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Stupid Monkey	By : VegsMate Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2429 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
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- 11
Special Thanks: to RM for beta-ing.

Chapter 10: Only in
My Dreams

I can�t believe
that foolish woman. What the fuck was she thinking acting so completely idiotic?
I�ve never seen stupidity of the like from her before, especially directed at
me. It really does amaze and confound, the extent at which she would make an ass
of herself. First she has the gall to claim that we are friends and then when I
intend to revile her stupid presumption, she completely ignores what I say, and
impertinently so. If my body wasn�t so�I hate to admit�weakened, I�d have
plucked her fingers from her ears, given her a verbal thrashing like she�s never
had, and then have thrown her out of my room on her ass.

�Stupid onna,� I mutter as I lie back
down again. The nerve of that wench.

I suppose this is
what I get for training myself so rigorously. Although the regen tank heals
wounds, it cannot replenish energy from an exhausted body. Such is the ill
effects of none stop strenuousness. This certainly puts a damper on my plans to
quickly gain strength. Albeit, I feel the need to argue with myself that this
should not affect the Saiyajin no Ouji, the fact that it does aggrieves me.

With a heavy sigh I
close my eyes.

That onna... she
really is something else. I don�t know why I even bother with her. Her silly
hang-ups about loving that bastard, being so blind-sided... how revolting! But
why is it that I even care to think about it, about her stupidity? Why does that
wench occupy my thoughts of late? Insufferable bitch! How dare she love that
recreant! I don�t pretend to understand what love is and I doubt I shall ever
know. If such a thing exists, I am certain that it means she is emotionally
attached to him somehow.

Although, it sure didn�t seem that way
when I kissed her before. She did respond to me, however, her loyalty might have
dissuaded her continuance. Interesting it was, and I won�t deny that I like the
taste of her lips, for a moment I could have pretended she was mine. Why the
sudden need to possess? Saiya-jin instincts, I suppose.

No more! This is
not me! I do not want this... it�s too trivial to think of and I cannot and will
not. It is stupid. And I shall not fall into stupidity. I�m smarter than that! I
shall not persist in weakness. I shall not become dim-witted and be ruled by
emotions or silly sexual instincts. I will not disgrace myself anymore than I
already have. I�m the Prince of Saiya-jins, dammit! I lust for battle and blood,
not some blue haired goddess.

Ugh, I even refer
to her with adoration

...But she is quite
a beauty, with her lovely face, voluptuous breast, sexy curves, shapely long
legs. I wonder if falling into disgrace because of such divinity would be worth
the plunge?

My eyes open
widely.

What the fuck is
wrong with me?! To think such thoughts is beyond ridiculous! She�s only a female
and a human one at that�not a Saiyajin! Have I lost all sense of dignity? That I
would consider something of that sort? Cast pride aside just to sate my base
desires? For Kami�s sake, I should not be thinking with my cock!

I growl for a
moment hating myself. Then I roll over sluggishly, being mindful of my soreness,
and grasp my pillow.

The course of my
thoughts is baffling. When have I begun to allow myself to think of this
weakness so freely? When have I allowed it to seem okay? Perhaps it is my
exhaustion that has gotten to me. I can see how today�s happenings and dejected
pondering can take its toll on me. But I�m sure it goes deeper with the week�s
disappointments that add on to my mental disarray. But what of this thinking
with a weary mind? Peculiar that potent weariness of this nature has not allowed
for slumber...

I don�t remember
that much of Vegetasei, seeing as it has been such a long time since I�ve been
there. But some things can never be forgotten. The Imperial Palace, my home...
Granted I do not have fond memories of when I was young, there is something to
be said about one�s homeworld. There is no place like it.

I find myself
walking down the halls on a red carpet, large corridors of immaculate blue
marble floors, white walls, lined with blue trimmings and accented in gold.
Decorative light fixtures... always bright. Every few yards as I precede elite
guards are posted. I�ve had this dream before, a definite rarity. Always a nice
change from what I�m used to. I am about six years old and garbed in my usual
battle armor, with the red crest of the Royal House of Vegeta-sei on my left
breastplate and a red flowing cape attached to my shoulder pads.

But something feels
strange about this dream. For one I feel taller than usual. I look down at
myself and my gloved hands, and then it dawns on me that I am not a young boy,
rather the man I have grown into. Very odd that a recurring dream such as this
would suddenly change. I am a bit unsettled by that only because I wonder if any
other things in this dream would be different. Although I have to admit it is
gratifying to walk these halls as I am; had my planet not been destroyed this
would be my reality. It�s a bittersweet thought that bothers me mercilessly. But
if anything it is better than the usual incubus of my past. Even with waking up
feeling bereaved, it is far better than waking with the melancholy of phantoms
or the hollowness of almost being broken.

Shattered was my
pride on many occasions, but none such has left me completely without. I could
recover, bounce back. Having a purpose can do that to anyone. Knowing that in
time one�s efforts can come to fruition, pushes a man to go forward even if all
that surrounds him is darkness and unyielding despondency.

