Author: Saijan Bulma
Rating: 9/10
Dalmo�s Comments: This is really good for the first time readers as you get into it straight away. Follow the plot carefully and you�ll get the full understanding.
Bittersweet Loneliness
I watched them, so strong, so fierce, so stubborn and just ...perfect for each other, yet there was one little problem-
"Vegeta! You busted those robots AGAIN?! I'm gonna KILL you!"
-There's no point explaining.
"I have to train, don't I?" Vegeta snapped back at the blue haired woman who was shaking a fist at him fruitlessly. "How can I train if they break so damned easily?"
Bulma let out an angry breath, seething with hatred, and stormed back into the house.
Vegeta laughed softly. "Stupid woman."
Goku watched Bulma leave and sighed in dismay. He glanced at Krillin who shrugged.
"What's the matter with you?" Vegeta asked as if it was the least interesting subject in the world.
He came out of his wondering with a curt look at Vegeta's arrogant stance. "Nothing ...it's just...�
"Spit it out."
"DoyoulikeBulma?!" He said, startled.
"Slow it down and say it again." Vegeta instructed. "You aren't a child. I shouldn't have to do this."
"Do_you_like_Bulma?" Goku said.
He mused on the thought for a second. "No."
"Not even a little?"
"No."
Goku frowned. "But you think she's pretty, right?"
Vegeta laughed. "Yes, she isn't bad-looking."
"Are you attracted to her?"
"Hell no!" The prince retorted rather too quickly. "Bulma is Bulma, nothing less."
"Don't you mean 'nothing more'?" Goku said slyly sneaking in a grin. "'Coz normally you'd say 'nothing more'."
"Yes, yes, now quit your chatter." He got into his fighting stance. "We have training to do."
"You-like-Bulma." Goku said in a singsong voice. "And-you-won't-admit-it!"
"Do not!"
"Uh-huh." Goku smirked. "Don't deny it! Krillin's always� denying it. Come on, Vegeta! You'd score with her if you could."
Krillin, who was sat cross-legged with them in the front yard of Bulma's house, rolled over, laughing. Vegeta's reaction to this was to blush and hit Goku upside the back of his head.
"Highly improbable." He snorted. "The woman and I can't spend more than 10 minutes in each other's company."
"Oh, I know that. And what's more," he stood, straightening his t-shirt, "I know WHY."
"Humour me." He scowled.
Goku looked thoughtful. "Have you ever felt like you want to move closer to someone - I mean physically, not emotionally?"
"Kakkorrot! What are you talki-"
"Nah-Ah!!" Goku held up his hand and made a funny noise that Vegeta assumed meant 'shut up for second'. So he rolled his eyes and let his 'friend', as you might call him, continue.
"Do you ever feel a little warmer when that person is in the same place as you? Like, as if the temperature just went up? Your lips go all tingly and weird ...you get all aware of yourself and what you're doing-"
"Why?" Vegeta looked a little troubled for some reason.
Goku didn't answer, he just continued firing rhetorical questions (for some reason of his own). "Do you feel different about that person than everyone else? I'll bet you do. I'll bet you feel really weird when you insult her and get a funny feeling when she shouts. You know I'm talking about Bulma so don't give me that dumb look. Am I right?"
"No." Vegeta gave him a funny look. "Have you been smoking something? You're getting a little over excited about your stupid accusations."
"Come on, admit it!" Goku said like a drill sergeant. "You are ATTRACTED to BULMA!" He put a foot forward, getting carried away.
"Hey, man! Calm down!" Krillin interjected. "You're staring to scare me."
"Likewise." Vegeta muttered, disconcerted. "Look, if all you want to do is talk about that Onna then I'm going to get some breakfast." He turned away. "At least that won't ask me stupid questions."
"Darn." Goku said to himself.
Krillin shook his head. "Will you give over trying to hook Vegeta and Bulma up? It ain't gonna happen."
"It will if I can help it." Goku said determinedly. "They're perfect for each other!"
"Keep dreaming." Krillin sighed. "The only thing that those two are perfect for is bitching the hell outta each other. Vegeta just isn't gonna settle down with anybody full stop."
"Well, maybe, but-"
"No buts about it." Krillin said authoritatively. "She's marrying Yamcha in less than 5 weeks. You've no chance of stopping that."
Goku rose into the air and punched at the air. "Dammit! It'll never work!"
His bald friend grinned, thinking he had got through to his companion.
"I mean, what's gonna happen when Bulma finds out what a cheat Yamcha is??"
Krillin groaned. Goku's head was thicker than rock.
Vegeta opted for sandwiches.
16 of them.
16 sandwiches with a mixture of either sweet mustard, ham or some unidentified spread that Vegeta had picked up out of the fridge.
Bulma walked in to the massive kitchen/dining room and just stared at the plate in front of Vegeta. "Why aren't you fat?" She asked.
"Training, duh." He felt a little warm around the collar. "Did your mother put the heating on? It's a bit warm in here."
"I was thinking the same thing." Bulma licked her lips and turned away.
Vegeta decided she was hungry. "You want one?" He offered one of the better-made sandwiches (the one that wasn't too over-packed).
"Thank you." She came closer and her scent got stronger; Vegeta had memorised it without knowing. It was a nice smell, completely unique to her. She took the sandwich and went to the farthest away part of the table. Vegeta sighed inwardly with relief. He didn't like her being too close.
Bulma ate with her back straight and her chin up, as Vegeta did. She was proud of her figure but never really did anything with it.
Goku entered the kitchen, an exasperated Krillin in tow.
"Hungry?" Vegeta asked.
"Always." Goku said, looking at the sandwiches. "Was that an offer?"
Vegeta smirked. "No, get your own."
His face fell and he turned to Bulma. "Do you mind if I make a sandwich or two?"
"Ask Vegeta for one of his, he shared with me." She said, not listening to the earlier discourse.
"Huh?" Goku was confused. "You gave one to Bulma but you won't share with me? I'm hurt!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and passed the plate to Goku. "I guess there's plenty there."
Vegeta turned away for just a few seconds to offer one to 'chrome-dome' - who declined - but when he turned back he suddenly found that he had the urge to strangle Goku.
"Never mind, Krillin." Vegeta growled. "He's eaten them all."
Yamcha walked up the steps, flowers in hand, smile on face and all foreign perfume smells expertly covered up. The path to Bulma's door was pretty long but it was worth it to see those legs of hers.
He whistled off-key as he as he pressed the buzzer and spoke into it.
"Yo, it's me!"
"Oh! Yamcha!" He heard Mrs Breifs say. "Great ...come in dear."
