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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 7: Fight
Me, Kakkarot!

Man! Vegeta is such
a prick this morning. I don�t know what the hell is wrong with him! I was having
such a lovely time with Yamcha when we had just woken up and then that asshole
had to interrupt us. How irritating! Well I shouldn�t be so surprised by all
this or even too angry. I can only guess something went awry in his training to
put him in such a foul mood. I just don�t want to be around when he�s so
irritable. But I guess it can�t be avoided since mom isn�t here. He�s expecting
me to have food for him three times a day.

How am I to manage
that? Especially with my full work schedule� I should have thought this through
yesterday instead of being so enwrapped in getting ready for my date. I know
I�ll be too busy to bother coming back here at noon for his highness�s lunch. I
did promise him I�ll order takeout but with me not being home I worry about him
scaring off the delivery guy like last time. The pour soul had the indecency of
delivering cold pizza. Needless to say Vegeta was not pleased.

I quickly come out
of my musing as I realize my boyfriend is talking to me. Hehehe� I hate it when
that happens and I try to hide my abashment by asking calmly: �What was that,
Yamcha?�

�You know I have a
game Friday,� he says, scooping up some scramble eggs.

�Yeah, but I don�t
know if I�ll be able to make it,� I reply, lounging myself languidly across my
chair, �If this new project proves to be as demanding as everyone suspects, I�ll
probably be staying after hours.�

�Don�t work so
hard; you should break for some relaxation�you are the boss until your
dad gets back.�

�Yeah, I guess,� I
say looking down at my plate, �I just don�t know if I should take advantage of
that�besides all eyes are on me, Dr. Brief�s gorgeous prodigy. When dad�s not
around I have to be out there doing my thing, y�know� till I take the
foreground. Besides this new silicon project is revolutionary and I want to make
it work�and as quickly as possible.�

�Yes, I was
listening last night�I didn�t forget. I just don�t want you to work insane hours
and not get any sleep. If you can afford to take a break here and there do it.
It�s better that you rest up rather than run yourself in the ground. You�ve done
it before�I should know.�

�I�m not that bad,
am I?� I smile slightly embarrassed by the truth of it. I�m delighted, though,
that he�s taking interest in my life again. It has been a while since he�s been
concerned. I just wonder how long it will last. �Girl, don�t be so pessimistic,�
my mind tells me.

�Well enough about
me�you got practice today, then you have a photo shoot with Sport Illustrated.
Looks like you have a fun day planned.�

�Yeah, I guess,� he
says, lightly chuckling. I know he�s giddy about the photo shoot. Who wouldn�t
be? Now he�ll have even more girl fans ogling all over him. I�m not happy with
that at all but I suppress a frown and smile broadly as he continues. �I just
wonder when I�ll be getting any training in. I�m supposed to go see Krillin at
Master Roshi�s tomorrow. Maybe we�ll be able to spar some.�

�Well I sure hope
so,� I say, a little worried at the thought. �You can never prepare enough for
those androids.�

�Hahahahahaaa,�
comes snide laughter I recognize all too well�not that there would be any other
candidate to think of since we are the only ones home. Yamcha and I both look
towards the doorway. Vegeta is standing with his arms crossed, head held high.
�Don�t get your hopes up, onna. I doubt this weakling can tip the scales for the
upcoming battle.�

�Hey! What�s that
supposed to mean?� Yamcha says, getting up to tower over the prince, obviously not liking the implication. Too bad he doesn�t realize Vegeta�s only
baiting him�I suppose our little squabble earlier was insufficient.

�My, aren�t we
quick this morning,� the ouji mocks, �It means you ought not to train at all.
Why you might as well play with cue ball and the pervert all day tomorrow
because no amount of training is going to help your pathetic hide.�

I do not like where
this is going and won�t stand for his insults while I�m around especially ones
directed at my boyfriend. He should to be taught to treat people with respect
and I think I�ll give him a lesson. �Oh don�t mind him, Yamcha. He�s just pissed
off �cause he�s failed to become Super Saiyan countless times. At this rate
he�ll never be able to catch up to Goku.� I laugh derisively, knowing the prince
will take this harder than any of the slurs I gave him earlier.

