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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 5: Oh, Stormy Night

I am reaching my limit. I
can feel it. But somewhere in the back of my mind, the little voice of
uncertainty that believes my exertions to continue is unwarranted and in effect
futile, bid me to forgo my efforts. I hate that I�m beginning to think so
stupidly. I know that I can push myself to go further than I�ve ever gone. I�ve
always believed so. Yet this voice taunts my resolve, showing me the history of
my failings and deficiencies, my losses and humiliations; if I could not have
overcome all the challenges that have flocked my way to trample me relentlessly
for thirty years of my natural life, then what makes me think that somehow this
cycle can be broken?

Doubt is weakness.

When have I ever given it
free reign? I�ve always been confident and undaunted. When has this ever
changed? My pride is my strength, my resolve, I tell myself. I must then defy
all boundaries; I must obtain legendary supremacy.

My power ignites
violently. My body cries foul, but I press on, endeavoring to focus and control
my ki. Yes, the barrier is close. I will not relent, not even while the pain
creeps on. My aim is all I can see, all I can care about. Nothing else exists.
Nothing else matters.

I press on. Beads of
sweat roll down my brow as the heat of my ki flare and my muscles strain. I feel
myself getting close, that I will become Super Saiya-jin this day. Suddenly the
strain of my body makes itself brutally known�I cannot see myself letting this
continue for the pain is horrible. I let out a scream, combating in a split
second the need to reach my goal versus the need to keep my existence stable. It
is too much! Even if I opt for the latter, as my control deserts me. My
body shacks with the shock and my ki drops dramatically as the floor rises up to
meet me.

For moments I lay in an
oblivious plain; I neither see nor hear my surroundings. My lunges strain for
sustenance, though, and every inch my body aches terribly.

Failure
. . . is all I hear, whispering in the depth of my psyche. All that swirls
within my throbbing head: disparaging thoughts and emotions. �I can never
ascend. I am too weak to do so.� Isn�t that true, though? It�s what I�ve
always heard from them.

But when did I start to
believe . . .

�Stupid monkey!�
Frieza says as
he looks down at me lying at his feet. �Can�t even defend yourself�so why do
you bother to defy me?�

I could not then, I could
not on Namek, and I sure as hell cannot now. They should have left me dead.

�Sickening whelp!�
my father
says�a voice from a dream� Is this a dream?

�A disgrace to the
royal bloodline. Even a third class has surpassed you! So unworthy!�

�No father! �Tis not
true! I am worthy! Do I not have the blood of a Saiya-jin? Of an elite warrior?
Of the royal house of Vegiita-sei? I am not-ta failure!�

�Arrrghhh! I am not!� I
burst forth from the oblivion�s grave that is my subconscious.

Shocked and shaken. I get
up from the floor on trembling limbs. My anger and hatred ignites a force in me,
and my power level dramatically rises, its pristine blue aura surrounds me.

�No time to rest!� Only a
weakling would give in so easily. And I am not one! I am the Saiya-jin no Ouji,
and it is not befitting that I be slothful.

I walk over to the
gravity console, which reads 400g�s, and press a few buttons to send out the
training bots. Ten of them come out of the hatch and hovered above me�ten more
will come later. I float upward. Flaring my ki, I release five ki beams, sending
them towards the bots.

It is time to take this
to the next level.

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

Finally! I am so happy
with Yamcha. I can�t believe things are turning out so well. Now I realize I�ve
been acting way too foolishly in thinking all those weary thoughts. Yamcha
really does love me and he has promised that we won�t be playing anymore
childish games. This is too wonderful. I am so ecstatic. I never thought I could
be so happy!

The sharp crackling sound
of thunder erupts outside. The suddenness makes me start in fright, viciously
snatching me from my pleasant reverie. I look out the window. The rain is
pouring down aggressively from the darkened cloud filled sky. A few flashes of
lightening splinter through. �It�s gotten so dark,� is all I can think.
Just earlier today it was so beautiful outside. The drastic change seems like an
ominous omen. But for what? I cannot tell.

