0Chapter 2(3 counting the prologue)
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters
These boxes were so heavy, Bulma could barely lift them. Matter of fact, they were so heavy, Yamcha could barely lift them 5 inches! "We're going to be late." Bulma whined. "This is a very important meeting, and we're going to miss the flight!" Yamcha dropped the box he had been trying to carry with a THUMP. "I know." He said. He sounded annoyed and a bit rude. "But as I've already said, I don't want to go anyway." There was a sneer on Yamcha's face that was very rare. He was usually such a happy person. Bulma got mad at his spoken words.
"I asked you to come for me!" Bulma said. Yamcha nodded. "You knew I had plans, but you asked me anyway because you knew I'd say yes." Yamcha said. "You know you did!" Bulma was offended that he thought that way. "I just needed some company!" She said. "And what plans does a person like yourself have with no job? Huh? The whore you've been seeing? Is that your plans?"
Yamcha sputtered a little like a car radiator. "Let me ask you, how can you afford her without a job? What other girl are you borrowing money from?" Yamcha sputtered even more, but this time it was louder, and a flush had run its way onto his face. "You.You have no proof that I'm.I mean-you have no reason to believe-I mean-How could you think that?" His voice was shaky.
"I have my reasons." Bulma said. "And come on, Yamcha-you're a muscular, good-looking guy, who just HAPPENS to be going somewhere at 3:00 in the morning?" Yamcha just stood there, and the look on his face was of defeat. "I don't know why you would think such a thing." He said. "But if it's making you angry, I'll stop whining and go with you on the flight." He stepped over to Bulma and kissed her, but she recoiled. Yamcha wore a hurt expression, but walked out of the room to go get dressed for the flight.
"That's just like him." Bulma said. "Leave me here to lift these heavy boxes-I can't even lift them 2 inches!" She sighed and fell against the wall. "I don't know why I bother. And then when I get to the stupid airport, I'll have to lift them again. Then at the meeting."
The boxes were full of lab equipment she was taking to the meeting to show the committee. They were very heavy, and there were about 17 of them. Bulma felt like crying, when she heard soft footsteps coming into the room with her. She expected to see Yamcha, who with his wimpy personality, would be apologizing and saying that he loved her and couldn't wait to be her date for the meeting. But it wasn't Yamcha. It was Vegeta.
"Woman!" He barked. "Those robots you put to work on my GR have been working for 6 weeks, correct?" Bulma nodded. "Yes.What does it matter?" Vegeta went on, grumpily. "I was very pleased with their work, as my GR is nearly complete, but there seems to be a problem." Bulma cocked her head and pretended to be interested. "What problem?" She asked. Vegeta pointed towards the lab. "They have all stopped! It's like a fuse blew or something! Get out there and fix them, right now!"
Bulma scowled. "This is the way you ask for things?" Bulma asked. "After I haven't wailed at you for a full day now?" Vegeta contorted his face. "I am not asking. I am telling!" Bulma shrugged. "Well, I don't know what to tell you because I have to move these heavy boxes, then get ready for my flight. I won't be back for 3 days." Vegeta's jaw dropped. "Three days without anyone working on my GR? I have to train, woman!" He walked around in a small circle. "Say I helped you move these.Boxes that your loser won't help you with. Then would you have enough time to fix the bots before you leave?"
Bulma thought for a moment. "Yes, I would. But then I would just have to move the boxes again at the airport. So what would be in it for me?" Vegeta cocked his eyebrow and head in his cocker spaniel gesture. "I don't know where you're getting at, woman." He said. "All I know is that you'd better get those robots up and running before a certain Saiyan Prince loses his temper with you." Bulma rolled her eyes.
"If you come with me and Yamcha to the meeting and help me with all the heavy things, I'll fix the robots when I get back." Vegeta's face broke into a grin and he mocked her with derisive laughter. "If they'll get fixed when you get back anyway, why should I go with you and your loser?" It was Bulma's turn to laugh. "Because the GR is a waste of my bots. If you decide not to go with me, I might decide not to fix the bots." The Prince suddenly looked very angry.
"Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing with me, but I am not accompanying you on your trip!" Bulma kind of shook her head and shrugged, trying to act like she pitied the prince. "Well I guess you won't have a GR for a long while now, will you?"
Vegeta's ki flared up and he kicked the wall, leaving a large dent. He was severely pissed off. "I hate it when you do this to me, woman!" He rasped. "Hate it, hate it, hate it!" He kicked the wall three more times. "Please stop that." Bulma said. "I have to pay for it, you know." Vegeta, of course, didn't listen. "Damn it all." He whispered.
"Is that a yes, or a no?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta punched the wall this time, causing a shower of plaster and paint. "I'm not sure." Said Vegeta. "I'm debating on weather to kill you right now, or go with you for my GR." Bulma walked up to Vegeta. "Now, if you kill me, you won't get the GR anyway." Vegeta realized that this was true. "FINE!" He roared. "Fine, you stupid bitch! But I hope you know how much I hate you for this!" He spun around on his heels to his room.
"GET DRESSED!" Bulma called after him. "FLIGHT LEAVES IN AN HOUR! BE DOWN IN TIME TO HELP WITH THESE BOXES!" Then she went to her room to get dressed.
Bulma was in her room, starting to curl her hair, when there was a knock on the door. "Woman!" She heard from the other side, followed by the door being kicked in violently. "Hey!" Bulma said. "I could have been naked in here!" Vegeta shrugged. "I've survived it before. Am I dressed properly not to be hassled by any flight attendants?" Bulma looked at his Saiyan armor. The only thing he had done was wash his face.
