Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN DBZ (Why do we hafta put these things?)
Vegeta was hiding behind the couch. The only people here so far were the butlers, and Bulma was in the kitchen, giving them directions. Vegeta wished she were out here with him, so he could at least catch a glimpse of her looks. He didn't understand why he had such an urge to see what she looked like in the dress, because he'd never had that particular feeling before.
Vegeta was about to step out from behind the red couch (Which he LOVED to sit on) when he heard the familiar chime of the doorbell again. His ears felt like they perked up, and an echo of the loud noise was left in them for a few seconds. "Oh, wait a second!" Bulma told the butlers in the kitchen. Her voice was preppy and perky. Vegeta heard her pink platforms clack as she went to the door, and he peaked out from behind the couch. He then stood up.
"Hello, Goku, Chichi, Gohan!" A look came across Vegeta's face like he'd just eaten a lemon. Bulma saw their gazes toward the back of the room and turned around. "Oh, Vegeta!" She said. Then she turned back to Goku and his family. Vegeta couldn't help but smile. Bulma looked stunning with her new haircut and make-up. Matter of fact, she was the only woman that looked good with her face painted up like a china doll. Vegeta heard her continue to talk.
"Vegeta's my 'date'." She said. "Yamcha's away, and Vegeta told me I had to be his date!" He watched Kakarott's eyes widen, causing Vegeta to smirk. "You allowed Vegeta to TELL you you're gonna be his date? I mean, why'd he even want one? He doesn't like anybody!" Vegeta scowled. "Yes, Kakarott, that is true!" He snarled. "But I hate no one as much as I hate you; so keep your mouth shut or I'll blast it off!" Chichi and Gohan withdrew from Vegeta's outburst. Vegeta wanted to just KILL Goku right here and leave his bloody mess on the floor for all to see. He wanted to bash his head in with a brick and watch his brains dribble off the table. He hated him THAT much and more.
As the night wore on, more people arrived. This included Tein, Piccolo, Krillin, Dende, and Mr. Roshi. Vegeta was withdrawn from everyone, standing away and thinking how much a joy it would be to kill every single one of them. He was holding a wineglass, careful not to squeeze it too hard and break it like his last three. The wine in it tasted vile, but he wanted to drink it.
"Vegeta's not even paying attention to me." Bulma said, halfway to herself and halfway to Gohan, who she was leading to the bathroom. Gohan looked up at her with wide eyes. "Why does it matter? He's a nasty old man, anyway." Bulma laughed at the comment. "I know he is. The nastiest. But it's just that he told me I had to be his date, and he won't even talk to me. Of course, he told me he wouldn't." Bulma glanced over at Vegeta, who stood all by himself, swishing wine around in a glass. She suddenly felt very sorry for the Prince. When she dropped off the kid at the bathroom, she decided to go over and converse with him.
"Hello, Vegeta." Bulma said. "How're things?" Vegeta grunted. "Not very good, as you can see. I'm standing here by myself." He sighed and looked out the window, trying to ignore Bulma. But he couldn't help uttering: "If I was on Planet Vegeta than people would be swarming to talk to me." Bulma felt very bad for Vegeta. He was on a whole nether planet! One that was destroyed by pollution, drugs, and wars.
"Sometimes, I wish I was on a different planet too." Bulma said. She knew her reasons were a lot different than Vegeta's, but she thought maybe that would make him feel better. Vegeta snorted. "Leave me alone." He said. Then he walked away to go and talk to himself more.
Bulma was looking around to see where Gohan was, because he was young and prone to getting in trouble, when her cell phone rang. It startled her; she almost put a run in her panty hose! The nerve of this caller! "Hello." She said grimly into her phone. She noticed many eyes were on her, because it was so rude for the hostess of a party to be yapping on the phone.
"It's me!" Yamcha said. "I've got a-" Bulma was very annoyed. "Yamcha, I don't have time to talk right now! You know I'm hosting a party; I'll call you up later!" She was gonna hang up on him, when he said "Wait, wait! There's a surprise for you outside! Open the door." Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay, even though I don't have time for this." She hung up her cell phone, but not without turning it off first.