It was odd when mom and I
finished our shopping, just coming out of the mall. Thin clouds started to
gather. She said a storm was brewing. Insightful� not like her at all. I
couldn�t imagine then but here it is now. A series of lightening flashes
brightens up the sky as rolling thunder drum noisily.

Suddenly the lights in
the lab flicker and I hope the power doesn�t short out.

�Perhaps you�d better
tell Vegeta to stop training in the gravity room,� dad says as he sets down a
chemical filled flask, �If lighting strikes it, most definitely it will short
out or worse.�

�I totally forgot about
that,� I reply, worriedly. I know the extent that can be dangerous, and images
of how Vegeta was affected after blowing up the gravity chamber before comes to
mind. But in this case the damage will most probably be worse.

�You�d better hurry,
dear.�

I never hooked up a
communication link to the GR from this lab so I have to go out there in the
rain.

Mental note: correct this
oversight.

�Right.�

At the door, I put on my
lavender raincoat and take one of the umbrellas near by that is always available
for such occasions. Once I open the door to see the violent rain I make sure my
hood is on properly but stop short of going outside. I go back in and take
another umbrella out, doubting Vegeta will want to get wet.

Once I get to the GR I
knock on the door. From the windows I can see the red glow from inside as well
as flashes of yellow ki. I can hardly hear the sounds from inside, and that�s
attributed to my genius, of course. Soon after the initial explosion that left
the Prince of Saiyans immobile for a couple of days, I decided to fit it with
soundproof walls and very thick windows. Now I don�t have to worry about all the
clamor that would otherwise distract the whole neighborhood while Vegeta
attempts to beat himself silly.

The light show from
inside dies down as I patiently wait for him to come to the door. My good mood
since this morning has afforded me with patience, thank Kami, or else I�d be
screaming by now. That would only lead my poor crazed prince into a frenzy and
we�d end up arguing till doomsday. Yes, I can be patient, just this once.

The red illumination
inside turns white as the hum of the gravity simulator descends back to normal.
The door opens and I turn my gaze from the window towards Vegeta�s sweat-glazed
physique.

�What the
hell do you want, Onna!�

I feel a blush creep up
to my cheeks as a sudden entourage of naughty thoughts knock at the door of my
mind. He looks hot and with him panting like that I feel something that I never
felt when seeing him before. What ever is the
matter with me? This is not an unusual sight to see.
Almost everyday I see Vegeta wearing spandex shorts and no shirt. He definitely
makes no effort to conceal his body but somehow, he just looks more enticing to
me. Maybe it�s the look in his eyes, that concentrated glare that tells me that
there is more to this prince than meets the eye.

Lightening flashes and I
am snapped back to reality with a peevish Saiyan glowering at me impatiently.

�Well? What is it that
you want, deaf one?!�

�Uh� you can�t train in
the GR now.�

�And why the hell not?�

�The thunderstorm� it�s a
perfect conductor if the lightening ever hits it, not to mention if the power
shorts out by the storm itself, it can be very dangerous for you if you are
using heavy g�s�the core is too sensitive and might backlash the energy output.�

�Pathetic contraption,�
he growls crossly.

�Sorry about that�it
can�t be helped. Here,� I say, giving him the extra umbrella I brought with me,
�you don�t want to get wet, do you?�

�Hn, it�s not needed,� he
says, putting up his hand in rejection of my offer. He makes his way outside and
closes the door behind him, the rain instantly drenching his fine physique and
forcing his flaming mane to cascade around his shoulders. An interesting sight,
no doubt . . . I�ve always wondered how his hair would look if it were down, but
this is just too much. Some of it is in his face and he brushes it out of the
way. I want to giggle but I force myself not to, knowing that Vegeta does not
like to be laughed at, although laughing at him because of this would not be in
any way ridiculing him. And I have to admit he looks cute especially with him
scowling at me. I begin to wonder how come his hair never falls down inside the
GR�maybe his ki holds it up. But what is it to me?

At the outside control
panel, he turns off the power and locks it down.

