chapter 19 culture shock

8/8/2019 Chapter 19 Culture Shock

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Chapter 19: Unlikely Happenings?

Author's Note: Ok, kill me now. I'm really taking a nose dive on this one. I could use

some of your input on where to go on this one. Please be constructive in your criticism,and offer suggestions. I can take your opinions, but please give me an option to go with

those suggestions. Anyway, here is my latest attempt at a decent fanficlol. Please, readand review, but be gentlelol.

Bulma set her mug down on the counter by Vegeta. He glanced down at her mug beforecasting her a confused look as she strolled away toward the bald headed monk who was

crouched over a duffle bag. He watched as Krillin handed Bulma a few square plastic

cases, and she examined the pictures on the front, and proceeded to read the writing on

the back before passing them to the other warriors down a line

"Oh hey! I heard Zombie Land rocks!" Goku said as he held up the case for everyone to

see.

"Ya know, I was thinkin about that one myself. It's supposed to be really funny, and I

heard the special effects were actually pretty bang on. You guys can tell me if that reviewis true." Bulma laughed as she snatched the case from Goku's hand, bonked him on the

nose and waved it around.

Goku chuckled as he rubbed his abused nose, but said nothing as he retrieved a pair of

underwear from Krillin's bag, and shot them at the bald monk before laughing.

"Hey!" Krillin yelled as he quickly pulled the smiley face boxers off his head, and shoved

them back into his duffle with a rosy blush on his face.

Vegeta cocked his head to the side as he regarded the group. Bulma's gall with the

younger Saiyan was impressive. No female Saiyan would ever take anything away from amale; it was a sign of disrespect, and males were generally stronger. Male Saiyan's put up

with a lot from their females, but out of self preservation they showed as much respect as

the males were due. A mated female could get away with that as long as it was with her

own mate, but an unmated female risked getting punched for such an offense. As socialas Saiyans were, they were still a pretty aggressive people. Fights were extremely

common. That was another thing that was different about Earth. Females had a bit more

sway, and got away with murder on this planet. He was shocked when he found out thatthere was a general rule about males not hitting females on this planet even if they did

something to deserve it. After the incident earlier, he didn't much agree with thatparticular rule.

Vegeta didn't know what they were doing, and what significance the square boxes had,but something perked his interest. His tail twitched around his waist, and he fought the

urge as best he could, but despite his best effort, he couldn't win out against his greatest

weakness curiosity!


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Bulma stiffened, and the hairs on her neck stood on end when a blast of warm breath

fanned across her bare neck. She turned quick, looking over her shoulder, to find Vegeta

staring at the DVD case in her hand with interest, apparently trying to read the cover. Hiseyes were scanning it with a perplexed look on his face. That was when it dawned on her.

He couldn't read their writing.

"It's a DVD. You know, the movies on the TV?" Bulma said as she handed him the case

so he could better examine it.

He accepted the square box with some apprehension, but examined it none the less. He

wasn't familiar with the TV. The only time he'd really paid any attention to it was when

he'd attempted to play that machine they called a video game. He looked up from the

cover, and stared at her blankly.

Bulma interpreted the look, and rolled her eyes as she huffed and snatched the case out of

his slack hands.

"Forever more. You need to pay more attention to things Vegeta. This movie is a zombie

movie. It's basically the same concept as that game you were playing. Human's getinfected and turned into crazy cannibalistic beasts that can only be killed by shooting or

bashing them in the head." Bulma explained as she handed the case back to Goku.

"Hn." Vegeta grunted, crossing his arms, and turning his head from her in slight offense.

Sure he remembered the game, but he resented her treating him like a child.

"Great. How bout we watch this one then. I heard it's hilarious." Goku said as he looked

at the group for their response. When everyone nodded their heads, and gave a verbal

affirmation he grinned, and walked out of the kitchen toward the basement where the inhome theater room was located.

"Alright, you guys go get changed into your comfy clothes while I pop some popcorn,

and get the snacks and beer prepared." Bulma said as she turned toward the cabinet next

to the fridge, and rummaged around for the microwave popcorn.

Everyone filed out of the room, and Chi Chi headed toward the upstairs bathroom tochange. The guys usually just changed in the theater room, and when they were kids it

wasn't a big deal for her to change there as well. However, she was an adult now, and had

grown up quite a bit. It was no longer appropriate for her to do so anymore.

Vegeta felt torn. He didn't know whether to follow the Z fighters or to stay with Bulma inthe kitchen. He looked between the two rooms, and decided to stick close to his hostess.

He didn't know what comfy clothes meant, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to remain

social around the other males without Bulma's presence as a calm reminder to behave. Hesnorted in direction of the theater room before turning to reenter the kitchen.


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"Woman, what the hell are comfy clothes per your definition." He asked as he strolled

over to stand behind her while she pressed her forehead against the microwave to watch

the popcorn bag expand and pop within.

Vegeta cocked his head, and tapped her on the shoulder with his tail when he received no

response. His scowl morphed into a smirk when she jumped slightly at the contact, andmumbled a what as a response.

"Now who isn't being very observant?" He chided as he wrapped his tail around herwaist, and pulled her face away from the hypnotic hum of the microwave. He stole a

glance toward the kitchen entrance to make sure none of her friends were close by before

pulling her back flush against his front; earning him a startled eep from the smaller

female.

"Hey, cut it out. I was trying to make sure it didn't burn. I suck at making popcorn."

Bulma pouted as she leaned forward in his grasp, trying to return to her previous position.

Vegeta chuckled at her antics before tightening his grip on her, and leaning to brace his

arms against the counter on either side of her body; pinning her against the counter andhis body.

"Answer my question, Woman." He rumbled in her ear as he inhaled her scent. An

unfamiliar feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, and worked its way up into his chest

when she leaned her back against his chest, and angled her face upward; her lips brushinghis ear.

'Two can play that game, fuzz butt.' She thought as she smiled to herself when she felt his

tail tighten around her waist, and his body stiffen at the contact.

"It's your pj's fuzz butt." She teased as she caught his gaze, and smiled coyly at him;waiting for his response.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he removed his tail from around her waist, but otherwise

remained where he was.

"Why are the others getting dressed for bed? They don't sleep here." He growled out in

irritation.

Bulma frowned at him before sighing, and slumping away from him. She leaning forwardto retrieve the now finished bag of popcorn from the microwave to place in the bowl

beside her on the counter; Vegeta's presence behind her slowly causing her to feel

smothered.

Vegeta growled at her as he watched her place a second bag into the microwave, punch in

a few buttons, and let out a harassed sigh; silently telling him his presence behind her was

annoying her slightly.


