wouldn't have!" Yamcha wanted to punch Vegeta again. "Nobody gets to look down that shirt but me!" He said. But Bulma grabbed his fist. "Yamcha, I think you should go. We wouldn't want you to get punched again." She batted her eyelashes. Yamcha shook his head vigorously. "I'm not leaving you here with this.Monkey!" He looked at Vegeta with a look of utmost hate. "I take pride in my race." Vegeta said. "And your lucky your woman is smarter than I thought. She is right. You should leave before your blood is on the wall."
Yamcha flipped Vegeta off and mouthed 'f*ck you'. Bulma led him out the door, and as soon as he was gone, Vegeta started in on her.
"Woman, what did you mean by 'bots' are working on my GR?" Bulma looked at Vegeta with more hate than Yamcha had shown. "Robots. Capsule Corp ones. They are working on your GR right now." Vegeta looked through the see-through window to the lab. 5 robots worked hard to put the GR together piece by piece. "Can't you make them go faster?" He asked. Bulma nodded. "Yes, but it would burn up their wires, and then you wouldn't have a GR at all." Vegeta nodded. "Now make me a BLT, woman." He said, and walked up to his room.
Bulma opened the door to the lab and walked in. She began programming the robots to work faster, so that Vegeta would have something to do quicker.
Vegeta lay on the floor, huffing breath. "Being mean doesn't work!" He said. He listened to Bulma wail. "Death threats." He said. "Nothing works. NOTHING! I will never, ever get rid of her wailing! And it's not like I can wish the dog back with the Dragonballs!" Vegeta thought about blowing up himself to end it, but that wouldn't work. But that wouldn't change the fact that SOMETHING had to be done about this.
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Bulma was out in the garage, working on the GR. It had been 2 weeks since she had began production on it and Vegeta had killed her precious Rover. Talk between them had been scarce, but that was the way Bulma liked it. However, to punish Vegeta for the death of Rover, when he was trying to sleep or do push-ups in his room, she gave him hell. Yelling and screaming and sometimes kicking his door in, then running down the hall. Teasing Vegeta was very fun-he had a short temper, and everything bothered him. One time, Bulma had put a tack in his bed. When Vegeta lay on it and it jabbed him painfully, he had howled and thrown it against the wall. She would make him pay for the death of her beloved. She would make him pay dearly.
The phone rang with it's distinctive cell-phone song.
Bulma snatched it up, and put her wrench down. She wiped her greasy hands on her pants. "Hello? It's Bulma." She said into the phone, happy for a distraction from building Vegeta's GR, which wasn't anywhere near done. "*Hello? It's Yamcha.*" Said the voice on the phone. (I'm putting the person on the other end of the line in little * marks because it's easier to tell that way) "Oh, hello!" Bulma gushed. She had totally forgiven him for running Rover over, because now she had to worry about who KILLED him. And of course Yamcha hadn't wanted to deal with the bloody mess.
"Woman!" Came a bark from behind her. Bulma dropped the phone. She glared at the person who had come into the lab.
"Get out of here, Vegeta!" Bulma said. "This is my lab, and I'm talking on the phone!" Then she said quietly to Yamcha, "Excuse me for a moment." She looked at Vegeta again with the evil eye. "Why are you here, Vegeta?" He pointed at the cell phone. "That right there is going to be a problem." He growled, stepping closer. "What?" Bulma asked, looking at the phone. "My phone? And why is that?" Vegeta was still coming closer, trying to hold in his anger that was there for no obvious reason.
"Because. You are supposed to be working on my GR." He was speaking through gritted teeth, now. Bulma scoffed. "I'm doing this out of the kindness of my own heart!" She said. "I don't HAVE to do this!" Vegeta grabbed her phone. "If you want to live, you do." Bulma stared at him. She was a little afraid, but she looked strongly into his eyes to keep him from knowing it. Vegeta wanted to slap her. She was looking at him straight in the eyes, and to Saiyan's, it was like a challenge (Kind of like dogs, huh?).
