Chap 4: Meet the Big Guy and his idiot son...

The cars stopped in front of a very large house on a cliff over a serene beach. Don Roshi's mansion was the largest home on the west coast, of course he didn't pay any taxes on it, the government couldn't touch him either. He had just eluded them too long and after about 40 years they eventually gave up. The tiled roof reflected the raising sun on the east side, leaving the back side of the house covered in shadows. Everyone walked up to the front gates; the security guard recognized them and immediately opened them. They started up the walk way, the main door was opened by Roshi's wife, Villa. Villa was several years younger than Roshi at the age of 50, and though he had had many mistresses (still does), she had stayed with him to raise their son Yamcha. The blonde invited them inside, "What are you all doing here?"

"Villa, Tien gave us the wrong information." Bulma answered solemnly, "We're here to report him."

Villa face dropped, "Tien? He wouldn't do that. He would rat you all out, would he?"

Vegeta 'hmphed', "He almost got us caught because of the wrong information. He stayed at the house for months to get it; he had to consciously gave us the wrong information."

Villa nodded, she had dealt with this before, "I'll get Yamcha, he'll take care of it."

"No." Vegeta said forcefully, he didn't want the idiot around Bulma. He was still suspicious of that rumor, she didn't just go to see her mother, there had to be an incentive.

"Fine, I'll get Roshi, but he won't be happy you woke him up."

Vegeta smirked, "I'm his favorite, and he'll get over it."

"Have it your way. You can all sit in the kitchen, you all look famished." she left the room and walked up the grand marble staircase.

Goku smiled, "She knows us too well."

"No, she knows you and Vegeta too well." Eighteen said.

The kitchen held a breathtaking view of the ocean. They each took a stool at the island in the middle of the room, except for Goku who rummaged through the refrigerator looking for food.

Bulma put her head on her arms, she was tired beyond belief. It was amazing how tiring the after effects of an adrenaline rush could be. She looked around the room; she hadn't been here since her last birthday, when they held the party here. The kitchen had changed from a wooden country theme to a modern uptake on Spanish architecture. It looked better than it did before. The heard sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the kitchen; she sat up straight in time to see Don Roshi walk through the kitchen door.

The Gray haired, more bald head than hair really, old man looked somewhat cranky, most likely do to the fact that he was awake before 9am. Bulma looked at her watch, it was 5am. No wonder she was tired. Yamcha walked in a second later, looking equally annoyed until he eyes landed appreciatively on Bulma. Vegeta caught the glance and growled low in his throat, Yamcha turned his attention to him. The two glared daggers at each other, they had been rivals since Vegeta had been brought into the family as a favorite of the Don's. He might as well be the Don's adopted son, which was something Yamcha resented.

Roshi looked at he two briefly. Though Yamcha was his son, he lacked the attitude needed to get ahead in the family business, Vegeta possessed exactly what the requirements were: Strength, power, attitude, and complete disregard for authority figures. Yamcha couldn't command a single lackey (without bribing them) into action if his life depended on it. Roshi smiled, and they both wanted the same girl, this could get interesting, "What's wrong?"

Eighteen spoke, "The alarm went off at the house."

"Did you get the diamond?"

"Yes." Vegeta answered.

"Bulma, was the equipment off in any way?"

"No, I had downloaded all the information Tien had given. He failed to tell us that there was a pressure sensitive area underneath the diamond."

"What do you mean he failed to tell you?" Yamcha asked. Bulma looked him over. Wife beater, black sweats, bare feet, not bad; but not good enough. She rolled her eyes, "He didn't give us the information. He did not put that that important little tidbit in the file he gave us. He almost got us caught."

Yamcha still didn't seem to get it, or maybe he didn't want to, Tien was his best friend. Roshi spoke the words Vegeta had wanted to hear, "What would you like me to do?"

"Make him dead."

Bulma's face dropped, "Isn't take a little harsh, you could have just said, kill him." she thought that over, "Ok, well however you say it, it sounds bad, but-"

Vegeta rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Onna, shut up."

"Fine, but only because I'm not making any sense." she immaturely stuck out her tongue, he just raised an eyebrow.

Roshi held back laughter, "Are you sure this isn't something to be taken lightly, if one of you doesn't want this done say it now."

The group was silent. Yamcha said 'No'.

Roshi looked at him, "You do not have a say in this young man, he may be your best friend, but he also knows the rules for handing out false information to anyone in the family."

Yamcha looked away, "Fine, have it your way."

Roshi turned to Villa, who was looking out of one of the balcony windows, "Villa, could you contact Nappa for me?"

She nodded and left the kitchen, he turned to them, "All of you will stay here for the day. You know where your rooms are. I'll see you all at dinner, remember to dress formally." He left.

Every one was slowly leaving the kitchen to go to their rooms and catch up on some sleep, Yamcha grabbed Bulma's wrist and stopped her, he whispered in her ear, "I want to talk to you."

"Let me go. I told you on Capri, if you touched me again I'd have no problem kicking your ass."

"Like I was really listening. Are you still telling everyone you went to see your mother?"

"I did go to see my mother, you just happened to be there."

"Well, what can I say, your mother loves me."

"She hates your guts, idiot. You invited yourself over to her mansion."

Yamcha looked furious, "Why are you so afraid of me?"

"I'm not, you're just an asshole. Sorry, but the answer is still no. I won't go out with you."

"Bitch-"

"Watch what you say to her, weakling." Vegeta was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, scowling. Once he realized Bulma was still in the kitchen with Yamcha he decided he'd better make sure things didn't get too out of hand. Yamcha may look semi-sweet but he had a few rape charges under his belt.

Yamcha glared at him, "I'll say what I want to her."

"The fuck you will."

Bulma wrenched her hand out of his and walked over slightly behind Vegeta.

"Little whore, he has you wrapped around his finger doesn't he? He calls you come, isn't that right?"

"Fuck you Yamcha, he doesn't have to resort to force to get anyone screw him." Bulma defended. Vegeta thought rapists were the lowest of the low, he thought the act disgusting.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her comment and smirked, "She's right, they just come flocking towards me; I'm irresistible."

Yamcha had had enough of the conversation, "Think what you will, you disgusting pig." he glared at Bulma," No more Mr. Nice Guy, I'll have you if it's the last thing I do." He took the back stairs out of the kitchen.

Bulma let out a sigh of relief, "God I hate him."

"So he was at Capri."

"Vegeta, not now. I'm tired, I have just been brutally insulted, and threatened. I do not want to talk about Capri."

"Too bad, you're going to. Start talking."

"Hell no. I'm going to bed."

"Not until you tell me what happened."

"I'll tell you later."

"You'll tell me now."

She looked up at him, "Make me."

It was a simple enough command. Vegeta though did the least expected thing he could think of, something subconsciously he had wanted to do for as long as he had known her. His lips brushed hers, then met in a passionate kiss.