Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DBZ: Unlikely Romance ❯ Getaway ( Chapter 4 )

The air was begining to take on a slight chill as the breezes blew. Winds picked up a bit, and birds began to fly overhead in droves. The bright green of the leaves was turning pale. Soon, they would change color and fall. All of this could mean only one thing: Summer was coming to and end.

Bulma stood in the front yard, looking at the scenery around her. A summer that had seen her rescued from Garlic Jr. and the Black Water Mist, the end all beat all with Yamcha, and the most surprising thing of all, her relationship with Vegeta. It had all gone by so quickly, it seemed. But now, the sun began to dip lower in the evening sky, and autumn winds were beginning to blow.

She looked around the yard and at the compound. Soon, the green tone of happiness and warmth would give way to a blanket of cold, white snow. 'Good reason to cuddle up to Vegeta' she thought to herself. Chuckeling, she decided to head back into the house. Vegeta would be coming out of the GT for lunch soon. Her parents had gone out for the day, so she thought she'd do something special for her Saiyan beau.

She bustled around the kitchen for an entire hour before she declared success on the meal she had prepared. Just as she lit the candles she had added for that romantic touch, Vegeta appeared in the doorway. He was drenched in sweat, obviously working overtime again. "He he! Hey, Vegeta! Lunch is ready!"

"Good. I'm starving." He looked around to see if anyone else was about. When he was satisfied that they were alone, he loosened up a bit. "You know, at times, I wonder if I'll ever become a Super Saiyan."

"Oh, Vegeta, of course you'll make it. You're working as hard as Goku ever did. You'll get there, I'm sure."

"You don't know how much I hope you're right."

She walked around behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. She got up on her toes to reach his ear, and whispered. "You'll always be my Super Saiyan. Now sit down and eat something."

Hearing that made the proud warrior smile. She always had a way of making him feel better about everything. In their 2 months together, she had become the light of his life, a new reason for him to train to defeat the androids. He had been unable to defend himself or his home planet against Freiza, and now he had something to defend. His Bulma. He made his way over to the table and sat down. Once he had situated himself, Bulma began to baby him with his meal.

"OK, Vegeta, come on, down the hatch!"

"Bulma, what are you doing?"

"Come on, silly. Airplane needs to fly into the hangar!" She began swinging the spoon around through the air. "Pilot to hangar, open up!"

"Bulma...ulp!!" She took advantage of his mistake and shoved the spoon into his mouth.

"Ha ha ha ha! Oh Vegeta!"

He was a little bit angry, but that soon gave way to enjoyment. It was a funny moment. And, for the first time, he laughed at himself. And boy, did he laugh. He and Bulma were nearly rolling on the floor. They came to some time later, and their eyes met. They stared into each other for a time, this was something they did alot as of late. When they were alone, they would share moments like this one. Totally taken by one another, lost in each other's eyes, almost on another astral plane in their own right.

"Are you going to help me eat this, Bulma-Chan, or do I have to make myself look like Kakkarot?"

She looked at him oddly. Like Kakkarot? She knew that he meant Goku, but... Goku, food. And then, it hit her, and she roared with laughter. Yes! He had! Vegeta made a funny! She calmed down after a while, and looked at him adoringly. He was becoming more and more human each day to her. And everything like the Prince of her dreams. And then, she got a naughty idea...

Vegeta was too distracted by her gaze, and didn't expect what came next. His jaw, slack in a smile to his companion, suddenly became full. In surprise he bit down to find a roll of ham protruding from his mouth. He nearly spit it halfway accross the kitchen, and managed to pull the remainder of the meat away from his mouth as Bulma broke out laughing. His surprise turned to a scowl as he chewed his unexpected second course.

"Come on, Vegeta, eat up! Mom and dad will be home soon, and I don't want this place a mess. Mom will have a fit and you know it."

Bulma had just finished washing the dishes when her parents walked into the house. The whole kitchen was a mess from her and Vegeta eating, and playing with, lunch, and she worked overtime to clean it. Vegeta himself had gone back to the GT to continue his training. A little winded from her cleaning, Bulma sat down and sighed.

"He he. Looks like you were working overtime there, Bulma. Do we have some welcome news for you, in that case." Dr. Breif spoke with an upbeat tone. Bulma couldn't quite place why. She knew they had been out all day, but why they seemed this happy was beyond her.

"What's this wonderful news, dad?"

