Chapter 6
"Yeah a party would be absolutely awesome mom! It's been months since we've last done one."
"Yes baby! I knew my idea would cheer you up!"
"Do you think this party should have a theme or anything mom?"
"No I don't really think Mirai would feel comfortable, neither Vegeta."
"If it's about Vegeta…"
"Hun, he's our guest too, we have to look forward to his best interests too."
Bulma was red from anger. Why did her mom always try to make things Vegeta's way.
"Besides, you know what happened last party he went."
"Mom that was a misunderstanding!"
"No baby, he was sexually harassed."
"Mom! he almost killed the guy, I guess that was plenty sufficient."
"Anyways…What color do you think should be default at our decoration? Lavender perhaps?"
"No guess he'll find it a little too much…since his hair is lavender. Salmon perhaps."
"It sounds just fine to me."
"Or yellow and pink for the stuck up sayan."
Vegeta who was passing by didn't even pay attention to her.
"NOW YOU'RE GOING TO IGNORE ME MONKEY HEAD?!", she screamed not getting the reaction she wanted.
Still no reply from the angry sayan.
"Hush B, your dad is sleeping!"
"Across from this building."
"Still he may hear it!"
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Both settled it was going to be a dancing party, with performances of some songs, they could select the theme, since there were going to be many, many guests.
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Bulma then went to talk to Mirai, see if he was ok with the colors, with the patterns of the party and so on.
She knocked on his door and called for him.
"Mirai are you in there?"
"Miraaaaii?", she was a little impatient…it is no news.
"Yes miss Bulma.", he said, "Sorry I took some time…was in the bathroom."
"Ok.", she said entering his room and following to sit on his bed.
"We decided to make you a dancing party, so we could talk, eat, dance…you may find a cutie…who knows! ? What do you say?"
Mirai was flushed…he didn't remember his mom being this happy.
'Maybe because of dad's loss…'
"Miraiii?"
"Yes"
"What do you think?"
"Ahh yes, you didn't have to…"
"Don't be modest, it's tradition."
"Will Mister Vegeta be there as well?"
"If it is because of Vegeta…"
"No No No, it's only curiosity since he likes to eat and because he doesn't likes parties and, and…have you thrown a party to him when he arrived?", he blabbered in his discomfort.
"He'll probably be stuffing himself with food and no, I didn't throw a party to him."
"I see…"
"Now, let's talk about something pleasant! The day is beautiful! Why don't we swim for a little while?"
"If you want.", he said trying to spend as much time with his mom-to-be as possible. It was still a little strange to have a mom almost is age.
"Go change."
He looked at her, "These are fine for me…", he said while wearing black slacks and white T-shirt.
"Don't tell me you won't go fresh yourself in the pool, it's burning hot outside…now…"
"I don't have a swimming suit."
"That should not be a problem, I guess I can solve this just quick."
Bulma then dragged Mirai through the compound, well not that much since her destination was right in front of her room, meaning: They didn't even left that corridor.
"I don't think this would be wise…", he said seeing where she was dragging him. "He won't like it."
"Don't bother with Vegeta, I bought him a swimming suit, but he never wore. I should make that piece of clothing useful, don't you think?", she said while rummaging through the sayan's wardrobe. The room was a little dark, truly had a mysterious appeal…besides the only furniture in the creamy room was a oak nightstand and a wooden bed…let's not forget the small white rug beside the prince's bed.
"Blue, blue, blue, seems like he has no taste at all, only the same things…"
"Aha!", she said finally taking the swimming 'boxers' outside the drawer.
"It will suit you just fine!", she said while measuring Mirai's waist with her hands and shorts.
"Onna if you want to mate, well…SCREW , do it in your room or in that baka's, but NOT here!", said an anger struck sayan. "Besides…", he said spitefully, "No one gave you authorization to put your dirty paws on my belongings! No FUCK OFF!"
"Can't you stop thinking about sex Vegeta! ? You always THINK I'm doing it! Go screw yourself you pervert! Go find a hooker to get laid…ahh I forgot the almighty sayan 'can't do the stupid human's things', you're not man enough to fuck!…guess that's why your race has EXTINGUISHED!"
"Insolent wench, how dare you say anything about the sayan race with this shit mouth of yours!"
"Listen here prick, this house is mine then this swimming suit is also mine! You never wore it, so I can make it useful for someone who actually can enjoy it properly!", she almost rubbed the suit on Vegeta's face.
Trunks didn't like to be caught between one of their fights…it was crazy…'In this times I'm glad I wasn't still born…Kami…'
"GO TO HELL VEGETA!", she said exiting the room.
"I'm already on it!"
Bulma didn't even care, she discarded her clothes right in the middle of the hall…she just wanted to enter in the pool and relax…get her mind off of that monkey!
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Later on Bulma was a little calmer and enjoying the pool together with Mirai. She noticed some time later Vegeta went out of the house and locked himself inside the Gravity Room.
'Always that stupid room…why can't he have a life…at least a normal one.'
Mirai was a little shy, but then he started t enjoy himself and swim from side to side.
"Hey Mirai, wanna have lunch..it's time already…besides…I'm hungry.", she said while rubbing her tummy.
"Ok, let's go.", Mirai said while getting out of the pool and looking for his towel.
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"Hey mom, is lunch ready?"
"Yes baby! Just sit down , I'll bring it to you."
"Thanks mom!", she said while putting a robe over her semi wet body; Mirai did the same.
