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Royal Namekian Blues	By : Polymer Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 6332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Royal Namekian Blues II

By StarbearerTM

Another What if A/U

Rating PG13 for language and implied mature content. No lemon though, just a citrus twist.

Disclaimer: I don't' own Dragon Ball Z, Toriyama does, and Funimation. I don't get rich or make any money, and this means no harm to the anime or manga. It is fan fiction.

Summary: If Trunks was conceived a little before his future self returned because Bulma and Vegeta mated and met on Namek as in the previous story? Also, suppose what may happen if when Future Trunks arrived, Goku did not come within the two to three hour time span? Who would be left to tell about the Androids?

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Chapter 6

Over the next three months, Vegeta found ways of making himself busy, apart from training in the wilderness around West Central City. When he wasn't spending it with Bulma, pestering and puttering with her in her lab, he was testing new power levels in his anxious wait for Goku. Two weeks passed during which he shared his knowledge of Saiyan space engineering with the Woman so she could give her father the boost he needed to finish his experimental Capsule crafts. Months of work were completed in mere days thanks to Vegeta, and the Briefs were stunned at his technical skills. Not to mention Bulma, who was shocked that someone so deadly a fighter could be so creative an inventor. It had been the Prince who'd suggested a superior alloy to line the chamber of Capsule 3 in order to convert it to his personal trainer. Within a few weeks they had it up and running.

Vegeta had been thrilled beyond words, although he expressed it in his usual grunt. Within the last three months, Bulma had deciphered his personal code of snorts and mumbling. Between making love to her Prince at night and waking to plunge into lab work she felt happier than she had in years. Most of the time Vegeta trained with a new series of hypergravity resistant bots, bouncing his own ki balls off them like a wild game of pinball. From one bot to the next his ki ball would ricochet so he could throw a greater force against it.

Unfortunately the whirlwind of joy had not lasted for long when Vegeta announced he was going to go find Goku in space. Initially he'd wanted to leave that first night, but delays in adapting capsule 4 set those plans back a month or so. His flights would be sporadic weekend jaunts to test the new rocket fuel he helped Dr. Briefs develop. During one of the quick jaunts Bulma had suggested Vegeta should publish his research and get it patented so he could derive his own personal source of income. It severely hampered his pride that he had nothing to offer her as her Prince in the way of wealth.

Slowly the trips were increased in length so Vegeta would spend up to an entire week skimming the solar system for any sign of Goku. Expanding his ki sensing to the maximum level he desperately cast his net in the hopes of glimpsing a flicker of Kakkarot's powers. While waiting, he would dodge meteorites as part of his regiment while flipping from one to the other in zero G. Sometimes he would skim past Jupiter and use its gravity well to test his newfound attacks in a strong field of weight.

Two weeks ago he had set out on his longest trip. Bulma obviously missed him badly, for she locked herself in the lab for hours on end, only stopping to eat or drink. Although Dr. Briefs was very pleased that Capsule 3 worked so well, and that the new houseguest had volunteered to test Capsule 4 he was worried about Bulma during these times. He had to admit he was nervous about the Prince of wherever, and yet was pleasantly surprised when Vegeta had insisted on taking it up into orbit to look for Bulma's friend Goku. Just why she expected him to come from space was beyond him, but he knew better than to question anything where the Z fighters were concerned. One thing to him was certain, that his daughter was closely infatuated with the new houseguest. Vegeta's dedication to his fighting and space piloting suitably impressed the scientist. So when Bunny would drop hints about catching the young couple in the act, he warmed to the idea that his daughter had all but forgotten Yamucha and moved onto a much more desirable suitor.

Bulma and Vegeta at first elected to keep their mating bond a secret till their parents were more comfortable with Vegeta's constant presence. Fortunately both of Bulma's parents were aloof enough to keep well out of Bulma's private life in the bedroom. Or so he thought. Bunny was very much aware of the fact that Vegeta's bed had not been slept in every night, rather her daughter's room was the choice place for their nocturnal Olympics.

One day, Dr. Briefs exited his lab to fetch himself a cup of coffee. He sneaked a glance at Bulma who was sitting in the kitchen humming to herself. For some reason, Bulma's stomach seemed to be bothering her much lately. Bunny had expressed concerns regarding Bulma's strange appetites, insisting that Bulma may be pregnant. Dr. Briefs chalked it up to Bunny's insanity, and ignored half of what his wife said at the breakfast table. What he noticed was the sad thoughtful look on his daughter's face as she locked herself in the lab and worked feverishly on the GR for Vegeta.