�Well, I�ll see you
later,� I say as I head back to the lab. A distance thither and I glance back at
him to see him heading for the main building. It occurs to me now that he didn�t
rant and rave like he usually would when his training is interrupted. That�s
peculiar but I�m glad. I don�t want a damper on my mood while it is so elevated;
although, at that thought, I am uneasy because of my reaction at seeing his
sweaty form. I giggle, though. Well, it�s not like I ever thought him ugly. No,
he certainly is very handsome. One can�t think ill of me then if I�m just a
little bit attracted to him. It�s not like anything will come of it.

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

I have been wondering,
when taking a breather in between my exercises and hearing the torrential storm
ragging outside, if it is safe to train in here. However, if it were the case
the onna would have come and told me by now. A few minutes later, though, and
sure enough she does. It vexes me; I do not want to end my training so soon in
the early evening. But when opening the door, knowing and hating the news that
is to come, I find myself being taken in by a sight so . . . adorable.

Standing outside, she
looks at me with shimmering blue eyes, pools of the ocean that a man could drown
contentedly in. The hint of a blush grace the bridge of her cute little nose and
brushes out over her cheeks; from wince this came I have not a clue. Her parted
lips, an inviting sight, evoke thoughts in me I had not yet had of her� at least
so freely. And her hair, a few blue tendrils naughtily come out from under the
hood of her raincoat to dance in the wind.

What must be the weakness
of the Saiya-jin prince that he would recognize this? It is my luck that years
of training had rendered my outward expression passive to any wiles, that she is
unaware of anything I could possibly feel by her. I am simply glowering as
usual; although my mind has the gall to betray me and I think of what it�d be
like to have her as my mate. I mentally brandish myself with all the vulgarities
I can possible think of. My goal is simple: to become a Super Saiya-jin, and no
point within the time allot for this is there given consideration for mating. So
thinking, I shove the thoughts contrary to this out of my mind.

We have words, though
they are a pathetic conciliation for training lost in comparison to the usual,
and I am off for the main compound. �Adorable? Indeed!� I scoff angrily as I
enter through the kitchen doorway.

I had been having a hell
of a training session today. It isn�t unusual, despite the past few days; I had
not experience the like. I don�t know what it is I am doing wrong. Substantial
change is evident but every time I attempt to ascend I end up a crippled heap on
the floor like some battered weakling. I disgust myself sometimes. I wonder when
I�ll change. My power level is high, there should be no reason for my failure at
becoming Super Saiya-jin, yet there obviously is a reason and I wish I knew. I
could do the smart thing and ask Kakarrot how he ascended but I am worried that
that fucker doesn�t even know it himself. Oh, what ever the hell does it matter?

I go upstairs to take a
shower. Dinner will be ready within the hour and I think I ought to just relax
or meditate.

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

The storm continues to
seethe outside as hours pass by, however, being less severe as it had when it
started. I would have wanted to go inside to the main building where it is so
much cozier, but my dad and I are intently working on the heeling solution for
the regen tank. We are so close to completion that we�ve wordlessly decided to
work after hours, and in effect missed dinner. But we could careless, knowing
what the success of this project means.

Dad checks the readout
from the computer. All components seem to be in working order. The mixer is just
finishing up with the formula. I hope the end result is right this time. Usually
when I check, it would come out either red or purple, not at all like the blue
liquid that it is supposed to be. But now as I check it, I can�t help the smile
that etches across my face. Success at last!

�Dad, it worked!� I say
enthusiastically.

He looks at the blue
liquid and smiles too. �Great, now we prep the tank.�

I put the sample down on
the table and go to the back of the tank. I lock in the vat and make sure it is
secure then I plug the tank into a generator. With the storm, there is no use in
taking chances with the main power supply. Dad is over at the tank�s console and
starts to power it up. Then he press a few buttons for the time duration and to
fill the tank. It whirls to life. Dad and I stand back and watch our hard work
pay off.

Moments later, I rush out
of the lab in my raincoat with umbrella overhead. I make it quickly across the
lawn to the mansion, entering through the kitchen doorway. Shutting it, I take a
breather as I put away my umbrella and pull off my hood. I look up at the clock
on the wall:
11:00pm. I haven�t
realized that we were working for five hours straight. It really doesn�t
surprise me. As inventors, dad and I can get wrapped up so deeply in our
projects that we can go days without interacting with society.