As I look around me
at the third class Saiya-jin that bow lowly as I walk by and the Elites that
just move aside and bow curtly, a thought comes to mind. One thing stands out in
this dream that I have always remembered feeling: the complete and total freedom
to do as I please. Since I�m supposed to be only six, I had not even seen the
object of my hate. I never cared about some bastard Ice-jin on my back, or the
oppressive anger that rages with the need of revenge. It was so utterly
different then. The need to become the strongest always festered in me. Part of
being the Saiya-jin prince warrants it, so it has always been a part of me as
long as I can remember: A natural inclination for power and dominance.

As I walk these
halls in the semblance of so long ago, I remember having a stake in life and a
purpose that would forever live with me. Or so that was what I thought... When
that bastard Ice-jin took away any hope of ever going back, a new purpose burned
in my soul, one that shaped me into what I am: a vengeful demon that would not
rest until Frieza was dead.

But alas, that
which one craves can never be. It cannot be given, only be taken by force and
strength; two of the things I was lacking when the time came for redemption. I
have failed my race, my father, myself. I�m overwrought with disgust so much so
that I wonder why I continue to allow myself the next breath.

Honor dictates me
and I will not shame myself anymore than I already have. I am not cowardly, so
finding the easy way out will never be an option. But sometimes I wonder if in
fact my subconscious has another plan for me. I train with vigor and for the
underlying fact to become a Super Saiyajin, to be the strongest. But in my
endeavors I recklessly push myself forward, disregarding my body and its needs.
Am I trying to destroy myself? All I know how to do is that: destroy. Is this
the final blow to my pride? He could not break me but he taught me how to
destroy. Why not myself in the process of trying to do so to others?

These corridors are
lengthier than I can remember as I continue my stroll. I don�t want to leave
this place, I find myself feeling. But I wonder why in this dream I contain the
capacity for introspection. Never have I before. I have only walked these halls
reminiscing about my life on Vegetasei: the times I spent training with my
father, or being in the throne room watching the king address his court, dealing
with dignitaries, and passing judgments. I remember the lengthy hours in my
study, packing away tons upon tons of, what at the time seemed to be, useless
information if it didn�t concern the art of war or the like.

My childhood on
Vegetasei was not wonderful. I can never remember smiling for the pure joy of it
or laughing happily, if there is such a thing. It was harsh, especially my
training. But what I wouldn�t give to still have had that for at least the rest
of my adolescence, rather than the sickening cold embrace of an Ice-jin�s
cruelty. Sometimes I think my father be damned for giving me away like he did.
Such weakness... he could not even stand up to the wretched lizard... well until
it was too late and all the good that did.

Ugh! I don�t want
to think of this anymore. This is supposed to be a nice dream. I should not have
these thoughts swirling in my head. No matter. I see the throne room doors in
the distance as I trudge near. Every time I dream this dream, it ends when I
approach these doors: once it opens I wake. So it does not matter the oddity of
this dream, I shall soon wake up anyway.

Once I�m near
enough, the guards that are posted there open the doors. It reveals a white
light and I proceed into its blinding void, letting it consume me. My eyes open
ready to wake but I find that I�m standing in the middle of the throne room.

What is this?

The huge room is
seemingly empty as I look around. The windows are extensive, from the floor to
the ceiling, letting the sun�s rays pour in. The throne is set up on high, with
a red carpet coming in from the doorway all the way up the steps where the king
and queen would sit. There are tapestries that hang from behind the throne and
around the room, depicting in rich colors momentous battles and the legend of
the Super Saiya-jin. In the corners of the room are statues of great kings of
the past in white marble or rich granite.

As I continue my
inventory of the room I haven�t seen in ages, my eye catches a figure far off in
the distance standing in front of one of the huge windows that overlook the
gardens behind the palace. I cannot see the person distinctly because of the
distance and because of the light shinning in from the windows obscuring my
view. The sound of my boots resounds against the walls as I leave the red carpet
and tread lightly and cautiously upon the shiny marble floor. The fact that this
isn�t part of my usual dream unnerves me but my curiosity of said figure prompts
me to get a better view.

As I inch closer I
begin to see the figure form, that of a female. She is very well endowed in a
light blue gown. Too bad she isn�t facing me so I can get a better look at her.
Then I notice as the rays from the sun taper off more, that her hair is also
blue. Is it the onna? I slow my pace even more. Does she know I�m here? Mere
inches away from her, she turns around and smiles as if she was expecting me. We
stare at each other for a moment and I�m surprised that she still smiles because
I�m scowling so indifferently. I know she hates it when I look this way but I
cannot look otherwise. I�m too apprehensive. This dream isn�t right and she
isn�t supposed to be here.