Vegeta squeezed Bulma's pink, colorful phone. "Hey, what are you doing?" Bulma squeaked. She couldn't help her voice coming out a little scared. Vegeta continued squeezing the phone, and before Bulma could stop him, the phone was smashed into a thousand pieces. "My phone!" Bulma said. "You crushed my phone!" She looked at the pieces, then at the defiant smirk on Vegeta's face. She guessed now wasn't the time to decide that his smirk was a little sexy.
"Now you won't be distracted by the loser." Vegeta said. Bulma cocked an eyebrow. She didn't like talking to Vegeta, but she was curious to know why he thought Yamcha was a loser. Other people had told her that, too. "Why do you think he's a loser?" Bulma asked. This was the first time she had ever spoke to Vegeta in a somewhat civil tone. His reply, however, sounded mean and pig-headed.
"Humph." He said. "He's obviously a loser. For one thing, the way he looks. Like he's been run over by a truck. And if you ask me, woman, his butt sticks out like one of you human women." Bulma was stunned. Why would a Saiyan notice that most women's butts stuck out? And why would he relate that to the problem Yamcha had?
"And another thing." Vegeta said. He was on a roll, now. "You can tell he cheats on you, because he never looks at your face when he talks. And when he ran over Rover-that was 3:00 AM in the morning. He has no job, I found out by eavesdropping." Bulma's jaw dropped. "You.?" She said. Vegeta held out his hand to silence her. "So, where do you think he was that morning? Screwing around with some Geisha." Bulma snorted. "You don't call them Geisha's anymore. You call them Whores." She said. The people on planet Vegeta obviously still called them Geishas, because Vegeta blushed.
"And ALSO." Vegeta said, "He's a weakling. You could do much better." Bulma's eyes widened. "Are you complimenting me?" She asked. Vegeta looked startled. "Hell, no!" He said. "I'm saying that any woman could do better than him, even ugly women like yourself."
Bulma shrugged. "Sticks and stones, Vegeta." She said. Vegeta didn't understand, but he walked out. She was too confusing.
Vegeta lay on the couch, watching TV. He had been training earlier, and now he was taking one of his 15-minute breaks. He hated taking breaks, but if he didn't, the next day he was so sore he couldn't train at all. And he REALLY hated that. He was watching a show that was on. 2 people-a male and female, it looked like, were standing next to each other. Vegeta didn't understand this because the man was stroking the female's cheek like she was a dog or something. "Why is he doing that?" Vegeta wondered. "Is it some kind of earthling insult?"
He noticed the female shied away from the male. "I think it is." Vegeta said. "Or she wouldn't be shying away." But the signals the women on the TV were giving were very mixed. So he just continued to watch. The man was now wrapping his arms around the woman. "This must be an insult or something, too." Vegeta said to himself. But the next thing he knew, the man was putting his lips on the woman on TV's. Vegeta had seen this before. The woman and the Loser did it all the time, but sometimes the vibes he got from them were weird. Sometimes the Woman was irritated with Yamcha when she did it. Sometimes they were happy at each other, and sometimes Vegeta couldn't understand. But that wasn't the point. The point was that, right now, he wanted to know what was going on on the TV.
Bulma and Yamcha were in the lab, making out. He had sprung a surprise visit on Bulma after she had gotten her phone crushed. And now they lay, doing this. "I wonder what Vegeta will do if he sees me doing THIS instead of working on his GR?" Bulma asked Yamcha quietly while he kissed her neck. Yamcha shrugged. "I don't know." He said into her neck. "But who cares?" She kissed Yamcha back on the face, right underneath his eye. He grinned, and Bulma thought he had a very sexy grin. Then she found herself thinking of the future.
