My Band: Chapter 1

Colors

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ! I wish I did. Also, I don't own the bands or the songs or whatever musical thingy I use in this fic. I don't have money so don't sue me please. .

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Vegeta strolled in with a satisfied look on his face only an hour after the equipment had arrived.

"What the big deal? You giving up already cause you already realize you suck?"

"Suck what exactly?" Vegeta asked rhetorically. "And actually, I think we're far superior to all the other Earthling shit you call music."

"Like YOU would know what music sounds like. The only music you hear is the theme from Psycho."

"You know woman, when I looked at you just now you looked exactly like Janet Leigh," he smirked, looking over toward the bathroom. Bulma flushed.

"At least when I scream I sound good. So who's singing in your two man band? Surely not you?"

"It's either me or Kakarott, and we're both singing."

"You need a name."

"The Saiyans."

"So who does what?"

"I play electric guitar, he plays drums."

"Makes sense. He always was good at pounding like an ape. So can I hear how far you've gotten?"

"Tsk tsk. Not now, woman! You're only allowed to hear us on our performance day."

"Ok so when we'll that be?"

"Well, since you are SO impatient and I know you will probably start to spy on us if you don't hear it soon, you can hear us perform tomorrow. But we'll do the performance for the bet next week at your stupid party thingy you're throwing for the start of summer." Though insulted he thought she would spy on him (though she knew she would have), she was happy to be able to hear them tomorrow. But she didn't feel like she could wait a whole 24 hours!

She woke up early the next day in anticipation. Since she had won the last bet with her parents and Vegeta concerning a round of scrabble in which they challenged her to make a twelve letter word, she made Vegeta "relax" for the entire week until her after her summer pool party; she got to take until then off from work. Lazying around the house until noon, she'd finally decided to eat something when the phone rang.

"Hey babe!"

"Yamcha! Hey hon. So what's the plan for today now that I have the whole week off?"

"Whatever you want, wherever you want."

"Ehh, I'm feeling kinda lazy today. Just come over and I'll tell you about this bet I made with Vegeta."

"I'll be over in a jiff."

"Alright. See ya then!" They hung up and Bulma decided to make lunch during the thirty minute time it would take Yamcha to arrive. She went out to the backyard.

"Hey muscle monkeys, want anything to eat?" she asked, spotting Goku and Vegeta talking in the backyard. Of course, Vegeta had sensed her coming and had stopped playing.

"Food? Sounds great Bulma!" Goku immediately replied. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, woman."

"Don't you sass me!" she screeched before heading back inside. Damn these soundproof walls. She'd soundproofed them last month because she couldn't stand the sound of the GR being blown up every two weeks. Luckily, she'd been smart enough to make about ten so he wouldn't have to constantly bicker her. The year before she'd figured this out, he'd been complaining to her every week to "fix that piece of shit you call a gravity room" or he'd "blast her to another dimension." Like he'd ever do that! Of course, she'd haughtily replied "not to get his balls in a vice" and that if he bothered her before she was ready to fix it she'd have no problem showing him "the full vocal range of a woman's wrath."

Making a VERY large lunch for the Saiyans, she carted several tables worth of food outside for them and went back inside to make the three-plate lunch for her and Yamcha.

"Hey hun!" she greeted, spotting Yamcha stroll into the kitchen. "Perfect timing!" She took her plate and Yamcha took the other two. They sat down outside in lounge chairs watching Goku and Vegeta discuss something, most likely the lyrics to a song.

"So what's the bet then?" Yamcha asked, eying the two with musical instruments of rock in their hand. (Jack Black would love that! .)

"Well, I bet Vegeta that he couldn't start a successful rock band. He has to make his own music, own lyrics, own songs and everything! It's so great! Either way I win, cause if he does go on tour then he can make his own damn money and stop wasting mine, and if he loses then I can make fun of him."

"Hahah! You are a genius. I dunno though. He might win. The way Goku and him can scream while 'powering up' sure seem on pitch to me. It's a miracle a famous music producer hasn't heard one of them while saving the world and offered them a job. Or, they could always play football."

"If we had a whole team of Saiyans, it would be even more boring because they'd always win hands down. We'd need Goku and Vegeta on two different teams to make it interesting. Then every year they could play in the championship and Vegeta would have another way to 'defeat Kakarott'!" she yelled, lowering her voice and imitating his guttural voice. They laughed.