"It's not natural. That girl needs to take a break," said Bunny. "She misses her young man so much�"

"She takes after me in that regard. She's been working on that GR for ages. I hope she remembers that she has friends asking about her�" he mumbled. "What was THAT about a young man?"

"The prince you silly!" Mrs. Briefs said, tugging on his cheek. She carried a tray with several mugs and a teakettle.

"Oh? You mean my new test pilot? I guess our little princess has been pretty sad since he took off� are you seriously thinking that�"

"Honey, it's so romantic isn't it? Our daughter's finally in love," Bunny cooed.

"Wouldn't it be about TIME she decided to settle down and give us some grandchildren?" Dr. Briefs chuckled. "I wouldn't mind teaching a few young scientists a little about the family business�"

"Oh I can just IMAGINE how lovely their babies will be� I'm going to have to dig out those old wedding plans�" Bunny giggled, giving Dr. Briefs a hug and a kiss that sent him reeling.

Bulma barely noticed her mother and father just outside. Nevertheless she did hear the faint rattle of china indicating her mother was bringing her a cup of much needed tea into the laboratory. Momentarily Bulma glanced over at the seat across the lab bench. She could imagine Vegeta sitting there disputing various schemes for the hyper gravity chamber she was developing. Together they had spent long nights debating and arguing over modifications of her father's initial designs.

"Vegeta, come back soon. I miss you so much," Bulma whispered, putting down her soldiering iron. She stared through the window of the laboratory to the sky beyond, praying that Vegeta could somehow hear her. If she closed her eyes and concentrated hard enough she could feel his presence as if he were right nearby. Sometimes she could even sense what he was thinking or feeling at a particular moment. To her that seemed as natural as breathing. Ever since they had first made love on Namek she had glimpses of his past, his thoughts of the present, and hopes for the future.

She readjusted the yellow scarf she came to wear so often. Bulma had a whole drawer full of scarves in various colors and patterns of silk. Never would she go without wearing something around her neck to conceal the mark that denoted her as the mate of the Prince of Saiyans. While fingering her scarf and staring out into space, she felt a sudden burst of excitement. Blue eyes popped open wide and a smile spread over her somber face.

"He's coming back," Bulma grinned, leaping up from her lab bench and dancing out into the hallway. She waltzed past her mother carrying the tea tray.

"Bulma sweetie what's gotten into you?"

"My prince is coming back mom!" Bulma giggled like a schoolgirl. She stopped before her mother, folding her hands just to the side of her chin.

"Oh my, I'd better put some coffee on� I know he always likes a cup right when he walks in� and you'd better get him a fresh change of clothes ready� and a nice HOT shower," Bunny winked.

"Mother!" Bulma squealed, flushing bright pink. "What if he doesn't like the new shirt I got him?"

"Come on dear! He'll love the fact that it's the LATEST fashion, and the lettering on the back is SO him�" Bunny giggled. Bulma scooped up the cup of tea and sipped it as she nodded to her mother.

"There's so much to do� I'm gonna go make sure that there's a change of fresh sheets and towels on our� his bed�" she stammered. Bunny winked at her daughter, her own heart leaping at the hope of grandchildren.

***

Minutes later, Bulma pushed her way into the bathroom. She knelt before the porcelain bowl and offered up her breakfast to the swirling water. Gasping she hugged her stomach. "Oh my!" her mother gasped, pushing the door open. "Are you all right?"

"I feel� sick� I HATE this," Bulma groaned.

"Again dear? This is the third time this week�" Bunny said. "If I were you I'd use this�"

"Mom, a PREGNANCY TEST?" Bulma squealed as her mother pushed a pink box into her hand.

"I've noticed your cravings� just like I was when I was expecting you� it's so exciting�"

"Mother� I� it's embarrassing�" Bulma swallowed, letting her mother hand her a washcloth to mop herself off with. She tossed the pregnancy test on the counter while Bunny helped her to sit on the side of the tub.

"Sweetie, I know you love him," Bunny said. "And there's NOTHING wrong with it. How do you think YOU got here�"

"Come on Mom� it's just so sudden�"

"I know you two are together� and if there's anything you need, you know where to find us. Your father will be SO thrilled�"

"Mom, chill� I need to take the test first� and I'm just hoping he'll be happy�"

"I hope he marries you sweetie� there's still plenty of time before you start showing� I didn't till my third month�" Bunny smiled, rubbing Bulma's abdomen.

"Please Mom� it's embarrassing� I mean I AM married�" she blurted out.

