Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Giving In ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

Standard disclaimer: I wished that I owned DBZ because then I would be rich and wealthy and have all of the cute fuzzy peaches that I wanted. Peaches are cool…cough, cough…yeah what I meant to say was kittens…kitties are cool. ^-^

She had been working at capsule corp. for a week now and dreading every moment she had to wake up early in the morning to prepare food for the two saiya-jin men. It was five-thirty in the morning and she was already making enough food to feed a small army. Most of this was because some man Vegeta called Kakarot had stayed the night and was going to eat breakfast with the others as well. Sighing tiredly, she finished making the last of the food and eyed the table critically before smiling and walking into the living room. At least she could do some exercises while she waited for them to wake up. With her busy schedule she barely had time to even enjoy herself. Shopping and washing clothes took up the first part of the day after cleaning up after breakfast. After that she had to make sure lunch was prepared for the two men before she could clean up the mess left behind by Dr. Briefs. Of course the dear old man rarely left a big mess behind and he almost never left his lab because he was still grieving over the loss of his wife and daughter. From what Trunks had told her, his grandfather had taken the news the hardest out of all of them when it came to his daughter and wife but it had been Vegeta who had grieved the worst when he found out his daughter, his little princess, had been in the accident as well. Sighing again, she stretched absently then flicked on the television, catching MTv at the beginning of some cool music videos. Lips curving in a wry grin, she tapped her foot to the music then started dancing in rhythm with the drumbeat.

Still groggy with sleep, Trunks stumbled down the stairs then stopped and watched in fascination as his nanny preformed several intricate katas to the music she was listening to. His eyes followed every punch and kick she executed then blinked when her movements grew faster with the changing of the music video. Glancing at the television, he lifted an eyebrow then grinned when the men on screen appeared in a wrestling ring.

"You've been struck by, you've been had by…a smooth criminal." Her lips quirked upwards into another grin as she sang with the band. She loved listening to Alien Ant Farm…AKA…AAF. Lord knew that she hadn't really been listening to music as often as she used to and she kind of missed playing in a band like she did in her teen years. Shrugging mentally, she slowed down as another song came on and started out with a beautifully pulsating beat.

Feeling a presence behind him, Trunks nearly jumped out of his skin when his father stood next to him at the foot of the stairs. "Morning…"

"Whatever." Watching the woman exercising, he frowned then scowled and glanced at his son. "How long has this particular thing been going on?"

"I don't know."

Lifting a brow, he switched back to his original frown then turned his gaze back to the oblivious dancer. "Really?"

Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck starting to prickle she sighed then turned around and glared at the two men watching her. "Do you guys mind giving me a little privacy here?"

"Breakfast first, privacy later."

Directing her glare fully on Vegeta her lips twisted into a snarl then straightened when he smirked at her. "Your breakfast is already on the table and your lunch will be ready at noon, so go eat."

"Good, at least there is something better to do in this house than watch your pitiful attempt at training." He started to stalk past her then blinked in shock when her hand slammed into his chest, causing him to stop and wish he had been paying more attention. He wasn't, however, intimidated by the move and sneered down at her tiny hand in contempt. "If you don't move your damn hand right now then you will find yourself without an arm."

"Oh I'm so scared." Rolling her eyes, she bunched his shirt in her fingers and yanked him around so she was glaring into his eyes. "You better watch your mouth boy."

"Boy?" His eyebrows shot up in response to her words then narrowed down over his eyes in anger. "You had better watch your mouth woman. I will not tolerate insolence from a weakling such as yourself."

"Watch who you call weak shorty."

"Are you calling me short?"

"Who else in this room has to ask for help when he's reaching for the top shelf in the kitchen."

Growling, he grabbed her hand and yanked it away from his shirt before twisting it towards her. "You've got a lot of nerve calling me short. Since you haven't gotten past the great height of five feet since you were a kid."

"Excuse me but I happen to be five foot two."

"And I'm a frigging fairy."

"Well Mr. Fairy man…I don't see any wings so you must be a dwarf."

"A dwarf? Is that the best insult you can come up with?"

"No, I just didn't want to insult gnomes because they're a hell of a lot smarter than you."

"What the fuck?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot…you don't read so you wouldn't know what a gnome is."

"I don't give a damn about what a gnome is."

"Right." Twisting her hand free from his grip, she snorted then walked away with a sideways glance at her young charge. "You better shape up boy, you're father is a no good troll."

Vegeta's roar of outrage followed her out of the room and up the stairs. *****