Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Precious Glimpse ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z © Akira Toriyama; A Precious Glimpse © Vegge's Mate

Warning: Rating changed to PG-13 because of language and slight suggestiveness.

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Chapter 2

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"So where is Bulma?" Yamcha asked.

"In the lab," Krillin reiterated, as he chugged the rest of his root beer.

"Why?" the scared faced warrior asked, his voice not rising above the chatter that filled the room, as he sat on the couch. "If she wasn't going to show, she should have just canceled."

Krillin shifted his position on the couch to face Yamcha. "It was a last minute thing. Sheesh, if you want her here that bad, go tell her."

"I didn't say that!" He self-consciously looked around at the rest of Z-gang at the gathering.

Chaotzu, and Puar were in front of them, splayed out across the floor watching a movie. Tien sat with his legs crossed watching the screen too, but would occasionally talk to Muten Roshi who was sitting at the round table filled with snacks - the real food being in the kitchen. Yajirobi and Oolong sat at the table as were, talking amongst themselves. Piccolo didn't move from his corner as he mediated while waiting for Gohan to return from the kitchen.

Seeing that no one was paying him and Krillin any mind, Yamcha didn't feel awkward about where their conversation was heading.

"Well it sure seems that way," Krillin crossed his arms in annoyance. He knew what would come next. His friend did not truly believe Bulma and him were permanently over. Even with Trunks, Yamcha still thought he had a chance with his ex.

"I don't know how she puts up with that asshole."

"Yamcha, get over it."

"No, you don't understand. She doesn't love him. He's poisoned her mind into thinking she does. But don't worry, I plan to get her back and show her what a real man is like."

Just then Krillin's expression changed from annoyance to apprehension…

Yamcha got an uneasy feeling as the fine hairs at the back of his neck stood on end. Hesitantly he turned around and almost shrieked as he saw the glare that haunted him since the gravity room incident. (*) All eyes seemed to suddenly find the situation interesting, though they attempted to be discrete.

Vegeta stood in the doorway holding his son in one arm as the boy rested his head on a powerful shoulder, as his little tail flickered softly about. The prince had put on a pair of black jeans and a navy T-shirt, his tail wrapped around his waist. His son was in tiny gray sweat pants and a white muscle shirt with the insignia of Vegeta-sei's Royal House in red on the front, a birthday gift from his father.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the warrior who dared to speak about his mate like some ditz and boast that he could ever take her back. Did he not learn anything from his ass-whipping two years ago? Vegeta would not have allowed the recreant to ever come around Capsule Corp. grounds again, but Bulma had insisted that whatever happened between her and Yamcha was long since dead and that now they were merely friends. She didn't hold much of a grudge since she was mated to the love of her life and had a beautiful son.

It was quite comical actually, how the scare faced warrior seemed to look fearful suddenly. The rest of the Z Gang who pretty much knew that Yamcha still had a thing for Bulma but hardly heard his talk just seconds earlier, wondered if a confrontation would arise.

The prince dramatically pointed his finger at Yamcha and began to form a ki ball. Everyone tensed. Knowing that Goku wasn't around anymore, Vegeta could do whatever he wanted. Even if Gohan was stronger, could he truly match the experience of the seasoned warrior and his cunning? - But it didn't matter so much since the demi Saiyajin was in the kitchen piling his plate with more food.

The malicious expression on the prince's face turned to smug satisfaction, as he retracted his hand and gave the little ki ball to his son, who happily took it and shrieked with glee.

He leaned close towards Yamcha, who even in his relief did not feel truly relieved. The scared faced warrior looked panicked and leaned away. The penetrating glare he was receiving was really too much. He could not breathe as it seemed to last for minutes.

"Boo!"

"Ah!" Yamcha exclaimed falling off the couch and onto the floor, near a confused Tien.

Krillin could not help his laugher, and Chibi Trunks squealed at the scene, losing the ki ball as it slipped through his chubby hands.

"I hope this doesn't mean you want to visit the gravity room again…"

Mortified and frightened at the prospect, Yamcha shook his head.

"Too bad," the prince said, "last time Bulma thought it was hilarious."

"Oh shit!" Krillin exclaimed, choking on his laughter as peels more came out.

Yamcha shot him a scathing glared. "Traitor!"

Vegeta chuckled.

Everyone else in the room looked upon the scene with mixed sentiments. First Vegeta seemed like he was going to blast Yamcha, but then merely gave the ki ball to his son to play with. Then he made some comment about training in the GR which made Krillin laugh and earned the bald-headed monk the slur of traitor. Most were confused but since Krillin was yucking it up, the situation seemed less serious.

Chibi Trunks squirmed in his father's arm. "Da! Da da dad a da!"

"Hush boy," the prince said in his native tongue, "Can't you see I'm intimidating your mother's ex. Watch carefully and learn how to uphold your mother's honor."

