You'd think my mom is unique ( Son-Kun being left aside ). Well, she's not.
And believe me, for I was spending a "wonderful" afternoon with her and her
ever-happy friends. It was a "must-attend" occasion, which was fortunately
coming to an end. We had undergone the usual rituals: tea, cookies, gossip
and now only the Kodak-moments were standing between freedom and me. In
case you didn't figure it out by now, mom had a big passion for taking
pictures. I was practising the very refined art of pretending to be
interested, when in fact you were bored to death, when a picture caught my
attention. It was taken during that kid's visit from the future: there was
the kid, or better said the kid's profile. That made me wonder again who
were his parents. He had a jacket with CC logo on, so, I figured out that
he must e be somebody close to my family to wear it.
I tried to let go of the mystery, but my mind refused it, as it always does. There is nothing that caught my attention as an unsolved problem. Guess it comes with the geniality.
***
Dinner time
That night had been one of the few occasions Vegeta had dinner with us. He seemed to be particularly cheerful ( as cheerful as a psycho not killing can be - guess I'm too judgmental - he must have some heart hidden somewhere, after all that little brain of his must be blood- irrigated somehow ). My parents eat quickly and disappeared into the night. ( Great parents, ne ? ) Vegeta was getting on my nerves, addressing me with "servant woman" and not letting me savour my dinner in peace.
"Vegeta, for the last time, I have a name! I know it's a great effort for your brain, but try and remember it ! Goku can, why can't you ! " I yelled, frustrated.
Then I realised I had broken rule number one when dealing with Vegeta: ' Never mention Goku, and, especially, never mention Goku as being better that he !'
Before I had time to put some sugar on my harsh words, I was flung from the chair by a hand grabbing my neck. It's a wonder I didn't piss myself, for I was so sure I was going to die. I couldn't scream, but I kicked him with my legs and arms, and clawed him like a wild kitten. Vegeta seemed amused, as if he knew something I didn't. Then he started to squeeze my neck, very slowly, while watching with detachment as I suffered. The pain was unbearable, as if my lungs had caught fire and my chest was ready to explode. I sure was sorry at that point. Had I known I was going to die that day, I would have told him more about his un-princely manners. But most of all I was scared.I knew him to be a killer, but I had assumed that, because we helped him, we would be fine.. guess I was wrong, dead wrong.
Fortunately, for my future existence Yamcha decided to show up at that moment. Surprisingly, we got along now, as friends, better that ever.
Sensing his ki ( probably, how would I know ? ), Vegeta stopped choking me and turned his head toward the door. This is when I realised it. His profile was identical to the one of the kid. I was so shocked, that I didn't remember what happened next. It is still a blur. Vegeta was going to be a father. It made sense, if you think about it: The boy could only be his or Goku's son. And th Sons were out of the picture, since blue eyes were not running in their family. Or lavender hair, for that matter. But they did in mine. I absently stroke my hair, as Yamcha was asking me something with a very concerned face. I snapped out of the shock, and looked around to see what had happened. I was on the floor, and probably I looked like a mess for me ex kept on asking me
"Who did that ? It was Vegeta right ? That is the last time he abuses you, Bulma ! I'm going to take care of things right now !"
It took a while to convince him that I was ok, and he needn't worry. I was sure Vegeta would kill him without a second thought. And somehow, the prince's new attitude made me wonder if Son-Kun could stop him now. Had he become a Super-Saiyan ? If so, we were doomed.
I tried to let go of the mystery, but my mind refused it, as it always does. There is nothing that caught my attention as an unsolved problem. Guess it comes with the geniality.
***
Dinner time
That night had been one of the few occasions Vegeta had dinner with us. He seemed to be particularly cheerful ( as cheerful as a psycho not killing can be - guess I'm too judgmental - he must have some heart hidden somewhere, after all that little brain of his must be blood- irrigated somehow ). My parents eat quickly and disappeared into the night. ( Great parents, ne ? ) Vegeta was getting on my nerves, addressing me with "servant woman" and not letting me savour my dinner in peace.
"Vegeta, for the last time, I have a name! I know it's a great effort for your brain, but try and remember it ! Goku can, why can't you ! " I yelled, frustrated.
Then I realised I had broken rule number one when dealing with Vegeta: ' Never mention Goku, and, especially, never mention Goku as being better that he !'
Before I had time to put some sugar on my harsh words, I was flung from the chair by a hand grabbing my neck. It's a wonder I didn't piss myself, for I was so sure I was going to die. I couldn't scream, but I kicked him with my legs and arms, and clawed him like a wild kitten. Vegeta seemed amused, as if he knew something I didn't. Then he started to squeeze my neck, very slowly, while watching with detachment as I suffered. The pain was unbearable, as if my lungs had caught fire and my chest was ready to explode. I sure was sorry at that point. Had I known I was going to die that day, I would have told him more about his un-princely manners. But most of all I was scared.I knew him to be a killer, but I had assumed that, because we helped him, we would be fine.. guess I was wrong, dead wrong.
Fortunately, for my future existence Yamcha decided to show up at that moment. Surprisingly, we got along now, as friends, better that ever.
Sensing his ki ( probably, how would I know ? ), Vegeta stopped choking me and turned his head toward the door. This is when I realised it. His profile was identical to the one of the kid. I was so shocked, that I didn't remember what happened next. It is still a blur. Vegeta was going to be a father. It made sense, if you think about it: The boy could only be his or Goku's son. And th Sons were out of the picture, since blue eyes were not running in their family. Or lavender hair, for that matter. But they did in mine. I absently stroke my hair, as Yamcha was asking me something with a very concerned face. I snapped out of the shock, and looked around to see what had happened. I was on the floor, and probably I looked like a mess for me ex kept on asking me
"Who did that ? It was Vegeta right ? That is the last time he abuses you, Bulma ! I'm going to take care of things right now !"
It took a while to convince him that I was ok, and he needn't worry. I was sure Vegeta would kill him without a second thought. And somehow, the prince's new attitude made me wonder if Son-Kun could stop him now. Had he become a Super-Saiyan ? If so, we were doomed.