"Your father and I thought we've all been working too hard lately, so we went out and planned a vacation! And even better, we've invited Krillin and his new girlfriend to come with us! Isn't that wonderful? We'll all get to spend some time off and go to the beach, away from all this work and talk of androids and such! Just the six of us!"

"Um, mom, six of us?"

"Well, yes dear! Your father and I, Krillin and his girlfriend, you and Vegeta."

Vegeta? They wanted to bring Vegeta? Bulma couldn't believe it. They wanted to take him on vacation! When Vegeta was around her alone, he was perfectly capable of relaxing and enjoying a moment. But, around everyone else he was still the same Vegeta they all knew: cocky, unmanageable, headstrong and down right rude.

"Why don't you go down and tell Vegeta, dear?"

"Yeah." Bulma was still unsure of what she had just heard, and had a spaced out look on her face. "I'll go down and tell Vegeta. Sure." Any excuse to get away from them was good, even going to give this happy news to the Prince of all Narcisists. She could see it as she got up from the table. She'd tell Vegeta 'Yeah, we're all going on vacation.' and he'd explode with a speach about training to become a Super Saiyan, and not wanting to be around Krillin cause he might find out that she and he were an item. She made her way out of the kitchen.

As she walked down to the training room, Bulma thought the situation over. Maybe vacation time was something they all needed. But how would Vegeta handle it? Her concern was obvious as she gingerly reached out to open the training room door. She walked through and looked at the GT pod. From the dome shaped windows around the side, she could see a deep red glow coming from within. Every now and again, she could see bright flashes of blue and yellow, Vegeta's blasts. He was hard at work as usual.

She walked over to the laptop on the desk her father used to monitor the GTs status. It was set at 420 times Earth's gravity. 'Pushing himself again' she thought. She clicked a few keys, and the simulator's motors began to power down. The lights inside the pods returned to normal. 'Well, here he comes, and he's not gonna be happy.'

The door opened on the GT, and out stepped a sweat soaked Vegeta, obviously angry at having his training session interupted. "This had better be good, Bulma. I'm not very keen on having my training cut off for any reason."

"Vegeta, I need to talk to you about something."

"Well, make it fast, please. I have alot of work to do."

"Alright. Well, my mom and dad went out today, and it turns out that they've gone and planned a week-long vacation for all of us."

"I don't see why that should be any cause for concern."

"Well, she wants you to go, too."

The Saiyan lowered his head, as if considering the notion. After a moment, he raised his head again. "Alright, I could use a break, honestly, and a vacation somewhere sounds rather refreshing."

"But that's not all, Vegeta. They've invited some... Guests."

"Guests? Such as?"

"Krillin and his girlfriend."

"The little bald guy, eh? Well, as long as he doesn't make my business his, I suppose we could all go and get along for a week. Is there anything else you need, Bulma-Chan?"

She was surprised. He hadn't blown up at her, he hadn't really even complained. And he was agreeing to the vacation? Unreal. "Um, no, Vegeta. That's about it. I'll... just... get over to the lab and... work on... something... yeah. See ya later!" She hurried out of the door and accross the hall.

Vegeta looked on with some jest in his heart. She was an interesting female, this was certain. He thought about the coming trip for a second. He hoped that Krillin wouldn't be too much of an annoyance. He chuckled a bit, and headed back into the GT to continue his training.

Nearly a week later, the day came for the Breif family and their 3 guests to leave for their vacation. Bulma was in her room, gathering her things. Vegeta, who had done the same the night before, was hard at work in the GT early. He wanted to get some training in before they were to go. Dr. Breif was with his wife at the supermarket, getting a few snacks and some other food to cook for everyone. Krillin was at the Kame House, waiting for his girlfriend, Mizuki, to arrive.

"Hey, Krillin! Come over here and have a look at this!" Master Roshi was sitting on his couch as usual, looking through the pages of the gentleman's magazines he was so fond of. "I bet you'ld like to take a girl like that to the beach with ya, eh?"

Krillin walked up behind the couch and looked over Master Roshi's shoulder. His eyes bugged as he looked at the images on the page. "Honestly, yeah, I wouldn't mind. But I'm with Mizuki now, so I really can't be thinking that sorta stuff, ya know."

"Awww, come on, Krillin. This girl Mizuki got you tied to a short leash, eh? Can't have a little fun lookin' over the menu?" For a man his age, Master Roshi had the energy and hormones of someone closer to Krillin's age. Though he was a great martial artist and teacher, he was also one of the biggest old letches in the known universe. He turned the page of the magazine and continued to gawk at the ladies inside.

