Hi there. And thank you for choosing to read this. And yes, I'm normal as I write this. Anyway, thank you for the reviews. I always enjoy reading them, especially from you guys that write back for the third or fourth time, that is COOL. Um, sorry, anyway, this chappie is exciting. We've got Radditz and friends finding a way to kill Frieza for good, and we've got Bulma and Yamcha on thier first date! Well, I don't think Yamcha has any idea, but Bulma'll make sure he does. Well anywoo, please enjoy and review. I mean it!
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Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: Somewhere w/ Yamcha
"So, um, what do you want?"
"Oh, um, I guess...whatever you're having, I guess," Bulma answered awkwardly, not knowing of how she was supposed to act.
"Ok, well...ooh, let's go here," he said, apparently hungry. Bulma agreed thankfully.
The place was mostly fast food chinese, only with a few American foods. Although she couldn't stand sushi, which was their biggest feature, this was her most favorite place in West City. Plus, that made it even better since this would be Yamcha's first visit to a restaurant, at least she thought so. She'd better check.
"Hey, Yamcha."
"Yeah."
"Have you ever been to one of these before?"
"Yeah! Are you kidding me!"
"Well, I just thought-"
"I'm not a fucking caveman, Bulma! I've been to one of these a...a few times," He said with self-defense in his voice but he was slowly losing certainty.
"Oh really?" Bulma said, a menacing glint in her cerluean eyes.
"Yes...,"Yamcha answered slowly with suspicion.
"Well," She started with bold confidance," then what are they called if you've been here so many times?"
The look on his face was priceless, causing a devious smirk of victory to grace her features. He knew she had won, and this was their first argument, to add insult to injury.
"Uh-uhm, well, it's a...a rest...a rest...a restroom?" Yamcha asked finally with some hope, which faded after seeing Bulma's eyebrow hike up.
Her smirk didn't fade, making Yamcha feel even more hopeless,"Nope. Close, but NO cigar!"
Then he playfully pushed her, and she playfully pushed him, until they got to the register, where Bulma immediately regained her composure and cleared her throat while others gaped at her royalty. Yamcha turned confused.
"Ummm, you know what you want, Yamcha? Ok, well, I'll have the Teriyaki Chicken Platter with...steamed rice please, and Yamcha wants...ok, and an Orange Chicken Dish...also with steamed rice. Yeah, that'd be all, thank you," She gave him a hearty smile before turning and posing perfectly for a camera, then gave them an autograph afterwards before she and Yamcha finally got to a table.
"So," She started in an obvious good mood,"You don't know what a restaurant is, hm?"
His expression, however, darkened as he answered in a pout," Shut up, I can't help that they've never built any in the middle of a kami-damn desert."
Bulma was taken back,"Hey, I was only teasing, don't take everything so seriously."
"Why did those people stare at you and take pictures of you? Are you famous or something?" He asked, apparently ignoring her last comment. She tried hard to suppress from bursting out in laughter.
"Um...you don't know who I am?" She looked bewildered.
"Uhhh, no. What are you, some secret princess or something?"
She laughed slightly, not wanting to hurt his feelings,"Well, pretty close. I'm the heir to the Capsule Corporation empire."
Yamcha's eyes were bigger than saucers and for a second he thought he had died and gone to heaven. He couldn't speak, he could barely breathe! The princess of Capsule Corp., was living in the same house as him?
"Uh...I-I can't believe it. But then again, I thought you looked familiar," He finally got out. Then her face was contorted with confusion.
"I do? How? Where else have you seen me?"
"Oh, all the travelers had those publicity magazines and you were all over them! But you hair was different in those so when I met you, you looked a lot different," he said matter-of-factly. She calculated all of this in her mind and came up with a very important question,
"What exactly did they say about me?"
"Oh, a whole bunch of stuff like...boys you were with, and things you bought and places you were, oh kami, and the things you did," Yamcha whistled,"All kinds of stuff like...you getting drunk and flashing people-"
"But I'm thirteen!" She shrieked, oblivious to the attention she was getting by the other people in the restaurant.
"-and then making out with everyone and dancing on bar tables, to them you were just wild!"
