Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonded by Pain and Blood ❯ Stuff I didn't want to know ( Chapter 2 )

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Warning: if you are a Yamcha lover and like him just the way he is on the show, don't read any further!

Moshe Moshe every one. Thanks for the reviews, they make my day. If there's anything you want or don't want to see in my story either review or e-mail me `k? I know how excited you all are to read my next chapter so here it is.

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BOOM!!

Bulma waved her hands to clear the smoke coming from the heap of twisted metal on her desk. She growled in frustration. That was the fifth house-bot that she broke today. Every time she was in a foul mood she would try to improve her inventions, but instead she would end up demolishing them. Bulma massaged a cramp out of her neck when she looked at the wall clock.

`One `o clock a.m.?! I must've lost track of time. I may as well go to bed, although I'm not really tired. I'll just get a late night snack, that'll put me to sleep.' Bulma got up to walk down to the kitchens for her snack. "I swear, if that saiyan has yet again eaten us out of food, I'll permanently put the GR out of commission!" she grumbled to herself. Vegeta had a habit of eating everything in the refrigerator without any concern for other hungry stomachs.

As she walked down the hallway, she saw a faint glow coming from under the kitchen door. "Oh, no you don't Vegeta, not tonight!" she thought as she quickened her pace. Bulma burst though the swinging door and yelled "Vegeta! Get your slimy tail…Oh, hi Mom."

Bulma's mother, Bunny Briefs, was sitting on a stool at the counter with an array of snack foods scattered about.

"Oh hi dear! I was just making your favorite, peanut butter and banana sandwiches. No crust either. And there's some cookies'n cream ice-cream in the freezer as well." She said happily. Bunny Briefs was always in a good mood. Even at this god forsaken hour.

"Thanks Mom. You always know how to cheer me up." Every time Bulma was feeling low, or something was troubling her, there was Bunny ready to pick her back up again.

"What's wrong dear, Vegeta getting to ya again?" Bunny said with an all-knowing smile.

Bulma sat down on the stool across from her mother. "How do you always know what's bugging me?"

"Mother's intuition dear. And also you were blowing up your old inventions again."

"Oh. Sorry if I woke you." Bulma gave a tired sigh. "I can't understand how he can just get under my skin like that. I've met other people as arrogant and annoying as him, but I've never let them get to me as much as he does. He taunts me all day long, like he enjoys it or something. And when I try to ignore him, he knows just which buttons to push to provoke me. He just so…conceited and…. and so self absorbed!"

Bulma was getting so worked up that she was stuttering.

"I can't stand his ass! When I'm working or trying to finish a project, he just bursts into my lab and starts demanding things like I'm his personal slave or something. He has not a considerate bone in his body!"

"Oh, Bulma you know that he's not that bad. I actually think he likes you"

"Please Mom, he is so far from likening me."

"Remember that boy from elementary school…what was his name? Oh, yes! Johnny Hinkle. Any way, he use to tease you so bad that you'd come home crying, and you thought he hated you."

"But I got hold of his note book and found my name scribbled all over it with hearts everywhere. So what?"

"Sound familiar dear?" Bunny gave her another one of her all-knowing motherly looks. If Mrs. Briefs weren't as ditzy as she was, she would have made a perfect psychiatrist.

Bulma gave her mother an incredulous look. "Vegeta…like me? Ma, do you know how crazy that sounds? In what dimension would he ever like anyone?"

"Oh, I could give you reasons. For starters, you have my sensational good looks." Bunny said as she flipped her silky blond hair. "You have such sharp wit that no one, other than Vegeta, could stand up to. The biggest reason is that you're brave enough to stand up to him. I think he likes it when you challenge him. No one else would, save Goku, but he's too sweet. And you like Vegeta too, I can tell."

"I do not like that tail waging, spiky haired, midget saiyan! I have a boyfriend. One I hope to marry some day, thank you very much! We are very much in love and the Saiyan no Ouji is not going to change that." Said Bulma as she crossed her arms.

"I don't doubt that you and Yamcha love each other dear, it's just that Yamcha doesn't excite or challenge you like Vegeta does. I've seen you argue with both men and your eyes don't light up with Yamcha as they do with Vegeta."

"Well Mom, I'm not supposed to like arguing with the man I'm to love, am I?"

"You do when you're around Vegeta."

Bulma smiled and shook her head. "Mom, lay off the sake for now, `k?" (Sake is a rice alcohol for those of you who don't know) She finished off her sandwich as she got up to leave the kitchen. "Good night Mom."

