Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing on the razors edge.... ❯ Chapter one ( Chapter 1 )

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this chapter is from Vegeta's point of view…




Dancing on the razors edge…


I've been on this mud ball of a planet longer then I should have been. One month after being wished back with the DragonBalls, here I am staying with the blue haired onna that was on Namek. I have everything I need at the moment: a gravity room, food, and someplace to sleep while I train to beat Kakarott. The onna, she is mouthy, annoying but on the same card full of life and not afraid to stand up to me. In all my travels have I found a female of any species that would stand toe-to-toe with me and not afraid to tell me where to shove it. I think I shall enjoy my time here on this awful planet until I get a spaceship of some sorts to get out of here after I defeat Kakarott.

Her friends are annoying at best. The ones that have been around the house over the last month have been duplicates of the onna, all female loud, rude, and insane in my opinion. The onna's mate has been around also, but does not participate in her nightly ritual of going out with the others. I don't think the weak warrior likes her going out all the time; they get into petty bickering sessions irritating me to no ends over her lifestyle and not paying attention to him. If I were he, I'd find another onna to mate with.

Tonight is peaceful, too peaceful for my tastes here. I watch the stars from my balcony on the second floor, thankful that the onna's chirpy mother has left me alone finally to my thoughts. The sound of loud music and the onna's voice grabs my attention from the driveway. Seems the onna is going out with her friends once again tonight. It was the same last night and the night before and the night before that, her noisy disgusting friends picking her up to go out to some place for some fun. She didn't sound like she was having fun when she returned home way after three in the morning. After the first half hour of her retching, I figured I would gain no more sleep for the night so I went to the gravity room to get away from her which seemed to become almost second nature to me, as soon as she arrived home, I would leave so I didn't have to listen to her crying or throwing up what ever she ate.

"Bye mom, don't wait up!" Bulma shouted as she ran out the door of the house to her awaiting friends. The music was turned down for some welcome exchanges between them all before she climbed into the vehicle and the music was turned back up. I cringe at the crap they call music. It hurts my ears to the point I think they'll start bleeding. Have to remind myself to blow that shit up the next time. Tomorrows another day, unfortunately I'll be here still.

A loud thump startled me from my dreams of carnage; I glance to the annoying clock that glowed at me reading the numbers as two in the morning. It has to be the onna back from her night of fun. I slip on a pair of boxers before making a stealthy exit of my room to find out what's going on. Slipping down the stairs quietly, I find the onna fumbling to get off the floor. I find this kind of amusing to see, laughing silently to myself. She wretches herself up with the aid of a nearby table before turning on the lights before gasping when she sees me perched at the top of the stairs watching her.

"What the hell do you want?" She slurs out at me, her body wavering a bit.
"Not you that's for sure ugly fat wench. Next time you wake me at this hour I won't hesitate to blast you." I watch her eyes fall on me with anger burning bright in the depths of those blue eyes, her small hands curling in to fists at her sides.
"Does the weakling know that you go out dressed like a harlot? Pathetic." I spat out at her as she tried to climb the stairs after me.
"Fuck off Vegeta, I'm not in the mood to listen to the monkey prince tonight."
"You kiss you mother with that mouth?" I chuckled and walked back to my room, listening to her cuss at me. I can hear her in her room crying once again, blubbering about how she hates her life. I don't understand why she hates it so much. She has everything she could ever dream of having, so what's the deal? She's some what smart, and sort of attractive for an earth onna.

The night came and gone, I went back to my routine I have made for myself. Up before the bright fireball rises into the sky to start my work out regiment only stopping to get breakfast four hours after I start. I tried not to pay attention to the onna when she came down from her room looking like pure hell. She brushed off her mothers' insistent ramblings for a cup of coffee before walking out the back door to her lab.

"Bulma dear, sit down and eat."
"No thanks mom, I have work to do." She muttered out before the door closed behind her. I stared for a moment before returning to my food.

The day went on like normal besides the onna missing from the table at dinner only showing up late at night from hours of partying with her so called friends. The next day was the same, she would come down grab just a cup of coffee and leave without a backwards glance at anyone. She didn't even fight with me when I told her to fix the malfunctioning gravity machine. Now where is the fun at poking fun at the onna when she won't snap back at me?

To me, she looks like hell warmed over, and it seems I'm not the only one that has noticed this. Her mother has talked about it while making me breakfast in the mornings, saying Bulma was looking pretty thin. I did not notice this at first because I never paid that much attention to her body. I have no inclination of wanting her in that way, so why look. But I did notice a change in her fiery attitude that I liked about her, so I hung back in the shadows watching her from a distance so she wouldn't notice.

She has a routine of her own that she would follow, leaving the house before grabbing breakfast heading towards her lab that she shared with her weird father. After sitting for hours watching the lab, I found that she tinkered around until almost dusk, when she'd come in and change to go out at night. Her nightlife was pretty disturbing to me at first. She would grab something fast to eat on the way to the clubs, dance and drink most of the night away with her friends and other guys. I'm sure if her mate knew about this he would be pretty angry with her and leave her. Somewhere towards the end of the night she would disappear from the bar to use the ladies room, but come out looking very ill. I wonder what she's doing in there that makes her that way. But I blame it on the alcohol she has consumed in great quantities throughout the night. I don't understand how anyone would call that a good time.

What is she doing to herself and why should I care???