She opened the door, pressing in the security code. He sauntered through the door and kissed Mrs Breifs on the cheek.
"Hey, that's enough of that!" Bulma snapped playfully, appearing at the kitchen door. "I know she's gorgeous but just remember who you're marrying!"
Mrs Breifs giggled her tickly little laugh and side stepped into the kitchen. She didn't look where she was going and bumped into Vegeta. He bent down to help her up with a scornful roll of his eyes.
"You should really watch where you're going ma'am." He spoke politely like a guest should. It wasn't normal behaviour for him but he was still musing over what Goku had said to him.
She patted his shoulder and smiled. "Oh, don't be silly, Vegeta dear. Oh my, I'm sorry, you told me not to call you that. Anyway, I know this nice girl, Mary's daughter-"
Vegeta stepped past her, cutting her off with a wave of his hand and took his scowl outside to the G-room.
Bulma's mother had forgotten that her daughter was there for the few moments that she took to admire Vegeta's retreating figure (i.e., ass).
"Mother! You are such a pervert!" She said, taking the flowers from Yamcha.
Mrs Breifs snapped out of her daydream and took one last look at the prince as he jogged down the flag stone path. She glanced at Yamcha and then to Bulma and said quite sorrowfully: "What a shame."
Bulma shook her head, embarrassed, as her mother walked up the hall to the living room.
Vegeta pounded away furiously at his invisible sparring partner.
'Little by little, I'm getting stronger. I can feel it!' He let his thoughts drift by themselves. Idle and unwanted thoughts began to fill his head.
'I wonder what the woman is doing right now? Oh yeah, she's with that shit. Man, I could smell the perfume through his cologne. He could at least of had the decency to wash it off. Damn, and Bulma is too blind to see him for what he is.' For some reason that made him angry. He felt his blood boil at the name Yamcha. 'Hell, why should I care?'
With that last mental comment he attempted to drown all the unusual little musings in thoughts of how hard he needed to push himself. Yet still, one lone renegade of a consideration popped up with a little yellow life jacket on. It spoke to him, his own voice yet softer somehow.
'Maybe Kakkorrot's right.'
He yelled with fury at his own head.
"Stop it!"
'I don't fell like that about anyone anymore!'
The traitor thoughts still kept pushing against his own.
'Ah, so you've felt it before, have you?'
Vegeta sat down and closed his eyes to meditate.
'What are you? My inner Kakkorrot?'
'Something like that ...you can call me uncle conscience.'
Vegeta nearly burst out laughing.
'Uh, yeah, note to self: remind conscience that it doesn't exist anymore.'
'Are you sure?'
The voice was gone after that. Vegeta continued training, resolving to think of it no more.
Yamcha spared no expense. Posh restaurant, posh wine, posh cologne - yep, he spared no expense.
'This is the night!! Years of this shit and tonight I'm finally gonna get her to pull down her knickers, I'm sure of it. Then tomorrow I can go and see Danielle...' Yamcha thought to himself.
"What's wrong?" Bulma asked him. She was sat in the passenger seat of his flash, BMW hover car. Apparently Pro baseball was a VERY well paid job.
"Nothing, sweetie." He put his hand on her thigh.
Bulma scowled and pushed it off. "What did we agree on about petting when you're driving!?"
"Sorry." He retracted his hand, spurned.
She undid the top button on her shirt. "When we get back to house, OK? I promise we can make out at least."
'Oh, we'll do far more than make out, baby.'
Bulma had never done much more than some severely heavy petting. The technical word for Bulma was a 'virgin', I guess.
Yamcha rolled the word over and over in his head. Such a horrible word. 'She's all mine. After all the hard work before she just wouldn't drop her pants! But now...' He looked gleefully at the engagement ring on Bulma's finger. He didn't wear his - engagement rings scared other girls off. 'Surely she'll let me in now we're engaged. I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier.'
"Yamcha, LOOK OUT!!" Bulma screamed as Yamcha nearly skidded into a car.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU MANIAC!!" Yamcha yelled out of the window. Then he realised he was in the wrong lane.
Bulma threatened to get out and walk out, but Yamcha used all his charm to keep her in. They made it back to Bulma's house without further incident.
Vegeta turned off the Gravity machine. He was tired. As he stepped out of the G-room he came face to face with Bulma. She looked quite nice - for a human.
Bulma could not help but admire Vegeta's muscles, and the sweat rolling down them.
They both sighed the same 'Oh-No-not-him/her' sigh and Vegeta turned around and went back into the G-room.
'A few more minutes training can't hurt me.' He thought, not acknowledging Yamcha's existence and slammed the door behind him.
"Does he ever stop training?" Bulma hissed. Yamcha took her hand and led her up the path to her house.
"Guess not." He replied. It was no secret that Yamcha and Vegeta were not on friendly terms
She smiled and tiptoed into the house. It was late. "Must be why he's so strong."
"Yeah." Yamcha wanted to get off the subject. "So, shall we go to your room?" He asked suggestively.
"Yamcha, we shouldn't." She said. "I think-"
"-You think what??" Yamcha asked, displeased. "How long are you gonna make me wait!? I've been gagging for it since I met you! 3 years without a shag. Do you know how hard that is for me?"
"I believe we've been together for 5 years." She corrected him.
"Please, just once?" He begged. "We're getting married! You can't keep on pushing me away like this."
"You're right." Bulma said. "It's just that I so much wanted to save myself for my wedding night."
"Fuck that!" Yamcha picked her up and she giggled. "That is just so Indian!"
She looked at him through eyes that were apprehensive, scared yet anticipating something amazing.
"OK, but lets go to the guest room." She hooked her legs over his arm. "My bed's only a single."
"Trust me, that is not a problem!"
Vegeta came in late that night ...well, it was more like the morning. He collapsed into his bed. Recently he had felt something missing in his regime. The normal routine just wasn't as satisfying as it used to be.
'Eat, train, sleep, fight with the woman ...why is something missing?' Was his last though as sleep pounced on him and his regular nightmares whisked him away.
Colours can say many things about someone or something. Vegeta saw blacks and murky browns in his nightmares. They were almost always the same. Only the faces were different.
Sometimes it was Frieza - holding the whip in one hand, the whip that forced all those buried memories back. The beatings, the shame. In the hands of a normal fighter, that whip wouldn't affect Vegeta at all. But Frieza's hands were much stronger. The scars on his neck and back were solid proof that anything can wound if you put enough strength behind it.
Other times it was Kakkorrot. Mockery! Simple mockery. His birthright meant nothing, he was surpassed by a third classed Saijan.