�Watch it onna! I�m
the Saiya-jin no Ouji! I will surpass Kakkarot! And I will become��

�Shut up you jerk!�
I bolt up out of my seat. �We don�t have time for your stupid speeches about
what you think you will do. Keep your silly delusions to yourself.� I
gasp right after the words fall from my mouth. I didn�t want to hear one of his
annoying tirades again; my only attempt is to shut him up but I didn�t mean to
be so flagrantly insulting.

His eyes grow
colder and I realize I better hold my ground. I won�t show that I�m sorta, kinda
afraid right now.

�How dare
you!� Vegeta says angrily stepping closer to me. Thank god, the table is in
between us. �Worthless bitch! You don�t know a damn thing! I will become Super
Saiya-jin and after I eradicate that third class baka, be assured I will come
after you and your pathetic recreant of a mate!�

�Hey�� Yamcha
interjects, greatly offended. Notwithstanding, as the prince graces him with a
deathly glare my poor demented boyfriend starts to quake in fear. The stupid
fool! He should know better than to say anything to Vegeta when he�s this angry.
If he gets clobbered, it�s not my fault. �Bulma!� my mind yells at me. Well,
it�s not! Besides Vegeta probably won�t even bother beating him
senseless. He knows Goku will kick his ass anyway.

But as I look at
Vegeta�s visage, I begin to rethink my assumption. He is very angry and his eyes
are bearing into Yamcha�s as if he means to do him permanent damage. But the
thing that really bothers me is that Yamcha is quivering in fear! I know he�s
scared of the guy but damn! Must he show it? Vegeta feeds on this stuff and I
know he hates Yamcha more for this display.

�You disgust me,�
Vegeta says outright, after a moment of soul piercing scrutiny, his voice thick
with abhorrence. �Show some courage like your onna! You�re supposed to be a
warrior!� he sneers down at him. Though Yamcha is taller, he seems to be able to
pull it off with his upturned nose. �Pathetic,� he scoffs, �and you hope to
assist in the battle against the androids? You might as well crawl back under
the rock you came out of. Your meager assistance certainly won�t be needed!�

�Vegeta!� I
reprimand angrily.

Why that mean
asshole! Being the person that Vegeta is, he certainly does not try to empathize
other�s dispositions or personalities for then he�d have to be understanding.
Just because he was raised to be so cold-hearted and indifferent around others
doesn�t mean that others can do the same. The bastard infuriates me!

�You midget bully!
You don�t have to be so venomous!� I yell. �God dammit! Always trying to
intimidate people!�

�Yes, his protector
speaks�� he says in a calm voice but his eyes are still on my boyfriend. I know
he enjoys mocking Yamcha and he tries to every chance he gets but this is just
sad� I mean more so because of the truth of it. And it�s embarrassing�when your
boyfriend is one of earth�s special forces, to have to stand up for him like
this �cause he can�t do it himself.

�I�ve had enough
revulsion for one day.� And with that Vegeta turns on his heels with all the
grace of his regal lineage, which I begrudgingly admire, and leaves the kitchen
to go to� where else but the gravity chamber.

Once he�s gone I
can�t help but yell: �You can stop cowering now!�

Yamcha looks at me
sheepishly and flushing immensely. �Shut up,� he mutters.

�He won�t hurt you
or me�he knows Goku will not allow it, so get your bearings and be a man!� I
say, realizing I�m angrier with him than I thought. �Man! That was
embarrassing!�

�Come on Bulma, you
don�t have to rub it in, sheesh I get the picture.� His mortified expression
makes me feel bad, so I soften my annoyed look.

