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Stupid Monkey	By : VegsMate Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2429 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
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Special Thanks: to RM for beta-ing.

Chapter 9: How Ironic This All Feels

�What do you think
of this one?� I ask, modeling the newest outfit in front of my boyfriend. I�m in
a black leather mini skirt and a pale green see-through long sleeve shirt with a
solid green tank top underneath.

�Definitely a
keeper,� he says from the sitting area where our shopping bags are.

�You think so?� I
saunter over to him as if I was on a runway, the stride having become me over
the years.

Following the sway
of my hips, he utters a breathy �yeah�.

I smile sweetly.
Once I�m directly in front of him I lean over and kiss him full on the lips, my
show of affection more pronounced as the days go by, not wanting to provoke any
misgivings by Yamcha about my... mistake with a certain Saiyan.

Ever since that
night on the balcony, I�ve been feeling nothing but guilt for what I did. Trying
to forget or acting like nothing happened have not been the best solutions, but
they are my only options. And there is no doubt about that. I cannot and will
not tell Yamcha about it. Ever. He�d be furious, especially since he has let me
know on more than one occasion that he doesn�t think I should have allowed
Vegeta to live at Capsule Corp., telling me about how I�d be in danger and that
the prince is a loose cannon. I had at the time felt somewhat the same way, but
as I figured it, it was all the more reason to let him stay, hence my initial
reason for inviting him. Someone needs to keep an eye on him, ne?

Never did I ever
think that the prince and I would ever get as close as we have. I notice that he
tolerates me more than he does anyone else. We talk almost all the time,
probably even more than we argue now. But it was unthinkable to let him kiss me,
for me to kiss back. I don�t recall what I was thinking then. How could I, for I
really wasn�t thinking. Only feeling when he looked me in the eyes with that
deep penetrating gaze, making me feel weak and wanting�

I pull away from
Yamcha. �Well since you like it, I�ll definitely buy it.� He only smiles with
that goofy grin of his. I always seem to have that effect on him when he
receives an unexpected kiss. I turn away and go back into the dressing room.
Once inside, I look myself over in the mirror to admire how the leather skirt
clings so lovingly to my hips. I wonder how Vegeta would react to seeing me in
this.

The curvature of my
lips catches me by surprise as I look up at the reflection of my face, grinning
almost menacingly. He would indeed like what he saw if he could see me now�I�ve
got to stop this. I shouldn�t care so much what Vegeta likes. It�s my
boyfriend�s opinion that matters.

I sigh and begin to
disrobe.

Forgetting
everything else I dwell on the prince. It was a lovely night and he was so
magnetic�I did find it hard to resist him. And I smile again.

Am I daft? Even
with this guilt, I find myself thinking fondly about the cause. I�ve been doing
that everyday since. How Vegeta had been so nice to me. How he initiated
conversation, which he never does. It was wicked cool.

I didn�t think of
it then but now things start to make sense to me about him. I think he actually
likes me or maybe it�s just an attraction. I mean our whole conversation that
night was about mates and boyfriends and he showed more interest in it for it to
be just fleeting curiosity.

�It�s nice when you
like to talk to me, you know that, Vegeta?� He grunted. �Yeah, well I just want
to know why, though? I mean, that you�re interested in this?�

�Don�t know� maybe
I want a mate.�

So odd� is that
what he wants. Me? Even earlier that evening entertaining thoughts of the kind,
I never dreamed it could be. I�m quite astonished, but even more so very
contrite. And I know by this train of thought it doesn�t seem as though I feel
guilty but I do and more so because I can�t seem to stop thinking about Vegeta.

Oh, but that night,
it was very aggravating when I laid in bed, thinking about him and how I was
going to act around him the next day. Even more nerve wracking was the next
morning in my room. I did not know if he would act strangely or if he�d act as
usual: either with this newfound friendly way that he�s come accustomed to when
being around me, or going back to the reserved, stoic demeanor. I then told
myself if I acted differently then it would not be good for both of us. So I
treated him as though nothing happened and was glad that he did likewise.

But still something
in me that day was discontented.

I shake my head as
if to be rid of these thoughts. I don�t need to be thinking about this. My
boyfriend is patiently sitting out there waiting for me to model for him and all
I can do is think about Vegeta! I must be ungrateful because he doesn�t deserve
this.

