Chapter III
It had only been a few days, but to Bulma it felt like a few months. She hadn't made any progress in finding a solution to Hisoka and Misuki's predicament. Speaking of the two, they had already made themselves at home lounging, carrying their weight, by cleaning, in return for shelter, and constantly 'observing' Vegeta and Trunks' training habits. As a matter of fact, they were in the middle of doing so when a shrill yell and crash echoed through all of Capsule Corps. All four rushed to see what had happened.
"Bulma, honey, you all right," Vegeta called worriedly. Bulma trotted out with a wide grin.
"Oh, I'm fine," she responded.
"Then what was that crash?" Misuki asked.
"That was just my fifty-pound proto-type."
"Did you drop it?" Hisoka continued the interrogation.
"Uh…Yeah, let's go with that!" she disappeared behind the door to continue her work.
"Wanna see me make her mad?" Vegeta questioned with a diabolical grin. The two girls stared with fearful eyes.
"If you go in there to agitate her, you won't walk out alive," Misuki protested.
"I'll be fine." He turned away to the door and stepped in. Misuki pressed her ear to the wall as Hisoka, in her curiosity, squished her shorter comrade.
"HI…Hisoka…can't breathe. Need…oxy-gen."
"Oh! Sorry, Misuki," Hisoka apologized. Not even a minute later Bulma could be heard in less than a tirade, but more than a raised voice.
"What do you mean 'another way'?" She fussed.
"I mean that if they came here by the dragonballs then they can leave by the dragonballs," Vegeta clarified.
"You mean that you knew that it was within Shenron's power to carry out the task and instead of telling me, you watched me suffer all week?"
"Yes." Vegeta smirked as his wife gave him the dagger eyes.
"GET OUT! Damn you, Vegeta! Out!" Random tools could be spotted flying as Vegeta scurried out of the lab bellowing with great amusement. The door slammed while he fell to the floor laughing. The girls were terrified some what by all the commotion the prince had caused. Trunks was merely leaning against the wall unfazed by it all. He approached the guests and put his arms around each's shoulder.
"You'll get used to it. Try not to fret. My dad can smell fear," he teased. Before he walked away, he took a slight whiff of Hisoka's hair. He turned on his heel with anime tears, saying to himself, "Control yourself, Trunks. Remember. Brunette fetish. Just keep calm." In all the raucous neither girl noticed his actions, but listened to Vegeta's talk of a dragonball hunt instead.
"You mean we'll get to go on an actual search for dragonballs ?" Misuki chirped with sparkly eyes. "I've always wanted to hunt dragonballs with the Z warriors!"
"I can't believe it either, Misuki," Hisoka chimed with her friend. "We get to go places…with hot guys!" Various 'eek' noises could now be heard.
"Is that all you think about?"
"Pretty much."
"Heh! Me, too!" They both laughed as they strolled to the living room. Vegeta had long left the hallway to eat and was currently swallowing half of a sandwich plus a bag of chips. Misuki only stared secretly plotting something evil.
"Hisoka, watch this." Hisoka pulled a seat to observe as Misuki approached Vegeta, who was now guzzling a soda. She looked at his chest as she poked his pectoral muscle spontaneously causing it to twitch.
"Can I help you? Why the hell are you poking my chest?" Vegeta asked frustratedly.
"Your muscles are huge. Um…can i…uh…grope you?" Misuki asked bashfully.
"What!"
"You know. Can I feel your muscles?"
"Why!"
"Because guys back home don't have big muscles like yours."
"Really?" The prince smiled devilishly. "I suppose you can." He flexed his biceps, but the vixen went straight for his chest, feeling his chiseled pecks and abs. His eyes widened in surprise at the awkward motions. Then, he suddenly felt a hand grab his butt and squeeze. Vegeta whipped around with a bewildered expression on his face. Misuki looked into his back eyes with a look of adorable innocence.
"It wasn't me," she responded to his unasked question. "It was him!" She accused a random pedestrian walking down the street. Misuki tackled him from the window and beat him senseless screaming "pervert". Vegeta only looked around suspiciously.
"Heh! I've still got it." He nodded his head in satisfaction. Bulma, now calm, walked by never removing her eyes from the book that she was reading and tapped him on the butt.
"You never lost it," she stated.
"What is this fascination with my ASS?" He shouted. Vegeta then gazed around to make sure no one was watching and gave his own butt a squeeze. Goku, who had just popped in, who was utterly oblivious to this point made himself known.
He asked, "What's wrong, Vegeta? You got an itch?"
"Kakarot! Where'd the hell'd you come from!"
"Bulma let me in.""What are you doing here? I told Bulma to take out the trash, not let it in."
"Oh, you're such a comedian, Vegeta. Careful, that joke's as old as you are. Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha! Anyway, I came, because I'm bored and wanted a sparring partner."
"I'm sorry, Kakarot, but I'm gonna be busy for a while." Goku stared with his puzzeled expression and asked life's most mysterious question.
"Why?"
"If I told you, then I would have to kill ya." Vegeta smirked out of amusement of Goku's confusion.
"Oh well, I guess I'll be seein' ya around. Take care, Vegeta." Goku finally gave and let himself out the open, kitchen window. The not-surprised Vegeta gave a single wave and shook his head. He had a feeling that Goku was going to play a vital role in the dragonball hunt. As he turned to leave the kitchen, Goku's fading scent grew curiously stronger. He turned his nose to the ceiling and closed his eyes.
"Someone's coming." He whispered to himself as his right eyebrow twitched. "Someone from the Son family. I had better start searching for the dragon radar. Damn! As much as we lose it, Bulma needs to make a dragon radar RADAR!" Vegeta passed Trunks on his way upstairs. "Answer the door, boy," Vegeta ordered.
"But, the doorbell hasn't even rang!" Trunks stated.
"It will. Heed my word it will and bad things will happen when it does." Trunks shrugged and waited on the couch.