Chapter 5
Talana
"Stupid son-of-a-bitch. Thinks he can just walk into my office and get what ever he wants. Well I'll show him." Bulma grumbled under her breath walking to her door. Still grumbling she pulled her house keys out of her pocket. But the ring that the keys were on caught on her pocket and fell to the ground. "Dam keys giving me trouble now are you. Vegeta!" She shouted standing up again.
Sure enough there was Vegeta standing before her a duffel bag swung over his shoulder.
"What the fuck do you think your doing sneaking up on people." Not waiting for the answer she walked passed him. She then violently shoved her key into the tiny hole and walked into her house.
"My I come in?" An aggravated Vegeta asked form behind her.
"You know that's the first bit of manners you've used since I met you." Bulma said turning around to face him. It was then that she noticed what he was wearing.
He wore loose black jeans with a silver chain going down to his knee and a tight white undershirt. The shirt was so tight that Bulma could see very clearly his very well muscled chest. He looked more like an angry teen than a 20 some-odd-year old man.
"Well, may I come in?" He said his voice dripping with annoyance.
"Oh yes come in." She said moving out of his way. He walked passed her making his way through the living room and into the kitchen. Shaking her head she trailed after him.
"Where do I sleep?" Vegeta asked sifting his bag higher on his shoulder.
"Well, the only real bedrooms are up those stairs." She said pointing to the right. Scowling he started up the flight of stairs. Rolling her eyes she followed him up. When she reached the top she could see Vegeta's hand on her doorknob.
"Hey that's my room!" Bulma called catching up with him. Vegeta stopped and glared at her. He moved one door to the left. Turning the knob he went in without a second glance.
"What is it with this guy?" Bulma mumbled under her breath stomping after him.
The room it's self had a blue carpet and white walls. Inside was one bed in the center of the room with a nightstand and a dresser to the right. Vegeta dropped his bag on the bed.
"This will do." He said looking around the room.
"Fine by me. Dinner's at 7:30."Bulma said starting to close the door.
"I will not lower myself to eat dinner at the same table as you." He said opening the closet door looking around in distaste.
"Fine breakfast is at 6:00." She said trying to close the door again.
"I'll make my own breakfast, I'd hate to see what you call cooking." His said glaring at her out of the corner of his eye.
"For the last God-damn-time, fine. I don't care as long as you're in my lab at 7:00 sharp." She said slamming the door.
The next morning Vegeta was in a slightly better mood. He always seemed to feel better after he had eaten. He smiled at the memory. It had been around lunchtime in a small western city in Italy. It hadn't been all that hard to convince a young hungry woman to join him for lunch. She just didn't know what kind of lunch. Vegeta focused on the blood inside him. It was young and vibrant with just a hint of wine. 'I'll have to remember to go back there again.' He thought heading into the house through the kitchen door.
The first thing that struck him was that Bulma was there. She sat at a wooden table, sheets of paper spread out in front of her. She wore a white T-shirt and a short pair of cut offs. She had her hair pulled up in a loose bun with a pencil jabbed through it to make it stay. She seemed to be having a fun time with what ever she was working on. But instant he walked in though she looked like she'd smelt something bad.
"Vegeta, I thought you were going to make your own breakfast. If so do it and leave us alone." Bulma growled scornfully from where she sat. Vegeta glared at her.
"I've already had my breakfast."
"I can see that. You have some red stuff on the corner of your mouth. What is that stuff anyway?" She said narrowing her eye's to see what it was. He ran his finger along the side of his mouth; it came back with blood on it.
"Ketchup." He said licking his finger clean. Bulma looked at him in disgust.
"Having burgers for breakfast that's disgusting." She said shivering at the thought.
"Burgers, yes I do call them that at times." Vegeta dangerously shifted his gaze as he noticed the other two people at the table.
The first person he noticed was the man. He had black glasses half hidden under light lavender hair and was looking quite nervously at the both of them. The other was a woman with bright blond hair and was smiling at him stupidly.