"Oh, no." Bulma said. She walked over to a trunk full of things for Yamcha when he stayed the night. She pulled out a plaid button up shirt and some beige Dockers. "Here." She said. "Put these on." Then she shoved Vegeta out the door and began curling her hair again. She had a perm, but sometimes it needed tune-ups.
She was beginning to put on mascara when the door was knocked on again. "God D*mmit, Vegeta!" Bulma said. She crossed the room and opened the door. He was dressed, except the button-up shirt wasn't buttoned. "What are you doing?" Bulma asked. "Button up that shirt and go put those boxes in the Camaro!" Vegeta looked down at the shirt.
"I have no idea how these silly things work." Vegeta said, playing with one of the buttons. I've seen them before, but I've never used them." Bulma suddenly started to giggle. "That's funny!" She said. "Very funny!" She began buttoning his shirt. Vegeta smelled like cologne. "Did you put on cologne?" She asked. Vegeta nodded slowly. As Bulma buttoned him up, she looked up at his face. He looked pissed all right, and he looked sexy when he was pissed. Bulma looked into Vegeta's eyes. As she finished the last button, he jerked away from her. "There. All done." Bulma said. Vegeta snorted. "No you're not. There's still a button on my pants." Bulma gulped and looked down. Sure enough, the button on his Dockers was open. "But that's right by your dick!" Bulma said.
"My what?" Vegeta asked. Bulma giggled. "Never mind." She reached down and began buttoning the buttons around his crotch. He wasn't hard or anything, but Bulma had an urge to stick her hands in his fly and give him a hand job. She didn't know why, though. As she was zipping his pants, Yamcha walked in the room.
"Bulma!" He said, in a somewhat whiny voice. "What are you doing with him?" He raced in the room and jerked Bulma's hands away from Vegeta's manlyhood. "She was only fastening my pants!" Vegeta snarled. "What's it to you?" Yamcha laughed. "She's my girlfriend, and she doesn't fasten MY pants! Tell me, Bulma, what's going on?" Bulma was still a little mad about their little squabble earlier. "I was just helping because he didn't know how." She crossed her arms and tried not to look at Yamcha.
"Well, why is he dressed so nice-and wearing MY clothes, for that matter?"
"He's coming with us to help with those boxes, because you won't." Said Bulma. Yamcha was sputtering in his radiator way. "I will now!" He said. "I was pissed!" Bulma laughed. "You tried to help, but you could barely lift them." Then she became warmer towards Yamcha. "And yes, your still my date. I wouldn't dream of going anywhere with that nasty mean monkey as my date." Yamcha smiled. "So your not crazy." He glanced at his watch.
"Plane leaves in 40 minutes." He said. "Better get a move on, Babe." He walked out of the room. "Why are you standing here?" Bulma barked at Vegeta. "This isn't your room! Get out!" Vegeta did go out, but he swept his arm across her bedside table as he did so, knocking her vase of flowers, phone, and a picture of her and Yamcha to the floor. "Jerk." She said.
"I don't like these." Yamcha said. "I don't like them at all." They were boarding a flight to New York, where the meeting was. "Yes, I know." Bulma said. She gave Yamcha's hand a squeeze. "You do not embarrass me, woman and loser!" Vegeta spat. "We will get to New York, have the meeting, and come back! Understood? No mating or PDA, please!"
Yamcha stared at Vegeta with hatred. "You don't tell me what to do! If we want to 'mate' than we will! If we want PDA, we'll have it!" Vegeta growled like a rabid dog. "Well, than I guess you'll arrive back in West City IN PIECES!" Vegeta was forming a ki blast. "Is that a threat?" Yamcha asked, and he rolled his sleeves up. "Boys!" Bulma said. "Stop it, right now! Vegeta, no GR if you kill my boyfriend!" Vegeta crossed his arms and grunted. "Let's just get this over with." He said. They got into the plane and it took off.
They were in New York now, on a street that was very trashy and packed with people. The party was pushing through the mob and trying to get to their hotel, because the meeting was the next day. "These people are just impossible!" Bulma said. Vegeta was punching everyone in his way down. "Stop, do you want us to be arrested?" Yamcha asked him. Vegeta shrugged. "I don't care about you and the woman. I'm here for the sake of my GR, loser. And don't talk to the Prince of all Saiyans or I'll rip your lungs out." He made a slit-throat gesture.
"There it is!" Bulma said, pointing to a large, nice building. Vegeta was holding all the heavy boxes, and wasn't even grunting In their over 500 pounds in weight. People were looking at him crazily. "That's the stupidest looking building I've ever seen." Vegeta said. "I don't want to go inside there." Bulma made a girlish noise. Well, we may not get to, because I can't get past all these people!"
Vegeta made a noise like an angry teenager. "Oh please, let's just fly!" He didn't give Yamcha or Bulma any time to reply. He simply blasted off into the night air. "That's a good idea." Bulma said, watching him speed toward the hotel. He was there in less than 5 seconds. Yamcha grabbed Bulma around the waste and flew her to the hotel. Yamcha was a much slower flyer than Vegeta, and it took them 15 seconds to arrive. Vegeta was sitting on a bench with the boxes around him and a bored look on his face. "It's about time." He sneered. "I was beginning to think you were never going to get here. Now go in there and get our rooms checked. I'm taking a walk."
"Rooms?" Yamcha asked. "We're all sharing one room. Me and Bulma will take the bed, you take the couch." Vegeta was In a stunned silence. "Share room and board with.earthlings? An earthling bitch and her loser? No thank you!" Vegeta didn't take his walk. He followed Bulma in to the desk.
"We reserved a room for Breifs." Bulma said. The clerk looked in her computer. "Yes. Single bed, kitchenette." Bulma nodded. "That's the one."
"We need another room." Vegeta butted in. "Either another one, or a different room with double beds and a curtain separating the two." The clerk stared at Vegeta funny. "We have no other rooms.and you must stick with your reservation, sir." Vegeta growled and grabbed the lady by the hair.