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"They're spending the night Vegeta. Get used to the idea. We always crash down stairs

after a few movies. We have a few couches down there, some beanbags, and a few air

mattresses. It's really fun. Loosen up, and just relax. No one is going to bother you; Ipromise." Bulma said as she cast him a reassuring look over her shoulder.

He frowned at her, and shook his head.

"I'm sleeping in my own quarters. I'll not sleep on the floor like some animal." He

growled as he angrily pushed himself away from the counter; putting some distancebetween the two.

Bulma's eyes flashed with agitation. He was just trying to be difficult. She was trying to

show him that the guys didn't mean him any harm, and that he could trust them as much

as he did her. However, he wasn't even willing to try. That fact, irritated her more thananything.

"Look. I don't really care where you sleep, ok? Do whatever you want Vegeta, but I'msleeping downstairs with my friends. If you want some company; you know where to find

us." Bulma spat as she whipped open the cabinet next to her, and piled over a dozen bagsof candy into cloth grocery bag she'd grabbed from the hook inside the door. She then

slipped it over her left arm before taking both bowls of popcorn in her arms, and striding

purposefully out of the kitchen, down the stairs, and out of sight.

Vegeta growled, and bared his teeth at her retreating back; his tail fuzzing in anger. She'dnot shown such animosity toward him since he'd first arrived on her property, and it

angered him as much at present as it did then. He clenched his fists trying to calm his

raging temper. He really couldn't understand why he was soo angry with her. He'd

obviously done something to anger her, but for the life on him he couldn't understandwhat.

'Stupid female' He thought as his tail lashed around behind him. He slowly made his way

from the kitchen, and followed her scent down the stairs and into the first room on hisright. He opened the winging doors, and stopped. He crossed his arms, and leaned against

the doorframe, once again watching the goings on.

Bulma bent over, and set the snacks on a low round table that was positioned in the

middle of the room.

SMACK!

"AHHHH. HEY!" Bulma yelled with a start as she covered her ass with both hands, and

straightened with a start.

Chi Chi laughed behind her hand, and pointed at Goku, who was trying to debate on

which snack he was going to eat first.


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"Alright, that's it!" Bulma said as she grabbed her pillow, and took the open end in her

hands while shaking her pillow down to the bottom of the case.

THWAK!

"OOMPH!"

Bulma's well aimed strike sent her pillow sailing into the back of Goku's head; topplinghim over and sending his face into the popcorn bowl. He reared his head back, and

smirked before reaching into his hair to retrieve a few pieces of popcorn, and throwing

them at his best friend.

"Oh, that's how its gonna be huh?" He laughed before thwacking her gently with her own

pillow.

"Ahh. Ok, Ok!" She laughed before stealing her pillow back, and smoothing it back out.

After the little exchange between Goku and Bulma, Krillin, and Tien had started

wrestling around on the floor; shoving each other's faces into the beanbags. Everyonewas having fun just horsing around, but it wasn't until they heard the creak of the

swinging doors, and felt Vegeta's ki that the guys stopped what they were doing to stare

at him.

Vegeta felt even more awkward than he had before. Now, they were all staring at himinstead of ignoring him. He much preferred being ignored. He wasn't a fan of all the

attention. He growled in irritation, but held up the DVD case for all to see.

"Oh, I completely forgot about the movie. Thanks Vegeta." Goku said as he reached out,and took the DVD from his rival's hand, and tossed it to Krillin who immediately put it inthe player.

Vegeta growled at Kakkarot's gall, but did nothing to stop him. He just sneered, and

bared his teeth at the younger male before locking eyes with Bulma.

The minute his dark orbs made contact with her blue, she stuck her nose in the air, andturned her head from him in a display that said she was clearly still mad at him. She then

stood from her seat, and marched past him, and up to her room.

He remained as neutral as he could as she brushed past him, but his tail betrayed him, andflicked at her ass before rewinding around his waist. He smirked when he heard herstartled gasp; glad that at least he'd gotten her attention somehow.

'Who does he think he is? This is my house. I make the rules, not him.' Bulma thought

furious, as she slammed her door behind her, and ripped open her pj drawer.


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'Sigh, I don't know why I'm getting myself all worked up. He's not a human, he wasn't

raised on Earth like Goku, and he doesn't understand the significance of friendship either.

Sigh, I just wish that I could get through to him.' She sighed, all earlier anger dissipatingwhen she remembered all the nightmare's he'd suffered through since staying with her.

The light bulb finally came on, and she figured out that he probably didn't want to

embarrass himself in front of the others by having a nightmare. She couldn't fault him forthat.

"This should be good." She said to herself as she tossed her pjs on the bed, and stripped

out of her clothes; leaving her in her black underwear and bra. She quickly retrieved her

short red and black plaid snap front boxers, and the black spaghetti strap tank that wentwith it, and put them on quickly. She then donned her black low cut runner's socks, and

ran down the stairs with her pillow to rejoin the group.

To her surprise Vegeta was still standing in the doorway watching the others eat, talk,

laugh, and occasionally throw food at one another. He looked a little more than irritated,

but she couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever been forced to sleep in the same room asothers before, or if he was separated from contact in order to mess with his head.

Sighing to herself, she easily brushed past him without incident, and plopped herself back

down into her overly large beanbag chair; snuggling under a nice warm blanket she'dpulled away from Tien. She stuck her tongue out at the three eyed warrior with a laugh,

and ducked under the blanket when a few pieces of popcorn came sailing at her head.

Vegeta hadn't really been paying attention to anything. His mind had wandered

somewhere else, but his eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the sight of the womansauntering into the room with her ass cheeks practically hanging out, and her breasts

nearly being on display through her shirt; while a few of her male friends cast very quickand discrete glances at her chest when she bent to gather some popcorn and candy fromthe table in front of her. Her beanbag was a little further away than she liked, and after

securing her items, she inched it closer to allow for easier access.

He growled low in his throat before catching himself. He wasn't about to make a fool of

himself over such a thing. However, she'd yet to even acknowledge his presences. He wasslightly taken back by her behavior, and, not being one to take being ignored lightly; he

pushed off the door frame and made his way toward her. For some reason he'd become

accustomed to the female's constant fussing over him, and now that she was leaving himto fend for himself; he felt slightly put out.

"Grrrrr."

'Like hell Kakkarot.' He thought as he caught the younger male casting the blue haired

female an appreciative glance before turning to plant a kiss on his own mate's cheek.Vegeta's glare drew the younger male's attention, and his thoughts were confirmed when

the younger Saiyan's eyes widened, and he refused to meet the elder's gaze. Kakkarot


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knew he'd been caught. Vegeta snorted in derision before continuing his path through the

beanbag maze toward his intended target.

