Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neapolitan Sky. ❯ 003 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Milku 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.07.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 222 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.07.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 222 | Status: Work In Progress
Neapolitan Sky.
Disclaimer: I hold no rights to the concept, or characters of this story and it is strictly non-profit casual enjoyment only.
---- THANK Santeri, i found my note book that had the whole plot line to this damn story. There is a god. turns out one of the bar workers (his name is Santeri) at work picked it up off a table and put it away for safe keeping without telling me… gave me a heart attack i tell you! so anyway looks like the show will go on. I know my grammar is something scary, but I don’t think I will get a beta, or attempt to once I get over maybe 8 chapters, as I want to make it worth their while and make sure that I’m actually committed to it, but if anyone wants to put their hand up for it now, you’re more than welcome. also for your visual pleasure while I was at work I sketched this out of boredom, enjoy http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e145/Cyber_Renegade/?a ction=view¤t=Photo0002.jpg ----- Watching MTV while I write this and then I started to listen to the sound track of grease while I worked .--------.
Bulma lay out on a lawn chair in the sun in the front of the house. She had pushed her glasses up high on the bridge of her nose and scrapped her hair back into a ponytail in a carefree way. It had just been a horrible 3 days at home. Her grandmother was an abysmal monster, driving Bulma latterly up the wall.
Bulma was haunted by the night before when she had snapped at the dining table after an argument with her grandmother. It had turned in to a screaming match between the two women about the accident with the gardener. Bulma was still hung up on the accident, as she felt justified, and her grandmother had likened it to her feeling sorry for running over next doors dog. Bulma had popped like a bottle cap on a soda bottle as she slammed her hands down on the table. It infuriated and confused her to no limit as to how her sweet, caring….dim mother had been brought to life by this dragon of a woman.
The whole night had ended sourly to say the least. As Bulma had stood up from the table, calling her grandmother a heartless crone, her grandmother had had a failing in her health. The normally stern faced woman had started to turn a touch of pink and grasp at her chest as Bulmas pitch had raised. It had taken Bulma 60 seconds to notice what was happening as she watched everything play out. Ellia had rushed to the grandmother side in an instant and offered her assistance and within those 60 seconds Bulma found herself there too, panicking over her grandmother. They had helped each other raise the older woman up and escort her to the bed room. Once they were there Bulma had sat by her grandmother and talked soothingly to her about simple things, like her mother and father. That had seemed to please her grandmother hearing how well her daughter was doing. Bulmas mother was a shocking social butterfly and held a multitude of parties and social events at their home, as well as attending them too of cause.
Bulma crossed her legs over that were clad in slim fitting high waist white trousers. The weather was starting to turn warmer so she was wearing a sleeveless bright purple, yellow button down shirt that hung out, but was so short it just hung barely over the top of her pants. She had finally broken her promise to try and fit in with everyone here. When she had arrived with her tower of suitcases her grandmother had gawked at her fashion range openly. It seemed that small town Westville was stuck root fast in the 50’s still. Admittedly, it was only 1962, but really come on… change was happening now, and it was sure groovy. The full bottom skirt just wasn’t working it for Bulma and so in a moody fit this morning she had kicked open her dust collecting cases and dressed her way. Much to the distaste of her grandmother.
“Ahh this is nice” Juu admitted contently on the chair next to Bulma. Juu was the only person so far who took an interest in the way Bulma was dressing in a more positive view. Juu was actually trying to take a few pages out of Bulmas book and was wearing a Lime green blouse with her tight skirt of soft yellow. She was trying. She was starting to eat her words about women in pants as well. She had been watching the television the other night and caught glimpses of the capital fashions… pants were in.
“Yeah it is” Bulma admitted as she lazily reached for the gin and tonic between them, never even sparing a glance as she sunned herself. Having Juu for company was, for once a welcome thing. Juu had brought ChiChi and Marron with her, and while the two maids fussed over the child and Bulmas grandmother, the two women were free to be just that, young women in the garden.
“I really wish that Krillin would take us to West City, you know move there. What are we going to achieve here and you have seen our ‘shopping’ choices” Juu mumbled as she stretched her arms over her head passively.
Bulma pulled her lips firmly and awkwardly at the thought of Juu living in the same city as her full time. Bulma surely didn’t plan on living here forever, but honestly she didn’t know how long she would be stuck here. Hopefully not long. “Yeah it would be cool if you did” Bulma finally added with a peaceful sigh, luckily Juu took it as Bulma just being over relaxed and maybe from having her third glass of tonic.
“Ahh… Bulma, there is a Saiyan coming” Juu said slowly and kind of tensely as she sat up slowly in her chair and looked down her nose towards the dirt road that lead up to the homestead.
“Hmm?” Bulma replied as she lifted her glasses off her face and looked up to see where Juu was looking too.
The two women sat there was they watched a lone stranger walk slowly down the long dirt road towards them. He walked slowly with purpose. Dressed in denim jeans, a white shirt and carrying a blazer over his shoulder casually while he walked slowly. He walked with an air of grace to him with his face raised high and proudly.
Bulma rose up from her chair slowly and rested her glasses on top of her head, placing her hands crossed under her bust. This must have been the gardener’s son she figured. She had received word yesterday that he would be coming to take his father’s place while he recuperated.
As he approached Bulma lit up her face with her award winning smile as she strode out to meet him. She was going to put her best foot forwards and try and be as caring and considerate as she could, after all… she did run the poor man’s father down! But the closer he got to her, the more she lost her resolve.
He stared her down hard, unblinking and completely unnerving. It was like he might run up and rip her throat with his teeth. Bulma tried to keep herself loose and free as he came even closer, she didn’t want to show him that just by looking at her that she was intimidated. “Hey, you must be Vegeta’s son. I’m Bulma, it’s so nice you could come” she said with a bright and cheery grin.