"You dare to mock me?" Vegeta roared, his Saiyan senses picking up on their conversation. She could practically see his ears twitching as he heard them, almost in a puppy-like manner. She looked at him blankly before erupting in laughter.

"Yes!"

"Humph. Keep laughing woman. I'll be laughing at you when I send you to oblivion." Goku tensed up at this, forgetting that he always made death threats. He relaxed as Bulma laughed it off.

"Yes, yes, I know. You'll blast me, yadda yadda yadda, another dimension, yap yap yap. Can I hear your song yet?"

"Not now. Kakarott and I need to get something first. C'mon." She watched their ki auras flicker and fade as they blasted off into the evening sky.

"Whatever!" she mumbled. "So how's baseball going?"

"Great!" Yamcha said, a little too excitedly. "Just great. How's the CC keeping up?"

"Wonderful. I have an idea for a new invention that has to do with communication chips in the brain. It would allow you to access the internet and communicate to other people with chips. I've been trying to figure out if there's a way to eliminate the hacking problem though. I don't think people would think its worth it if someone else can access it without your knowledge. They have enough trouble concerning that with computers."

"Well I hope it turns out okay." Yamcha said. They conversed for another while before his cell phone rang.

"Hello? Oh hi!" He glanced over a Bulma. "Um… ok. Well I dunno. I don't think so, but I'll have to get back to you on that. Alright. See ya." Another moment passed.

"Who was that?" Bulma asked politely in case something came up.

"Oh, just a fan," he said uncomfortably. Bulma sighed. Another 'fan.'

"Another fan asking you out, huh?" she stated more than asked, nodding understandingly.

"Yea, but I'll turn her down just like all the others. I'm with you," Yamchas assured. Bulma took a bite of her grilled cheese sandwich and chewed thoughtfully.

"Yamcha. Maybe you should accept this time if you want." He eyed her, confused.

"You're breaking up with me?" he jumped. "I swear I didn't cheat on you Bulma! I turned all those fans down!You know how much…"

"No!" she interrupted. "I'm not breaking up with you! Well, okay I sort of am," she rambled. "But its not because I think you're cheating." She sighed. "Yamcha, we've been dating since we were sixteen, on and off. How do we know there's not people better for us out there."

"Babe, you were the best thing that's ever happened to me..."

"And you were the most wonderful thing that happened to me," she explained, cutting him off a second time. "But, when people keep talking of marriage, I just can't stop thinking that the whole point of dating is to find what kind of person you're best with. How do we know that when all we've dated is each other? I'm just saying. Dating is meant for…. I dunno… exploration." Yamcha sighed.

"Ok, ok, I get you now. Thanks babe." There was an uncomfortable pause.

"So, is this 'fan' of your cute?"

"Of course!" Yamcha said. "She's hot, but its ironic cause she looks totally opposite of you. Brown hair, brown eyes. Nothing exotic but still." Bulma giggled.

"What's her name?"

"Tanya."

"And of course, she must be sweet or I'll kick her ass for being mean to you. Only I can date you and be a pain!" Bulma declared with a grin. Yamcha laughed.

"Well, if I am indeed going to go on that date with her I'll have to go now. She wanted it to be at six and it's already two. Gotta call her back early so she can get ready. If she's anything like you, it'll take her forever."

"Sounds like a plan," Bulma laughed. "Well what are you still waiting for! Get outta here!" she ordered, smacking his ass for emphasis as he stood up to go. He blasted off, taking one last glance at her before leaving.

"Hmm… I didn't even plan to break up with. I didn't particularly feel I needed to break up with him, and yet here, I just broke up with him. And, I'm not crying about it." She smiled, realizing she was talking to herself, but not particularly caring. "This is a lot better than I imagined. Now, what to do with my new freedom? It's going to be so weird, trying to get comfortable with someone besides Yamcha. There are lots of fish in the sea."

"That's right. There are a lot of fish in the sea," she thought to herself. "Something's missing. Even with Yamcha, something was always missing. I can feel it, right here," she whispered mentally, clutching her chest over her heart. "It's so… suffocating. It's gnawing at my stomach. I've been hungry since I was sixteen, and now I'm starting feel the pains." Tears brimmed her eyes. "I'm middle aged and I still can't find what I've been searching for. And that's half my life right there!"