"We want a room like the one I described or I'll blow you to pieces!" He lit up a ki blast in his hand. "A-Alright! Double bedroom! 2nd floor, 3rd door!" Vegeta released her.
"This room is acceptable." Bulma said when they stepped in. It was pretty with pinks and gold. Vegeta breezed past Yamcha and Bulma, walked to the side of the room with the 2nd bed, and drew the curtain quickly. He could hear their muffled talking as he removed his boots and clothes. This wasn't the type of privacy Vegeta had hoped for, but it would have to do. He wanted that GR done more than anything. He was starting to think maybe he would have to torture Bulma into finishing the GR, or she was going to keep using it against him.
Vegeta's stomach rumbled. He was very ravenous, but eating would have to wait. He flopped himself down on the floor and began 1-fingered push- ups. He did them long into the night, before he fell asleep in mid-pushup and thumped to the floor.
Bulma awoke early in the morning and wiped the sleep from her large blue eyes. *Did Vegeta get any sleep last night? Or did he train all night? * Bulma wondered upon waking. "If he trained all night, he'll be grumpier than usual." She said. She remembered Rover, her dog. Rover who she'd loved dearly, and she decided now was the perfect time for another hot and juicy sliver of her revenge.
Bulma started to get up, but one of Yamcha's heavy arms was around her. She didn't want to wake him, so she wriggled very weakly. The sleeping Yamcha let out a yawn and rolled over, not aware of what was about to take place.
Bulma got up, in her skimpy nightgown, still, and walked over to the curtain that separated the two beds. She stared at it. **Do I really wanna do this? ** She asked herself. She decided that any punishment Vegeta would dish out was a small price to pay for her puppy dog's life. She threw the curtain aside.
What she saw was very cute. Vegeta, lying on the ground. His legs were underneath him, his butt was slightly elevated, and one of his arms was outstretched. "Aw." Bulma whispered. "You fell asleep while you were training. Poor baby." She wanted to hug him he looked so cute, but she forced the thought from her mind. Instead, she walked over to the Saiyan, lifted her leg, and brought the heel of her foot on his sensitive fingers.
Vegeta's eyes popped open before he let out a yelp of pain and anger. "You killed Rover!" Bulma said then began her oh-so-familiar wailing. "Wo- MANN!" Vegeta yelled, and got to his feet. He powered up a flickering blue light in his palm, and before Bulma knew it, he launched it.
Bulma was surprised because he never launched them. They were usually only empty threats. But this time-She stepped out of the way from reflexes just in time. The blue ball singed her gown. "I'm going to KILL you!" Vegeta roared. "The GR be d*mned! I'll torture your dad into finishing it!" Bulma realized she was a fool for messing with Vegeta; he was really evil! "I'm sorry, Vegeta.." Bulma began, but another ki blast was powering up. Bulma squealed and dove on top of Yamcha, who blinked awake. "What's the matter, ba-AH!" He pushed her head down just in time and the power ball sailed over it into the wall with a bang.
"What are you doing, you crazy son of a b*tch?" Yamcha asked. He got in front of Bulma to shelter her. "Very well, then I'll kill you too!" Vegeta said. He began to light up a power ball. "No, Vegeta! Don't!" Bulma cried. "My dad doesn't know how to fix the bots!"
Vegeta paused. "What?" he asked, and his power ball disappeared. "He doesn't? Well, that could be a problem." Bulma and Yamcha were both trembling and panting. "Get out of here." Yamcha said to Bulma. But she stayed where she was.
"Very well, woman. I'll keep you alive long enough to fix the bots." Vegeta turned on his heels and exited the room to go and take a walk.
The meeting went very badly. The members of Capsule Corp had become aware of the Corporation losing a couple hundred dollars a week, and now they were thinking about taking their support off the Corp. If that happened, Bulma knew the Corp would be ruined. And the committee claimed Capsule Corp wasn't making its equipment and cars like it used to. Bulma knew why the Corp was losing money. It was because of her trying to make the GR for Vegeta. That was at least costing the company 2,000 dollars a week. She tried to explain to the committee that she was living with a murderer who was forcing her to make an expensive piece of machinery, but they wouldn't listen. They told her she'd better gain some of the loss back or they would withdraw their support, causing her father's company to go belly-up.
Bulma knew what she was going to do about it, though. She was going to start making the GR with metal pieces so cheap they were almost plastic. It would get the GR done, not cost HALF as much, and at least satisfy Vegeta with at the least 2 uses. That was the only thing she COULD do to keep her dad's company and not get slaughtered by Vegeta.
"Are you two guys ready to go home?" Bulma asked when she got back to the hotel room. Yamcha was sitting on the couch, slouched over and watching a movie. She could faintly see Vegeta sitting out on the penthouse balcony, across the room. Suddenly, she felt a wave of pity. Vegeta didn't feel like he belonged here, or fit in with anyone on Earth. He tried to spend his whole life in solitude, for the simple fact that he found earthlings weak.
Yamcha yawned. "I'm awful tired." He said. "I don't feel up to flying tonight. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" He asked, then jerked his thumb toward Vegeta. "Me and Vegeta got in a little fight. I almost thought he was gonna kill me." Bulma's eyes widened. "But don't worry." Yamcha continued, "He didn't want to get my guts all over his pants." Then he chuckled and watched the TV. "Sure we can wait to catch the flight home tomorrow." Bulma said. "But I don't know how you can be tired, seeming how you didn't help me move the boxes at all. Vegeta did, though." Yamcha made a noise in his throat. "It's because he wants his GR, is all." He said. "And I didn't help you move the boxes because I.I think I have a sprained ankle."