"Now Bulma honey, that's no way to talk to your guest. And boy, what a guest he is!" The woman said turning to wink at the angry woman.
"Mom!" Bulma shouted horrified. But her mom didn't seem to notice her gapping daughter.
"He is very cute. I bet you have all the girls line up around the block waiting for you to ask them out." Bulma's mom said turning back to him. "That reminds me, who are you inviting?" She asked looking at him expectantly. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Inviting?" he questioned looking at Bulma.
"Bulma, you didn't tell him?" Said the man to her left.
"I forgot." She said apologetically. "We're having a party here tomorrow night. If you want you can invite someone." Just saying those words seemed to come as a struggle.
He thought about it a minute. There was only one person he really knew that would come and she hated it when he was around another woman for very long. But he could use her mind manipulation powers right now.
"Yes, I will invite someone." He said smirking at the thought.
"Really, who?" Bulma asked openly surprised.
"None of your damn business woman." He snapped heading out the door. He stopped in the doorway. "Where is the phone?" He asked impatiently. Bulma glared up at him.
"It's in the hallway on the other side of the living room." She growled pointing.
Vegeta flipped her off and headed towards the hallway. Grabbing the phone he quickly dialed the number and waited irritably for someone to answer. "Talana pick up now our I'll make sure men are forever safe from you," Vegeta muttered. As if reading his thoughts the phone was answered.
"Hello this better be important I have a undead life to live and males to torture".
"Talana you obnoxious bitch quite babbling and listen to me."
"Veggie?"
"No the Supreme God of the Universe, of course it's me and don't call me Veggie."
"Yes Veggie, now how can I serve you Supreme God of the Universe." Vegeta sighed; his sister always did know how to push his buttons exactly at the wrong times.
(AN: Yes he has a sister, bet you didn't see that coming and guess what else he has.Audience waits with baited breath. Sorry not telling. audience all does anime fall.)
"By the way, how did you get this phone number?" Talana questioned.
"I got the fucking phone number you imbosole of a sibling."
"You did, I thought Tobias got it."
"No, and will you please focus."
"Ok ok no need to get so touchy about it wait one sec I have to finish something, "Vegeta hears the phone go on speaker a horrible scream and then a man sobbing.
"You monster those were my pride and joy." the man spat out between sobs.
"Well maybe that will teach you to try to rape innocent girls." Talana calmly replied.
"Your no innocent."
"Well technically no, I used to be but then a creep like you hurt me really bad and all the other girls you hurt WERE innocent and as much as I would like to torture you some more my brothers on the phone so I got to. Go hope you have fun in the next dimension. Vegeta heard an explosion in the background then the
Then the click of the phone going off speaker.
"I'm back,"Talana sang into the receiver she was always cheerful after she had just castrated some annoying man. "So why are you calling, are you hurt?"
"No."
"Maimed?"
"No."
"Dead?"
"Yes."
"No not that dead, dead dead?"
"Would I be calling you if I was?" Vegeta asked scathingly.
"Guess not but a girl can always hope."
"Alright enough of this mindless chitchat," Vegeta raged finally reaching the edge of his very short temper.
"Aright alright, whatever now once again what can I do for you."
"I'm calling to invite you to a party."
"A party?"
"Yes a party, do you need your hearing checked our something."
"Since when do YOU go to parties?"
"Since now, and I need your help with a project."
"A project, what kind of project?" she asked suddenly interested.
"Um, does it really matter?" Vegeta asked nervously.
"What kind of project?" she asked her voice suddenly deadly.
"A woman." Tensing up as he waited for the unavoidable scream.
"AAAAAAAA WWWWWHHHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Vegeta what the hell was that?" Bulma asked sticking her head in through the doorway.
