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Chapter 5:
Months passed without much incident. Vegeta became more acquainted with Earth's customs particularly Rock n' Roll, and the random fast food places that dotted his town. He'd found himself a nice little apartment in a quiet town called Stogstill, which he'd found to be conveniently already furnished, complete with a mega bass stereo system on which he blasted Metallica day and night. He'd had several complaints from the neighbors and a warning from the main office, but he ignored them, not caring that their own lives were so miserable that they wanted to make his new life miserable as well.
One of these neighbors, a really sexy punk chic, who had appeared to be trying to sleep, came slamming her fist against his door one night, and after a fifteen minute long screaming match the two subconsciously decided that they were perfect for each other. They went out on several dates, if you could call drinking in the back of a rusty '67 Oldsmobile a date.
Noticing, one day that he wasn't going to reach Super Saiyan if he sat on his ass all day and listened to Metallica, he began to train in his living room. One thousand one-armed push ups before taking a walk to the woods behind the apartments where he could practice his katas without destroying the entire building, was his daily routine. Every week he went grocery shopping, restocking his large freezer with huge steaks, chicken and ham. If everything else about this planet was horrible, then at least the humans knew how to eat. The food here was the best he'd ever had.
He'd discovered one food that was almost irresistible; chocolate. Even if it made him sick if he ate too much, he still ate it all the time. He just kept the amounts he consumed to a minimum.
Bulma stopped buying tabloids when she realized that the alien she'd set loose on her planet months before wasn't going to do anything rash. She decided that he would want to keep a low profile on a planet he had originally come to purge, and wait until Goku came back. Well he was going to be waiting a while, she guessed, since the dragon had said that he didn't want to come back yet.
One thing good had happened since the whole mess started; Yamcha was brought back to life with the help of the Namekian dragonballs, and the Nameks were sent home. Life was peaceful in West City.
"Are you coming?" Tish screeched through his open door, her black eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Stop your bitching, I'm coming!" Was his gruff reply as he pulled his well worn leather jacket around his shoulders before stepping out the door and locking it. He turned to her, his eyes taking in her long black pants, black hair, black eye shadow, tight black Metallica shirt, black everything. He loved it.
"Ready?"
"Does it look like it?" He growled. She had had the nerve to wake him up at one to go to a bar.
"Hey! I'm not gonna put up with your grumpy ass today! Be nice!"
"Only if you are," He said with a smirk.
She also smirked before poking him in the chest. "Well you got a fat chance of that!"
"I know." He gave her a wolfish grin before leaning in for a kiss which she accepted. They broke away only when they needed air.
"Well. Let's go!" She said excitedly before running down the hall towards the stairwell at full speed. "Bet ya can't catch me!"
"Oh I bet I can." He said going along with her little game and chasing after her. She shrieked with laughter before running down the stairs, her heavy boots slowing her down enough so that Vegeta had time to jump over the railing to the bottom of the steps, earning an amused yell from her as she turned the other way. He surprised her again by phasing out and appearing in front of her. Scooping her up, he flew out the nearest window, with Tish laughing in her delight.
The bar was full to the bursting point with noisy rowdy humans and it was a wonder that Vegeta didn't bolt the moment he saw it. He didn't do to well in crowds, but he stuck by Tish's side all the same. The real thing he wasn't ready for, however, was the appearance of someone who looked extremely familiar. A tall strong looking man, dressed in an orange gi, two very noticeable scars on his face, walked in quietly and sat at the bar where he ordered a large vodka.
Tish noticed Vegeta staring at the man with a curious look on his face and decided to abandon her drink for a second and ask him about it. "What's up?"
From Vegeta's obscured point of view in the back of the bar, (and slightly intoxicated one) he couldn't quiet figure out where he'd seen the guy before. "That guy looks familiar."
She screwed up her face in an attempt to get a better look at him. "That ugly ass guy with the ridicules looking scars on his face?" she asked pointing at the guy, who now looked like he'd had better days.
"The very one," Then he grunted in surprise as recognition hit him in the face like a well aimed ki blast. "But I killed that guy. I watched as he died right in front of me."
"How could you have killed him if he's sitting right there?"
"...the Dragonballs." He muttered under his breath.
"The what?"
"The Dragonballs. I... died once and I was brought back with them. Remember? I told you all about it."
She released an amused snort. "Yeah and I still think you're a nut job." He glared at her and she put her hands up in defense. "I was joking with ya! C'mon Vegeta, lighten up a little!"
"And that's coming from you? Miss 'I'm queen of the underworld. Worship me and kiss my ass.'"
"Now you're pushing it."
"Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" He sat back in his chair with a smirk, folding his arms across his chest.
"Absolutely nothing. I love your badass attitude." She said before tackling him.
At the bar, Yamcha was in the process of drowning himself in the alcohol he drank and a pool of his own misery when he heard a scuffle break out over in a corner to his left. Curious, he turned to watch as a woman was pulled off someone lying on the floor. And as the person on the floor stood up, the young fighter couldn't help but fall backwards off his stool, in shock.
It was Vegeta.
A/N: Guys, I am so, so sorry you had to wait so long for such a short chapter. I feel really bad about it believe me, but don't worry, updates with this one will be more fluent throughout the next year, since I have nothing better to do than write. And to all the people who reviewed and hung with me throughout this entire mess even though I might have pissed you off a little, I thank you. You guys are great! Well I would like to go to bed now. The only reason I'm up at 2:00 in the morning is because my mom had to go to the hospital at 1:00 and I couldn't sleep so I decided to finish this chapter. Until next time!
Next Chapter: Vegeta and Yamcha clash... exciting.