Once I finish hanging up
my raincoat, I rush into the living room. One lamp is on but no one is here. I
run upstairs hastily and down the dim hallway to stop at Vegeta�s door. I know
he�s inside and awake, if the light shinning from under his door is any
indication. All I can think is, �he�ll be so excited once I tell him.� I
try to calm my breathing. Then I knock tentatively, knowing that Vegeta doesn�t
take too kindly with demanding hastiness. Besides I am in no real mood to argue
with him.

�The door�s unlocked,�
comes his gruff voice.

So I open it and walk in.
He�s sitting on his bed with his legs extending out and his back resting against
the bedpost, in a pair of black spandex shorts and a navy tee shirt and white
socks. On his lap rests the laptop dad got for him.

I never actually saw
Vegeta using it and it strikes me as strange that he would now, even if I know
of his affinity for technology. But still, dad got it for him so he wouldn�t be
bored if he couldn�t train. Lord knows, trying to get him to do anything else,
such as watch TV, would leave him irritable to say the least. I think it was:
�stupid humans, have nothing else better to do than watch other people act out a
life they wish they had rather than living one themselves.� Any who, it is still
weird to see Vegeta no Ouji with his eyes focused on the monitor screen and his
fingers resting on the keypad.

�Hey, how�s it going?�

�Considering I�m stuck in
here till the storm clears, what do you think?�

�I think you�re occupying
your time rather favorably� well considering,� I say, approaching him.

�Hn, whatever.�

I go over to his bedside
and peer over at the screen. �Whatcha doing?�

�Since when is the onna
blind?�

I forget my dear Prince
of Saiyans isn�t much for conversation. So I check out the screen. There is text
and pictures, one of a cheetah and another of a lion. What got him interested in
wild life or big cats for that matter? I check out the top of the screen where
the window bar is and read: Encyclopedia Britannica.

�So you like cats, do
you?�

He glances up at me, for
the first time since I came in, then back at the screen. �I�m just curious about
them.�

�Why the sudden
interest?�

�Your father has one, but
it�s too puny. If I were to ever get one for a pet I�d prefer one of these,� so
saying he points to the screen.

�But they�re wild animals
and take a lot to keep, not to mention difficult to domesticate.�

�Hn, for you maybe.�

For me? Oh yeah, I can
only image how he�d go about doing that. Using ki blasts to keep his pet in
line. Ha! That�ll be the day. I look at the screen again and extend a hand to
the keypad. �May I?�

He shrugs his shoulders
and moves his hands away to cross his arms over his chest. I type in a few
letters and press enter. Instantly a picture pops up of a black cat, with fiery
yellow eyes.

�I think this one would
suit you better.�

�Black panther,� he
reads, �Yes, I like this one.�

I can�t help but giggle.
Since Vegeta seems to be in a good mood, I take the liberty of sitting down
beside him on his bed. I wonder if he�s serious about owning one. �Do you really
want to get a big cat?�

�Hn, I don�t know� just
been entertaining the thought, that�s all.� His nonchalant attitude is new.

Then I wonder: how would
he react if I actually bought him one? Of course, I�d get him one already
domesticated and I could make it so it�ll have its little home in the yard. Just
a whimsical thought but if it would have the surly prince happy, I guess I could
look into it.

�What did you come here
for?� he asks, �I heard you running through the house when you came in and I
doubt it was so we could chatter about like fools.�

�Oh right! I can�t
believe I forgot. Dad and I just completed the regen tank. We tested it and it
seems to work alright.�

�Well it�s about damn
time!�

�I knew you�d say that,�
I say, then with mock worry I ask: �Vegeta no Ouji, are you becoming
predictable?�

�Ha! Not in the least.�

I smile at him and am
surprise to see his eyes alight with something that seems like� delight. He
smirks too. I�m suddenly confused as to why he seems so agreeable and I wonder
just how long this will last.

�Bakamono, when will your
parents be departing for their trip?�

�Is that to be my new
nickname?�

�Fine! Bakayaro, when
will your parents be departing for their trip?� he asks smugly.

�The day after tomorrow,
shithead.� I really like it when he�s in his good moods. Times like these are
rare.