Bulma laughed. "You didn't mention anything to me about a sprained ankle when we were in the tennis court this afternoon!" Yamcha was just silent and watched the TV.
Vegeta was sitting in his seat on the plane. He was so glad that his seat wasn't next to Yamcha. Sitting by Bulma wasn't much better, but at least he didn't have to sit by a whiny loser. Bulma's perfume was giving Vegeta a monster headache. He wished he was back in his palace, wearing his cape and sitting in his throne. But, judging by the massive explosion of his planet, he figured that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
When Bulma got back to her home, Vegeta and Yamcha immediately went different directions. Vegeta went into his room to train, and Yamcha sat on the couch with a coke. Bulma went out to the lab to switch the programming of the bots so they would use the cheaper, almost plastic parts. As she was doing this, Vegeta came outside into the lab.
"What are you doing?" He asked in a voice that was almost too low to hear. "What do you mean, what am I doing?" Bulma snapped. She was annoyed that Vegeta had startled her. "Pushing all those buttons, and such." Vegeta said. "I'm a.programming the bots to work faster." Vegeta walked closer to the scene, jamming his hands in his pockets. "I thought you said they couldn't work any faster than they were."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Well they can, now! Go back to your room and train!" Vegeta did. And as soon as Bulma was finished reprogramming the bots, she stood outside of Vegeta's door and wailed.
Vegeta found it near impossible to do push-ups and sit-ups with someone wailing outside your door. He needed to do something about this, but what? He couldn't kill Bulma; then there would be no GR. He couldn't hurt her or anything for the same reason. But something had to be done. Vegeta walked to his window and pulled down the pane. A blast of cold air hit him in the face, but he blasted out anyway to go and take care of this problem.
"Is he still in there?" Bulma asked out loud. She hoped Vegeta to answer. "Well, Maybe I'll go in and see." She expected him to growl that she should go away, but didn't hear and answer, so she slung open the door. The window was open and cold air was filling the room. "Vegeta?" She meekly asked. Then she crossed the room and closed the window. When she turned around to exit, Yamcha was standing there.
"What are you doing in his room?" The room smelled like cologne and man smell, and for a moment it mesmerized Bulma. "Huh?" She asked. "What? Oh, I was in here closing Vegeta's window." She closed his door behind her. "Where is he?" Yamcha asked, taking Bulma's hand. "I dunno." Bulma said. Yamcha cleared his throat. "Um, Bulma?" He said. Bulma looked up at him. "What is it, dear?" She asked. Yamcha seemed nervous, like Bulma might disapprove of what he was about to say. "I have to go away for a week." He said. "To um.See my mother." Bulma looked at him, and sighed. "When are you leaving?" Bulma asked. "Tomorrow." Yamcha replied. "I need to go home and get ready. I'll call you, I promise. Every day that I'm gone." He kissed Bulma, sneaking in a little bit of tongue. Bulma would have liked it to go further, but she was afraid of Vegeta coming in.
"I need to get home now, to start packing." Yamcha said, after breaking away. Bulma kissed Yamcha. "I'll miss you so much." She said. Yamcha nodded. "I'll miss ya, too. Love you, Bulma."
Bulma's jaw dropped. He'd never told her that before. "I love you too." She said. Then Yamcha left. As he climbed into his rickety car, Bulma couldn't help but think that Yamcha had told her his mother was dead.
By the next morning, Vegeta still wasn't back. Bulma wasn't worried by a long shot, of course, because she knew the Prince could take care of himself. She was retrieving the mail from the box. As she walked to the door, she noticed an envelope that was hand-addressed. It was a very fancy looking envelope, with red around the edges and written in a sparkly gold gel pen. "I wonder what this is." Bulma said, and she took it in the house.
All the rest of the mail was junk, and the electric bill. She couldn't wait to open the envelope with the gold writing. When she finally got to it, what was inside was cool. It was an invitation to a banquet that Goku and Chichi were having. They were very poor, so Bulma wondered how they could afford it. They had booked it in the country club privately. "It's probley for an anniversary or something." She said. Then she remembered something. Yamcha was gone at his mother's house! She wouldn't have a date to this.. Banquet thing, and she'd never gone anywhere before without a date! "Aw well." She said. "I'll think about this dilemma as it comes up." Bulma tossed the envelope aside.
Bulma was on the phone with Yamcha when she heard the door opening. "I think Vegeta's finally coming back." She said into the phone. Yamcha didn't listen; he just kept on talking to Bulma about some new car his mother had bought him. "Hey, I thought you told me a while ago that your mother had died." "Bulma said. "You did, because you were gone at her funeral for a week!" Yamcha gulped.
"She's not dead. There must have been a misunderstanding or something, because my mom's alive." Bulma was getting suspicious. "Than how come I've never met her, and you were gone for a week last April?" Yamcha gulped again. "Last April was her.. Her.Sister's funeral." Bulma knew by Yamcha's voice that he wasn't being entirely truthful. She was about to ask him about it, when Vegeta walked in. Bulma almost dropped the phone. He was holding a puppy.
"Hey!" Bulma said. "What are you planning to do to that poor thing?" She stood up, while Yamcha stammered questions about the situation on the other line. "I'm not doing anything to it, woman." Vegeta snarled. "I brought it to you so maybe you'd stop wailing in my ears 24/7." Then, without warning, he tossed the dog across the room. Bulma caught it, an Olympic save, and scowled at Vegeta. But then she smiled. "Thanks so much for it!" She said, petting it. "I won't wail at you anymore, I promise!" Yamcha was screaming now. "What is it?" He asked her. But he wasn't getting any answers. "It's so cute!" Bulma sang. Without thinking, she put the phone in it's cradle and hung up on Yamcha.
End of this chapter! Review! Sorry I haven't updated in like a month.