She put her hand on the cold doorknob (Not without noticing her nails needed to be redone) and turned it. She swung open the door. Yamcha was standing there, with his arms spread wide. Bulma didn't get happy; however. "What are you doing here?" She asked. "You said you couldn't come home because your mother was sick!" Yamcha looked away from Bulma's face. "She said I could go home early. Dad.. Came home." Bulma's eyes widened. "Now, I know for a fact your dad's dead! I went to his funeral!" Everyone in the party was gathering around, except for Vegeta who had no idea what was going on and frankly he didn't care. "You got told!" Goku yelled.
"I uh.." Yamcha said. "What are you lying to me about?" Bulma asked.
"1st your mother's dead, and next she's telling you to come home!?
What is this sh*t?" Yamcha was sputtering. "W-why is it you are
getting so mad at me??" He asked. "I came here so you wouldn't have to
go to the party with Vegeta!" Bulma's eyes widened. "Ah, but that's
the reason I'm mad! I went with Vegeta, and now." Yamcha's mouth
dropped open.
"You don't WANT to have to dance with him, do you?" He asked. "NO!"
Bulma said. "But he's going to feel SO bad when he sees that you've
come! Think of how he already feels..this might make it 10 times
worse!" Yamcha's red ears made his anger known. His fists were
clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I can't believe you pulled
this stunt! You knew I was going with Vegeta! He's gonna think I told
you to come, and then get really sad!"
"I simply can't believe you care what he feels like." Yamcha said coldly. "He's a cold-blooded murderer, who killed ME before! I never thought you'd forgive him, and I was perfectly comfortable with it, and then you welcome him with open arms!" Bulma was extremely outraged at this. "You're a disgusting, nasty, wormy man! You don't care about anyone but yourself! I hope you-"
Something suddenly caught Bulma's eye. Something pink and silky sticking out of the back pocket of his khaki cargo pants. "What's this??" Bulma asked. Before Yamcha could react, Bulma reached back and grabbed the object out of his pocket. Then, with tears rushing to her blue eyes, she held them up for all to see. It was a silky, pink, woman's thong. They weren't Bulma's.
"So!" She said in a sob. "THAT'S where you've been!" She threw the thong at Yamcha, who caught it. Then, she stepped forward and put the entire previous step into a swift, hard slap across Yamcha's cheek. It was immediately purplish red. "OW." he moaned. "I have an explanation for those!" He said. "I uh." Bulma was crying, sobbing and sinking to the ground. "I can't believe you would DO such a thing!" Chichi said sharply. And then: "You're a B*stard!"
Vegeta heard the cussword from the door and racking sobs. These two noises together interested him. *Maybe there's a fight. * He thought, and decided to walk over. What he saw both amazed and angered him. Bulma's loser was standing up, sputtering and rubbing a red, hand-shaped bruise on his cheek. Bulma was sitting on the ground and sobbing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. Vegeta shoved past the crowd. He looked at the sobbing Bulma on the ground. He was disgusted.
"I warned you about this loser!" He said. "You acknowledged it, but you didn't listen to me. I told you he was a liar and a cheater, but you didn't listen. You got what you deserved." Then he crossed his arms and stared at Bulma. She didn't even listen to Vegeta. "We're through, Yamcha!" Bulma said. "We're through forever! Now you go crawling back to whatever *SOB* whore you've been screwing!" She got up-Vegeta noticed her mascara was running-and went back into the house.
"So, you guys talk about me, do ya?" Yamcha asked. "You warned her that I was a LOSER?! Well, tell Bulma that at least I can find 3 girls to screw and she can only find ONE!" He walked off, laughing. Vegeta was extremely mad. On planet Vegeta, cheating on your mate or girlfriend was a crime that could lead to capital punishment. It was worse than rape or murder-it was demeaning both you and your mate. He couldn't believe that Yamcha could do something so terribly unnerving and laugh about it. So, Vegeta walked up to the walking-away Yamcha and socked him in the jaw. His jaw came unhinged and hung suspended. It was dislocated.