�Sorry, Yamcha�I
just don�t like him to think he can get away with bullying people. It�s even
worse when you give him the satisfaction.� I sigh and cup his face. �Sorry�I�m
just a bit pissed off. We had such a good morning going on till he interrupted
it.� I kiss him lightly then pull away, getting my plate. �Are you done with
breakfast?�

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

I lock the door to
the gravity chamber and walk over to the control console.

It is obvious he is
afraid of me and I cannot stand his expeditious response. The coward! One thing
I cannot deny is my admiration for the onna�s guts and nerve. When she wanted to
come see Frieza that day we felt his incoming power from outer space, I was
surprised. Though, I loathe her insolence towards myself, I realize she has more
bravery in her than that weakling could ever hope to acquire. The insignificant
bug wanted to just tuck tail and run that day. As I glared into his eyes a few
moments ago, I was utterly disgusted. She deserves better than that lowly slug.
Granted, I do enjoy being feared but face to face with another warrior, there
ought to be at least a front of bravery but that loser couldn�t even pull it
off. Where is his honor? His pride? The onna deserves far better than him.

I press a few
buttons and to start the gravity simulation.

But what is it to
me? I�m concerning myself too much with her. I have more important things to
focus on, such as concentration my energy so that I may excel. I cannot afford
to be sidetracked by that silly onna.

I�ve been very much
frustrated this morning. As the hours are passing by, nothing has changed while
I continue to train. It is only escalating, my anger and annoyance. Every time
thoughts of my past begin to invade my psyche, I push myself harder, trying to
distract my mind with my exertions. It will work if I can just keep it up.

The training bots
deflect my ki beams and I hastily dodge them or blast them away. I am very
successful for a time, till two beams simultaneously come my way. Not having
much time to evade, I draw my arms up to protect my face as I erect a ki shield.
The beams hit me hard but I hold firm and forcefully push, propelling them
backwards. I sigh with relief. Since I�ve been using a great deal of my power in
my ki beams, they will do more than just singe me. And I�m not yet ready to go
to the regen tank.

However, as I look
up to where these beams are headed, my relief dissipates all too suddenly. They
hit the gravity core and the place shakes with the impact. I half expect an
explosion but it seems that the blasts are being� absorbed? No, not likely. A
crackle of electricity sparks out from the core as well as from the control
console as smoke starts to rise up. The gravity suddenly shuts down. �Kuso!� I
just had to make those beams powerful, didn�t I? �Just great!�

I walk over to the
console. A few buttons are beeping crazily as the number of g�s fluctuate
frenziedly. Since the gravity is completely cute off, I guess it�s only an
electrical problem. I continue to watch as the lights die down and the beeping
stops. Now what the hell am I supposed to do?

In the kitchen I go
over to the phone and press Bulma�s number on speed dial. I wait a few moments
as the phone rings. Her secretary picks up. It�s nice to know that the onna
explained to her employee that if I call to let her know always even if she is
very busy. I guess she is afraid that if I�m unattended for too long it could be
detrimental to this planet, that and the fact that I only call if it�s
important. And this is important.

�Vegeta, what is
it?� the onna�s melodious voice shrills at me. Oh, yes, she must be busy or
pissed off, perhaps at me since earlier this morning.

�The gravity
chamber is broken.�

�And what do you
want me to do about it?�

�Well you could get
your ass back here and fix it�if you know what�s good for you.�

�Listen here!� she
exclaims angrily. Then she suddenly says in a low voice as if she doesn�t want
anyone to hear, but not relinquishing her irritation, �You have got some nerve
calling me because of this. I am not at all too happy with you because of your
attitude this morning. Nor I am in the mood to deal with your shit, Vegeta! I
have a very busy day with board meetings and such. There is no way in hell I�m
going back home just to fix the GR when his majesty beacons. You know me better
than that.�

What? How dare she
speak to me like that! I�m the Saiya-jin no Ouji. She has got some nerve! But as
I seethe angrily I can hardly find my voice. �Damn you!� I say and hang up the
phone. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I pace back and forth. I can�t
necessarily spar with Kakkarot. I mean I need a good fight. I need to� I� Argh!
�Dammit!�

Over the mountains,
I fly in search of their sparing ground. I hone in on their ki signature. The
brat is really going at it with the Namek. I can tell. His power level is very
high. But Kakkarot�s, his is normal so I suppose he is just watching. I fly
towards him rapidly as I begin to see them.

