My Band

Chapter 3: Who's Band?

bulma555 (anon): Thank you for reviewing! I wonder why it showed up twice. Oh well. That's even better! I hope you stick with my story!


animefan92992 (anon): I'm glad you love it! Love is such a wonderful thing, especially when it concerns a story. I'll try to update all the time. I already have the two chapter after this written, so you can count on that much!

Tailameaisu: Thank you for reading so many of my stories! I'm glad you like this one just as much as the others. I'm almost done, just 5 more chapters and three of those are already written out. Yes, the part where he sang to her was cute. I'm just glad no one complained it was too OOC. Thanks for the reviews!

Goku's Mistress: I'm so relieved you requested it to be shorter. Not only am I happy you stated your opinion, but now I have less stress about the length! And yes, you can be assured that The Saiyans will kick some serious butt at the concert.

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She sat in the bathroom, head leaning against the wall as she sat on the floor. She stared at the gun in her hand, contemplating the problems in her life and if a single shot could solve them.

Capsule Corporation was falling, and fast. A new company, Tech Industries, had released a similar capsule, but this one had no explosion and gave options about what items to release. If there were two cars in a capsule, you could choose from a menu on the side and release one, instead of having to release both and then recapsulate the other.

It was quickly replacing CC's out of style capsules.

So obviously, CC had created a better capusle. It was flatter to slip into a wallet or backpocket, so you couldn't feel it bulging against you when you sat down. The explosion was existent, but non-noticable and it was smaller with bigger storage.

They also started making vehicles that capuslated themselves, meaning you wouldn't need the case. The choice options on the Tech capusles were hard to use and choose from anyway.

But they couldn't get any publicity for their newest work. Everyone they turned to had already latched on to the latest craze.

And that's when Bulma found herself in the bathroom with a gun.

CC was terribly in debt for manufacturing its new capusles. Secretly, Bulma had been making Vegeta's gravity room cheaper and cheaper, which only resulted in him breaking it faster and more often, then demanding a new one.

She told him it was because he was obviously getting stronger.

That's why she asked him to take a week off. It would save her and her father a lot of money, even if it didn't shake them from the debt. She was getting no where in the publicity side of things, and it didn't look like any breaks were coming. She was on the edge.

"Pulling the trigger would be so easy..."

But what about her father? He needed her. Her mother needed her.

And that's when she first started hearing it.

"So you found out today your life's not the same: not quite as perfect as it was yesterday; when you were just getting in the grove, now you're faced with something new. I know it hurts and I know you feel torn, but you never gave up this easily before; so why do you choose today to give it all away"

She started to really cry now. Fate was extremely cruel to her.

"Well it's not so bad, ya'll, together we all fall, just as long as we get up we'll stand tall. We shouldn't waste another day, thinking about the things we forget to say..."

"Whoever it is singing could make a killing off their voice," she noted, attempting to take her mind off her dire situation. "I'm hitting back ya'll, kicking these four wall just as hard as I can till I can't crawl. I won't waste another day with all these silly things swimming round my brain..." She couldn't go out yet. She didn't know who was singing! She'd be thinking about it in heaven the entire time, until the person died at least. Or she'd be sitting in hell wondering about it, if suicide was indeed a sin.

So she opened the door to the bathroom and ventured into the hallway, towards the voice. Whatever the case, he was screaming like a rock star now and was pulling it off quite nicely.

"Vegeta must be listening to the radio or watching American Idol or something," she deciphered, recognizing that the sound was coming from his room. Not even bothering to know, she opened his door. And what a sight she stumbled upon! There Vegeta was, lying on his back on his bed, one leg lazily hanging over the edge. His hands held a strange, guitar like instrument that was foreign to her, and his eyes were closed as he continued singing.

"Oh what the hell," she groaned, thinking she had finally lost it. He just kept singing.

"There's no giving up now! Are you really gonna give this all away? Can't you ever see things in a different way some day? Such a beautiful thing to throw away. You should think things through, over and over again..."

Her eyes started to water as she thought about how foolish she'd been thinking. Bulma wiped the tears away viciously, a proactive idea coming to mind. Almost as if he were listening to her thoughts, Vegeta chose that moment to stop and crack an eye open at her.

"Vegeta," she started off indifferently, her face softening as every word passed her lips. "I didn't know you can sing."

"Of course I can, woman. I can do anything. I'm a prince," he snorted back. Bulma couldn't hold back her chuckle.

"Why the sudden musical interest? And what the hell is that thing?" she asked, pointing to the instrument.

"That thing is an instrument from Vegetasei, and there's not much else to do if I can't train," he growled accusingly, recalling the Scrabble incident.

"I won fair and square!" Bulma defended, not denying her urge to stick her tongue out at him, an act that recieved a scowl to answer.