She extends her
hand to me. I look at it for a moment wondering what she is doing. Then it dawns
on me that she wants me to take it. I�m hesitant to do so. But what could she
possibly do to me? So I accept her offer. She gently pulls me closer to her and
I find myself allowing her that freedom, partly because I am curious as to what
she wants, but also because I want to be close to her. Her eyes are so
bright, deeply blue, shimmering like the ocean with happiness, I suppose. But
why would she be is beyond me. She holds my gloved hand in both of hers and then
pulls it up towards her lips, kissing it gently. I feel heat come to my cheeks
as I realize I wish I did not have my gloves on. But I wonder at the gesture,
for it makes me feel different... warm inside. I know not why.

As she looks me in
the eyes, she lets go of my hand and I raise my other to touch her face. She
lightly touches it and holds it closely to her cheek as she closes her eyes. I
pull her even closer to me, wanting more contact as I wrap my tail around her
waist, pressing her softness to my body. She leans into me and our lips touch.
My hands cup her face and her arms wrap around me. She�s so sweet. Her mouth
parts slightly and I suck on her lower lip. Delicious. I want more. So I deepen
the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She complies and I hear her moan in
her throat. Wanting more of her, my hands roam her form anxiously. Her curves
are so luscious and soft. I want to touch all of her at once. The desire in my
loins and the need to possess her swells within me.

In an instant like
all dreams do, the surroundings change. We�re in my palace bedroom, lying upon
the king size bed and completely naked. Her legs are spread apart as I lay in
between them and I must say I enjoy the view as well as her softness. My hands
traverse her body, caressing her breasts, as I place kisses upon her neck. She
moans in delight and her scent assaults me. I can feel my aching want for her,
so I plunge into her depth. She feels inexplicably wonderful around me. I suck
at her breast, holding her hips to me with my tail. As I move within her,
pleasure filled moans are emitted from her sensual lips. My pace is not slow,
but neither is it too fast. Somewhere in the recesses of my psyche, I take into
consideration her fragile body. Odd. But that does not concern me for long as
she wraps her legs around me and my thrusts become more urgent. Her arms are
gripping my back tightly, but I take them by the wrist and pin them above her
head. Her moans turn to screams as she comes near to release. I am not far from
it myself as I begin to grunt. My eyes are caught by her oceanic ones and as my
thrusts become more powerful, I find myself drowning in desire, an immense want
for her, a need for her to want me in return.

That�s when a knock
resounds on the door and the trance that has locked my eyes with hers is broken.

�Go away!� I yell.
Stupid guards, should know better than to bother me. But the knocking persists
and the onna beneath me starts to yell my name. Not in ecstasy but in
irritation. What the fuck?

My eyes open and I
realize I�m holding my pillow. The faint sounds of the mattress creaking beneath
me come to my attention.

�Vegeta?�

I groan irritably
as the haze of dreaminess completely diminishes into wakefulness. My throbbing
erection aches for fulfillment, as I cease the motion of my hips grinding into
the mattress.

�Vegeta?� comes
that voice again.

�What?!� I yell in
frustration.

�I just wanted to
know if you were hungry...� she says, then curiously she asks, �do you know
what times it is?�

�Kisama! Go away!�

I hear a gasp come
from her, obviously not expecting me to be in a bad mood. �Asshole!� she yells
back and then stomps away.

I bury my head into
my pillow and groan. Whether it is because of the irritation of what I had the
weakness to dream about or because I woke too soon, I cannot tell, as I sulk for
a moment. All I know is that I�m hot and I�m hard and I need release. I roll
over on my back to look up at the ceiling, making an audible groan because of
the friction with my tangled bed sheets.

I squint my eyes to
combat the bright light pouring into my room. I might as well take a cold
shower, if only to extinguish the self-deprecating feelings of having the
weakness of dreaming about her. I wrap my tail around my waist as I stumble out
of bed lethargically, realizing my exertions from yesterday still have quite the
effect on me. I quickly make my way to the bathroom. Once inside, I lock the
door and hastily shed my clothes. I enter the shower, slide the door closed, and
turn on the cold water.

The iciness that sprays my heated body
is extremely discomforting, but I try not to let it bother me as I recall how
much I detest cold showers. Actually I detest most cold things.

�Damn dreams,� I
mutter, resenting how much that onna entices me and the weakness that has led me
to have to endure this torture. If it wasn�t for that lithe body of hers, with
her enchanting endowments...to have her beneath me, writhing with the pleasure I
give her... to be inside that warmth... The ache in my groin pronounces itself
painfully and I try to expel these thoughts from my mind by shutting my eyes and
shaking my head back and forth. Getting irritable when my hair gets in my way, I
growl. But I see her still, realizing that her beautiful body has been forever
branded in my eyes. �Kami!� I whisper. My arousal is so painfully engorged.

�Fuck this shit!� I turn on the hot
water. I haven�t had a good lay in a while. I might as well enjoy a good jerking
off.