�Kakkarot!� I call.

They all look my
way; the half-breed getting his face punched in the process. Silly kid, loosing
his concentration like that.

�Hey, Vegeta,�
Kakkarot says to me as I land. �Whatcha doing here?�

�I want to spar,
why else?�

�Oh, okay cool,� he
says, grinning like the idiot he is. �I�ll see you guys later!�

�Okay, dad!� his
son says. The Namek just glowers in his temperamental way as we fly off.

Forty minutes into
our match and I�m even more frustrated than when coming to see the baka. I need
a real fight, not some pathetic attempt at roughhousing. Damn this bakayaro!

�Fight me, KakKarot!�
I yell at him as I fight fiercely, more so feeling insulted.

�I am fighting
you,� the baka says dubiously.

�No, you�re not!
You�re only playing with me!� I aim to punch him in his face.

He blocks it.
�What? Vegeta, what do you mean?� And he tries to land a kick in my side. I
tense my muscles to absorb the blow as I kick him in his face.

�Asshole! Will you
not fight me at your best?!�

He falls to the
ground and sweeps my feet up from under me. �But we�re only sparing.�

I fall hard on the
ground next to him. �So what! I want a real fight with you at your full power.�
I get to my feet as quickly as possible, the same time he does.

�But Vegeta, you�ll
have a serious disadvantage,� he says standing at ease.

I don�t continue as
well, standing there, trying to comprehend his idiocy. �Do you think I don�t
know that?�

�But Vegeta, you�ll
only get hurt and won�t be able to do me any damage.�

�I said fight me,
Kakkarot! And I mean fight me!� I punch him in the face. He falters a bit but
doesn�t fall. I aim to punch him again but he blocks. �Asshole! You�d better go
Super Saiya-jin on me or I�ll make you regret it!�

He doesn�t. And I�m
so angry I could kill him if I were able to.

�Vegeta,� he says
in a calm voice as we continue to go at it. �Is something wrong?�

�Mind your fucking
business, shithead! Why the hell would there be anything wrong with me?� I can
name quite a few, but who�s he to know that?

�Well, you�ve been
acting strange our whole sparing match�for one: you�re completely unfocused, and
two: you didn�t even warm up before we began�just went in for the kill.�

�Shut up, fool!�

�Vegeta,� he says
in a serious tone.

�I said shut up!�
Motherfucking asshole! How dare he not do as I say! I�m his prince, goddammit!

I fight him with
much ferocity, almost in blind anger. I�m really not doing well but I can�t help
it. I�m so angry� at everything. It�s just not fair. None of it is. And he�s not
helping. Why can�t he just change into Super Saiya-jin and put me out of my
misery!

A blow to my face�
another in my side� a ki blast and I�ll flying backwards, hitting against a tree
and uprooting it. �Kuso!� I get up as fast as I can and charge at him. He�s
waiting for me. Perhaps he will faze out of the way, but I won�t be that
predictable.

A few yards away
from him and a searing pain in my back paralyze me. What the fuck? I fall upon
me knees and my spine seems like it�s trying to jump out my skin. My eyes shut,
I grunt as I feel something shoot out the base of my spine. I gasp with relief
as the pain ebbs. My chest heaves as I try to calm my breathing.

�Vegeta, you okay?�
the baka rushes over to me.

�Of course I am,
bakamono.�

He comes closer and
looks me over. Then those exuberant eyes of his widen. �OH MAN! VEGETA! YOUR
TAIL!�

�Wha�� I look
behind me. And would you believe it? I saw my dark brown furry appendage!

