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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
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Special Thanks: to RM for beta-ing.

Chapter 12: Getting Wet and Wild

�Had
enough fun with Chichi?�

�Hehe�yeah,� Goku says bashfully but with a huge grin plastered on his face.

�Hn�I
bet,� I say walking over to him.

�Bulma,�
Chichi calls as she bursts into the kitchen still flush-faced, �I don�t know if
you want to but I don�t mind cooking.�

�Great,�
I say, �I don�t mind either.� I know I�m not that much of a cook so it�s not
like I�m intending on cooking anything complex. I can just do basic stuff like
make plain white rice or chop vegetables or boil water. ��But you know, you�ll
be doing most of the work. Vegeta would kill me if he knew I was cooking.� I
giggle a little bit. Not really knowing the type of relationship Vegeta and I
have, they just offer smiles.

�I bet he
would,� Chichi says tightly through her grin.

�Well,
I�ll be outside with the guys,� Goku informs, dismissing himself. �You two hurry
up, alright? I�ll be starving soon.�

�Whatever,� I say, pushing him out the door, his arms flailing. �It will take us
a while so you�ll be patient.� And I close it behind him.

�I�m
going to wash up a bit,� Chichi says as she looks at her slightly grimy hands
and vainly wipes them together to get rid of the dirt. �I�ll be right back.�

�Okay,� I
say and watch her leave.

I go over
to the table and sit down with a sigh, still tingling from my petting session
with Vegeta.

Wow. I
can�t believe that happened. I mean I can. I�m just shocked I guess. I put my
hands on my still heated cheeks, though my blush is not as bad as it had been.

So I
guess Vegeta really does like me. He wouldn�t try twice if he didn�t, right? He
wouldn�t have said those things either. Oh man! This is just crazy! And I
thought I�d be glad to get another kiss from him. It was even more wonderful
than the last; especially with the way he was touching me, so gently yet
impassioned. Too bad he had that injury. Well�maybe not. If I hadn�t pulled away
when I did, Krillin would have caught us red-handed. I could just imagine the
look he�d give us. And Vegeta would probably have blasted him for really
interrupting. I laugh slightly at that. But the thought that K-man saw Vegeta�s
tail wrapped around my leg unnerves me and my laughter halts. I know he probably
won�t think much of it but even for him the alarm must have gone off.

�Kami��

What am I
going to do now? Things between Vegeta and I have now officially changed.
Whether I like it or not, things cannot go back to where they have been. Too
much has been said and admitted. He fucking said he wanted me! It wasn�t just a
simple kiss that can easily be forgotten either. He wanted to know if Yamcha was
all that I wanted. That is not the query of a guy who just wants some fun and
nothing more. He was so serious. Kami! This is Vegeta! I can�t just talk and
joke around with him like we�re friends. It�s obvious he wants something more�
and it�s more obvious now as to why he denounced my claim of friendship last
night.

I sigh.
And what about Yamcha�? Before I can think much about him, I hear Chichi coming
into the room.

�Hey
girl,� she says with a bright smile. I look up at her but I suppose something in
my expression is amiss for she eyes me curiously. �What�s got you looking so
troubled?�

�Nothing�just thinking.�

�Anything
important?�

�Not
really,� I dismiss. I jump up from my seat and smack my hands together as a
broad smile breaks out on my face. �Let�s get cracking!�

�Someone�s excited,� she states but with dubiousness, perhaps disconcerted by my
abrupt mood change.

�I have
reason to be but I�ll tell you that once we get started.�

Chichi
nods and goes over to the refrigerator, checking out the assortment of food
inside.

I lean
against the counter. �The meat�s at the bottom. I just ordered food this
morning.� Unlike a normal household, being that I have a Saiyan to look after,
it�s not really possible for me to do the actual shopping. Rather, it�s more
convenient to order huge supplies of food every week. So early in the morning,
right before my parents got in the food came.

�Last
night when I got a call from mom that they were heading back I was so ecstatic.
I love ordering out like the next guy but nothing beats a home cooked meal, ne?�

She
laughs in agreement as she piles the meat onto the counter and then gets out the
fresh vegetables and other foods. I get out the pots and pans, some from the
rack hanging over the island counter. Then I take the vegetables in a strainer
and wash them under cold water.

�You know
you�ll be chopping those up?�

�Of
course,� I say.

�Also
peel those potatoes,� she points to the sack on the end of the counter. �I�ll
take care of the onions.�

�Great
�cause I don�t feel like crying today.�

She
directs me to do a couple of other things while she tends to the meat and other
complexities. A comforting silence envelops us as we do our respective tasks.
But it�s only a few minutes later when Chichi speaks again.

�You
know, you haven�t once spoken about Yamcha today.�

I look up
at her from what I�m doing, curious about her expression, but her back is
towards me since I�m at the island counter and she is over at the sink near the
window. I turn back to what I�m doing. �What could there possibly be to speak
about?� I say bitterly.

�Oh� so
you and him aren�t on speaking terms,� she quips knowingly.

�I�m on
better speaking terms with Vegeta.� I slice into a carrot violently.

�No
joke?�

�Absolutely not!�

�So what
is it this time?� she drawls.

�Don�t
take that bored tone with me, missy! Just because we always seem to be at odds
with each other here and there doesn�t mean�� I trail off suddenly confused as
to why I�m defending what Yamcha and I have or�what we don�t have� I sigh and
take up a disenchanted tone of voice. �Chichi�he accused me of cheating on him.�

�What?!�
She spins around with teary wide eyes�I suspect from the onions. �That sorry
bastard has got some nerve!�

It�s nice
to know Chichi thinks that I�m not over-reacting at least. �Obviously�and you
know, last night I had the nerve to defend our �love�.� And I hold up my fingers
and make quotation gestures as I say love, still with a small knife in my hand.