Vegeta could sense his son was not yet full from his earlier snack but before Trunks could continue to pester his father, the phone rang. The sound was a whimsical song Bulma had selected, so he knew it wasn't the house phone. He grabbed it from the hilt on his belt and flipped it open, not even needing to check who was calling.

"Are you almost done?" Vegeta resorted back to Japanese, even though she could speak Saiyango fluently.

The little tyke, however, did not take too well to being ignored. He squirmed in his father's grip while patting his chest. "Dad a! Bada Baaad-da dada!"

"Calm down brat," the prince said in his mother tongue again, as he headed towards the smell of food.

Once out of earshot…

"That's what you deserve!" Krillin said. "Honestly Yamcha, how long has it been? I'm surprised he didn't throw your ass through the wall."

"You are so NOT my friend anymore!" Yamcha crossed his arms obstinately, after having gotten up to resume his previous spot on the couch.

"Such a great loss. I'm devastated."

"What the hell was that all about?" Oolong asked.

"Yamcha was talking about getting Bulma back."

"No way!" Tien said. "You're still stuck on her after what she… did with Vegeta?"

"I'm not saying anything!" Yamcha wisely responded, "Who knows what those Saiya-jin ears can pick up."

"Just to keep the record straight," Krillin retorted, "it wasn't what she did with Vegeta but what Yamcha did WITHOUT Bulma."

"No way!" Tien and Muten Roshi exclaimed.

"Yes way!"

"You fuck!" Yamcha exclaimed.

"No, I didn't!" Krillin said in a smart ass way.

"Tien, what does Krillin mean?" Chaotzu asked.

The still shocked tri-clops only murmured, "He means Yamcha made Bulma reeaaallly angry."

Piccolo uttered a disgruntled snort. When Vegeta had come in, things seemed to turn interesting. He could never get enough of Yamcha's display of fear towards the Saiya-jin prince. But now things were going downhill since Muten Roshi was getting in on the taboo subject. Piccolo was only glad that Gohan was in the kitchen at the moment.

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"What is Trunks fussing about?" his mate asked over the phone, after hearing him speak to the boy.

"He's just being a pig," was the unexpected comment from the father as he walked into the kitchen. But Bulma understood what he meant.

Saiya-jin infants were like bottomless pits, and it was up to their parents to regulate their eating habits so that as they got older they would have no problem with restraint. Vegeta had explained that to Bulma eight months ago when she started feeding Trunks solid food. She had realized why Goku had been unable to control himself when it came to food, where as Vegeta had no problem not complaining about being hungry (when he felt the need not to tease his mate) or how he could forgo meals on occasion and not truly be affected.

"Who's being a pig, Vegeta-san?" Gohan asked and looked up towards the doorway, "Oolong?"

The prince merely chuckled as he got to the table and sat Trunks in his high chair. Chi Chi was across from them as she helped to fill several plates with food for her son.

"So you are going to feed him more?" Bulma inquired.

"I'm just going to give him some bloody meat. That's why he is even acting up. You know milk is just not… cutting it anymore."

"Yeah, I've realized that but it is just so hard for me to feed him that."

"Then I will," he said gladly, as he tied the bib around Trunks's neck.

"You would! Since you like it just the same."

"You know you did too when you were pregnant with him." He snickered at the recollection, as he opened the refrigerator. He took out the container of choice meat pieces, that he had the pleasure of seeking out in the forest just that very morning.

It was one of the things he enjoyed about having a Saiya-jin baby around. He hunted often as he wanted, but now he could eat bloody meat at the table without his mate so much as objecting like she used to do when it had only been for him. With Trunks around, she began to understand that it was not a sick twisted preference but rather a necessity for Saiyajin nutrition just as much as vegetables were for humans.

"Anyways!" she said in annoyance. He always wagged that embarrassment in her face whenever she made a slightly derisive comment about his Saiyajin habit. It was not like she did it out of fancy; it was purely need. She would deny her son nothing if it meant he would become healthy.

"I really only called to see how everything was going on… if everything was okay… if you decided to kill Yamcha…?"

Vegeta began to feed his son and the boy hungrily ate what was offered to him. "I should, you know? After what he said, I think you'd oblige me that pleasure."

"What was it? -You know, tell me later. I really have a lot more work to do; and as much as I love talking to you, I really want to finish up here so I can see everyone."

"Well then SHUT UP!"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Gladly!"

"Hentai!"

"Don't you forget it!"

"Oh, I am so hanging up on you."

"Not if I hang up on you first!" And with that last barb he flipped the phone closed, and placed it back into the hilt, not knowing that they had in fact hung up on each other at the same time.

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I hope you like. There was more to this chapter but I decided to cut it off and leave for the next. And please don't forget to review. ^_^

(*) This is in reference to Chapter 14 of "Stupid Monkey". My fics do not have any real connection but I thought it would be funny to have just this little bit. If anyone wants to read that fic, you have to be 18 or older and can request it by sending me an email: vegges_mate@yahoo.com