I lean my back
against the tiles and grip my hardness, my mind completely devoid of everything
except the titillating images of fucking the onna. As I begin to stroke myself
the tightness in my groin heightens and I hiss at the immediate gratification. I
imagine my hand as her slick, wet pussy, the shower water adding nicely to my
fancy. I increase my pace, moving my hips slightly. My tail winds under the sacs
beneath, rubbing and coiling for dual sensations. The intensity of it makes my
knees go weak but I fight to keep standing. I�m a bit shocked when I start to
hear myself grunt in synch with my increasing strokes. �Ah!� I utter, �hai!� My
eyes are tightly closed as I imagine her beneath me, going in and out of her
warmth. �Hai!� I imagine feeling her hot breath against my neck as she mewls and
pants with her increased passion. The tightness builds more and I know I�m
nearing my release; I imagine that she is as well, grasping on to me and
screaming my name. I don�t think to hold back with the want to intensify my
impending orgasm, rather as I feel myself about to burst, I squeeze and pump
myself roughly, as if it were her inner walls constricting around me. And I let
go with a moaning growl, not letting my strokes cease until I finish coming.

The weakness in my
knees having won over by now, I slide down the tiles to the floor. I try to
catch my breath as I revel in the last vestiges of my orgasm for a few moments.
Then I bow my head, looking at my limp cock and the refuse of my desire, the
water diluting it. My desire for her is not even quelled after my release so I
do not dare to think much of the onna, lest I get hard again. Damn her for
making me want her!

Once my breathing
calms, I stand up and grab the soap and my washcloth. As I scrub myself roughly
I wonder if my stupid weakness will persist. I�m so angry. And I will not lie to
myself but part of my anger is because I only have the onna in my fancies. I
hate that I would even feel the need to want her. It�s more so my confusion. And
granted I could never admit it aloud, but I am confused. Utterly. Part of my
unhinged self, the part that I seem not able to control, especially with these
thoughts�that part feels... there are emotions involved. Why is that? I�ve never
felt this, whatever the hell it is. But these feelings make me hate myself for
not having her, making me feel pathetic. Then of course, aside from that, my
self-deprecation of who I am and why I�ve begun to act contrarily� It�s all
fucking irritating trying to make sense of it all and I don�t believe I have the
patience for it. Kami! I don�t know!

I forcefully turn
off the shower, having rinsed myself fully, and slide the door open. Once I�m
out, I flare my ki to dry off. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.
Tossing my dirty clothes in the hamper, I exit the bathroom.

In my room I
rummage through my dresser drawers that are filled with more clothes than I care
to wear�since Blondy and Onna thought I could do to have a wardrobe fit for a
king. I snort. How ironic.

Once I find a pair
of black spandex shorts and a cotton white tank top, I go to my closet to find
my boots since the sneakers I wore last night are somewhere in the infirmary. I
quickly get dressed. The main thought in my mind is to eat as soon as possible,
and then train myself rampant�having not learned my lesson from yesterday. We
Saiya-jins can be very thickheaded; most of the time it�s just plain
stubbornness and the will to just not give a damn. For me it�s the pleasure of
self-induced pain. Can�t feel livelier than that.

With my boots on, I
look around my room for my gloves. And I can�t find them. I�m never this
disorganized but I suppose this past week has left me disarrayed in more ways
than one. What I pride second to my battle savvy is order and control.
Everything must be in its proper place. I detest disorder, especially of the
mind. And I hate that now my room reflects this.

�Blasted pieces of
shit!� Where the hell are they? I swear they�re probably right in front of me.
They�re fucking white! Every other thing in my room is dark, that�s how I want
it, what I�d told Blondy how I wanted my room to be since she insisted that I
had to have one that reflected my personality. I have no idea what the hell she
was talking about but I told her blue, navy, dark purple, and black.
Occasionally I like white, like for my gloves and boots. It�s nice that way,
especially in battle to have my hands marred in red. Gives the enemy something
to think about.

�Where the fuck are
my gloves?!� I exclaim coming up from looking under my bed. Getting a glance of
my disheveled sheets, I turn up my nose in aversion as to why they are so
muddled, and look towards my nightstand. Of all the places! There they are! I
grab them up quickly and put them on, tugging tightly to snug my every finger
while I stare at the alarm clock.

Twelve fourty-seven.

Did I sleep that
late? Or is the damn thing broken? I walk across the room to look out the
balcony doors at the bright sun that�s high up in the sky. I don�t believe it! I
slept that late! I�ve never slept so late! Well before when I was injured badly
and didn�t have the luxury of being heeled by the regen tank. But this is
ridiculous. I lost half the fucking day!

I put my index
fingers to my temples and massage them in circular motions. I know I�m very
irritable today. �Stop stressing... you can train the whole night if need be.�

So saying to myself
and after taking a deep breath, I force my nerves to calm. It is then that I
sense ki signatures. A few of them. The strongest being two very pure and
youthful ki�s, yet one has an essence of maturity. There is no one else on the
planet, heh, in existence with such disgusting purity in them but the dimwit and
his brat. Not surprising the demi-Saiyajin contains the maturity the
full-blooded lacks. I almost chuckle at the absurdity of that, knowing it to be
true. But ignoring this I hone in on the other ki�s that are of a higher level
than normal human weaklings. Kakkarot�s mate and Baldy. I wonder what they�re
doing here. The onna is also with them and... Blondy and her mate. When did they
come back? Has it been two weeks already?

