A/N: I'm following about a half million stories and non of which have been updating with any real frequency. The result being that I'm writing more to make up for it. This chapter took a bit to put out. We had inventory at my store so I've bee kept busy without a lot of idle time to cook up more story points, but all and all I hope it was worth the wait.
PS (\l) (^,,,,^) (l/) I love Zoidburg, and I'd so add him into this story if I could get away with it.
Disclaimer: I'm thinking about trying to but stock in Funimation just so that I can truthfully say that I own a small percentage of DBZ, but until then I don't, so enjoy.
Chapter 2: Remember The Taitans
"You're kidding!" the heiress squealed in delight. "That's wonderful."
"I know, right?" Yamcha replied. "I could hardly believe it myself."
Part of Vegeta wanted to ask what was going on, but part of him didn't want to suffer aneurysm. Scarface had just come over and the two had been babbling nonstop about some nonsense, and were slowly making their way from the courtyard to the kitchen where he was eating his well earned breakfast in, what had been up until a few moments ago, peace.
Correction: Scarface was no longer an adequate nickname for the woman's mate. Vegeta had been introduced to a certain movie by the same name and decided that the idiot what not worthy of the association. "Loser," "weakling," and "pathetic excuse for a warrior" would just have to suffice.
Upon sparing the chatty couple a passing glance he couldn't help but notice the newly formed bruise on the nape of the loser's neck. It wasn't exactly fresh, a few hours at the most, but it occurred long before he got here this morning and it wasn't there when he left yesterday afternoon claiming there was something his agent wanted to talk to him about.
The Saiyan Prince did not gain knowledge of this situation of his own free will. The bothersome shrew had been lonely after the weakling had left and had somehow managed to persuade him to watch movies with her. The woman had seduced him with the promise of as much pizza and popcorn as he could eat, and it had provided him with a means to unwind after a hard day's training. The two of them had managed to put the awkwardness of their one night, or in their case one afternoon, stand behind them. They watched a string of cheesy horror flicks while they both ate a disturbingly large amount pepperoni pizza.
She had the courtesy of waiting until the boring parts where no one was being torn limb from limb or facing some other form of grotesque death to vent her problems. In all honesty it was more interesting than most of Haunted House on Birch Avenue, and Darker than Black. Neither film had much of a story and in place of any intelligible plot line there had simply been a lot of nudity. One of the women who bared it all was known to the female sitting beside him.
The prince had nearly jumped out of his skin when the woman suddenly shouted "Oh my God! That's Maron!"
"Who?"
"Oh yeah, you were in space when that happened." She went on to explain, "Krillen was dating that girl for a few weeks ."
"Baldie!" Vegeta exclaimed. "He was dating that?" he pointed disbelievingly at the screen where the well endowed female was taking off her top while staring blankly into the camera.
Her acting had been by far the worst he'd ever seen. Her part only lasted five minutes. Most of which was spent running from the killer while completely nude.
Bulma watched with rapt attention as the killer closed on the brainless bimbo. As the knife penetrated it's victim the woman shouted, "That's what you get for calling me old, you stupid bitch!"
Vegeta had to sit through the scene where Baldie's ex girlfriend was brutally stabbed and gutted about 5 more times before finally getting tired of it. He had to take the remote from the woman to keep her from skipping back to that scene again.
Sadly the rest of the movie wasn't much better so the woman talked him more than she did when they were watching those horridly repetitive 'Saw' movies. When they got to 'Saw V' Vegeta decided that enough was enough and demanded she pick something else. When the movie was over he'd relented and allowed the woman to watch what she had deemed "the best part" again.
It was hardly a night worth remembering. It had ended on a very boring note with the woman asleep on his shoulder. The only reason he wound up placing his arm around her was to keep from pitching forward onto the floor. That was the ONLY reason. It wasn't at all comfortable, well maybe a little, but it wasn't enjoyable. That's why he took her to her room and laid her in her bed about an hour after his arm finally fell asleep, and the Night in Terror Plaza had long since ended. He wouldn't have bothered tucking her in if he wasn't sure she would be a howling like a banshee in the morning if she woke up with cold toes.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been reminiscing about the night before, or why he'd done it in the first place when the woman's voice roused him from his reverie.
"Mom! You'll never believe it!"
"What is it dear?"
"They're making a movie called "Remember the Taitans" about the season Yamcha joined the team, and he's gonna be in it playing himself as the lead character!"
"My goodness, that's wonderful!" she said happily, "and I'll bet that if it's about Yamcha they might have something about you. Maybe you could get the part of yourself too, sweetie?"
"I hadn't thought about that." she considered the possibilities for a moment, but her thoughts were interrupted.
"Actually babe, the part of you had already been cast before my agent even talked to me about it."
"Awww, I guess it's for the best." She conceded. "I'd hate to see what would happen if the Gravity Machine broke during a take."
Vegeta emitted a low growl as he bit into another piece of bacon while the others enjoyed a laugh.
"Well, who got the part?" The woman asked.
"Synthia Vaughn."
"I don't believe it. Synthia Vaughn is playing me."
"She's not the only one." Vegeta grumbled as stole another glance at the mark on the weakling's neck.
Yamcha must felt his eyes because he covered his neck sheepishly and excused himself to the bathroom. He didn't return to kitchen, instead choosing to call out from the den.
