Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Green Horizons ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Green Horizons

By: Letta

Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I'm working on correcting that…

Rating: R or NC-17 Wherever I decide to go with this.

Warnings: Well, I guess references to yaoi relationships, abuse… sort of… OOC, probably AU, later on there'll probably be some graphic sexual situations, and by probably, I mean there will be… maybe a little dark humor, some violence… and anything else that could possibly be offensive or ishy that might come up. Also, writer's block hit at the synopsis… that's why there is none.

Pairings: Piccolo x Bulma!!! Can you see how excited I am by that?

Notes: I said this was a request, but apparently my mind likes to make up stuff and gets me to believe it. Well, isn't this embarrassing… Or is it? Disregard last statement, I'm not sure what I meant by it… but hey, if anyone wants to step up and take credit for requesting this, I'll be happy to go along with it. Next time, before I start a request fic, I'll have to remember to make sure it was actually requested… *denotes thought* "denotes speaking" //denotes flashbacks// #denotes whatever the hell I want it to denote# One more thing… special thanks to Lordess for letting me use her "ki block" idea.

She knew she didn't belong there.

Chichi stood in a dark corner, shrouded in shadow. Red-rimmed, wild eyes pierced through anything they chose to rest on. Once again, she took in every detail of the room, memorizing its layout. She took in everything: routines, medicine administrations, outbursts, aimless wanderings, everything. She brushed her flat, limp hair out of her face. The dark haired woman was working out a plan.

She knew she didn't belong there.

Someone had planned it, and she knew whom. The guilty one had succeeded in locking her up, but would not in keeping her there. She had been set up, and now she would exact her revenge. So what if no one believed her, she would prove it.

She knew she didn't belong there.

*****

Bulma was surprised. She had spent almost the entire barbeque just standing with Piccolo. Nearly everyone had a difficult time conversing with the tall Namekian, but for some reason, it seemed… easy. He had a wonderful sense of humor, though she could see why some people might have a hard time picking up on it.

He was intelligent -a nice change from most of her friends. Logical, unlike every saiyan she knew. Handsome.

Bulma blushed at the last thought. She never had much occasion to sit around and just think about it for hours on end, but as she gazed up into the warrior's face, she reaffirmed it. Definitely handsome.

To her own surprise, and probably his as well, they got along pretty well. She had never really talked to him before, never having more than a couple of words exchanged at a time. He wasn't a talkative person. He said more without words than he ever did with them. She found his presence comforting, though.

It was funny, to find the Demon King's presence comforting.

She watched as Goku followed Vegeta back into the house, though not without a pang of jealousy. She had more than a sneaking suspicion that there was something going on between those two. It wouldn't surprise her to learn they were pounding each other's brains out at night.

A rueful little smile crossed her lips.

Despite herself, she hoped Goku drove Vegeta as crazy as he had Chichi, and Vegeta was as much of an asshole to Goku as he had been to her. It would make her feel better.

Suddenly a loud crash from outside snapped her attention away from the dark corners of her mind. She looked up at Piccolo questioningly, but he gave an almost imperceptible shrug of his shoulders. Then, they were out the door, running to see what had happened.

The grill was tipped over, lying helplessly on the ground. Next to it stood Yamcha's girlfriend, arm still outstretched from the attack on the cooking instrument, glaring with raw hatred at Android 18. She was snarling.

Bulma and Piccolo stopped short. The brown-haired woman looked like she would kill at that moment.

*Maybe Gohan has a point.* Piccolo thought, remembering what the young demi-saiyan had said about the wrath of an angry woman.

Android 18 was looking a little confused, to say the least.

"You little slut, stay away from Yamcha!" the enraged woman screamed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't give me that bull," came the low, dangerous reply.

"All I did was ask if he would hand me the ketchup," 18 said, trying to decide on the woman's problem.

"Hey, come on, Diane," Yamcha started, nervously, "let's go."

"Not until after I've taught this bitch a lesson!" Apparently the woman didn't realize she die horribly if she tried to take on the android.

"She didn't mean anything by it, really!" he said almost pleadingly, "She doesn't think anything of me! Let's just go and pick up a movie or something. Please!" She regarded him silently for a moment.

"Fine." Maybe she did realize she couldn't take on the android. Then, she turned back to 18, "This isn't over." Apparently not. She grabbed Yamcha roughly by the arm and hauled him off into their air car, causing his sunglasses to slip for just a second as she yanked on him before he pushed them back up. Bulma gasped quietly to herself as she stared after the madly retreating car.

"Did he have a black eye?" she asked more to herself, almost forgetting Piccolo was right next to her.

"Yeah, so?"

"Yamcha doesn't fight anymore." Piccolo turned to her, looking at her sternly.

"What do you mean?" his tone somewhat severe.