"Oh, when and where? Did you two elope?"

"We got married according to his planet's customs� where he comes from it's private," Bulma whispered, blushing profusely. "I don't know if he'd want a huge public wedding� we've been keeping it a secret� because I was afraid you and daddy wouldn't like him�"

"Dear I already KNEW you two were together. After all, why else do you have that LARGE hickey on your neck you're always trying to hide," Bunny giggled.

"Busted," Bulma groaned.

***

Down at the front gate, a young visitor walked through as the Guard waved him on. "Go on ahead Mr. Yamucha. It's been a while since we've seen you!"

"I'm here to visit Miss Briefs," Yamucha smiled. Wearing a white shirt and black pants, he carried a bouquet of fresh pink flowers in one hand. Under his left arm he tucked a box of her favorite chocolates along with engineering magazines tied with a pink bow.

"Well it's none of my business sir, but it seems you've been keeping yourself scarce lately," the guard whispered.

"Oh, I was just out on a VERY long trip� is she here?"

"I'll call to let her know�"

"Oh no, don't do that� I'll just let myself in� I know the way�" Yamucha laughed. "After all I live here almost�"

"Go right in. Your code's still active," said the Guard. Yamucha flashed his winning baseball smile while he rushed down the driveway.

While he rushed to the front door, he thought about the way he'd returned just a few days ago. Quickly he brushed off the blonde hairs next to the lipstick stain on his collar. They bore evidence to the girl who'd found him sitting in her tree after he'd been wished back from the dead. Then he'd hitched a ride in the girl's air car and thanked her for taking him back so he could get some clothes and come here. The guard had admitted the youth as a matter of course. Around Capsule, Yamucha was considered almost as one of the family, because he lived there most of the time. Naturally he'd return after he'd been at Master Roshi's.

"The Namekians must have gone home," he thought, surprised not to see the tables and chairs set out with bottles of water that Krillen had described. One of the first things he'd done after thanking the woman for her kindness was to call his old Z mates at Kame. They'd been thrilled to catch up with him coming back to life, and rapidly filled him in on happenings. However when he asked how Bulma was, all he got was awkward chuckles from his buddy. Today, though he was supposed to meet Krillen and Oolong at a small get together Bulma had announced.

"She's having a few friends over� she says there's something she wants to tell us," Krillen had said. Yamucha reached the front door, transferring the flowers to one hand. He held up the piece of paper he'd scribbled Krillen's message on. "Let's see� he said that he and Oolong would be there by three� won't Bulma be surprised to see me�" he grinned. It had been his idea to show up unannounced, and insisted Krillen not tell Bulma he was coming. Reluctantly Krillen agreed to this.

"Bulma, sweetheart?" Yamucha asked as he knocked at the front door. Would Bulma be angry or sad? He wasn't sure but he was stealing himself for the worst. Under his arm he carried her favorite chocolates, and a new set of engineering magazines. When nobody answered, he typed in his access code. The door clicked open and he strode into the vast house.

"Hello? Bulma? Briefs san? Bunny?" he called. "Anybody?"

"Yamucha!" squeaked a voice as Puar leapt on him and almost knocked him over.

"Puar! Where were you hiding?" he asked, hugging his faithful sidekick.

"It's been ages we were SO worried! You're alive!" the shape shifting cat squeaked as Yamucha scratched her behind the ears. "You look all dressed up!"

"Have you seen Bulma? Is she all right?"

"I think so� but she's been up in her room an awfully long time� and the Nameks�"

"Nameks? They went back right?"

"Yes that's right�" Puar squeaked.

"Where's Bulma and the gang?"

"Up on the balcony� Oolong's already here� but we had no idea YOU were back� where were you and why didn't you call?" Puar lamented.

"I wanted to catch her by surprise� are they on Bulma's balcony? The one with that way cool gas grill?"

"She is Yamucha, but there's someone else you should know who's here before you�"

"Bulma?" Yamucha called as he rushed past Puar and tore through the house. He raced upstairs, glancing around. There was no sign of her in her room, so he rushed to the one right next to hers, where he had been staying. He kicked the door open with his foot and walked inside. Piles of workout clothes and baseball togs were littering the floor. A baseball and mitt sat on the bedside table, while various magazines borrowed from Master Roshi were stacked on top of his TV/VCR.

"Might as well get a vase to put these in and wow her," he said, digging through the piles. Finding one he dusted it off and went to fill it with water.

