Interludes

Interludes
By: Kichi

DISCLAIMER: Akira Toriyama created Dragonball Z and all its characters.
A/N: This is my newest effort. Each chapter is going to be a short DBZ ficlet. Enjoy!
WARNING: Lots of swearing.


Chapter 1 - What I hate about you


It was hot outside. It was so hot that moments after stepping out of a cold shower, he was again covered with a thin film of sweat. It was ridiculous. He was already annoyed by the fact that he\'d woken up bathed in sweat not a half hour ago. But even after a ice cold shower he still felt sticky and uncomfortable. It wasn\'t like Vejiitasei. It had been hot there, but it was so dry. He\'d never had to deal with such humidity for such a long period of time. He wanted to parade around naked the whole day but knew the onna would probably have a stroke and he was afraid the onna\'s crazy mother would like it too much.
He pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and quickly decided against any other article of clothing, and headed downstairs for breakfast. To his annoyance he heard the onna and her weak ningen \"boyfriend\" chatting at the kitchen table. He made no effort to keep the sneer off his face when he walked in and sat down across from them at the table. He kept his eyes averted as they leaned close to kiss. He saw their lips meet out of the corner of his eye and made several gagging noises.
\"Shut up, Vegeta.\" Bulma snapped.
\"I\'m trying to eat here.\" He said as Bulma\'s mother set down a plate of fried eggs, toast, bacon, sausages, and sliced cantaloupe and honeydew.
\"Jealous?\" Yamcha had the gall to say. For the first time since they\'d known him Vegeta smiled. Yamcha grimaced as if awaiting a blow to the face, Bulma merely stared in shock.
\"You two disgust me. It\'s bad taste to be mating at the dining table. Why would I be jealous of two morons making pigs of themselves?\" Yamcha and Bulma\'s expressions instantly turned indignant.
\"How dare you?\" Bulma screeched, rising to her feet. Vegeta paid her no mind though. His eyes wequarquarely on Yamcha. He knew the onna would say something, but he\'d wondered if the scarred ningen had the balls to comment. Obviously he didn\'t. his mouth flapped open and shut several times, his face turned a dull crimson.
\"Screw you Vegeta.\" He finally snapped. Vegeta\'s eyebrows rose, the only indication of his surprise. He looked up from his meal and graced the dead ningen with a strangely innocent expression. Maybe innocent is the wrong word to use. Vegeta was incapable of even attempting to look innocent, having had it stripped away at a young age. His face was blank and solemn as if he was waiting for something to happen.
\"I\'m amazed you said that.\" He admitted. \"You have to be the biggest coward on this whole planet.\" Yamcha sputtered in fury as Vegeta appeared to consider something. \"No wait, I\'m not surprised because you\'ll just hide behind this wench-\" he said, indicating Bulma, \"knowing full well that I can\'t do anything to her-\"
\"Yeah right!\" Yamcha cried. \"You could do anything you wanted to her!\"
\"Really?\" he said slowly as if considering the idea. He locked his gaze with Bulma and she instantly turned red, seeing and fully understanding the unspoken half-desire, half-amusement in his eyes.
Yamcha watched the whole thing, his face going from red to purple in his anger.
\"Don\'t even think about it, prick!\"
\"Too late.\" Vegeta said with a smirk. Bulma was utterly silent. She\'d expected Yamcha to be beaten to the curb by now, but for some reason, nothing he said was making Vegeta angry. She grew nervous, expecting Vegeta\'s temper to explode any minute.
\"Vegeta,\" Yamcha huffed, trying to control himself. \"Your nothing but a bastard. It\'s a shame you got wished back. It\'s true that you are a lot stronger than me, but at least I\'m not a fucking asshole.\" Vegeta rolled his eyes.