Even his father would rise up sometimes.
"I'm so ashamed of you, Vegeta." No one could understand how those words ripped through him, even if they were only an invention of his contorted mind.
But tonight was something that frightened him almost as much as Frieza. A woman, with long blue-black hair all the way down her back. She was beautiful. Vegeta felt something for her, but it wasn't attraction or any such feeling as fickle as that, it was the love that a son would feel for mother.
"M-mother?" He'd seen her only a few times. Father had decided she was raising Vegeta too soft and he'd had her executed.
"Vegeta?" She turned around and beamed. "Darling! Oh, my sweet little boy! How strong you've grown! And so handsome. I'm so proud."
Vegeta breathed in sharply. "Mother!" He jumped into the air and flew towards her as fast as could. He was still in the same spot when he stopped. "I can't reach you!" She disappeared. "Where are you?? Don't leave again, mother...?"
Mrs Breifs was passing Vegeta's room. She heard him shout.
She shuddered. "Whatever could be wrong with him?!"
Vegeta didn't wake up as she opened the door; she worried about him.
The words he mumbled in his sleep were incoherent and far from any language on Earth. But a few words slipped from his lips that were understandable to her.
"Her ...the woman...?" That was all she could catch.
She shook him and he bolted awake sharply.
"Mo-?!" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth. "Oh, Mrs Breifs, it's just you."
She was bent beside the bed, worry on her face. "What were you dreaming about?"
"My mo- never mind. Just another nightmare" He laid back down on the pillow.
"Oh, OK." Mrs Breifs said patiently. "Well, if you want to talk about it in the morning-"
"No, I'm fine." He closed his eyes. "I just want to sleep." He almost said thank you but stopped himself in time.
"All right then." She rose and tiptoed over to the door. "I'll go check on Bulma."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Vegeta warned her. "Just trust me."
She shrugged and closed the door. He turned over and growled. He'd heard the pair of them at it when he came in to rest. Damned noisy pair of fucks.
Bulma turned away from Yamcha. He was muttering things in his sleep. About some girl. 'Probably his sister.' Bulma convinced herself. 'Yamcha said he had one ...somewhere.'
Morning came fast to her. Her sleep was dreamless. Needless-to-say Yamcha's wasn't.
When she got up Yamcha was still asleep. She dressed quickly and went downstairs. Vegeta was also asleep, looking quite comical with his head on the kitchen table resting on his folded arms. His expression looked troubled, as it always did. She poked him in the head with a fork.
"Wakey, wakey." She said. "Did you sleep there all night?"
He sat up and blinked. "No, I came down for breakfast." He shook his head. "I must have fallen asleep."
"Slept bad, huh?" She said sympathetically.
He scowled. "Yes, it's hard to drop off when you and that weakling are making so much damned noise!"
She stood up straight, offended. "I wasn't noisy!!"
"I know that, at first I thought he was in there on his own." Vegeta shuddered. "I prefer not to think about it."
Bulma growled in exasperation. "Asshole."
"Thank you." They made eye contact, it was a battle of Vegeta icy glare against Bulma's fiery one.
Mrs Breifs rushed into the kitchen. "Oh! Bulma, you're awake! I had no idea that either of you were up yet. I haven't been keeping you waiting a long time for breakfast, have I?"
In actual fact, she knew very well that they were up. She was passing the kitchen and heard them fighting again - which is why she rushed in to interfere.
"Mother ...could you please get dressed?" Bulma said as she and the prince both looked away.
"Please, it's disturbing." Vegeta added.
Mrs Breifs looked down at her attire. "Oh my!" She'd forgotten to change out of her nighty and robe. "Whoops!" She said laughing. "Now, don't you two start fighting while I'm gone, OK?"
Bulma rolled her eyes and shot a look at Vegeta that would've made Medusa proud. He smirked and leaned back on his chair.
Her initial impulse was to storm out and work on her computer but Yamcha - who was up, dressed and grinning - stopped her at the door.
"You know what? I think I'll skip breakfast." Vegeta muttered, standing up.
"Hey, don't mind me." Yamcha said, slyly.
Vegeta's scowl didn't budge "I assure you, it is not in my nature to be driven away by a lowlife like you. I just can't stand all that lovey-dovey shit you two have been spouting since you got engaged."
He was about to leave but Bulma's mother caught him just in the nick of time. She opened the door and it slammed into the back of Yamcha's head.
"Oh, Yamcha, Sweetie, sit down and don't stand in the doorway." She said, annoyed. "I can't get in! But heaven knows, this room is plenty big enough. Vegeta!"
He stood still in his tracks. "What??" He replied, sharply.
Mrs Breifs was taken aback by his abrupt reply. "You are not going out to train without your breakfast again! I'm sure your mother would agree with me."
His face changed. It was the exact reaction she'd been expecting His lips went taught and his handsome face darkened.
"Fine." The curl of his lip suggested that it was far from fine but they all sat down at the table on the far end of the room anyway. Mrs Breifs set about cooking breakfast.
"So, Vegeta." Yamcha said with a raised eyebrow. He noticed that Vegeta still had his fighting gloves on. "D'ya like living here?"
He had a bored shadow to his face as he answered. "Yes, exceedingly. Who wouldn't?"
"Oh." Yamcha put his arm around Bulma's waist. She was just thankful that Vegeta was on the other end of the table while Yamcha was making a valiant attempt at conversation. "So, are you going to be at the wedding?"
"Hardly." He snorted. "Human weddings are stupid - they fall to pieces as soon as the honeymoon's over."
"That's true for some," Yamcha kissed Bulma's cheek, "but me and Bulma are in love!"
"That's what they all say." Was Vegeta's distasteful answer. "Love is not an emotion, it's a trickery of the mind. 'True love'! The only things that are 'true' are the things you can see, smell, touch - perhaps you can't understand them all but they're real, nonetheless."
This caught Bulma's attention. "Wow, that's pretty deep. Controversial, though."
"Enough." He closed his eyes. "I'm not in the best of moods, please stop talking to me."
"Suit yourself!" She said huffily. "I was just trying to be nice."
"I wouldn't be as unguarded as you for a galaxy." Vegeta stated. "You shouldn't try to make light conversation with a man who could blow you away to the next dimension without an ounce of remorse."
"I'm not afraid of you." Bulma retorted quite truthfully.
Mrs Breifs could smell another fight. "Oh, stop it you two! You're like an old married couple."
"Hey!" They exclaimed together.
She turned around with the plates held up by her little help-bot. It seemed that plonking the plates down in front of each of them ended the argument before it had properly begun.
