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I had to change the story a little bit so that he's only living with them not a servant, since I went blank on all my ideas when I thought of later chapters. So if one of the reviews seem weird then this is why.
Nothing to else say but enjoy the chapter!
Vegeta's take on Earth
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"FUCKING MACHINE!" Vegeta screamed out again for the large kitchen. "Why does everything have to be so fucking stubborn?" He started to pound against the food dispenser. "All I want is some food you stupid piece of shit." He kept on yelling at the machine punching this and that. Finally curling his hands into a ball he rammed the confounded machine right in the middle. After leaving a reasonable dent in it he started to shake his fist at it.
A girlish giggle broke of his stream of curses. Turning around in bitter frustration he was faced with an attractive blue haired woman. She was leaning against the walk and chewing upon a juicy red apple. She looked at him with blissful sympathy as juices ran down her face. "Who do you think you are to laugh at my predicament woman?" He said as he glared daggers at her. *Damn woman, make me look like some fool!* She opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by the overflowing contents of her mouth. Huffing indignantly at the food she closed her mouth while Vegeta patiently waited for her to speak. After taking a huge gulp she opened her mouth again but was cut of by Vegeta this time. "Look woman, I don't know who you are but I personally don't think you should be here in the first place."
It was Bulma's turn to glare as she looked at him in shock. "What I don't see is why such disrespectable people are in my palace! You dare speak to royalty just like that! Why you insolent outcast." Vegeta's eyes flashed at the word outcast. He started evily into Bulma's own. He slowly started to walk to her as he seethed, "Listen woman. I may be here to serve my sentence. But there's no way in hell I'm gonna be tolerating your shit and be called an outcast. Got it onna.!! I'll do what I want to and you can just deal with imperial orders just like me. So you can send your primpish ass back into your room and leave me my own." Finishing the last as he stood tiptoe up looking directly into her eyes.
She looked dumbfounded at him as he continued to glare at her. "Well then you won't be needing help on this!" she said, walking up to the machine and pressed a button. As she got her drink she turned back around and flung her hair into his face. Looking down upon the machine in absolute silence. Turning his head back to see if she was still there he thought of how she got her drink. Realizing that she wasn't there he turned back around and gingerly tapped the side with his finger. A banana flew out with a hiss into his waiting hands. Looking down in disgust *Why a banana??* Then looking at the machine again he muttered, "Figure that out later." Peeling his banana he turned his back on the machine and slowly walked away.
*This room is beyond stuffy, it a freaking greenhouse! * Bulma thought as she looked longingly at the huge glass doors and stained windows. *Would it kill if they opened the door or windows? * She gazed at the window wanting more and more to just throw the doors open and let the cool air cleanse the room of the humid rainforest climate. She was waiting for her lovers (Lamen term for a boyfriend, and nothing further than that, yet…) ever so romantic present. She wistfully looked outside at the colorful garden below *What I don't see is why he chose this room* Setting her lips into a firm line to show her apparent troubles she was determined not to gag herself before the attendants came. What happened next had completely surprised her as she heard the door click open and her hearts possessor came waltzing in the room.
She looked at him with utter shock as he came before her dressed in dark tuxedo. His tie portrayed a burning humanoid shackled down to the burning ground. As she peered closer she saw how it was so detailed. The man's face was scarred not of the flames but of bitter agony and anguish. Cocking up her eyebrow as she saw his satanic style she finished her overlook at her handsome baron. She looked up and down from his stylish hair, which was cropped back for now, to his semi baggy black pants. Her mind was in curious turmoil as she struggled to figure out the word that had best described him right now. Then with a stupefied "Eureka!" she deciphered the slippery word. Suave. *Kami, he just knows how to keep my heart.* Bulma was the one who made first move, "So why did you bring me here Yamcha?" Yamcha opened his mouth and… stopped. Walking towards the man sized glass doors he flung them open letting the cool winds blow through the sacrificial room. It was very refreshing as all the old air was blown out of the room and was replaced by a gentle and cool breeze. Bulma never felt so thankful as she grinned at her savior. The wind no only banished the humid air, but it also took all the tensions away with the light wind. Bulma let a childish laugh as she said, "Why didn't you do that earlier?"
The night progressed as the couple sat on the comfy couch and talked the night away. (Don't think me crazy by this thought cause it happens to many people, they just share their life and soul while eagerly listening to one another, and if you haven't done that… then just realize that theres more to love than just meager crushes and sex, it a love that comes from deep within the soul… Getting ahead of myself – Back to the story) a resounding laugh came from Bulma as Yamcha told another childhood story. Seeing her so happy brought him a slight chuckle, which was rudely interrupted by an insistent feeling in the back of his head, a dire feeling that retched his happiness away from him. The feeling grew larger and larger giving him a grim feeling in his chest. Sensing the overcoming dread he looked around desperately, looking for any escuse to leave the person responsible for the disgusting feeling, Bulma. Thrusting his hand into his pocket sleeve he retrieved his ruby encrusted pocket watch. Looking down in feigned shock he said, "My dear, look at the late hour we have converse into." Her face stopped talking as she shut it in saddened mood. "So sorry to do this to you my dearest, but duty will be calling tomorrow, and it comes at an early time. Her look didn't approve. "But in return," his mind racing, "I will be attending the yearly "Dance of the Sun Goddess" ball and festival." This had brought the joy back into her face as she pictured more loving time with her beloved.