Bulma supposed she and Yamcha would get married. She didn't know when, but she knew that she loved Yamcha and he loved her. He was probably saving up some money for a house and a ring before he asked her, because Yamcha was very poor, being a baseball player. He was very good at it, and he got to wear tight pants that Bulma loved. Bulma had her mother's wedding dress, and she figured that she would wear it to the wedding. She was thinking about this in pure bliss, while Yamcha's kisses trailed down to her stomach, when another thought struck her.
What about the bit Vegeta said about him being able to tell Yamcha cheated?
Bulma suddenly stopped kissing Yamcha back. "What's the matter?" He mumbled into her stomach. Bulma didn't know what to say. That VEGETA told her Yamcha was cheating on her? "Nothing." Bulma said. Then, she realized Yamcha was trying to remove her lab pants. "No, not here." Bulma said to him. He looked up at her face. "Why not here?" He asked. "Nobody ever comes in here." Bulma noticed that Vegeta was right. He hardly ever did look into her face when he spoke to her. He was looking everywhere but at her.
"Yes." Bulma said. She was unable to keep the anger out of her voice. "Someone does occasionally come in here. Vegeta does." Yamcha snorted. It was an ugly, terrible sound. "So what?" Yamcha said. "He wouldn't know what we were doing."
Bulma laughed. "Oh yes he would. I'll bet you anything Saiyans mate the same way people do. I've seen their anatomy in research. They have the same anatomy as humans except their tails. They might not hug and kiss like we do, but I know they have sex." Yamcha nodded. "Why have you been researching Saiyans?" He asked, with suspicion. "Just because I want to." Bulma said. "I have permission to research what I want, don't I?" Yamcha nodded. "Why are you P*ssy all the sudden? Pardon my French."
He backed himself off Bulma's body. "Because." Bulma said. She tried to look into his black eyes, but he averted his pupils. "You never look at me when I'm talking to you. That makes me suspicious."
Yamcha forced out a nervous laugh. "Oh, is that it?" He was still looking away. "That's nothing." He said. "Just the way I am." There was a long pause.
"I have to go buy some milk." He said. "I love you. See you later." He walked away. Bulma went to ask Vegeta more questions.
Vegeta was walking through the kitchen to get to the lab and ask Bulma what in the world that show had been about, when he almost ran into her rocketing across the kitchen. "Watch where your going, woman!" he barked. She toppled her balance a little before standing. "Vegeta." She said. She sounded out of breath, like she had been running.
"I have a question!" They both said at the same time. Bulma raised and eyebrow, and Vegeta crossed his arm. "Why would I answer a question of yours, woman?" Vegeta asked. Bulma thought. "Umm.maybe because if you answer mine, I'll answer yours."
Vegeta stared at Bulma right in the eyes, a trait Yamcha didn't posses. His eyes were black. He noticed the sparkling blue color of Bulma's. She was the only woman he'd ever met with eyes that color. All female Saiyans had black eyes.
"I have something to ask about Yamcha." Bulma said. "You know how the other day you said you thought he was cheating on me?" Vegeta nodded. "I didn't I say I thought it. I KNOW it." Bulma nodded. "Uh huh." She said. "And why do you think you know? How do I know your not lying?"
"I said you could ask me one question, woman!" Vegeta snapped. "I know, I know. But I'll bet you your 'question' involves more than 1, too." Vegeta was silent because he knew it was true. "I know because he's a filthy sleezebag, he never looks at your face, and he's always wearing the same clothes as the day before." Bulma was satisfied. Those weren't solid proof, but they were okay. As for wearing the same clothes every day-after being laid, you don't exactly dig through your closet or dresser for a new outfit-If your even in your house, that is. So she figured she would ask him about it.
"As for your question, Vegeta." Bulma said. Vegeta didn't know if he should be embarrassed or not. "Um, I saw something on the TV." Vegeta said. "And I don't know what it was. I was hoping you could tell me."
Bulma nodded. "I'll bet I could. Show me what they did." Bulma thought maybe he was talking about washing dishes, or saying the pledge of allegiance, or even writing in school, and she had no expectance whatsoever for what Vegeta did next. He reached out and grabbed her boob.
