Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Giving In ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

O.o You were probably expecting another disclaimer this time weren't you? Well…you're right, here it is. I DON'T OWN VEGGIE-BOY, ALTHOUGH I WISH I DID CUAUSE HE'S HOT! Ahem…cough…sorry about that.

Chapter Four

Kathi had been working on the new gravity room for six days and teaching Trunks and Goten several new techniques they could use as catches for their band during her few breaks during the day. Despite the fact that she was tired and that it was a perfectly horrid day…she was still working on the machine. Wiping sweat from her forehead, she looked down at her toolbox on the ground then sighed and started down the side of the new gravity room. She wasn't about to let a little heat get to her and she sure as hell wasn't going to stop now when she was so close to finishing the stupid thing.

Watching her work from beneath the shade of a tree, Vegeta lifted a brow once she reached the ground then shook his head and leaned back against the solid trunk. He had found it quite amusing when she explained the new modifications she'd made to the building and made sure to insult her first attempt at making something for him that wasn't edible. Of course, the thought of food reminded him that he was hungry and that she hadn't made lunch for them yet. Getting to his feet in one swift motion, he crossed the yard then glared up at her until she stopped working and looked down at him. "Get down here and make lunch."

"Bite me, I'm almost finished with your stupid gravity room and I'm not stopping until then. Cook something for yourself, I know you can do it because I've seen the results in the kitchen every morning. You've got to learn to clean up after yourself."

"I'll do as I please woman, now get down here and make my lunch."

"Like I said, make it yourself. Unless you don't want your precious gravity machine back? I have no problem turning it into a pile of useless junk metal and you can go back to sparring with Goku."

Growling softly under his breath, he held, and matched, her glare evenly for a few minutes then snorted and turned on his heel. "Fine woman, but that machine had better be done before this day is out."

"Fine, whatever." Turning back to her work, she finished welding the last pieces of metal together then inspected the top of the building for anything else that was needed before grabbing her toolbox and lowering it to the ground. "Good god it's hot out, how can anyone stand this heat?" Sighing, she slid down the rope then opened the door to the inside of the new gravity room. At the very least she could make sure he didn't kill himself right away. She didn't know what kind of robots had been installed for him to train with in the first room but had decided that a few that did basic martial arts and energy blasts would work for him since he seemed to be quite destructive. "Hmm…nothing says loving like a destructive man." Chuckling at the thought, she got out a small computer and started running a scan on the room's memory banks. She had decided to put a few small cameras in strategic areas of the room so he could go over his training…if he ever felt like he had messed up in any way. "As if that were possible. He thinks he`s the greatest fighter ever put on this planet." Chuckling again, she went through a virus check then leaned against one of the walls while she waited.

"Brat! Get in here or you won't eat anything until dinner." Grumbling under his breath at the audacity of that woman for making him cook his own food, he started eating then watched his son slam into the doorway, followed Kakarot's brat a few seconds later. Rolling his eyes, he debated tripping the goofy brat then decided against it because Kakarot's harpy would nag him about hurting her poor baby boy. He definitely didn't want to listen to her today. Looking up again, he watched Kakarot's other brat's daughter dart to the table as well then groaned when a teeny blonde kid rounded the corner and made a beeline straight for Goten's lap. What had his house turned into, a babysitting center? "What are those brat's doing here?"

Blushing slightly, Trunks glanced at the two girls then at his father before turning his gaze back to his plate. "I told Pan she could play the keyboard for us and Marron decided that she would get her mother to…"

Ignoring his son, he glared at the blonde woman who had come into the room as well then returned his eyes to his son. "You let that thing into the house without telling me first?"

Eighteen laughed coldly, flipping her hair back over her shoulder then leaned against the wall and cocked her head to one side. "Really Vegeta, I would have thought that I classified as something since I beat your ass the last time I saw you."

"Yeah, scrap metal."