"Night dear." When Bulma left the room Bunny though, `I wonder what their children will look like?' She imagined a purple haired boy with Bulma's eyes and Vegeta's face. Bunny laughed at the though.

"Ha! Purple hair. How silly I am."

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"No, Father I am worthy, I am!" Vegeta cried in his sleep. His eyes snapped open as he bolted upright. Vegeta looked around the dark room, taking in his surroundings. "Just a dream…. just a stupid dream." He reassured himself. His voice was hoarse and shaky. Beads of sweat were dripping down his high peaked forehead. `Just a dream, or a message from the dead' said a small voice in his mind.

"I'm acting like a child to be scared by dreams. This planet is turning me into a weakling!" He said to himself as he untangled himself from the twisted sheets. He glanced at the bed-stand clock. "Five-thirty. Time to start training."

Vegeta got out of bed and opened a dresser containing all his clothes. (which wasn't much since he doesn't like shopping and won't let anyone else do it for him) He pulled out his typical navy blue spandex shorts and a white tank top. Then he slipped on his white boots, which had 50lb weights in them. After getting dressed, he headed toward the kitchen to scrape up some breakfast.

He fixed himself 8 bowls of `Wheaties' (Bunny thought he might like them), 10 scrambled eggs, a pound of fried ham, and a gallon of orange juice. (He may be the prince but he's not helpless when fixing meals) He sat down and shoveled the mushy brown cereal into his mouth. "Breakfast of champions, my ass!" He said as he spat it out.

After Breakfast, Vegeta began his punishing training routine. His muscles would be pounded into a big wad of cookie dough by the time everyone else in the Briefs home was slapping the snooze button on their alarm clocks. Androids or not, only one thing was making him take all this punishment: becoming the legendary Super Saiyan.

"Must… beat… Kakkorot! I'm… not… weak!" he chanted as he did pushups under the 450gs. After his warm up, he pushed the GR to a full 500g. Vegeta stood in the middle of the room, focusing all the energy he could to power him up.

"Yes!" He cried, "I feel it! I am strong enough! I will become a Super Saiyan!" He powered himself up past the point where he thought his body might break. His muscles strained as he pushed himself even harder. The hull of the GR was groaning under the pressure that Vegeta was creating. "Just a little more!" He thought. Just as he thought he couldn't hold it any longer, the lights in the Gravity Room went out and the gravity went back to zero, causing Vegeta to slam into the ceiling with a sickening crunch.

"I thought that woman fix this piece of shit!" he screamed after extracting himself from the dent in the ceiling. He looked up at it and found an exact impression of his entire body. Even his flame-like hair was perfectly captured in the metal.

"Fuck the androids! If this machine breaks one more time, I'm blowing this planet up!"

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Bulma woke up to the refreshing smell of bacon and eggs. She had a rather rough night trying to sleep after the conversation with her mother. It was simply not possible for Vegeta to like her at all, let alone in the romantic way. Vegeta doesn't like anybody. Besides, even if he did, she knew she couldn't leave Yamcha. Who knows what that might do to him. Yamcha would be so lost with out her. In most of her past experiences with her boyfriend, she remembered having to take care of him one way or another. For example, one time not so long ago, Bulma had to get Yamcha out of trouble when, with one of his clumsy hand gestures, he knocked over an entire display of crystal statuettes at a jewelry shop. (She was trying to entice him to buy an engagement ring) Or another time when he went crazy with his first credit card and bought himself into major debt. She sometimes felt more like a babysitter or and older sister than his girlfriend.

But damn if Vegeta wasn't sexy! She can barely argue with him without drooling over his rippling abs anymore. Bulma shook her head to get thoughts of him out of her mind.

"I've got to get my head examined." Bulma grabbed her purple silk bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. She found her parents and "Kitty", Mr. Briefs black kitten, sitting at the breakfast table on the balcony waiting for her arrival before they dug in. Just as Bulma was about the sit down, she heard pounding at the front door.

"I'll get it." Bulma jogged to the source of the pounding and opened the door to find Yamcha and Puar standing (or should I say floating in Puar's case) on the other side.

"Hey Yamcha!" Bulma said in the cheeriest voice she could muster. "Hey Bulma. You look like hell." Said Yamcha. Puar turned and looked at her "Yea Bulma, you ok?"

Bulma gave a tired sigh. "Yea I'm fine. Just got a few work related issues keeping me up. What's up with you guys?"