"AH!" Bulma said. "What did you do that for, you pervert?" Vegeta was shocked. "That's what they did on the TV!" He just realized what it meant. "EW! I didn't mean to-I mean, I'm not interested in-I didn't mean to.Court you in any way!" He was wiping his hand on his bare chest. Bulma was laughing. "I know." She said. "You didn't know what it meant. It means you want to have sex with someone."
Vegeta cocked his head in the puppy gesture again. "Like mate, you mean?" Bulma nodded. "Yes." Vegeta was very confused. "What do those.. Appendages.. Have to do with mating?" Bulma thought for a moment, but then realized she didn't know, either. "Men are just attracted to them." She said. "Human men. I don't know why." Vegeta nodded. "They also did other things. But I think I know now, what was happening." Then he walked out of the kitchen. "Hey! Aren't you going to say thanks?" Bulma called. Vegeta didn't even turn around.
"BAYAYAHHH!" Vegeta heard from outside his room. "Oh, shit!" Vegeta said. "Will she ever forget?" Vegeta was about to get up from his sit-ups and ask Bulma why she was wailing and bothering him instead of working on his GR, but then he thought otherwise. "If I go out there, it will only give her the satisfaction." He said, and got back down on the ground to do push-ups.
But Bulma's wailing and cries that he killed her Rover were irritating Vegeta so much, that he had to do something about it. "How can I get her to shut up?" He thought. "Even if it's just for a moment, or maybe even a second-how can I make her shut up?" The thought *Kill her* rang in his head, but that was simply not an option. If he killed her, she wouldn't cook for him, or even build his GR. "Oh, I know!" He said, as a thought came. It was brilliant. He looked at the phone in his room, and tried to remember how he saw Bulma use it.
He picked up the receiver and looked at the little numbers. He had learned human numbers 1-10 before coming so he would know the currency and everything else. "Um." He said. What was Yamcha's phone number? He was searching in his head, even though he had no idea, when he saw it. Scrawled on the phone's caller ID thingy, was Yamcha's name. There was a series of numbers on it.
Vegeta smirked to himself and began dialing the numbers.
"*Hello? *" Yamcha asked on the other end of the phone. He sounded tired. "Hello." Vegeta rasped. He heard Yamcha's breath quicken. "What do YOU want?" He asked, sort of rudely. "Invade my girlfriend's house and then call me?" Vegeta plugged the ear the phone wasn't on because of Bulma's screams. "Yes." Vegeta said. "It involves your.mate." He said. Yamcha suddenly sounded interested and eager to listen. "What about her?" Yamcha asked. "What did you do to her?"
Vegeta smirked at Yamcha's sudden terror. "Nothing, loser human." He said. "Your mate simply asked me to call you and ask to come over and I followed suite." Yamcha was silent for a while. "Why did you do what she asked you?" He asked. Vegeta laughed. "Because she's bothering me. I figured that if you came over, she would stop being so loud and obnoxious." Yamcha was silent again. "I'll be right there." He said, then he slammed down the phone.
"Your loser is on the way!" He called into the hall. There was an abrupt stop to all of Bulma's cries and wails. "What did you say?" She asked. "I said that your mate is on the way." Bulma suddenly opened the door. "He is? And he's not my mate. A lay, maybe, or maybe a boyfriend, but not a mate. We're not doves." She then slammed the door and went up to her room. *"To get dressed for his arrival."* Vegeta said. "Hopefully it's not one of her teeny tiny shirts where her boobs are hanging halfway out." Vegeta said. Then he began to do more push-ups.
"Yeah." Bulma said. "And he killed Rover. Rover rolled across the ground, dead." Vegeta was hearing this as he walked down the stairs. It outraged him. How many people was she going to tell about the stupid dog? How could a human feel so strongly for an animal? "Oh, shut up, you Banshee!" Vegeta barked. Bulma and Yamcha turned around. Yamcha looked mad; on his face was an expression like there was soured milk under his nose. "Let's go to my house, babe." He said. Bulma shook her head. "I won't allow Vegeta to run me out of my own living room." Vegeta turned a nasty look at Bulma.
