Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love, Trust, and an Alien ❯ The Operation ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ/DBGT so don't hunt me down and try to sue me…

 

I don't own any ass kicking, sexy and irresistible Prince of Saiyans… -sighs-

 

There is some potty mouthing in hear people… so no yelling at me…

 

Author's Note: I've been a very bad writer! Lets put it into simple terms… I got stuck writing this chapter… I started it out and realized that I was writing chapter SEVEN (It might be eight now -.-)… and so I saved it that way and started over. Then I got to the end of their argument and lost the writing tickle! But I got it done and I'm so sorry!

 

(Update on 8-11-05) Alright, I was a BAD writer and was going to post my apology saying I was going to try to finish the chapter by… tonight… but I failed again and left no time to post it! (I'm a forgetful person, I'm sorry!)

 

On the bright side, this is an extra long chapter from my others ^-^

 

On to the reviews…

 

All right, Thanks a lot to “Heiress2thethrone” for her nice review and I have been looking for the episodes in between I just haven't found them! Thanks a bunch and I shall continue! Oh, and Heiress, I hope you have read other B/V fics too because they state the gravity machine exploded at like 300g, even lower, I put it at 450 to be safe and make Vegeta seem not-so-weak at the time it happens.

 

And to “Hunny”, thanks for your review! I'm glad your enjoying it and I'm even more happy that it entertains you! Thanks for your review, I know it's a pain to review! (I do it all the time, except when I did my threatening posts… lol talk about it another chapter!)

 

This is told more from Vegeta's POV… jus an fyi…

 

“Talking”

`Vegeta's Thoughts'

`Bulma's Thoughts'

Important words

Other important words

 

<(“<) The Operation (>”)>

 

“Can you remind me again, what I am doing here, Onna?” Vegeta glared Bulma through his obsidian eyes as she, her mother, and he were driving themselves into town. It had of course taken both women two hours to get dressed to go out and he had the constant badgering of how this outfit looked with this shoe or this set of earrings looked with that shirt. But to his dismay, the gravity machine was broken and there was nothing he could do about it except whine, groan, complain, badger, and replenish his stomach from the undersized amounts of food he was feed at the hospital. And that sad schedule got him forced into a shopping trip, correction Operation: Prince Pain Makeover.

 

`Women…' The loveable Prince rolled his eyes and gave a sigh.

 

“You got out of the hospital two days ago and have been running through the fridge and pantry like a black hole! And my mom isn't always around to go buy you more food and my father and I have to work to fix the gravity machine that you broke,” He winced at the memory. “Because you had to put it over three hundred, and my mom told you that it was a bad idea.” She glared back at him form the traffic and then turned back.

 

“That still doesn't make me understand why I had to come with you on your little shopping spree…” He groaned as they started to enter the city. He sighed and knew he was in for a long day with all the dress shops and jewelry stores they were passing.

 

“Because we are going to open a bank account for you, get you a credit card and you can buy your own damn food!” Bulma parked outside a large skyscraper.

 

Bunny Briefs looked at her daughter with a frown. “Darling, bad language makes you seem less enjoyable and beautiful, and pales your image.” While the only male in the car gave a smirk at her remark. Bulma merely rolled her eyes and got out of the car that was followed by her mother and finally the prince.

 

They stalked into the large bank firm, a grunt coming from Vegeta. “How amusing…” He merely uttered as he glanced about the room. The floor was at least twenty feet high with large revolving doors as it's entry. The teller's booths were ranged from the left side to the middle of the entry room and were equipped with bar-like stools for the clients to come up and sit to make withdrawals or deposits. At the back of where the booths were placed was a large silver safe with electronic, manual, and who knows what else as a security feature. On the right side were a few desks cut off as large cubicles with desks and comfortable shifting chairs for people to come and make accounts or ask questions. And to the right is where the two Brief ladies were headed, so he followed.

 

They sat down at a woman's desk, who greeted them politely (but looked away from Vegeta due to his glare.). “How can I help you Ms. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs?”

 

“Well, we are here to open an account for-” And that's when he stopped paying any real attention to them. He thought of different attacking strategies, new places to train while waiting for his gravity machine to be rebuilt, how he was going to kill Goku and other things like that. He was interrupted every once and a while to sign something or state information (that had been fabricated by Bulma and her father) to present his liability, and then Bulma herself had to sign some things.

 

After about a half an hour to an hour he had his account, he had a credit card, and he had money in the account. So he got up and started for the door, when a voice called out. “Vegeta dear, we have to withdrawal some money ourselves before we go shopping.”

 

He let out a sigh, `I knew I should have just flown out of here…' He was caught and frowned his way into a line full of busybodies. Within fifteen minutes they were at a tellers booth and were greeted with yet another smile and fake cheerful face.

 

“Good Morning Ms. And Mrs. Briefs. How can the I help you?” The merry little worker asked.

 

“I'm fine, I just want to transfer some money into my checking and withdrawal some cash for our little outing…” Vegeta groaned but was silenced by a quick glare from Bulma. The teller looked at him with a puzzled face. “Oh don't mind him, my mother an I decided he needed a Fashion Make-Over. And since he has free time;” `That woman knows how to pick at a wound.' “We decided to take that opportunity.” Bulma smiled and gave Vegeta a sly grin. `Take my ice cream from me… this trip is gonna be something you never forget!'