"Uh-Hugh?" He said, trying to talk. Vegeta smirked. "Don't talk to me, you terrible loser!" He gave Yamchop (I used Yamchop! I did, I did!) A shot in the pills and walked away. Yamcha groped at his injured manhood and moaned. Everyone gawked at Vegeta. "Wow! Vegeta cares about someone's feelings!" Goku said. Vegeta eyed him with daggers. "I do not!" He said. "It simply makes me sick that someone would do that when on the Saiyan Planet it's one of the most terrible and disgusting things you can do!" Then he walked past Goku and all the others and into the house. Bulma lay on the ground, laughing so hard she couldn't move. It was so funny to see that jaw, which had said so many mean words to her before, unhinged and dislocated. It was also funny to see him groping his manhood. But hey, at least it was a change of pace from Yamcha constantly scratching it.
Yamcha was now trying to stand up. He had one had rigidly planted on a tree trunk, trying to use it to support himself. His other hand was still cupping his manhood in pain. His jaw was still hanging unhinged where it wasn't supposed to be. When he looked down his nose, he could see his bottom teeth it was so dislocated. His entire face felt swollen. He staggered over to his run-down car and opened the door. He then started the ignition and sped off toward the hospital. A dislocated jaw was nothing to laugh about.
Bulma was watching everybody else dancing. "I wish Yamcha'd have waited to admit to his cheating until after the dancing." She sighed. She was very depressed about him leaving and their being broken up, and she loved to dance, but now had no partner. She couldn't dance by herself; that would look retarded. So she just sighed and put her chin in her palm and watched everybody else. It brought her some pleasure to see that Tein wasn't dancing with anyone either, or Krillin, but she thought both of them were ugly and didn't want to dance with them. It was just satisfying that she wasn't the only one alone.
She was about to get up and walk away, but then she saw Vegeta over at the snack bar. He was eating a bowl of pudding, and trying not to pay attention to the music or dancing. It was all about getting his food and getting away without being noticed. He had been watching the bots work on the GR, and wanted to continue. Before she could think, Bulma said, "Hey, Vegeta!" He looked up. He looked angry or irritated. But wait, he always looked like that. Bulma walked over to him, almost breaking her ankle twice in the platform heels she was wearing.
"What do you want?" Vegeta asked. "I want my food and to be left alone." Bulma looked at the floor. "I was wondering if you would dance with me." She said. "I broke up with Yamcha, and I'm really bored." Vegeta looked at her and snorted in laughter. "No way." He said. "I don't dance. Especially with nasty, ugly humans who've had losers hands groping all over them." Bulma was getting angry. "Hey! You made me be your date, and now you can dance with me!" Vegeta began walking away. "I told you I wouldn't have anything to do with you during the party." He glanced over at a very drunk Piccolo. It was pathetic.
Then he walked toward the lab. Bulma saw what he watching. "Is it almost finished?" He asked.
Bulma came over to stand beside him, looking out the same window that Vegeta was looking out of. Vegeta averted his pupils towards her. Nothing else. *I hate it when people stand this close to me.* He thought. He just continued to stare out the window with her. He then remembered his question.
"I asked you a question. Is it almost finished?" He repeated, still not turning to stare at the woman's features.
"Oh, yes. It looks as if it'll be done about tomorrow afternoon or maybe even earlier." Bulma replied. She didn't know why, but she felt a shimmer of guilt travel up her body about the plastic parts that she was using for the GR. What if it collapsed on Vegeta while he was training? Vegeta may have been a strong man, but that many pounds of plastic parts would hurt him very badly, if not kill him. * What would happen then? * She asked herself. She just skipped that in her mind and turned to face her 'date.'
Vegeta couldn't help his face breaking out in a smile. "Good." He said, softly. "I'll be a Super Saiyan in no time." He was about to walk off, when he noticed that the woman was staring at him. He whipped his body around to stare at her. "What are you looking at, woman? Do I have chocolate on my face or something?" He asked, in a ferocious voice. He was deeply intimidated and somewhat angered when she gave a little smirk at him.