***

Emerging from his room with the flowers, he rushed over to the next door down. He straightened his hair as he knocked on the door. From behind it he heard voices and laughter. "Yamucha� you really should know that�"

"Later Puar� I'm busy!" Yamucha waved her away. "Hello? Anybody there?"

"Bulma? Yamucha's here!" Puar called.

The door swung open, revealing a very shocked Bulma standing in the doorway. "Yamucha? When did YOU get back� what a� surprise�" she stammered.

"Bulma Yamucha's here!" Puar squeaked. "He's worried sick!"

"Babe!" he cried, hugging her and kissing her on the lips. "I was wondering where you were!"

"Yamucha� wait� what�" Bulma stammered, pushing him away.

"Just come by to see my girl," he laughed, shoving the flowers into her hands. "Did you miss me�"

"Yes� but you have to know something," Bulma spluttered as he kissed her again. "Why didn't you CALL? I didn't expect you� this is just so sudden�"

She glared at Puar, who squeaked, "I tried to tell him but�"

"I'm so GLAD to see you, I could eat you alive!" Yamucha laughed, grabbing her up and swinging her around her room.

"Yamucha, put me down this instant! You're going to make me SICK!" Bulma protested.

"Oh sorry, got carried way� I'm just so glad to see you, baby�" Yamucha laughed. He set her down and wrapped his arms around her to kiss her.

"Yamucha stop�" Bulma snapped, squirming in his arms. "Enough already� we have to talk about something VERY important that happened when you were gone�"

"Later sweetheart. Where's that mother of yours? I'm famished! How was Namek?"

"It was� dangerous. And I almost got killed and why didn't you fucking call for three months and now you have the nerve to show up�" Bulma yelled at him.

"Aww Bulma give me a break," he said as he walked quickly with her following behind him. "I got tied up and landed in some girl's front yard� I mean I�"

"WHAT?"

"I mean I had to hitch a ride, and I came back here when I stopped by the florists� these are your favorites right?"

"Jerk you know I'm on a diet!" Bulma snapped as he pushed the chocolates into her hand. "I need to TALK To you!"

"Bulma, what's going on?" came Oolong's voice from the balcony. Krillen glanced at Yamucha standing there in Bulma's room.

"Yamucha, did you just show up here bro?" Krillen laughed as he rushed in from the sliding glass door across Bulma's main sitting room. A sofa and television graced one corner to the left of the glass doors leading to the patio. Yamucha and Krillen embraced like two long lost brothers. Slapping one another on the backs they chattered like monkeys.

"Hey there buddy!" Yamucha laughed. "Isn't this GREAT the whole GANG's together�"

"Guys, EXCUSE me!" Bulma interrupted, clapping her hands. "I think I was right in the middle of�"

"Come on Bulma, I only just GOT here and there's SO much to catch up on," Yamucha complained, turning from Krillen.

"Took you long enough to get your butt here," Oolong complained, standing just inside the glass patio doors. "There's a whole cooler stacked with beer. When the hell did you get brought back to life? And why weren't any of us let in on it? Considering what's been shaking lately�"

"You old perv� where's Master Roshi?" Yamucha laughed. Bulma snorted with exasperation, and stamped her feet.

"FINE you don't want to talk, you'll find out soon enough what's been going on since you've been gallivanting off," she snorted, turning around and stalking out onto the balcony.

***

Krillen and Yamucha walked out to the porch, where Bulma was tossing shish kabobs onto the grill. Oolong had the barbecue sauce out already, sipping on a beer just to the left of the grill. Yamucha sat down on Oolong's right, while Krillen took the seat across from the pig. That left a chair open for Bulma right next to the grill.

"How about some of that special sauce? It's hot�" Yamucha asked, grabbing the bottle of barbecue sitting on the folding card table in front of him. Krillen tossed him a beer from the cooler at his feet. From the balcony they had a panoramic view of West City for miles.

"Humph, you're not interested in what I have to say, so why should I get you anything?" Bulma sniffed, turning her back to Yamucha. She grabbed several plates and loaded them with food.

"Good Grief are you feeding an army? Why's all this food out? You'd think that Goku was coming over!"

Everyone glared at Yamucha. "Nice move, bozo," Oolong griped.

"Hey, I know that he's been missing but I heard that his Royal Highness was searching for him in space. I heard Vegeta got wished back, but man� looking for Goku?" Yamucha laughed.

"Well he's coming back soon, because he's running out of fuel," Bulma said with a smirk. "And maybe he'll have good news."