"VEGETA WHO THE HELL IS THAT.IS THAT THE WHORE YOUR SCREWING.WHAT THE FUCK IS HER NAME YOU BETTER TELL ME OR I'LL GET IT OUT OF THAT POINTY HEAD OF YOURS THE HARD WAY."
"What did she say!!!! She better not have called me a fucking whore!!!!!" Bulma said coming fully into the hall. "Who the hell is that!!!!"
"No one woman, just one of my friends she has very bad mental problems." Vegeta said waving her away.
"EXCUSE ME! I HAVE MENTAL PROBLEMS LOOK WHO'S TALKING THE MAN WHO TORTURES PRIESTS FOR FUN! I JUST CASTRATE ASSHOLES WHATS YOUR EXCUSE?????"
"I told you she was deranged," Vegeta says looking at Bulma. "Talana have you taken your medicine today?" Vegeta said enjoying the charade. "So are you coming or not?"
"WHY YOU LIT- coming? Coming to what?"
"The party you brain damaged sexist pig."
"I'm sexist what about you you're the who refuses to call every person by their given name except Tobias and I! I should castrate you in fact I will I just wonder why I didn't do it sooner."
"Talana?"
"Yes."
"Shut up and it's not that kind of project and are you coming to the party or not."
"Yes my Lord."
"Good, bring Tobias."
"Why?"
"To keep you under control."
"Fine see yea then." The phone was hung up.
Mean while.
Yamcha sat staring at the picture in the paper. 'She is so beautiful.' He though wishfully. 'If only we could meet I'm sure she'd love me.' He let he index finger trace the line of her lips. It stopped on a quote underneath Bulma's picture.
"If only The Black Flame were alive to day it would make my ki research a whole lot easier."
"Ki? I can do that." Yamcha said still looking at the quote. "I got it!" He shouted jumping to his feet. Grabbing his coat he ran out the door and into the sky.
(AN: What does Yamcha have accept a case of hysteria? Find out next time on Bulma and the Dark Prince. I've always wanted to say that. Well ever since I started writing this chapter. )
Talana
"Stupid son-of-a-bitch. Thinks he can just walk into my office and get what ever he wants. Well I'll show him." Bulma grumbled under her breath walking to her door. Still grumbling she pulled her house keys out of her pocket. But the ring that the keys were on caught on her pocket and fell to the ground. "Dam keys giving me trouble now are you. Vegeta!" She shouted standing up again.
Sure enough there was Vegeta standing before her a duffel bag swung over his shoulder.
"What the fuck do you think your doing sneaking up on people." Not waiting for the answer she walked passed him. She then violently shoved her key into the tiny hole and walked into her house.
"My I come in?" An aggravated Vegeta asked form behind her.
"You know that's the first bit of manners you've used since I met you." Bulma said turning around to face him. It was then that she noticed what he was wearing.
He wore loose black jeans with a silver chain going down to his knee and a tight white undershirt. The shirt was so tight that Bulma could see very clearly his very well muscled chest. He looked more like an angry teen than a 20 some-odd-year old man.
"Well, may I come in?" He said his voice dripping with annoyance.
"Oh yes come in." She said moving out of his way. He walked passed her making his way through the living room and into the kitchen. Shaking her head she trailed after him.
"Where do I sleep?" Vegeta asked sifting his bag higher on his shoulder.
"Well, the only real bedrooms are up those stairs." She said pointing to the right. Scowling he started up the flight of stairs. Rolling her eyes she followed him up. When she reached the top she could see Vegeta's hand on her doorknob.
"Hey that's my room!" Bulma called catching up with him. Vegeta stopped and glared at her. He moved one door to the left. Turning the knob he went in without a second glance.
"What is it with this guy?" Bulma mumbled under her breath stomping after him.
The room it's self had a blue carpet and white walls. Inside was one bed in the center of the room with a nightstand and a dresser to the right. Vegeta dropped his bag on the bed.
"This will do." He said looking around the room.
