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Chapter 6: Back to Capri?
Bulma and Chi-chi followed Villa downstairs. Unlike dinner, which was a formal affair, breakfast and lunch were casual and you could wear whatever you wanted. Within reason. Bulma and Chi-chi learned the hard way; when they were 15 tried to get away with wearing their bathing suits to the table: Roshi had ordered them back up to their rooms to change and as a punishment for bad manners for making everyone wait for them they ate in the kitchen.
Bulma and Chi-chi had never changed their clothing from the night before, they were slightly rumpled but it wouldn't get them in trouble. At the end of the stairs they took a right across the foyer in the light and airy dinning room. The glass topped marble table looked massive. Roshi was already seated at the head of the table. Vegeta's seat was to his right, Yamcha's to his left. Villa sat next to Yamcha, and next to her sat (Bulma guessed from the glare Villa sent the woman) Roshi's new mistress. Bulma's face stayed smiling but she mentally cringed, how could Roshi let the little tramp sit at the table? Let alone next to his wife. The red head smiled, she was pretty, but even though Villa was old enough to be her mother, Villa looked better than she ever would. The red head's fake rack probably helped though. Bulma took her usual seat next to Vegeta, across from Villa. Her brother used to sit in the spot she sat now, upon his death Roshi had given it to her. She looked over at Vegeta and realized he had changed, instead of the all black he was wearing last night, he had changed into a pair of baggy jeans and a red t-shirt sporting a logo on how to dump an un-wanted girlfriend. "Nice shirt."
He was already digging in full force to his food; she had to wait for him to swallow his food before she received an answer, "Thanks." He went back to eating. Not much conversation there, she thought. She looked down at her plate; it wasn't a surprise her favorite foods were littered on the surface. She started with the chicken teriyaki.
Tension rose over the table. Villa and the new mistress kept glaring and smirking alternatively at each other, a very rare awkward silence had risen between Goku and Chi-chi; Goku wasn't eating. Yamcha kept giving her glaring looks which Vegeta caught and scowled at. She had finished her plate and sat in silence, looking around the table.
Roshi smiled, the unspoken competition at the table was reaching an all time high. Vegeta looked ready to pounce on his son. If looks could kill, his new girl, Carmel, would be six feet under from the glares Villa was giving her. Don't get him wrong, he loved his wife dearly, but an old man needs to feel forever young; and a young thing like Carmel was just the thing to do it. He looked over at Chi-chi and Goku; the two weren't talking, or even arguing; that was weird. Bulma was sitting quiet as a door mouse, something very rare. "Bulma, how was Capri?"
Bulma looked up at him shocked, how did he know about Capri? What was she thinking, he knew about everyone's private business. "Wonderful, the beaches are really nice."
"They are, aren't they? Villa," Villa stopped glaring at Carmel and smiled tightly at Roshi," maybe we should all take a vacation to Capri. What do you think?"
Villa's tight smile turned into one of her true million watt smiles, "I think that would be a wonderful idea."
"I think it's a horrible one, "Yamcha said, ignoring the scolding glare his mother gave him, "I've been to Capri and Italy many times, it's getting a bit old."
"No one asked you, boy," Roshi looked at his son disapprovingly," If you don't want to go, fine, but never say my father's homeland is old. It's one of the most beautiful places on earth. I say we leave tonight,"
"I thought Tien was being hit tonight." Vegeta spoke.
"All the more reason to be out of the country don't you think? No connections to us."
Vegeta smirked, "Very well, old man," he stood up, taking the lead from Roshi," Everyone get packed, we leave in two hours. The idiot who doesn't want to go will make the arrangements for us."
Before Yamcha could retort Vegeta had left the table, everyone following him upstairs to their respective rooms. Roshi sat watching his son, "Something wrong?"
Yamcha turned to him, "Why do you let him get away with that? I'm your son, I'm above him."
"Yes, you are my son, but you are lacking in what it takes to be a leader. When we get to Capri I am making him the new Don. I'm too old for this."
"What?" Yamcha's eye's lit in a fury, "You can't do that to me! I'm your son, he's not-"
"Not what? I am not leaving you out in the cold; you will have more than enough for the rest of your life. He will just have the firepower and not you"
"You'll regret this." Yamcha stormed out of the dinning room.
He waited until his son was out of earshot before he said another word, "If I do, I'll be too dead to care."
More to come soon. I need to get a little further with 'Past Repeating' and then this one will start up again. Thank you! Tsuki9