She
stares, wiping her eyes. �What?�

�Last
night I told Vegeta about what happened��

�Really?�
she interjects incredulously.

�Yeah.
Recently I�ve been telling Vegeta about what�s been going on between Yamcha and
me. He thinks Yamcha is beneath me and that I deserve better. But stupid me told
him that since we�re in love then that was all that mattered�perhaps not in
those exact words but thereabouts. Vegeta can�t stand Yamcha and every chance he
gets he degrades him. So he was pretty pissed that I defended him, especially
after what Yamcha just accused me of.�

�I can
imagine why�� she whispers as the sound of sizzling onions fill the room. �But
then again he can�t stand anyone.�

�Correction, anyone but me,� I say, somewhat proud of the fact. �But yeah, I
thought once that it was why he hated Yamcha. But now I�m beginning to
reconsider that assumption.�

She
appears undecided for a moment but then resigns with a sigh and says, �Well, I
have to admit, Bulma, Vegeta is right about two things. Yamcha isn�t good for
you and you do deserve better.�

I gape at
Chichi. I thought she of all people would not think that. But she is more
sensible than I sometimes give her credit for, since on many occasions I have
gone to her with a broken heart seeking comfort. It�s shocking nonetheless, more
so that she�d admit that to me, and it hurts really because I know she is right.

Yamcha
and I haven�t been connecting ever since he got wished back. I guess I�ve been
trying to deny it for the longest time. But it�s so eerily obvious especially
since yesterday. But damn! I�ve been trying so hard to make it work! It really
angers me to think it�s all for naught.

�So why
was Yamcha stupid enough to accuse you of cheating?�

I take a
potato in my hand, sitting on one of the stools, and begin to peel it. �Remember
I told you I went to a club with Krillin.�

�Yeah.�
She stirs chunks of beef into the frying pan with the onions.

�And that
I met that guy, Liam.�

�Don�t
tell me you saw him recently?�

�Out
shopping with Yamcha yesterday, Liam popped out of nowhere and said hi.�

�You�re
kidding.� I shake my head no. �Okay�and then what?�

�He
mentioned something about me not calling him. Yamcha totally freaked. Liam told
him that he didn�t know I had a boyfriend.�

�Bulma��
she reprimands in a motherly way.

�Hey! It
was not like I was going to call him anyway! That night was just for Krillin and
me to get our minds off of our pathetic partners or ex. I was angry and getting
that guy�s number was like, if Yamcha pisses me off again, I�ll dump him and try
this other guy out. Once Yamcha apologized the day after, Liam was forgotten.
It�s not my fault Yamcha�s too stupid to realize what he has considering he
doesn�t deserve a faithful girlfriend like me after all the shit he�s put me
through! But he�s so damn selfish and thickheaded to even think about that! The
ass! Even Vegeta knows better!�

�Okay,
okay, Bulma-chan,� she says calmly in an attempt to assuage my growing temper,
�I know you�d never do anything.�

�Damn
straight!� But what are you doing with Vegeta? The thought is unbidden
and upsets me, so I shove it from my mind.

�Wait�how
would Vegeta know better?�

The
unexpected question stumps me but only for a second. �Haven�t you been listening
to me at all today? Vegeta and I are friends.�

�I hear
you but I�m not getting it,� she bites her lip and smiles. I know I look
positively dopey staring at her dumbly but does she have to laugh to confirm
this?

�Anyway,
if you must know, I�m seriously rethinking what Yamcha and I have.� I know I
can�t be forgiven for what�s going on between Vegeta and me. A part of me
doesn�t want forgiveness because it wants what occurred with the prince to
continue�out of curiosity and something else. But still I am uncertain. Is it
worth it to destroy whatever Yamcha and I have? The simple fact that Yamcha can
make such an accusation without any real provocation angers me to no end;
regardless if Vegeta and I shared a kiss prior to that. And I am a bit surprised
at myself with how I simply canceled that out last night like what he said was
not bad in retrospect. But it is! So fucking what if I met a guy at a club? It�s
his fault I wanted to forget about his sorry ass in the first place! Besides he
meets girls all the time he has a games, PR promotions, and photo shoots. Does
this mean he�s sleeping with every pretty young fan that asks him for his
autograph? It would seem I trust him enough, why can�t he trust me? I put up way
too much with that man.

But all
this thinking begs the question: what is it that I really want? Is the prospect
of marriage with Yamcha realistic�is it more realistic, the idea of being with
Vegeta? Yamcha doesn�t even trust me! And if there is no trust in a relationship
in spite of love there will be major problems. Nevertheless a nagging feeling in
the back of my mind tells me I�m just trying to justify myself for allowing
Vegeta to get so close with me. But am I?

I
mentally sigh.

I�m not
going to think about this anymore. I�ll deal with it when the time comes. Right
now I just want to enjoy the rest of the day.

�If
you�re still wondering what�d gotten me so excited earlier, Chichi,� I say
pausing in my potato peeling as the sudden idea comes back to me, �I was
thinking it would be a good idea to take a swim in the pool later.�

She looks
up at me from what she is doing. �Yeah, that sounds great. I�m sure the boys
would love it.�

I grin
mischievously. �Yeah�and I was thinking it�d also be cool to��

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

This
sparring session is much better than the last. Going against Kakkarot and the
demi-Saiyajin is more of a challenge than that of Cueball and Braindead
together. However, it isn�t the best, just sufficient.

I think
there is a pattern here. I don�t believe I�ll ever really be satisfied in
sparring with anyone other than Kakkarot alone. But it is sort of ironic that it
would be so, since I can�t stand the buffoon and frustration is usually all I
feel afterwards. I have to admit that no one else can truly challenge me like he
can; a thought that more than riles�it pisses me off!