Am I imagining
this? Or is it real? I reach out to grasp it in my hand. Sure enough, it is
real. I can�t help but smile. I got my tail back! I sway it around and it moves
perfectly fine. Oddly all the frustration and angst I�ve been feeling today
suddenly leaves me.

I got my tail back.

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

Near me at the head
of the huge oval table is one of my representative conducts a presentation that
is sure to win over a dozen important persons from well known companies,
who are prospective buyers of Capsule Corp.�s latest invention. They all sit
enthralled with what they see. There have
been many inquires about the product�s efficiency, reliability, as well as when
it is expected to come on the market. I would usually be so pleased with the
eagerness everyone is showing towards this product but I�m not. Even though it
is obvious that my body is here, my mind is somewhere else.

Vegeta�

That idiot angers
me so much. Why must he ruin my morning then interrupt my day? Why can�t he just
be a decent houseguest? Why must he constantly infuriate me? Braking the GR and
then demanding that I fix it immediately? Is he insane? Does he not know that I
have a life and that it does not revolve around him? I don�t know what I�m going
to do with him. This can�t keep happening. He has to realize that as my
houseguest he should act appreciatively and at least nicely to me� occasionally.
But who am I kidding? Vegeta doesn�t like to treat anyone kindly, although he
has acted that way a little bit. So why can�t he do it again?

�Asshole,� I mutter
under my breath.

I�ve got to cool
it. I�m in a conference and I ought to act amicable, even if it�s just an act.

As the meeting
concludes and everyone gets up to leave, I bid my adieus and walk out into the
hallway. Several people, as they clear out the room, converse about this latest
money making endeavor. A few come my way to speak about trivial matters and
exchange pleasantries. I do allow a smile to grace my face as I attempt to be as
affable as my vacuous mother is. Fueled with the notion that most of these
companies will do business with Capsule Corp., I do not find this too much of a
troublesome undertaking.

�I�m glad we can do
business again,� I say, shaking hands.

�Well you know how
excited I get when Capsule Corp. comes out with their latest marvel,� says my
companion.

�I�m very glad for
that Mr. Myers�I�ll see you soon.� And with that he smiles and leaves. By
this time I�ve reached my office.

�Any calls?� I ask
my secretary.

�Yes Miss Briefs,�
the young woman says�her name is Amy, �Your father, Dr. Briefs, called wanting
to know how things were going with your new project and the overall situation at
Capsule Corp. Also Jade De Valois, from France called. Your assistant Alex, he
wanted to confirm the meeting you will be having this afternoon. And�� my
secretary takes a breath as she holds out a few post-its to me, �Yamcha called.�

I take my phone
messages with a smile, looking them over, and saying thank you. �Is that all?
What else do I have scheduled for today?�

�Okay�let�s see,�
she says, going to her date book, �you have a business lunch with Cybernetic
Co.�s rep, Mr. Dawson, at twelve which is an hour from now, and after that the
meeting with Alex and the rest of the personnel working on the Silicon Project.
For the rest of the day you are scheduled to be working back at your lab.�

�Great,� I say,
going into my office and closing the door. A thought comes to mind and I open it
again and peer out. �I do not wish to be disturbed unless it�s important, okay?�

�Sure, no problem.�

Inside my office I
toss my briefcase on my couch and sit down behind my desk.

I am happy about
one thing and I am not going to let that baka ruin it for me. I�m glad things
are going well at Capsule Corp. and for CC on the market, with buyers, overseas
associates, and against our competition. And just to show that baka that he
hasn�t gotten to me in the least I�ll have a few
personnel

from the lab to work
on the GR.

I pick up the phone and dial the number to the lab.

�Capsule Corp., may
I help you?�

�It�s Bulma,� I say
and by the voice I can tell it�s Alex.