"Right." Eighteen's icy blue eyes darted to the outside doorway when it slammed open and Kathi walked in grumbling obscenities under her breath. "Well…she definitely has a few things to call you." She laughed again then glanced at the angry saiya-jin. "I kind of like how every sentence begins with arrogant bastard and ends with a few of your favorite choice phrases." Her eyes slid back to the smaller woman just in time to see dark brown eyes narrowed in anger and directed at her. "What?"

"You are supposed to be in Hawaii with Krillin and that…" She pointed at Marron disdainfully. "Is supposed to be at that one's house." Her finger switched over to the smallest demi saiya-jin. "And for another thing, I don't think I was consulted about this keyboard player." Her glare turned to Trunks, causing him to shrink marginally in his seat. Tired of watching him squirm, she glanced at his father before speaking again. "Your stupid machine is ready whenever you are."

"Great, now I can do something that doesn't require me to listen to those two play their crappy music."

"What do you know about music you jerk?"

"More than you'd think." Snorting, he left the kitchen and headed out to his new gravity room. If she did a good job building it then he would have some trouble destroying it and, from the looks of the building, he wouldn't have any problems whatsoever.

"I wonder how long it will take him to find out that I spilled oil in the doorway?"

Everyone in the room stared at her in horror, except Eighteen, who smirked approvingly, then ran out of the kitchen and to the other end of the house. They didn't want to be there when Vegeta came back.

Eighteen met her gaze one last time before nodding and leaving the kitchen as well. She knew full well what was going to happen and was quite happy to see someone else who stood up to Vegeta when he was angry. At least this one seemed more than able to handle the situation if it got out of control.

She was sitting down at the table, peacefully eating some cereal, when he stormed back into the kitchen, his lips pulled back from his teeth in an angry snarl. "Why Vegeta, what's wrong?"

"You bitch…"

"Oh…so you did find the oil I spilled. I was hoping that you wouldn't even notice it."

"I am going to kill you."

"That's nice dear, tell me something I haven't heard before." Taking another bite of her cereal, she looked up at the angry man with a charming smile curving her lips then put her bowl down in the middle of the table and leaned forward and lifted an eyebrow in expectation. "Well?"

"…" He wasn't exactly sure how to come back to an attack that wasn't angry.

"How about…I'm going to rip your legs off and stuff them down your throat? I've always had a fondness for that particular threat. It's a personal favorite of mine and I find that it works on jerks quite well. So…I'm going to rip your legs of and stuff them down your throat if you even consider killing me."

"You don't have the strength to do something like that."

"I don't?"

"No."

"Well then…I guess I'll have to rely on someone else to do it for me."

"Weakling."

"Like I have said before, bite me. Now go back to your training room like the good little monkey you are and leave me alone. The last time I checked, my schedule never said anything about arguing with a little man with a big attitude."

"I think I've told you before that those remarks will get you killed."

"I don't remember that particular conversation, maybe you should refresh my memory?"

Shrugging, he picked her up by the collar of her shirt, dragging her across the top of the table, then slammed her into the wall and held her bored gaze with a small smirk on his face. "This should do well as a refresher course. I'll slam you against the wall a few times and then I'll tie you up and hang you from the flag pole on top of the building again."

"And your son will get me back down, like he did last time."

"No he won't."

"Whatever you say."

Lifting a brow, he shrugged again then yanked her along behind him before flying up to the top of the building and attaching her to the flag pole, for the sixth time that month. He got a thrill when she started crying after an hour of being stuck up there, but that was because of her insane fear of heights. "Now then woman, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Umm…nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure." She kept her eyes closed so she couldn't see how far away the ground was. This always seemed to help her in situations like these.

"Ok then, I'll leave you up here all night long if I have to you know."

"Ok."

"Bye." Leaping off the roof, he circled her a few times then landed in front of his gravity room and carefully made his way inside of it. "I'll give her five minutes before she opens her eyes and starts screaming." ******