Vegeta exchanged a look with the older woman that they both knew stood in place of a thank you.
They ate in silence for a few minutes but after a while, Yamcha plucked up the courage to pass a subtle insult in Vegeta's direction.
"I know what's bothering the poor guy." He said, setting down his knife and fork. "You haven't pulled in a while, have you, man?"
"Why would I want to?" Vegeta gave him a chillingly empty stare. "Earth girls are easy."
"Oh, that is such a good movie!" Mrs Breifs piped up.
Bulma laughed. "I think Vegeta was serious, mother."
"Movie, huh?" He shrugged. "I'd watch it but all your little human plays are so boring. Always about love."
Yamcha was getting annoyed at being butted out of all the conversations he was starting. "So, back to the point. When d'ya last pull?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Oh, what I mean by pull is-"
"Shut up. I know what you mean - and as I said, I won't even look at these Earth woman in that light for a second."
"So ...it's been a while?" Yamcha added slyly.
Vegeta looked thoughtful - in his scary 'who-should-I-kill-next?' way. "Well, I got back from my search for Kakkorrot two months ago ...so I'd say I haven't 'pulled' as you call it for about two months and..." he counted in his head, "one week, give or take a few days."
"Really??" Yamcha said, surprised. "Nah, you�re lying. You may be a prince but you're certainly missing the charming! Besides, I know I would have killed myself by now. Two months is way too long!"
"Idiot." Vegeta sneered.
Mrs Breifs sighed, smelling yet ANOTHER fight. "Now, now. Let's be fair, we haven't actually seen him in action yet, have we?"
They all looked at her.
"And if he would only take me up on my offers to hook him up-"
"I don't need your help, woman!" Vegeta snapped. He looked out of the window again. "Earth girls are just way too easy."
"Yeah, you keep saying that." Bulma said.
'Ha! Earth girls are easy, huh? He should have a go at Bulma!' Yamcha thought. 'But then again, all the other girls dropped their panties straight away...�
"What're you smiling at?" Bulma asked him.
His smile faded. "Nothing."
Vegeta rose. He picked up his empty plate and made for the counter, then he remembered the robot and gave it to the curious little machine to take away.
"Going so fast?" Yamcha queried. "I'm not done."
"Well I am." He turned around.
"I propose a bet." Yamcha said. Vegeta stopped.
"I'm listening."
He grinned from ear to ear, now was the time to prove his point. "I'll give you two weeks to see how many girls (or boys) you can reel in. Then, we'll fight without Goku being allowed to stop us ...well, stop you anyway. For each girl on the list, we have 2 minutes to battle. You won't even get that, I bet." 'Sucker, as if he'd agree to that!'
"You're on." Vegeta left the room.
Yamcha's smile faded again.
I guess he wasn't bluffing." Mrs Breifs smiled sweetly. "It's a good job you didn't bet money, dear."
It was 7:45 p.m. Vegeta had made a quick phone call and had got the name of a well-known nightclub. He wasn't looking forward to it but a quick glance in the mirror assured him that he couldn't possibly fail.
He was wearing simple clothes. A dark blue button-up shirt, grey jeans and trainers. He still had his gloves on and reluctantly took them off.
As he trotted down the stairs, Bulma appeared on the landing.
"Where're you off?" She asked.
Vegeta felt a little too warm, despite the chill outside. "Out, to win a bet."
"Oh, you aren't taking Yamcha on, are you?" She cocked her head to examine him. 'It'll be a very unlucky girl who comes here tonight.'
Vegeta turned around with his blunt answer. "Yes."
She frowned and after deliberating something said: "How are you going to get there, wherever it is you're going?"
"Fly." Was the reply he gave, along with a shrug.
"Trust me, you'll get plenty of unwanted attention if you do that." She leaned over the banister. "Yamcha is busy tonight, so I'll come with you."
He shook his head violently. "No way! Not a chance."
"Sorry, but you'll need someone to drive." She grabbed her keys from the table as she ran down the steps towards the door. "We can't have you flying around - it'll scare people."
Vegeta sighed, irritated. "...don't need to fly to do that...�
Inevitably, Bulma won the argument and led him out to the yellow car. She told her mother where she was going and got in the driver's seat.
"Are you coming or are you going to stand out there until your butt freezes off?"
"I'm not cold." He retorted. His hands were shoved into his jacket pockets. It seemed he had become accustomed to wearing his training gloves. "But I am getting bored."
With that he opened the door to the passenger seat at the back.
'I'm not sitting next to that woman.' With his arms folded in stubborn defiance, he sat down. "Roomy."
"Thanks." She took off.
The actual trip to the underground nightclub was ridiculous to Vegeta. It was hot, crowded and noisy. Bulma had a lot of fun, though. Vegeta watched her dancing, her slim figure moving up and down to the beat. He wondered if the 'transactions' that had gone on between her and Yamcha had any effect on her confidence, she still seemed very shy.
Eventually, Vegeta found something worth going after; a tall blonde with long, shapely legs and a full body. She had pouting lips and blue eyes that melted the hearts of most normal men.
But Vegeta had never been a normal man.
"Hey there." He said when she finally retreated to the bar for a rest. She looked across to her left and saw him. He was a little short, but the hair made up for that. His face was of a fine, handsome nature, a pleasant prospect when she compared it to her date. So she looked him up and down and made a decision.
"Hi, I'm Lisa," Lisa licked her lips, "are you all alone?"
He smirked. "No, I'm with a friend." Vegeta nodded towards Bulma, who was being hit on by a light haired man.
"That girl with the blue hair?" She smiled, as if a weight was just lifted from her mind. "The one who just smacked that weird guy?"
"She did?" He turned sharply and laughed. "Yep, that's her, all right. I'm in the country for a while and I'm staying at her house. It's huge." Not really a lie. He couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth.
Bulma sauntered over to them. "Wow, Vegeta, that was quick."
"What do you mean?" He said, narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrows.
"Uh, nothing." She looked Lisa up and down, slightly jealous.
"So you're Bulma?" Said Lisa. "Nice to meet you. Vegeta told me you let him stay with you while he was in the country."
Bulma caught on pretty quickly. "Oh, yeah, he he, more like while he's on the planet! The guy's an alien."
Lisa laughed and Bulma shrugged. "Who would believe that?! An alien, in a nightclub? You're funny!"
"Oh, you're too kind." Bulma said, deciding that blonde�s were actually the dumbest race.
"And stupid." Vegeta added under his breath.