Back to
my original thought, this match is better than the last and that is mainly due
to my opposition nicely packaged as Kakkarot�s whelp. Knowing the potential the
brat wields, it�s not surprising when he begins to show more prowess than he had
earlier. It is invigorating trading blows with him, knowing that he will not let
up one bit, that he is doing better than his father by not wanting to
condescend�if he could ever with me.

With
Baldy now exhibiting weakness by contrast, still the brat doesn�t let up on him
either, forcing him to either get tougher or become painfully incapacitated. And
it is somewhat startling that Cueball is actually taking up the challenge and
faring well. Although he is getting himself knocked around, he keeps getting
back up and doing his own brand of damage.

I hope
Kakkarot comprehends this. No more will I tolerate his shit.

But alas,
our match comes to an abrupt end in the late afternoon as the Raven Harpy calls
us to the terrace. All our stomachs growl simultaneously to the dinner call save
Baldy�s. I knew I was hungry but being used to going without food because of
battle, I did not see the need to sate myself just yet. I am surprised that
Third Class didn�t whine at all during our match, but the thought is fleeting as
we all race up to the terrace.

Briefs
and his vacuous wife are sitting down as we get there but I could care less of
the company as I take in the tantalizing spread. Every inch of the table is
filled with mouth-watering food. Succulent steak, barbecued ribs, shish-kabobs,
chicken low mein, egg rolls�mental note: snag the egg rolls before Kakkarot can
get them�and the list goes on. I catch myself before it�s obvious that I�m
staring, just as Bulma walks in. She glances my way tentatively then looks at
Harpy, the Raven Banshee, who smiles at her. I sit down next to the
demi-Saiyajin trying to avoid looking obvious, if anyone cares to watch, but my
appreciative gaze trails over to Onna more than once.

I think
I�d rather have her than the food�

In an
attempt to sate the Insatiable, the dimwitted Saiyajin reaches out to grab a
huge roast but is thwarted by Harpy, who smacks his hand with a wooden spoon. Of
course the baka frowns pitifully and utters an �ow� as if he has never felt pain
before. What an asswipe!

�Oh no
you don�t!� she says. �Us humans get first dibs since you Saiyan have no inkling
of courtesy.�

�Thank
goodness,� Baldy puts his two cents in, �I thought I was going to starve.� None
of us Saiyajin find that funny as we glare at the laughing, racist humans,
albeit Kakkarot and his whelp do so less viciously.

Once they
finish filling their plates, we dig in. I have not forgotten how wonderfully
Kakkarot�s wench cooks, and I have missed it despite the fact that I hate the
banshee, and I wish to savor it all. So I take my time eating instead of downing
it quickly as I usually do. I pull it off for a minute or two but my stomach
protests vengefully so I decide to quicken my pace.

Soon the
table is filled with chatter between Blondy, Onna, and Harpy whose giddiness and
enthusiasm about whatever the hell they are talking about blurs into a flurry of
yapping that not even my keen Saiyajin ears can decipher or even care to do.

�Hey
dad,� the demi-Saiyajin pipes up, making sure to swallow his food before he
speaks, being that he�s conscious of his mother�s presence. �Who do you think
might have won our match?�

�I don�t
know�Krillin was really going at it and you were really great, too.� He gulps
down a bowl of noodles not skipping a beat as he continues to speak. �But like I
said before, Vegeta would win with either of you guys.� And he nudges me with
his elbow for acquiescence with a big stupid grin plastered on his face.

I really
do not know what Kakkarot is up to. Is the bakayaro trying to mock me? My
uncertainty only pisses me off so I elbow him back none too gently in his side.
He yelps and chokes up on his food. I almost laugh out loud.

�You
okay, Goku?� Baldy asks, having only looked up from his food at the sudden
noise.

A wicked
grin tugs at the corner of my lips as Kakkarot coughs some more.

�Oh Goku,
this is what you get for inhaling your food,� Harpy says, obviously her mate
having caught her attention. The women comment derisively among themselves about
Saiyajin and our abnormal eating habits.

�I�m
fine,� Kakkarot says in answer to Baldy�s query, straining his words and bravely
ignoring the Raven Banshee. �I think I just choked because of a shrimp.�
And he attempts to glare at me while clearing his throat.

�Fuck
you,� I mouth soundlessly as Baldy and the brat stare obliviously at the
dimwitted Saiyajin.

�Are you
sure you�re okay?� the cueball persists.

�Yep,
just great.�

The brat
looks at me for an explanation but then not receiving one he looks at his
father. I�m not sure if he is clueless but it doesn�t matter, as he apparently
is only interested in one thing. �I guess we can finish our match after dinner,
ne?�

That
guileless smile mauls the nitwit�s features again as he returns, �Sure, Gohan.�

The fact
that the baka can become so jolly within mere seconds besets me to no end. So in
an attempt to provoke his ire I comment with, �What about your taskmaster?
Wouldn�t she have a say in this?�

Cueball�s
endeavor to not snicker is quite funny but it�s no laughing matter to see the
confounded expression upon the idiot�s face as he tilts his head to the right
ever so slightly and blinks twice. It is a lot of fun to piss people off but the
point of doing so to a person who doesn�t have wit enough to grasp the slur is
infuriating.

�My
what?�

�That
thing that you mated?�

No matter
how stupid he is, the term is not lost on him since in the past I have mentioned
and explained to him what a mate is. It took ten minutes of my precious time to
get through to him on that, and it was only because I was trying to insult him.
Why do I bother? So in the future the punch line will not be lost on him. And I
am rewarded immensely as his eyes glaze over sharply and his lips form into a
slight sneer. However, such a phenomenon vanishes an instant after it appears.

Dammit! I
almost had him!

�Anyone
want seconds?� Blondy asks.