Krillin shook his head and turned to walk into the kitchen. "Man, I hope she gets here soon. Dr. Brief and his family are expecting us at the Capsule Corp. in two hours, and it's gonna take at least half that to get there. Hey, Oolong!"

Oolong was sitting on the couch next to Master Roshi, quietly playing video games. He paused the game and turned around. "Yeah?"

"Where the heck did you put the cooler, Oolong? I can't find it anywhere, and I need it to keep this soda cold."

"Heck if I know. Last person to use it was Master Roshi yesterday while he was outside."

Master Roshi still had his nose buried in the pages of his magazine, drooling over the women on the inside. Krillin walked up to him and snatched the magazine from him, holding it over his head. "OK, Master Roshi. Take a break and tell me where the cooler is."

"Oh, come on, Krillin, give me back my magazine! I was reading a good article in there on women's health. Give it back, Krillin, give it back!"

"First you tell me where the cooler is. Then you can go back to your article, though I highly doubt that's what you're paying attention to in this thing..."

At that moment, Mizuki came into the house. She saw Krillin holding up Master Roshi's adult magazine, and immediately started berating him. After he got his ear chewed off, Krillin got his things together, and the two got into the car and headed for Capsule Corp.

Dr. Brief and his wife had just returned to the house as Vegeta came up from the GT room. They had armloads of things to take with them on vacation.

"Hey, Vegeta. Could you give us a hand with this stuff? There's more out in the car."

Vegeta looked at Dr. Brief oddly for a moment, and then spoke. "Ugh. I suppose I could assist you." He was reluctant to help out, but since this was going to be a week where he could spend time with Bulma, he decided that it would be a good idea. After all, they were her parents.

After they had brought everything into the house, Vegeta went to his room to get his bags. After he got his things together, he knocked on the door seperating his and Bulma's rooms.

"Come in, Vegeta." She called from behind it.

Vegeta opened the door and stepped in. When he looked at her, he saw that she was wearing a rather skimpy bikini. It showed off her feminine features quite well, and Vegeta felt himself swell with emotion. This was the first time he had seen her without a full outfit, and he was quite stunned.

Bulma noticed him staring at her and blushed. "He he! Guess you haven't seen me in a two-piece before. What do you think? Does it look alright?"

He couldn't speak at first, he was too choked up. After a moment, he regained his composure and finally answered. "Bulma-Chan, it looks... beautiful on you." He wasn't paying attention to the bikini, however. His eyes were rivited to her in general. She was indeed an attractive woman, and Vegeta felt his heart melt as he looked her over.

"So, would you give me a hand with getting my bags downstairs? I have to get some clothes on over this so we can go."

"Uh... Oh. Certainly, Bulma-Chan." He managed to break his staring long enough to focus his attention in her request. As he picked up her bags, Bulma was throwing on a T-shirt and some shorts. The picture of her in that swimsuit had frozen itself in his memory, and it dominated his thoughts as he carried her things downstairs. After he had done so, he returned to his room and retrieved his things.

Bulma met Vegeta halfway down the hall as he was carrying his bags downstairs. She herself had two other bags in her hands. 'These females always seem to take more than they need,' he thought to himself. 'It's so pointless. She'll never use all of this junk in only a week.'

"You know, Vegeta, I hear this island we're going to has a pretty sweet dance club. I think we should check it out. What do you think? Or don't Saiyans dance?"

A dance club? Dancing? Vegeta mulled it over for a moment. Dancing? He had never danced before in his entire life, and wondered what all it entailed. "Well, we'll see when we get there, but I cannot make any promises."

"Good enough for me. Now come on. Mom and dad will want to leave soon. It takes about two hours to get there, or so they tell me. I wonder if Krillin and Mizuki are here yet." The two headed downstairs and into the kitchen. When they got there, Dr. Brief and her mother were packing the food into coolers and picnic baskets. After they had set their bags down, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey hey! Ready to hit the sand and surf, everyone?" Krillin had a huge smile on his face. He was deffinately ready to go to the beach. Mizuki followed him in, equally all smiles.

"Hey you guys! Yep, we're just about ready to go. Just give me a minute to go to the lab and make sure everything's off." Bulma skipped out of the kitchen and down the hall to the basement stairs.