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These boxes were so heavy, Bulma could barely lift them. Matter of fact, they were so heavy, Yamcha could barely lift them 5 inches! "We're going to be late." Bulma whined. "This is a very important meeting, and we're going to miss the flight!" Yamcha dropped the box he had been trying to carry with a THUMP. "I know." He said. He sounded annoyed and a bit rude. "But as I've already said, I don't want to go anyway." There was a sneer on Yamcha's face that was very rare. He was usually such a happy person. Bulma got mad at his spoken words.
"I asked you to come for me!" Bulma said. Yamcha nodded. "You knew I had plans, but you asked me anyway because you knew I'd say yes." Yamcha said. "You know you did!" Bulma was offended that he thought that way. "I just needed some company!" She said. "And what plans does a person like yourself have with no job? Huh? The whore you've been seeing? Is that your plans?"
Yamcha sputtered a little like a car radiator. "Let me ask you, how can you afford her without a job? What other girl are you borrowing money from?" Yamcha sputtered even more, but this time it was louder, and a flush had run its way onto his face. "You.You have no proof that I'm.I mean-you have no reason to believe-I mean-How could you think that?" His voice was shaky.
"I have my reasons." Bulma said. "And come on, Yamcha-you're a muscular, good-looking guy, who just HAPPENS to be going somewhere at 3:00 in the morning?" Yamcha just stood there, and the look on his face was of defeat. "I don't know why you would think such a thing." He said. "But if it's making you angry, I'll stop whining and go with you on the flight." He stepped over to Bulma and kissed her, but she recoiled. Yamcha wore a hurt expression, but walked out of the room to go get dressed for the flight.
"That's just like him." Bulma said. "Leave me here to lift these heavy boxes-I can't even lift them 2 inches!" She sighed and fell against the wall. "I don't know why I bother. And then when I get to the stupid airport, I'll have to lift them again. Then at the meeting."
The boxes were full of lab equipment she was taking to the meeting to show the committee. They were very heavy, and there were about 17 of them. Bulma felt like crying, when she heard soft footsteps coming into the room with her. She expected to see Yamcha, who with his wimpy personality, would be apologizing and saying that he loved her and couldn't wait to be her date for the meeting. But it wasn't Yamcha. It was Vegeta.
"Woman!" He barked. "Those robots you put to work on my GR have been working for 6 weeks, correct?" Bulma nodded. "Yes.What does it matter?" Vegeta went on, grumpily. "I was very pleased with their work, as my GR is nearly complete, but there seems to be a problem." Bulma cocked her head and pretended to be interested. "What problem?" She asked. Vegeta pointed towards the lab. "They have all stopped! It's like a fuse blew or something! Get out there and fix them, right now!"
Bulma scowled. "This is the way you ask for things?" Bulma asked. "After I haven't wailed at you for a full day now?" Vegeta contorted his face. "I am not asking. I am telling!" Bulma shrugged. "Well, I don't know what to tell you because I have to move these heavy boxes, then get ready for my flight. I won't be back for 3 days." Vegeta's jaw dropped. "Three days without anyone working on my GR? I have to train, woman!" He walked around in a small circle. "Say I helped you move these.Boxes that your loser won't help you with. Then would you have enough time to fix the bots before you leave?"
Bulma thought for a moment. "Yes, I would. But then I would just have to move the boxes again at the airport. So what would be in it for me?" Vegeta cocked his eyebrow and head in his cocker spaniel gesture. "I don't know where you're getting at, woman." He said. "All I know is that you'd better get those robots up and running before a certain Saiyan Prince loses his temper with you." Bulma rolled her eyes.
"If you come with me and Yamcha to the meeting and help me with all the heavy things, I'll fix the robots when I get back." Vegeta's face broke into a grin and he mocked her with derisive laughter. "If they'll get fixed when you get back anyway, why should I go with you and your loser?" It was Bulma's turn to laugh. "Because the GR is a waste of my bots. If you decide not to go with me, I might decide not to fix the bots." The Prince suddenly looked very angry.
"Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing with me, but I am not accompanying you on your trip!" Bulma kind of shook her head and shrugged, trying to act like she pitied the prince. "Well I guess you won't have a GR for a long while now, will you?"
Vegeta's ki flared up and he kicked the wall, leaving a large dent. He was severely pissed off. "I hate it when you do this to me, woman!" He rasped. "Hate it, hate it, hate it!" He kicked the wall three more times. "Please stop that." Bulma said. "I have to pay for it, you know." Vegeta, of course, didn't listen. "Damn it all." He whispered.
"Is that a yes, or a no?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta punched the wall this time, causing a shower of plaster and paint. "I'm not sure." Said Vegeta. "I'm debating on weather to kill you right now, or go with you for my GR." Bulma walked up to Vegeta. "Now, if you kill me, you won't get the GR anyway." Vegeta realized that this was true. "FINE!" He roared. "Fine, you stupid bitch! But I hope you know how much I hate you for this!" He spun around on his heels to his room.
"GET DRESSED!" Bulma called after him. "FLIGHT LEAVES IN AN HOUR! BE DOWN IN TIME TO HELP WITH THESE BOXES!" Then she went to her room to get dressed.
Bulma was in her room, starting to curl her hair, when there was a knock on the door. "Woman!" She heard from the other side, followed by the door being kicked in violently. "Hey!" Bulma said. "I could have been naked in here!" Vegeta shrugged. "I've survived it before. Am I dressed properly not to be hassled by any flight attendants?" Bulma looked at his Saiyan armor. The only thing he had done was wash his face.
"Oh, no." Bulma said. She walked over to a trunk full of things for Yamcha when he stayed the night. She pulled out a plaid button up shirt and some beige Dockers. "Here." She said. "Put these on." Then she shoved Vegeta out the door and began curling her hair again. She had a perm, but sometimes it needed tune-ups.