Harpy and
Onna are still deep in conversation, which now includes her father. But at the
sound of the blonde�s voice, Onna looks towards us. �Do you even have to ask?�
she says, appraising our empty plates, or soon to be once I polish off the rest
of the egg rolls, which I have been saving for last.

Blondy
giggles. �Come on Bulma-chan, help me get some more.�

�I�ll
help too,� Harpy offers.

The three
women get up and gather as many empty dishes as possible. During the whole time
Onna doesn�t even once glance at me. I try not to think too much on it but it
does unnerve me. As they head for the kitchen I watch her depart until her form
disappears behind the doorway.

I
mentally shake myself from the spell my onna has cast on me. There will be time
later to get her attention.

I turn
back to the plate with my egg rolls, hoping it will at least make me feel
better, only to see a lone roll amidst crumbs. Hadn�t there been a dozen? I turn
to Kakkarot whose cheeks are puffed out in an attempt to swallow what seem to be
four simultaneously, with hands holding three.

�You
ass!�

�What?�
comes his muffled reply.

�You knew
I was going to eat those!�

He
swallows. �Maybe next time you�ll want to be a little faster�� he says, bearing
his fangs in a toothy grin. The affront isn�t lost on me even before he
continues. �And maybe you�d think twice about calling my wife a thing.� And he
puts another egg roll in his mouth.

�And
maybe you can go fuck yourself!�

�Damn,
Vegeta, they�re just egg rolls.�

�Yeah?
And she�s just a thing!�

Kakkarot
quickly swallows the rest as his eyes narrow and a sneer tightens his feature.
�You had better watch it, Vegeta,� he says telepathically, his eyes
leveling with mine.

�Or
what?�
I growl, responding in kind.

�Or
we�ll have it out.�

Ah� so he
is Saiyajin after all. �What makes you think I wouldn�t want that?�

�What
the fuck is wrong with you, Vegeta? Why can�t you just chill for once, huh? Why
must you always do this?�

�Because it�s fun you asshole. Hn, you call yourself a warrior, yet you�re so
damn passive and sensitive. What the fuck should it matter if I call your mate a
thing or a bitch or kr�warshi?�
I know the last one he would not understand since it�s in Saiyano. Funny thing,
it isn�t even a curse or a derogatory term. But it is fun to get under his skin
like this and make him edgy like me.

�You
had better stop. I know you don�t want this.�

How the
fuck would he know what I want or don�t want? �Fuck you, Kakkarot! You make
me sick! You�re such a human!�

�No,
I�m not��

�Yes,
you are! You�re a fucking douche-bag! And your mate is the most annoying bitch
I�ve ever met!�

I can
hear him growl telepathically and feel him struggle with his anger. Not so
peaceful and loving anymore, are you Kakkarot? That�s what you get for all the
shit you said.

I know
how sacred we Saiyajin hold our mates so it would be effectively provoking on my
part to insult her so. And no amount of honor that I have to the contrary makes
me care on overstepping boundaries. Since the ass has been ranting about me
being able to win against him with either Gohan or Baldy I won�t settle for
anything less. He has to be mocking me, I am sure of it. And I cannot take that
lightly.

�Here you
go, guys,� the voice of Bulma snaps Kakkarot and me out of our supposed glaring
match. I look at my onna and she smiles sweetly at me. I begrudgingly notice
it�s effectively curbing my perturbation. And it does help that she places a
plate full of egg rolls in front of me. My telepathic bout with the buffoon is
all but forgotten as I dig in.

Kakkarot
and I are now on our fifth helping of food. Baldy had forgone seconds with the
rest of them and the brat was full after thirds.

�You
know,� Kakkarot says, now that everyone has gone, �you can be a real ass
sometimes.�

�And you
can be a real shit-for-brains,� I counter. I suppose he hasn�t yet gotten over
the fact that I�ve insulted his mate. I shouldn�t expect any less since Saiyajin
are overprotective of what�s theirs. If anyone were to insult mine, I�d be more
than just pissed off.

I look up
from my food. He�s smiling, but not in that guileless way that I�ve grown to
hate. No�I can see it in his eyes, an awareness that is never there except when
we spar or when in battle.

Is this
some sort of joke? I mean is he playing with me? Has he with them? I mean I�ve
always known there was more to him than meets the eye, but the sudden
implications of this discovery�to have my assumptions verified�

�You
fucking asshole! Is this a game to you?!�

�A game?
What are you talking about?�

�You and
your idiocy! In battle you seem to perceive more but otherwise you�re a complete
blockhead! And I see it now that you comprehend well enough. Are you feigning?
Or are you just amazingly lucky?!�

He quirks
an eyebrow up and wrinkle his nose. �I may not be the smartest person around but
I am not an idiot as you�d like to believe.�

�Me? Like
to believe? Everybody does! You act like an idiot all the time!�

�I�m not
always quick but dammit, Vegeta! You don�t have to rub it in!�

He�s
offended? I brush the outer limits of his mind with my telepathic abilities.
Yes, he is offended. But what is funnier is that he actually thinks I wouldn�t
make fun of his shortcomings. That�s what I live for. And the baka is really
stupid to think I wouldn�t.

I laugh
heartily all the while gazing maliciously.

He
seethes angrily. �You know, Vegeta, you really are an asshole sometimes,� he
mutters.

�And you
are a shit-for-brains, Kisama!�

I
continue to laugh at the baka. He really does offer excellent amusement now and
again like a raving drunk or a court jester. And to anger him in such a way as
to make him act out of his goody-goody persona is absolutely amusing to no end.
But Kakkarot quickly quells his temper nonetheless and finishes off the rest of
his food as my laughter tapers off.

�Alright,
Vegeta,� he says wiping his mouth and standing up. �I guess we ought to finish
our sparing match.� He stretches luxuriously, making exaggerated noises of
satiation.