Her jaw dropped, she never went to the store with her mother, so she had no clue what they were saying about her. And Yamcha said ALL the travelers read about it! She didn't even do half those things, well maybe the getting drunk part...AND the dancing part, but she would NEVER just haul off and kiss a guy without even knowing him or having it be magical! And the flashing, PLEASE. She didn't have half the self-disrespect that it takes to get away with that. Kami, who the hell did they think-
"Hello?" Yamcha waved in her face, breaking through her thoughts,"Are you alive?"
"Oh, yeah. It's just that...I'm not even that much of a celebrity to be getting all this attention. But, whatever. If it's attention they want to give me, then it's attention I'll take. Hey, do you wanna go? You're already done," She asked, her plate clean as well. She took the trash and threw it away and then followed Yamcha back to her aircar.
Once there she asked,"Well? Did you have fun?"
"Yep. Not so starving anymore."
"Yeah. I know what you mean. Chinese always fills me up."
And with that, a silence filled the air, but it wasn't an awkward one, Bulma knew. The crisp, cool breeze of night gently blew into them, their hair wisping around in all sorts of places as diamond streetlights enhanced both of their faces, and both noticed.
"Bulma," Yamcha beckoned in a soft voice finally.
"Yes?"
"...I had fun."
She looked at him, searching for sarcasm or ridicule, but glady failed. A very soft smile appeared on her lips as she looked back onto the road.
"I had fun, too."
This time he stared at her, yet she kept her gaze on the road. He found himself memorizing the silver-blue outline the streetlights made on her seemingly perfect face, then he broke it when she caught him.
At that moment they finally got there and parked. When they got in the house the lights were dim, and the house apparently unoccupied.
"Hm, that's strange. It's only...9 o' clock. What could they be doing?" Bulma asked to particularily no one as she put her coat in the rack.
"Hey, check this out,"Yamcha handed her a piece of paper with scribble on it. It appeared to be a note from her parents:
Dear Bulma,
Had to run to Osaka for a while.
We'll be back in approx. two months.
Please be safe.
With Love,
Daddy.
Bulma's heart was racing as her eyes flickered aimlessly, then to Yamcha, worry and shock flooding her eyes.
She knew...that being in the same house alone with Yamcha for two months, would put her in a position for the worst.
Enter: Radditz /Location: Planet Frieza .39
"So? Whaddee say?"
He flashed a malicious smirk, "He's coming. It definitely caught his attention."
"Oh, goody. So...now what?"
"Well, what do you think, idiot? We wait."
"Oh."
Radittz went over to a control panel, the panel making all sorts of beeps and noises as he pressed them.
"Hey Radditz?"
"What is it now?"
"Uh, what exactly did you tell the Prince?"
"Oh, that we found a way to bring down Frieza."
"WHAT?"
"Do I really need to repeat myself?"
"B-But you don't! He'll blast you when he finds out!"
"When he finds out what?"
"That you don't have a plan!"
"Look, I do alright. Just because I don't let you in on it doesn't mean that I'm lying, you numbskull," He turned back to the panel,"Sheesh."
"But..."
"But WHAT?!"
"But do you really have a plan? And why can't I know?"
"Yes! It involves me, Vegeta, Nappa, and my little brother. And children mustn't know of these kind of things because they feel the need to tell people that shouldn't know."
"Hey! I won't tell anyone, and you don't even have a little brother!"
"Yes I do. He was shipped off to Earth hours before Vegeta-sei was destroyed. Don't tell me what I have and don't have, moron."
The short soldier growled,"Must you call me an insult after every damn sentence Radditz!"
He scoffed,"If the boot fits."
"Hmph."
Suddenly, the air around them began to shuffle as the temperature went up, the wind propelled from the Pod gushing their hair around. Radditz victoriously smirked,"He's here."
After landing a few yards from the base, Vegeta exited the SpacePod, which was immensely worn out, in all his glory and majesty. He squinted his eyes to catch a glimpse of Radditz's large mane and a small, furry creature in Saiyan armor. He then flew off towards the base, burning curiousity inside of him. What Radditz had told him would most likely change his life.
Radditz nodded his head in acknowledgement, but the creature however, gazed at him in fright but praise. Mostly what he had expected. Vegeta looked back to Radditz.