Bulma was busy leaning over the side of her beanbag; chatting with Krillin and Tien,when she felt Vegeta settling next to her on her extra large beanbag; causing her lighter

frame to slide closer his body; practically tossing her into his lap. Her eye started to tickin annoyance as she glared over her shoulder at him. He'd made himself comfortable next

to her; well as comfortable as Vegeta went. He'd plopped down, and worked his waydown into the bag until he was reclining. His arms were crossed, and his tail swayed

lazily over the side of the bag while he gave her a mischievous look.

"What do you think you're doing? I thought you were going to bed, so shoo!" Bulma said

as she tried to push him off her beanbag.

Vegeta hitched an eyebrow at her, and shrugged.

"Changed my mind." He grumbled as he swatted her hand away.

"Then why don't you go get changed into your bed clothes?" Bulma goaded. She smirked

when he cast her a slightly awkward glance. However, that look quickly morphed, and he

cast her a mischievous smirk as he leaned his head closer to hers, to whisper in her ear.

"I doubt my sleeping attire would be acceptable under these circumstances. You see

woman, I prefer to sleep without clothing." He rumbled. His hot breath fanning across her

neck, and causing her skin to break out in goose bumps.

Bulma's cheeks turned three shades of red, and she could feel herself somewhat reacting

to the mental images his statement produced. She looked him in the eye, and could seethe laughter dancing in his dark orbs at her obvious discomfort and embarrassment. She

gave him a heated look before turning back toward her friends.

"Hey B. Catch!" Krillin said as he held a gummy bear between his fingers as if to throw itat her.

Vegeta watched in tortured amusement as the bald headed monk tossed the sugary treat

into the air, and the blue haired female caught it with ease in her delicate little mouth. He

nearly groaned in frustration when she craned her head toward him, and displayed herprize between her teeth. She quickly pulled it back into her mouth with a wink in his

direction before turning to continue their little game of catch.

"AHHHHH!" Bulma yelled once when Tine's bad aim had landed the red gummy bear

down the front of her tank; forcing her to attempt to retrieve it. However, when sheturned away from the two bald headed hyenas, she gave Vegeta a perfect view as she

fought with her top to free the gummy bear.


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Not being able to resist temptation, Vegeta tapped her hand away, and with two fingers,

reached down the front of her shirt, and withdrew the bear that had been lodged under the

band of her sports bra. He held it up to her face with a triumphant smirk, and nearlylaughed out loud at the bright red blush that spread across her face.

Krillin and Tien whooped at his success, and Bulma's embarrassment grew knowing herfriends had seen his bold move. She turned her head back toward him, and as an attempt

at payback, reached forward, and snatched the bear from between his fingers with herteeth; allowing her tongue and lips to slide across his digits seductively before

immediately turning back toward her two friends. She didn't really need to see his face.

The throaty gasp that tore from his throat was enough for her, and she grinned like theCheshire cat as she waited to catch another gummy in her mouth.

"AHHHHH, Chi Chi STOP!"

The startled cry distracted Bulma, and the gummy bear thwacked her on the nose before

she, and all the others turned their attention toward the two seater beanbag.

"Hahahaha! You show him Chi!" Bulma cheered when she turned to see the youngerwoman with her husband pinned to the beanbag, and trying to get away as she tickled his

sides ruthlessly.

"Hey guys, come on, I'm gonna start the movie now so hush!" Krillin shushed as he

jumped up to flip out the lights, and plopped back into his own bag; everyone's gazesnow focused on the huge screen in front of them.

Chi Chi returned to her side of the bag, and Goku righted himself; elbowing his wife in

the ribs as payback before settling down beside her with her head against his chestcomfortably.

Bulma caught one last gummy from Tien before turning back forward in the beanbag to

watch the movie. She was slightly surprised by Vegeta's change in behavior. To say she

was slightly disturbed would be an over statement, but she was a little weirded out by it.

She cast him a quick glance, and rolled her eyes when she felt his tail slink under her leg,and wrap around it.

Vegeta smirked, and folded his hands behind his head. He'd won that one, but only by a

hair. His tail swished a little against her thigh showing his decent mood, and he cast his

bag buddy a fleeting glance trying to read her body language.

"AHHHHHH! BANG BANG!" Rang out from the T.V. startling Vegeta, and causing his

eyes to dart forward, and his body to tense slightly at the shock of being caught off guard.

He watched as a scrawny little human used some type of handheld weapon to blow off

the head of a severely mutilated; yet still living human in the head. Yes, he rememberednow, they were called zombies. Human's who were no longer considered such due to a


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virus, and were killed off by the uninfected humans that remained. The concept was not

far- fetched in his opinion. He'd seen similar situations on different planets. However, the

situation was not comical in the least, and there was a completely different mentalityshared among the remaining inhabitants. Killing them off had been a blessing, and he still

couldn't regret taking their lives. It was better for them, and a lot quicker than being eaten

alive.

"What is the point of this movie?" He grumbled as he laid his head back against thebeanbag, and cast his hostess a dramatic look of boredom.

"Sigh, for you, there probably isn't a point. It's entertainment. Sure the things that happen

in the movies are extremely unrealistic, and the plots are usually pretty corny, but hey, we

enjoy them. It gives us a break from our reality." Bulma whispered before popping somesour patch kids into her mouth, and grimacing at the sour taste.

Vegeta remained silent as he continued to watch the movie. He still didn't see a point in

wasting time watching something that was fake, but for some reason he remained. He felthis eyelids droop as the stress from the day, and alcohol began to take their toll on his

already exhausted body. He lowered his arms from behind his head, and crossed them

over his chest as he laid his head back against the beanbag.

'I'll just meditate for a few minutes to clear my mind. When this waste of time is over I'llretire for the night in my own quarters.' Vegeta grumbled to himself. He leaned forward,

and removed his shirt; tossing it aside before settling back into his comfortable position.

He let out a long sigh as he closed his eyes, and promptly fell asleep.

Bulma blushed as she watched Vegeta remove his shirt. He was sculpted like a Greek

god, and the scars that littered his torso only added to his masculine body. Most womenwould be disgusted or turned off by the scars, but for Bulma, they helped remind her that

despite everything he'd done; he was still a man made of flesh and blood. He wore themwith pride, and she couldn't help but run her fingers across the circular scar that lay over

his heart when his eyes closed, and she knew he was asleep. The significance of that

particular scar was not lost on her, and after sparing a glance at her friends to ensure they

were effectively distracted by the movie, she leaned forward and placed a chaste kissagainst it; allowing her hand to rest over it comfortably as she continued to watch the

movie.