Vegeta pulled Krillin aside and into the living room. "OK, baldy, listen up. Now, don't speak a word of this to anyone, you understand?"

"Sure, Vegeta. What's up?"

"Bulma wants to go to a dance club while we're at this place. And I know nothing about dancing. I'm going to ask you to help me learn a few things about it so I don't make a fool out of myself. Do you think you can handle that?" Krillin let a small smirk cross his lips. 'So, Vegeta wants me to teach him how to dance. This is funny. I'd better help him, though. Who knows what he'll do to me if I don't.'

"Well? Are you going to help me or not?" Vegeta was looking rather cross now, and it made Krillin squirm a bit.

"OK, Vegeta, I'll show you a few moves. It's the least I can do, I guess."

"Good. And remember, don't speak a word of this to anyone, especially Kakkarot. If he knew about this..."

"I know, Vegeta. Not a word, I promise." The two headed back to the kitchen. Everyone was finished packing, and Bulma had returned from her dummy check of the lab. They all loaded up the car, there was barely enough room to pack everything. But they managed to get it to fit, and took off for the island paradise that awaited them.

The trip to the island was the same as any trip the family had taken in the past. Noone spoke much, except for Bulma, of course. Then again, it wasn't possible for her to stop, either. Vegeta sat near the window in the back, staring out at the seascape below him. Krillin was half asleep, as Mizuki massaged his bald head. He loved that sort of thing.

As Vegeta stared out of the window, he caught glimpses of Bulma's reflection in the glass. From time to time, she struck a pose that made him smile slightly, but it was short lived. In all reality, he wanted to be back at the compound training. He felt as if taking a week off to enjoy themselves was a waste of time. But as strong as his urge to train and fight was, the thoughts he had of Bulma kept overpowering it. He allowed himself to daydream a bit, and lost himself in those visions for a little while.

He was brought back to reality after a little while by the reflected image of Mizuki and Krillin, snuggled together in the seat in front of him. 'Look at them. Will Bulma and I become like them? I wonder what she sees in that bald freak, anyway. He's nowhere near as strong as I am. But then again, what if I'm becoming weak like him, allowing my feelings for Bulma to overpower me?' He mulled it over for a little bit, then went back to his daydreaming. 'Honestly, I don't care. Bulma means too much to me. I only wish I could let my pride down long enough to experience it fully...'

"Hey Vegeta. What are you thinking about over there? You're awefully quiet."

He turned to see Bulma smiling at him, as she did so many times before. "Oh, nothing, really. Just looking forward to some time off. I could honestly use the break from all my training."

"Well, it's good to see you're taking it easy for once instead of trying to kill yourself. Don't worry, you'll be having fun and won't even think of fighting, training, or any of that. And I'm going to see to that personally."

He knew in his mind that he didn't want to forget, but seeing her smile at him like that eased his mind out of that thought process. He allowed himself to smile slightly at her. "You're right, Bulma."

"There, see? Now, we'll be there shortly, so try to get yourself in a more relaxed mode. Remember, this trip is all about fun and relaxation." She turned back to the front and continued to babble as he turned back to the window. In the distance he could see the feint outline of an island begin to emerge from the horizon.

About a half hour later, the Brief family and company arrived on the island of Key South. It was a fairly large island set far to the south along the Earth's equator. There was one dominant city along the eastern coast, and a volcano closer to the western coast. The majority of it's surface consisted of dense jungle and remote costal areas, perfect for getting away from the hustle and bustle of the resort areas of the city.

They set up camp along the east coast, a few miles north of the city. After everything was unloaded, they all sat down to discuss their agenda for the day and the remainder of the trip.

"Well, kids. Mrs. Brief and I are going to stay here for the rest of the day, what are you all going to do?" Dr. Brief, his kitten always perched on his shoulder, was setting up the campsite power source close to the treeline, so it would be sheltered from most of the inclimate weather that often pounded the island.

"Krillin and I are going to go for a swim, then we'll probably just stay here, too." Mizuki called out from her hut as she was in the process of getting her swimsuit on. When she emerged, everyone glanced at her. It was a two piece, small and purple with black zeebra stripes. Krillin, much the man that he was, could do nothing but stare and smile dopishly.

"That sounds like fun!" Mrs. Brief was always the happy go lucky type. "What about you, Bulma? Do you and Vegeta have anything planned for the day?"