 

“Do I have to come with you for the shopping?” He glared at the young heiress.

 

She just smiled and batted her blue eyes. “Well, we are shopping for you, we need you to try the clothes on.”

 

“Oh come on Vegeta darling, its gonna be fun.” Mrs. Briefs finally spoke. She smiled and patted him on the shoulder, which she quickly removed after his stare.

 

“So this is just a ploy to-” But Vegeta never got a chance to finish his sentence because of the ten men that walked into the bank with guns and black masks over their heads.

 

“We want all your money and valuable in the bags. If anyone tries heroics we'll shot them and everyone else.” The man that spoke looked to be the leader because of his black leather coat he wore over his dark clothes. His comrades wore the same thing down to the shoes except for that leather coat. They started walking around to all the people and collecting their jewelry and wallets.

 

“Vegeta, do you mind?” Bulma whispered.

 

“What, you want me to take them out then?” He looked at her with a raised brow.

 

“Yes! Just knock them out or something.” Bulma turned and glared at him.

 

“Does `or something' mean I can kill them.”

 

“NO!” She tried to keep her voice down.

 

“I don't feel like it.” He shrugged and turned his attention to the robbers. That's when she lost it.

 

“What do you mean `you don't feel like it' ?!” She mocked him, placing her hands on her hips.

 

“I don't feel like it woman, get off my back!” The leader and a few other masked men started for them.

 

“I'm not on your back Vegetable-Head!” She countered.

 

“Say it one more time I dare you.” He stuck his face right into hers and looked fiercely into her ocean blue eyes.

 

“Hey, you two! Shut the fuck up!” The leader snarled.

 

Both of them turned their attention to him and barked “YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!” and continued their argument.

 

“You can say thanks for once since we took you in and let you RUIN our property!”

 

“I never asked to be taken in! Your parents and Goku practically forced (and bribed with the gravity machine) me into it! I never wanted to live with you and deal with all your shit!” He hadn't realized what he said until he said it.

 

“Then why don't you leave!” Bulma felt oddly hurt with the words he had said.

 

He looked down, he felt something he never felt before; hated. Never before had he been hated, not like this. People despised him, loathed him and wished for his death, but never hated by someone he cared about. `Oh shit, I don't…' But he was never able to finish his train of thought. Cold metal pressed up against his forehead and he looked up to see one of the robbers holding his gun to his head. The Leader however had a hold of Bulma and was enjoying the touch of her delicate skin. He held her against his chest and was nuzzling the side of her head. “Your quite a cutie.” He gave her a grin.

 

“Let go of me you creep or so help me I will make sure your groin is detached from your body.” She spit out in disgust. The man moved his machine gun to her head.

 

“I don't think your in a position to make idle threats. If you haven't noticed, we're the ones with weapons and your not. Hell, no one but us in here has weapons.” He smiled again and tightened his hold on her waist, letting his hand do some feeling. “Feisty and well rounded, I think we might need a hostage boys!” He gave a laugh and so did the rest of his men.

 

“Put down the Woman.” Vegeta gave and glare, cracking his fists. “I'm giving you to the count of three.”

 

“What do you mean `Put down the woman'. You can't do a thing…” His lackeys laughed.

 

“One.” Vegeta stood unfazed.

 

“He's not kidding you know; he's actually being quite generous…” Bulma shrugged as well as she could in her position.

“Shut the fuck up woman!” The leader guy shoved the gun point into her head.

 

“Two.” Vegeta cracked his neck and loosened his shoulders.

 

“Boss, I don't think he's kidding…” One guy replied, dropping his back and holding up his gun at Vegeta. The rest seemed to do the same.

 

“He's not gonna do anything while I have his girlfriend.” The leader just laughed. That was his big mistake.

 

Something in Vegeta snapped with his comment and he was off without a word. He choose a speed that they could barely keep up with, let alone hit him with their useless bullets. He attacked the man with Bulma first; shoving his fist into his gut and grinning at the sound of his ribs cracking and crunching. He then went for the five guys collecting money, swiftly knocking them to the ground with a blow to the back of their necks. The four standing guard at the front had time to aim and shoot, however their shoots never made it to the intended target. He raced in front of them and gripped each gun and bent it and made it unusable. By that time the guys ran form the bank and out into the streets. Vegeta turned to look back at the rest when he heard a scream.

 

“Vegeta, watch out!” Bulma's pleas called and quickly turned to see the leader sitting up and grin, pulling the trigger to his gun that was aimed right at him. This did not shock him however and as the bullet neared him he reached out and grabbed it between two fingers. He blinked and through it back at the same peed and through the man's head. Bulma rushed over to him. (he noticed behind her that her mother had fainted.)

 

“Vegeta, are you alright?” She had the look of concern within her eyes.

 

“Why would you care?” He gave her a hurt stare and turned and left the building.

 

<(“<) Fin (>“)>

 

Author's Note: So I hope the wait was worth it, I won't probably post another chapter till next week, going to visit relatives. I hoped you enjoyed and give me reviewies please!

 

I'm really really really sorry!

 

-the mistress

 

Spoiler: Bulma did the impossible; hurt our dear Prince's feelings. She comes to realize how much Vegeta means to her! Might have lemony-limey goodness!