Act 8
"What you did has no excuse young man", said Mr. Prince, "do you know you could have put that guy in a coma? You could have even killed him for kami's sake!"
"Look dad"- Vegita tried to say but his angry father wouldn't let him.
"Dad nothing. Look Vegita, I'm tired of this. Every time you do something stupid and get arrested I always pay the bail to let you out. But I think that's what gets you worse. What you need is discipline. Now your mother and I have come to a decision and laid out some plans. Plan A: we take away your driving privileges. No credit card allowances, no parties at our lake house and no Friday night activities".
"What the hell am I supposed to do on Fridays!"
"You'll be getting yourself a job somewhere and make your own money. Maybe hard work will discipline you", said Mrs. Prince who had bee quiet until now.
"Now if you don't like that, or if that doesn't work, we can move on to plan B: military school for a whole year. No cars, no good food, no tv, no music and definitely no girls", continued Mr. Prince.
"What are you insane? Military school!"
"Yes. And if we don't see any change in your behavior than we'll have to do with Plan C: All Boys Academy in Switzerland until you graduate".
By now, Vegita was too shocked, too angry and even scared to utter a word. A and B he could deal with, but C? No girls for two years? That was way too much.
"You can go to your room now and think about what we've spoken. You don't have to worry about waking up early tomorrow because in case you didn't know, you've been suspended for two whole weeks from school. But don't get too happy. Tomorrow at four in the afternoon you'll be getting your ass up and you're gonna go look for a job. Undersatnd?" asked the father.
Vegita had no choice than to nod rather unwillingly.
Damn, why the fuck did I get into this. That bitch owes me big time
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"So then he just went upto him and beat the shit out of Yamcha", said Bulma on the phone.
"Man, I think that is so cool, Bulma. Maybe you and Vegita should, you know, hook up again", said Chichi through the other line.
"Hmm, fat chance Chi, after Yamcha was on the floor, Vegita grabbed me and told me, 'Don't even think I did this for you woman, I had to get back at that son of a bitch for something he did to my ex'. I mean, I was confused. When he picked me up at the bench, I thought he was really into defending me, but I guess he did it for his own personal things and he just used me as an excuse", said Bulma, sounding really hurt.
"Well, Bulma, why don't you make him feel bad? If I were you, I would go to his house and thank him anyways, cause to me, he sounds like he didn't want to admit he still cares about you, and anyway, you owe him big time".
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Ding Dong
"Honey will you get that?"
"How many times am I going to ask you to not call me 'honey'?" asked an angry Mr. Prince.
"Sorry hon- um Vegita. Can you get the door?" asked Mrs. Prince.
After taking his last bite of the sandwich he was eating, Mr. Prince went and open the door.
"Bulma! What a surprise, what brings you here?" asked Mr. Prince pleased of seeing his son's ex girlfriend; and oblivious to the fact that she had been involved in the fight that Vegita had had with Yamch earlier that day.
"Good evening Mr. Vegita. It's nice to see you're looking fine", complimented Mr. Prince.
"Why thank you. Are you here to pick up more of my wife's magazines?" asked Mr. Prince. Bulma came all the time, but only to get magazines from Vegita's mom, who worked as the People magazine editor.
"Actually, today I'm here to see Vegita". Mr. Prince was dumbfounded and surprised. Both, he and his wife knew that Bulma and Vegita hated each other.
"Well, in case you didn't know, Vegita got into a very ugly fight and he's grounded, he is to have no visitors until he goes back to school in two weeks", said Mr. Prince.
"Please, Mr. Prince, this is very important", begged Bulma.
A little surprised at her begging and since he was always hoping that she and his son would get back together the thirty-something year-old father softened.
"Alright, I'll make an exception, but only because I've always liked you and you're a good influence for my son. Go on, he's upstairs in his room", said Mr. Prince.
"Thank you, Mr. Vegita", said Bulma as she hurried up the stairs. She slowed down as she approached his room, after thinking about it more than twice, she knocked.
"What the fuck do you want!" yelled Vegita.
"It's me", said Bulma.
Silence.
"I don't wanna see you, hear you or talk to you!", Vegita yelled back after a long silence.
Turning the knob, which wasn't locked, Bulma went in despite Vegita's order.
"What did I just tell you woman?" asked Vegita furiously, "and what are you doing here anyway?"
"Vegita I just wanted to say thanks even if you didn't do it for me", said Bulma.
"Well, I didn't do it for you", said Vegita with his back to her.
"That's what I said Vegita, thank you anyway, even if you didn't do it for me. At least Yamcha wont be on my back anymore", said Bulma.
"Yeah, whatever", said Vegita, "just don't take it personally".
"Damn it Vegita, do you have to be like that! I come here, I try to be nice and look how you treat me! Are you seriously gonna tell me that you didn't care one fucking bit when you asked me out before you went and beat Yamcha up? I mean, tell me, what was that all about then?" asked Bulma hurt and exasperated at Vegita's indifference.
"Woman," said Vegita turning around and facing her, "the only reason I did that was to have my revenge on Yamcha. Way back in 9th grade I was goin out with Marylin and I liked her, the bastard somehow got to her, took her away from me and you know what he did to her. So now, I'm doing the same. He's got the hots for you, and today he thought we were together. He may not have acted like it, but he cared and he wants you. I bet you he couldn't stand the thought of you being with me instead of him. So there you go, my plan worked out. Whatever happened today is over. Erase this day and go on like it never happened, ok?" said Vegita cruelly.
"So it's true, you did use me. How dare you? Vegita, how can you have the guts to use me to work your plans out? You know, for once after you and I broke up, I thought things would get better between us and and we would be able to work things out. But again, I was wrong about it and most disappointing, I was wrong about you", said Bulma, holding back her tears.
Vegita just looked at her and frowned. Maybe he should tell her right now what was it that really happened back when they broke up.
I should tell her. Tell her that it was all a misunderstanding. That the girl I was with was my cousin. But then again, how would she explain herself making out with that son of a bitch. How mad I was when she told me who had done that to her. Maybe I should tell her that today, for a moment, I actually cared about her. Damn, maybe I never stopped
But in the fight between pride and humbleness, pride usually wins.
"Get out, woman. I don't want to cross eyes or paths with you again", said Vegita.
"Fuck you, Vegita", said Bulma as she left his room.
Vegita shut the door and laid on his bed.
"Why the fuck did I say that for?" asked Vegita, furious with himself.
Maybe the thing you fear the most is really caring for somebody and getting the weird feeling you felt today