"Since when did you care whether his Royal Pain in the ass was coming or going?" Yamucha lifted an eyebrow. He cracked open his Budweiser, chugging half the can.

"Well� let's just say that Vegeta's� been making himself at home�" commented Krillen. Puar squeaked and Bulma opened her mouth to say something.

"Speaking of," Bulma said.

***

Just then, a thundering crash shook the house. Everyone gasped, dropping their plates and cans while the windows rattled. "What the HELL was that?" Yamucha exclaimed, picking himself up off the floor. His chair had tipped backwards, spilling him rudely so his feet were in the air.

"Oh man this is just great�" Krillen groaned. "As if this day couldn't get any worse�"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I kinda forgot to mention it, but Gohan was sensing something pretty weird� and at first I thought it was his imagination but�"

"Never mind THAT� he's back�" Bulma gasped, rushing towards the sliding door.

"Uh uh, wait here� I don't know about you, but I'm not so thrilled I wanna have you get in the way of whatever caused that explosion," Yamucha said, pushing her lightly out of his way. He rushed out through her bedroom.

"Wait a minute you idiot� I know who it is�"

"Should we?" Krillen asked, glancing at Oolong.

"Nah, let 'em figure it out. This is better than a soap opera," the shape shifting pig laughed. "Pass me some of those barbecue chips�"

"You're impossible� don't you CARE that Yamcuha's gonna get the SHOCK of his life when he finds out WHO that is?" Krillen demanded.

"Well it was YOUR fault you didn't let Bulma know Yamucha was dropping in!" Oolong said.

"Oh dear� oh dear," Puar squealed, flitting through the doors after Bulma.

***

Bunny Briefs screamed, and then stood shaking in the front yard. From behind her, Yamucha rushed frantically up to see where she was pointing and waiving. A smoking crater filled the front grass, kicking up a pile of dirt in a semicircle. Capsule 4 lay partly on its side, steaming from the impact.

"Oh MY!" cried Mrs. Briefs. "The ship� it's returned!"

"What the hell is going on?" Yamucha asked as he rushed out on the front lawn.

"The spaceship's back� he'll want his coffee�" Bunny said, nervously pouring several cups. "But I don't think you should stand there just yet�"

"Mrs. Briefs, stay back," Yamucha exclaimed, flipping over and landing on both feet between her and the slowly opening hatch ten yards from the pathway.

"It's Vegeta� he was looking for Goku!" Puar said.

"VEGETA? He was HERE? Puar, WHEN?"

"He took the craft two weeks ago� Bulma said�"

"What was he doing here?" Yamucha demanded.

"Maybe� I should make some coffee?" Mrs. Briefs said, trembling as she poured tea all over herself.

"Stay BACK! If that monster comes close� I'll�" Yamucha snapped. "Bulma, STAY inside!"

"What� Excuse me!" Bulma yelled.

"Puar, keep her inside!" Yamucha yelled. The purple cat flitted back and forth, squealing in confusion and frustration.

***

As the door slid open, a very annoyed Vegeta stumbled out the hatch. He peered around at the reception committee on the lawn. His eyes rested on the new arrival standing between him and Bunny Briefs. She waved up to him, trembling with fear as she laughed, while the weakling humanoid he'd smelled in the room next to Bulma's rushed into view. Yamucha was what he called her; one of the Earth's Special Forces and a challenge to Vegeta's territory. A small frown crept over the Prince's features. This insult could not go unpunished.

"Yoo-hoo! You're back! Do you want some coffee?" Bunny waved.

"Stay BACK!" Yamucha shouted, pushing past Bulma's mother. "Vegeta, what are you doing here?"

His hands formed fists as Yamucha swung into a defensive stance. Dark eyes in his scarred face twisted in anger. Vegeta smelled fear and outrage on the rival male posturing in his rightful territory. Why had Bulma permitted this loser on the grounds? Unless Yamucha had somehow harmed her. Whatever the case, he needed to assert his dominance and quickly. Flipping over, Vegeta landed right in front of the human male. He rested his hands on his hips, and glared up at the Z fighter.

"I should ask you the same thing, loser," Vegeta said gruffly. He raised two fingers on his right hand, letting a small spark of blue ki spark at their tips.

"What do you WANT?" Yamucha snapped his back leg tensing. He raised both hands, flickering with a low level of ki that made Vegeta laugh with disgust.

"I failed to find Kakkarot� but pounding YOU might be JUST the therapy I need," said Vegeta, increasing the power at his gloved fingertips. He advanced on Yamucha, who quickly backed away.

