"Vidalia, I'm here to model for the new painting you wanted to make," he shouted as he barged into the house. Crap. She had forgotten she had invited him over. Now was not the time for him to be around. She huddled in the bathroom, being as quiet as possible. Hopefully he would just go away."Come on! I know you're here. I can sense you," he called. She cursed his freaky sixth sense abilities.

He walked up to the bathroom door and banged on it. "Hey! Come on, let's get these photos taken so you can start on your project," he shouted, "I've got training in an hour."

"Go away, I'm busy!" she shouted back, "I have to wash my hair. Come back later."

"That's a load of crap," he retorted, "Vidalia, I don't know whether to be insulted because you thought I couldn't tell when you're lying, or that you think I'm dumb enough to not remember that there isn't a shower in that room. Seriously, I'm in your house almost as often as you."

"Well maybe I'm using the sink!" she snapped, "Don't you have anything better to do, Veggie-head?"

"Not for another hour thanks to you, Onion-girl," he responded with equal bite as he leaned against the wall next to the door. "You're not going to win. You can't stay in there forever, and I'm not leaving until you get out of there," he said with a smirk, "It doesn't even matter. I can alway break down the door if I like."

Vidalia sighed. There was no beating him in this game. The door clicked as it unlocked and she stepped outside. "You're a prick, you know that?" she stated as she glared at him.

Vegeta's smirk fell. "And you look like crap. Maybe you should be taking a shower," he observed. He was right. Her hair was a mess. She was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. There were dark circles under her eyes and she looked visibly sick from a combination of stress and her upset stomach.

That didn't stop her from arguing with him. "Maybe you should take one. You smell like a 20 year old gym sock," she snapped.

He shrugged, arms still folded. "I've been training all morning. What's your excuse?"

"None of your business,"

"Too bad, I'm making it my business,"

"What makes you think you can do that?"

"Because as a 'prick' it's my job to mess with your life," he argued, "And it's not like you can stop me."

Vidalia glared at him. "Fine!" she muttered, dragging him into the bathroom, "You want to know so bad, then here you go!" she picked up the pregnancy test that she had left on the counter when she had gone to open the door and pointed at it.

Vegeta looked at the piece of plastic in her hand in confusion then to her expectantly. There was a long, awkward pause. "And this means what exactly?" he finally prompted.

Vidalia blinked at him in surprise. "It's a pregnancy test, you idiot!" she cried in exasperation, "I'm pregnant!" One of Vegeta's eyebrows raised before he nodded in understanding. "How could you not know what a pregnancy test is?" she questioned.

"You do realize you are one of the few humans, and to a greater extent females, that I actually talk to, right?" he offered in response.

Vidalia sighed. "I should, considering you were so reclusive that my mom thought you were an imaginary friend for a good six months…" she muttered as she slid to the floor.

He sat down next to her. "So who's the father?" he asked.

"Marty…" she admitted.

Vegeta looked at her in shock. "Why?!" he questioned.

"I don't know...he said that he could get me a gig as an artist for album covers…" she sighed.

"So what are you going to do now?" he asked, "Are you getting rid of it?"

"I can't," she said rubbing her eyes. "Not only would my mom kill me and I have no idea where a clinic is...but I don't think I could make myself go through with it." "But I don't have anyway to take care of it," she lamented, "I'm barely making enough to scrape by and even if I find Marty, which at this point might be impossible, he's sure as heck not gonna pay child support."

"Hmm…" Vegeta thought. He got up and started walking towards the door. "I'll be back...eventually," he said before shutting the door behind him.

...

Empire City

Marty walked out of the bar with a young man. A guitar was slung over his back. "You really think I can go far in the music industry?" the young man asked.

"Trust me kid, with my help, you'll make to the top in no time at all!" he said. "Now wait here. I just need to get the paperwork from my car," he said as he stepped into an alley. An old beat up rental car sat next to a brick wall. Marty pulled out his keys. As he began unlocking his car, he heard footsteps. He turned around and scanned the alley way. When he saw nothing, he turned back to his car, opened the door, and started pulling out papers.

"Still looking for talent to leach off of?" a voice spoke up. Marty jumped and turned to see a shorter man with spiky black hair. His arms were folded over his chest and he was smirking. "Maybe you should take me on. I'm not much of a singer, but I've been told I'm good at landing a 'smash hit,'" he continued.

Marty scowled at him. "Sorry, but I've already got a client," he dismissed, "So beat it kid before I call the cops." Marty started walking away.

Vegeta frowned and moved in front of him. "I wasn't done talking to you," he snarled, taking a step forward.

"Hey! Stay away from me!" he warned, as he backed up, "What do you want from me?"

"You're going to come with me," Vegeta stated, tail lashing back and forth, "You caused my friend a lot of grief. Now, you're going to make up for it."

"Oh sure!" Marty said backing up to the open car door, "No problem! I'm sorry for hurting your friend. Let me just get my wallet and-" He reached into the car and swiftly pulled out a gun. "Give you something to chew on!" he snapped as he fired at the Saiyan several times. Marty's eyes widened as they all just bounced off. Vegeta glared at him before stepping forward and slapping the gun out of his hand while punching him in the stomach.

Marty flew down the alley and hit a collection of trash cans. "You really shouldn't have done that…" Vegeta sneered as he walked up to him. He then pulled him up by his shirt. "Now…" Vegeta said with a smirk, "Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" Marty swallowed in fear.

….

Vidalia hadn't see Vegeta in days. No one had. Rose and the others were starting to get worried, though not for his safety. They were more worried that he might have gotten in way over his head with something, and Vidalia was starting to feel the same. Then one morning he showed up again at Vidalia's door. She opened it to find him standing there, gripping a very beat up looking Marty by the back of his hoodie.

"You were wrong Vidalia," he said with an evil grin, "Not only was fairly easy to find, but also he seems to be very willing to pay for child support, isn't that right?" He shook the man slightly for emphasis. He yelped and then nodded frantically, fear plastered across his face.

So I decided to continue with more Vegeta and Vidalia. I enjoy writing these two. Next chapter should be more stuff with Steven again. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you think!