Vegeta ½

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a Goku and Vegeta buddy fic

by

mkh2

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Okay, just a little note – all five wisdom teeth are gone! Strangely enough there was almost no pain so I'm not really using the pain relievers. Mostly, I just have an earache and a headache… though, lucky me (note the sarcasm), I get stuck with the nausea. Daddy panicked (like me, it's hard to tell when he does, so it wasn't obvious; anywho, he hadn't read the surgery info paper and didn't know that could be one of the side-effects . ) so Mom sent him out to get the kind of stuff you use to stop sea-sickness. My Daddy is so nice. ^-^

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People keep asking me if I own Dragonball Z and/or Ranma ½. ::Checks my lil inventory:: Nope, I don't. Sorry! It's just a rental (like when I was renting those Ranma ½ tapes last week… one of the perks of owning a bank card ::points to the debit card that I'm supposed to use for books, tuition, and gas money:: I think I'm broke now… again….)

Tippy: To spell it out for you, she's a poor broke college student who doesn't own the two aforementioned anime because she spends all her money on college, maintaining the gas level of her car, and treats for me. Bye.

mkh2: Yup, that's about the gist of it.

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Vegeta ½

Chapter 6 – Bejee and Bulma – A Day on the Town

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 Vegeta rolled over and smacked the noisy alarm on the bedside stand before yawning and stretching. 'Boy, I sure had an odd dream last night…' Standing, Vegeta walked over to the closet, pausing a moment to glance in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. Freezing, Vegeta backtracked and stared in horror.

"Gyaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"

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'I wonder what's eating her,' thought Bulma as she stared at the silent girl who was slowly eating an apple, eyes tightly shut. Strangely she had a feeling of déjà vu, as if she had seen someone do that before, but whom? She shook her head sleepily. It's a rather disconcerting feeling, waking up at 7:30 in the morning to someone screaming bloody murder, though it wasn't that big of a shock when she realized it was coming from Vegeta's wing in Capsule Corp.

Goku had persuaded Bulma to allow Bejee to stay over in Vegeta's wing, claiming it would probably be more comfortable for her, considering the fact that Bejee liked her privacy and there was plenty of training equipment for her to use there. He also said that he had talked Vegeta into allowing Bejee to take up residence in his wing, so long as it was not in his room exactly and she didn't leave a huge mess (Vegeta can be very picky about such things, you know?) Still, Bulma couldn't see why either of the two men would place so much interest in the girl. Sure, she has a very pretty face… and, true, she has a rather curvaceous figure… and, she begrudgingly admitted, the girl was a martial artist (bonus points to her for that, considering the fact she's dealing with Saiyans)… but beyond that, she was just your average, run-of-the-mill, everyday girl… with a somewhat unusual background.

Okay, Bulma conceded, Vegeta has every right to take notice of the girl – he was a single, red-blooded male (she would know, she's had to treat his injuries often enough, and that blood was very red) – but he wasn't even there. Goku, however, was there, and… she fumed… she still thought they were being too chummy. Bulma perked up. He did say one thing to her last night that left her feeling assured that he wasn't being overly interested in the girl…

"When's Kakarrotto showing up?" Bejee's voice broke into Bulma's thoughts. It seemed she had been done with her apple for a while and was attacking a heaping plate of pancakes, covered with butter, powdered sugar, chocolate chips, whipped cream, and, naturally, 100% real maple syrup, the kind out of a glass jar. (There's another point to her – she seems to share the boys' appetites, so she probably wouldn't feel awkward with the amount of food needed to be placed on the tables daily.) A little bit of powdered sugar was on the tip of her nose.

"He's not coming over today."

Bejee froze and grew pale – Bulma couldn't help but smirk at her (from behind her coffee mug, of course.)

"What do you mean, 'he's not coming over today'? Of course he is – he has too!"

Vegeta was on the verge of hyperventilating. Goku had said that if she thought she would need company or need help to cover up her non-girlish actions that he would be at hand. How did his not being there help her? It didn't! He had to come over! What would she do all day? Paint her toes!?