But the sad thing
really is that I�ve done something stupid. I don�t know what to make of it, but
I decided a couple of days ago, after the incident on the balcony, to go to
Yamcha�s game last Friday since he wanted me to. I know I had a lot of work to
do with my latest project. It will take weeks to complete�if not longer, but at
the time I felt I ought to go because it was the least I could do for him.

Well, anyway�I was
there after the game and his team won so I was on my way to congratulate him. As
I was walking through the sea of bodies huddling around the winning team, I
spotted him not too far from me. There were a few very young women hovering
around him asking for autographs and flirting shamelessly. Before I knew it I
started to feel that all too familiar twinge of jealousy. But recalling what
happened a few days prior, I checked myself, realizing I had no right since what
I had done. So when I finally got near enough to really observe, I noticed one
of them asking Yamcha to sign his autograph on her bra. In that instant before
he could even do so�which I notice he WAS going to do�I decided to announce my
presence.

I never reprimanded
him for it in any way. I guess he deserves that much since I did kiss
Vegeta. But still I feel so wrong about it.

�This is
ridiculous�I won�t dwell on this anymore.� So saying, I zip up a pair of jeans
and button them, turning to look in the mirror. They�re very tight and show off
my shape admirably. The T-shirt I put on is pink with red sparkling letters that
say �Goddess� across the chest and shows off my flat tummy. I really am
gorgeous. With these new thoughts and freshly castaway annoying ones, I pull the
door open and walk out to model my ensemble.

�I�m in the mood
for Italian,� Yamcha answers after I ask him what he was hungry for.

�Really? Me too.
Ever since I ordered it for Vegeta, I haven�t been able to go a few days without
having it for lunch or dinner.� Neither has Vegeta.

�Great, �cause I
know this wonderful place down the way not too far from here.�

�Lead the way,� I
say as I put the last of my storage capsules with my latest buys into my purse.
Yamcha reaches for my hand and I entwine my fingers with his as we proceed down
the street of one of West Capital City�s biggest shopping districts on this
delightfully warm and sunny Saturday afternoon.

�So how are things
at home?�

�Great.�

�Vegeta isn�t
bothering you or anything?�

I look at Yamcha
curiously. There�s a protectiveness in his voice that does not pass by me. �As
if you could stop him if he was,� I say with far too much humor. But I don�t
count on him looking at me seriously. �What?�

�Is he bothering
you? �Cause if he is��

I laugh, not
wanting my boyfriend to get any unwanted ideas in his head. �Yeah right, like he
would ever.�

�But the way you
guys argued before... I don�t know what stopped him from getting physical, but I
hope that this isn�t common between you two.�

�Oh Yamcha,
please!� I say, �Vegeta has far more important things to do than beating on me.�

�Bulma��

�Hahaha,� I slap
him playfully. Sometimes, I swear! �We have more fun arguing than anything. He
would never beat on his personal verbal sparring partner�it�s just for kicks, no
pun intended.� I laugh a little more, ��and like I told you before, Goku would
floor him in a second if he thought Vegeta was doing anything to me.� I don�t
even bother to expound on the fact that out of everyone on this planet, Vegeta
likes me. The fact that the prince of Saiyans could ever be partial to me would
make Yamcha envious to no end, and more suspicious and aggravating for me to
handle.

�Alright,� he says,
not wanting to press on. But then he asks, �Why do you bother letting him stay
at Capsule Corp.? If I didn�t know better I�d think you liked him.� His voice is
humorous but with an edge of mistrust.

Does he know
something? That can�t possibly be the case since Vegeta would never talk to
Yamcha outside of cursing him out. But we were on the balcony. Maybe he saw
somehow? Oh my god, how could I have been so stupid? Calm down, Bulma, if he
knew he would not have waited so long to bring it up. Maybe he just wants
reassurance that I can�t stand Vegeta. More like that I used to dislike him.

�Don�t be
ridiculous! There is no way I�ll let Vegeta loose on earth!�

He smiles and is
about to speak when I hear someone say my name. I turn toward the voice, my
boyfriend doing the same, to behold a tall guy with dark hair and dark eyes,
wearing a navy shirt and beige khakis.

