Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Balance ❯ Revenge is Sweet ( Chapter 2 )

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Last time on "Balance":

Bulma growled, slammed the window shut and grabbed her tool box. She was so sick of being his slave. She knew he treated others like this but she would be damned if he was going to treat her, Bulma Briefs the most beautiful and intelligent woman on earth, like that. She started to form a plan as she muttered about "pompous idiot monkey princes." Oh he was going to pay.

Vegeta smiled wickedly as he entered the house. He would have to find the annoying yellow haired female if he wanted something to eat. Perhaps she was in the kitchen?

Cutting the woman off would most likely buy him an unstoppable verbal tirade later but who cared as long as he got his gravity machine fixed. Besides the onna on a rampage was a beautiful thing to see. Rampage was a weak word for this case. She took her anger out on nearly every object and person she came in contact with; her parents and the weakling included. Can we say misplaced aggression? It never even occurred to Vegeta how vengeful the mind of the woman could be.

As if on que the object of his thoughts strolled into the kitchen. However when she saw Vegeta she only smiled sweetly and went to the fridge. He wondered if she had at last lost what hold on sanity she had. The Saiya-jin prince continued to watch her with a raised eyebrow. She appeared to be making a sandwich. That's it. No yelling. No throwing of strange and random objects. Something was wrong, and he had to find out what that something was. If he asked directly, she would likely dodge the question but he noticed when she got pissed she let things slip. Now, provoking a mad woman is most likely not the best idea but . . .

"Onna," he demanded, "Make me food."

Instead of turning around and attacking his sexist request, she only popped her head about to face him with that same damnable smile on her face.

"Sure, Vegeta, What kind of sandwich would you like? Turkey or Baloney?"

What. Kind. Of. Sandwich. Would. He. Like.

"Both and I'd like fifty of them," the order was meant to anger her and yet,

"Well I don't have time to make that many, so I'll make you two and the bots can do the rest," she said in a perfectly pleasant manner.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes warily at her.

"Did you fix the GR?"

This time she did not even turn around to answer him. "Yes, that's what you wanted me to do, isn't it?"

"Well, yes," he said quietly and then to himself, "So why are being so placid about it?" Suddenly Bulma glanced at the clock. Only 6 o'clock. Wait, 6 o'clock.

"Shit, I have a date with Yamcha at seven. Oh well an hour should be enough."

"It takes you an hour to prepare for a night with weakling? I thought for sure it would you longer. With that ugly face of yours," Vegeta said with a smirk. The blue haired beauty turned around, a deathly wicked gleam in her brilliant cerulean eyes. The smirk on her face matching his perfectly. She sashayed across the room until she was not but an inch from his body.

"Surely," Bulma said in a sultry voice as she ran a finger from his belly to the tip his chin and kept it there, "I'm not that unappealing." The Saiya-jin felt a line of fire, even under his training clothes, where her finger had traced. For some reason his eyes were drawn to her lips. They were magnificent to look at; he suddenly found himself wondering what they would taste like. Entranced by the tone her voice had taken and partly puzzled by her behavior.

Bulma, upon seeing that he was both speechless and looking at her with almost lusty eyes, shoved the ceramic plate she was holding in her other hand into his unsuspecting gut. She gently patted his face in a condescending way and smiled, "Don't wait up for me. I'll be gone until tomorrow." Bulma turned and left the kitchen to get ready for her date. Vegeta shook off whatever spell the onna had cast on him and sniffed his sandwiches maybe she had poisoned them. Finding no scent of a toxin on them and being a Saiya-jin who are ruled by their stomachs, he took a bite.

Something was definitely up with the woman. But what? What was she planning?

"So, how are you, babe," Yamcha asked as they sat down for dinner at their favorite restaurant (A/N: I'm not giving it a name because its inconsequential and I don't feel like going to an English-French translator).

"First of all, don't call me babe. Secondly, fine, even with his highness, king of all pain in the asses in the house" Bulma replied grinning as if there were no tomorrow. She was so happy to be out with her boyfriend. Yamcha had avoided the house like the plague when Vegeta moved in unfortunately that meant avoiding her as well. They went out on dates less and less often because of it. Bulma feared the relationship's deterioration. Yamcha was safe. He was all she had ever known since she was sixteen. Any other relationship as well as their breaking up forever seemed incomprehensible. (A/N: Gonna vomit swear I'm gonna throw up.)

"Cool, so do you have any new inventions you're working on?"

"No nothing really just improving some stuff."