"Goku told me that you needed a new wardrobe and suggested I take you shopping today – said it would be good for you to have some girl time with me since you've basically never had the chance to do so." Bulma smiled almost sympathetically at her.

"Bejee, you see, has always been with Mute and, as I mentioned, Mute is a guy, so she barely has any knowledge of what it means to be a girl. She's more comfortable around men. I'm sure if you show her a nice time while shopping she would probably be more apt to hang out with girls and other people instead of just me. It would be good for her. So please, Bulma, be nice. She is going to have a hard time learning how to be a girl."

Bulma nodded to herself. Yes, that would explain why Bejee seemed to cling to Goku. She sipped her coffee and turned the page of the newspaper. 'Ooh! It looks like there's a sale today at my fav store!'

Vegeta, meanwhile, was resisting the urge to repeatedly bang her head on the table.

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Goku was sitting in the kitchen, trying his hand at fixing a tear in his gi since Chichi had gone shopping for groceries, a chore that made Goku immensely grateful that he was married to Chichi because he had absolutely no idea what to get when he went to the store and often had gotten too much junk food (his sweet tooth was a weakness that he was loathe to admit… Vegeta'd laugh his… er, her head off.) Well, either too much junk food or too much meat (at least, that's what Chichi always says.)

*Ring! Brring-ring!* Noisy telephone… he really preferred Bulma's dad's phone* (it was in the shape of Dr. Brief's cat, Tama, and would sing the Meow Mix song until you picked it up.)

"Hello?"

"Kakarrotto, what is the meaning of this?" Vegeta's voice hissed at him from the earpiece.

"Why, hello to you too, it's a fine morning. How am I doing? Fine, thank you, and you?" Goku chirped back at Vegeta in an overly cheery (i.e., fake) tone.

"Kakarrotto!"

"Sheesh, such a sour puss… anyways, what are you talking about?"

"Bulma said… Bulma said you aren't coming over today." Goku could have sworn he heard a whimper, but thought it wise not to mention it.

"I can't be over there all the time! It's already looking suspicious as it is! Bulma says we're being too… chummy."

"Chummy? Chummy? I'll give her chummy!" Vegeta seethed. "I don't care about that! I want you over here now!"

"Aw, Bejee, I didn't know you cared!" Goku batted his eyes at the phone, trying not to laugh too much, knowing full well that Vegeta couldn't see him.

"Moron! Idiot! Grr… gotta go, the onna's calling… Please come! I don't want to go shopping! I don't know how to be a girl!"

"That's the whole point! You're going to have some 'girl bonding' time with Bulma, and while you're at it, you get to observe some of the finer points of being a girl. I mentioned to Bulma that, being raised by only a man, you probably wouldn't act too much like a girl, sorta like the daughter on Beverly Hill Billies – love that show!"

"You would. Fine then, Kakarrotto, have your way, but once this is over I'm dunking you in the water!"

"Sure, sure, and I'll just have Bulma change me back the same day. Remember to get a pretty dress!"

Goku heard Vegeta yelling angrily at him as he, laughing, hung up the phone.

"Sheesh, hope Bejee's not too angry with me. Besides, he doesn't know about all the perks that come with being a girl." Goku looked fondly at the fluffy piles of treats under the bell glass jar sitting primly on the counter. "I'm sure Chichi wouldn't mind if I sneak just one…"

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"So Bejee, what are your favorite colors, huh?" Bulma tried to make small talk as she flew her air-car to the biggest mall in the heart of the city.

"Blue, white, and yellow-gold, though I also like red and black," Vegeta rubbed the bridge of her nose. 'Blue, white and gold – the colors of the royal family of Bejita-sei, and red and black, like Bejita-sei against the darkness of space.' She looked out the window when suddenly a vague memory of a friendly smile floated to mind. "And orange… I like orange…"

"Orange, huh?" Bulma glanced over at Bejee who seemed to be in a daze as she stared at the city passing underneath the airborne car. 'I hope it's not what I think it is.'