I lean
back in my chair, content from a good laugh and a full stomach. I�m just about
to respond to him with a caustic slur but suddenly I feel something cool and wet
hit against my back, forcing me forward. �Ugh!� What the hell? I turn to look
behind me and in the process I see Kakkarot getting hit with it as well. Water?
With Chlorine? The smell is undeniable.

And there
she is, standing through the double doors, clad in nothing more than her
infamous bikini, bright blue just like her eyes. The first time I ever saw her
in such a thing was last week when she went for a swim in the pool. It was then
that I became aware of this earth custom that women hardly wear anything when
going swimming. I didn�t try ogling her then but now� Her breasts are so round
and firm looking. And it seems that strings only hold the whole thing together.
How odd. Even the bikini bottom� Damn! The bitch looks positively sexy.

After
giving her body a thorough appraising, I finally look to see what she has in her
hand. It looks like some sort of gun but one I�ve never seen before, which is
colorful and looks to be made of plastic in a bubble form of sorts. Odd. But
then I look to the other person standing near Onna. She�s in a thin-strapped
black tank top and a matching bikini bottom. Her raven hair is loose, hanging
around her shoulders and she too is holding the same type of gun thing.
Begrudgingly I admit to myself just why Kakkarot mated such a wench.

They�re
both grinning mischievously. Onna then shoots me again�right in my face! I close
my eyes in reflex and hear Kakkarot yelp and squeal as he gets dowsed too. I
wipe my face as much as I can then open my eyes again to see the women gone.

�Alright!� Kakkarot exclaims excitedly. What the hell is wrong with him? He then
puts his fingers under the rim of his gi pants and pulls them down to reveal a
pair of blue boxers. Wait. Not necessarily boxers, actually blue swimming trunks
with white drawstrings. He throws his gi pants aside and runs into the house.
Wanting to get to the bottom of this and get back at the onna, I follow behind.

We run
through the huge living room, towards the kitchen, and then down the hallway,
which leads to the outdoor pool area. We enter upon the patio portion where
there are a row of lounge chairs and then a circular table with chairs around
it. Briefs and his wife are laying out on the lounge chairs�she is in a more
modest pink bathing suit with a flowery wrap around her waist, while her husband
is in purple shorts and an open t-shirt. Baldy and the demi-Saiyajin are running
around the poolside at the far end, in their swimming trunks, and shooting each
other with those colorful water guns. Onna and the Raven Banshee are standing
aloof. They�re covering their mouths with their hands, holding their guns at
their side, and giggling childishly as they watch Kakkarot and me.

�What the
hell is going on?� More to the point, what is my onna up to? I doubt I�ll
receive an answer.

Calming
her giggling, Bulma smirks wickedly at me. Her eyes lock with mine daringly as
she thrusts her hip to the side. Her head tilts back slightly as she combs her
fingers through her hair, then puts it at her waist in an inviting pose. I don�t
think I�ve ever seen a more alluring creature than she, and before I can stop
the motion, I lick my lips. Her grin becomes wider and before I know it she
takes a finger to pull down one bottom eyelid and sticks out her tongue at me.
What? Harpy does the same to her mate. They both burst into giggles and run off
down the stairs that lead into the backyard. The brat and Baldy do the same,
squirting water at the women all the while.

�Come
on!� Kakkarot says, rushing to the table that has two more of those water guns
on it. He takes up one and goes to the edge of the pool and stoops down to fill
it up. �They just had to leave it empty,� he comments.

I pick up
the other gun, its weird shape and contours are funny looking, more so because
it looks like a child�s play thing. Even so, I walk over to Kakkarot, wanting to
pay back Onna for her boldness. He takes the gun from me and hands me the one he
just filled up.

�Here.�
And he begins to fill the other one.

I examine
the water gun some more and decide to have some fun. I press down on the trigger
and water sprays out from it right into Kakkarot�s face. I can�t help but laugh
at his surprise.

His
dumbfounded expression is laughable but quickly he smiles. �I guess you got the
hang of it now,� and he chuckles.

I sneer
at him. Idiot.

He gets
up with his now filled gun. �Come on! This is gonna be fun�they won�t know what
hit them!� He jumps down to the ground below.

I simply
hover down to where my target is. �Hn, I definitely owe the onna,� I mutter as I
hear excited laughter and screaming. They�re all scrambling around like a bunch
of juveniles, trying not to get hit while shooting each other.

The sun
has just begun to set and over the horizon the forest that stretches leisurely
behind Capsule Corp. blocks out some of the glare that would otherwise envelop
the area. The darkness has not yet come but a golden red hue paints everything
in sight, giving Onna�s skin tone a bronze look and her bikini almost a maroon
color.

She seems
to realize I�ve only come out for her so she immediately tries to find reprieve
behind a few bushes near the forest. Even if I could not see, her scent truly
gives her away. I even close my eyes for fun to sniff her out as I hover about
an inch off the ground.

�Oh
shit!� she exclaims. Ha! Thought you could escape from me, Hekigan? She sputters
futilely as she gets drenched. �Ahh!� she screams and tries to shoot me back but
her gun is all but empty.

I laugh
derisively. �That�ll teach you to ever challenge the Saiya-jin no Ouji!�

She wipes
her face and brushes her hair back from in her eyes and starts to laugh�the
vibration of it reveals the fluid motion of her breasts. �Ha! I�d love to do it
again. The look on your face was priceless.�

I attempt
to blast her again but I am hit in the back and my aim goes off.

�Run!
Bulma-san, run!� the brat yells between giggles.

