My Band

Chapter 5: Bonding Movies

Yea, I'm definitely going to revise the last couple chapters beginning, because a lot of people got confused about when they were happening. OK, so here's the explanation.

IMPORTANT: Chapter 3 Who's Band was supposed to be kind of a flashback explaining why they started the band. It happened the day of the prologue. Chapter 4 A Feeling Never Felt resumes the normal time, two days before the performance. I'm going to change Who's Band to Bulma with a flashback to clear it up.

Vegetafanatic1: I'm glad you like Vegeta that way. I'm going to have to change the summary to explain how OOC Vegeta is. I was worried people would complain! Thanks for the review!

Raccly e.r 17: Thanks again buddy! Every single chapter… lol. Well, I'll talk to you online. I still have to read and review your story! Silly me… so lazy. Well thanks again!

Vegeta had felt a bit uncomfortable from then on, amazed at how well Bulma was composing herself around him since her chat with Goku. Of course, he never let on to this, nor to the fact that he'd overheard them that day.

"So Vegeta," she said casually, handing him a few bags of popcorn and sitting down beside him. "How'd you become such a good singer?"

They were at the theatre's ten minutes early to watch War of the Worlds. She'd explained it was about aliens conquering the planet and he'd immediately insisted on coming.

"All Saiyans can sing. Singing requires control of the diaphragm, and if Saiyans have anything, its strength and control."

"Huh?" She didn't really see how that related to singing.

"Anyone can sing. They just have to be able to know how to sing," he explained.

"I see. I thought it was uncanny that both you and Goku can sing."

"Even the half-breed can sing."

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

"And why don't you ever call anyone by their names? Chi-Chi is 'banshee,' I'm 'woman,' Gohan is 'half-breed,' Yamcha is 'weakling,' and Piccolo is 'green man.'

"The only names worth speaking are Saiyan ones."

"That explains Kakarott!"

He grunted an affirmative.

"So that's why you never call him Goku. You know, to tell you the truth, I was surprised you wanted to come to this."

"That was a sudden topic change."

"Well, I mean I wouldn't expect you to come to a movie."

"Anything that has to do with aliens conquering this miserable planet is worth my time since I can't train until after tomorrow."

"Even so, it's surprising," Bulma admitted. She couldn't help but feel that Goku was right on the money at times like these.

"Okay, so to get the performance straight, how many songs are you going to sing?"

"How long do you need it all to be?'

"Forty-five minutes to an hour."

"About 12 or 13 songs."

"But you only wrote 10!"

"It's not impossible to write more."

"Ok. Great. There'll be a camera crew there too, by the way. I 'slipped' a sample of your song to a producer and they wanna check you guys out. So you're gonna be on TV for a little bit because I 'forgot' to mention we already own you," she explained with his trademark smirk.

Ignoring the 'we own you,' part, all he said was, "Nice. Now shut up. The movie's starting."

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"I could've kicked the asses on those things with both hands tied behind my back," Vegeta declared loudly as the movie ended., receiving stares of annoyance at his bad ass attitude from people who didn't know he could follow up on his word.

"I know, I know. But it's a movie!" Bulma pleaded exasperatingly. He'd been complaining mentally to her almost throughout the whole movie. She could've sworn she heard him laughing mentally when the aliens came though.

"I don't care! It's ridiculous!" he practically shouted. "Though I must admit it was pleasing seeing those creatures snatching up terrified and fleeing humans."

"You should write a review like that," Bulma said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "If you liked that, you'll like the Alien series. You'll like seeing them bust out of people chests, Hahah."

"Excellent."

"Then we can watch Predator and Predator 2. Now that I think of it, they kind of remind me of Saiyans, but anyway when we finish we can watch AVP, or Alien vs. Predator."

"Finally you seem to have found something worth while to consume my precious time."

"I have to warn you though," she said, putting her finger up for extra clarification, "All of it together is about 12 hours in film, and that'll take us till 6 in the morning. Then 6 hours to sleep will take us to noon: five hours before the show starts."

"Good. Perfect time to call Kakarott and go over everything. This way I won't have to drown in boredom all morning."

"Yea, but can you handle 12 hours of straight television?"

Vegeta gave her the look. You know! The sideways glance that says "I'm a big boy," and "I can dish back whatever you've got."

"Never mind. Dumb question," she muttered as he lifted her up and flew off toward CC, earning shocked looks from the same people who had given him annoyed looks at his 'bad ass' speech.

"Okay, the party is at five but you don't perform until six, just to make sure everyone's there and nothing happened to the camera crew. You'll perform until seven, which is when we'll announce your CD and our new products. This'll last until seven forty-five, which then we'll play dance music and people can do whatever until ten."

"Great," he mumbled.

"Oh," she said slyly, smirking up at him. "Don't think about leaving early, because you're my date."

"What?" he roared, out of shock and anger that his plans of ditching were ruined.

"It'll be great for publicity. The unmarried singer of the band we're hosting on a date with the vice president of the company. It'll show we're on good terms and not just strictly business."

"That's her excuse…" Vegeta reminded himself mentally.

Surprised he wasn't arguing back, she decided to press her luck. "What are you going to wear?"

"What do you expect me to wear?" He had a point. He was about to wear his spandex to the movie until she made him change.

"Fine. I'll go pick something out during the five hour rehearsal you guys have," she conceded as they flew onto her balcony. She grabbed a spare key from inside a bushy planet to open the door.

"Alright," she chirped, jumping on ther king size waterbed and snatching the remote to her big screen plasma TV. "Alien first, right?"

He nodded affirmatively and walked to the other side of the bed to lounge on.

"It's a good thing we already took showers," she commented, programming the movie order on her TV, which stored thousands of movies digitally. "Oh, I'll set the alarm for noon just in case."

So then they started their movie marathon. Neither remembered when or how they fell asleep.

The next chapter is probably going to be MEGA LONG because there's so much I have to fit into it. I'll try to keep everything to the point though. I have a great idea for an epilogue, so it'll be done next chapter and then the epilogue will be pretty short. Well, please read and review!