He sputters with
annoyance. �It vexes me that your father decided not to take this trip alon��

�Awww, Vegeta,� I
interject before he finishes, �you�re gonna miss mom being around?�

He laughs heartily. �Shut
up, onna no baka�it vexes me that she will be gone only because I�ll have to
stomach your cooking. But still I am glad that the dim-witted female shall be
away and won�t be able to bother me with her eccentricities. Though, I wonder is
her absence worth it? That I won�t be able to have a decent meal till she comes
back?�

�Such a dilemma!� I say a
bit annoyed. I am only a scientist and a businesswoman, not a domestic like my
mom. For heaven�s sake even if I know he doesn�t mean anything by it, it really
annoys me that he likes to pick on my�failings. �Well Vegeta, since you don�t
like my cooking I�ve decided I just won�t cook for you anymore.�

�Then am I to starve?� he
asks amused, perhaps thinking that I wouldn�t follow through with it.

�I should have you starve
but knowing my luck, you�ll survive just to smite me.�

�You know me so well.�

�Yeah, well I�ve decided
I�ll order out instead.�

�I do like pizza, Onna,
but I can�t have it everyday.�

�Who says I�ll only order
pizza?�

�That�s what you always
get!�

�I�ll order different
things, stupid monkey.� As that comes out of my mouth, I cringe slightly. I
don�t mean to call him that. I hope he doesn�t mind it, that he just takes it as
me being playful.

�Bakayaro, do not address
me like that, with that insufferable quip,� he says with annoyance as his eyes
flash daringly.

�Oh please, since when
have I ever cared how I talk to you?� I say still playfully, hoping he�ll
continue to lighten up.

�Well knowing that you
are a weak human,� he says, his tone becoming serious, �and I am the Saiya-jin
no Ouji, I would think you were smarter than that.�

�And what are you trying
to imply?� I say, realizing his mood won�t soften now. Despite it, I do not want
him to think he could pull one on me, �you know I can careless about your
title.�

�Even so, I never got
respect because of my title alone,� he retorts with a menacing gleam in his
eyes, �Such a genius as yourself should know that.�

I know what he�s
insinuating and I hate it when he thinks just because he is far stronger than me
that he can bully me into showing him respect. The only reason why I have been
so nice to him lately is because he toned down on his holier-than-thou attitude
and has actually been quite civil� almost like a friend. I am sad and rather
irritated that he is reverting back to this, though it isn�t a far leap
backwards.

�But I guess I�ve been
too friendly with you recently.� He puts aside his laptop and crossing his arms.
�I will have to remedy that, wench.�

I stand up. �I started to
think you were changing. I wouldn�t mind showing you respect if you could only
do the same. You can�t bully me in to treating you like you want! I don�t care
how strong you are, Vegeta. There are so many out there that are stronger than
me and they show me respect not because I could do them any harm but because I
show them the same curtsey.� I sigh and he just glowers at me. �Listen, I�ll
just leave you alone. I guess it�s too much work for you to even attempt.�

�I don�t know why I even
put up with you.� And he stands up. �I am the Saiya-jin no Ouji and I should not
have to stoop so low.�

�Well then fuck off
Vegeta, �cause I really don�t give a shit!�

�Bitch, you better watch
what you say to me.� His cool tone does not belie that he is trying to steady
the anger inside.

But I am aghast, for he
has never called me bitch before, and I am not about to take this. �What did you
call me?�

�I know you can hear me,
bitch.�

�Fuck you!�

A growl rumbles deep in
his throat. He motions his hands in my direction as if to grab me by the neck
but relents and settles with balling his fist at his sides. �Leave my presence.�

I of course am angry by
this. There is really no reason for him to fume over what I said. So I am going
to give him a reason to be angry. �Is that the best you can do Vegeta! Where�s
your wit? You usually give me more than this.�

�I would give you a lot
more but then Kakkarot would be on my ass and I�d rather not instigate an
affront while he is still stronger than me.�

�So does it always come
to the physical when the mental is too strained?�

�For a warrior, yes, but
at the moment I�m rather anxious to be physical so if you don�t want a fight,
you best be gone now.�

I glare at him still
wanting him to know that he hasn�t intimidated me in the least. Then I turn on
my heels and leave.