She takes
her cue and bolts for the swimming pool. I turn around and dowse the brat with
the rest of the water in my gun. �Traitor. I thought we Saiya-jin are supposed
to stick together.�

He laughs
trying to get out of the way. Once my gun is empty I fly for the pool as well,
dodging Baldy and Kakkarot�s attempts at hitting me. As I touch down near the
pools edge, I see Bulma bending over to fill up her gun, offering me a full view
of her cute ass. The things I could do with that� and my mind tells me. I feel
the tightness in my shorts and groan out loud despite myself.

She turns
around. �Don�t even! I haven�t finished refilling yet!�

�Quit
panicking, Hekigan. Mine is empty, too.�

She
giggles and continues to refill hers. Once it�s filled she hands it to me and
takes mine to do the same. Silly Onna, that was a big mistake. I aim for her and
she drops the gun into the pool.

�Vegeta!
You ass!� she sputters with no real perturbation.

I
continue to shoot. She then dashes into the pool herself, splashing me up to my
midriff. As she resurfaces, her chest is thrust into the air, splashing me
again. She tousles her hair behind her and wipes the water from her face.

�What
good is your water gun now?� she taunts.

I drop it
to the floor and go in after her. She too has gone completely under and tries to
swim away from me. I see her beautifully toned legs and grab on to one, pulling
her close. She tries to resist but I grab her hips and bring her almost flush
against me, using my ki to keep up suspended. Impetuously I kiss her. It�s funny
doing so underwater but it�s fun nonetheless. To my surprise, though she wraps
her legs around my waist. I groan mentally. Does she know what she does to me? I
then envelop her in my arms, wishing I could have her completely.

She
breaks the kiss and air bubbles burst from her mouth and nose. I let go at the
same time and she unwraps her legs. She starts to ascend and I watch her
glorious form as she does so. Someone drops into the pool�Baldy�like a ball and
unfurls and swims around. I start to follow Onna to the surface as another ball
drops into the pool.

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

Kami!
Vegeta is a persistent little thing, isn�t he? I resurface to catch my breath
and see Goku cannonball into the pool, splashing Chichi, Gohan, and my mom�who
is now sitting at the water�s edge. Vegeta soon comes up beside me, hair all in
his face and cascading down his shoulders.

�Man!
Vegeta, you don�t quit, do you?� I laugh breathlessly, nervous all the same. But
the adrenaline running through my veins, which closeness to Vegeta seems to
bring out, gives me nerve.

He smirks
knowingly and speaks in gasps, �No�not until I get what I want.�

It�s
futile trying to keep my blushing at bay but it�s not as glaringly obvious as it
could be since I am pretty heated and have been running around like a
ten-year-old child. Not to mention that with the remnants of the setting sun and
the sky in pinkish and red hues, the colors upon my features must meld with the
rest. Or so I wish to believe. But it isn�t helping that he stares at me with
those intense raven eyes of his.

�Would
you prefer me any other way?� he asks.

The
coolness of the pool has done wonders for me on this hot day, but even that
would not make me shiver as though my spine has been caressed from tip to base
with the gentlest of touches. My stomach churns and I wonder at the effects this
prince has on me.

�No�� I
breathe out.

Two heavy
splashes erupt behind us as Chichi and her son drop into the water. I look past
Vegeta to see that they�ve gone under and that my mother is now back at the
lounge chair near my dad. The sudden want for privacy with this prince is bidden
from the part of me that feels for him. He floats closer to me as I try wiping
some of the water from my face.

Just
another kiss�

Suddenly
the China
lamps hanging around the pool come on. The soft glow adds more of a red hue to
the surrounding area and reflects off the water. The play of shadows upon
Vegeta�s face is so enchanting, giving him a very dark look with his hair
hanging limply to block some of the light. His eyes seem to flicker with the
reflection of the lamps but the darkness in them seems to smolder everything.

I can
only imagine what is going through his mind as he gazes at me penetratingly. An
inkling of his desire shows through with a wicked smirk. I see it now all too
clearly but before either of us can make any move or say anything, he�s abruptly
pulled under.

Krillin
comes to the surface, splashing water in my face and laughing heartily. �Did you
see that?!�

I�m a
little peeved that our moment was interrupted but nonetheless relieved about
what might have been. The magnetism that Saiyan has is detrimental to my senses.
I might have done something� and getting caught is not what I need right now.

I offer
Krillin a smile and then I inhale deeply, hold the breath, and dive under to see
who�s got my prince. But who could it possibly be but Son-kun? And my suspicions
are correct. Goku has pulled Vegeta under and now they�re wrestling like two
children�I think perhaps the Saiyan will not be too pleased with being
interrupted again. He seems pretty peeved but he always is when he is around
Goku.

Chichi
goes back up to the surface, perhaps having enough of her husband�s antics.
Gohan, unable to hold in his laughter, loses his cool and bubbles burst from his
mouth and nose. He manages to swim upward. I do the same.

�Can you
believe those two?� Chichi says with a laugh as I inhale.

�This�ll
be great!� Krillin says, �Come on, little buddy!�

�Sure!�
and Gohan follows Krillin under the water again.

Chichi
and I share a laugh as we thrust ourselves out of the water and sit at the edge
of the pool.

Suddenly,
there is a burst of water that sprays both of us. Goku flies out of the pool
into the air, laughing wildly. When gravity catches up with him, he falls back
down but stops just shy of hitting the water. Chichi and I can�t help our
laughter but what really gets us is when a hand comes out the pool and grabs
Son-kun by the hair. Goku, like the squealing child he is, screeches while being
pulled under.

�I bet
that�s Vegeta!�

Chichi
giggles. �I don�t care who it is�that�s downright hilarious!�

Krillin
and Gohan soon burst forth from the watery depth giggling vivaciously. The water
kicks up around them for mere moments. Vegeta dashes out and onto the poolside
near me, dowsing us with water. His tail twitches and shakes the water out,
fluffing itself in the process.