"The way he tried to hide it… and that woman's loose temper… Is she beating him?" Bulma said, shock ebbing her voice. Piccolo stared at her, his expression hard, then he looked at the direction the air car had stormed off in.

"Yamcha's one of the strongest humans alive, but what you're suggesting… it's hard to believe, but it may be true."

"That woman should be roommates with Chichi."

*****

Vegeta stood scowling, his brows drawn together in annoyance. Beside him, the third class baka was trying to get into his pants. Vegeta had made the mistake of going to bed with Kakkarot once, and the fool had been after him ever since. That was the last time he played strip poker while drinking whiskey. Absently, Vegeta toyed with the idea of making up another lover to get the other saiyan to back off. He could just picture it: *Kakkarot, I'm in love with someone else. His name is George.* He nearly chuckled aloud as he thought of the look that would cross the other man's face.

Secretly, though, there was someone else.

"Come on, Vegeta, let's go upstairs," purred the amorous Earth-grown saiyan.

"And do what? Count the steps?"

"How about counting how many times I can make you scream?"

"How about not," Vegeta said, walking away, hoping he wouldn't be followed. He was lucky. Kakkarot was taking the hint, for now. It usually didn't last long.

The prince stepped outside, noting the grill had been picked up from earlier. The bitch's screaming had given him more of a headache than Kakkarot. He couldn't understand why Yamcha didn't just "off" her. He was sure the human could kill her if he tried hard enough.

He made a quick note of the way his former mate was talking with the Namek, finding it almost funny. He wouldn't have come up with those two on his own. He made a mental note to give her hell about it.

A quick scan of the people dotted on the small beach before him led his eyes to one person in particular. The entire reason he had come today.

Vegeta was sighted in and started to move, making a beeline for his target.

Unfortunately for the prince though, the person in question had just finished a round of goodbyes and was heading off.

*Dammit! If Kakkarot hadn't been following me around and practically hanging on me all day, I could've had a chance to make a move! I'm going after him and if I'm lucky, Kakkarot won't notice.* Vegeta looked back towards the beach house before taking off into air after the object of his affections.

*****

"Vegeta, wait!" Bulma called out, running a few paces when she noticed the saiyan prince flying off.

"Is something wrong?" Piccolo asked, quirking an eye ridge.

"Well, yeah. He was my ride."

"You mean you didn't take an air car here?"

"No, my dad's got it in the lab, it's been running funny," Bulma explained.

"And you don't have another one in that place?"

"Well, I looked, but I couldn't find any! My capsules are missing." The blue haired woman looked up at him, her blue eyes narrowing somewhat in thought. The Namek found himself struck by the gaze she hadn't realized she was giving him.

"I could… uh… give you a ride," Piccolo faltered. (^-^ Think about it. It's funny… or sick…)

"Oh could you? That'd be great! Thanks Piccolo!" Bulma said, her blue eyes sparkling as she smiled at him. Piccolo tried desperately to control the blush seeping across his face. "Could we go now, if that's all right with you? I'm itching to get back to a project I'm working on."

"Sure," the Namek replied, his voice carefully disinterested. As much as he hated to admit it, he found her… companionable. She'd come a long way from the whiny, self-centered girl she used to be. He carefully wound a powerful arm around her tiny waist, trying not to hurt her, then lifted a few feet off the ground.

He waited until she had shifted into a comfortable position in his grip, and then tore off. It was only too soon when Capsule Corp. came into view and they landed, Piccolo setting her gently on the ground. Bulma smoothed out her clothes before turning to the tall alien. She tugged lightly on the front of his gi, and he bent down to her. Standing on her toes, she reached up and kissed his cheek, then let him go, a slight blush working its way onto her visage, before she turned and went inside, calling out another thanks over her shoulder as she went.

Piccolo remained in the bent over position she left him in, staring after her in a mixture of shock and something he couldn't quite define, but it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was even oblivious to the purple staining his cheeks.

A/N: Good Lord! If I had known it would take so long to get out this chapter, I would have held back on releasing the first one a little bit longer. The problem is, I think I may have gotten a life, unfortunately, so now I have to keep up with school and pretend I care enough to hang out with my friends. Oh, and I got into my very first car accident this week! Oh joy. A deer hit me and I went in the ditch. Tiny plastic cars and big, powerful deer are not fun. I need a new car door now. I really can't wait for hunting season to start up… grrr… On the bright side, after the tow truck got the car out, at about…10:30… I got to take the rest of the day off! Hey, take advantage of the situation.

Oh, and if you want to give some reviews, go ahead. Flames are fine; I take what I can get. I might be the only person alive who likes flames (and at times, prefer them… they're so fun! Just a pick-me-up!). If you want to say "Screw it," and don't review or possibly have that as a review… that's good too.

I apologize to anyone named Diane who wasted their time reading this and was subsequently offended.