It was no big surprise that the girl came home with Vegeta and Bulma that night. For Vegeta it was amusing to see how easy it was to please a human, in and out of the bedroom. For Bulma, it was definitely not fun seeing that Vegeta could charm a woman quite convincingly. She was disgusted with the thoughts she had then.
'Why hasn't he tried to charm me?!' The thought was far too tedious, even for her. 'OK, that's going too far.'
Lisa left in the afternoon of the next day. She left her phone number. If you asked either her about Vegeta a few days later she would only say they were just friends. As for the phone number - Vegeta lost it.
Bulma looked at him as he jumped down the stairs, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You're pathetic little boyfriend was right." He said smugly. "Two months is way too long."
"You're an asshole." She muttered.
"I know."
Two weeks passed quickly. Bulma had three arguments with Yamcha, Vegeta bagged 12 girls altogether and had to keep a list on a piece of notepaper. He lost three of the 11 phone numbers he got so he decided to keep them in a clear plastic file. Also, a strange man with grey hair came to check the light fittings in the guest-rooms and Bulma's room as well. Vegeta almost killed him when he found him in his room.
Eventually, Yamcha came to the C.Corp house for a reason that didn't involve Bulma for a change. He brought Krillin along for a laugh. Goku came along as well. In his own way he was curious about how well Vegeta did.
Krillin knocked. Mrs Breifs answered. "Oh, hello, boys, Vegeta's in the lounge. He's waiting for you."
Yamcha sniggered. "Wow, you sound like his mother."
"Hmm. He needs one, I'm afraid, but it's not me." She had always wanted a son. Vegeta wasn't quite the real thing but it felt like it.
"May we come in?" Goku asked politely.
"Oh, sure." She led them to the lounge where Vegeta was sat, reading a thick book.
"Oh, you're reading?" Goku said.
Vegeta didn't look up. "Yes. Have you figured out how to do that yet?"
He made a face at Vegeta. "Shut up."
Yamcha sat down across from Vegeta. "I believe I am owed a list?"
He produced the notepad from his back pocket. "Yes, you are and you are also entitled to 24 minutes of me kicking the shit outta you." He glanced at Goku and put down his reading book. "Without Kakkorrot's intervention."
Yamcha's jaw dropped. He snatched the pad and read it aloud.
"Ruri; Missy; Shantel; Rachel..." He stood up."12 names? But I only gave you 14 days! What did you do?!"
"Nothing, just stood by the bar and they came to me." He smirked, also lifting up 8 phone numbers on separate scraps of paper. "I should have 11 of these but I lost 3. I told you Earth girls were easy."
"Did you ...you know ...do the bad thing with any of them?" Krillin asked nervously.
"Yeah, how many did you pork?" Yamcha asked, eagerly. Goku shook his head.
"The little stars represent them - lucky bitches." Vegeta smirked.
"But ...there's a star next to almost all of them." He stuttered. "Apart from one."
"Really?" Vegeta asked, confused. He picked up a pen. "Ah, my mistake." He put a star next to the one he'd missed. "Anything else?"
"Yeah," Krillin took out his wallet, "I'll give you 1000 Zenni for those phone numbers."
Vegeta laughed. "Have them for free. I don't need them."
Bulma walked around the cold streets. It was cold and raining hard, but she needed to get out. She didn't want to sit and listen to a bunch of stupid men talk about how badly Vegeta was gonna hurt her fianc�. It was Yamcha's own fault for making the bet. She left before they got there. 'Why are men so stupid?'
"Hey there, toots." Bulma froze. She didn't know the voice. "Excuse me! I don't appreciate being called too-"
The man was masked. He had a metal bar in his hand, and he also had Bulma's waist and was dragging her into the alley. He clamped his hand over her mouth, she couldn't scream.
It was dark and there was no one in the alleyway except him and her. He reached for his belt.
"No!!" She screamed, muffled by is hand. "Please, let me go. Just take my purse and let me go!"
"Sorry sweet-cheeks, I'm not letting a pretty thing like you get away." He pulled down his pants and slammed her to the ground. His free hand snaked up her skirt and tried to pull down her underwear. He let his concentration slip for an instant to admire her breasts. He moved his other hand without thinking and tried to put it down her shirt. She screamed, loud and clear. But no-one could hear. The horrible man hit her with the bar he'd left beside him. She wasn't knocked out, but she was dazed, and hurt. She couldn't think clearly or even move. Her voice wasn't working either. She squeezed her eyes shut in terror as the man gave her an ugly smile and grasped her breasts. He moved down with his mouth open, he was taking his time with this beauty. Bulma slowly blacked out.
Vegeta's head snapped up. He was just finishing giving Yamcha a beating when he felt something. He dropped the battered baseball player and breathed in sharply as a vague premonition hit him. His knees buckled and he fell backwards. He ran into the house, Kakkorrot and Krillin behind him.
"Vegeta! What the hell, man?" Krillin yelled.
Vegeta was running in and out of rooms like a mad puppy. He ignored the two guys following him. "Mrs Breifs!! Where's Bulma??" He cried, breathlessly bursting into the larger lounge.
"Oh my, Vegeta dear what's wrong??" She asked softly.
"Just tell me, woman!" He demanded.
She gasped. "There's no need to be rude! She went out."
"Thanks." Vegeta said, nodding. He ran to the large window and stuck his head out.
"Vegeta?" Goku tried to stop him to ask what was wrong but he leapt out of the window and was out of sight in a few seconds.
Vegeta flew faster than he had ever flown before, searching for Bulma's wavering Chi. He pinpointed it at last. She was hurt, he could feel it.
He swooped down and ran along the streets, pushing past a few people who got in the way. The rain ran down his face and body, soaking him to the skin. He only had a t-shirt and jogging bottoms on. Some of his hair fell over his forehead due to the rain weighting it down.
Vegeta ran down an alley, took a turn and then he saw her. There was a man bent over her. He had his pants down, one hand up Bulma's skirt and the other down her shirt, feeling around. He could see straight away that Bulma had lost consciousness and would have a concussion when she woke up. There was blood on her face.
"You! Get off of her! NOW!!" The masked man stood up quickly and pulled his trousers back to their original state.
"Get out of here. It's between me and the pretty lady." The pervert retorted, sneering.
"You just signed your death warrant." Vegeta raised his hand and a little yellow Chi diffused into his palm. The man just stared as it grew and pulsed. When it was about the size of a football, Vegeta let it go and it struck the man in the face. His skull shattered and he fell to the ground, lifeless.
"Bulma!" He knelt down beside her. "I don't know why I even care. Just as long as you don't know I do."