Goku
jumps out of the water next, splashing us even more. �Oh no you don�t!� He
latches onto Vegeta, trapping him in a bear hug, and then falls back into the
pool taking the struggling prince with him, and drenching us again.

�Aren�t
they just the biggest children you�ve ever seen?�

I laugh
at that, knowing it to be true.

�Come on
you guys! Let�s go under!� Krillin says, grabbing Chichi�s hand and pulling her
in the water. Gohan latches on to me too and I fall in.

For the
rest of the evening, the boys played around in the pool. Chichi and I joined in
at intervals but soon found that roughhousing with them was not the best
activity for us to do. Rather we just swished our feet back and forth in the
water and chatted amongst ourselves, while mom and dad continued their light
dosing.

With the
late hours approaching the Sons decide it was about time to go home. After
changing in the guest room like Gohan and Chichi did earlier, they say their
goodbyes and are off. Mom and dad retire soon after, leaving me with Krillin by
the poolside, and Vegeta, who surprisingly stuck around despite the
unsociability he�s graced with. Krillin and I strike up conversation, laughing
and joking about all the funny and silly things of the day over a late snack.
Vegeta who could care less about what we talk about eats his snack and then
disappears underneath the water.

�Man! I
don�t know what�s gotten into Vegeta,� Krillin says, �but whatever it is I sure
like it.�

I have an
idea of what has gotten into him but then again this could be that part of his
personality we haven�t been privy to, even though this sociable behavior of his
is quite contrary. I wonder if part of it is because of me. If so then that
explains a lot. If not, then I don�t know what to think. I can understand his
want to spar with Goku and the rest of them. That�s perfectly normal but it�s
everything else that�s strange. Playing with water guns and in the pool�with
Goku no less. And then dunking Gohan and Krillin�s head in the water�well
perhaps he just wanted to drown them, so that wouldn�t be strange. But still�

�Yeah, he
has been a lot of fun today.�

Krillin
chuckles. �I wonder�� he trails off, seemingly not intending to finish the
sentence as he pops a small vanilla cream cookie in his mouth.

I munch
on a strawberry one. Strangely I feel quite happy this evening. It�s odd really
since I should be worried. I giggle lightly and think about some of the things
Vegeta and I have done today. One thing I can�t believe is that I actually
wrapped my legs around him. If that�s not an invitation, I don�t know what is.

�Does
Vegeta do that to everyone?

�Do
what?�

�Wrap his
tail around people�s legs?�

I feel a
blush creep to my cheek and a guilty feeling come forth. I knew he saw but did
he have to bring it up like that? �Well actually, yeah. It�s Saiyan custom.�

�Really?
What kind of custom?�

�Well�um�uh�a friendship custom.�

He gives
me a skeptical look. �Okay��

�Well if
you�re going to ask smart-alecky questions, you�re going to get smart-alecky
answers.�

�Okay,
okay, sorry,� he says with a light laugh. �But seriously, what�s up with that?�

Well to
be honest I don�t really know why he did that, minus the fact that we
were making out and that I can infer that Saiyans probably did that with their
mates. So I shrug my shoulders.

�I�m just
curious, B-chan,� he says.

�I know.�
And I lay my head on his shoulder.

�Does he
like you?� he asks, putting his arm around me.

�Yeah.�

�And you
like him?�

�Just
because I�m mad at Yamcha doesn�t mean I�d go and do something��

�Hey,
let�s not get into that, okay?� he says calmly to my outburst.

Earlier
today when Krillin came over before anyone else, he told me that Yamcha had
called him yesterday. In fact that was his reason for visiting in the first
place. He told me about how they had an argument about Krillin taking me out to
pick up guys at a club and how he�d betrayed his trust as one of his best
friends. So pretty much Krillin knows everything that happened between Yamcha
and me yesterday.

�Alright,� I mutter.

�Hey, you
okay?�

�Yeah� a
few months ago something like this would have hurt a lot.�

�And it
doesn�t now?�

�No, I am
mainly just resentful and peeved, y�know?�

�Yeah, I
know,� he says with consideration. �But what about Vegeta? You like him or not?�

�What
does it matter?�

�It
matters to me, because I�m your friend and like I said before: I hope the best
for you. And no matter how much I care about Yamcha as a friend, he�s not the
best for you.�

I sit up
and look at him wide eyed. He can�t be serious. �And you think what? That Vegeta
is�?�

He smiles
a knowing smile.

�I don�t
believe this��

�Well
remember what I told you about what happened on Nameksei? He seems to have a lot
of honor when it comes down to it. I�m not saying fuck him or anything. Just
that when you compare the two, Yamcha looks pretty shabby.�

I start
to laugh. �You�re such an ass,� I say jokingly, �dissing my boyfriend like
that.�

�Oh
please. Ever since I got an earful last night, all I�ve wanted to do was kick
his ass. I can believe that he�s being so stupid and that�s what�s so bad
about the whole thing.� He suddenly gets serious, looking me in the eyes. �You
need someone who trusts you and who you can trust. Don�t settle for anything
less.�

I smile,
feeling like I�m about to cry as I nod my head. It�s not that I�m so heart
broken over the whole thing. I guess I�ve been fooling myself into believing
what isn�t there. And with Vegeta being so amorous and Chichi and Krillin both
telling me that Yamcha is no good� well it�s overwhelming I guess.

He pulls
me into a hug and I hug back. �Thanks, sweet-pea.�

�Hey!� he
pulls away. �I thought I grew out of that nickname!�

I gave
him that nickname a long time ago because of how little he was but also because
how sweet he could be at times when Goku was just too clueless to realize.
�Nope, you never will.�

He smiles
bashfully. And I giggle a bit.