�Bulma?�

My eyes are wide as
I immediately recognize the face, someone I have not thought to see again... so
soon. I wonder if I should act oblivious or acknowledge the person before me as
my reaction so dismayingly does. With my lips parted, I mouth his name once
before my voice comes to me in an obvious act of surprise. �Liam?�

�Hey, how�s it
going?�

�Uh� great.�

�Fancy meeting you
here.�

�Um�yeah��

�You never called��

�This is my
boyfriend, Yamcha,� I say abruptly.

�Oh, hi�� Liam says
holding out his hand.

�Called?� Yamcha
blurts out.

�Hehe� uh well,� I
can�t believe how much my wits desert me when I need them the most. This
certainly is not the time for me to stutter like an idiot.

�Who is this guy?�
Yamcha turns on me angrily.

�Just someone I
met. No need to get pissed off,� I say defensively.

�What?�

�It�s not what you
think. I met him at a club with Krillin.�

�And he gave you
his number?�

�Hey, sorry man,�
Liam says, �I didn�t know she had a boyfriend.�

Of all the things
that could be said...

�I can�t believe
this! You went clubbing with Krillin to pick up guys?!�

�No way! I went
there to get my mind off you!� That was not what I meant. But it was true,
considering at the time I wanted to get away from all my problems. Still, my
choice of words was obviously wrong.

�Oh, so I see,�
Yamcha says coldly. �I never thought you�d do this to me, Bulma.�

�Um...Yamcha, is
it?� Liam says, nervously, as my boyfriend turns and glares angrily at him,
�uh...yeah, um I didn�t mean to cause any trouble. Sorry that I bothered you
guys.�

�You stay out of
this!�

�Yamcha! You don�t
have to be so mean!�

�So what am I
supposed to be? Nice? After finding out my girlfriend has been cheating on me?!�

I gasp,
disbelieving he could be so thickheaded. I have always been faithful to Yamcha
and the second there is some misunderstanding he turns on me as if I have a
record. He has some nerve! On many occasions, the ass has been caught flirting
with other women, if not by me then by others. �You ass! I have never! I have
always been faithful to you!�

�Well apparently
that�s a lie,� he scoffs.

�Idiot!� I say,
then I turn to Liam. �Listen, I�m sorry about this�I didn�t think my boyfriend
would be a complete prick.�

�No apologies, I
understand,� and then thankfully he leave.

�So it�s like that,
is it?�

�Like what?�

�How long have you
been doing this to me? Huh?�

�Doing what to you?
I didn�t do anything!�

�Don�t lie! You�ve
been caught red-handed! I can�t believe this! I trusted you!�

�You fucking
bastard! I can�t believe you�d think so little of me!�

�What?! Don�t try
to turn this around on me! You�re the one that�s been picking up other guys! How
long have you been doing this? Huh? How long?�

�How long? Don�t be
stupid!�

�Stupid?! I can�t
believe you! I trusted you and this is how you repay me? Ugh!� And with that he
turns away from me and walks off.

�Yamcha!�

He throws his arms
up in the air in frustration but doesn�t turn around. I growl angrily then turn
on my heels and leave this horrid street corner, ignoring the people witnessing
this embarrassing moment.

There is no talking
to Yamcha. If he wants to believe I�ve been cheating on him, well then fine! I
won�t stoop so low as to beg for him to stop walking away and listen to me. If
he can�t trust me, well then fuck him! �But you did kiss Vegeta,�
my mind has the gall to tell me. I stop mid stride halfway down the street.
Covering my face with one hand, I groan painfully as realization hits. What am I
going to do now?

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

My eyes flutter
open as I regain consciousness. All I see is blueness. I�ve been through this so
many times in my life that it has ceased to alarm me anymore. A whirling sound
starts as the tank drains the healing fluid. When it�s all gone, I take off the
breathing apparatus and push the hatch to open the tank from the inside. I stand
up on shaky limbs and curse my soreness.

I have managed yet
again to train until I could hardly move. Yeah, I�m very proud of myself. Seven
days in a row I�ve been able to do so but with hardly any noticeable change, let
alone I haven�t gone Super Saiyajin yet. It�s been fucking wonderful.