Growling in
annoyance, I make my way to the door and out into the hallway. It is not that
their presence offends me, rather it is the fact that I hadn�t been aware that
anyone was here except the onna when I woke up. Damn dreams! Leaving me so
possessed by desire. A little over a year ago inattention like that would have
left me prone to danger.�But they all could have recently gotten here, not
necessarily have been before I woke. Bah! The fact that I didn�t sense them when
they came is enough to anger me.

Then it dawns on me
as I stop walking down one of the many winding hallways in attempt to get to the
stairs. If they were here before I woke up they would have sensed my ki when
I... Damn! Incidents like that do raise ki levels and if they are intent on
keeping tabs on me they would be monitoring my ki. Damn my weakness!

I clutch my fist
and continue my stride. What else can go wrong this day? I cannot dwell on this
now. What�s done is done. I should not be ashamed.

As I come to the
top of the stairs I halt and calm the growl that I�m now emitting. Surely
Kakkarot and his brat can hear me by now. I wonder what they are up to though,
so I listen in on whatever sounds that come from their locale.

Not surprising it�s
that onna�s loud voice I hear first. �Oh, come on Krillin,� she says. The sound
of her fingers combing through her hair comes to my attention as she tousles it.
�Gohan kicked your butt, admit it.�

I pick up the sweet
smell of pastries as Cueball responds sarcastically with a �yeah, sure�. I
wonder if there are a lot of sweets? Knowing Kakkarot, there won�t be much
left. Damn baka and his abnormally insatiable appetite!

Speaking of that
simpleton, he starts to laugh. �Come on Bulma, give him a break�it�s
embarrassing for him to have to admit defeat by a kid.�

�Hey Goku, I
thought you were on my side?� Baldy whines.

�Of course I am,
buddy.�

I wonder if the
asswipe knows he just contradicted himself. Baldy realizes and gives a peevish
thanks in response. Kakkarot can be positively ignominious and this is no
exception.

Then there�s that
laughter that only a child can have. �Krillin, next time I won�t be so hard on
you.� That demi-Saiyajin has such a sickening blissful voice, I swear I want to
strangle him. I turn up my nose in disgust, wondering if I ever sounded so when
I was a brat.

Now everyone is
laughing. Kakkarot�s guffaw is the loudest. I�ve heard maniacal laughter, snide
laughter, downright goofy giggling, but never have I heard laughter that
annoying. So boisterous. Has the man no sense? Does he not know how to rein in
his impulses? For Kami�s sake I�d be abashed to let myself go like that. I can
even hear the thud when he falls out of his seat and the rustling of his gi as
he rolls on the floor. Am I missing something? It wasn�t that funny.

Not caring anymore,
since nothing they are talking about is of any relevance to me, except for the
fact that the demi-Saiyajin is getting stronger, I descend from on high down the
stairs as quietly as possible. With a disgusted frown on my face, I know no one
will dare bother me, if by chance they have the gall to look my way. With the
smell of pastries in the air, knowing that it is not only in the living room
where the morons are congregated but also in the kitchen, I head that way.

�Oh! Look who
finally decided to wake up!� comes the high pitched voice of blonde onna that
dismayingly stops me in my tracks at the sheer embarrassment that it incites.
Why? Why did she have to say that as if I have a habit of sleeping late?
Kakkarot probably finds it amusing that I�m being so slothful. I stifle a
painful groan. Why the hell did she have to say anything? And why didn�t I
anticipate that she�d be too stupid to realize I�m in no mood for verbose
pleasantries. I mentally snort. Like I ever am.

�Hi, Vegeta-chan!�

I turn to look at
her, seeing all eyes on me as she gets up and advances towards me. With a speed
I didn�t know she had, but anticipating the movements beforehand, she throws
herself at me, squealing and giggling about how much she missed me and shit. I
swear to Kami I feel like killing myself as heat slowly creeps its way to my
cheeks. It�s awkward enough that she treats me this way. No one ever had the
guts or is dumb enough to. But it�s downright embarrassing when she does this in
front of Kakkarot or other warriors for that matter. Damn her stupidity! If she
had half the brains Kakkarot has�and that�s saying a lot�she�d know my person is
off limits to everyone and anything.

Someone gasps. I
look towards the sound to see Kakkarot�s mate staring my way but not looking
directly at me. What is her problem? I try shifting my gaze around myself but
with Blondy clinging to me my line of sight is restricted.

�Vegeta has his
tail back!� the harpy screams.