"So, Bejee, Goku tells me you hate bugs," Bulma chirped, curious to see if Goku was telling the truth or if he just made something up.

"Buh-bugs?" Vegeta whirled around in her seat, grabbing tightly onto the headrest. Her knuckles turned white from the grip. "Wuh-where?" She started shaking slightly.

"I didn't say they were here, I just asked if you hated bugs…" Bulma raised an eyebrow. 'Guess she really is paranoid.' "Don't worry, you probably won't see any bugs around here, especially not in the middle of the city like this in the daytime."

"Nyer-yah-hah-hah-haa," Vegeta tried to laugh. 'Sheesh, Kaka-baka**, blab to the whole world, why don't you…'

"We're here!" cheered Bulma, setting the car down. They got out and she capsulized it, promptly sticking it in her purse. "Now," she turned on her heel and grabbing Bejee by the wrist, ran full speed at the mall. "Shop-ward, ho!"

"What did I ever do to deserve this!" moaned Bejee, stubbornly blocking out the memories of her days under Frieza. In her opinion, it didn't count.

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"Ah, the sweet smell of success!" Bulma plopped down in one of the booths in the food court, dropping her heavy load of shopping bags next to her by the wall. Bejee sat across from, also putting down her many bags. She managed to get mostly pants, shorts and tees, in a slightly similar style to what she's used to, but, against her wishes, she was still stuck getting two dresses and three skirts, with five matching blouses and three dressy shoes. Bulma insisted – said it'll make a good impression on the gang, whatever that meant.

"So, now times for eats and… girl chat!" Bulma clapped her hands together eagerly. She loved her friends dearly, but the only other girl in the Z gang (with the occasional inclusion of Launch, who was off trucking somewhere) was Chichi, and being a wife and mother caused her to be more interested in things that, as a single woman, Bulma didn't have much interest in or knowledge of. She hoped that, with time, Bejee could be another person for her to have regular conversations with, once she got her out of the tomboy phase.

Bejee blinked blandly at her. "So, we're getting burgers?"

"Sure, if you want, but how about one of those desserts?" Bulma nodded her head to a rather large food store, with the windows heavy laden with deserts of all sorts: truffles, tiny chocolate creations, tiramisu, decadent napoleons, swirls of raspberry and mint… things, triple berry and chocolate terrines, parfaits, cakes, even sugar eggs and pink sugar-spun horses with little knights riding on them, all sorts of fluffy, girly, extra sweet treats that Vegeta had never eaten before because they were, well, too girly. "Goku loves that stuff, you know."

Vegeta turned to stare at Bulma. "He what?"

Bulma nodded her head fervently and leaned forward, eager to divulge this first bit of "girl talk" with Bejee. "So, Goku is the kind of guy who likes big hearty meals – you saw that yourself, right? – eats mostly meat and potatoes, really manly stuff… Anyways, Chichi and mom and I often get him treats from places like that, truffles and trifles and little chocolates and parfaits – he loves chocolate parfaits with strawberries and whipped cream – because, well, it's not manly for a guy to go getting those all the time – he does it often enough, saying he's getting them for his wife as a treat, but if he does it too much it looks suspicious, you know?"

Vegeta nodded her head. "It isn't manly, right? It looks so… fluffy."

"Right! That's the point! He says it's one of the perks of being a girl, you can have all those little treats and nobody pokes fun at you."

Vegeta grinned. This was the perfect way to get back at Goku for putting her through this "torture." She would feel only slightly guilty (he was being extra helpful with helping her deal with this whole crazy situation and all, keeping her secret.)

Bulma ran and got their orders, commandeering two other guys to help bring the food over, since Bejee was watching the bags, along with two parfaits for the both of them. As they ate, Bulma decided to bring up "the boys."

"So, what did you think of… Vegeta?" Bulma questioned Bejee as she dug into her parfait. Bejee wasn't quite done with the rest of her meal yet so the parfait was still sitting on its tiny doily.