I step out onto the
cool floor of the infirmary and flare my ki to dry off. I go over to the closet
nearby and take out a pair of shorts. Once I�m dressed, I go downstairs to the
kitchen where dinner should be but is nowhere in sight. There is nothing on the
table, nothing on the counters. I open the refrigerator. There is nothing edible
in there either. �This is just fucking great.� And I can only guess it is
because that silly onna has gone out with the weakling fornicator. You�d think
the thought of that is enough to make me lose my appetite. But no matter how
revolting that is, it can�t help against my hunger pains.

I skim the fridge
again. A carton of milk catches my eye. Why not? I take it out and look for the
date, knowing by experience that it�s better to do this than to sniff for
freshness. Well, it�s good. So I open it and drink. Onna hates it when I do this
but it�s not like I�ll leave any for her.

As I guzzle it down
I feel something soft brush against my ankle. I look down to see that it�s only
the eccentric doctor�s cat. I haven�t seen this thing around here too often. It
looks up at me and makes that meowing sound. What the hell does it want? I put
the carton on the counter and then bend to grab the fur ball, feeling the
soreness in my muscles and trying not to care. The lighter than a feather
creature grips my hand with its puny claws and sniffs around before turning
towards the carton of milk. I feel its weak struggles as it tries to wiggle out
of my grasp, so I put it down on the counter. The black fur ball props its paws
up onto the carton and sticks its tongue out to the rim. So the little creature
is hungry? I grab the carton away before it can lick at it and it meows in
protest. I smirk deviously but am not too cruel to deny the little creature, who
is only the size of my balled fist, a little nourishment. I remember once when
the blond onna gave this chibi thing a saucer of milk, so I guess I shall do the
same. Once I find one, I pour the milk in and watch the cat lap it up.

�Well at least it
gets to have a full meal,� I say as I then proceed to polish off the rest of the
carton. Once it�s empty I toss it in the trash and then walk towards the living
room.

�Damn that onna, I
want my fucking dinner,� I mutter as I lay down on the couch. I am so exhausted,
and the aching all over is not helping. Besides, I need a shower. But the
thought of walking all the way upstairs right now is not appealing. I just want
to rest.

I�ve been very
angry with myself lately, more than I usually am. It has to do with a lot of
things. My training is one of them, though my impatience for quick results plays
a factor in that. I have only been training myself rampant for almost two weeks
so far. I do make an effort not to go overboard but sometimes it cannot be
helped. I need to become a Super Saiyajin, and my body�s soreness is a testament
to that. But every time I cannot become what I want, I feel that I have not
tried hard enough.

It really depresses
me, but the Prince of Saiyajin cannot and will not succumb to such lowliness.

But haven�t I
already? My erratic behavior in regards to the onna is absurd. I should not
allow such weakness. I cannot image what came over me that day. Lusting like
that was just ridiculous and to talk to her about mates so candidly. Every time
I recall what I said to her about maybe wanting a mate, I mentally kick myself.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Do I really want a mate? Perhaps. Do I need one? Hell
no!

I groan as I
attempt to get comfortable.

Two very annoying
concerns: my own weakness in respects to the onna and my training... what else
is there? My degradation. Once a proud warrior prince and now a pathetic failure
lying on the couch, too weak to even get his ass up and take a shower. Life
truly does suck.

But all that has
been said is not all that is. My dreams still haunt me. And I believe they will
always continue to do so. All that concerns me now is how to overcome them. I
don�t think I can bear to live life with these apparitions forever. If indeed I
could bear to live with them into middle age. I wish I could have had decent
memories of my childhood. Then I would not be so plagued by perversions. Perhaps
I�d be at peace and not always obsessing. Perhaps the need to become a Super
Saiyajin would only be a fleeting want, just something that if it happened would
be a good thing and if not, it would not matter. I wonder if that is how
Kakkarot feels? The mere thought of it disgusts me for even still if my life was
different I cannot imagine ever feeling that asinine.

Speculating about
such stupidity is ridiculous. To become a Super Saiyajin is all that I have to
live for. Claiming my birthright and then of course defeating Kakkarot in
battle...