She smiled as her arms subconsciously wrapped themselves around his neck. Her head tucked itself under his chin and he put his arms around her slim body. With his foot, his picked up her handbag and grabbed it with his free hand. Placing it in her lap, he lifted her up and cradled her gently in his powerful hold.
Her mumbling was absolutely nonsensical. Her thoughts were in disarray as were his.
"Please be OK, please." He muttered to himself. He knew (well, thought) that she couldn't hear him. "I'll keep you safe. I promise."
Yamcha propped his sore body up on the cushions that Mrs Breifs gave him. She scolded him for making wagers with Vegeta, especially ones so ostentatious as the 'reel-in' bet.
He groaned and turned over on the couch. He heard the front door open and Vegeta's voice. Then he heard Goku.
"What happened to BULMA?" Goku yelled.
Yamcha jumped up, despite his injuries and ran out to the hall. Vegeta was stood, his legs slightly apart and an unconscious Bulma in his arms. She had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. They were both soaking wet - and may I say, Vegeta wore the look well.
"Babe! Are you alright?" He screamed.
"She can't her you, dick-wad." Vegeta said, irritably.
He stood defiantly. "Well, give her here then."
"Gladly." Vegeta tried to pass her into Yamcha's arms but she wouldn't let go of him. He tried to slip her arms off his shoulders but she grabbed his shirt with a whimper.
"Darn." Goku said, smiling. "Guess she ain't gonna let go of Vegeta."
Yamcha scowled. "She probably thinks you're me."
"Doubt it." He retorted. "If she did then by now she'd have tried to get away."
Vegeta lifted her up a bit and walked across the hall to the telephone. He gave it Goku and pressed the button for the hospital. Goku spoke to the person who answered.
"We need a medic. I'm coming now. ....................... It's Miss Breifs. ...................... Uh-huh. Yes, she's insured. ... OK, I'll bring her now."
He and Vegeta ran through the door on his left and made his way to the hospital.
Mrs Breifs appeared at the door that they exited through. "Yamcha, why don't you go home? I don't think Vegeta's bothered about finishing off your fight right now."
Yamcha nodded and left.
Vegeta floated in the air, reading the book from the day before. He was about 10 foot in the air, and laying down on and invisible bed of Chi. He'd stayed in the infirmary all night, not leaving Bulma's side for the whole night. His excuse was: "Human hospitals are shit. She could die without anyone even knowing it." To which Goku replied: "Why do you care?"
Vegeta had turned around and muttered something about needing someone to fix the gravity room.
Goku would've stayed as well but Chi-chi had to know. Vegeta stayed with her in the room without sleeping. He read his book and kept an eye on her.
'I don't care about her. I was just worried about the G-room, that's all.' He thought to himself.
Eventually, the guys came round to visit. Goku, Chi-chi, Gohan, Krillin, Tien, Chousu, Bulma's mum and dad, Roshi, Oolong, even Piccolo. They were all worried. They were also all amazed to see Vegeta in the room. Goku wasn't quite as surprised as them.
"About time you got here." He muttered.
"Have you been here all night?" Mrs Breifs asked him.
"Pretty much."
"Oh, aren't you sweet!" She said. "I never know you cared so much about her!"
"Don't get ahead of yourself woman." Vegeta grumbled. "I was just making sure that these stupid doctors of yours didn't forget about her. It's the least I can do to keep an eye on her, you three do house me and junk."
Chousu cocked his head. "You don't like Miss Breifs do you, Mr Vegeta?"
"Hmm, the kids a little dim, isn't he?" Vegeta looked down at him. "Ask Kakkorrot. I had to answer almost that same stupid question two weeks ago." Vegeta went back to reading. He still hadn't come down from the air. 'It's a good thing this hospital room is so big.'
There was some talking, not much. Vegeta was the only witness to what happened and all the others were too afraid or too shy to ask him about it. Roshi and Oolong, sat, examining Bulma's face.
"I wonder what she's dreaming about?" Roshi said to his pal.
Bulma heaved a sigh of something that could have been comfort or pleasure or some form of one of those feelings and moved her head slightly. Lying on her side, she was quite content looking. Her toes curled up and her hands weakly gripped the pillow. Oolong had no idea what she could be dreaming about.
"I know." Vegeta muttered. "But I'm not telling you. You'll have to guess because I don't think she's having a very...'appropriate' dream for me to mention."
"Yamcha." Roshi said.
"Maybe, but I'm not sure about that." He replied, sounding bored.
"I love guessing games." Gohan said. "Is it food?"
He sniggered. "She's hardly Kakkorrot, is she, boy?"
They made guesses every now and again, depending on what movement Bulma made. After a time she rolled onto her back with a long "Mmmmmmm...". Then, all of a sudden, Oolong shouted out with an answer.
"I know! She's dreaming about sex!"
There were groans of dismay across the room.
"Oolong!" Chi-chi scolded.
"No, actually he's right." Vegeta corrected, surprised.
"Really?" Chi-chi asked, not believing him. "Sex? No way. I don't believe you."
Vegeta rolled his eyes and pointed out all the little telltale signs, without looking up from his book. Then he said the actual full proof evidence came out.
"Plus, and Goku will back me up here, a Saijan can smell it. It's a very unique scent."
Goku nodded in confirmation. "I wasn't gonna say nothing ..."
"Anyway." Vegeta snapped, his mood changing again. "Why do you care about what she's dreaming? You should care more about whether she has brain damage or not. In all honesty, I don't care either way."
"We don't care about her dream!" Roshi lied. "But I suppose you were right about it."
Bulma arched her neck and breathed in, then she rolled over, a distinguishable and shocking word escaping her lips:
"...Ve--Ge--ta...�
Vegeta fell out of the air and hit his head. "THAT I can not explain."
Bulma's expression changed. Her eyes screwed up and she whimpered. With a sharp breath, she sat up screaming.
"DEAR GOD! HELP ME!! VEGETA DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. The covers were clutched to her chest and she was on the verge of tears.
Vegeta stood up and moved out of the way. He wasn't gonna sit by her bedside and tell her it's all gonna be OK. He wasn't gonna comfort and say he was there for her. He was gonna lean against the wall and watch her friends do all that. Then he slipped out unnoticed.
"What about Vegeta! What is it?" Goku asked her.
"He ...he saved me." She started. "Ugh! That other man! He- he- tried to- to-" She didn't cry. But she did notice that Yamcha was nowhere in sight. When she calmed down, she asked to see Vegeta.
"Right, uh, you wanna thank him?" Goku asked.
"Yeah, pretty much." Bulma shrugged, ignoring her headache. "Where is he?"
"He's - gone." Goku said, downcast.