"Yes. As a matter of facts, you DO." Bulma said, noticing the chocolate on Vegeta's face. "Do you want me to wipe it off for you?"
Vegeta just stared at her for a second. Then, he began to stutter. "No! Of course I don't want you to touch my face! I can get it off all by myself!" Vegeta licked a thumb and wiped it on his face.
Bulma just smiled and glared at him. "Missed." She declared. Vegeta growled and tried again.
"Did I get it now?" He asked, in a somewhat irritated voice. *I can't believe this. For all I know, I could not have anything on my face at all. * Vegeta thought. But, still, he waited for her answer. To his surprise Bulma started to laugh at him. Humor him.
"No. You didn't. Just let me do it." Bulma said, still giggling.
Before Vegeta could protest Bulma had brought her hand up and was touching him on the face. Vegeta's eyes instantly widened, even after she was done wiping the chocolate off of his face and had her hands at her sides. Vegeta growled. "Hey!" He exclaimed, pushing her a little. He was FURIOUS. "I thought I remembered telling you not to touch me? Didn't I?"
Bulma nodded. "I believe that you did, but, I didn't want you to walk around with chocolate on your face." She said. "Excuse me for being a nice person. I think I'll just go talk to someone who won't be a jerk to me, someone who might dance with me. But, I really think that YOU should do the dancing, if you want you precious GR by tomorrow."
Vegeta's eyes bulged. *She can't still be threatening me with my GR . . . Can she? * He thought. He just shook his head. "The GR thing again, woman? I'll have to say that I'm getting quite irritated. I just might have to kill your new puppy for your incessant irritating." He growled.
Bulma backed up a step, noticing his pretty smell. She decided she'd have to stand her ground. She crossed her arms. "Yes. The GR thing again. Either you dance with your date or you don't get your precious GR." She declared. She stared menacingly into his eyes as she spoke, showing that she was not afraid of him. She saw Vegeta's chest heave as he breathed in deeply. She didn't expect what he was about to mumble under his breath.
"I-can't dance." He grumbled. "And have no desire to learn how." He then crossed his arms and turned his back to her. *I'm so stupid. Now I'll never live this down. She'll tell God and everybody that VEGETA CAN'T DANCE. Not like I give a shit, anyway. Just that Kakarott might get a riot out of this. * He thought. But Bulma didn't start laughing at him. Instead he felt a tiny hand on his shoulder. Vegeta instantly whipped around, causing her hand to go falling back to her side. "Don't touch me, woman!" Vegeta growled one last time.
Bulma just ignored his rudeness. "Vegeta . . . I know that you probably can't dance. But that doesn't matter to me! I won't laugh at you!" She pleaded. "Just please, please dance with me!"
Vegeta stared into her huge blue eyes before saying anything. "No." He said, but then quickly added, "And who cares if you laugh at me? It's not like it matters. I think you should just go and find someone else to dance with. Really." He said the last two sentences with more of a mild voice, but not really a nice one. He then gave her a shove. "Go."
As Bulma walked away, she noticed the horrible sad look on the poor man's face. A look of loneliness. Now, you've got to understand, that Bulma was a bitchy woman and didn't usually care about jerks like Vegeta's feelings, but she all of the sudden felt as if she should do something about Vegeta's loneliness and sadness. But what? She knew that almost nothing would make Vegeta happy-but she thought she should try to find something. *Even though I despise Vegeta, I still don't want him to be so SAD and LONELY all of the time. * Bulma thought. She walked back to the banquet to just sit back on the couch and watch everyone else dance. *Heck, I'm going to be just as lonely as Vegeta now. * She thought.
**PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE. **
End of chapter five.
By the way, in case you haven't noticed the different style of writing, someone new has taken over the story . . . the original author's sister! If you'd like to email me or something, you can just email me at saintbernard13@aol.com. I might start having my reviews sent to this email address! My penname is luvssaintbernards, and I have lots of other stories under that name. I WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK.