But it�s a pathetic
notion, even a more pathetic reality that... that my only reason for being is
this and nothing else. Is this all that I am or ever will be? Tell me there is
more to this sorry existence than this obsession. Yes, to become Super Saiyajin
is a grand thing, more amazing and awe inspiring than anything I can ever think
of. But I feel myself wanting...

If my father could
see me now, he�d surely be disgusted. Having a third class claim the status of
Super Saiyajin effortlessly, while I�m struggling for it... have been doing so
my whole life. How shameful and contemptible is that? If Vegetasei still existed
I would be a laughing stock... even more odious, if Kakkarot so willed, he could
claim my throne.

I groan painfully,
feeling quite disgraced; I bury my face into one of the throw pillows.

Why do I do this to
myself? Why do I think these thoughts? Every day is ever more depreciating than
the last, every night more tortuous. I must stop concerning myself with my
faults. But then what else is there? My virtues? Ha! I only have innumerable
vices. So I suppose I shall forever be tortured.

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

My feet are killing
me. Right after arguing with my stupid boyfriend, I went walking in the park for
the rest of the afternoon just to clear my head. That didn�t work. It only
succeeded in making me ever more perturbed and just simply resentful. I decided
to pick up dinner on my way home since I knew the crowned prince of Vegetasei
will bitch and moan all night if I didn�t.

Opening the door to
the kitchen, I�m greeted by total darkness. Vegeta should be finished his
training by now. At least I didn�t see the GR on as I strolled up the walkway to
my house. I look over my shoulder towards the gravity chamber just to see if I�m
mistaken. No, the lights are off. So I go inside and close the door, then
attempt to find the light switch.

Once that�s taken
care of, I drop my purse onto the kitchen table and proceed towards the living
room. I have to turn on one of the lamps, giving the room a dim illumination. I
walk over to the couch to see Vegeta sprawled out like a cat and completely
asleep. Speaking of cats, Kitty is laying by his side and playing with the end
of Vegeta�s squirming tail. Oh, if only I had a camera with me! I think to get
one from the den but just at that moment, Kitty claws at Vegeta�s tail roughly.

I hear a loud yelp
and the next thing I know Vegeta is standing in front of the couch with his hand
extended out getting ready to blast dad�s cat.

�Vegeta!� I yell
angrily, grabbing up Kitty as fast as I can before he disintegrates it.

�What?� he asks,
completely confounded by sleep but angry nonetheless.

�Don�t you dare
kill daddy�s cat!� I say cradling the black fur ball protectively.

He blinks several
times before he says, �I wasn�t going to kill it... just maim it a bit.�

I narrow my eyes.
�No, you weren�t. You were about to blast the poor thing straight to the
afterlife!�

�What the fuck does
it matter! The damn thing attacked my tail!�

�Ass,� I mutter as
I pet the scared feline.

Vegeta on the other
hand utters a �humph� and grips his tail tentatively, looking it over to see if
it is damaged. A amused smirk graces my features. Of all things, Kitty hurt the
proud Saiyan no Ouji.

�What the hell are
you laughing at?�

Catching myself, I
didn�t realize I was. I bite my lip to stifle my giggles. �Aww, Vegeta, did
Kitty hurt you?�

�Of course not, you
idiot.�

I drop Kitty so it
can scramble off somewhere. �Let me see,� I say, all serious now, as I reach
over to him. He pulls away quickly.

�Don�t you even
think of touching my tail,� he growls warningly.

I know a Saiyan�s
tail is rather sensitive, considering when Goku had his tail pulled he was
rendered immobile and couldn�t even fight. So I suppose it is the same for
Vegeta but even so I don�t see why he�d get so jumpy about it. �Geez, I just
wanted to see if you�re okay!�

�Well, I�m fine.�
And he wraps his tail around his waist. �Where�s dinner?�

�Right here,� I say
patting my hip.

�W-what?� he asks
incredulously, blinking once.

I could just laugh,
but I train my features to give nothing away as I pull out a capsule from my
pocket and show it to him.

�Oh,� he says in
such a low whisper, I�m surprised I heard him. Boy, I wonder what�s going on in
that head of his. But it�s not like I can blame him, I know I look delicious
enough to eat.