"But..." She looked down, "I thought he was here ...I felt it for some reason."
"He was, but he left when you woke up." He replied. "Don't worry."
"Oh, I don't really care." She lied. "It's just that he's the last person I saw before just now. Where's Yamcha, anyhow?"
Looks were exchanged, but answers weren't.
Vegeta was in the kitchen. His training had been interrupted by hunger pangs so, cursing and griping, he went to the kitchen for food. Mr and Mrs Breifs were out, so it was even more inconvenient went the phone rang.
"What?" He snapped, grabbing the phone.
"Uh-uh-are you Mr Breifs?" Said a male voice at the other end.
"No. Bye-"
"Wait! It's the hospital."
"I'm the only one here right now." He answered, unhappily. "You'll have to call back later."
"So, would you by any chance be related to Miss Breifs, at all?"
"No." He looked out of the window, hoping to see the yellow car pull up. "I'm the one who checked her in."
"Well, she's quite recovered." The mans voice wavered. "Would you mind ...terribly ...picking her up?"
"For crying out- fine." He snapped. "I'm on my way."
There was a pause. "Can I have your name?"
"Vegeta."
"And ...last name?"
"Vegeta."
"Oh right, so your first name, then?" He could hear the man scribbling something out, on a piece of paper he assumed.
"Vegeta."
"Vegeta ...Vegeta?" The man's voice cracked. "B-but that doesn't make sense."
"Deal with it." Vegeta slammed the phone down and put his plate in the washer. 'Stupid woman. Why can't she recover when her Mother or Father is home?' The front door locked automatically so he took the precaution of finding a spare house key before he left.
"Phew." He took of into the air and looked down on the city below. 'No-one'll notice me.' He assured himself. 10 minutes later there was a buzz over the Internet about a dude flying over Takiyosho city - but let's get back to the story.
The nurses had never seen a guy as pissed off as Vegeta - and that was just his normal face.
"Can I help you, sir?" Said the receptionist.
"I'm here to pick up a patient." He scowled. "Bulma Breifs, I was told to take her home."
"OK, be with you in a minute!" She smiled sweetly and pointed to a corner of the waiting room. "Go wait over there, way over there."
Vegeta turned on her. "Don't you even think about making me wait? It's bad enough I have to come get the woman; I'm not waiting around as well. Take me to her," he gave her a look that could very easily have meant her life was in the balance, "please."
A nurse was hastily sent for and Vegeta was rushed to Bulma's ward. He opened the door and peeked his head in.
"Woman?" He ventured in. She was stood, half dressed.
"Christ! Vegeta!!! GET OUT GET OUT!" She screamed at him.
He cried out as well and ran back through the door. "Damn, that was unpleasant to see."
"Shut up." She snapped, coming out a few moments later. "I have a great body."
"In your dreams. You're missing a limb." He said, referring to the fact that she had no tail.
"So are you." She sneered. "And don't think I'm gonna tell you who did it."
"Dang." He missed his tail.
They chatted like this until they got outside. Bulma was given directions about not working and resting before she left. She turned to Vegeta.
"Vegeta, I just wanted to say..." She looked away. "Thank you. I wanted to say thank you."
"Doesn't matter." He grunted.
"But how did you know where I was, and that I was in trouble?" She pressed.
"I just did. Probably picked up your Chi or something. Surprising, with it being so tiny." They walked to a quieter area where no one was watching and took off. Vegeta muttered rubbish about having to carry the woman around like her slave. He dropped her to the ground when they got home and dived upstairs to the indoor Gravity Room before Bulma had the chance to even think of stopping him.
"Whatever." She mumbled and walked slowly to her lab.
It was 2 hours later. She'd given up all hope of getting any work done so her mind was drifting. 'Where's Yamcha? Should I go see him? I wonder what Vegeta's doing...' She shook her head to clear her thoughts. 'I'll call all the guys over.'
She really needed cheering up and it was getting a little dark anyway. She picked up the phone and rang up every one of her friends who had a phone number. Most of them came, including a few people from work that she invited. Yamcha showed up and told her he'd been at a game before.
"I'm sorry, I was gonna come over right away and wait with you until you woke but the game - you know what the coach is like for springing them on me." He laughed and kissed her cheek, at which point she melted and fell into that warm, loved feeling again.
Goku walked over to them with the famous 'Goku' look. "Hey, shall I go get Vegeta out of the training room? It'll be fun to wind him up."
"Uh..." Bulma looked at Yamcha - not surprising because he'd started to flap his arms in desperate NO gestures, "...sure."
Yamcha fell to the floor in defeat.
"Yeah!" He grinned and ran upstairs to the indoor G-room.
Vegeta sighed. As he saw the cars pull up one by one through the small Gravity-room windows it just made him want to blow them all up for no reason. He'd never felt so strange before. It was first time that he'd ever been training without interest; he was bored, as much as he hated to admit it. He wanted to go back inside, maybe talk to Bulma and/or wind her up. He watched Krillin walk up the drive with his dangerously stupid girlfriend and sighed. The thought crossed his mind that he could go out to that nightclub again.
'No! I have to train!' He punched and kicked without enthusiasm. A few days ago he'd thought that he'd solved what was wrong with him. But it seemed his solution had been wrong. 'Guess it's something other than sex bothering me. Something strange.'
Knock, knock!
"What in the world?" Vegeta switched off the gravity reluctantly. "Who is it and what do you want?"
"It's me!"
"Damn. I'd recognise that voice anywhere." He muttered sullenly.
"Cool."
"Shut up, clown." Vegeta snapped, opening the door. "What do you want?"
Goku smiled in his good-natured way. "Wanna come join the party? We've got lots of food, even I can't finish all of it off myself."
"Well, try then." He was about to slam the door shut when Goku put his foot in the way.
"C'mon!" He urged. "We've got beer as well, and Yamcha's going to have a Sake-drinking contest later. It's gonna be so funny."
The shorter man eyed him suspiciously. "I don't drink."
"Oh." He searched his mind for something else that might tempt him. "Bulma will be there."
"Duh, it's her party." He sneered and kicked Goku's foot out of the way. "Look, I have training to do so if you don't mind-"
"Yamcha said you were too afraid of him to come." He tried, as a last resort.
"Give me a second, I'll just change my shirt."
He grinned triumphantly as he followed Vegeta to his room.
"I won't be long." True to his word, Vegeta was in and out in less than 2 minutes, fully changed and looking painfully handsome. He smelled great too.
"You look good." Goku said.
He rolled his eyes and walked away. "I always look good: I'm Saijan"
He frowned and caught up with him. "Remember the story, your a friend of Bulma's who's staying here while you complete your marshal arts course."