She was beginning to put on mascara when the door was knocked on again. "God D*mmit, Vegeta!" Bulma said. She crossed the room and opened the door. He was dressed, except the button-up shirt wasn't buttoned. "What are you doing?" Bulma asked. "Button up that shirt and go put those boxes in the Camaro!" Vegeta looked down at the shirt.
"I have no idea how these silly things work." Vegeta said, playing with one of the buttons. I've seen them before, but I've never used them." Bulma suddenly started to giggle. "That's funny!" She said. "Very funny!" She began buttoning his shirt. Vegeta smelled like cologne. "Did you put on cologne?" She asked. Vegeta nodded slowly. As Bulma buttoned him up, she looked up at his face. He looked pissed all right, and he looked sexy when he was pissed. Bulma looked into Vegeta's eyes. As she finished the last button, he jerked away from her. "There. All done." Bulma said. Vegeta snorted. "No you're not. There's still a button on my pants." Bulma gulped and looked down. Sure enough, the button on his Dockers was open. "But that's right by your dick!" Bulma said.
"My what?" Vegeta asked. Bulma giggled. "Never mind." She reached down and began buttoning the buttons around his crotch. He wasn't hard or anything, but Bulma had an urge to stick her hands in his fly and give him a hand job. She didn't know why, though. As she was zipping his pants, Yamcha walked in the room.
"Bulma!" He said, in a somewhat whiny voice. "What are you doing with him?" He raced in the room and jerked Bulma's hands away from Vegeta's manlyhood. "She was only fastening my pants!" Vegeta snarled. "What's it to you?" Yamcha laughed. "She's my girlfriend, and she doesn't fasten MY pants! Tell me, Bulma, what's going on?" Bulma was still a little mad about their little squabble earlier. "I was just helping because he didn't know how." She crossed her arms and tried not to look at Yamcha.
"Well, why is he dressed so nice-and wearing MY clothes, for that matter?"
"He's coming with us to help with those boxes, because you won't." Said Bulma. Yamcha was sputtering in his radiator way. "I will now!" He said. "I was pissed!" Bulma laughed. "You tried to help, but you could barely lift them." Then she became warmer towards Yamcha. "And yes, your still my date. I wouldn't dream of going anywhere with that nasty mean monkey as my date." Yamcha smiled. "So your not crazy." He glanced at his watch.
"Plane leaves in 40 minutes." He said. "Better get a move on, Babe." He walked out of the room. "Why are you standing here?" Bulma barked at Vegeta. "This isn't your room! Get out!" Vegeta did go out, but he swept his arm across her bedside table as he did so, knocking her vase of flowers, phone, and a picture of her and Yamcha to the floor. "Jerk." She said.
"I don't like these." Yamcha said. "I don't like them at all." They were boarding a flight to New York, where the meeting was. "Yes, I know." Bulma said. She gave Yamcha's hand a squeeze. "You do not embarrass me, woman and loser!" Vegeta spat. "We will get to New York, have the meeting, and come back! Understood? No mating or PDA, please!"
Yamcha stared at Vegeta with hatred. "You don't tell me what to do! If we want to 'mate' than we will! If we want PDA, we'll have it!" Vegeta growled like a rabid dog. "Well, than I guess you'll arrive back in West City IN PIECES!" Vegeta was forming a ki blast. "Is that a threat?" Yamcha asked, and he rolled his sleeves up. "Boys!" Bulma said. "Stop it, right now! Vegeta, no GR if you kill my boyfriend!" Vegeta crossed his arms and grunted. "Let's just get this over with." He said. They got into the plane and it took off.
They were in New York now, on a street that was very trashy and packed with people. The party was pushing through the mob and trying to get to their hotel, because the meeting was the next day. "These people are just impossible!" Bulma said. Vegeta was punching everyone in his way down. "Stop, do you want us to be arrested?" Yamcha asked him. Vegeta shrugged. "I don't care about you and the woman. I'm here for the sake of my GR, loser. And don't talk to the Prince of all Saiyans or I'll rip your lungs out." He made a slit-throat gesture.
"There it is!" Bulma said, pointing to a large, nice building. Vegeta was holding all the heavy boxes, and wasn't even grunting In their over 500 pounds in weight. People were looking at him crazily. "That's the stupidest looking building I've ever seen." Vegeta said. "I don't want to go inside there." Bulma made a girlish noise. Well, we may not get to, because I can't get past all these people!"
Vegeta made a noise like an angry teenager. "Oh please, let's just fly!" He didn't give Yamcha or Bulma any time to reply. He simply blasted off into the night air. "That's a good idea." Bulma said, watching him speed toward the hotel. He was there in less than 5 seconds. Yamcha grabbed Bulma around the waste and flew her to the hotel. Yamcha was a much slower flyer than Vegeta, and it took them 15 seconds to arrive. Vegeta was sitting on a bench with the boxes around him and a bored look on his face. "It's about time." He sneered. "I was beginning to think you were never going to get here. Now go in there and get our rooms checked. I'm taking a walk."
"Rooms?" Yamcha asked. "We're all sharing one room. Me and Bulma will take the bed, you take the couch." Vegeta was In a stunned silence. "Share room and board with.earthlings? An earthling bitch and her loser? No thank you!" Vegeta didn't take his walk. He followed Bulma in to the desk.
"We reserved a room for Breifs." Bulma said. The clerk looked in her computer. "Yes. Single bed, kitchenette." Bulma nodded. "That's the one."
"We need another room." Vegeta butted in. "Either another one, or a different room with double beds and a curtain separating the two." The clerk stared at Vegeta funny. "We have no other rooms.and you must stick with your reservation, sir." Vegeta growled and grabbed the lady by the hair.