Vegeta and Goku landed back down in their space. She wiped her eyes quickly.

"Are you sure there's nothing personal in this Vegeta?" Goku asked with a grin on his face. "Cause this song sure seems like-"

"Shut your mouth Kakarott! For the second time: no!" They both looked at Bulma.

"Hey Bulma, you okay?" Goku asked a little concerned. "We ran into Yamcha on the way back and he said he's going on a date."

"Oh, no, it's fine. I told him he should go on it." Bulma explained, plastering a smile on before standing up to walk over to them.

Vegeta laughed maliciously. "Then why were you crying just now? Stupid weakling, crying over a pathetic human!" Goku and Bulma glared at him angrily.

"I was not crying over him! It's just…" she started, trailing off. She started thinking about her previous mental conversation with herself when Vegeta frowned and started stringing playing a few guitar keys.

"Woman…" he called mentally, simultaneously sending Goku the song he had in mind. "I've... got a song for you," he whispered mentally to her, drumming his fingers along the guitar in a song introduction before he started singing.

"Can you feel it crush you? Does it seem to bring the worst in you out? There's no running away from these things that hold you down. Do they complicate you, because they make you feel like this? Of all the colors that you shine, this is surely not your best…" Vegeta sang, still drumming the guitar string. Bulma stared at him, surprised at how smooth his voice could be. Their eyes never left each others. "But you should know these colors that you're shining are-"

"Surely not the best…" In a nanosecond, Goku came in on cue with drums rocking and Vegeta started screaming with Goku in perfect harmony. They sounded like they were powering up, and for a split second Bulma was worried they would and incinerate the expensive instruments. "…colors that you shine! Surely not the best …colors that you shine!" Vegeta's mouth was wide open in a scream, hitting the high screech in a perfect pitch. Still their eyes remained locked. Goku was similar position, but not nearly hitting the high note Vegeta was. His face remained in a singing look but his hands and feet seemed to move to a different thought. Almost as soon as the second "shine" was out of their mouths, Vegeta returned to a calm tone.

"I know you feel alone, yea, and no one else can figure you out. But don't you ever turn away from the ones that held you down. Well they'd love to save you, don't you know they love to see you smile? But these colors that you shine are surely not your style… But you should know these color that you're shining are-"

"Surely not the best …colors that you shine! Surely not the best … colors that you shine!" The two screamed in unison. They played a bit before Vegeta started the interlude.

"I know you're feeling like you're lost. But you know these colors that you're shining are…" The twos heads were nodding to the beat and their heads and feet banging in accordance with the right accent. "I know you're feeling like you're lost; you feel you've drifted way too far. Did you know these colors that you're shining are…" Vegeta ripped a few chords with a couple of Goku's drum slams for a dramatic pause.

"Surely not the best colors that you shine! Surely not the best colors that you shine! Surely not the best (I know you're feeling like your lost…)" The two started, this time with Vegeta singing calmly in Bulma's head as the two sustained "best". "…colors that you shine !(but you should know these colors that you're shining are) Surely not the best! (I know you're feeling like your lost; you feel you've drifted way too far) Did you know these colors that you're shining are…" Vegeta finished as he strummed one last chord that resonated throughout the backyard. The two stared at each other intensly, with Goku looking on with a huge grin on his face.

"Do you hear that? I think Chi Chi's calling! See ya later!" Goku said quickly, blasting off asap.

"Well…" Vegeta said after a second's pause, still holding the guitar. "What'd you think?"

"I think you'll win the bet," Bulma said honestly.

"That's not a fun thought," he said tilting his head to the side while raising his chin and grinning at her. (Think Majin Vegeta at the tournament.) "I don't think you're telling me everything."

"You're right, I left another thought out," Bulma thought mentally as she smiled at him.

"I think I'm in love."

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Well, that's chapter 1! Kicking it off fast, huh? That song is "Colors" by Crossfade. I love them! . I'm thinking this will be anywhere from five to ten chapters. Don't know yet. Well, please R&R. Next chappie up in a jiffie. Oh, please excuse any mistakes I made. I still gotta edit stuff.