"Yeah, yeah, I remember." Vegeta snapped in reply. "I'm from China or something, right?"
"Korea."
"Whatever." He looked down the stairs. He couldn't see too many people, Bulma was prone to throwing massive parties at any time for any reason.
'At least there won't be too many people there.' Vegeta thought. 'I hate parties.'
"Cheer up." Goku said, trotting past him. "You look miserable. Come on, parties aren't that bad."
"No, that's just an effect of being on this planet" He sneered, stalking down the stairs.
Bulma looked up, and stopped breathing for a moment. "Why is he coming down here?" She said to Chi-chi. "He shouldn't come out in the human public, he just makes people scared."
Vegeta smirked at her with that malicious streak. His eyes whipped across the room and lay on a young woman at the back. She had nut-brown hair and Bambi-eyes that projected loneliness. She had nice legs if a little pale, and her waist wasn't perfect but she was pretty in her own quiet way. Vegeta consented that she wasn't a knockout but she looked smart. 'Maybe I've finally found a human who can talk without screeching.'
He leant against the banister, waiting for her to see him first. Her Bambi eyes darted up and met his.
'Perfect.'
Vegeta swept his onyx pair up and down her, drawing a slight blush from her rosy cheeks. He smirked, lifting his chin to let her know he was interested. She turned around on her stool giving him an eyeful. She was pretty slim, but not skinny and her breasts, although not huge, were sufficient. She was just plain nice.
He'd just had half a conversation in a few seconds and he only used his eyes. Easy.
Vegeta slid down the banister, landing like Danny Zuko; much to his own disturbance.
She smiled and laughed quietly, turning her face towards the adjoining wall as he made his way across the big room. It was a little more crowded than he'd though originally but not too bad. His main objective wasn't moving around so he didn't care much about anything else.
"Hey. You all alone?" His voice was lowered to almost a whisper. "Not keen on idiot guys like me, eh?"
"No, I just don't have a date or anything." She blushed; Vegeta noticed at this point she had a slightly pale complexion with made her thick eyelashes stand out even more nicely.
"No 'plus one' - as they call it?" 'Plus one? Where did that come from? Right, starting tomorrow; no more letting that ditz talk to me.' He gave her his prince charming smile. "Me neither. I didn't even want to come to this party. I'm pretty solitary, myself. Name's Vegeta."
"Oh." She looked disappointed. "Well, it was short notice. Bulma just threw a party for no reason. No-one really had time to get dressed up nice so I'm glad it's not to big."
Vegeta looked her up and down. He hadn't taken note of her clothes (mainly because he'd been concentrating on what was under them). "You look fine to me. I like short skirts."
"Duh, you're a guy." Her lips curled up in a shy smile. Her short skirt was in fact very pleasing to the eye (especially Vegeta's) and the 1990's t-shirt was cute in a vintage sort of way.
"You look great." He leaned closer. "Honestly, I wouldn't be pulling out all my best chat-up lines else."
She giggled but not in a stupid way. It was that very moment that Vegeta realised: He'd become a more effective form of Yamcha.
'Jesus, what am I doing?? Knocking boots with humans! No, This must end here.'
"Anyway," he moved away, "you seem smart. I figured it's be nice to chat with a girl who has a little more wit than the rest."
"Oh..." She looked around. "Guess I've gotta keep looking for a 'plus one' for while. Shame."
That struck a slightly unjust chord with Vegeta. He shouldn't lead girls on like that, even he had enough moral sense to know that. Not even humans deserved that.
"You never know. There could a perfect guy right in this room. I know a few you might like." He offered. 'AGH!! THIS IS NOT ME!!!'
"Thanks, but I think I've found one, a perfect one that is" She smiled, it was a sad smile. The smile that you'd expect to see from someone who's lived a thousand lives and watched so many people die that nothing is unexpected.
'Uh-oh.' "Relationships are stupid. So are people." He returned her glance coldly. "Sorry to disappoint you but I'm a sceptic to that sort of thing."
She frowned. "Oh. Fair enough. Just to let you know, my name's Ruri."
He stood up. That look gave him the creeps, he knew that look. It was familiar...
...Vegeta, Oh my sweet little boy! ...He heard that voice again.
He shook his head. That dream about his mother, why was it still popping up in weird places?
Ruri's Bambi eyes sparkled, she had a certain velvety depth to them. "Enjoy yourself Vegeta. I hope you change your mind about emotions pretty soon. If you do, call me." She wasn't serious, he could tell by her smile.
"That won't be happening." He assured her. "Uh, bye."
"Hmm." She stood up. Vegeta noticed a fleece tied around her waist. "I think I'll go ask Bulma if I can go. I'm ...tired."
She left. Vegeta saw a scrap of paper on the bar where she was sat and he picked it up without thinking.
I'm not expecting you to call but if you ever need a girls point of view, I'm a good listener. I was kidding about you being the perfect guy, by the way. I'm not very romantic ^_^; ...Ruri.
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He shrugged, and walked out in the hall to the phone that sat on the decorative desk. His body just thought for him as he tucked the number under the small object. 'She can keep the damned number for all I care.'
"Oh yeah, baby." Yamcha whispered into Bulma's ear. "That is SUCH a turn-on."
Bulma blushed, all she was doing was dancing - a little close admittedly but still! "Yamcha, you're so obsessed with sex."
"And why shouldn't I be?" He answered.
"I don't see what's so great about it." She confessed. "Just give me a fudge cake and I'm happy."
"Oh, I can do LOTS of things with cake." Yamcha said saucily. "Very interesting things...�
"Ugh!" She laughed. "Don't be sick."
"Bulma, (sorry man, mind if cut in) can we put on the Karaoke like we did last time you had a party?" It was Goku.
"Great idea!" She moved away from Yamcha and opened a cupboard. There was a little robot standing by in there. "Bot, go set up the Karaoke system."
It made a buzzing sound and whizzed off in a straight direction, almost legging up Vegeta.
"Damn little buzzing things." He snapped. "Why does she have so..." He glanced up and caught Bulma's gaze. He held it for a couple of seconds. "...many."
His path was quickly changed to a different course, one in the other direction to Bulma. He felt warm and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. He felt like someone was watching him, so he sat down. There was a lot of chairs around in the party room and Vegeta let his brain argue with itself on what kind of silly person would want a room with a bar devoted to throwing unexplained parties. The answer was simple - any human.
SCREEEEEEEECH!!
"SHIT!!" Vegeta yelled, grabbing his ears. His highly sensitive h