He sits back down
on the couch. I push down on the capsule and then drop it on the coffee table,
to present twenty boxes of pizza and just as many boxes of breadsticks, a few
bottles of soda and a few jugs of juice�Vegeta doesn�t much like soda.

�I ordered extra
just in case you were very hungry,� I say sitting down. But I bolt right back
up. �Oh, I almost forgot...� I head towards the kitchen but decide to tease him
while I�m on my way and say, �And don�t you dare eat every thing up before I get
back.�

�Shut up!�

�Someone�s in a bad
mood.� I quickly go into the kitchen and grab two cups and then come back. Once
I�m seated back down I take one of the pizza boxes. �This is mine, got it?�

He already bit into
a slice of pizza and isn�t going to talk while he chews. But once he swallows...
�Are you looking for an argument?�

�Not really. I
already had one, but thanks for asking.�

He ignores my
sarcasm and eats his dinner. I don�t even bother to talk to him. I know he won�t
want to speak anyway so I let him finish with his pizza first. As we eat I smile
at him and watch his every move. I�ve done this quite a few times before while
we�ve eaten. He really hates it and glares at me. If he�s in a very bad mood
we�d argue and if he�s feeling pretty okay, he�d play along or throw something
at me. But now, he�s just ignoring me as if the thoughts in his head are more
important, and as I stare at him I wonder what they are about.

Three slices of
pizza, a few breadsticks, and a glass of soda later, I sit back to lounge. Boy,
am I full.

�So who was the
unfortunate soul that decided to piss you off today?� Vegeta finally decides to
speak to me. I look over at his discarded boxes. Only twelve... that�s including
the boxes with breadsticks. Wow, he must not have been so hungry. But his
question got me thinking about the answer, and as I recall most of what happened
in my head, I grimace.

�Yamcha,� I mutter
peevishly.

�Oh really? What
did the fucker do this time?�

�I wish it was that
simple...� I say thoughtfully, thinking of all the times when my boyfriend was
in the wrong. It�s easier that way because then I wouldn�t feel guilty but
now... Now the tables are turned. Well, not so completely. How ironic this all
feels. �Maybe...�

�What the hell is
that supposed to mean?�

�Remember when
Krillin and I went out clubbing?�

�Yeah...�

�Well I met this
guy named Liam. It was harmless really... I only wanted to dance the night away,
not thinking of any of my problems especially those regarding Yamcha. Well
anyway, Liam gave me his number. At the time I was whimsically thinking that if
things didn�t settle well with Yamcha I�d give this other guy a chance�but it
was a fleeting thought. After Yamcha apologized and all, I never thought of Liam
again. But guess what?�

�You do know
I have a short attention span?�

�You do
not!�

�Just fucking
finish already before I get bored.�

�Fine!� Sometimes
Vegeta can be so damn annoying! But I continue nonetheless: �I was out shopping
with Yamcha and met Liam on the street. Yamcha totally went berserk and accused
me of cheating on him and I never have. Well except for... you know, that one
time...� Since Vegeta and I have never spoken about it, I�m hesitant to mention
it, even though it is relevant.

Luckily I don�t
have to, as Vegeta volunteers to do so. �On the balcony...�

�Yeah... but that�s
not really even cheating. I never told him about it, though, and I never will,�
I mutter, �But I feel just horrible.�

�Listen, if you�re
never going to tell him about it,� Vegeta saying looking exasperated, �then it
never happened, okay?�

�Wha...�

�It was just a
silly impulse and is of no consequence.�

Did it really mean
nothing to him? Was it just because he was... but then if it is, he really
doesn�t like me. Disappointment. I don�t want to feel it but can�t help that I
do. Ignoring this I think about Yamcha and say: �But I still feel guilty.�

�You�re such an
idiot. I�m sure that weakling forni�that weakling has done far worse.�

�Whoa, hold up.�

�Weren�t you pissed
before when you came back from that baseball game�you told me what he did then,�
he says. Yeah, I did tell him but never told him why I didn�t reprimand Yamcha.
�Well what would have happened if you didn�t show up?�

�Oh, that�s not
fair. The girl was practically throwing herself at him. That was different.�

�Delude yourself if
you want, it�s your life.�

Studying Vegeta�s
exhausted visage, his attempt at a blank expression does not belie a knowing
one; and I can�t help but wonder if he knows something I don�t know. So with a
bit of worry in my voice I ask: �Do you know something I don�t?�

�I know plenty of
things you don�t�you�ll have to be specific.�

�Don�t get smart
with me pal! You know what I mean.�

�Listen, I already
told you many reasons why that fucker is no good for you. You could do the smart
thing and heed my advice.�

�Why? You want me
to get with you?� I say, joshing him.