"Now HOLD on� don't be hasty� you were looking for Goku?" Yamucha panted.

"Did I stutter, you moron? I was looking for Kakkarot! Have YOU seen him?" Vegeta barked. A fizzling zap crackled just before Yamucha's face, only startling him, nothing more.

"Wait� you were looking for GOKU? No� I haven't seen him�" spluttered Yamucha shocked that Vegeta had actually gone in search of his rival.

"Shit, I was afraid of that. But I suppose that you'll have to do, weakling," said Vegeta. "Considering you're trespassing where you're not wanted�"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Yamucha yelled. "I LIVE here!"

"Not for long, you low life piece of trash," said Vegeta with a grin.

Bunny's knees shook at the gleaming blue energy surging around Vegeta's fist. Equally as threatening was the way in which Yamucha was crossing both wrists in front of his chest. Golden energies crackled into a flat disc separating him from the advancing Prince.

Bulma opened the front door, gasping in horror at the scene before her. Vegeta and Yamucha were facing off, ready to let off a series of explosions. She swallowed hard, knowing she had to act quickly. Taking a deep breath she raced across the lawn towards them. Puar hovered nearby, squealing with fear.

"Hey! Boys!" Bulma cried. "What the hell is that horrible smell?"

"Bulma, stay back!" Yamucha cried, as she pushed past him and rushed up to Vegeta.

"So, mind telling me what this clown is doing here?" he asked, resting his hands on his hips. "I understand that he hasn't seen Kakkarot� so I don't think he has much of a point in BEING here�"

"Vegeta, don't be a twerp� he showed up unexpected," Bulma said, standing less than six inches in front of the prince. She poked a finger on his armored chest. To Yamucha and Puar's surprise, Vegeta lowered his hand to reabsorb the ki back into his glove.

"Humph," Vegeta answered, flustered because of the fact he'd missed her, and that she'd permitted this fool to even come close.

"First things first, you boys have to play nice in the house� don't go throwing energy bolts around� got it? That means you too, Yamucha!"

"Bulma what the HELL are you�"

"Language! You behave yourself!" Bunny stammered.

"I suppose you have some explanation for this, onna," Vegeta snorted, resting his hands on his hips.

"Well I don't know about YOU but you need a BATH, bud! You're all dirty, as usual," she said, motioning to him. "Or are you going to be impolite in front of a lady? Such manners!"

"Now wait a damn minute!" Vegeta snorted, clenching his fist.

"C'mon now� are you waiting for the red carpet or what?" she teased, winking at him. She turned around and motioned to him.

"Of all the impertinence� that's NO way to greet the Prince of�" he snarled. "Give me a fucking BREAK!"

"Bath, now, your Highness!" Bulma motioned. "This way�"

"I'm going to get you for this� LATER," Vegeta grumbled under his breath, stomping after her.

"Am I seeing things?" Yamucha gaped, watching as Vegeta stomped off after Bulma. Like a frustrated child being led to detention he clenched his fists at his side and walked with his head slightly bowed. Disbelief filled his face, leaving unanswered questions in the young man's mind.

"Vegeta's totally at her mercy," Puar squeaked.

"Uh huh� I can't believe� she just bossed him around and survived� what the HELL did I miss?" Yamucha murmured. He blinked, pinching himself to see if he wasn't dreaming.

"Would you like lemon with your tea?" Mrs. Briefs asked, pushing a cup into his hand. Mumbling Yamucha followed her in a daze.

***

Out on the veranda Oolong sat underneath the shade of an umbrella, while Krillen leaned back sipping on a grape soda. Both of them saw Yamucha stumbling in a daze through the sliding door, while Bunny glanced over his shoulder.

"Here they are� why don't you sit down with the rest of your little friends and Bulma will be RIGHT with you," Bunny suggested.

"Where's Vegeta?" Yamucha asked. "IS he�"

"Taking a shower I guess," said Mrs. Briefs. "Sit down and have some tea! I didn't expect so many people� I'll have to make sure there's plenty to barbecue�"

She disappeared, while Yamucha flopped into the chair directly across from Oolong. Both he and the pig were sideways with respect to the sliding glass door, while Krillen had his back to it. They shook their heads, unsure of what to say next. Puar drifted over and sat near Oolong.

"Okay, someone want to TELL me what the HELL is Vegeta doing here?" asked Yamucha, combing his fingers through his hair violently.

"Oh man have YOU been out of it," Oolong laughed. He chugged on a freshly opened can of beer.