Blondy pulls away from me to eye my
appendage. Everyone fixes on to where her gaze is, save for Onna and Kakkarot
who already know. I on the other hand glare at the dark haired wench for being
so retarded and cross my arms over my chest as if to say, �so? What is it to
you?�

Kakkarot takes this
opportunity to put his half-pence in. �Yeah, didn�t you know? It grew back when
he and I were sparring almost two weeks ago.�

�And you let him
keep it?� his mate asks in surprise and reproach.

I grit my teeth and
fume at the shit that just spewed from her mouth. This is my fucking tail she�s
talking about! The stupid bitch! How dare she! As if Kakkarot could ever! The
utter lunacy of her statement makes my blood boil. In a determined attempt to
brandish her for the insult, I open my mouth to speak but am cut off by the Onna:

�Chichi,� she says
as if reprimanding a child, �you can�t be serious? It�s his tail for Kami�s
sake!�

The harpy looks at Onna with offense
and incredulity. �But he can transform into a big giant ape and go on a rampage
and kill us all!�

I wrap my tail
tightly around my waist as unbidden thoughts of not having it again come to
mind.

Onna sputters
derisively. �Honestly! There is no moon to speak of and even if there was,
Vegeta wouldn�t do that anyway. He has more important things to concern himself
with like his training.�

�He doesn�t need
the moon to transform, Bulma! He can make one of those fake moon things!�

�Chichi,� Kakkarot
interjects in a calm yet cheery voice, a noticeable contrast to his mate�s
hysterics, �if Vegeta wanted to kill anyone, he could have done it while I was
away on Yardratsei. He hasn�t killed anyone since his stay here on earth so why
bother him about it?� His tone towards the end of his speech is almost tired as
if he�s talked to his mate about a similar thing before, yet his veneer is still
cheerful.

Harpy closes her
eyes and crosses her arms, seething in her obstinacy. �Goku, that is not the
point,� she says calmly.

�What is the point
then?� I ask, glowering in irritation, my gaze unrelenting upon her. She opens
her eyes and they lock with mine in malice. �Listen here, Wench of Kakkarot,� I
do not even care to hear her answer, �There shall be no debate about my tail. It
is apart of me and will forever be. If you do not like it then go fuck yourself.
I doubt you�d like it if someone pulled out your vocal cords just because the
sheer volume of your screeching is discomforting. Just because my tail allows me
to transform into my Oozaru form is not reason for anyone to cut it off.
Besides, unlike your mate and half-breed son, I know how to control my Oozaru
form. So if I want to go on a rampage and kill people I won�t need to transform
at all.� I release one of my arms from across my chest and open my palm before
me, facing it up as I form a small ki ball. �Do I need to give you a visual aid
to grasp that? Or are you smart enough to comprehend?�

The harpy�s eyes
widen and she looks towards her mate, perhaps hoping he�d interject and stop me.
The demi-Saiyajin and Baldy tense up in defense. The doctor cringes in his seat,
Kitty on his shoulder oblivious to any harm just stares at the glowing ball. And
Blondy takes a step back from me. Kakkarot isn�t at all fazed, knowing that a
murderous Saiya-jin such as myself wouldn�t dare harm his mate or anyone else at
this gathering. He is right to be unfazed, but not because of any presumption
that I won�t go through with this lesson.

I hear a growl to
the left of me. My glare is still hooked on the harpy with the promise of
damnation, but I can see the Onna from my peripheral vision, gritting her teeth
and balling one dainty hand. �Well are you happy now, Chichi?� she grates out.

�Excuse me?� the
harpy exclaims, confounded.

�Wanting to cut off
Vegeta�s tail is like challenging him for battle.�

The harpy gasps, seeing the danger her
mouth has gotten her into.

�And I�m sure you
don�t want to do that!�

Harpy looks at her
mate. Kakkarot glances at her sharply than back at me. A blush comes to harpy�s
cheeks as she realizes her stupidity and her mate�s disapproval, and slowly
looks at me with new eyes. Although, after a moment of comprehension, she
crosses her arms with gross indignation and close her eyes. �Fine! Forget I said
anything.�

Onna then turns
away from harpy and looks at me, calming her disposition. A reluctant smile tugs
at her lips as if asking pardon. �Humph,� I utter as I diffuse the ki ball and
cross my arm. Onna then smiles so brightly my anger calms. Her beautiful face is
like d�j� vu from my dream. I shake off the thought as Blondy starts to yap and
giggle, taking hold of my right arm.

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

The laughter and
light discourse filling the room is a welcome contrast from the tension it was
laced with mere moments ago. Goku�s easygoing attitude and attempt at a quick
subject change helped assuage tempers and lighted the mood. Everyone seems happy
and quite relieved to forget about Vegeta�s threat for more positive and
cheerful topics.

