A Match Made in Heaven
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I have 2 stories going on at once, so I'll try to update as much as possible, most likely at least once a week
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anybody from DBZ (damn shame, tho).
Chapter 4 ~ Bad Beginnings and Toilet Water
Things spread quickly around the palace and soon everybody knew about Chichi's cooking, or at least about how it smelled. Saiyans flocked to their apartment left and right, but never asked to take her as a concubine for fear of the dark-haired Saiyan brandishing her frying pan (a few dared to try to take her while she had been cooking, but found a large lump on their heads [not that head, you hentai!]).
Kakkarot had been somewhat intrigued when he heard that the black-haired Saiyan could cook. After all, he always thought through his stomach. Unfortunately, he picked the wrong time to think about the mysterious Chichi and her cooking, because, as he pondered, a blow came to his face and he plummeted to the ground.
"Dammit Kakkarot! Will you keep your mind on the sparring?" Kakkarot's opponent yelled.
He stood from where he landed. "I'm sorry, Prince, but I was getting hungry and I was recalling a scrumptious cook living across the courtyard." His eyes went dreamy.
"When aren't you hungry, Kakkarot?" Prince Vegeta snapped. When he received no response, he shot a small ki blast at the flickering tail of the opposing Saiyan.
Kakkarot quickly dodged the ki ball. "What?" he whined.
"Kakkarot, you baka." Vegeta smirked (*swoons*) and crossed his arms across his chest. "Well… I supposed it won't hurt anything to go and get something to eat. But as soon as we're finished, we're getting our asses back here and finishing this match, I haven't finished beating you yet."
The hungry Saiyan smiled inwardly. What the Prince doesn't know can't hurt him… "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" Vegeta's glare quickly shut him up.
As the prince and his guard walked through the courtyard towards the adjacent building, the smell of food reached their welcoming nostrils. Kakkarot closed his eyes and kept walking forward, accidentally running straight into a tropical tree. He ran his fingers through his hair and laughed as the Prince stood there and scowled at him.
Kakkarot was still laughing by the time they reached the first apartment. Vegeta promptly pounded his fist on the door.
Laughter shot out from the other side of the door as it swung open to reveal a flushed Bulma. "Well…" she snapped, "you could have at least knocked instead of standing there beating down our door."
Blue fur? I've never seen this before, Vegeta thought as he curled his hands into fists as Kakkarot quickly forced his way between the blue-haired Saiyan and the pissed off Prince. "Uh, Bulma? It's Kakkarot, I'm here with his highness, Prince Vegeta."
Oh great, a fucking stuck-up Prince. She smiled and beckoned them to enter. "Chichi!" she called, "I think we have some guests for dinner."
She stuck her head out from the kitchen. "Really? I'm going to have to cook more?" she sighed and re-entered the kitchen.
Bulma turned around to face the two males who were just standing there. "Well… don't stand around all day, have a seat on the couches and I'll be right back with something to drink." Maybe I can pour it down that fucker's smirking face. She entered the kitchen and walked up to Chichi who smiled and whispered, "Kami, have you ever seen such hot guys?"
The blue-haired Saiyan flashed a winning smile. "Kakkarot is, but I don't know yet about that Prince. He may look good, but his personality is driving me up the wall. This will be a wonderful way for me to learn some self control." She reached into some cabinets to retrieve four glasses. Bulma put a few ice cubes in each and filled up three of the glasses with water from the sink. She filled the fourth glass from the toilet in the adjoining bathroom as Chichi stood there gaping at her. She grinned again and entered the living room with the four glasses. She handed one to Kakkarot, place two on the table and handed the toilet water to the Prince.
Both Saiyans completely downed the glass as soon as it was handed to them. However, Prince Vegeta spat most of it back out onto the carpet. "This water tastes like shit!"
Bulma feigned innocence and she took a swig of her own water. "I don't know what you're talking about. My water tastes fine."
Kakkarot confirmed what she stated. "Mine tastes fine as well."
Vegeta's eyes flashed as he looked between the both of them. He threw the glass against the wall, where it shattered and little pieces of glass flew about the room. Like lightning, he appeared next to Bulma and grabbed her neck. "You bitch. You put something in my water, didn't you?"
She did not respond, she just sat there staring at him, with her jaw locked.
He sneered. Anger surging up in him, he picked her up by her neck from where she was sitting and dropped her on the floor.
She made no noises as he dropped her and did not move to stand up off of the floor. "You're lucky that I don't kill you now, whore."
Her eyes flared at the word, but she didn't move, knowing that he probably would kill her if she did.
He turned his back on his guard and the blue-haired Saiyan and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Chichi came in the living room from the kitchen carrying a tray of food. Kakkarot jumped up and took the plate of food from her and took it outside so they could eat on the balcony. Chichi and Bulma returned to the kitchen to finish gathering the food.
As they settled in, Kakkarot dug into the delicious meal. The women practically had to shield themselves from the spray that he created while eating. Fortunately for them, Kakkarot realized what he was doing and slowed down as they all commenced eating.
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Vegeta sat in one of the tropical trees watching them eat on the balcony, his eyes completely focused on the blue-haired beauty that was laughing at something Kakkarot said. Yes… she will do
**AN:
I'd like to thank IneiTenshi (for reviewing also ^_^) and I went back and changed Goku's name to Kakkarot
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