�Hey, how�s
everything going? With the meeting and all?� he asks.

�It went
swimmingly,� I say, �but I called about something else.�

�What�s that?�

�The GR� I need
someone to check it out.�

�Again?�

�Hey,� I say with
mock annoyance, �I�ve only asked you guys to do that a few times.�

�Yeah, well it�s no
problem,� Alex says with a chuckle, �I�ll send someone on it right away.�

�Great.�

�Uh�by the way,� he asks hesitantly,
��is Vegeta around by any chance?�

�I wouldn�t know,� I try not to laugh
at his apprehension, �But don�t worry. I talked to Vegeta about scaring the
technicians. He will behave himself.�

�That�s great to
hear� Oh! You did get my
message, right?�

�Yes.
I�ll be over at about two or three.�

�Okay, we�ll
be waiting for you.�

I hang up the phone
and look at the rest of my messages. I�ve got to call dad, Yamcha, and Jade� I
look at the clock. It�s about five minutes after eleven. I had better order
Vegeta�s lunch first. I don�t want him calling back here and bothering me again.
Hmm�what would he like? Italian sounds good. I pick up my phone again. Dialing
the number, I relax in my comfy chair and spin around to look out the huge wall
to wall window. It�s such a nice view here. Since I�m on the top floor, I can
see the whole city.

�Hello.�

�Ah yes, this is
Bulma Briefs,� I say, �I would like to order��

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

�Can I touch it?�
the baka asks as he reaches out.

�No, you most
certainly cannot!� I say angrily.

�I was just
asking,� he pouts, �I didn�t know you would get all possessive.�

�It�s my tail you
idiot! How would you like it if I touched your tail? No, wait a minute, you
don�t have a tail!� And I laugh.

�You don�t got to
rub it in!�

To
my surprise the baka is upset. I laugh harder. I�ve never seen him like this. He
looks positively ridiculous. �Kakkarot, you are so stupid!�

He
grumbles. �Are we gonna spar or what?�

I
stand up. �Of course baka! I just need to get my balance back.�

When Saiya-jins grow our tails back it takes us off balance just as it does when
we lose them. I walk around for a while as my tails sways contentedly. While
I�ve been on earth one of my greatest annoyances, though I have not displayed it
to anyone, is that I didn�t have my tail. It is a sign of pride, the one
defining trait of my heritage.

While living under bondage, and having to ignore insulting remarks about
being a monkey prince, I was always able to endure it somehow because of this
proud heritage. Meeting my enemies on Namek-sei was utterly humiliating without
my tail. I don�t know how I was able to
handle it.

I
smirk as my tail wraps itself around my waist as if a reassurance that it is
here and would not be leaving anytime soon.

I
walk over to the dummy Saiya-jin.

�All right, I am ready,� I say with determination and more than enough vigor to
make this match worthwhile.

�Great!�

�Hey, Vegeta,� I hear the
woman say from the living room as she throws down her briefcase and kicking off
her shoes. In the next moment she walks in to the kitchen where I am, taking
pins out of her hair and letting the blue strands fall to frame her face.

I�m sitting down at the
table eating the dinner that she ordered. First it was Italian for lunch, now
it�s Chinese.

�What do you want?� I ask
in an irksome tone, although I�m not irked at all.

�Nothing, simpleton. It�s
called a greeting. You should try it sometime!�

Well obviously, but I
merely wish to provoke the silly onna.

�So onna is bitchy after a
long day of work. Tell me, sweetness, what has gotten you all hot and bothered?�

She looks at me with wide
eyes in the process of unbuttoning her suit jacket. The blue haired goddess then
glares realizing that I am being sarcastic.

�You know what, Vegeta,
except for this morning, today has been a wonderful day. All went well at work.
CC stocks are up. The latest project I�m working on is going along smoothly.
There is nothing you can say that will piss me off.�

�Is that a challenge?� I
return raising an eyebrow.