"I want some food, woman." He said. Bulma shooed him off with a hand. "Go program a bot to do it. I'm busy." Then she remembered something. "Oh, sorry. You can't. All the bots are working on your GR right now." Vegeta growled. "Then you get up! I can't cook by myself!" Bulma waved him off again. "Go find my mother." Bulma said.
"I can't." Vegeta said. "Your mother is out." He pointed at the key rack, which was empty. "Well then your just going to have to wait for a while." Vegeta suddenly exploded in a burst of temperament. "NO!" He barked. "YOU'RE GOING TO GET UP AND DO IT, RIGHT NOW!" Bulma was gaping at Vegeta. But Yamcha hopped up from his spot on the couch. "Hey, man!" He said. "You don't talk to Bulma that way!" He looked like he was going to deck Vegeta across the face, and he would probably die if he did. Vegeta stepped up closer. "You don't tell the Prince of all Saiyans what to do!" He said. "I'll scalp you!" He clenched a fist. "I have a right to defend my girl!" Yamcha said. "What we were discussing was between me and the woman!" Vegeta said. "Now step aside and let me speak before I punch you!" Yamcha didn't step aside, and Vegeta was a man of his word. He decked Yamcha in his right cheek.
"Bastard!" Bulma yelled, then she bent by Yamcha. His cheek was already growing purple. "You need a steak to put on it." Bulma said in a gentle voice. As she was bending over, Vegeta could see down her shirt. But this time, it wasn't embarrassing. Vegeta found it attractive. He liked it. But Bulma happened to look up while he was looking down her shirt. "You pervert!" Bulma said, then she helped Yamcha stand. "What happened?" Yamcha asked. "Nothing." Bulma said. "This pervert was looking down my shirt."
"It's not my fault!" Vegeta snapped. "I'm a male, you know! And if I had remembered your whininess, ugliness, and stupidity, I wouldn't have!" Yamcha wanted to punch Vegeta again. "Nobody gets to look down that shirt but me!" He said. But Bulma grabbed his fist. "Yamcha, I think you should go. We wouldn't want you to get punched again." She batted her eyelashes. Yamcha shook his head vigorously. "I'm not leaving you here with this.Monkey!" He looked at Vegeta with a look of utmost hate. "I take pride in my race." Vegeta said. "And your lucky your woman is smarter than I thought. She is right. You should leave before your blood is on the wall."
Yamcha flipped Vegeta off and mouthed 'f*ck you'. Bulma led him out the door, and as soon as he was gone, Vegeta started in on her.
"Woman, what did you mean by 'bots' are working on my GR?" Bulma looked at Vegeta with more hate than Yamcha had shown. "Robots. Capsule Corp ones. They are working on your GR right now." Vegeta looked through the see-through window to the lab. 5 robots worked hard to put the GR together piece by piece. "Can't you make them go faster?" He asked. Bulma nodded. "Yes, but it would burn up their wires, and then you wouldn't have a GR at all." Vegeta nodded. "Now make me a BLT, woman." He said, and walked up to his room.
Bulma opened the door to the lab and walked in. She began programming the robots to work faster, so that Vegeta would have something to do quicker.
Vegeta lay on the floor, huffing breath. "Being mean doesn't work!" He said. He listened to Bulma wail. "Death threats." He said. "Nothing works. NOTHING! I will never, ever get rid of her wailing! And it's not like I can wish the dog back with the Dragonballs!" Vegeta thought about blowing up himself to end it, but that wouldn't work. But that wouldn't change the fact that SOMETHING had to be done about this.
End of second chapter (end of 1st chapter if you don't count the prologue). Please Review. And if your anonymous, please leave your email address. Goodbye!