Sometimes I really
want to smack some sense into Chichi. Though she is a good friend of mine, her
canting obnoxiousness can truly grate on the nerves. A major confrontation could
have erupted instead of affability, if it were not for my cleverness and quick
thinking and Goku�s exuberance. Once I saw Vegeta forming that ki ball in his
hand, I knew I had to nip this in the butt. And when I saw his tail thrashing
wildly behind him, it reinforced my belief that he was indeed very angry at the
idea of having it cut off...again. And I could sympathize with that. It was sort
of strange though that Son-kun didn�t make any motion to stop Vegeta. He knows
the surly Saiyan enough to realize that he wasn�t joking at all. Perhaps he too
realizes that when dealing with Vegeta one must be tactful; and confronting the
prince or threatening him so openly as to wound his pride would not be it.

So I am glad I had
the foresight to enlighten Chichi�s absurdity rather than yell at Vegeta for his
reprehensible reaction. She�ll understand soon enough that it is better this
way.

Mom now attempts to
usher Vegeta over to sit next to me and Son Kun. At first he resists her pull
but she does not seem to want any of that. He only relents after she promises to
give him lots of pastries. Conversation again commences as everyone calms down
from their giddiness, Goku and Krillin being the forerunners of that. Mom passes
me a few plates and I set them down in front of the ravenous Saiyan. As I watch
Vegeta dig in, I lean my elbow on the table and rest my head in the palm of my
hand, facing him.

�So Vegeta,� I say,
noticing that no one is paying us any attention, �did-ja sleep well?�

He suddenly
stiffens, ceasing the procession of a pastry cake to its doom. He slowly turns
to look at me, narrowing his eyes. I do not expect him to tell me something
pleasant about having a wonderful night�s sleep, but I do not expect him to
glare at me suspiciously either. �What the hell do you care?� is his growling
remark.

Did I miss
something here? Why the sudden mood change? He was just a moment ago graciously
accepting my apologies for Chichi�s slurs and now he looks positively livid that
I�d ask such a horribly offensive thing as to how he slept last night! I am a
bit confused.

�Just wanted to
know if you rested well after beating yourself senseless yesterday.� He turns
away without a comment and continues to eat. �Well I would hope so considering
that you slept till noon,� I mutter. I hate it when people ignore me. But I
guess everyone does.

Still not looking
at me he says, �Don�t concern yourself with my sleeping habits�it�s none of your
business.�

I lean in closer to
him and whisper: �If it makes you feel better,� and now he looks at me, �you can
ask me the same thing.� And I wink at him.

He moves away from
me a fraction of an inch but I notice. Giving me a good appraisal, he then takes
my example and whispers to me, inching closer, �You and I are different that
way.�

�Really? How so?� I
don�t know why I�m still whispering to him or why I even started to.

�Where as you
care... I don�t.�

I feel something
downy brush my thigh and look down at his tail. I think someone is getting a
little too friendly with someone who he gives a rat�s ass about, eh? He growls
angrily as he pulls it away.

�Obviously,� I say smugly.

�You make me sick,
you know that!� He�s no longer whispering but hardly raises his voice.

�Oh? And you
don�t?� I respond in kind.

�Hey Vegeta,� Goku
says, �You wanna spar after you finish eating? Krillin and Gohan want to. We�ve
decided to divide into teams.�

Vegeta looks at him
evenly for a moment. �Why not?�

�Great, you�re
paired with Gohan!� he says excitedly. �Oh boy! That means you�ve gotta watch
out, Krillin!�

Krillin looks at
Vegeta then at Gohan and laughs nervously. Maybe Gohan should team up with his
father. Knowing Vegeta he�ll assume Krillin is a punching bag. At least I know
Gohan can take a lot more than Krillin can from what I�ve seen of this morning�s
match.

�You�ve got my
back, right?� Krillin asks.

�Sure, buddy.�

Poor Krillin. He
doesn�t seem too confident in Goku�s affirmation. I can tell he must be asking
himself why he allowed himself to get involved in a sparing match with three
Saiyans.

Mom pours Chichi
another cup of iced tea as she regales us with the amenities of London
sightseeing. We sit around the circular table on the patio as the heat of the
day is partly shaded from us by the umbrella propped on top. I sit with my legs
cross as Chichi humors the garrulous blonde by asking questions and laughing at
the many things that my mom finds funny. Daddy�s sitting across from me,
agreeing and putting in his bit whenever prompted. In the distance, over head
and below, the little explosive sounds of ki blasts and hand to hand combat
litters Capsule Corp.�s background.

�We had a nice
little outing at Trafalgar Square,� mom says. �London is so much nicer in the
summer so it was pretty warm. I was so glad to finally have some time alone with
Hadagi here,� she winks at dad, �away from meetings and silly things like that.
So it was really nice and we took some pictures. The CEO of Cyber Sonic Co. and
his wife, Cheery, joined us. When Hadagi was busy with his meetings, Cherry and
I would go shopping. She showed me all the nicest places around Piccadilly
Circus and all. You know I shopped so much.�

�I can imagine,� I
say.