About thirty minutes later the credits rolled down the screen, and everyone was pretty

much asleep or on their way to dream land. The soft black glow of the T.V. lulling themto sleep in the warm room. Bulma and Krillin were the last to fall asleep.

"Hey, Krillin, can you shut the T.V. off?" Bulma asked as she gestured toward Vegeta.

Krillin took a look at the surly Saiyan sprawled out in the beanbag next to Bulma, and

suppressed a chuckle. He couldn't help but think how lucky the surly Saiyan was sleeping


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However, the peaceful expression she was admiring suddenly morphed into a confused

frown, and she watched as his eyes fluttered open.

He blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes adjusted to the darkness before setting hisgaze toward the blue haired female who had her hand in his hair, and the other on his tail.

He wanted to be mad, but couldn't summon up the energy to even feel the emotion. Helowered his arms from behind his head, and glared at her for a moment through the

darkness. He was about to chastise her for her display, but faltered when he felt her headon top of his.

"Nigh fuzz." Bulma said as she nuzzled his hair with her nose, and settled herself into a

more comfortable position by his side. As an afterthought she placed a chaste kiss to his

temple, and patted his chest lightly after letting go of his tail.

Vegeta's eyes shot wide open, and his body stiffened to an almost painful level. He cast a

frantic look around the room, and did a ki scan to see if any of the others were awake,

and let out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding when he realized that he andthe blue haired woman were the only two still awake. He gazed back at the woman, her

deep even breaths telling him that he was now the only one left awake.

'What the hell is she trying to do?' He wondered to himself as he took in her position

against his side. It was as if she was attempting to protect him in her sleep. The thoughtwas absurd, but as he watched her arm tighten around his chest, her hand resting over the

scar where Frieza had brought him down, he couldn't help the foreign but now familiar

feeling twisting in the pit of his stomach at the idea. It endeared her to him, and his hand

reached up of its own accord to brush some of her hair away from his face, and rest hishand atop hers on his chest. His tail wound around her upper thigh just as it had the last

time they'd shared sleeping quarters.

'Just for tonight.' He assured himself as he allowed his eyes to drift shut once again,reminding him of his body's demand for sleep.

Bulma's eyes opened a few hours later, and her brows furrowed in confusion. Why was

she awake now? Suddenly she felt a subtle tremor run through the man lying next to her,

and her grip tightened on his form when she heard a pitiful growl of pain tear its wayfrom his throat. She cringed when his tail tightened almost painfully around her thigh,

and he buried his head against her chest; his arms wrapping around her as if to ground

himself somehow. She gently raised her hand to his face, and stroked his cheek gently as

she lowered her head to his ear, resting her head against his.

"Shhh, easy now. You're ok. Shhhhh I'm right here." She whispered in his ear as he

continued to whimper and shake in his sleep.

She prayed that his whimpers wouldn't turn into cries as she watched his muscles ripple

under his skin from the tremors seizing his body. She kissed his forehead, and continuedto stroke his cheek, and whisper soothing words in his ear until finally, to her immense


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relief, his trembling ebbed, and his whimpering ceased with a sigh of relief. She smiled

against his forehead as she felt him curl into her further, making himself comfortable

against her. Normally she would have been extremely uneasy with the intimate contact,but knowing the torture he went through each night; she was just glad that she could

chase his nightmares away for at least one night. She allowed her eyes to close, and

joined him in the land of dreams once again.

******************************* The Next Morning**********************

The sound of a pot falling to the floor, and her mother's cursing above startled the blue

haired woman from her sleep. She scanned the room with startled wide eyes before

releasing a sigh of relief. Surprisingly she was the only one awakened by the loud noise,

but was glad for it. Her mother was up bright and early per usual, making a feast of abreakfast for her friends, and the family. Her mother usually came down to wake them up

when breakfast was ready, but Bulma figured it would be best to wake Vegeta so he

wouldn't feel so awkward and embarrassed by their position. Bulma allowed herself a

good yawn before turning her gaze to the man lying against her chest. She blushedslightly when she noticed their position. Thank Kami everyone was still asleep. Had they

been awake, and Vegeta knew they'd seen him, there would surely be a fight. She stareddown at him for a moment studying his features for a moment. It was a rare moment

when she was granted the chance to get a good look at him like this. As she stared at his

still form, she almost didn't have the heart to wake him. His face was peaceful, andwithout the deep frown etched on his face, he looked much younger than she'd originally

thought. His lips were parted slightly as a low growl escaped them with each exhale of

his breath; apparently that was his version of a snore. She smiled as she ran the back of

her fingers against his face. Despite everything he'd done, watching him sleep made itextremely difficult for her to stay angry with him. He was just so, well, cute. He seemed

so innocent, despite her knowing he was anything but, and she was well aware of thesurly prince's vulnerabilities. It was amazing how much she'd learned about him in theshort time he'd stayed with her. He was complex, and had a lot of heavy baggage, but so

did most of her other friends before they all came together as a group. The only

difference was that Vegeta had been conditioned from an early age to be the way he was,and undoing a lifetime of trauma wasn't easy. He'd already come a long way, but he still

had even further to come still. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but she found

herself completely taken with him. She couldn't picture her life without him in it now that

he'd wormed his way into her heart. He had somehow managed to endear himself to herdespite his harsh exterior, and disturbing behavior. She didn't know what he would do

once he'd achieved his goal, and the androids were defeated, but some part of her hoped

and prayed he would stay on Earth. She knew his rivalry with Goku would keep him, butif he somehow succeeded in beating her dear friend; what would he do next. She feared

for him, and the thought of his death at the hand of the androids tore at her heart more

than even she was ready to admit. Something in her had changed, and with a gasp theepiphany finally made its presence known. She wasn't afraid of him anymore, she was

afraid for him. Despite the absurdity of the idea; she wanted to keep him safe from harm.

He'd been hurt enough in his lifetime, and all she wanted was for him to finally find somepeace and maybe happiness with his new life.


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Bulma's body stiffened at the contact, and her breathing increased as she stared at him

wide eyed. She had no idea what was going on, but she was powerless to stop it. She

licked her dry lips, and stared at him; waiting for his next move.

Vegeta let out a low growl, and bared his teeth at her before wrapping his tail around her

upper thigh, and yanking her under him so they were starting at each other on eye level.Something inside him roared with pride as her eyes widened with excitement at his bold

move; not even a hint of fear on her face; quite a change from when they'd first met.

