Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A blue fantasy ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 4 )

Vegeta woke, blinking slowly and gazing upon the black clock which read six o' clock AM. A few seconds later, he realized why he had woken so early, Bulma was laying on and cutting off the circulation to his tail.

Gently, trying not to wake her, he slid his tail out from under her, standing and stretching. Vegeta ventured toward the kitchen, stomach growling at the thought of food to satisfy his monsterous sayjin appetite. He reached for the fridge, but looked to the left, seeing an oddly shaped bottle on the counter.

He grabbed the bottle, swirling it's yellowish contents and hesitantly drew it to his lips, taking a large gulp. He gagged, slamming it on the counter and gripping his throat coughing. Bulma stepped into the room rubbing her eyes, "what's wrong?"

"How do you humans drink that shit?! It's horrible!"

He handed the bottle to her and she almost dropped it, "you drankLysol?! It's poisonous!!" Vegeta shrugged, "oh well, I'm sayjin! I'm probably immune to your petty human poisons!" And next thing he knew he was in the bathroom puking his brains out. Bulma stood with her back against the door, hoping the fact that he was a sayjin and way stronger than a human, that he'd be ok.

She stepped back as the door opened, Vegeta looking down at her, "why the hell were you keeping poison on you counter?"

"It's not actually poison, it's house cleaner, but it's poisonous to drink because of all the chemicals in it...." He remained starring at her for seconds later, trying to grasp this concept, before staggering off toward the couch in the living room.

A few hours later, Yamcha stepped through the door with a face lacking expression, looking at Bulma, then to Vegeta who was really pale and sprawled out across the couch, "what's his problem?" Bulma looked up and starred at Yamcha for a second, "oh, hi, he drank Lysol."

Yamcha had now formed a grin on his face, "sucks to be him!" Vegeta opened his eyes and gave Yamcha a look like he'd kill him, Yamcha gripping her arm and pulling her into the next room, where he thought Vegeta would be unable to hear him, but with his acute sayjin hearing he didn't miss a single word.

Yamcha stepped toward her, "Bulma.... I, I want you back!" Bulma looked shocked, Vegeta growling under his breath. Bulma looked into his eyes, him starting to plead again, "I love you! Why did you even leave me?" Bulma's expression became angry, "why?! Because your an asshole! And on top of that, all you ever did was lie to me! I got sick of getting mixed up in your problems!"

She, to his surprise, put her arms around him, "I love you to Yamcha, there is a part of me that always will...." Vegeta froze, listening closly as she whent on, "but, there's a part of me.... that will always hate you, and I can't help that." He pushed her off, "you're so selfish! I can't believe you just said that!!"

Yamcha slammed open the door of the room they were in, storming off toward the living room door to leave, looking at Vegeta who was snickering, "what are youlaughing at?"

"You! You actually thought she'd take you back? Your so neive! Your just a sad ugly jerk with no life, your not worthy for her!"

Yamcha leapt on Vegeta, slamming his fist into Vegeta's face. Vegeta threw him off, making him slam into the coffee table next to them. Bulma looked out the door quickly to see what was going on, watching Vegeta elbow Yamcha in the mouth and grabbing him by his arms, smashing him into the wall. Yamcha grasped of breath, glaring at Vegeta.

"I might be sick, but I can still whoop your useless human ass, so fuck off!" He pulled Yamcha away, only to again slam him painfully into the wall. Yamcha looked up again, saying through his teeth, "I'm not worthy enough for her? Who is? You?!"

"Maybe, maybe not, but who ever it is, it aint you!" Vegeta said and threw Yamcha on the floor, watching him dart out the door, falling to his knees in exhaustion. Bulma ran to his side, "you know, most humans would be dead about now, your lucky."

Vegeta looked at her, " I swear, I'll kill him next time I see him!!" She just starred up at him with her big saphire which desplayed concern, him sighing and forming a smile, putting his arm around her, "I can't die! If I did, I couldn't train, or, pretect you!"

He sort of blushed as she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, "than go ahead! You'rethe one I want, to stand by me and protect me, to hold me close, I hope you neverleave me!"