"I just GOT here, guys," he snorted, grabbing the beer that Puar handed him. "Unlike SOME people!"

"Well let's just say things have changed a little�" Krillen blinked nervously.

"How so?"

"Tell him about the dream Bulma told you about� where she saw the Prince of major pain?" laughed Oolong. "What sucked is I wanted DETAILS and she left out the good part!"

"Uh, Oolong I don't think that's the right time to bring that up�" Puar squealed.

"DREAM? Bulma was dreaming about VEGETA?" Yamucha exploded. "What the FUCK is going on here?"

"Wouldn't you like to know studly?" Oolong laughed. "Are you jealous?"

"HELLO!" Yamucha yelled at him. "Excuse me if I don't FOLLOW�"

"There's a good reason why� I thought you told him!" Krillen glared at Puar.

"He didn't give me a chance!" Puar whined.

"Chance to what? Guys, stop bullshitting me!" Yamucha yelled.

"Um� why don't we ask Bulma to explain?" said Oolong with a grin. "I'm sure you'll get a kick out of this�"

"You're a jerk," Krillen said, glaring at him sidelong.

"Yamucha, we need to talk," said Bulma quietly, standing in the open door. Everyone turned to face her, blinking with various expressions ranging from shock to annoyance.

"Bulma, is it true� these clowns said you were dreaming about� VEGETA?" Yamucha exclaimed, sitting on the edge of his chair in anger.

"Yes," she blushed. "I wanted to talk to you about that, but you were being your usual annoying self� you didn't give me a chance to explain�"

"Bulma� level with me� was that maniac living here?" Yamucha demanded. Bulma wandered over to the grill and set a few plates nearby. She opened another folding char and set it next to the other near the grill. This forced Oolong to move over.

"Um maybe I'd better sit someplace else?" Krillen mumbled.

"No, this is the best view in the house," Oolong whispered to him. Krillen jabbed the pig in the belly with a snort.

"He had no other place to go, so I invited him to stay here with the Namekians� what was I supposed to do, let him sleep in the street?" she asked.

"But� he's�" Yamucha spluttered. He saw Bulma pilling several plates high with massive portions of food on a smaller side table; right in front of one of the new chairs she's unfolded. The implication was very clear. She had been expecting Vegeta all along, and the chair he'd sat in was meant not for Yamucha but the Prince.

"He's been behaving himself� strangely enough," said Puar.

"That's right. HE hasn't blown up anything� yet," Krillen shrugged. "Besides, he's more worried about finding Goku� that's where he's been for the past two weeks� up in space looking for him� till now�"

"I can't believe this�" Yamucha groaned.

***

"HEY! HELLO out there!"" came a distant voice. "Can you HEAR me?"

"Excuse me," Bulma said, pushing past Yamucha.

"I can hear you! I have a NAME! It's BULMA!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, hands on her hips.

"Fetch me a drying cloth! You forgot to put them OUT again!" Vegeta's voice echoed.

"Say please and I MIGHT consider it!" she yelled back.

"Grrr, forget it then!" was the reply. Yamucha slowly shook his head, blinking at Krillen. All of them had a ringside seat to this because they were just off Bulma's private balcony in the upstairs apartments. Unlike the rest of the rooms, it had its own enlarged spaces. IT dawned on them that Vegeta was in her private bathroom of all places.

"The one with the industrial strength spa shower," mumbled Oolong. "Nice�"

"What's he doing� in THERE?" Yamucha spluttered.

"Taking a shower, what do you think?" Krillen said with a chuckle.

"Stupid jerk can drip dry for all I care. Excuse me� this will only take a minute guys�" Bulma snorted, digging her fingers into her hips as she stood there impatiently. She tapped her foot, and cleared her throat a few times till the sounds of the shower ceased. Another series of shouts erupted from the bathroom beyond, causing everyone on the balcony to tremble in fear.

"Is this some kind of a JOKE?" Vegeta bellowed, his voice sounding closer. Oolong and Krillen exchanged glances, staring around Yamucha to see Vegeta's shadow pass across the half open door, visible over Bulma's shoulder.

"I think he found the new outfit I got him," Bulma said matter of fact.

"Wait, you got him an outfit?" Yamucha asked. "You buy MY clothes!"

"Not the pink shirt Bulma!" Krillen said quietly. "You really don't think he's going to wear THAT do you?"

"What the HELL is this all about, onna? You'd better have a GOOD explanation for this, or else I'll�" Vegeta shouted, his voice clearer this time.