Chapter 5:
Months passed without much incident. Vegeta became more acquainted with Earth's customs particularly Rock n' Roll, and the random fast food places that dotted his town. He'd found himself a nice little apartment in a quiet town called Stogstill, which he'd found to be conveniently already furnished, complete with a mega bass stereo system on which he blasted Metallica day and night. He'd had several complaints from the neighbors and a warning from the main office, but he ignored them, not caring that their own lives were so miserable that they wanted to make his new life miserable as well.
One of these neighbors, a really sexy punk chic, who had appeared to be trying to sleep, came slamming her fist against his door one night, and after a fifteen minute long screaming match the two subconsciously decided that they were perfect for each other. They went out on several dates, if you could call drinking in the back of a rusty '67 Oldsmobile a date.
Noticing, one day that he wasn't going to reach Super Saiyan if he sat on his ass all day and listened to Metallica, he began to train in his living room. One thousand one-armed push ups before taking a walk to the woods behind the apartments where he could practice his katas without destroying the entire building, was his daily routine. Every week he went grocery shopping, restocking his large freezer with huge steaks, chicken and ham. If everything else about this planet was horrible, then at least the humans knew how to eat. The food here was the best he'd ever had.
He'd discovered one food that was almost irresistible; chocolate. Even if it made him sick if he ate too much, he still ate it all the time. He just kept the amounts he consumed to a minimum.
Bulma stopped buying tabloids when she realized that the alien she'd set loose on her planet months before wasn't going to do anything rash. She decided that he would want to keep a low profile on a planet he had originally come to purge, and wait until Goku came back. Well he was going to be waiting a while, she guessed, since the dragon had said that he didn't want to come back yet.
One thing good had happened since the whole mess started; Yamcha was brought back to life with the help of the Namekian dragonballs, and the Nameks were sent home. Life was peaceful in West City.
"Are you coming?" Tish screeched through his open door, her black eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Stop your bitching, I'm coming!" Was his gruff reply as he pulled his well worn leather jacket around his shoulders before stepping out the door and locking it. He turned to her, his eyes taking in her long black pants, black hair, black eye shadow, tight black Metallica shirt, black everything. He loved it.
"Ready?"
"Does it look like it?" He growled. She had had the nerve to wake him up at one to go to a bar.
"Hey! I'm not gonna put up with your grumpy ass today! Be nice!"
"Only if you are," He said with a smirk.
She also smirked before poking him in the chest. "Well you got a fat chance of that!"
"I know." He gave her a wolfish grin before leaning in for a kiss which she accepted. They broke away only when they needed air.
"Well. Let's go!" She said excitedly before running down the hall towards the stairwell at full speed. "Bet ya can't catch me!"
"Oh I bet I can." He said going along with her little game and chasing after her. She shrieked with laughter before running down the stairs, her heavy boots slowing her down enough so that Vegeta had time to jump over the railing to the bottom of the steps, earning an amused yell from her as she turned the other way. He surprised her again by phasing out and appearing in front of her. Scooping her up, he flew out the nearest window, with Tish laughing in her delight.
The bar was full to the bursting point with noisy rowdy humans and it was a wonder that Vegeta didn't bolt the moment he saw it. He didn't do to well in crowds, but he stuck by Tish's side all the same. The real thing he wasn't ready for, however, was the appearance of someone who looked extremely familiar. A tall strong looking man, dressed in an orange gi, two very noticeable scars on his face, walked in quietly and sat at the bar where he ordered a large vodka.
Tish noticed Vegeta staring at the man with a curious look on his face and decided to abandon her drink for a second and ask him about it. "What's up?"
From Vegeta's obscured point of view in the back of the bar, (and slightly intoxicated one) he couldn't quiet figure out where he'd seen the guy before. "That guy looks familiar."
She screwed up her face in an attempt to get a better look at him. "That ugly ass guy with the ridicules looking scars on his face?" she asked pointing at the guy, who now looked like he'd had better days.
"The very one," Then he grunted in surprise as recognition hit him in the face like a well aimed ki blast. "But I killed that guy. I watched as he died right in front of me."
"How could you have killed him if he's sitting right there?"
"...the Dragonballs." He muttered under his breath.
"The what?"
"The Dragonballs. I... died once and I was brought back with them. Remember? I told you all about it."
She released an amused snort. "Yeah and I still think you're a nut job." He glared at her and she put her hands up in defense. "I was joking with ya! C'mon Vegeta, lighten up a little!"
"And that's coming from you? Miss 'I'm queen of the underworld. Worship me and kiss my ass.'"
"Now you're pushing it."
"Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" He sat back in his chair with a smirk, folding his arms across his chest.
"Absolutely nothing. I love your badass attitude." She said before tackling him.
At the bar, Yamcha was in the process of drowning himself in the alcohol he drank and a pool of his own misery when he heard a scuffle break out over in a corner to his left. Curious, he turned to watch as a woman was pulled off someone lying on the floor. And as the person on the floor stood up, the young fighter couldn't help but fall backwards off his stool, in shock.
It was Vegeta.
A/N: Guys, I am so, so sorry you had to wait so long for such a short chapter. I feel really bad about it believe me, but don't worry, updates with this one will be more fluent throughout the next year, since I have nothing better to do than write. And to all the people who reviewed and hung with me throughout this entire mess even though I might have pissed you off a little, I thank you. You guys are great! Well I would like to go to bed now. The only reason I'm up at 2:00 in the morning is because my mom had to go to the hospital at 1:00 and I couldn't sleep so I decided to finish this chapter. Until next time!
Next Chapter: Vegeta and Yamcha clash... exciting.