"Who's he?"
"That would be Solem. He's aiding us on this trip."
Vegeta's face contorted in rage,"What! Why must we require inferior galactic beings such as he to defeat our worst enemy? We are Saiyans for Kami's sake! This is absolutely preposterous!"
"Prince Vegeta! Maintain yourself! When we need medical attention or our mechanical devices need repairing, then he'll do it! What we will be doing will not leave us time to do so ourselves."
The Prince folded his arms and said simply,"He'll be killed."
"Not if we keep Frieza's attention on us. Now where is Nappa? He should be here."
Vegeta's look turned cold and stern, "He will not come. He is dead."
Radditz turned suddenly very serious, his expression almost sympathetic,"Well, then I guess it's just you, me, and my brother."
Vegeta's look shot to Radditz in surprise,"What did you say?"
"My brother, he's on Planet Earth at the moment."
Vegeta looked down for a second, his eyebrows knitted in concentration,' Wasn't that girl from Planet Earth? Hm, maybe this would be a sufficient plan...'
"Radditz, would you like to explain to me how the hell your brother would be needed in this plan?"
"Because he's the only one left besides us."
Vegeta's eyes widened as Radditz walked over to the panel again. Everyone knew that Radditz had many brothers, since both his parents would get stupidly involved with other specimens, reproducing half-Saiyan hybrids almost everywhere they went. But he never knew that Radditz would have a full Saiyan brother. Especially one that survived. Vegeta scoffed as he pondered the possibility of this fool being the legendary Super Saiyan.
"Radditz, there are no other inhabitants on this planet besides us, correct?"
"Hm, I'm not sure. When I arrived I didn't sense any ki around here. But don't fret, Prince, your presence won't be detected here. This one's one of the abandoned ones."
Vegeta's eyes bugged as anger took over him,"WHAT! Then they'll be lured over here first, because they'll think that I suspect that they won't come over here because of its little importance to them! Arggh! You fools!"
Radditz kept calm,"Listen, no one will come over here. I specifically told Frieza that I was guarding over the lands for you, and then I contacted him to report you not here. Hmpf, would you listen for once without blowing a fuse?"
The Prince narrowed his eyes, "Don't you defy me, you third class fool. My reaction was only that of wisdom, without me of knowledge that you had already reported me missing. You have no idea what I could make you into, Radditz, and you don't want to find out."
Radditz scoffed, "Fine, whatever. Just remember that we're sending for Earth next moon. Be prepared. Meanwhile, Solem will show you to the dining hall, if you even want to call it that of course. Solem, when you're finished with that task you can come out here and fix up Vegeta's Space Pod. Got it?"
"Yes sir," Solem said shakily as he looked up at the proud Prince, who looked less than entertained at the moment. Radditz smirked at the frail soldier's reaction to the Prince's presence, wondering how the Prince was perceived as fearful. He would certainly never allow the Prince to cause fear in him, ever.
Little did he know, that the one he called brother, would do that himself.
Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: CC bathroom
"Ahhh," Bulma sighed as she exited the fuming showers, "Oh no, not another pimple!"
She growled, causing Yamcha to poke his head in with a curious concern,"Everything okay in there?"
She scoffed,"Super...HEY! You moron, I'm in a freakin' towel! Arggh!"
Even after the door slammed in his face he was smirking to himself; she was starting to get used to it. He walked down the portrait-covered walls and into the shiny, clean kitchen, hoping it would stay shiny and clean over the time that Dr. Briefs and his wife were on vacation. He doubted it though, due to the fact that he knew that he would be occupied in that area for most of the time; but he wasn't Goku.
He heard a deep breath being taken from behind him, causing him, by instinct, to turn around to face his moody housemate. Whistling.
"Hey, what's up with you today?"
She looked at him, her face contorted in stunned innocence,"What did I do?"
His eyebrows shot up, "What did you do? You nag at me all day about eating your food, then you yell your heart out at me, then you slam the door in my face, and you want to know what you did? Are you insane?"
Her face kept its blankness,"Uhhh...sorry?"
His face faulted as eyes shot upward to the ceiling for mercy,"Just...forget it."