"It's called FASHION, your Highness? And I thought since you're ROYALTY you'd APPRECIATE The finer things this planet has to offer!" Bulma called back. "OR do you want to run around nude!"

"You vulgar, low class�" Vegeta snarled. "Fine then�"

"This is just� unreal," Yamucha muttered weakly, sinking into a chair.

"Are you gonna drink that?" Oolong asked, pointing to his beer.

"Nope I need it more than you do," Yamucha said with a sigh. He lifted the can and chugged half of it in one gulp.

"These garments are PINK! I'm a warrior� not some variety of fucking FLOWER!!!" Vegeta shouted, storming out in full view of the patio doorway in his new clothes. Pink cloth stretched across his chest, revealing his muscular compact chest, while the yellow pants contoured his powerful thighs. Dampness still misted on his spiky hair. Puar and Oolong took one look and burst out laughing.

"I've seen it with my own eyes and I don't believe it. Vegeta in normal clothes�" Krillen laughed.

"Hey, it looks GREAT on you!" Bulma laughed, clapping her hands together.

"Why you� you�" he snarled. "I'm going to�"

Just then he sounded like some little kid who was furious because he was being picked on. If everyone weren't afraid for their lives they'd be giggling at the Prince ranting and throwing a tantrum worthy of a spoiled brat. Making a fist, he clenched his teeth and panted heavily. His chest heaved in and out under the pink cloth that was tightly but nicely stretched over his muscular chest. Hunching over, Vegeta trembled with rage and humiliation.

"You smell nice now," Bulma smiled, winking at him.

Oolong snickered, hiding his laughter but failed miserably. Puar spluttered next followed by Yamucha sitting back in his chair. Even Krillen joined in, unable to help himself because Vegeta seemed so� normal just then and there. Gone was the destroyer of worlds, replaced by a stuck up snob who was throwing a fit because he wasn't getting his way.

"Just like some lost kid," Krillen whispered to Yamucha, holding his sides because he was hurting from laughing so hard.

"I know� it's great� it's almost worth the pain he's going to inflict blasting us," Yamucha howled.

"I� this is� stop LAUGHING!" he yelled as he stormed up to her. "Shut up or I'll blast ALL of you!"

"Relax," Bulma said, moving quickly to his side and resting her hand on his shoulder. She gave it a gentle squeeze, blocking their view of him with her body. Her blue eyes fixed into his, willing him to be calm as they darted all over his muscular form.

"You�" he stammered. "This is ridiculous! I spend two weeks of my time looking for Kakkarot and THIS is the thanks I get?"

"You look gorgeous, Geta-chan. Forget what they think. They're not making fun of you," she whispered in his ear. "Now just relax and join us. I've got shish kabobs�"

"With those� losers?" Vegeta spluttered, pointing at them. "Especially THAT clown? Are you serious?"

"Vegeta, fighting all the time isn't fun. You have to relax and enjoy yourself. Come on� if you don't like it you can go train in your new GR. Just sit down and eat something� I know you're starving�" said Bulma, guiding him onto the porch. She took his hand in hers, walking him around to the empty chair just next to Oolong.

"Um, why don't you take this chair� I'll sit over here�" the pig stammered, getting up and dragging his chair around to Krillen's other side. This left Vegeta plenty of room to sit directly beside the grill.

"At least SOMEONE knows some manners," Vegeta grunted, settling himself in the empty chair. Bulma set down the plates of food piled high with the excess shish kabobs. Then she settled in the chair next to him, sneaking some of the food off his plate to nibble on.

"Yeah Vegeta, pull up a seat� tell us if you've seen Goku or not?" Krillen said. "You look cool�"

"You'd better not be bullshitting me, Baldie�" Vegeta glared at him.

"IT IS the latest fashion. I mean look at what he's wearing. At least you're not stuck in a pink Hawaiian shirt like Goku was� now that's terrible�" Yamucha blurted out, hoping to mollify Vegeta.

"Humph, I suppose as long as I don't look as ludicrous as Kakkarot does� but he'd better show up after all the trouble I went through! I sensed his ki� and something else that's pissing me off!" Vegeta grumbled.

"Wait with us and see," Bulma said, handing him a plate, and a freshly prepared milkshake.

"Thank you," Vegeta mumbled, not looking at her. She gave him a smile and nod, and Vegeta breathed deeply to center himself. Yamucha sighed deeply, glancing at Puar. His friend nodded sadly, not needing to say much more than what was painfully obvious. OR was it just Bulma being overly friendly so the Prince of Saiyans wouldn't blow them sky high?
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