"Fine by me. Dinner's at 7:30."Bulma said starting to close the door.
"I will not lower myself to eat dinner at the same table as you." He said opening the closet door looking around in distaste.
"Fine breakfast is at 6:00." She said trying to close the door again.
"I'll make my own breakfast, I'd hate to see what you call cooking." His said glaring at her out of the corner of his eye.
"For the last God-damn-time, fine. I don't care as long as you're in my lab at 7:00 sharp." She said slamming the door.
The next morning Vegeta was in a slightly better mood. He always seemed to feel better after he had eaten. He smiled at the memory. It had been around lunchtime in a small western city in Italy. It hadn't been all that hard to convince a young hungry woman to join him for lunch. She just didn't know what kind of lunch. Vegeta focused on the blood inside him. It was young and vibrant with just a hint of wine. 'I'll have to remember to go back there again.' He thought heading into the house through the kitchen door.
The first thing that struck him was that Bulma was there. She sat at a wooden table, sheets of paper spread out in front of her. She wore a white T-shirt and a short pair of cut offs. She had her hair pulled up in a loose bun with a pencil jabbed through it to make it stay. She seemed to be having a fun time with what ever she was working on. But instant he walked in though she looked like she'd smelt something bad.
"Vegeta, I thought you were going to make your own breakfast. If so do it and leave us alone." Bulma growled scornfully from where she sat. Vegeta glared at her.
"I've already had my breakfast."
"I can see that. You have some red stuff on the corner of your mouth. What is that stuff anyway?" She said narrowing her eye's to see what it was. He ran his finger along the side of his mouth; it came back with blood on it.
"Ketchup." He said licking his finger clean. Bulma looked at him in disgust.
"Having burgers for breakfast that's disgusting." She said shivering at the thought.
"Burgers, yes I do call them that at times." Vegeta dangerously shifted his gaze as he noticed the other two people at the table.
The first person he noticed was the man. He had black glasses half hidden under light lavender hair and was looking quite nervously at the both of them. The other was a woman with bright blond hair and was smiling at him stupidly.
"Now Bulma honey, that's no way to talk to your guest. And boy, what a guest he is!" The woman said turning to wink at the angry woman.
"Mom!" Bulma shouted horrified. But her mom didn't seem to notice her gapping daughter.
"He is very cute. I bet you have all the girls line up around the block waiting for you to ask them out." Bulma's mom said turning back to him. "That reminds me, who are you inviting?" She asked looking at him expectantly. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Inviting?" he questioned looking at Bulma.
"Bulma, you didn't tell him?" Said the man to her left.
"I forgot." She said apologetically. "We're having a party here tomorrow night. If you want you can invite someone." Just saying those words seemed to come as a struggle.
He thought about it a minute. There was only one person he really knew that would come and she hated it when he was around another woman for very long. But he could use her mind manipulation powers right now.
"Yes, I will invite someone." He said smirking at the thought.
"Really, who?" Bulma asked openly surprised.
"None of your damn business woman." He snapped heading out the door. He stopped in the doorway. "Where is the phone?" He asked impatiently. Bulma glared up at him.
"It's in the hallway on the other side of the living room." She growled pointing.
Vegeta flipped her off and headed towards the hallway. Grabbing the phone he quickly dialed the number and waited irritably for someone to answer. "Talana pick up now our I'll make sure men are forever safe from you," Vegeta muttered. As if reading his thoughts the phone was answered.
"Hello this better be important I have a undead life to live and males to torture".
"Talana you obnoxious bitch quite babbling and listen to me."
"Veggie?"
"No the Supreme God of the Universe, of course it's me and don't call me Veggie."
"Yes Veggie, now how can I serve you Supreme God of the Universe." Vegeta sighed; his sister always did know how to push his buttons exactly at the wrong times.
(AN: Yes he has a sister, bet you didn't see that coming and guess what else he has.Audience waits with baited breath. Sorry not telling. audience all does anime fall.)
