Disclaimer: (Yeah, I should of put this on the first chapter but,
whatever.)
Do you really think I own anything of value? The money from my after school
job goes to stuff like food and clothing so I can't afford anything that's
even slightly valuable. Seriously, when robbers come to steal my stuff they
leave their loot behind because they feel sorry for me. Oh yeah, a Japanese
man who's name I can't spell owns DBZ but if there's anything you really
don't recognise in the story it's probably mine. (my precioussss) So there.
Leave me alone.
Okay, here's the deal. This takes place after the whole Buu thing but as I haven't seen DBZ in quite some time so it may be a little AU. Goku's alive and Gohan is still in High school. Oh, and I'm not really paying any attention to DBGT because frankly, I know nothing about it.
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The spiky-haired man stalked down the main hallway of the apartment building, a permanent scowl etched into his face. Although it was tastefully decorated, with potted plants settled in wall alcoves, the hallway retained a sense of being too clean, as if a tidal wave of cleaning products were constantly being sent through the labyrinth of corridors. The harsh lighting supplied by florescent tubing flickered, irritating the eyes. The man wrinkled his nose slightly, the chemical fumes seemed unbelievably strong and were giving him a headache. The prince of all sayians was doing an errand for a human banshee, and was not pleased. The only reason he agreed to go in the end was just so he could irritate the baseball-playing baka but now he was deeply regretting his decision. With a brown-paper wrapped box under one arm, he passed door after door before arriving at his location. Apartment 96. Home of Yamcha and Puar.
"Open up you baka." Vegeta mumbled under his breathe as he attempted to tap lightly on the door. With his sayian strength it ended up being quite a loud thump.
The navy blue door which was now sporting a sizeable dent eased open and a two bloodshot eyes peered out at Vegeta from the darkened interior.
"Hey pizza dude, Here's your cash." An extremely intoxicated Yamcha grabbed at Vegeta, shoving a wad of cash in his direction. "Where's the pizza?"
"I am not the 'pizza dude' you insolent baka and you're drunk." Yet again, Vegeta wrinkled his delicate nose as Yamcha reeked of whiskey.
"Vegeta? Oh, sorry man. Didn't recognise you out of your training gear. Come on in." He stumbled back into the darkness of the apartment, waving Vegeta in with a drunken gesture.
Vegeta was currently dressed in black. Black baggy jeans, black sneakers and a black tee-shirt. The clothing had been bought by Bulma to replace the pink badman shirt and the yellow pants which had mysteriously disappeared. The shirt stated in large white letters, 'Warning: Permanently Pissed.' Oddly enough, this new set of clothing was Vegeta's favourite, apart from his training gear.
Vegeta followed the scarred man into the dark room, noting that it didn't look like it had been cleaned for days. "Where's Puar?" he asked as he carefully avoided stepping in some miscellaneous substance on the carpeted floor.
Yamcha froze on his way to the kitchen, then continued on his way. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"
Vegeta was taken back by that reply. How the hell should he know? It should be how the hell shouldn't he know. That furball was like a second shadow to Yamcha.
"When's the last time you saw her?"
"Dunno. Saturday maybe. Or Sunday. I don't remember." Yamcha turned to look at Vegeta, "What day is it today?" He raised a nearly empty bottle of whiskey from a coffee table and took a swig. "Does it matter?" He started to giggle.
Vegeta gave Yamcha a hard look, then left the apartment, taking the package with him. As soon as he was outside he rocketed into the sky, heading back to Capsule Corps.
Damn drunken idiot. Puar's been gone nearly a week and he didn't tell anyone! Though I can see why Fuzzball left. But she could of been taken. Why the hell do I care? Vegeta snarled at himself.
Because it's impossible not to like Fuzzball. She's kinda like Kakarot but smarter.
Again Vegeta snarled at the fact that, even if he could hide it from everyone else, he didn't really hate...Goku....but could put up with him. Sort of like a very annoying sibling. The only people he really hated were that afro-headed freak and Yamcha.