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Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN DBZ (Why do we hafta put these things?)
Vegeta was hiding behind the couch. The only people here so far were the butlers, and Bulma was in the kitchen, giving them directions. Vegeta wished she were out here with him, so he could at least catch a glimpse of her looks. He didn't understand why he had such an urge to see what she looked like in the dress, because he'd never had that particular feeling before.
Vegeta was about to step out from behind the red couch (Which he LOVED to sit on) when he heard the familiar chime of the doorbell again. His ears felt like they perked up, and an echo of the loud noise was left in them for a few seconds. "Oh, wait a second!" Bulma told the butlers in the kitchen. Her voice was preppy and perky. Vegeta heard her pink platforms clack as she went to the door, and he peaked out from behind the couch. He then stood up.
"Hello, Goku, Chichi, Gohan!" A look came across Vegeta's face like he'd just eaten a lemon. Bulma saw their gazes toward the back of the room and turned around. "Oh, Vegeta!" She said. Then she turned back to Goku and his family. Vegeta couldn't help but smile. Bulma looked stunning with her new haircut and make-up. Matter of fact, she was the only woman that looked good with her face painted up like a china doll. Vegeta heard her continue to talk.
"Vegeta's my 'date'." She said. "Yamcha's away, and Vegeta told me I had to be his date!" He watched Kakarott's eyes widen, causing Vegeta to smirk. "You allowed Vegeta to TELL you you're gonna be his date? I mean, why'd he even want one? He doesn't like anybody!" Vegeta scowled. "Yes, Kakarott, that is true!" He snarled. "But I hate no one as much as I hate you; so keep your mouth shut or I'll blast it off!" Chichi and Gohan withdrew from Vegeta's outburst. Vegeta wanted to just KILL Goku right here and leave his bloody mess on the floor for all to see. He wanted to bash his head in with a brick and watch his brains dribble off the table. He hated him THAT much and more.
As the night wore on, more people arrived. This included Tein, Piccolo, Krillin, Dende, and Mr. Roshi. Vegeta was withdrawn from everyone, standing away and thinking how much a joy it would be to kill every single one of them. He was holding a wineglass, careful not to squeeze it too hard and break it like his last three. The wine in it tasted vile, but he wanted to drink it.
"Vegeta's not even paying attention to me." Bulma said, halfway to herself and halfway to Gohan, who she was leading to the bathroom. Gohan looked up at her with wide eyes. "Why does it matter? He's a nasty old man, anyway." Bulma laughed at the comment. "I know he is. The nastiest. But it's just that he told me I had to be his date, and he won't even talk to me. Of course, he told me he wouldn't." Bulma glanced over at Vegeta, who stood all by himself, swishing wine around in a glass. She suddenly felt very sorry for the Prince. When she dropped off the kid at the bathroom, she decided to go over and converse with him.
"Hello, Vegeta." Bulma said. "How're things?" Vegeta grunted. "Not very good, as you can see. I'm standing here by myself." He sighed and looked out the window, trying to ignore Bulma. But he couldn't help uttering: "If I was on Planet Vegeta than people would be swarming to talk to me." Bulma felt very bad for Vegeta. He was on a whole nether planet! One that was destroyed by pollution, drugs, and wars.
"Sometimes, I wish I was on a different planet too." Bulma said. She knew her reasons were a lot different than Vegeta's, but she thought maybe that would make him feel better. Vegeta snorted. "Leave me alone." He said. Then he walked away to go and talk to himself more.
Bulma was looking around to see where Gohan was, because he was young and prone to getting in trouble, when her cell phone rang. It startled her; she almost put a run in her panty hose! The nerve of this caller! "Hello." She said grimly into her phone. She noticed many eyes were on her, because it was so rude for the hostess of a party to be yapping on the phone.
"It's me!" Yamcha said. "I've got a-" Bulma was very annoyed. "Yamcha, I don't have time to talk right now! You know I'm hosting a party; I'll call you up later!" She was gonna hang up on him, when he said "Wait, wait! There's a surprise for you outside! Open the door." Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay, even though I don't have time for this." She hung up her cell phone, but not without turning it off first.
