Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Let the Games Begin ❯ Date Nights ...gone wrong ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note : ****Slightly funny dramatic…blah blha blah!!! LoL***

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Yamcha arrived to the Briefs residence about 15 minutes later then he promised, Daisies in hand, and knocked on the door. He stumbled slightly at the sight of Vegeta opening the Briefs' door.

"What do you want?" bellowed Vegeta still chewing on a filet of salmon, he quickly prepared to spare him from the awful woman's food.

"Hey, Vegeta! Just stopped by to pick up Bulma." Claimed Yamcha raising his slightly broken voice.

"What the hell are those things for?" Vegeta snorted, pointing at the flowers.

"It's a bouquet for bulma." Stated Yamcha, with a hint of pride.

"Hmph….they limp downwards….fool" Vegeta mumbled.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard.

They both turned around simultaneously to see Bulma descend the staircase. She blushed to see both of them standing by the door, just gawking at her. She was more surprised that Vegeta even bothered to take a second look at her as she made her way down the stairs.

"What is that artificial putrid smell?" Vegeta spat out, and waved his hand in disgust.

"It's Chanel No. 5 !!! Bonehead!" Bulma said playfully, with a quick jab of her elbow into Vegeta's chest.

Vegeta grunted with disapproval, but before he could get a word in edgewise, Bulma twirled around.

"Listen, your majesty!" she projected, sodden with sarcasm. Nearly poking a hole through his chest with her annoying little finger. "You BEHAVE yourself tonight! I don't want to see a crack in that ship outside! Nor a dirty dish in the house! Nor a Hole in the Goddamn WALL! Got it?"

Vegeta drew his face so close to her own, he could feel the air huffing out of her nose. "Why of course, my sweet turtledove" he said, dripping with mockery.

Bulma nearly lost it; her right hand rose up…….

"Bulma we should get going," asserted Yamcha, snatching her arm.

Vegeta chuckled lowly.

Bulma relaxed, suddenly feeling awkward about the whole display in front of Yamcha. `What was that all about?'

"You're right Yamcha! Let's go!" She stepped forward and looped her arm around Yamcha's. "See you later Vegeta! Don't wait up!" She giggled as she slipped into Yamcha's car.

Vegeta snorted, and locked the front door. `Fool woman and her infantile…what was it they called it? Boyfriend?..Psshh…' Vegeta crossed over to the kitchen and began raiding the fridge. He saw a large tray covered with foil, and a small note taped to it. He gingerly took the note.

" To His Royal Highness,

Yeah, you Vegeta. Left you some prepared food, for your

UNAPPRECIATIVE ASS. Mainly to keep you from burning

the house down.

Love,

Bulma "

`Love?' Vegeta pondered. `Has to be human etiquette, bleh.'

Meanwhile….

"Um, Yamcha this isn't exactly what I was dressed for, nor expecting tonight." Stated Bulma wearily, as she began to take in their surroundings. The used up dart board, the smoky billiard.

"But babe! You love this bar! We used to come here all the time!"

"Yeah when we were in our late teens!" She spat out angrily.

"Just relax," he plopped onto a barstool, and patted the seat next to him. "Lets have a drink and then we can go out, and paint the town red."

Bulma eyed him, and sat down.

1 hour and 26 minutes later……

"Bul-va…..*drool* ….your juggies got……" Yamcha careened off the chair. *THUD* Laughter spread through the bar.

"OH YAMCHA! DAMMIT!" Bulma got up and wrapped an arm under one shoulder, and frantically tried getting Yamcha to stand up. " I KNEW YOU WOULD GET DRUNK OFF YOUR ASS! STUPID BASTARD!"

"Yeah …yeah…..shut up…Tif…Tif…fany….." he slurred.

"TIFFANY?! WHO THE FUCK IS TIFFANY!?" she shrieked as they slumped out of the bar into the car `two timing son of a bitch! I should just leave him here, and save me the trouble' of course that just wasn't Bulma. She strapped Yamcha into the passenger seat and buckled herself in to start the car.