"We want a room like the one I described or I'll blow you to pieces!" He lit up a ki blast in his hand. "A-Alright! Double bedroom! 2nd floor, 3rd door!" Vegeta released her.
"This room is acceptable." Bulma said when they stepped in. It was pretty with pinks and gold. Vegeta breezed past Yamcha and Bulma, walked to the side of the room with the 2nd bed, and drew the curtain quickly. He could hear their muffled talking as he removed his boots and clothes. This wasn't the type of privacy Vegeta had hoped for, but it would have to do. He wanted that GR done more than anything. He was starting to think maybe he would have to torture Bulma into finishing the GR, or she was going to keep using it against him.
Vegeta's stomach rumbled. He was very ravenous, but eating would have to wait. He flopped himself down on the floor and began 1-fingered push- ups. He did them long into the night, before he fell asleep in mid-pushup and thumped to the floor.
Bulma awoke early in the morning and wiped the sleep from her large blue eyes. *Did Vegeta get any sleep last night? Or did he train all night? * Bulma wondered upon waking. "If he trained all night, he'll be grumpier than usual." She said. She remembered Rover, her dog. Rover who she'd loved dearly, and she decided now was the perfect time for another hot and juicy sliver of her revenge.
Bulma started to get up, but one of Yamcha's heavy arms was around her. She didn't want to wake him, so she wriggled very weakly. The sleeping Yamcha let out a yawn and rolled over, not aware of what was about to take place.
Bulma got up, in her skimpy nightgown, still, and walked over to the curtain that separated the two beds. She stared at it. **Do I really wanna do this? ** She asked herself. She decided that any punishment Vegeta would dish out was a small price to pay for her puppy dog's life. She threw the curtain aside.
What she saw was very cute. Vegeta, lying on the ground. His legs were underneath him, his butt was slightly elevated, and one of his arms was outstretched. "Aw." Bulma whispered. "You fell asleep while you were training. Poor baby." She wanted to hug him he looked so cute, but she forced the thought from her mind. Instead, she walked over to the Saiyan, lifted her leg, and brought the heel of her foot on his sensitive fingers.
Vegeta's eyes popped open before he let out a yelp of pain and anger. "You killed Rover!" Bulma said then began her oh-so-familiar wailing. "Wo- MANN!" Vegeta yelled, and got to his feet. He powered up a flickering blue light in his palm, and before Bulma knew it, he launched it.
Bulma was surprised because he never launched them. They were usually only empty threats. But this time-She stepped out of the way from reflexes just in time. The blue ball singed her gown. "I'm going to KILL you!" Vegeta roared. "The GR be d*mned! I'll torture your dad into finishing it!" Bulma realized she was a fool for messing with Vegeta; he was really evil! "I'm sorry, Vegeta.." Bulma began, but another ki blast was powering up. Bulma squealed and dove on top of Yamcha, who blinked awake. "What's the matter, ba-AH!" He pushed her head down just in time and the power ball sailed over it into the wall with a bang.
"What are you doing, you crazy son of a b*tch?" Yamcha asked. He got in front of Bulma to shelter her. "Very well, then I'll kill you too!" Vegeta said. He began to light up a power ball. "No, Vegeta! Don't!" Bulma cried. "My dad doesn't know how to fix the bots!"
Vegeta paused. "What?" he asked, and his power ball disappeared. "He doesn't? Well, that could be a problem." Bulma and Yamcha were both trembling and panting. "Get out of here." Yamcha said to Bulma. But she stayed where she was.
"Very well, woman. I'll keep you alive long enough to fix the bots." Vegeta turned on his heels and exited the room to go and take a walk.
The meeting went very badly. The members of Capsule Corp had become aware of the Corporation losing a couple hundred dollars a week, and now they were thinking about taking their support off the Corp. If that happened, Bulma knew the Corp would be ruined. And the committee claimed Capsule Corp wasn't making its equipment and cars like it used to. Bulma knew why the Corp was losing money. It was because of her trying to make the GR for Vegeta. That was at least costing the company 2,000 dollars a week. She tried to explain to the committee that she was living with a murderer who was forcing her to make an expensive piece of machinery, but they wouldn't listen. They told her she'd better gain some of the loss back or they would withdraw their support, causing her father's company to go belly-up.
Bulma knew what she was going to do about it, though. She was going to start making the GR with metal pieces so cheap they were almost plastic. It would get the GR done, not cost HALF as much, and at least satisfy Vegeta with at the least 2 uses. That was the only thing she COULD do to keep her dad's company and not get slaughtered by Vegeta.
"Are you two guys ready to go home?" Bulma asked when she got back to the hotel room. Yamcha was sitting on the couch, slouched over and watching a movie. She could faintly see Vegeta sitting out on the penthouse balcony, across the room. Suddenly, she felt a wave of pity. Vegeta didn't feel like he belonged here, or fit in with anyone on Earth. He tried to spend his whole life in solitude, for the simple fact that he found earthlings weak.
Yamcha yawned. "I'm awful tired." He said. "I don't feel up to flying tonight. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" He asked, then jerked his thumb toward Vegeta. "Me and Vegeta got in a little fight. I almost thought he was gonna kill me." Bulma's eyes widened. "But don't worry." Yamcha continued, "He didn't want to get my guts all over his pants." Then he chuckled and watched the TV. "Sure we can wait to catch the flight home tomorrow." Bulma said. "But I don't know how you can be tired, seeming how you didn't help me move the boxes at all. Vegeta did, though." Yamcha made a noise in his throat. "It's because he wants his GR, is all." He said. "And I didn't help you move the boxes because I.I think I have a sprained ankle."