Bulma was watching Vegeta, who was down the shore line a bit. He was crouched down, looking out over the ocean with a blank stare.

"Bulma?"

Hearing her mother call to her, Bulma turned around. "What mom?"

"I said do you and Vegeta have anything planned for later? Krillin and Mizuki are going swimming, why don't you two join them? Your father and I are just going to stay here for the day and get everything running smoothly."

"Oh. Well, I'm not sure yet. I'll go ask Vegeta. Be back in a bit." With that, she began to walk down the beach, towards the Saiyan still looking out to the vast ocean.

"OK, dear, have fun! Now, where did I put that cooking capsule?"



Bulma walked along the coastline slowly, all the while her gaze focused on Vegeta. He'd gone quite a ways down from where they were camping. As she walked, she thought about what could possibly be on Vegeta's mind. There he was, not more than 200 yards from her, staring off into the distance over the ocean. 'I wonder why he has to do this sort of thing' she thought. 'He's always been a loner, but this is supposed to be his vacation time. The least he could do is put that whole rebel business out of his head for one week.'

She walked on for a few more minutes before finally reaching the spot where her Saiyan Prince was. "Hey, Vegeta. What are you thinking about all the way down here?"

Vegeta broke his gaze and turned to look at her. "Oh, hello, Bulma-Chan. I didn't see you coming."

She sat down next to him and looked out over the ocean. "What brought you the whole way down here, Vegeta?"

"Oh, nothing, really. I guess I just wanted some time to myself, so I came down here and just, well, thought."

She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. "About what?"

"It's the Andriods, mostly. Whether or not I'll be ready to take them on, and what they'll do to us all if we don't defeat them. What will happen to you..."

This was totally unlike Vegeta, worrying about someone other than himself. In the years since his arrival, he's always been about looking out for number one, the Prince Of All Saiyans, as he'd say. But this time, he was actually thinking of someone else. And to Bulma, it came as no surprise that it was her.

Suddenly, Vegeta arose from his crouched position and looked down at Bulma. "Bulma, please. Come with me." He extended his hand and helped her up from the sand.

"Where are we going, Vegeta?"

He didn't reply. Instead he took her in his arms and lifted off, flying out over the ocean. Bulma had become accustomed to Vegeta's flying, and she just looked down at the water below with awe. She then looked back at him, and smiled. Despite his super strength and violent nature, he'd learned to become quite gentle with her.

Sometime later they landed on a small deserted island. As they touched down, Vegeta released Bulma and took her by the hand. "I saw this small island shortly before we arrived at our destination. I thought it would be perfect if we wanted to be alone for a while, and I wanted to show it to you." He lead her inland, where there was a magnificent pond with a waterfall cascading down from a small mountaintop.

Bulma could only look on in delight. "Vegeta, it's beautiful! I can't believe I didn't see it on the way to the camp site." She ran to the edge of the pond and looked down into it. The water was clear and pure, and she could see her reflection in it perfectly. She reached down and put her hand into it. The water was lukewarm. "This must be a volcanic island. The water is so warm. Probably heated by..."

She was cut off mid sentance by Vegeta's hand, which now rested on her shoulder. She stood up and turned to face him, and placed her arms around him. "You know, Vegeta. Maybe you're not as cold hearted as everyone thinks you are. This place is wonderful." She couldn't wait to come back with him some night soon and just be with him, alone in this miniature Eden he had found.

"We should be getting back, Bulma-Chan. Your parents are probably wondering where we are. And besides, I need to talk to the bald guy. He owes me a small favor. Shall we, my dear?"

"Without a word, Bulma attached herself to the mighty Saiyan and they lifted off, heading back to the campsite.

That night, the group gathered around the campfire and started to shoot the breeze. Krillin told stories of their trip to Namek, the battle with the Ginyu Force and Freiza. They, with the exceptions of Bulma and Vegeta, looked on in awe as Krillin spoke. Mizuki seemed especially interested. Never before had she met someone who had been to another planet. Whenever he spoke about Vegeta, she looked over at the Saiyan Prince with wonder. For a normal girl, this was all very wild stuff.

After a while, Vegeta got up without saying a word and went over to where Dr. Brief had set up the small camping huts. He crawled inside his and laid down on his bedroll. He closed his eyes and thought back to Namek. What crossed his mind most was when Frieza had dealt him that final blow, and he poured his heart out to Kakkarot. He replayed the events in his mind over and over again. He thoughts drifted from there to his father, and to how Frieza had stolen himself, Raditz and Nappa away, then destroyed his entire race.