It was the first enjoyable conversation Bulma felt she had had in years and quite refreshing. They spoke of anything and everything that came to their minds. Both stayed from unpleasant points of conversation as much as possible.

"Listen, ba-Bulma, I'm going to get right to the point, "Yamcha said later on, after the conversation had waned and dessert was about to be brought. "I don't like you living with that-that," the word came out as a whisper in order not to alarm the other restaurant patrons, "killer."

"I know you don't, Yamcha but I don't really see where else I can live. All the apartments and houses anywhere near CC are taken by the employees and I really don't feel like trekking fifty miles every morning or evicting someone so that you can be comfortable."

Yamcha ignored the little sneer she put on the end of that statement. And continued, "Well, I only live about five miles away you know. So maybe you could come live with me-"

"Really," Bulma gushed, "Oh that would be wonderful." Yamcha smiled at his girlfriend's obvious delight.

"We can work out the details at my place later tonight," he said as a wolfish leer replaced that smile. Bulma only giggled as joy spread through her bones.

"Good I didn't want to go back home tonight anyway."

"Any special reason?"

"Only one and I suspect he's quite angry from his surprise right now."

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Vegeta walked towards the GR, angry at the idea he could not figure out what the onna was up to. As well as the reaction he had taken when the woman had done her pseudo-seduction. Had it been that long since he had been with a woman? The last time must have been two years ago on Freeza's ship. Something he did not particularly want to think about. Training took precedence before all thoughts of the onna and her inevitable revenge. It was not that Vegeta wanted to save the Earth strictly for the sake of saving its people. His opinion of the citizens of earth was pretty well shown in the way he lived his everyday life. No he had a desire to slaughter them not save them; it more that he did not want to die again and obviously there was his rampaging need to become a super Saiya-jin and destroy Kakkarot.

Vegeta stepped towards the Gravity room's control panel and flipped on the gravity. He could already move normally at a hundred and twenty Gs. Tonight he planned to go to one-seventy.

Unfortunately his plan was stopped as the gravity five hundred times that of the Earth's came crashing down on him. He was thrown onto the unforgiving floor of the room. He managed to steal breaths in hard gotten gasps. He was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling when the hologram flickered on above him.

It was the onna, dressed as she had been that afternoon, in overalls complete with the oil smudge on her left cheek. She was looking down on him with a smile.

"Oh, it's on," the phantom onna looked slightly surprised.

"Motherfucking bitch," he yelled at it. A trap, she had set a trap in the GR.

"Now Vegetable, watch your language," she said with a single finger in the air and a scolding tone, "You shouldn't curse around ladies even holograms of ones."

"I'll do as I wish, bitch" Vegeta said with every labored breath. The thing laughed sadistically.

"I figured you would say as much that's why I recorded this. Anyways as you might have noticed I have set the Gravity Room to Five Hundred times the Earth's gravity. Why have I done this, you may be asking. Because you have pissed me off for the last time. This is my house and, by Kami, I demand respect," she looked irate, "And so I have set this punishment up for you darling monkey prince. Here's the deal. The gravity goes off you when you say the words `I'm Sorry.' That's all I'm asking you for a simple apology."

"Like hell, whore, I'll just blast this thing to HFIL."

"Oh, and don't try to break the GR to get out of it. Besides the fact that it would be a bitch to fix; since the last little mishap when the thing exploded I added a few layers of an alloy I developed myself. I am a genius after all so the alloy will reflect your ki blasts and even if you did manage to have enough strength to throw a punch it's strong enough to withstand a punch from Goku. So the only way you're getting out of here is by apology. I might let you out when I get home out of sympathy but I won't be until morning, so tough luck and have fun."

And with that the image was gone.

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On the next `Balance': How will Vegeta get out of the mess he's in? Will he *gasp* say he's sorry? Yeah and pigs will fly. Bulma has a naughty dream and Goku stops by.

A/N: Yay! Word is working again. I can finally get this posted. Anyways I'd like to give props to maccam and GetaGirl 247 for reviewing. You guys totally rock. I promise the next installment will be out faster because my comp is working again. Thanks for the encouragement you guys were my second and third ever reviews. Much happiness. I know I promised Yamcha bashing but hey he had to go and be a nice guy for once. Don't worry he won't be for long. Tehe. I really don't think the guy's that bad but I can't stand the thought of them together. Breakup is eminent. Also Bulma may seem a little immature but that's all part of the story. Lastly I'm thinking about writing a B/V Little Mermaid parody, based on the story not the movie. If you like, vote! I'll insert a bit in the next chap if I get enough positive answers instead of one of these long ass author notes.

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