She put her hand on the cold doorknob (Not without noticing her nails needed to be redone) and turned it. She swung open the door. Yamcha was standing there, with his arms spread wide. Bulma didn't get happy; however. "What are you doing here?" She asked. "You said you couldn't come home because your mother was sick!" Yamcha looked away from Bulma's face. "She said I could go home early. Dad.. Came home." Bulma's eyes widened. "Now, I know for a fact your dad's dead! I went to his funeral!" Everyone in the party was gathering around, except for Vegeta who had no idea what was going on and frankly he didn't care. "You got told!" Goku yelled.
"I uh.." Yamcha said. "What are you lying to me about?" Bulma asked.
"1st your mother's dead, and next she's telling you to come home!?
What is this sh*t?" Yamcha was sputtering. "W-why is it you are
getting so mad at me??" He asked. "I came here so you wouldn't have to
go to the party with Vegeta!" Bulma's eyes widened. "Ah, but that's
the reason I'm mad! I went with Vegeta, and now." Yamcha's mouth
dropped open.
"You don't WANT to have to dance with him, do you?" He asked. "NO!"
Bulma said. "But he's going to feel SO bad when he sees that you've
come! Think of how he already feels..this might make it 10 times
worse!" Yamcha's red ears made his anger known. His fists were
clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I can't believe you pulled
this stunt! You knew I was going with Vegeta! He's gonna think I told
you to come, and then get really sad!"
"I simply can't believe you care what he feels like." Yamcha said coldly. "He's a cold-blooded murderer, who killed ME before! I never thought you'd forgive him, and I was perfectly comfortable with it, and then you welcome him with open arms!" Bulma was extremely outraged at this. "You're a disgusting, nasty, wormy man! You don't care about anyone but yourself! I hope you-"
Something suddenly caught Bulma's eye. Something pink and silky sticking out of the back pocket of his khaki cargo pants. "What's this??" Bulma asked. Before Yamcha could react, Bulma reached back and grabbed the object out of his pocket. Then, with tears rushing to her blue eyes, she held them up for all to see. It was a silky, pink, woman's thong. They weren't Bulma's.
"So!" She said in a sob. "THAT'S where you've been!" She threw the thong at Yamcha, who caught it. Then, she stepped forward and put the entire previous step into a swift, hard slap across Yamcha's cheek. It was immediately purplish red. "OW." he moaned. "I have an explanation for those!" He said. "I uh." Bulma was crying, sobbing and sinking to the ground. "I can't believe you would DO such a thing!" Chichi said sharply. And then: "You're a B*stard!"
Vegeta heard the cussword from the door and racking sobs. These two noises together interested him. *Maybe there's a fight. * He thought, and decided to walk over. What he saw both amazed and angered him. Bulma's loser was standing up, sputtering and rubbing a red, hand-shaped bruise on his cheek. Bulma was sitting on the ground and sobbing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. Vegeta shoved past the crowd. He looked at the sobbing Bulma on the ground. He was disgusted.
"I warned you about this loser!" He said. "You acknowledged it, but you didn't listen to me. I told you he was a liar and a cheater, but you didn't listen. You got what you deserved." Then he crossed his arms and stared at Bulma. She didn't even listen to Vegeta. "We're through, Yamcha!" Bulma said. "We're through forever! Now you go crawling back to whatever *SOB* whore you've been screwing!" She got up-Vegeta noticed her mascara was running-and went back into the house.
"So, you guys talk about me, do ya?" Yamcha asked. "You warned her that I was a LOSER?! Well, tell Bulma that at least I can find 3 girls to screw and she can only find ONE!" He walked off, laughing. Vegeta was extremely mad. On planet Vegeta, cheating on your mate or girlfriend was a crime that could lead to capital punishment. It was worse than rape or murder-it was demeaning both you and your mate. He couldn't believe that Yamcha could do something so terribly unnerving and laugh about it. So, Vegeta walked up to the walking-away Yamcha and socked him in the jaw. His jaw came unhinged and hung suspended. It was dislocated.