When the both of them sat they finally noticed who was starring hard at them: Yes Vegeta. He held such a bitter face it looked like he was about to puke. Deep down he felt something very very strange for Mirai, as if he was an intruder or something. 'Not that I care if that wench sleeps around…that guy is making her stay away from working on MY MACHINE!'.
The only thing he forgot was: The gravity machine worked perfectly fine.
"Mom the party is gonna be on Saturday, is that ok?"
"It's only in two days from now!"
"That's better…more fun…faster."
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After lunch Bulma and Mirai went to his room to talk a little; know each other a little more.
They sat at his bed and turned the radio on, just for back noise…not hearing properly.
Bulma looked around and found the room rather empty, no bags everywhere, nor clothes spread on the floor.
"Your mom must be very, very strict…you are more tidy then my mother!"
"Yeah, she likes things organized…I do too, so guess I rubbed some from her…"
"Yeah, momma says dad was like this too…", he left the fact slip.
"Really? Tell more about him!"
"Umnh..I actually never met him but mom says he was a very hot head…"
"Was?"
"Yeah, he died when I was still a baby.."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to…"
"It's ok."
"And your mom?"
'Thank Kami he dropped the father subject..'
"She is very intelligent, beautiful and a hot head herself…she actually looks a lot like you."
"Really? Do you have a photo."
"Yes.."
"He then took out his wallet to show Bulma the photos. When he opened the wallet it hit her: His mother gave him a photo of his dad so he could know who he was.
"I'm sorry guess it's not here anymore..", he said quickly putting the wallet back on his jeans pocket.
"I just saw it…I saw it, it surely was a photo. Come on let me see it!"
"Come on Mirai! I wanna see your thing there!"
Little did they know someone was passing right behind their door.
"No, no I'm ashamed!", he tried to make her let go.
"If you show yours I'll show you mine! Deal?!"
'What a vulgar woman…UGH!'
"Come on is that so bad? Were you that small?!"
Mirai didn't answer, only blushed.
"I like all sizes it doesn't matter! I'm sure it's so cute!"
"You'd better not see…I'm so ugly…You're gonna get scared…or even laugh at me!"
"Ahh come on! I've seen so many before…You must be so pretty!"
'How can she talk about dicks just like she is talking about …about…stupid clothing!', Vegeta though while almost growing another head.' She's a slut! What do I care! ?'
"No, no…", he said while scratching his head…red all the way.
"Come on! Let me have a hold on it just for a sec!"
At the other side of the room…
"Vegeta honey! What are you doing at Bulma's door…are you ok? You look so red!"
"Humph.", was his only reply before he went to have some sleep. He didn't want anyone else to see his flushed face…and dirty thoughts.
'That dirty wench…'
Thank Kami the radio was on in the room…as well as their little conversation.
Vegeta then new that night he wasn't going to have great dreams…yes he was totally right.
xxx Vegeta's dream xxx
He was looking directly to a corridor, a rather funny one. There were lots of flowers everywhere as well as a long red carpet on the floor; the walls had many glasses, colorful ones with many strange draws he couldn't quite recall. He was facing a huge door, which seemed like came from a Gothic movie…'Those stupid leeches…how can that onna watch that…disgusting..'. The only thing he could see over the door was the light, the daylight.
He wore a nice black suit, and smelled his husky scent with some other things mixed…like special bath soap…sexy even. He faced many people who sat at many wooden benches. They looked at him, well the place he was standing, they were all wearing fancy dresses and suits, just like him…and…
Then over the light he could see two figures approaching, still he couldn't identify who they were.
Some time went by and a loud song started…everyone became silent when it started to play. 'I've heard this noise before…but where! ?'
Then the two figures started to move towards him. Little by little he could tell he was seeing the old man, wearing an elegant black formal suit , and he held someone's arm…but whose…
Then he felt someone, a woman…the dumb woman grab his arm happily and say, "Se's radiant dear!Look!"
He finally knew who was the second figure approaching: It was her…the wench Bulma.
She looked strikingly beautiful. She had her long aqua marine hair tied in the top of her head with lightly curled points falling on her back, face and shoulders like waterfalls, her skin was creamier than ever, if he could he surely would have a lick at it. Her dress was wonderful too, it shone in every direction, especially when she moved. It was cloud white and she had wonderful diamonds all over it. It reached past her feet; he almost never got to see her small delicate feet wearing those Cinderella like crystal shoes. She indeed looked like a princess from royalty.
She looked so radiant, she smiled towards him, and as soon as he noticed she was right in front of him. Then her father reached out and kissed Bulma's forehead and then hand. He then seemed to be giving her hand to him…Would that be?
'Am I 'marrying' the onna? Could that really be it?'
He didn't even have time to finish his thoughts when he saw hugging the old man, another male with a suit.
"Please make her very happy. I trust you."
"I'll make her the happiest woman in the world, as happy as she makes me. Thank you so much."
He said while kissing her hands and looking her directly in the eyes.
"I love you Bulma."
"I love you too Mirai."
Godfather again….
xxx end of dream xxx
Vegeta woke up sweating as if in battle…in this case not a physical one, but a mental one.
'Was I really dreaming of that Onna?! It cannot be! This mud ball is making my brains fry! UGHHHHHHHH! I don't give a shit if that wench sleeps around like a whore!'
That night Vegeta didn't manage to close his eyes anymore.
All he could think of was…
'That godamned wench!'
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