Confusion ran through her as she watched him stalk out of the bright kitchen and heard the door click shut. She slammed the counter door closed after putting her selected meal away; she wasn't very hungry anymore.
Although it was painted as a dream, it was quickly evolving into a nightmare.
Enter: Prince Vegeta /Location: Planet Frieza .39
"Keph, you actually associate that blasted toxicity with the word food? What, you have lost all of your senses? Kami, my taste buds are traumatized for life," Vegeta spat, Solem following behind him, looking more fearful than ever. Radditz only found Vegeta's attitude typical.
"Well I can't help it that the food in there's been kept uneaten for a few decades," Radditz said, trying to keep a straight face, especially when Vegeta's eyes bugged bigger than saucers,"Kami, are you really that gullible?"
The Prince's expression turned to anger,"Oh I'll show you something funny. How about your intestines halfway down your throat?"
Radditz scoffed,"Oh please. I've heard that one more than enough times."
"Whatever. Just know that you will not mess with me, or I'll have to show you why every inferior planet in the galaxy fears the mere mention of my name."
"Fine. Solem, what are you doing?! Get over here! Okay, you repair Vegeta's Spacepod while we have a little chat. Got it? Good."
Vegeta followed as they headed back down into the ruins. Radditz then stopped and looked around for any intruders; there was no ki around the area.
"Well? Are you finally going to explain to me what the hell this asinine plan of yours is?" Vegeta growled impatiently, curiosity burning inside of him.
"Yes! Cool it, now then. We are going to defeat Frieza quick and easy. All we need is you, me, and my brother. We will send for Earth right after your SpacePod is finished, which it almost is. We'll only need until the next moon, then we'll be ready. Now here's the catch..."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed.
"We are going to get my brother, have him give all his power to us, and since he's in the search for you, then we'll lure him to another abandoned planet after I report your presence. Then we pretend we're in the middle of a fight when he arrives. But before that, my brother is going to lend us his energy so then we won't have to do it infront of Frieza. And then he can't interfere. Then both of us pair up against him, one distracting him, so the other can get a good shot. Do you see now?"
A small smirk appeared on the Prince's face,"I understand that you are against him as well as I," He got closer and whispered, "But he is. Mine."
Radditz immediately became outraged,"What! Y-You mean you are backing out?"
"Precisely. I cannot depend on others to attain revenge. It would be a conspiracy, not to mention a complete act of weakness on my part. I cannot afford such a humiliating position, especially in regards to my title."
"What TITLE? If you think for a second that being a Prince to a destroyed planet makes you any higher than us or the remaining Saiyans, if you really think it matters anymore, then you're more of a weak-minded, arrogant fool than I-"
Radditz suddenly felt himself being pushed up off of the ground and into a nearby rock. When he finally regained composure he sneered at the enraged Prince,"Did I hit the nail on the head, Vegeta? Did I finally strike a nerve that no one else has even approached? Good. Teach you something for once you ignorant piece of dirt."
"Now keep talking Radditz, let that foolish mouth of your keep running. Faster and faster. Come on third-class, give me a piece of your high intellect," Vegeta said with false modesty, then scoffed when Radditz didn't reply,"You're the ignorant fool here. If you were a true saiyan you wouldn't require your infant brother's strength. Weak coward. How dare you confront me about my title and what matters! You couldn't defeat Dodoria if you tried, much less Frieza himself."
"Oh, quit lying to yourself. Belittling me won't do it Vegeta. Nothing you say or do to anyone won't make it go away. Not your title, not your theories, not anything of yours is going to do it for you. And I think you know it. Becoming Super Saiyan is your number one goal, right? Well, what are you gonna do when we're all dead? When Frieza's gone, when my brother's gone, when I'm gone? What? What are you going to do then? Becoming Super Saiyan won't erase everything that matters to you, nor will it erase what kills you inside. You'll still have emotions, that will never change-"
A giant ki ball went Radditz's way as he heard the Prince roar over it,"SHUT UP! Just SHUT UP! You know NOTHING of what is inside of me, and YOU NEVER WILL! Just keep yourself inside your own puny little world, where you're surrounded by the illusion that you have what it takes to defeat that stupid bitch of a fighter! Just leave me BE!"