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

That onna drives me
insane sometimes. I do like that she treats me without fear but I cannot
tolerate that friendly way she acts when she gets too comfortable. I wish she�d
just realized her limitations.

�Stupid monkey.�

The nerve of her to say
that! My late �master� used to call me that, the damnable asshole! But from her
lips, I hate it even more. I don�t know why. It�s like she�s being tainted too.
I would never want to hear the like from her again.

If only I could train. I
need to free myself from this confining chamber. I might as well go out into the
rain.

My hand touches the glass
of the balcony door lightly as I look out at the storm.

It looks so beautiful
with its heavy rain, the lighting that brightens up the dark thick clouds. Its
violence beacons me. I slide the door open and walk out onto the balcony�s
slightly moist floor. Only a few spurts of water bounce off the edge and comes
halfway to the middle, for the canopy above covers most of the flooring. I tread
over to the railing and levitate up into the night sky. The water is cool. I fly
up high till Capsule Corp. and its surrounding labs look like saucers.

Lighting flashes, a thin
bolt of electricity descends pass me, missing me by mere inches. It is so close
that I can feel the heat of it and the magnetic pull. I look down at its
destination: it strikes a tree; the rest of its blast is grounded by the grass
and dirt beneath. A few branches fall to the ground, nothing more than that.

That was incredible� to
have so much power and a force so close to me. So beautiful�this planet� It
would have been a shame if Kakkarot had indeed managed to destroy it when he was
young.

I decide to ascend higher
into the thunderous clouds. I go through them, being soaked by the
precipitation, an interesting sensation from the actual rainfall. Once I�m above
the clouds I see the deep blue night sky and the surrounding stars. It is so
calm up here. Beneath me the storm still rages but not as loudly. There are a
few lighting flashes but they become distant as I continue to go higher.

As the air starts to get
thin I stop my ascent. I get in a sitting position and decide to meditate, which
I was unable to do earlier. If I cannot do any real training I ought to at least
center my energy.

The next day is more
favorable than the last. The storm had completely cleared out and except for the
mud filled lawn nothing is wanting. I trained soon after my meditation, which
lasted three hours. Once I got back down to the ground, the clouds had all but
dissipated. I haven�t had any sleep since the night before, but I am more alert
than ever and don�t need to rest at all.

It is now noon and blond
onna has just finished serving me lunch. She leaves to go watch her soaps�I
think that�s what she said. But anyway, I�m in the kitchen eating her delicious
food and with every bite I mourn the fact that such scrumptious tastes shall not
grace my tongue for two weeks.

Onna comes upstairs from
her basement lab. She isn�t talking to me. I guess I really pissed her off last
night. At breakfast it was amusing to see her try to avoid my gaze. So now she
continues that ridiculous precedent and ignores me still as she opens the
refrigerator. She peers inside, gracing me with a nice profile of her ass. I
watch her intently to see if she�ll cave in and look at me, or at least attempt
to insult. But she says nothing as she takes out a can of ginger ale. She pops
the top and takes a sip then leaves.

I have to admit I don�t
like her silence. I know what I have to do to get her to talk to me�actually
there are two options: kindness and cruelty and only one of them do I like to
affect.

It is moments later when
I finish eating that I go into the refrigerator to take out a can of iced tea.
In this instance the doorbell rings. I wonder what ass decides to stop by this
time. I go to the kitchen doorway and look towards the living room. The onna
opens it to let in� her annoying mate. Didn�t he just come by yesterday? Why
can�t he just go somewhere and die? I know that�s an immature thought but I
can�t help but hate his lousy guts.

I go back into the
kitchen and lean against the counter. I tune out as much of their conversation
as possible.

A few minutes later and
on my third can of ice tea, the onna comes in carrying a bouquet of red roses
and a heart shaped red box. A broad smile adorns her face as she giggles
mirthfully. Her azure eyes light up brightly, almost like when she is angry,
only difference is it doesn�t look like blue flames. I�ve never seen her so damn
happy and I never thought her being like this would cause her eyes to sparkle
brightly.

