DISCLAIMER: Akira
Toriyama created Dragonball
Z and all its characters.
A/N: This is my newest effort. Each
chapter is going to be a short DBZ ficlet. Enjoy!
WARNING: Lots of swearing.
Chapter 1 - What I
hate about you
It was hot outside.
It was so hot that moments after stepping out of a cold shower, he was
again covered with a thin film of sweat. It was ridiculous.
He was already annoyed by the fact that he'd woken up bathed in sweat
not
a half hour ago. But even after a ice cold shower he still felt
sticky
and uncomfortable. It wasn't like Vejiitasei. It had been
hot
there, but it was so dry. He'd never had to deal with such
humidity
for such a long period of time. He wanted to parade around naked
the whole day but knew the onna would probably have a stroke and he was
afraid the onna's crazy mother would like it too much.
He pulled on a pair of
cargo shorts and quickly decided against any other article of clothing,
and headed downstairs for breakfast. To his annoyance he heard
the
onna and her weak ningen "boyfriend" chatting at the kitchen
table.
He made no effort to keep the sneer off his face when he walked in and
sat down across from them at the table. He kept his eyes averted
as they leaned close to kiss. He saw their lips meet out of the
corner
of his eye and made several gagging noises.
"Shut up, Vegeta." Bulma
snapped.
"I'm trying to eat here."
He said as Bulma's mother set down a plate of fried eggs, toast, bacon,
sausages, and sliced cantaloupe and honeydew.
"Jealous?" Yamcha had
the gall to say. For the first time since they'd known him Vegeta
smiled. Yamcha grimaced as if awaiting a blow to the face, Bulma
merely stared in shock.
"You two disgust me.
It's bad taste to be mating at the dining table. Why would I be
jealous
of two morons making pigs of themselves?" Yamcha and Bulma's
expressions
instantly turned indignant.
"How dare you?" Bulma
screeched, rising to her feet. Vegeta paid her no mind
though.
His eyes were squarely on Yamcha. He knew the onna would say
something,
but he'd wondered if the scarred ningen had the balls to comment.
Obviously he didn't. his mouth flapped open and shut several
times,
his face turned a dull crimson.
"Screw you Vegeta." He
finally snapped. Vegeta's eyebrows rose, the only indication of
his
surprise. He looked up from his meal and graced the dead ningen
with
a strangely innocent expression. Maybe innocent is the wrong word
to use. Vegeta was incapable of even attempting to look innocent,
having had it stripped away at a young age. His face was blank
and
solemn as if he was waiting for something to happen.
"I'm amazed you said that."
He admitted. "You have to be the biggest coward on this whole
planet."
Yamcha sputtered in fury as Vegeta appeared to consider
something.
"No wait, I'm not surprised because you'll just hide behind this
wench-"
he said, indicating Bulma, "knowing full well that I can't do anything
to her-"
"Yeah right!" Yamcha cried.
"You could do anything you wanted to her!"
"Really?" he said slowly
as if considering the idea. He locked his gaze with Bulma and she
instantly turned red, seeing and fully understanding the unspoken
half-desire,
half-amusement in his eyes.
Yamcha watched the whole
thing, his face going from red to purple in his anger.
"Don't even think about
it, prick!"
"Too late." Vegeta said
with a smirk. Bulma was utterly silent. She'd expected
Yamcha
to be beaten to the curb by now, but for some reason, nothing he said
was
making Vegeta angry. She grew nervous, expecting Vegeta's temper
to explode any minute.
"Vegeta," Yamcha huffed,
trying to control himself. "Your nothing but a bastard.
It’s
a shame you got wished back. It's true that you are a lot
stronger
than me, but at least I'm not a fucking asshole." Vegeta rolled
his
eyes.
"Your a fucking asswipe."
Vegeta stated. "Your a spineless little prick. I've never
met
a bigger pussy who called himself a fighter. Just last week when
Frieza landed I heard what you said. 'I don't think I can do this
you guys'" Vegeta mocked in a high-pitched tone. Yamcha bristled,
but then suddenly calmed.
"Let's not talk about
Frieza. We were all watching with King Kai when you got your ass
beat." Yamcha sneered. Vegeta shrugged indifferently. But
Bulma,
who'd been watching the whole altercation, saw a flash of pain in
Vegeta's
bottomless eyes. He let his fork drop and met Yamcha's gaze and
held
it, daring the ningen to look away.
"I never asked to be wished
back." He said. Yamcha had to agree with that as much as he
didn't
want to.
"So what? No one
said you had to stay here either."
"So where do you suggest
I go?"
"To hell where you belong!"
Yamcha yelled, his temper getting the better of him. Bulma bit
her
lip and dug her perfectly manicured nails into the flesh of her
palms.
But Vegeta only shook his head, smiling slightly.
"Find someone strong enough
to kill me, weakling. Because I'm not going to kill
myself."
Yamcha snorted.
"It figures." He snickered.
"The almighty Prince of Saiyans needs to be pampered, that's why you
can't
leave is it?" Vegeta's eyes widened, a pleased smile on his face
and then he began to laugh. Yamcha and Bulma blinked in confusion.
"You obviously have no
idea what you're talking about." He said when he calmed. "Get you
fucking head out of your ass. This has to be the nicest I've ever
been treated. I don't have to kill a million people just to get
lunch.
What the fuck do you know?" Yamcha grimaced in frustration.
He had nothing to say for that. It was true he knew close to
nothing
about Vegeta, and from the look on Bulma's face, she knew about as much
as he did.
"That's just it." Yamcha
said, stubbornly shaking his head. "Bulma's letting you live here
and expects nothing in return. The least you could do is show
some
appreciation." Bulma winced and elbowed Yamcha in the ribs.
If nothing else pissed Vegeta off, this definitely would.
"Who the fuck are you
to tell me who I should be grateful to?" he yelled, jumping to his
feet.
Yamcha didn't bother to get up. Instead he locked eyes with
Vegeta
as the Saiyan had done moments before, but he was suddenly nervous when
he saw burning rage and hatred in those black eyes.
"Look." Yamcha said, trying
to diffuse the situation he'd created before he ended up dead. "I
just think it's wrong the way you treat Bulma."
"What?!" Vegeta cried
incredulous, his eyes widening fractionally. "You have the nerve
to say that to me when you come to pick her up smelling like three
other
women!" he began to laugh, harsh and insulting. Yamcha's
eyes
bulged as he suddenly stared down at his lap.
"WHAT?!" Bulma roared
jumping to her feet. "Vegeta, is this true?" She glared into his
eyes, demanding the truth.
"Why should I lie?" he
said, all traces of temper and mean humor gone. She nodded to
herself
and rounded on Yamcha in fury.
"GET OUT!" she shrieked,
pointing at the door.
"But Bulma-"
"OUT!! NOW!!" she screamed,
her face bright red, tears threatening to spill.
"But how can you believe
him?" Yamcha tried again.
"Because Vegeta has no
reason to lie to me and you have a million times! GET THE FUCK
OUT!"
Yamcha rose slowly, casting Vegeta a look of deadly contempt.
Vegeta
smirked. Yamcha opened his mouth to speak again, but knew he only
had moments before Bulma decided to let Vegeta beat his ass to a
pulp.
He bowed and turned, silently walking out the door.
Ta daa!! See what I mean? Isn't it great? And I was also thinking, if anyone likes these interludes enough, they could (with my permission of course) continue the rest of the story. Kinda like on Altair's "Lemony Additions" (a really awesome page if no one's seen it) she let people finish one-shot's some of which turned into awesome epics. So e-mail me at: [email protected]