"Babe, I just remembered. I... I got some errands to run today, but I'll be back tonight for the party!"
"But Yamcha!"
"Sorry, gotta go!"
It had been one thing when he and woman had their 'incident.' She and the weakling had been broken up for a little over a month when it had happened. The fact that the fool was actually seeing another woman behind his pregnant woman's back infuriated him. The bent fork in his hand was a testament to it, but he knew he had already meddled more than he should've between the two of him. It pained him. He wasn't sure why. It was most likely because the fool was beneath the woman. She could have easily found better. She wasn't good enough for the Prince of all Saiyans by any means, but she certainly deserved better than the pathetic loser to whom she was tied.
"Vegeta, sweetie, you will be coming to the party tonight, won't you?" the elder Brief woman asked.
"Party?" He hadn't really been aware of a party. "Why are you throwing a party?"
"Yamcha and I are gonna tell everyone about the baby!" Bulma said happily.
"How wonderful." he responded sarcastically.
"There'll be a ton of food." Bulma added hopefully as she sat down to her own sizable breakfast.
"Just a ton?" he quirked an eyebrow inquisitively, "What'll everyone else eat?"
Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared as grabbed the news paper and began pummeling the prince with it. "How dare you insinuate that I'm fat!" she shrieked in outrage.
Under most circumstances he would not have allowed such abuse. However, seeing as how it was first and foremost a pregnant woman, and secondly a pregnant woman who could do him absolutely no harm with a thick roll of paper; he allowed her to play out her rage against the side of his head while he sat there eating his bacon completely unfazed. She growled in frustration when she noticed her lack of effect and sat back down unceremoniously.
"Now that you have calmed yourself I would like to state that I said nothing about your weight only your food consumption." The prince said smugly as he bit into another piece of bacon.
"I know what he means, dear." her mother interjected, "Sometimes I swear I'm feeding two Saiyans."
The pair at the table blanched, but said nothing as they resumed their meal.
"There isn't something you're not telling me is there?" Mrs Brief asked almost knowingly.
"Of course not mom!" Bulma said in complete denial.
"You do seem to eat more than any pregnant woman I've ever seen before, dear." her mother responded. "If anything did happen between you two you wouldn't have to hide it. I'm not trying to pry, honest."
"Mom!" she howled as her face turned redder than the strawberries on top of her stack of pancakes.
"Well, I'm gonna go water the flowers." Mrs. Brief said as she retreated from the kitchen. "So if either of you are still hungry just come let me know, okay."
"I'm so sorry about that, Vegeta." Bulma said after the door shut behind her mother.
"It's fine woman." he responded. "I got used to your mother's antics a long time ago, or do you not remember the time she made me a Shirley Temple."
Bulma laughed at the memory of when they all were wished back to Earth from Namek. The mighty and fearless Veg had seemed at a loss as to how to deal with her mother. She treated him like the hero he wasn't, and he had no idea how to respond to his overly gracious hostess. The Saiyan Prince's awkward antics were a source of entertainment for Bulma and the Nameks during the time he had stayed with them. It had taken about three months before he finally started accepting the hospitality rather than questioning it dumbfounded.
"You'll come to party, won't you, Vegeta?"
"As long as you leave me some food, woman."
He expertly caught the strawberry she flung at him, and popped it into his mouth. He flashed her a satisfactory grin as he chewed it slowly savoring its flavor. She tried not to watch his enjoyment as she had instantly regretted having grabbed her largest strawberry in her moment of rage. She blushed a little remembering the last time she'd seen that look on his face. She rose a little too quickly to get away from the object of her embarrassment only to get dizzy and loose her balance. Vegeta noticed this and was there to steady her in a fraction of a heart beat.
"You need to be more careful, woman."
The thoughts she'd just been having coupled with the way he was holding her deepened the shade of red on her blushing face. She kept her head tilted down to hide it from him. "I'll be fine, I just need to sit back down."
He obliged her by deftly pulling out her chair and gently setting her down in it.
"I forget sometimes how fragile you humans are." he said as he grabbed his last piece of bacon off of his plate.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked indignantly and forgetting her embarrassment.
"You have so much more spirit than many races ten times more powerful."
"Is that a compliment?" she said her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Perhaps." he took a bite out of his bacon strip, left the room, and Bulma alone with her thoughts.
She watched the prince longingly as he walked away. She knew she shouldn't. She was carrying another man's child after all, but that other man was hardly ever there. Sure they hadn't broken up for about two weeks, but as was mentioned before, he was never there. If he was never there he wasn't around to argue and break up with. He also wasn't there for moments like the one that had just transpired. He wasn't there to watch movies with her late into the night and put her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch.
No, she could never have her prince again. Especially not now that she was having Yamcha's baby. She had a memory of brief moment in time they had shared, and the dreams of what might have been. She locked them away in her heart. It had been wrong to trick him the way she had, but he didn't seem to hold it against her.
Chances were that even if she hadn't gone back to Yamcha, and been pregnant with his child that nothing would've happened between the two of them beyond that one day. Still, a girl can dream, can't she?
Well, parties don't prepare themselves.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I hope to have another one up soon as well as updates to the other two stories that I'm currently pumping out.