It seemed like so long ago that he went through the ordeal on Namek. It had been nearly 2 years since then. He realized how much he had changed in that time. He had gone from heartless Saiyan killing machine, to ally of the Z fighters, to finding his heart and allowing himself to fall in love. Sure, on the outside, he kept his pride intact. But deep down, he knew that he was not the same Prince Vegeta he was when he first came to this tiny rock called Earth.

He had almost drifted off to sleep amidst his thoughts when he heard a knock at the entrance to his little hut. "Come in." he called out quietly. In through the door came his Bulma-Chan.

"What are you doing in here, Vegeta?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just thinking. You know, Bulma-Chan. It's amazing to think what kind of changes I've been through since I first arrived here. And, in large part, I owe that to you."

"How do you mean?

"Yes, in part, as I said. Seeing how Kakkarot always looked out for his friends. I always saw it as a weakness. But now I see that it's much different. Because I have you to look out for, it gives me a new purpose. Preparing for these Androids, if they ever come. I'm doing it because I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Vegeta..." She crawled over and laid down next to him, snuggeling close to his muscular body. "Knowing that puts a new spin on things. Sure, you're brash and cocky. But since these changes have started in you, I don't feel as afraid as I did when that guy first told us about these things."

Vegeta pulled her in close to him and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. "I won't let anything happen to you, Bulma-Chan. You mean too much to me."

Bulma was growing accustomed to Vegeta's newfound sensitivity. Each time he showed emotion like this, she was less and less shocked. She thought about how lucky she was to be the only one who noticed this change in him. Wouldn't the others flip out if they knew that Vegeta had a soft side to him. She smiled and allowed herself to let out a small chuckle at the thought.

It was late, and the others had gone off to sleep. Vegeta and Bulma just laid there for a little while, enjoying the quiet moment together. Around them, wildlife was making it's usual symphony, adding to the atmosphere. Slowly, they both drifted off to sleep...

Bulma awoke sometime later. A noise from the forest nearby had jostled her from the wonderful dream she was having. She listened for a moment, and heard it again. There was a rustling sound coming from the woods, alright. "Hey, Vegeta..." She shook the Saiyan a little bit, hoping to wake him up without setting him off. "Vegeta, wake up."

Vegeta slowly opened his eyes as Bulma shook him. "Wha... What is it, Bulma?" He was groggy, but awake none the less.

"Vegeta, there's something outside in the woods. I'm scared."

He listened, and then heard what made Bulma so frightened. It was moving around just outside the camp site in the trees. And whatever it was, it was certainly large. "If it will make you feel better, Bulma-Chan, I'll go check it out. Then we can both get back to sleep."

"Alright. But be careful, Vegeta. Who knows what the heck that thing could be."

"Don't worry, Bulma-Chan. Whatever it is, I'm sure that it'd be no match for the Prince of Saiyans." He laughed a bit, making light of his attitude to try and cheer her up. She was always getting upset over what he thought were trifles. He did his best to calm her down and get her to smile again.

Vegeta opened the door to the hut and crawled out into the open. He heard the rustling again, and stood perfectly still. He was trying to determine where exactly it was coming from. He closed his eyes and listened carefully. And he heard it again. He turned in the direction of the noise, opened his eyes and smiled his usual sadistic smile. "So that's where you are. Well, it's time for you to move so some of us can get some sleep around here."

He walked over to the spot where the sound was coming from. He tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to scare it off, so he could confirm what it was. That would help him calm Bulma down when he got back to the hut. As he neared the source of the noise, he noticed the bushes at the tree line shaking slightly. "Come to daddy, you little neusance."

The bushes began to shake violently now, and Vegeta stood ready to take out whatever was coming out of them. In an instant, it happened. A small boar jumped from out of the underbrush, starteling Vegeta and causing him to fall backwards in shock. The little wild pig squealed in fright as it ran as fast as it's little legs could carry it.

Vegeta, lying on his back, looked on as the animal headed for the hills. He laughed after a moment. The Prince of Saiyans, put down in a flash by a tiny little pig. He picked himself up off the ground and headed back to his hut to tell Bulma what he had found.

In the underbrush not far away, a solitary being watched Vegeta as he walked back to his encampment. "Enjoy your little holiday while it lasts, Saiyan. It's going to be your last...