Sleep was filled with the usual bizarre dreams.  I was glad no one woke me up again so I could remember them.  I just hoped I didn't talk in my sleep.  But even if I said something in sleep and unconsciously gave myself away, 1.) I expected them to figure out eventually anyway.  2.) what were the chances of anyone hearing me, and 3.) even if someone did hear me, wouldn't they dismiss it as unconscious ramblings?  Humans always have a need to make things rational.
    With a sigh I climb out of bed and wonder what to do.  I know I should probably eat and go train.  That was normal wasn't it?  But there was so much more I could be doing.  To tell the truth I had a few old scores to settle and even if they didn't know who the hell I was I would drink in their pain and fear like the sweetest cheeba…  wait..  (I know you can't drink it, but fuck alcohol!!)
    Anyway.  I knew I couldn't just blow everyone away with ki bombs but I had more than enough strength to overpower anyone and I was strong enough to break bones with my bare hands.  I hadn't actually tested the theory yet, but I knew I could do it.  So far I had been very, very careful touching everything.  True I had slammed my door earlier, but you can only slam a hollow door so hard.
    The only thing was I couldn't tear people apart because obviously only someone of great strength could do it.  And no human could tear someone's leg off and beat them in the face with it..  could they?  (If you know someone who can, PLEASE let me know!!)
    Regardless, my choices were clear.  Totally give myself away or be sneaky.  I felt an evil smile on my lips.  It was time to play spy tech.

    After a shower I found jeans and a black tee-shirt.  Pretty boring but I could easily fix that.  I saw Bulma's mom in the kitchen and grinned.  I'd always wanted to study this woman in person as I was always convinced she was on drugs.  Painkillers at the very least.
    "Oh, hi Vegeta!"  she says, really cheerfully.  I can't help but cringe.
    "I need some White-Out™."  I say.  She looks mildly surprised and I try not to grin.  Is something sinking in Mrs. Briefs?  Shit I must be too obvious.  But what the hell? I didn't say 'Please may I have some White-Out©?'  ((A/N: obviously someone can't afford to get sued, eh??))
    "Hang on a sec, hon." She says, smiling sweetly.  Hmm.. Her eyes are really squinty, but she doesn't smell like weed.  Must be painkillers. I think as I watch her search through a drawer.  "Here you go." She says, still smiling.  Suddenly I want to slap her just to see a different expression on her face.
    Instead I take the bottle and decide to give her a cheap thrill.  I pull my shirt off and fix it so the front, outside is facing me and with the White-Out© write: FUCK YOU
    I like it better already.
    I flap it around a few times (meanwhile Bulma's mother is practically drooling.  I should fuck her just for laughs- I wonder how old she is exactly…) and then when the shit is dry I put my kick ass shirt on.  When I see Mrs. Brief confused expression I assume it's because I've written it in English.  But I don't know how to read or write Japanese.  And I'll be damned if I know how I can speak and understand it.  I never could before.
    But that's ok.  She doesn't ask and I won't say.  I've got important things to do.  Thankfully I haven't run into that blue-haired hooker yet.
    "Vegeta!"  GODDAMNIT!! IT'S HER!! NOOOO!!!!
    I try not to grimace as I face her.  I - fuck, she's too hot!  Even after just waking up.  Damn it.
    "What." I ground out.  As I met her eyes.  She looked like she was exerting effort to remain calm.  I felt a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth and hopefully suppressed it without looking stupid.
    "We need to talk."
    "About what?" I snapped.
    "Vegeta, would you like some breakfast?" Mrs. Briefs chimed from the kitchen.
    "Yes." I declared loudly.  Bulma cringed.
    "I need to talk to you!"  Bulma snapped.
    "Alright psycho!  Calm down!" I yell, returning my attention to her.  A bitter laugh burst from her lips.
    "Psycho? Me?" she laughed again and turned her back.  "It will take my mother at least 15 minutes to make your breakfast, so please." She said, her voice dropping as her calm returned.  "Follow me."
    I did.
    And I stared at her ass the whole way.

    We ended up outside which was good incase I felt the sudden need to take off.  And then she began her tirade.
    "I'm sick of your attitude.  You don't have to be such a prick to me.  I fucking let you live here for free and all I ask is that you treat me with some respect.  If I show you some concern don't fucking throw it back in my face."  I rolled my eyes and the stared straight into her eyes, perhaps for the first time.  For a long time I stared at her until her anger melted into confusion.
    "So you want me to leave then?" I ask, not angry in the slightest.  Just annoyed.  I really didn't want to be so mean to her.  I knew it would be a lot easier for both of us if I was just polite.  But it couldn't be helped, could it?
    "No!" she sputtered.  "I didn't say all this because I want you to leave.  If I wanted you to leave I'd tell you! I'm telling you this because I'm sick of the way you treat me!  Like I'm a fucking piece of shit!  How dare you smile about that!  It's not funny!  You think this is a fucking joke?  That I'm a fucking joke?  Why?!" she cried, her eyes welling up with tears.  I realized some people were watching the scene she was creating, but I really didn't care.  If this was the highlight of their day then that was their problem.  "What have I done to you to earn such disrespect?"  Damn it.  Should I tell her the truth?  Not the real truth, that was out of the question..  But the truth that I found her attractive, and Vegeta would have had to have been blind or gay not to want her either.  What did I have to lose?  If she told me to fuck off (which I highly doubted ) then I could always go on that killing spree I was planning to take my mind off of it.   I stood there for almost five minutes trying to decide on spilling it or not.  I felt like a fucking pussy.
    "Ok." I said, ignoring Bulma's annoyed toe tapping.  "Well, the truth is…  I think your hot but I don't think it would be a good idea to mess with you so I figured if I was a prick to you, you'd hate me and it wouldn't matter."  I said as quickly as possible, staring at my feet and trying not to blush like an asshole.  Damn, I was embarrassed.  I dared a pained glance at Bulma and she looked surprised but a smile lit her features and for a moment I was afraid she was gonna laugh at me.
    The next thing I knew we were making out.  I was relieved to say the least and I stuck my hand down the back of her pants to squeeze her bare ass cheek.  Breakfast was going to have to wait.

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