And now I have a brand new reason to hate that baka. The woman will take care of it though. I won't allow people to know that I actually give a damn whether Fuzzball is okay. It would spoil my reputation.
Then he sank down to the roof of the CC building and made his way to the lab to find the woman.
Okay, here's the deal. This takes place after the whole Buu thing but as I haven't seen DBZ in quite some time so it may be a little AU. Goku's alive and Gohan is still in High school. Oh, and I'm not really paying any attention to DBGT because frankly, I know nothing about it.
*&^%$#@*&^%$#@*&^%$#@
The spiky-haired man stalked down the main hallway of the apartment building, a permanent scowl etched into his face. Although it was tastefully decorated, with potted plants settled in wall alcoves, the hallway retained a sense of being too clean, as if a tidal wave of cleaning products were constantly being sent through the labyrinth of corridors. The harsh lighting supplied by florescent tubing flickered, irritating the eyes. The man wrinkled his nose slightly, the chemical fumes seemed unbelievably strong and were giving him a headache. The prince of all sayians was doing an errand for a human banshee, and was not pleased. The only reason he agreed to go in the end was just so he could irritate the baseball-playing baka but now he was deeply regretting his decision. With a brown-paper wrapped box under one arm, he passed door after door before arriving at his location. Apartment 96. Home of Yamcha and Puar.
"Open up you baka." Vegeta mumbled under his breathe as he attempted to tap lightly on the door. With his sayian strength it ended up being quite a loud thump.
The navy blue door which was now sporting a sizeable dent eased open and a two bloodshot eyes peered out at Vegeta from the darkened interior.
"Hey pizza dude, Here's your cash." An extremely intoxicated Yamcha grabbed at Vegeta, shoving a wad of cash in his direction. "Where's the pizza?"
"I am not the 'pizza dude' you insolent baka and you're drunk." Yet again, Vegeta wrinkled his delicate nose as Yamcha reeked of whiskey.
"Vegeta? Oh, sorry man. Didn't recognise you out of your training gear. Come on in." He stumbled back into the darkness of the apartment, waving Vegeta in with a drunken gesture.
Vegeta was currently dressed in black. Black baggy jeans, black sneakers and a black tee-shirt. The clothing had been bought by Bulma to replace the pink badman shirt and the yellow pants which had mysteriously disappeared. The shirt stated in large white letters, 'Warning: Permanently Pissed.' Oddly enough, this new set of clothing was Vegeta's favourite, apart from his training gear.
Vegeta followed the scarred man into the dark room, noting that it didn't look like it had been cleaned for days. "Where's Puar?" he asked as he carefully avoided stepping in some miscellaneous substance on the carpeted floor.
Yamcha froze on his way to the kitchen, then continued on his way. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"
Vegeta was taken back by that reply. How the hell should he know? It should be how the hell shouldn't he know. That furball was like a second shadow to Yamcha.
"When's the last time you saw her?"
"Dunno. Saturday maybe. Or Sunday. I don't remember." Yamcha turned to look at Vegeta, "What day is it today?" He raised a nearly empty bottle of whiskey from a coffee table and took a swig. "Does it matter?" He started to giggle.
Vegeta gave Yamcha a hard look, then left the apartment, taking the package with him. As soon as he was outside he rocketed into the sky, heading back to Capsule Corps.
Damn drunken idiot. Puar's been gone nearly a week and he didn't tell anyone! Though I can see why Fuzzball left. But she could of been taken. Why the hell do I care? Vegeta snarled at himself.
Because it's impossible not to like Fuzzball. She's kinda like Kakarot but smarter.
Again Vegeta snarled at the fact that, even if he could hide it from everyone else, he didn't really hate...Goku....but could put up with him. Sort of like a very annoying sibling. The only people he really hated were that afro-headed freak and Yamcha.
And now I have a brand new reason to hate that baka. The woman will take care of it though. I won't allow people to know that I actually give a damn whether Fuzzball is okay. It would spoil my reputation.
Then he sank down to the roof of the CC building and made his way to the lab to find the woman.