"HN." He grunted at her, wrinkling his nose and furrowing his brow momentarily before

lying back down, and pulling her against him; changing their positions so Bulma was

wrapped safely in his arms with her back against his chest. The tip of his tail flicked back

and forth between their bodies, and he smirked when Bulma placed a kiss to her indexand middle finger then touched the digits to his injured tail gently. This female was the

most attentive little thing, and the most obliging; when she wasn't shrieking like a

banshee.

"Go to sleep woman." He ordered, slightly irritated. He was still tired, and despite his

desire to spare himself some embarrassment; he stayed because she'd asked him to. It

struck an irritating chord in him to know she had that much sway over him. She didn't

order him about, and she wasn't demanding either. She simply asked him, and despite hisarguing against her; he found himself following her because he enjoyed seeing her

brilliant smile.

"Ok, cranky" She laughed as she booty bumped him playfully before snuggling further

into him, and drifting off to sleep.

Vegeta's eyes widened and his body stiffened at her little movement. She most definitelyhadn't meant to basically grind her ass against his groin, but she had, and it had thrown

his mind past the gutter and into the sewer. He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, and glareddown at her indignantly, knowing full well that she wasn't even awake to see it. Kami she

was going to be his downfall.

'You're going to get yourself into trouble little one if you don't watch it. I have excellent

control, but even I have my limits.' Vegeta thought before allowing his body to relax onceagain, and his head to sink back against the beanbag. He brushed some of her hair out of

his face, and nearly immediately fell back asleep.

It wasn't until a few hours later that his conscious mind felt a familiar ki approaching thelanding to the stairs. He was too asleep to really give it much thought, but all his years oftraining had honed his senses to warn him of impeding danger even as he slept.

Unfortunately his alcohol consumption, exhaustion, and comfort all worked against him

as he ignored the subtle warning in his head.

"BREAKFAST EVERYONE!" Bunny yelled from the top of the stairs.


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Vegeta all but shot up from the beanbag with a start, and looked around the room wildly

for any sign of an intruder. His hackles and tail fur standing on end. He growled as

laughter reached his ears, and frowned when his eyes settled on the little blue hairedfemale. She was rubbing sleep from her eyes, and smiling at him. Apparently he'd been

caught.

"Easy, Vegeta. It's just my mom calling everyone for breakfast." Bulma chuckled as she

leaned over the side of the beanbag, and grinned at him. Everyone was awake, but mosteveryone was nursing their hangovers; Goku's seemingly the worst of all. He growled,

and bared his teeth in Bunny's direction as he held his aching head; her screaming

absolutely demolishing his already massive migraine.

"Hmph." Vegeta grunted as he gathered himself to his full height, and stormed out of theroom, and up the stairs.

Bulma followed his retreating for with her eyes, but remained seated. Despite her desire

to follow after him, she reminded herself that he was a grown man. If he wanted to throwa temper tantrum like a two year old over something as little as being startled then he

could do that alone.

"Well, come on guys, let's go get some breakfast. I don't know about you, but I could sure

use a good strong cup o joe!" Bulma said as she stood and stretched her aching limbs, theblanket on her lap falling to the floor.

Everyone groaned and moaned as they stretched and yawned as well, and Bulma

chuckled when she caught sight of a very grumpy and hung over Goku swatting his wife

away as she tried to tame his wild mane.

"You drunk mother fucker." She laughed as she threw a piece of candy in Goku'sdirection, and watched in rapt fascination as he deftly caught it and flicked it to the floor.

Normally he wouldn't have hesitated to pop the treat into his mouth, but Goku was never

his normal self after a night of over indulgence. That was one of the main reasons whyGoku never drank except on the rare occasion like last night's party.

"Enough bull shit blue, and get the fuck off Chi." Goku growled as he ducked his head

away from her fingers as they inched closer to his head.

Both women chuckled as they watched him stagger up the stairs toward the kitchen. He

sure was a piece of work when alcohol was involved. The first time they'd everexperienced a hug over Goku, everyone was convinced he'd hit his head, and turned back

into whoever he was before he'd had the trauma as a kid.

"Hey B. He kinda reminds me of Vegeta when he acts like that." Chi Chi laughed.

Bulma's eyes widened and she nodded her head as she thought about it. "Oh my Kami,you are totally right. Oh, Chi Chi, this could either be one funny breakfast or a hell on


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earth. Two angry Saiyans at the same table. This might not go well." She said as she cast

a wary look toward the stairs.

Both women shared a knowing glance, and without warning, they both bolted for thestairs. They weren't about to leave the two men to wander freely around the compound.

Who knew what would happen if Goku started a fight because he was cranky.

"Hey, where you girls going in such a hurry?" Krillin asked as the rest of the gang

followed behind him toward the stairs.

"Goku's hung over, and we don't want to find out what would happen if he and Vegetawere left alone together for too long." Bulma called over her shoulder as she ran after the

younger woman up the stairs.

Krillin's face paled as he turned to the others. They all shared a worried look before

taking deep breaths, and bracing themselves for one hell of a breakfast.

"There is no way this is going to end well." Tien groaned with Chaoutsu nodding in

agreement behind him.

"I don't know if I want to stay for breakfast. One of them may try to eat me." Oolong

cried as he tried to run off down the hall, only to be stopped by Master Roshi's staff in thecollar of his shirt.

"Relax Oolong. Everything will be fine. The girls will make sure those two don't lose

their cool. I just hope there's some food left for us when we get there." The old man

frowned as he increased his speed down the hall.

The guys sweat dropped at the thought, and hurried toward the kitchen. When theyarrived, a collective sigh of relief was heard when they noticed that only one of the two

Saiyan males was occupying the room.

Goku had already piled a plate high with food, and was seated at the table eating at recordspeed, and chugging his own gallon of orange juice. Bunny was quickly cranking food

out as if she was a Navy cook, and Dr. Briefs had decided to grab his breakfast to go and

work down in his labs; where it was quieter. Chi Chi was eating a small plate of food, and

Gohan was eating with as much restraint as he could for fear of being scolded by hismother.

Hearing the multitude of footsteps at the entrance to the kitchen, Bunny turned with a

smile toward the group.

"Hey there kids, go ahead and grab a plate and silver wear. Everything is set out on thetable, and you can get your own drinks from the counter." Bunny cooed as everyone filed

into the kitchen, and began piling food on their plates before things had a chance to go

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"Hey, where's Bulma and Vegeta?" Oolong asked as he looked around the room.