Yamcha shot her a look of disbelief. "Don't you remember? You asked me to go shopping with you today to pick out a new swimsuit for the beach."

"Oh, right, yeah. I'm sorry Yamcha I completely forgot. We'll go after breakfast ok?"

"That's ok." Yamcha bent over and placed a kiss on Bulma's forehead. "I'll forgive you this time."

"Thanks a lot." Bulma said sarcastically. "You guys want some breakfast too?"

"Did your mom cook?" Bulma may be the smartest person in the land, but she could burn water.

"Yes, luck you!" she said, punching Yamcha's arm. Puar gave a sigh of relief.

Bulma led her two guests to the balcony where her parents were seated. They both looked up and greeted Yamcha.

"Morning my boy! I haven't seen you around for a while." Said Mr. Briefs while still reading the newspaper.

"Well, I've been tangled up in some issues with my baseball manager. He says that I should do more endorsements for money, but I've got to train for the androids."

"That's nice son."

"Yamcha dear, would you like some breakfast?" Bunny was always offering food.

"Sure, why not?" Yamcha set himself down across the table next to Bulma.

"So what are you kids doing…"

"WOMAN!" Vegeta stomped onto the balcony looking more agitated than ever.

"Veggie-chan! Have some Breakfast." Leave it to Bunny to offer food in order to keep the peace.

Vegeta stopped in his tracks at the sight of the piles of scrambled eggs and bacon. His anger was temporarily forgotten as he remembered how hungry he was.

"Don't call me that name! But because of my royal appetite, I'll accept your offer."

Bunny stifled a giggle as Vegeta quickly found a place next to Bulma and wolfed down the entire platter of eggs and was reaching for the bacon.

"Hey you pig! We haven't had any food yet!" Bulma yelled in Vegeta's ear. Yamcha shifted uncomfortably in his chair as if he were sitting on a nail.

"You're a woman, fix your own food." Vegeta said between mouthfuls. After all the food had vanished from the table, Vegeta daintily wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin and remembered what it was he came here to do. But since he was now in a good mood, he was going to have a little fun.

"That stupid GR machine is broken again." He said calmly. "Speaking of stupid, I thought that you were supposed to be a genius when a lawn chair has an IQ higher than you."

Bulma was starting to get red in the face with rage. She would not tolerate being insulted in front of her boyfriend. "Well, if you are that much smarter, than you can fix the GR by yourself. Come on Yamcha, we'll eat out." Bulma grabbed Yamcha's arm and dragged him away.

That did not go as Vegeta wanted. Usually they would exchange a few volleys of insults then she would get tired of it and agree to fix the GR in a while. Bulma never walks away from a fight.

"It's ok, Bulma will fix it eventually." Mr. Briefs said to ward off a temper tantrum from Vegeta who would be throwing a fit by now, but he was too puzzled by Bulma's sudden change in behavior to feel angry at the moment.

"Humph!" is all he said before blasting off the balcony and out of sight.

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"What'd ya think of this one?" said Bulma. She was modeling a shimmering blue string bikini for Yamcha.

"Um...Uh…Gee…Uh?" was all Yamcha could stammer out. He looked highly uncomfortable standing in front of the ladies dressing room. "Couldn't you just ask my opinion before you try on the suit?" Bulma gave an irritated sigh. The main reason why she asked Yamcha to go shopping with her was to get him to actually enjoy looking at her body. He still hasn't gotten over his shyness of women. She turned to a full-length mirror and had an idea. "Maybe if I get another guys opinion, then he will get jealous!"

She stopped a very attractive male sales clerk who was walking by. "So tell me sir, what do think of this suit?"

"Oh darling, it looks fabulous on you! I'd get it myself, but I'm a size ten and we're all out." He said while striking a very feminine pose. It was quite obvious what his sexual preferences were. The clerk turned and eyed Yamcha. "So who's your cute friend here?" He whispered into her ear.

"His name is Yamcha, and he's my boyfriend!" she said through her teeth.

"Oh, my mistake." Said the clerk. Bulma glared at him and stomped back into the dressing room. When she was gone the clerk walked over to Yamcha.

"So, you two are an item, huh?" the clerk said coyly.

"Um, yea sort of." Said Yamcha. He was blushing slightly. (Please no flames!)

"Well, when you stop denying yourself, call me." The clerk handed him a slip of paper and walked off. He turned and looked at Yamcha and gave him a wink before disappearing out of sight. Yamcha blushed again and scratched his head.

"What just happened?" he asked himself.

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