Is this all because of
her unfaithful mate? How revolting that she would be so happy to see his
cheating ass. And even more revolting that she has never been so happy to see
me. Hn, but even so, I can get her riled up and angry like no other. Damn baka.

�Hey Vegeta,� Bulma says,
completely forgetting that she isn�t supposed to be talking to me. �Why are you
so upset?� She sets her things on the counter.

�I am not,� I say
tersely. I never like her to assume things about me.

�Yeah right,� she says
filling a vase with tap water, �you look pretty pissed off to me.�

I always look pretty
pissed off, so why is now any different? �Then perhaps it�s because you�re
bothering me.�

�I doubt� you had that
scowl on your face before I spoke to you.�

�Perhaps I�m plotting
your demise� let�s see, how can I kill Onna without alerting her precious
Son-kun��

�Okay, okay,� she says,
taking the hint that I don�t want to be interrogated by her today. She continues
with her task by unwrapping the roses from their paper and begins to place them
in the vase decoratively. I go back to drinking my ice tea.

�Ouch!� she exclaims.

I look her way to see
what is wrong. She�s clutching her finger as a bead of blood seeps out.

�Sheesh! That hurts.�
These humans are so weak it is just hilarious. �What�s so funny?� she says
sucking her finger.

�It�s just a little
prick,� I say, smirking.

�I�d like to see a thorn
prick you,� she says, attempting not to give in to my contagious amusement but
smiles despite herself, �then we�ll see how funny it is.� I can�t help smile at
the absurdity of what she just said. Her eyes widen as if in surprise and then
she smiles too but sensibly. �I guess a thorn couldn�t do you much harm, huh?
Well I guess I�ll have to figure out something that can make you scream.�

�You would amaze me if
you ever pull that off.� The little vixen, I wonder what�s going on in that mind
of hers.

�Hmm� I think I�ll do
that, Veggie,� she says, �I�ll find a way to make you scream.�

�Don�t call me that,� I
say; but if she wants me to scream, I�ll gladly do it for her.

�But �Veggie� suits you
so well.� She smirks as she put the rest of the roses into the vase.

I glare at her, not
wanting her to think she can give me pet names. �Never again, woman.�

�Very well,� she says
dismissively as she places the vase on the table, �I�m not in the habit of
irritating you when you�re already upset about something.�

�I told you before that
I�m not.�

�And I said �yeah
right��you can�t fool me with that mask you use to shield your emotions. I know
you�re pissed off about something. But if you insist on keeping it to yourself,
I won�t prod.� She smiles.

I have to admit, I love
it when she smiles and I say nothing in response.

�Here, have a chocolate.�

She opens that heart
shaped box and hands it to me. I am a bit surprised; I didn�t know that
chocolate was inside. Blonde onna usually buys me the ones in rectangular boxes,
so this is odd but I�m not complaining.

�I would eat them myself
but I�m trying to watch my figure.�

�Why?� I ask taking one
and popping it in my mouth.

��Cause I don�t want to
gain too much weight�I think I have enough as it is.� And she laughs.

I look at her wryly.
Stupid onna, why the hell would she think that? She�s absolutely perfect.

�What? You don�t think
so?�

�Think what?� I turn to
see the weakling fornicator come in the kitchen.

�Oh nothing,� Onna says
going over to him as her face lights up. �The roses are lovely, thanks.�

The weakling fornicator
puts his hands at her waist. �I�m glad you like them,� he says, then turned to
look at me, �hey Vegeta, how�s it going?�

The fucker hasn�t learned
yet, has he? I glared at him, willing him to see that I hate his guts.

�He�s fine,� onna says
smiling at me. I can tell she wants me to scowl less if not smile at all, so l
soften my expression.

�Hn.�

The weakling fornicator
smiles guilelessly then looked at his mate. �Come.� And he takes her hand,
leading her out the door.

�Where are we going?�

�It�s a surprise.�

�Okay,� she says
following her unfaithful mate out the house. �Bye Vegeta.�

I can hear their
footsteps outside then the rumbling sound of weakling fornicator�s cruiser
starting up. A minute later and they�re gone.

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