"Oh, Bulma went to change into some sweats. She was a little cold, and I'm not sure what

is keeping Vegeta." Bunny said as she gestured up the stairs with her spatula.

Oolong shrugged before snatching his glass of orange juice off the counter, and makinghis way toward the dining room that was adjacent to the kitchen; taking his place at the

table next to Master Roshi.

***Upstairs***

Bulma slipped some Addidas running pants on over her boxers, and a black pull overmen's hoodie. She fluffed her hair, and gave her teeth a quick brushing before making her

way down to breakfast.

Thud, Thud

"Damn."

Bulma paused as she passed Vegeta's room, the sounds of drawers being opened andclosed, and his swearing drawing her attention. She shrugged her shoulders, and knocked

twice before letting herself in.

"Hey, why aren't you down eating breakfast? You better hurry before Goku eats most of

it." Bulma said as she watched him strut toward his bathroom with a pair of training pantsin his hand. She waited patiently as he changed into his training attire, and gave him a

soft smile as he walked over to stand before her; crossing his arms as he squared his

stance.

Vegeta wasn't in the mood for her incessant demand for his socialization. He snorted, andgrowled his warning; hoping she'd take the hint. However, his growl died in his throat

when he felt her finger against his nose.

"Hey you, don't you growl at me Mr. I'm only asking you to eat breakfast. After that you

can do your own thing. Please Vegeta?" She said as she removed her finger, and took afew steps closer to him, and gave him the puppy dog eyes.

Vegeta looked down on her with a faint smirk on his face. Her little cuteness act wasn't

completely ineffective on him. He sighed in defeat and rolled his eyes before giving her aharassed look as he raised his tail toward her.

Bulma smiled as she raised her wrist, and allowed his tail to wrap around it; the fur

tickling her wrist. She turned slightly toward the door, but was stopped when his tail gave

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"WHA" Was the only word that escaped her lips before she felt herself being crushed

against a rock hard chest. She glanced up at his face, and the look in his eyes made her

stomach do a flip. She wasn't sure what it was, but something was different about him.She could see his mind trying to work out something in his head, but she dared no speak

for fear of ruining a perfectly peaceful morning.

Something about the little woman pressed against his chest called to him. He'd never

really thought about any particular person as much as he did her, and the fact that heallowed her to tell him what to do annoyed the hell out of him. It wasn't the fact that she

was forcing him to do any of it, but the knowledge that he did so willingly; if only for

her. He frowned as he stared down at her. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, and hewas fearful that she was reading way too much into his actions. He wasn't generally a

touchy feely person, especially with other males, but he trusted her, and her alone. That

was the main reason why he allowed himself to be led around by her, he knew she wasn'tcapable of harming him. She could harm him somehow if she desired, she was a genius

after all and he had to sleep sometime, but she'd had ample opportunities to do just that,

and didn't. Never in his life had he felt so attached to someone, never had he felt cared forin such a genuine way. His mind drifted back to the night he'd entered her home coveredin gore. He'd half expected her to call Kakkarot to beat his ass before locking down the

house, and kicking him out. She truly surprised him that day when she led him to her

bathroom, and cleaned him up. Her fear was nearly palatable then, but as he stared downinto her shining blue eyes, he could see another emotion. He wasn't sure what it was, but

he was in no way threatened by it as he was with most others. He allowed a small smile

to grace his thin lips as he reached up, and brushed her bangs out of her face, and allowedhis hand to trail backward, over her head, and through her hair. He then raised a lock to

his nose, and inhaled as he stared at her, entranced. He still couldn't get over how

intoxicating her scent was. He'd never smelled anything so exotic, or laid eyes on a

female as beautiful. However, he knew that creatures such as himself were not worthy ofsuch beings. She was pure innocence, and he was the devil himself. Light didn't belong

with darkness, and his smile fell back into a frown as his eyes hardened, and he released

her completely from his hold.

Bulma was at a loss for words. His actions were sweet one minute, and the next, it was as

if he was shutting down. She knew he'd worked out whatever it was that had his thoughts

so occupied, but she wasn't sure she liked the end result. Clearing her throat, Bulma

gestured toward the stairs, and frowned at him when all she received was a curt nodbefore he started toward their awaiting breakfast. The exchange didn't take long, but she

felt like they'd been together for hours. How was it that time seemed to stand still with

him? Softly she placed a delicate hand on his shoulder blade, and smiled when he turnedto face her with a questioning look on his face.

"I don't know what you're thinking Vegeta, but whatever it is, I think you're wrong."

Bulma said on the fly. She didn't know what possessed her to utter such words to him, but

something in her heart told her that he needed to hear them.


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His eyes widened only slightly before they softened, and he shook his head dejectedly at

her.

"As much as I would love to believe you, I cannot. You're right; you don't know what I'mthinking. If you did, I doubt you'd disagree with me." He said before planting a chaste

kiss against her forehead, and gliding down the stairs.

Bulma stood speechless for a few seconds before following his retreating form down the

stairs. She wasn't sure about the darkness of his comment, but it had caused a smallshiver to run the length of her spine. She'd have to keep an extra good watch over him

from now on. Something wasn't right with him, and she was bound and determined to

find out.

"GRRRRRRRR"

"Oh shit!" Bulma said as she heard Goku's growl coming from the kitchen, and Chi Chi's

startled eep! She quickly entered the kitchen to assess the situation, and see what it wasexactly that he was pissed about.

The scene was quite comical to say the least. Goku was sitting at the table with yet

another large mountain of food in front of him, and the minute Vegeta had taken a seat atthe other end with his own plate, Goku had gone on the defensive. The growl, and glare

coming from the younger Saiyan had the elder monarch's eyebrows raised in complete

surprise, and he was blinking as if trying to wrap his head around the fact that Kakkarotwas in fact acting aggressively toward him, and not the other way around.

Bulma couldn't help the smile that graced her lips as she turned to fill her coffee cup in

order to hide the twitching her lips were doing as she tried to hide her laughter. When shewas sure she was under control she leaned against the counter, and watched the exchange.Vegeta's tail had fuzzed up around his waist, and he issued his own growl in response

before calmly digging into his own food. Bulma cast Chi Chi an amused look, and

gesture with her head for the other female to just eat and watch the display.