Giving her a midnight kiss he let his escort back into her grand palace. She gingerly waved goodbye from her door as the limousine drove away. He had left her in a blissful ambiance but she, she left him in bitter turmoil. Giving off a low growl, he nastily said to his driver and servant friend, Yajirobe, "That bitch destroyed my perfectly planned evening, where I was to bring us to a different level, but that was messed by her and this feeling." Yajirobe just grunted in approval. Thoughts of his earlier planning came to mind as he thought of the wasted day. *Stupid woman, wasted my day and the day of my crowning has been postponed one day, one day my princess!!* Suddenly a thought accured to him, and he slyly smiled at the new turn of events as he yelled out to his driver, "Yajirobe don't bring us home just yet, I have some business to attend to before this day is over." "What may that be sir?" Yajirobe asked in a low baritone voice. Yamcha shook his head and replied, "Not that I'll tell you all the details, but let's just say that this will defenaitly help us in the conquiest of the crown by decreasing the time it would have taken us to get it by sheer amount." Yajirobe mind flashed with many thoughts of early monarchy as he said, "Just say the place Sir." "Sorry Yajirobe, but I cannot trust anyone, even a faithful friend such as you. Just drop me off at the Bleeding Crosswalks…"
Bulma let out a quiet contented sigh as she silently closed the door behind her. She turned around and fell back against the door leaning on it as she thought of the wonderful day that she just had. She was in a blissful little cloud until Vegeta turned the corner and broke her almost perfect day. He looked quizzically at her, cocked his eyebrow, and said, "What's the matter with you woman?" Bulma gave off a slight frown and started to walk towards Vegeta. She put her hand lightly on his cheek and said as she trailed it across his face as she walk past him, "If you knew anything about infaturation, then you wouldn't be asking that now would you my stone prince." "Wha…" Vegeta said with a complete look of bewilderment on his face as he turned around to face her. But Bulma just threw her head up and laughed as she kept on walking "It's love smart one." Vegeta watched her stroll away swaying her hips. *Silly girl, love just makes you weak and incapable* he shook his head and started toward his own personal chambers. *So who needs it?* giving off his last question as his form retreated to his room.
"Crazy woman" Vegeta mumbled under his breath as he took another bite of his jerky. He rounded the corner from the royal kitchens, where he made a quick stop to get a bite to eat (Since he finally got the machine under his control). "Makes her look like she's drugged or something" he muttered as he tilted his head back and let the sugar from his other hand which held a stick of fairy dust. When he got to his door he didn't bother to get his keys, he went up to it and gave it a light bump and it flew open. He looked disgustingly at what he saw in front of him. The bed hadn't been bothered to be fixed, clothes were hanging on chairs and on the floor. His closet had been hit by a tornado this morning when he went looking for some jogging pants. *At lease there isn't any food in here* he lightly thought. He dragged himself over to his bed and laid down. Grrr. The sound penetrated through the other rooms. Letting out a low moan he thought *Why isn't there food in here* he looked longingly at the finished snacks. *I'm just to damn lazy to get up* he reflected. Grrrrr. Another sound came again with a greater blast. *I figure that I can either lazily sit here and starve or get up and get food* Neither were looking good for him right now. Finally deciding upon getting up he slowly stood up and looked into his closet. Choosing dark red khakis and a tight-fitting black shirt from the mess he dragged his body towards the door, gave his room a look of disdain, and slammed it behind him.
*Stupid monkey* Bulma thought as she entered her chambers and sat down in front of the gigantic mirror. *Why does he care anyways?* Bulma asked herself as she ran took a couple of her hair pins out. *It's not like it would matter to him what I choose to do.* She pulled out the rest letting her blue hair fall down to her shoulders. As she continued to stare at herself for any imperfection she blindly reached out behind her and turned her music on. After she had combed it for a million times she pulled it back into a ponytail. Circling around she started rummaging through her pajamas. Giving off a happy grin as she dug her hand in and pulled out a light blue polo with tiny white clouds floating about. After searching a couple more minutes she was rewarded with a matching soft pair of dark blue chinos. ^Chinos = light pants for casual wear^ Grrr. The sound seemed to echo from the walls. Bulma reached down and started to rub her stomach. "Must be hungrier than I thought I would be" she said out loud. Deciding to go to the kitchens for a midnight snack she crept out of her room. Giving her perfectly clean room another glance, she closed the door quietly and headed towards the royal kitchens.
Bulma sat on the counter facing the open refrigerator. She had her head laid back and her eyes closed as she waited for the cool air to cover her completely. And when she felt the cold air dissapear she knew exactly who it was, "Why do you always bother me in my most peaceful times." She said. "Well I never thought that being in a drugish daze and being frozen counted as being peaceful, but you Humans do have weird customs." He countered back. She opened one of her eyes and looked digging through the refrigerator like a mole. "Why are you still awake?" she asked tentatively. "Couldn't sleep." He answered simply as he pulled out a giant sandwich. Bulma's thoughts went to his earlier days and decided not to go any further. Vegeta turned around and lightly added, "And besides, one can't go to sleep on an empty stomach." His last remark hid the tension from the conversation as he left the kitchen with a highly stacked plate.
I know this chapter took forever but, *Starts saying all his petty excuses*
Oh, I know I'd have to address this sooner or later so…
This story's first chapters are based on the "True" romance that Yamcha and Bulma had for each other. Their high-strung love will progress until certain instances occur between their romance. Once their relationship has been shaken enough, then I will enter in Vegeta in quiet-subtle ways until their forbidden relationship has bloomed. So please don't be reviewing on how Vegeta hasn't made his grand appearance yet and how its all between Yamcha and Bulma. If I do do it this way it will be a more sacred love that they share between them and their passion unrivaled by the petty ways that some stories which compel the love early on in the story. I am hoping to build up the true complexity of love and build the story up to a stunning climax, which would have not been possible without the seeds of betrayal and first love.
Definitions:
Kami = God
Onna = Woman