�Well, B-chan,
it�s getting late and as fun as it was I�ve got to get going.�

�No
sleeping over?�

�No, not
tonight. I have major training to do tomorrow since I promised Goku I�d come
over early. And I know if I stay here with you we�d end up watching movies all
night or some shit like that and I won�t get sleep till early morning. Besides,
I�m so sore from all the pounding I got from Vegeta, Gohan, and Goku. I doubt
I�ll be walking in the morning but a promise is a promise and if I�m late
Piccolo is going to be pissed that I held up training. You know the deal.�

I laugh.
�Yeah, I guess I do.� The thought of having Krillin over for the night would be
cool because then I wouldn�t really have to think about a lot of things. He�s a
good friend like that; keeping my mind off stuff that would otherwise bother me,
especially when what I really need is to just relax. �You take care, okay?�

�You
too,� he says, getting up, �I�ll see you soon, alright? Have a good night.�

�You
too.� I watch him as he leaves the pool area.

I sigh.
Thinking about what he just said about Vegeta. It really touched me. I don�t
know, I guess�it just feels good to know I�m not crazy about liking the prince.

Speaking
about Vegeta, I wonder where he is or if he was listening? I turn towards the
water and almost shriek as my heart stops and then starts pounding wildly. That
ass! Must he scare me like that?! All I can see is his narrow eyes, which are
above the water and looking directly at me. Most of his hair is fanning out
around him, floating more so under the surface. He looks like a predator,
reminds me of an alligator about to attack his prey.

�Dammit
Vegeta! Do you want to give me a heart attack?! Twice in one day! Honestly!�

He
surfaces more to reveal a satisfied smirk on his face. �I have to get my kicks
somehow since Kakkarot is gone.�

�You�re
such an ass!� and I kick up some water in his face. I know he won�t really
appreciate that but I don�t care. I�ve become fearless when it comes to him,
more so because I know how he feels about me. But never do I think I won�t ever
get a rush when I know he�s about to retaliate.

He grabs
my ankle and yanks me into the water. I scream, not having anticipated this as I
go under. I try to swim to the surface, not really having caught enough breath,
but he has gone under too and still has my ankle. He jerks me closer to him and
grabs my waist. I swear he�s loving this immensely. But I think I�ll play a
little too, so I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in for a kiss.
Immediately his arms envelop me. But this time when I kiss him I want air more
than anything else. Even so, I allow my hands to play in his hair and as we
kiss, I�m not able to draw much breath from him since he is kissing back
ardently. So I break the kiss and let go. I can hardly get free though, with his
tail around my waist and his lips upon my neck. I cup his face quickly and he
looks at me. I motion with my thumb to go up. He complies and lets me swim to
the surface, and is close behind me.

Once I�m
up I inhale deeply and panting breathlessly as I swim to the more shallow part
of the pool to stand up. I can hear Vegeta laughing behind me.

�Is that
how long you can hold your breath?� The mockery in his voice is so obvious.

I wipe
the water from my face. �What? Saiyans can hold it longer?�

�Of
course. A superior race such as my own can do many things better than humans.�

I narrow
my eyes suddenly very irritated. �You know, you�re a real asshole, Vegeta.�

He
crosses his arms over his chest. �Yes, I recall Kakkarot telling me that today.�

�I don�t
doubt it,� I say, turning around to walk away. But I hardly move an inch when I
feel the tug of his tail around my waist. I whip my head around and glare at
him. �Do you mind?�

�Not at
all,� he says with an amused smirk on his face.

He
doesn�t remove his tail at all, just stares at me with heated eyes. I try not to
think about the implications of his gaze and attempt to move again but I can�t
get far.

�Vegeta!�
I almost whine.

�What? If
you can�t get free then you don�t deserve to be.�

Can�t get
free? But the guy is stronger than me! How the hell am I supposed to get out of
this? I certainly can�t yank it. It causes way too much pain and he hasn�t
annoyed me that much. Even if he did, I don�t think I�d ever resort to pulling
his tail. Nevertheless, I grab on to it. His eyes glaze over more sharply and
narrow ever so much. I put a few fingers under to move it away from my waist,
conscious of how sensitive his tail is, and even a little more than bewildered
as to why he�s letting me do this. If I so wanted I could make him hurt a lot. I
guess he trusts me not to. But as I tentatively work my fingers under his tail,
something amazing starts to happen. It starts to tremble. Very subtly but
trembling nonetheless. I look up from what I�m doing to see his eyes closed and
he�s biting his lower lip.

What sort
of challenge is this, Vegeta?

Abruptly
he pulls away and since I didn�t have much of a grasp on his tail, it becomes
beyond my reach in seconds. With his back to me, I cannot gauge his reaction so
I just stand here feeling rather confused. And with the silence that surrounds
us, I begin to feel very awkward.

�What�
what happened?� I almost whisper. �Did I�did I hurt your tail?�

I�m a bit
shocked when he starts to chuckle. �No, you did anything but hurt my tail. I
would have let you continue but I know you don�t want this just yet.�

I look at
him with wide eyes. Anything but hurt his tail? Would have let me continue? Was
he enjoying that? Don�t want what just yet?

He turns
around to face me. In his eyes I see the intense desire and gasp before I can
stop myself.

Oh my
lord!

That�s
why it was trembling, why his eyes were closed!

He moves
closer to me. I unconsciously move back and hit against the edge of the pool. Oh
great, now I look like a coward. But Vegeta is daring this night for he leans in
closer and kisses me. Despite what just happened, I kiss back parting my lips,
and he puts his tongue in my mouth. I accept all that he offers and give my own
regard. Slowly he pulls away but not entirely as he kisses my neck and then
whispers in my ear, �Goodnight, Hekigan.�

My eyes
still being closed I reply in kind, ��night, Veggie.�

I open my
eyes to see him smirking, while he levitates out of the pool and into the night.

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