\"Your a punk bitch.\" Vegeta stated. \"Your a spineless little prick. I\'ve never met a bigger pussy who called himself a fighter. Just last week when Frieza landed I heard what you said. \'I don\'t think I can do this you guys\'\" Vegeta mocked in a high-pitched tone. Yamcha bristled, but then suddenly calmed.
\"Let\'s not talk about Frieza. We were all watching with King Kai when you got your ass beat.\" Yamcha sneered. Vegeta shrugged indifferently. But Bulma, who\'d been watching the whole altercation, saw a flash of pain in Vegeta\'s bottomless eyes. He let his fork drop and met Yamcha\'s gaze and held it, daring the ningen to look away.
\"I never asked to be wished back.\" He said. Yamcha had to agree with that as much as he didn\'t want to.
\"So what? No one said you had to stay here either.\"
\"So where do you suggest I go?\"
\"To hell where you belong!\" Yamcha yelled, his temper getting the better of him. Bulma bit her lip and dug her perfectly manicured nails into the flesh of her palms. But Vegeta only shook his head, smiling slightly.
\"Find someone strong enough to kill me, weakling. Because I\'m not going to kill myself.\" Yamcha snorted.
\"It figures.\" He snickered. \"The almighty Prince of Saiyans needs to be pampered, that\'s why you can\'t leave is it?\" Vegeta\'s eyes widened, a pleased smile on his face and then he began to laugh. Yamcha and Bulma blinked in confusion.
\"You obviously have no idea what you\'re talking about.\" He said when he calmed. \"Get you fucking head out of your ass. This has to be the nicest I\'ve ever been treated. I don\'t have to kill a million people just to get lunch. What the fuck do you know?\" Yamcha grimaced in anger. He had nothing to say for that. It was true he knew close to nothing about Vegeta, and from the look on Bulma\'s face, she knew about as much as he did.
\"That\'s just it.\" Yamcha said, stubbornly shaking his head.BulmBulma\'s letting you live here and expects nothing in return. The least you could do is show some appreciation.\" Bulma winced and elbowed Yamcha in the ribs. If nothing else pissed Vegeta off, this definitely would.
\"Who the fuck are you to tell me who I should be grateful to?\" he yelled, jumping to his feet. Yamcha didn\'t bother to get up. Instead he locked eyes with Vegeta as the Saiyan had done moments before, but he was suddenly nervwhenwhen he saw burning rage and hatred in those black eyes.
\"Look.\" Yamcha said, trying to diffuse the situation he\'d created before he ended up dead. \"I just think it\'s wrong the way you treat Bulma.\"
\"What?!\" Vegeta cried incredulous, his eyes widening fractionally. \"You have the nerve to say that to me when you come to pick her up smelling like three other women!\" he began to laugh, harsh and insulting. Yamcha\'s eyes bulged as he suddenly stared down at his lap.
\"WHAT?!\" Bulma roared jumping to her feet. \"Vegeta, is this true?\" She glared into his eyes, demanding the truth.
\"Why should I lie?\" he said, all traces of temper and mean humor gone. She nodded to herself and rounded on Yamcha in fury.
\"GET OUT!\" she shrieked, pointing at the door.
\"But Bulma-\"
\"OUT!! NOW!!\" she screamed, her face bright red, tears threatening to spill.
\"But how can you believe him?\" Yamcha tried again.
\"Because Vegeta has never lied to me and you have lliollion times! GET THE FUCK OUT!\" Yamcha rose slowly, casting Vegeta a look of deadly contempt. Vegeta smirked. Yamcha opened his mouth to speak again, but knew he only had moments before Bulma decided to let Vegeta beat his ass to a pulp. He bowed and turned, silently walking out the door.


Finis


Ta daa!! See what I mean? Isn\'t it great? And I was also thinking, if anyone likes these interludes enough, they could (with my permission of course) continue the rest of the story. Kinda like on Altair\'s \"Lemony Additions\" (a really awesome page if no one\'s seen it) she let people finish one-shot\'s some of which turned into awesome epics. So e-mail me at: Gattakka700@aol.com