"'Vegetaoujisan' is not a word!" he insisted.

"Yes it is! You were the one insisting that your name should be a word because its soooo important, so I just added a suffix and a title, and BINGO! Over twelve letter word with over half of them vowles"

Vegeta's scowl deepened, if possible, and he knew he was defeated in that respect. By now, Bulma was leaning agains the doorframe confortably, arms crossed and a grin on her face. She moved towards the bed, a serious look crossing her features as she sat by him.

"Vegeta," she said softly. "I never wanted to have to ask you for anything just because you live here. But I need you to do something for me."

"What?" he half sighed impatiently.

"You have to start making your own money." He jotled up, a look of outrage on his face.

"I don't HAVE to do anything!" he roared. "I'm busy defending your planet from those hunks of metal."

"No you're not! You only like a challenge. You'd fight them anyway; you don't give a damn about this planet. You have a week off...Vegeta," she pleaded, attempting to calm him down as she saw his temple throbbing, though she was feeling quite rattled herself. "I can't even make your GR anymore. Tha's why its been breaking so easily. The company is in debt and I can't afford to be making you a new GR every week..."

He stared at her, finally starting to register what she was saying and getting at.

"So... you think you have a way to solve everything in one week."

She nodded. "Make a band. It'll keep you entertained and you can perform at the company's summer and promotional party next week. If people think you're good enough, the publicity will reach out to the public and you could bring in a lot of money. It would also be a perfect opportunity to advertise our new product."

Vegeta glared at her, though he had settled down quite a bit. "I refuse to sing for dipshit humans who don't have good taste." Now Bulma was pissed.

"You're scared they won't think you're good enough! You're worried you can't do it!" she vented. The only thing that stuck with Vegeta in that was 'you,' 'can't,' 'do,' and 'it.' Those four words together did not ring a positive signal in his brain.

"I can do anything I damned well please!" he hissed dangerously.

"Well?" she asked expectantly, crossing her arms.

"Fine," he huffed.

"If you lose, you won't get the GR anyway," she mused.

"And if I win, you get to build the GR and bots AND get me food. No questions, no complaints."

"You are so on!" Bulma hissed, though she couldn't believe he'd actually accepted the idea. She didn't actually think her plan would work. "But you have to write your own songs and come up with your own music."

"Woman, you make this too easy," Vegeta laughed, heading out the door. "Just give me whatever the hell a two man band needs."

"Two man band?" Bulma blinked. "When did this happen?"

"What? Playing by myself is the easy part. The only difficult part is teaching an imbecile to play." Vegeta explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Bulma regained her composure.

"I was just thinking what a pathetically small number that is. Why not a four man band?"

"Well now, I figure if I have to do all the work anyway I might as well keep it low," he retorted, heading out toward the backyard. Bulma grinned from ear to ear. Her plan to intice him into making money for her went well. Even after they have enough money, she'd keep him in the house though. Good protection. She didn't want him living in that GR, so she'll have to build the next one with the gravity chamber. She reached for his phone and started to call the music store.

"Yes, I want it DELIVERED. You think I have time to drive back and forth for that stuff? But don't worry, for you're trouble you'll be... compensated. Deliver it to CC."

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She'd been surprised at how well he performed with Goku. The two's voices meshed perfectly she decided as she sat in her room. What surprised her even more was that the song Vegeta sang was to comfort her. That was twice in one day, even if the first time he didn't know he was. Or did he?

The man in question, meanwhile, headed up to his room to sleep. It was kind of early, considering he used to sleep at about two in the morning to wake up at five, and now it was only midnight, but ever since he stopped training he'd been getting a decent amount of rest. He wasn't about to change that. Vegeta felt something run into him from the side.

"Oof! Sorry," Bulma muttered from the doorframe of her room. He just grunted.

"Vegeta!" she called after him, staring down at the floor in concentration and avoidance. He turned around to face her. "I was so close to shooting myself today, and then I heard you singing..." She looked up at his eyes, a look of uncertainty and gratefulness shining toward him. Vegeta's gaze pierced her own. He turned around and started to walk away.

"I know, Bulma," he stated softly, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her as he continued walking. She didn't move until he was out of sight and she heard his door open and close.

"He said my name..."

LOL wouldn't it be funny if Vegeta had run into a wall when he said that? "I know, woman..." THUD. hahah! Well anyway, yes I shortened the chapter upon request and to hurry up and finish this story. Next chapter up in a jiffie. Please review! Your opinion is appreciated. Oh and please excuse any mistakes. This stupid program I'm using now doesn't have a spell check for some reason.

OH, AND YES, THIS CHAPTER TAKES PLACE BEFORE THE PROLOGUE. SORT OF WEIRD, HUH?