"By the way, how did you get this phone number?" Talana questioned.
"I got the fucking phone number you imbosole of a sibling."
"You did, I thought Tobias got it."
"No, and will you please focus."
"Ok ok no need to get so touchy about it wait one sec I have to finish something, "Vegeta hears the phone go on speaker a horrible scream and then a man sobbing.
"You monster those were my pride and joy." the man spat out between sobs.
"Well maybe that will teach you to try to rape innocent girls." Talana calmly replied.
"Your no innocent."
"Well technically no, I used to be but then a creep like you hurt me really bad and all the other girls you hurt WERE innocent and as much as I would like to torture you some more my brothers on the phone so I got to. Go hope you have fun in the next dimension. Vegeta heard an explosion in the background then the
Then the click of the phone going off speaker.
"I'm back,"Talana sang into the receiver she was always cheerful after she had just castrated some annoying man. "So why are you calling, are you hurt?"
"No."
"Maimed?"
"No."
"Dead?"
"Yes."
"No not that dead, dead dead?"
"Would I be calling you if I was?" Vegeta asked scathingly.
"Guess not but a girl can always hope."
"Alright enough of this mindless chitchat," Vegeta raged finally reaching the edge of his very short temper.
"Aright alright, whatever now once again what can I do for you."
"I'm calling to invite you to a party."
"A party?"
"Yes a party, do you need your hearing checked our something."
"Since when do YOU go to parties?"
"Since now, and I need your help with a project."
"A project, what kind of project?" she asked suddenly interested.
"Um, does it really matter?" Vegeta asked nervously.
"What kind of project?" she asked her voice suddenly deadly.
"A woman." Tensing up as he waited for the unavoidable scream.
"AAAAAAAA WWWWWHHHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Vegeta what the hell was that?" Bulma asked sticking her head in through the doorway.
"VEGETA WHO THE HELL IS THAT.IS THAT THE WHORE YOUR SCREWING.WHAT THE FUCK IS HER NAME YOU BETTER TELL ME OR I'LL GET IT OUT OF THAT POINTY HEAD OF YOURS THE HARD WAY."
"What did she say!!!! She better not have called me a fucking whore!!!!!" Bulma said coming fully into the hall. "Who the hell is that!!!!"
"No one woman, just one of my friends she has very bad mental problems." Vegeta said waving her away.
"EXCUSE ME! I HAVE MENTAL PROBLEMS LOOK WHO'S TALKING THE MAN WHO TORTURES PRIESTS FOR FUN! I JUST CASTRATE ASSHOLES WHATS YOUR EXCUSE?????"
"I told you she was deranged," Vegeta says looking at Bulma. "Talana have you taken your medicine today?" Vegeta said enjoying the charade. "So are you coming or not?"
"WHY YOU LIT- coming? Coming to what?"
"The party you brain damaged sexist pig."
"I'm sexist what about you you're the who refuses to call every person by their given name except Tobias and I! I should castrate you in fact I will I just wonder why I didn't do it sooner."
"Talana?"
"Yes."
"Shut up and it's not that kind of project and are you coming to the party or not."
"Yes my Lord."
"Good, bring Tobias."
"Why?"
"To keep you under control."
"Fine see yea then." The phone was hung up.
Mean while.
Yamcha sat staring at the picture in the paper. 'She is so beautiful.' He though wishfully. 'If only we could meet I'm sure she'd love me.' He let he index finger trace the line of her lips. It stopped on a quote underneath Bulma's picture.
"If only The Black Flame were alive to day it would make my ki research a whole lot easier."
"Ki? I can do that." Yamcha said still looking at the quote. "I got it!" He shouted jumping to his feet. Grabbing his coat he ran out the door and into the sky.
(AN: What does Yamcha have accept a case of hysteria? Find out next time on Bulma and the Dark Prince. I've always wanted to say that. Well ever since I started writing this chapter. )