Chapter Sixteen: The Gift of Chaos
OMG.... This took soooooooo long to get out, didn't it? I am soooooo sorry.... but u guys know the deal w/ the computer getting screwed up. I'm sorry anyway. But I'm going to be writing the story all summer, so please be patient (Like u haven't already).
Vegeta walked through the house, as though he haden't seen it in ages. It was a relief to be back there since he and Bulma had made up the night before - he thought that if he had to spend one more day at Mercy's house, he'd go crazy because of her yelling. She was worse than Chi-Chi.
He sighed as he entered the large living room and sat down on the couch, closing his eyes and basking in the presence of his home.
He wished that Bulma could have been there with him, but to everyone's surprise, Trunks had called an emergency meeting that he said had been "way overdue". Unfortunately, Bulma had to go with him (much to both their distress; he and Bulma had looked foreward to "making up" some more.
Bra had gone shopping with Marron, so he was alone, which was both a good and a bad thing; he missed his family, but it was nice to be home alone; then they wouldn't be able to see the faint smiles that appeared periodically on his face as he walked around the house.
His eyes rolled open in annoyance as the doorbell rang loudly, echoing through the house. He got with a slight grunt and walked to the front door, opening it just as the doorbell rang again.
At the door stood a pimply-faced, red-headed boy with a large nose, who was wearing a brown uniform and a matching hat. The letters SPS were visible on his shirt.
"Well 'ello there, Sir!" cried the teenage boy, who had an extremely strong Scottish accent. "Are you...." - he looked down at his clipboard - "Vegeta?"
Vegeta gave an annoyed nod (which was more like a jerk of his head).
"Well then, I 'ave a capsulated package 'ere for you! A nice lady gave me an awfully big wad of cash-" he took a large group of twenties out of his pocket - "to go out of my and get this to you as soon as possible."
Vegeta frowned. Who would do that?
"Alls I need you to do is sign right 'ere... Wonderful! 'Ere you go! But be careful, the capsules a bit 'eavy... whatever's in there must be big, that's for sure."
The boy grinned and tipped his hat, then about-faced to his truck, which was the same brown color as his uniform.
Vegeta "hmphed" and shut the door, walking back to the kitchen and opening the yellow envelope that contained the capsule.
Narrowing his eyes, he decided to go into the ballroom (the boy was right - whatever it was, it was big - at least the ballroom was empty).
He walked slowly to the ballroom, staring down at the capsule the whole time. Who could be sending such a huge package to him?
He turned to capsule over and gasped - a small mark was carved into the side of the capsule, which he recognized - it was Clarice's mark.
Once at the door of the ballroom, he pressed the large button, then pitched the capsule into the middle of the large room.
Alright, readers! Wha'd'ya think the present was? You'll have to stay tuned and find out! ^_^