Back at C.C……

Vegeta was drenched with sweat. `Ugh, I feel like a weak pig! Damn that Kakarrot! How does he do it!?' He decided that at the present time he needed a shower, before turning in so he could get an early start the next day. With the ship controls shut down, Vegeta stepped out into the crisp Spring air. He took a deep breath and sighed. `No closer to becoming Super Saiyan.' He just didn't understand. What did that Ignoramus of a third class Saiyan have over him?

He walked up to his bathing quarters and stripped off his workout garments. He stepped into the large shower, and and turned the hot water on (only). The steam from the searing water filled his lung and he began to relax. Was this to be his home? Forever? Was this it? What exactly was the training for? He could care less for this pathetic planet, and its inhabitants. Was it Kakarrot? Yes, it had to be, he had taken what was rightfully his. He was the Prince of ALL Saiyans. He slumped at this thought. They were all gone……and Kakarrot doesn't even count. He never knew about his true world. Only he, the Prince of a deceased culture knew now. He was the only true survivor. Only……completely alone…. `SNAP out of it Vegeta! You are a great warrior and technically the true KING of Saiyans….yes…king……'

Back to Bulma….

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"YAMCHA! MY DRESS! AND ITS SILK! YOU SHITHEAD! UGH! YOU DISGUST ME YOU FOOL" Screamed Bulma, after having Yamcha heave his gastric fluids all over her.

`You disgust me fool? Man I do need to get out more, I sound more and more like Veg…' Her thoughts were interrupted as Yamcha tried to kiss her goodnight.

"GEEZ YAMCHA, your mouth is dripping with vomit! Lets go inside and get you cleaned!

Bulma practically dragged him into his home. She dropped him onto the couch, took off his shoes, and went off to look for a blanket.

After a glass of water, and a nice warm blanket, Yamcha was out like a light.

Bulma sighed and then gasped as she became aware that she had no ride home. She paced around the room. `No way am I staying with this cheater, hhmmmm…..maybe if I give a call home…' Bulma walked over to the cramped kitchen and grabbed the phone.

Back at C.C……

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In Vegeta's room….

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Yamcha's house…..

"SHIT!" Bulma slammed the phone down. `I knew he wouldn't pick up, that bastard!'

She paced the room some more. A taxi was too dangerous since she was a high profile public figure. `Oh well I only live two minutes away walking.' Bulma grabbed her Louis Vuitton and headed out the door.

It was new and refreshing to walk alone in the cool night air. `I can't believe my $600 silk dress is ruined! He better pay me back!' Bulma laughed of the thought of a wealthy Yamcha. "That two timing weasel she mumbled." Bulma wasn't upset nor saddened by the development, but why? She seemed almost content of getting rid of him. It has happened before, maybe that's why he never called. His pants were too busy "training." He was so different from her, so nonchalant and dispassionate, man how he changed. Of course so had she, she was no longer the boy-crazy idiot she used to be, and she began to realize slowly that her life needed more significance. She no longer had much to look forward to. *sigh* She was afraid she had just lost a close friend, and partner. Now all she had were her aging parents and….Vegeta.

"Great" She snorted. Vegeta….that alien pest! He has basically been a parasite in her home for the past year. `So why don't I kick him out? Am I that desperately lonely that I need that bastard around!?'

` HHhhhmm…maybe, although he was a Royal pain in the ass he was….he was definitely…...a breath of fresh air.' When everything around her seemed so jaded and synthetic, he was so raw….so…infuriating! `Do I actually like him? Am I falling for…for… HIM?'

Bulma stopped walking for a moment to think. "hhmmm….." she mused as she looked up at Capsule Corp.

**A Twig Snaps***

Bulma turned around to see if anyone was nearby.

Her voice shook slightly, "Vegeta is that you?"

Bulma gasped as she felt a hand creep onto her shoulder. She was whirled around abruptly by her assailant.

The man was frightening, and horribly scarred. Bulma was barely able to shriek.