There is a smile upon her
face as she contemplates my question. �No, only a declaration, a premonition, if
you will.�

�Get over it, you know I
can get you angry in an instant.�

�You can try my dear Saiyan
prince,� she says, stealing one of my egg rolls, �but you shall not succeed.�

I growl, annoyed that she
has taken one of my favorite foods. �Do not tempt me, onna, and don�t take my
food.�

She laughs. �Oh, Veggie,
you don�t think I ordered all this for you?�

�I warned you never to call
me that.�

She gets herself a plate
and then sits down next to me. �Hey, you called me sweetness and I didn�t
complain.�

�So you like it then?
Should I give you other pet names?�

�Oh, how sweet of you
Veggiehead.�

�I think so. Loudmouth and
harpy queen seems to suit you nicely.� I find I cannot help being so�flirtatious
with her. �Although bitch sounds better.�

She frowns. �Oh come on
Veggie, you can do better than that,� she says, filling her plate up with fried
rice.

I am kind of glad that she
isn�t quick to get angry. I am in a better mood myself since I got my tail back
and since Kakkarot did finally comply with my demand, I got a thorough ass
beating. I didn�t have to use the regen tank, though�I had a senzu. But even
with my better mood I cannot like these nicknames.

�Okay, I really don�t like
Veggie. Don�t call me that again.�

�As you wish, Ouji-sama,�
she says mockingly.

I can tell she expected me
to object to that but if she wants pretenses, I can do that.

�That�s better, wench.�

�Oh, you are just adamant
about being an asshole today aren�t you?�

�Damn straight! And don�t
you forget it.�

�Whatever,� she scoffs. The
phone rings. �I wonder who that is��

�Well you�re not going to
find out if you just sit there.�

�Shut up.� And she eyes the plate of egg rolls. She grabs another, grinning at
me then gets up to answer it.

�Hello?� she says into the
cordless receiver.

�Hi, Bulma,� the voice of
Kakkarot�s mate reaches my ears. �How are you?�

Onna leans against the
wall. �I�m fine Chichi, how are you? and Son Kun? and Gohan?�

�Oh, we�re all fine.
They�ve been out most of the day. Poor Gohan hardly has time to study anymore,
what with that horrible green monster training him. I swear if my Goku wasn�t so
set on him training he would not be out there all the time. I think he�s having
a bad influence on him.�

�Chichi,� the onna chides
her friend, �Piccolo is not that bad and Gohan is not getting any bad
influence�just be grateful that someone like Vegeta isn�t training him.� And the
onna pointedly looks my way.

I flip her off as I
continue to eat. She sticks out her tongue at me. How juvenile.

�Well I guess you�re
right,� the harpy says in response.

�Of course I�m right,
Chichi.� Onna takes a bite out of her egg roll, chewing quickly, and swallowing.
��I mean could you image that foul mouthed, arrogant bastard teaching little
Gohan all sorts of obscenities?� And the onna laughs.

�Shut up, bakamono!� I say.

�Kiss off.�

�What?� Kakkarot�s mate
exclaims incredulously.

�I was talking to Vegeta�it
seems the prince isn�t too happy with what I�m saying about him.�

�He�s in the same room with
you?�

�Yeah, we�re eating
dinner.�

�Oh, well I don�t know why
you allowed that genocide maniac to reside at CC,� she mutters then pipes up
with: �But anyway, how�s things with you and Yamcha?�

�Great! Our date last night
was stellar.�

�No kidding.�

�Yeah.�

�So dish it out. I wanna
know all the juicy details.�

�Sure, let me just go into
the living room,� she says walking over to the table. Grabbing her plate, she
leaves.

I�m a little annoyed that
the onna has to go into the living room to talk about her fornicating mate, with
Kakkarot�s harpy. Why can�t she stay in here? It�s not like she�ll tell her
anything I don�t know already. But it�s stupid that I feel this way. I continue
to eat ignoring the want of her company and attention.