The two males ate in silence, but to the female's amusement, they would growl, glare, andposture at one another as they went along. It wasn't surprising to Bulma that in his hung

over, and slightly irritable state that Goku would pick up on some of the older male's

habits, but the fact that they seemed to be almost conversing with each other through theirnon-verbal cues, glares, and the occasional growl or other noise amused her. She had

already figured out the different meanings behind Vegeta's growls, snorts, and grunts, butshe'd never stopped to consider that since Saiyan's were a very animalistic race, thatalong with their verbal communication they would maintain a very complex non-verbal

as well. Bulma figured that it gave the race an edge. An enemy would have absolutely no

idea what they were carrying on about, and have no idea that they were engaging in adifferent form of communication. She shook her head, and crossed over to the last open

seat at the table, and placed her mug next to Vegeta's arm. He paused in his eating to

glance at her, and when he noticed Goku's eyes following her movements, he growled a


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low warning growl that the younger Saiyan, and Bulma both understood to mean that

Vegeta meant business.

"Hey, now you two be nice." Bulma said as she started to eat her own breakfast, next tothe irritated Saiyan. She glanced between the two, and her eyes widened. They were both

glaring daggers at each other, and both were fuzzed up in irritation, and tensed. She knewthings had gone from slightly tense to bad, and she elbowed Vegeta in the ribs, killing his

growl dead, and causing him to glare at her before returning his focus to his food. ChiChi did the same, but Goku gave her a blank stare before following Vegeta's lead. Bulm

then reached down, and patted Vegeta's thigh under the table as a way of apology, and

proceeded to eat her meal in relative peace.

Goku watched the display with mild interest. He was really pissy, and knew it wasbecause of the alcohol. However, he still had the urge to pound the older male for no

apparent reason. He cocked his head to the side, and was quite surprised when Vegeta

offered Bulma the strawberries out of the toppings he'd used on his pancakes. He wasn't

completely aware of his own culture, but Bulma had told him enough for him tounderstand that male Saiyans did not share food with anyone aside from their mates, kids,

or during courtship. Hell, he didn't even share food with his own wife, well, not unlessthey were using it outside of the kitchen. He growled at the older male, suddenly irritated

at the idea. It was as if the prince was trying to win her affections, and for some odd

reason he didn't like it. Sure he knew that Trunks was their son, and they were going toget together at some point in time, but Goku hated the thought that Vegeta would use

Bulma to satisfy his own selfish needs then leave Bulma to raise their child all alone.

Goku's growling became louder, and drew Vegeta's attention. He sneered at his elder

comrade, and received an angry growl, and a sharp glare of warning from the man. Gokubacked off slightly, his point made. However, he knew very well that if pushed on the

matter, whether he was even aware of his feelings toward the woman or not, Vegetawould probably succeed in kicking his ass. Goku may be a super Saiyan, but he couldfeel a power deep within the prince that stilled his hand. He wasn't sure exactly what it

was, but he knew that once awakened; he'd take his rightful place as the strongest of his

race. So, for the time being, Goku relented.

Bulma watched the exchange with curiosity. Vegeta had wrapped his tail firmly aroundher waist, and pulled her slightly closer to his side when Goku had issued his last growl,

and the look in Vegeta's eyes was terrifying. Goku had somehow issued a threat, and

Vegeta somehow squashed it flat with the ferocity of his gaze. She was awe struck by theshier power he held in that regard. He didn't have to say a word to get his point across;

you could just feel it. Even she could read his silent warning loud and clear. It was as if

he had a large "Back off or else" sign on his forehead. She wasn't sure why he felt theneed to draw her in, but she assumed it had something to do with security for him. If only

she knew how wrong she was. If only she knew about the tension she was causing

between the two males. Goku wanted her to be cared for, happy, and loved. Vegeta, well,

he didn't know what love was, and wasn't even sure about his feelings toward the bluehaired woman to his left. All he knew was that his instincts had never led him wrong

before, and he wasn't about to let the third class whelp push him around; despite him


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having the legendary status to back his threats. He was interested in the little female, and

she was his only trusted companion on the shit hole of a planet.

Bulma extricated herself from Vegeta's near death grip, and stood from the table to placeher empty plates in the sink. Chi Chi followed suit, and the two women then retreated

from the kitchen toward the blue haired female's room, anxious to get themselvesshowered, and primped for the day. The night before they had agreed to go shopping in

the morning, and Bulma had planned on buying a whole new wardrobe for winter.

Vegeta deflated when he watched the females exit the room without so much as a

warning. He then turned back toward his food, and sighed irritably. He glanced at the

young demi Saiyan, and was startled when a pair of wide brown eyes stared right back.

"What are you looking at kid?" Vegeta growled out; nowhere near as aggressively as heusually did. Unbeknownst to all, Vegeta did have a soft spot for children. He'd killed

many during his purging missions, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it entirely. The

incident at the village was just a breakdown of sorts on his part, and he did regret killingthe child, but not the others. He stared intently at the whelp as he waited for a response.

Gohan coughed, and lowered his gaze before holding out a plate containing a substantial

amount of food on it. Vegeta lowered his gaze to the plate then back at the pup then

glanced toward his rival. Kakkarot was busy inhaling his food with gusto, and apparentlymade it a prerogative to ignore everyone else in the room, however, the twitch of his eye

told the older Saiyan that he was well aware of what was going on around him at the

moment. Vegeta sneered at his rival.

"Ganah, domino." Vegeta said not really thinking as he gestured the plate away. He'd not

accept an appeasement offering from a pup, when it was the father guilty of the offense.He was intrigued by the whelp sitting near him, however, he'd never understand how

deeply ingrained the Saiyan genetics could be in a demi pup.

Gohan retracted the plate, and set it down next to one of Vegeta's plates with a slightlydejected look. Even though he was still intimidated by the older Saiyan, he couldn't help

but feel grateful for his intervention on Namek. Vegeta had not only saved his life, but

he'd given his life trying to overthrow the evil Tyrant despite the fact that it was a losingbattle. Even though he was extremely volatile; Gohan couldn't help but admire the older

Saiyan. He didn't know anything about his Saiyan heritage because his father was raised

as a human, and being the little scholar that he was, Gohan was very intrigued by the

standoffish male.

Vegeta's tail began to twitch anxiously, the eyes of the whelp sitting by him unnerving

him. He glared at the pup, and allowed a low warning growl to vibrate through his chest.

He could feel the kid's ki spike in fear as he averted his eyes, and lowered his head insubmission. Vegeta allowed the growl to fade off as he returned to eating his own food. If

the idiot wasn't capable of teaching his offspring the basics of Saiyan manners then he

was going to do it. Contrary to most cultural beliefs, male Saiyans didn't interact with


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their pups very often outside of training, but they did discipline them when they got out

of line or weren't practicing proper social manners. The thing about Saiyan culture that

was different than most was that the males didn't differentiate between their own pups,and another pack member's pup. All males and females treated each other's pups as their

own. If one pup's parents were killed in battle, they were not adopted into a family unit,

but left to fend for themselves as an adult. However, they were protected by the entirepack during times of battle. The pack taught them, and raised them to be strong despite

their lack of immediate relations. They rallied behind them, and supported them from a

distance. If the pup died; it was on their own head, and the pack went about their businessas if it had never been born.