"Uh-Hugh?" He said, trying to talk. Vegeta smirked. "Don't talk to me, you terrible loser!" He gave Yamchop (I used Yamchop! I did, I did!) A shot in the pills and walked away. Yamcha groped at his injured manhood and moaned. Everyone gawked at Vegeta. "Wow! Vegeta cares about someone's feelings!" Goku said. Vegeta eyed him with daggers. "I do not!" He said. "It simply makes me sick that someone would do that when on the Saiyan Planet it's one of the most terrible and disgusting things you can do!" Then he walked past Goku and all the others and into the house. Bulma lay on the ground, laughing so hard she couldn't move. It was so funny to see that jaw, which had said so many mean words to her before, unhinged and dislocated. It was also funny to see him groping his manhood. But hey, at least it was a change of pace from Yamcha constantly scratching it.
Yamcha was now trying to stand up. He had one had rigidly planted on a tree trunk, trying to use it to support himself. His other hand was still cupping his manhood in pain. His jaw was still hanging unhinged where it wasn't supposed to be. When he looked down his nose, he could see his bottom teeth it was so dislocated. His entire face felt swollen. He staggered over to his run-down car and opened the door. He then started the ignition and sped off toward the hospital. A dislocated jaw was nothing to laugh about.
Bulma was watching everybody else dancing. "I wish Yamcha'd have waited to admit to his cheating until after the dancing." She sighed. She was very depressed about him leaving and their being broken up, and she loved to dance, but now had no partner. She couldn't dance by herself; that would look retarded. So she just sighed and put her chin in her palm and watched everybody else. It brought her some pleasure to see that Tein wasn't dancing with anyone either, or Krillin, but she thought both of them were ugly and didn't want to dance with them. It was just satisfying that she wasn't the only one alone.
She was about to get up and walk away, but then she saw Vegeta over at the snack bar. He was eating a bowl of pudding, and trying not to pay attention to the music or dancing. It was all about getting his food and getting away without being noticed. He had been watching the bots work on the GR, and wanted to continue. Before she could think, Bulma said, "Hey, Vegeta!" He looked up. He looked angry or irritated. But wait, he always looked like that. Bulma walked over to him, almost breaking her ankle twice in the platform heels she was wearing.
"What do you want?" Vegeta asked. "I want my food and to be left alone." Bulma looked at the floor. "I was wondering if you would dance with me." She said. "I broke up with Yamcha, and I'm really bored." Vegeta looked at her and snorted in laughter. "No way." He said. "I don't dance. Especially with nasty, ugly humans who've had losers hands groping all over them." Bulma was getting angry. "Hey! You made me be your date, and now you can dance with me!" Vegeta began walking away. "I told you I wouldn't have anything to do with you during the party." He glanced over at a very drunk Piccolo. It was pathetic.
Then he walked toward the lab. Bulma saw what he watching. "Is it almost finished?" He asked.
Bulma came over to stand beside him, looking out the same window that Vegeta was looking out of. Vegeta averted his pupils towards her. Nothing else. *I hate it when people stand this close to me.* He thought. He just continued to stare out the window with her. He then remembered his question.
"I asked you a question. Is it almost finished?" He repeated, still not turning to stare at the woman's features.
"Oh, yes. It looks as if it'll be done about tomorrow afternoon or maybe even earlier." Bulma replied. She didn't know why, but she felt a shimmer of guilt travel up her body about the plastic parts that she was using for the GR. What if it collapsed on Vegeta while he was training? Vegeta may have been a strong man, but that many pounds of plastic parts would hurt him very badly, if not kill him. * What would happen then? * She asked herself. She just skipped that in her mind and turned to face her 'date.'
Vegeta couldn't help his face breaking out in a smile. "Good." He said, softly. "I'll be a Super Saiyan in no time." He was about to walk off, when he noticed that the woman was staring at him. He whipped his body around to stare at her. "What are you looking at, woman? Do I have chocolate on my face or something?" He asked, in a ferocious voice. He was deeply intimidated and somewhat angered when she gave a little smirk at him.