�Oh, and I found
the loveliest confectionery. I wonder if you heard about it. Godiva? Well you
know how much Vegeta loves chocolate, Bulma? I bought him so much, now he won�t
be so irritable around the house, hehehe.�

�That�s great,� I
comment dryly. Let�s just see how much that�ll change Veghead�s surliness.

�But I have plenty,
so if you�d want to take some for you, Goku, and Gohan,� mom says to Chichi with
a yawn, �just tell me.�

�Oh how thoughtful
of you,� Chichi says. �My boys would just love that.�

�Tee-hee,� mom
giggles. Then she yawns again.

�Goodness mom,� I
say. �You talked yourself to exhaustion.�

Chichi giggles
along with my mother and father. �I think it�s jetlag. Perhaps you two should
retire... have a nice long nap.�

�I guess so,� mom
agrees. �We did get in pretty early, even though we spent most of the flight
sleeping.�

�Come on then,� dad
says as he gets up and takes my mom�s hand.

�I�ll see you all
later today then.�

�Sure.�

Chichi and I watch
as they go inside. �Oh wow, your mother sure can talk a lot when she wants to.�

I laugh. �Yeah, she
sure can.�

Chichi offers a
strained smile and takes a sip of her iced tea. My happy demeanor falters and I
turn towards the commotion of sparing Saiyans and a hapless monk.

�Listen, Chichi,� I
say as I watch Vegeta land a punch across Krillin�s face; Goku tries to bat his
rival off his friend but only succeeds in getting kicked in the stomach by his
son. �I didn�t mean to get on you back there. It�s just that when Vegeta gets
angry usually it�s not good. You should know that he hasn�t and will not kill
anyone as long as he�s promised to help us against the androids. But it doesn�t
help any to pull on his already thin nerves.�

Her voice is cool
and resentful: �He tried to kill my husband. He�s killed your boyfriend. Help
kill our friends��

�Piccolo terrorized
us for ten years. You let him train with your son.�

�Piccolo is a
different case.�

�Listen, the Z
fighters have accepted him into the fold. Vegeta has a lot of blood on his hands
but if he�s willing to work with us, why are you so intent on making that
difficult?�

�I hate that Saiyan,
Bulma. No matter what you say, it won�t change anything.�

�I�m not telling
you to love him!� My nerves are so on edge with her self-righteousness! She�s
always this way. About many things. Anything that doesn�t suit her perfect, prim
lifestyle. Such as fighting to save the world which takes her husband and son
away from home to train a lot or go off in space. And granted we both have
serious reasons why not to like Vegeta, but if by chance he�s willing to change
his ways why make it hard for him.

�All I�m saying is
that you shouldn�t needlessly provoke him. He�s unstable when it comes to his
temper. If you wonder why Goku didn�t jump up in front of him and make him
relent it was because he knows that when dealing with Vegeta, you must be
careful.�

Chichi crosses her
arms and looks away from me.

I sigh. She�s being
so stubborn! I know it and I know she knows it too. �You really exasperate me,
you know that?�

She doesn�t say
anything as she watches the sparing match. �I�m not an idiot,� she finally says.
�I won�t ever accept him, I think. But I see that you have had to... deal with
him since he lives with you. I neither have the pleasure nor the patience to. I
won�t bother him, okay? I see that I shouldn�t. It just hurts that my Goku
didn�t even stand up for me.�

�Chichi,� I say
sympathetically. �He knows Vegeta pretty well. He knew it wouldn�t help.�

�Did you see the
way he looked at me?�

I know she�s
talking about her husband. �Yeah, you did sort of piss him off,� I say with a
slight laugh to lighten her mood.

�Oh shut up!� she
says through her laughter. I can see her eyes sparkle with the want to cry. Goku
never reprimands her in public. But this was serious. He had to slight her so
she�d know. �I know my Goku is too damn nice for his own good.�

�Yeah, he is,� I
agree. �He love you lots. He wants to make sure Vegeta will never be a threat to
you or any of us... or to himself. That�s why he wasn�t so hasty. It�s enough
that Vegeta hates his guts. Could you image how much more he would hate him if
every time someone messes with him, Son-kun steps up to challenge his pride,
knowing full well that Vegeta has no hope of beating him? We don�t need that
type of enemy.�

Chichi looks at me
for a moment but doesn�t say anything.

�Vegeta is very
strong. Can you image having him as an ally? It would really help us out. Goku
realizes this... but his reason for being nice to him is more selfless.�

�Yeah,� she says
smiling more. �I guess if I can�t get along with that Saiyan, I can at least
steer clear of him.�

�Good! �Cause I
don�t want to have to break up anymore fights between you two!�

She laughs again.
�Whatever.�

And we continue to
watch the sparring match.

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

Author�s
Note: Hadagi is the name I�m
giving to Dr. Briefs; it�s Japanese for underwear ^_^ So his name is Underwear
Briefs. Cool, huh?
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Chapter 10: Only in My Dreams

Chapter 10: Only in
My Dreams