Vegeta was no different than any other Saiyan, and his instincts were strong. He wasn't

too thrilled with considering this band of misfits his "pack", but he really didn't seem to

have much of a choice in the matter. He glanced around at the other males, and realizedthat despite his dislike and mistrust in them; they had shown him some respect. He wasn't

ignorant, and he wasn't unreasonable. They'd surprised him with their reaction to his

outburst, and they'd all gained something from him for that, however, he didn't trust norlike them. He doubted he really ever would, but he could tolerate their presence. Hesighed irritably as he reached over, and snagged a few pieces of bacon, and a small

portion of the pancakes from the offered plate, and began tearing into them with the

veracity of a Saiyan, and the grace of royalty.

Gohan's eyes brightened, and he offered a small smile toward the older male; happy that

his offer had been accepted even if only slightly. He couldn't help but fidget in his seat as

he ate at a faster pace, mimicking the male to his side.

Goku's eyes narrowed as he chewed a bite of egg. He'd noticed his son's interaction with

the prince, and chose to ignore it because of Vegeta's obvious disinterest in his offer.However, when Vegeta decided to humor his son, and take some of the offered food he

couldn't help the twinge of anger that brewed in his stomach. He wasn't aware of what

significance the offer had in his own cultural standings, but he was well aware thatVegeta somehow had been considerate in some way toward his son; judging by the happy

expression on the small boy's face. It was as if Vegeta had flipped an invisible switch.

One minute his son was afraid of the older Saiyan, the next, he was completely at easeeating next to him. For some reason that bothered the younger male, and he glowered at

the older male once he'd caught his gaze, and sneered at him in contempt.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the blatant threat, and snorted before shaking it off, and

finishing his food. Vegeta wasn't threatened by Kakkarot, and he really didn't care whatthe younger male thought about his interaction with the small demi. He smirked at the

younger male mischievously as he stood, and made his way toward his own room.

'Consider that payback, Kakkarot.' Vegeta thought as he climbed the stairs toward his

room. For all the shit he'd pulled with the blue haired female it was high time Kakkarotgot a taste of his own medicine. Sure he'd overstepped his boundaries as a male, but in his


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eyes Kakkarot had overstepped nearly every single boundary, and it had royally pissed

him off.

As he made his way into his room he paused at the entrance. He could hear the two crazyfemales laughing, and doing Kami only knew what in the blue haired female's room. He

shook his head, and entered his quarters; shutting the door behind him. Making his wayto his dresser, Vegeta retrieved his training clothes, and after shrugging out of his sleep

wear, put them on along with his shoes to begin his morning training routine.

"I've wasted enough time on this cluster fuck she calls a party. It's time to get back to

business." Vegeta grumbled to himself as he entered his bathroom. He grabbed his

toothbrush, squirted some toothpaste on the bristles, and brushed furiously as he glared at

his own reflection in the vanity mirror. He spit, and rinsed his mouth, wiped it with ahand towel, and reemerged into his bedroom.

"AHHHH, NOOOO!"

"Hurry Chi, get back in here."

Vegeta growled as he heard Kakkarot's harpy shriek from the hall before running back

into Bulma's room at her urging, and slamming the door. He could feel Kakkarot's kiapproaching followed by Krillin, and Gohan's. He growled low in his throat as he yanked

his door open, and glowered at the males that had converged on the door, and were

talking amongst themselves as if formulating a plan.

"Hey, Vegeta. Give us a hand. Bulma and Chi Chi stole our game controllers!" Krillin

said as he gestured the surly male closer as the other two Saiyans looked at him

expectantly.

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at them before wrinkling his nose is disgust.

"Sit and spin." He growled disinterestedly at the males as he flipped them the bird, andheaded off down the stairs.

They stared after him confused for a few seconds before Krillin's eyes widened, and he

fell to the floor laughing.

"What the heck was that about?" Gohan asked his father as he looked up at him with

furrowed brows.

Goku was staring off after the smaller Saiyan confused. He then looked down at his son

and shrugged.

"No clue." He said as they both looked down at Krillin who was trying to compose

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"Goku, come here." Krillin chuckled as he yanked on Goku's pants. Goku came to his

level, and Krillin whispered in his ear. Goku's eyes widened comically as the meaning

behind Vegeta's words and gesture were made clear.

"Well, at least we know he's got a sense of humor. It may not be a nice sense of humor,

but we should take what we can get." Krillin chuckled as he punched Gohan in the arm.

"Hey, I'm gonna go see if Vegeta wants a sparring partner. I'll catch up with you guys

later." Goku said as he moved toward the stairs after Vegeta. He wasn't really in themood for a spar; he was actually wanting to get a few answers out of the older Saiyan and

possibly break something if he didn't like them, but he wasn't about to let anyone know

his true thoughts. Goku wasn't usually a violent or angry person, but there were times

when even he got mad, and needed a punching bag made of flesh and blood. He was justlucky enough to know someone who felt the same way nearly 24/7 who would love to

return the favor.

ZZZZIIIINNNNNNGGGG THWAK!

"OUCH! Oh well, thanks anyway, hey girls, wanna play?" Krillin laughed when Bulmaand Chi Chi opened the door, and chucked the three controllers out the door hitting

Krillin in the head, slammed it again, and laughed uncontrollably.

Goku shook his head, and laughed to himself as he made his way down the stairs. Bulma

sure knew how to bring the good out in people. When he made it to the bottom of thestairs he noticed that Master Roshi and oolong had retreated back to the island, and as he

exited the back door, he saw Tien and Chaoutsu sparring on the lawn.

'If only the android threat wasn't looming over head; things would be perfect.' Gokuthought as he stalked over to the GR, and pounded his fist against the metal door. Hereally needed a good spar, and as the door descended revealing the pissed off prince, he

smirked, knowing he was going to get just that.

Author's Note: Ok kiddies, here is another chapter. I think after next chapter things are

going to speed up a bit. I'm done with this aspect of the story, and hopefully the next willthrow us back on track. I just felt that our dear characters needed a few chapters to

unwindlol. So, next chapter we may get to find out what exactly happens during the

"Sparring match" and some other juicy tid bits. Thanks for your continued reviews, and Ilook forward to reading what you have to say on this one. ^_^ As always, read and

review!

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