"Yes. As a matter of facts, you DO." Bulma said, noticing the chocolate on Vegeta's face. "Do you want me to wipe it off for you?"
Vegeta just stared at her for a second. Then, he began to stutter. "No! Of course I don't want you to touch my face! I can get it off all by myself!" Vegeta licked a thumb and wiped it on his face.
Bulma just smiled and glared at him. "Missed." She declared. Vegeta growled and tried again.
"Did I get it now?" He asked, in a somewhat irritated voice. *I can't believe this. For all I know, I could not have anything on my face at all. * Vegeta thought. But, still, he waited for her answer. To his surprise Bulma started to laugh at him. Humor him.
"No. You didn't. Just let me do it." Bulma said, still giggling.
Before Vegeta could protest Bulma had brought her hand up and was touching him on the face. Vegeta's eyes instantly widened, even after she was done wiping the chocolate off of his face and had her hands at her sides. Vegeta growled. "Hey!" He exclaimed, pushing her a little. He was FURIOUS. "I thought I remembered telling you not to touch me? Didn't I?"
Bulma nodded. "I believe that you did, but, I didn't want you to walk around with chocolate on your face." She said. "Excuse me for being a nice person. I think I'll just go talk to someone who won't be a jerk to me, someone who might dance with me. But, I really think that YOU should do the dancing, if you want you precious GR by tomorrow."
Vegeta's eyes bulged. *She can't still be threatening me with my GR . . . Can she? * He thought. He just shook his head. "The GR thing again, woman? I'll have to say that I'm getting quite irritated. I just might have to kill your new puppy for your incessant irritating." He growled.
Bulma backed up a step, noticing his pretty smell. She decided she'd have to stand her ground. She crossed her arms. "Yes. The GR thing again. Either you dance with your date or you don't get your precious GR." She declared. She stared menacingly into his eyes as she spoke, showing that she was not afraid of him. She saw Vegeta's chest heave as he breathed in deeply. She didn't expect what he was about to mumble under his breath.
"I-can't dance." He grumbled. "And have no desire to learn how." He then crossed his arms and turned his back to her. *I'm so stupid. Now I'll never live this down. She'll tell God and everybody that VEGETA CAN'T DANCE. Not like I give a shit, anyway. Just that Kakarott might get a riot out of this. * He thought. But Bulma didn't start laughing at him. Instead he felt a tiny hand on his shoulder. Vegeta instantly whipped around, causing her hand to go falling back to her side. "Don't touch me, woman!" Vegeta growled one last time.
Bulma just ignored his rudeness. "Vegeta . . . I know that you probably can't dance. But that doesn't matter to me! I won't laugh at you!" She pleaded. "Just please, please dance with me!"
Vegeta stared into her huge blue eyes before saying anything. "No." He said, but then quickly added, "And who cares if you laugh at me? It's not like it matters. I think you should just go and find someone else to dance with. Really." He said the last two sentences with more of a mild voice, but not really a nice one. He then gave her a shove. "Go."
As Bulma walked away, she noticed the horrible sad look on the poor man's face. A look of loneliness. Now, you've got to understand, that Bulma was a bitchy woman and didn't usually care about jerks like Vegeta's feelings, but she all of the sudden felt as if she should do something about Vegeta's loneliness and sadness. But what? She knew that almost nothing would make Vegeta happy-but she thought she should try to find something. *Even though I despise Vegeta, I still don't want him to be so SAD and LONELY all of the time. * Bulma thought. She walked back to the banquet to just sit back on the couch and watch everyone else dance. *Heck, I'm going to be just as lonely as Vegeta now. * She thought.
**PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE. **
End of chapter five.
By the way, in case you haven't noticed the different style of writing, someone new has taken over the story . . . the original author's sister! If you'd like to email me or something, you can just email me at saintbernard13@aol.com. I might start having my reviews sent to this email address! My penname is luvssaintbernards, and I have lots of other stories under that name. I WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK.
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