Bulma laughed. "You didn't mention anything to me about a sprained ankle when we were in the tennis court this afternoon!" Yamcha was just silent and watched the TV.
Vegeta was sitting in his seat on the plane. He was so glad that his seat wasn't next to Yamcha. Sitting by Bulma wasn't much better, but at least he didn't have to sit by a whiny loser. Bulma's perfume was giving Vegeta a monster headache. He wished he was back in his palace, wearing his cape and sitting in his throne. But, judging by the massive explosion of his planet, he figured that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
When Bulma got back to her home, Vegeta and Yamcha immediately went different directions. Vegeta went into his room to train, and Yamcha sat on the couch with a coke. Bulma went out to the lab to switch the programming of the bots so they would use the cheaper, almost plastic parts. As she was doing this, Vegeta came outside into the lab.
"What are you doing?" He asked in a voice that was almost too low to hear. "What do you mean, what am I doing?" Bulma snapped. She was annoyed that Vegeta had startled her. "Pushing all those buttons, and such." Vegeta said. "I'm a.programming the bots to work faster." Vegeta walked closer to the scene, jamming his hands in his pockets. "I thought you said they couldn't work any faster than they were."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Well they can, now! Go back to your room and train!" Vegeta did. And as soon as Bulma was finished reprogramming the bots, she stood outside of Vegeta's door and wailed.
Vegeta found it near impossible to do push-ups and sit-ups with someone wailing outside your door. He needed to do something about this, but what? He couldn't kill Bulma; then there would be no GR. He couldn't hurt her or anything for the same reason. But something had to be done. Vegeta walked to his window and pulled down the pane. A blast of cold air hit him in the face, but he blasted out anyway to go and take care of this problem.
"Is he still in there?" Bulma asked out loud. She hoped Vegeta to answer. "Well, Maybe I'll go in and see." She expected him to growl that she should go away, but didn't hear and answer, so she slung open the door. The window was open and cold air was filling the room. "Vegeta?" She meekly asked. Then she crossed the room and closed the window. When she turned around to exit, Yamcha was standing there.
"What are you doing in his room?" The room smelled like cologne and man smell, and for a moment it mesmerized Bulma. "Huh?" She asked. "What? Oh, I was in here closing Vegeta's window." She closed his door behind her. "Where is he?" Yamcha asked, taking Bulma's hand. "I dunno." Bulma said. Yamcha cleared his throat. "Um, Bulma?" He said. Bulma looked up at him. "What is it, dear?" She asked. Yamcha seemed nervous, like Bulma might disapprove of what he was about to say. "I have to go away for a week." He said. "To um.See my mother." Bulma looked at him, and sighed. "When are you leaving?" Bulma asked. "Tomorrow." Yamcha replied. "I need to go home and get ready. I'll call you, I promise. Every day that I'm gone." He kissed Bulma, sneaking in a little bit of tongue. Bulma would have liked it to go further, but she was afraid of Vegeta coming in.
"I need to get home now, to start packing." Yamcha said, after breaking away. Bulma kissed Yamcha. "I'll miss you so much." She said. Yamcha nodded. "I'll miss ya, too. Love you, Bulma."
Bulma's jaw dropped. He'd never told her that before. "I love you too." She said. Then Yamcha left. As he climbed into his rickety car, Bulma couldn't help but think that Yamcha had told her his mother was dead.
By the next morning, Vegeta still wasn't back. Bulma wasn't worried by a long shot, of course, because she knew the Prince could take care of himself. She was retrieving the mail from the box. As she walked to the door, she noticed an envelope that was hand-addressed. It was a very fancy looking envelope, with red around the edges and written in a sparkly gold gel pen. "I wonder what this is." Bulma said, and she took it in the house.
All the rest of the mail was junk, and the electric bill. She couldn't wait to open the envelope with the gold writing. When she finally got to it, what was inside was cool. It was an invitation to a banquet that Goku and Chichi were having. They were very poor, so Bulma wondered how they could afford it. They had booked it in the country club privately. "It's probley for an anniversary or something." She said. Then she remembered something. Yamcha was gone at his mother's house! She wouldn't have a date to this.. Banquet thing, and she'd never gone anywhere before without a date! "Aw well." She said. "I'll think about this dilemma as it comes up." Bulma tossed the envelope aside.
Bulma was on the phone with Yamcha when she heard the door opening. "I think Vegeta's finally coming back." She said into the phone. Yamcha didn't listen; he just kept on talking to Bulma about some new car his mother had bought him. "Hey, I thought you told me a while ago that your mother had died." "Bulma said. "You did, because you were gone at her funeral for a week!" Yamcha gulped.
"She's not dead. There must have been a misunderstanding or something, because my mom's alive." Bulma was getting suspicious. "Than how come I've never met her, and you were gone for a week last April?" Yamcha gulped again. "Last April was her.. Her.Sister's funeral." Bulma knew by Yamcha's voice that he wasn't being entirely truthful. She was about to ask him about it, when Vegeta walked in. Bulma almost dropped the phone. He was holding a puppy.
"Hey!" Bulma said. "What are you planning to do to that poor thing?" She stood up, while Yamcha stammered questions about the situation on the other line. "I'm not doing anything to it, woman." Vegeta snarled. "I brought it to you so maybe you'd stop wailing in my ears 24/7." Then, without warning, he tossed the dog across the room. Bulma caught it, an Olympic save, and scowled at Vegeta. But then she smiled. "Thanks so much for it!" She said, petting it. "I won't wail at you anymore, I promise!" Yamcha was screaming now. "What is it?" He asked her. But he wasn't getting any answers. "It's so cute!" Bulma sang. Without thinking, she put the phone in it's cradle and hung up on Yamcha.
End of this chapter! Review! Sorry I haven't updated in like a month.