Chapter Two: The Plot Unfolds

She was curious, as she normally was. How had her mother gotten into a coma? Why was her father getting so emotional? How was she going to get Yamcha and Vegeta together? There I go again, she thought to herself. Yamcha and Vegeta. Shaking her head, she tunes her father back in. He had stopped crying, and as Monica looked down a her shoulder, she could see she needed to change shirts. This one was completely soaked. Sighing she stands up.

"So," she asks with a devilish smile, "what happened?"

Goku just stares at her, mouth a gap. What's his problem? Maybe she wasn't being all weepy water works about her mother, but he should know I don't like her. Right? Going to her closet Monica grabs another shirt, and again steps behind her dressing screen. This time she emerges with a pale blue tee, with the sleeves ripped off. Her muscles ripple, as she begins to warms them up.

"Dad," she states in a monotone, "can we hurry this up? I have sparing with Vegeta after dinner."

"How can you act so calm?" he screeches, "this is your mother we're talking about." Rolling her eyes, Monica flops again into the beanbag chair she had currently been sitting in. As Goku lectures her, back turned, she raises a hand and begins to do a mock version of him. Mouthing along she doesn't realize Vegeta walking into the room. A smirk forms on his beautiful lips, and he cuts Monica's father off.

"I don't thinks she's paying attention Kakkorot," he begins, "but then again who could." Monica quickly lifts a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. He can be quite humorous when he wants to be, she thought. A red faced Goku turns on her, he opens his mouth to begin the speech all over again, when Vegeta steps in between them.

"She went to the mall to calm down, after you pissed her off. On the way back she lost control of the car, and crashed into a rock. The END" he stated. "Now would you like to go sparing?" Looking up at him, Monica reaches a hand out, and he helps her up.

"I would love to spar now" she replied. Turning away from her stunned father, the two Saiyains walk out of the room, and towards the Gravity Chamber. Silence fills the air, and both seem just fine with that. Their relationship was a mutual one. Of course they would never bring it anywhere but that. Monica sneezed, and that was what "broke the ice" as we like to put it.

"So," Vegeta started. "Any regrets about your mother?" Looking up at him, Monica shakes her head, and smirks.

"What were you guys fighting about anyways?" Monica let out a long sigh, and begins.

"I didn't mean to interrupt her experiment, but you know how mom is. She takes it personally, like you fucking cut her heart out every time she's interrupted. She tried to give my some sob story about how I 'cost the company billions, and whenever I interrupt I cost them billions more'." Monica threw her hands up and waved them around. She lets out a grunt, and her hands again drop to her sides. Looking at he Stepfather, she sees a smirk forming on his face. Monica laughs, and speeds up. Reaching the Gravity Chamber, both enter. Setting the gravity to 400, Vegeta begins to warm up. Rolling her shoulders, Monica cracks her neck, and gets in a grinning fighting position. Copying her, Vegeta also gets into position. With a burst of speed, they clash. Hitting, kicking, and even some bitting occurs, and after an hour of torture Monica drops to the ground. Panting she bends over, hands on her knees.

"I quit" she states, throwing her hands up. "I'm done!" Smiling Vegeta lands beside her, gashes cover his body as does hers. He nods at her, and hands her a towel. Walking out of the Gravity Chamber, both Saiyains head to the only place worth heading after a lengthy spar. The Kitchen.

Sitting down at the table, Vegeta sighs. Monica, heads towards the fridge, and begins to pull out all sorts of sandwich making items. Grabbing the bread, Monica begins to slather some Mayo onto one piece of bread and places some meat down. Finishing the sandwiches, Monica cuts them in half, and looks at her Stepfather. His eyes have gone a glazed black, and a flush has begun to form on his cheeks.

"What's on your mind?" she asks gently handing Vegeta a thick sandwich. Looking up from the table, Vegeta shakes his head. Looking down at the sandwich, he grabs it and takes a bite.

"Well," he says with a mouth full of ham and other condiments, "you defiantly didn't inherit your mothers cooking abilities."

"Why are you avoiding the question?" Monica replied in a devilish tone. Glaring at he, Vegeta viscously takes another bite of his sandwich. Silence fills the room. Finishing her sandwich, Monica washes off her plate, and turns to Vegeta.

"I have to go make a phone call."

Walking out of the kitchen, Monic returns to her bedroom. Goku is no longer there, and she lets out a sigh of relief. Heading for the phone Monica calls her boyfriend, Greg. The phone rings once, twice...

"Hello?" comes a groggy voice.

"Hey Greg. It's Monica." she begins, stating the obvious. A devilish grin appears on her face for the millionth time that day, "I was wondering if you could help me with something?"

"And what, might I ask, would that be?" comes the groggy voice.

"Oh just a little something I like to call," she giggles "Operation Vegeta/Yamcha."

A/N: Hey guys. I hope you like this new Chappie. I'm going to be working on a second one, hopefully. Actually I think I'm going to think about the next chappie, and work on it tomorrow. See you guys later, Mel