Twenty minutes later, onna
comes back into the kitchen and hangs up the phone. She goes over to the sink to
deposit her plate to greet it full of dishes.

�You finish chatting
already?� I ask in mock surprise.

�For your information, she
had to feed Son-kun and Gohan since they just got back.�

�Why? Can�t they feed
themselves?�

�Whatever,� she says,
laughing. Noticing that most of the dishes on the table are empty she takes them
and put them in the sink as well. �So Veg, are you finished training for the
night?�

�What�s with you and
playing with my name in such ways?�

�Don�t know�it�s convenient
for me.�

�Well stop it, I don�t like
it,� I say as I stand to stretch. That meal was absolutely filling and quite
scrumptious. But my contentment is suddenly cut short as my ears are assaulted
by a piercing screech from the onna. �Hey!� I yell, �don�t do that!�

�Your tail, Vegeta,� she
continues with her shock.

�Yeah, so? Is something
wrong with it?�

�It grew back.�

�You were never one to
state the obvious. Why start now? You sound like Kakkarot.�

�Oh come on, Vegeta,� she
says walking over to me, eyeing my beautiful appendage, �It�s not like I
expected it�I�m just surprised.�

My tail sways lazily behind
me. �Obviously. But don�t you go asking me if you can touch it like that dick
Kakkarot.�

�You were with Kakka�Goku
today?�

�Well since I can�t train
in the GR, I had to do something to keep my time occupied. Sheesh, onna.� The
ringing is still in my ears.

�Oh, well just so you
know,� she says walking into the living room, and leaving the servo bots to do
the work of cleaning things up, �I did call here to have some of my lab
personnel work on the GR for you. It should be in working order soon.�

I follow behind her. �Well
you had better. I would hate to have to visit you at work tomorrow and bother
you until you complied with my demands. And by the way, while we�re on this
subject, next time I need you to fix the gravity chamber you�d better do it
without giving me silly excuses just because you are pissed off at me.� I know
that was not the whole reason why but I just want to pester her.

�You�re some piece of work,
aren�t you?� She sits down on the couch. I sit near her. I usually would not but
somehow I want to be around her today. Maybe it�s because she is looking sexier
with her business suit: the skirt is rather tight and short, showing off her
shapely legs. Damn, she looks good.

�And what is that supposed
to mean?� I ask, enjoying her scent. Ever since she came in I could smell it.
It�s so fragrant and distinctly her.

�You actually expect me to
cater to your whims just because you want me to?� she sheds her jacket and
throws it over the couch. �Oh please. I�ve got a life that doesn�t revolve
around you.�

�Oh but it should�then it
would have meaning.�

She unbuttons the first two
buttons of her blouse, gracing me with more of her creamy neck and collarbone.
�Okay, it is pointless to respond to something so stupid.�

�Give it a try, you might
like being in my orbit.�

She laughs. �What�s up with
you today?�

�Nothing�� I say, inching
slightly closer to her. She crosses her legs and puts one hand on her thigh
massaging it gently. I really want to know how smooth she feels. Is she as soft
as she looks? How would it feel to have those legs wrapped around me?

�Yeah, sure� you seem so
off.�

I feel her eyes on me but
her legs are an interesting sight given the current of my thoughts.

�Vegeta?� her voice is low.
�What�s up with you?�

What�s up with me is that I want her and I want her
now. And I�m being so stupid just sitting here and ogling her. Why does she have
to be mated with that weakling? She can do better, so much better with me.

�Hey Vegeta?� her voice no
longer has humor in it.

My eyes slowly sear a path
from the juncture of her thighs to her confused expression.

�I�m tired,� I rasp
as I get up abruptly and go upstairs. There is no point in pining like this. I
don�t even know why I am. There is nothing particularly stunning about her today
that might not have been noticed any other day. I ought to be ashamed of myself.
But I�I can only feel� annoyed at my misfortune.

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