"Great, a real prince," muttered Vegeta absently as she shoveled food into her mouth, anxious to try out this "parfait" before it melted any further from the table lamp. "I mean, he did give me free run of basically all of his facilities – you could ask Kakarrotto about it – so yeah, he's great." Well, Vegeta reflected, eying her many plates, you could have quite a nice tuck-in at the mall, if you've got the money, as she reached for the parfait. Scooping a tiny spoonful into her mouth, she felt she was in heaven – no wonder Goku indulged in these sugary confections!

"Okay, and what about Goku?"

"What about him?" Vegeta raised her eyebrow suspiciously. What was that, that Kakarrotto mentioned this morning about being… chummy?

Bulma leaned over the table, parfait forgotten, and palms flat against the table. "You know he's married, don't you?"

'What is this?' thought Vegeta, spoon frozen on its path to her mouth. "Huh?"

"He didn't tell you? Look, he's got a wife and a kid, okay?"

"So?" Vegeta shrugged. 'Big deal, I already knew that.'

"So? So? You know this means you can't go flirting with him."

"What?" Vegeta's eyes widened. 'Flirting? The crazy onna thinks I'm flirting with Kakarrotto?'

"You heard me: don't flirt with Goku. Granted, he's a very attractive men, but you can't have him. Don't worry, though, there's plenty of others around!" Bulma nodded her head vehemently. "Take Vegeta for instance – he's of the same cut, sort of, but he's single – you can flirt with him! Or one of the other guys in our group, for instance Kuririn, you met him last night – sure, he's on the short side but he's very sweet! And then there's Tenshinhan and Yamucha, well, you can't have Yamucha, he's mine, and… well, there's plenty of other guys! You just can't have Goku!"

"By Goku, you mean, Kakarrotto?" Vegeta asked, scooping up some more parfait. She knew she shouldn't ask such a silly question but it was just too tempting.

"Yes! Who'd you think I was talking about?"

"Well, for your information, I wasn't flirting with him," Vegeta licked a little of the whipped cream off the back of the spoon. "Anyways, I think Kakarrotto sounds much nicer than 'Goku,' wouldn't you agree?"

Vegeta had to hold back her laughter the rest of the lunch hour as Bulma's face turned varying shades of red and white.

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Thankfully, Bulma allowed Bejee to go wandering around on her own the rest of the day on the promise that they'd meet back in front of the dessert shop. Taking the large wad of cash, Vegeta amused herself looking at a weapons store, an arcade, and a bookstore – she thought the "Karate for Dummies" book hilarious. Before the appointed meeting time, Vegeta quickly dropped in the dessert shop to pick up a little something special, wrapped in nicely in two white boxes with red bows.

Revenge is sweet.

~Owari~

Figure out what that last line means on your own – nyeh!

Originally, Goku wasn't going to appear at all in this chapter but… I wuv my widdle Go-kun! ::squishes Goku in a hug::

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*No, there is no such phone, not even in any anime I've seen, but I thought it would be a cute idea.

**Baka- stupid, dummy, idiot, moron, etc., could be used for an expletive (depends on the situation and tone of voice) or simply to mean "silly"

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Oh yeah, the parfait thing – I rarely, if ever eat them, but I saw this one picture and I thought, if you want a girly, and I mean really girly treat, you have to get that, complete with sesame sticks and mint leaves. I hear they're pretty good.

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::Looks back at previous chapters:: Ghk! Er, I guess there's a lot of editing I need to do… I can't believe how many mistakes there were! And it wouldn't hurt to start on fixing up some of my other stories as well. ::I get kinda nitpicky sometimes… not as bad as before, but still…::

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Sheesh, I did this some time last week – it was supposed to be out two Sundays ago – I think I mentioned that, but I rarely had any time to go on the Internet… I reviewed when I could but I only got the chance to log in once or twice for like three minutes at a time so sorry about the wait. (Anyways, I'm tired! I have a headache! It's not even six in the evening yet and I want to go to bed! ::sniffles:: My ears hurts. Stupid side effects.) So, if you're asking about the time, I think about an hour and a half, give or take a little.