It took a while for all the dust to die down, and when it did, Radditz stood, his right arm bleeding heavily,"Right. Keep telling yourself ALL the kami-damn lies, and all the stories to keep yourself going. If that what it takes for you to do it, then knock yourself out. But being something and acting like something, and convincing yourself you are something, they are all different. You choose what you are doing.
"Yes, you are the Prince of the Saiyans, yes you will defeat Frieza all by yourself, and yes you are completely emotionless, and finally, you are the legendary Super Saiyan. Are you happy now, Vegeta? Did you believe one word of what I just said? Did you feel inside of you that you believed everything that I listed? If not, then I suggest... you find a new hobby."
And with that...Vegeta never saw Radditz again.
Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: CC
Her thunderous sneeze echoed in the spacious house for what seemed like the hundredth time. She rolled her burning, watery eyes when she realized that this may not have not been the best time for her mother to be gone. She reached for a tissue, but then found out that she was down to zero when she had to lower her hand down all the way to the bottom of the carton.
She was about to groan when another imposing sneeze claimed her nostrils. She then knew she had no choice; she had to acquire Yamcha's assistance.
'No! I am an independant...female, and therefore I do not need some jerk's help just because I caught a measely cold. But...it does hurt like a bitch, and I can't go out like this. Ugh, I hate it when life just proves to be a conspiracy in EVERY FUCKING SITUATION!'
She took a strained but deep breath before knocking every so softly on his ajar door. Instead of waiting for him to invite her, she slowly pushed open, deciding that it was urgent.
"Um, Yamcha? Uhhh...I was wondering if..you could do something for me?" She asked meekly, taking the innocent, helpless girl approach.
His expression remained blank,"What?"
"Uh, well, you see...We kinda ran out of tissues, so..."
His eyebrows hiked more up as he slowly nodded his head, apparently waiting for her to continue.
"Do you think you could get some for me?"
He turned confused,"Uh, well. Why can't you do it?"
She narrowed her eyes,"Why can't you?"
"Because you look fully capable of getting it yourself," He said very slowly, as if she were deaf.
"Oh my kami! Are you that lazy that you can't do just ONE thing for me? Just ONE?"
"But...I don't get it. Why can't you-"
"Because I'm SICK, you selfish jerk! Can't you tell-I mean, I've only been sneezing and coughing ALL DAMN DAY!"
"Oh, well gosh, why didn't you say that?"
"Because, I thought that maybe you could be a little sincere to just get something for me, and do me a fucking favor, whether I'm able to or not...But I guess you can't-...I mean, You won't believe how much this hurts," Tears came quickly as she covered her face to hide them. She heard him jump up automatically. Then she felt his arms around her, it was too good to be true.
"Oh, jeez, Bulma. I'm...I'm really sorry. I-I didn't mean to hurt you or anything. You know...you're right. I'll go get it. Don't worry. You gonna be alright alone?" He gently pulled her hands form her face and gave her the most sincere look of compassion she was convinced that she would ever see.
"Y-Yeah," She stammered, her voice hoarse and dry,"Sure."
He gave her a small smile before grabbing his coat(it was still winter-Feb.), and heading out the door, but not before going to her and giving her a small peck first. She mouthed 'Bye' before he walked out. Then the most beautiful smile came over her.
"Now THAT...was what I'm talkin' about," She commented slyly to thin air. Then she walked over to the couch to relax awhile.
But soon jumped up when she heard that ever familiar growl in the kitchen.
Yeah, finally. The 10th chapter anniversary! Unfortunately, I'm not the happiest bunny of the bunch because, well, I have a fuckin' cold on top of all this mess AND the Iowa tests RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS GOD DAMNED FLU!
...Okay. I'll cut you some slack, IF you cut me some slack. Please? I'm begging you. PLEASE Review this one. I'll do anything.
P.S.: I don't know if any of you caught on to this, but when Yamcha was talking about what the magazine said, I hope you heard somethings a little familiar: It's referring to a certain hotel heiress, BLONDE hotel heiress. I dunno, just a time for a little comparison between her and Bulma, both are heiresses you know.
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