He glares at me,
not the usual �are you stupid� glare, but the �if I could kill Kakkarot, you�d
be dead� glare.

�Okay, sorry...
didn�t mean to go there,� I say, continuing with my light mood, and becoming
very thankful that Vegeta softens his features to a semi-disgruntled one. But in
all seriousness, I must let Vegeta know my reason for being with Yamcha. �It�s
easy to count a person�s faults because we all have them. And I know Yamcha
isn�t the best boyfriend but I love him and he loves me.�

I look at Vegeta,
knowing he could care less about me loving Yamcha so I expect him to glare
daggers at me for what he presumes is my stupidity. To my surprise his grimace
is not only showing his disgust, but his anger. And I get the distinct feeling
that it�s jealousy that provokes him.

�You�re a fool, you
know that, Bulma?� His voice is callous and I think I want to smack him. Even if
he used my name I still feel angry: If he thinks he can soften my reaction just
because he did, he�s got another thing coming.

�Just because I
love Yamcha does not make me a fool,� I say heatedly. How dare he! I know he
doesn�t like my boyfriend but he needs to recognize that Yamcha is my
boyfriend. �Asshole.�

�Being observant
does not make me an asshole,� and with that he gets up and walks away from me.

�What the hell is
that supposed to mean?� But he doesn�t even bother to answer me as he walks up
the stairs. I glare angrily after him but soon notice he�s having problems
walking right. �Vegeta?� I call to him as I get up and rush over to his side.

�What do you want?�
he asks wearily.

�How hard did you
train today?� I ask angrily.

�What the fuck
would it matter to you?�

�You were in the
regen tank today, weren�t you?�

�So what if I was?�

�Dammit Vegeta!
What the hell is wrong with you?!�

�You�re what�s
wrong with me.�

�Don�t be such a
prick,� I say grabbing his arm to help him up the stairs.

�Get off me.�

�Shut up and walk,�
I say not letting go. The fact that Vegeta doesn�t brush me off doesn�t surprise
me but the fact that he is unable to do so does. I hear him curse under his
breath, something very vulgar. I can tell for he�s saying it in Saiyano.
Anything said in his native language when we are pissed off at each other is
something he does not want me to know about. Ever.

I�ve noticed,
though, that Vegeta�s been training harder than before. I haven�t said anything
to him about it since I don�t really want to get in his way. Our relationship
has been fairly peaceful considering, and I don�t want that to change by telling
him what to do. But this is getting ridiculous. I don�t want him dead.

�Vegeta, you can�t
keep doing this,� I say as I help him lie down on his bed.

�I can do whatever
the hell I want.�

�Yes, of course, we
all can. But I doubt you mean to kill yourself and that�s what is going to
happen if you keep training so hard.�

�So?� he says
uncaringly, �you should be glad when that happens.�

�Why the hell would
I be glad if one of my friends die?�

The surprise upon
his features is fleeting and the usual scowl sets back in place instantly. �You
are an idiot if you think we are friends.�

�I know that we
are.�

�We are not!�

�Shut up and get
some rest, baka,� I say perturbed. We are friends; he�s just being a jackass
because I had to help him upstairs. He knows the truth. �I say we are friends
and that�s what we are. No ifs, ands, or buts about it, Vegeta no Ouji!�

I see he�s about to
retort but I put my fingers in my ears to block out whatever denouncements he
attempts to badger me with as I utter on a singsong voice: �laa laa la laa la
laaa�
incessantly. I can tell he�s growling. His teeth are gritted and he�s glaring
daggers. He starts yelling at me but I�m only smiling as he seems mute. And I
skip my way out of his room.

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