He didn’t even say anything, he just paused halfway as he passed her and cast her a chilling glare “yeah, the girl who hit my father with her car” he grunted out bluntly and then screwed up his face as he continued to walk past her.
Bulma blushed a deep scarlet and then subconsciously rubbed her right arm. “Yes… I did. I’m so sorry. I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am really” she said, letting the words stumble out of her mouth as she swiveled around quickly to follow him. Juu was staring open mouthed at his back with a look of disgust as if someone had wiped mud up her walls, Bulma wasn’t much better, she just lacked the disgust and had matched it with shock. Hanging low and twitching with agitation was a long smooth furred tail that would swish suddenly as if it had a mind of its own on occasion. Neither Bulma nor Juu had ever seen a tailed Saiyan, this was a first for both of them and it was meet with mix feelings from both parties.
“I’m here to see Camisole Brassiere” He said firmly, he didn’t even spare either of them a glance as he looked towards the home and then about the front garden.
“Oh of cause yeah, that’s my grandmother. She’s kind of not that good right now, so I guess I could…. should show you around ok” Bulma said happily, trying to keep it swinging so to speak.
“Hn” He mumbled and finally turned to regard her with those bottomless black eyes that were a typical characteristic of Saiyans.
Juu glared up at the Saiyan man. Her nerve was unwavering as she refused to be intimidated by a fucking monkey here to play around in the dirt. she didn’t care about Bulmas morel upstanding of treating these filthy animals like equals, it just wasn’t true and if Bulma couldn’t see it for herself and wanted to walk around in that god forsaken la-la land that she bubbled herself in then for the sake of god she very merry well could. Juu saw him as no better than a mangy dog, she wasn’t going to lower herself to have anything to do with it.
“So, I guess you know me then… ah, what was your name?” Bulma asked with a hopeful little smile on her face and her hands cupped behind her back as he swung back on her heels. She was going a rather good job at playing the lovely young woman that she was.
“Vegeta” he said flatly and looked straight through her at a tree baring dead wood. He would have to saw that off.
“Vegeta? What just like your father right? So…. you would be like… what, Vegeta the second or Vegeta junior?” Bulma asked as she tapped her finger to her smooth make-uped cheek thoughtfully.
Vegeta visibly grimaced at both of those add-ons to his name. “Just Vegeta” he mentioned quickly, with that stone like expression as he crossed his meaty arms across his abdomen. He looked bored for a fraction of a second and when Bulma made no effort to do anything he scowled towards her. “Shouldn’t you show me around and what needs doing….. maaa’am” he said, dragging out the polite female term in a mildly sarcastically way.
Bulma snapped to attention, and for a moment gave him a hard look. She couldn’t help but notice he was acting very unfavorably towards her. What was she expecting? She had mangled his father, but she couldn’t help the cold feeling in her gut and the heat in the back of her mind as she felt a little flustered by him. She was honestly not used to…. well… Saiyans giving her cheek. She was used to their soft and polite mannerisms. Of cause she had seen Saiyans interact with each other in more brash ways, but… NEVER towards her. She had to remind herself that in fact, she had wanted this, someone to somehow punish her for her misdoings, so she guessed for now; she would put up with the brunt of his attitude. She didn’t miss the unimpressed way Juu looked at her. This was just beautiful…now she had to deal with a testy Saiyan and a snooty Juu who was sure to bring this up sooner or later…. probably sooner… defiantly sooner.
Bulma sighed and then smiled at him in a sweet manner as she used her hands in a floaty manner towards the side of the house where there was a cobbled path. “Well yeah, come on, I’ll show you everything” Bulma said as she started to walk off, not checking to see if he was following, she was sure that he would. She was now deciding that she wanted to win his respect at least, or get him to open up to her a little. Bulma was a likeable character. Everyone liked her, even if they didn’t like her that just meant they didn’t know her and once they knew her they liked her. Vegeta would be no different in her mind. She was sure she could flip him open just like an old school book on Absorptance in physics.
“Your father was doing an amazing job. Grandmother was really satisfied with everything he did. Besides just normal cleaning and tending, he was putting some ‘umph’ into this place for her birthday party. She’s going to have it soon so I guess you’re going to need to finish the hedging and the pruning of the trees in the glade. Ah… and then there is the rose garden and the patterned violet and petunia gardening needs a loooot of work” she hummed as she lead him through the sprawling garden.
The garden itself seemed endless. Apparently having a king sized garden was held in high regards for their past family members, since Bulma could always recall it being this big. There were hedge rows and lawn areas, some dried fountains and glens of trees. One could easily lose themselves sin the garden areas. It was a place perfect for large parties and hiding from people when one didn’t want to be found. As a child Bulma had hidden away many times in the hanging weeping willows and then popped up somewhere in the lace plants only to startle family members and their company.
She kept waiting for him to say something as she rambled on, but no, nothing. He didn’t utter a word. He would grunt and snuff every now and then, but nothing more. Bulmas nerves were starting to get frazzled. She had been showing him around for about 20minutes, and he hadn’t spoken an actual word to her. She had been charming and sweet, surly and playful, respectful and grace… it hadn’t even earned her a facial twitch. He remained steadfast in his grunt expression.
He was standing in front of her surveying the surroundings when he shocked her by actually addressing her. “I’ll be back tomorrow to start” he stated in a bored low tone that shook with the timber of his deep voice. He turned on his heel and headed back towards the front garden.
“Oh” Bulma said with a pop of her mouth and she trailed along behind him, staring at his twitching tail. It took them 10 minutes to get back to where Juu was. Currently Juu was making a dramatic fuss about the chocolate on her daughters face while ChiChi stood there apologizing and whipping it off with the hem of her apron.
Bulma noticed that ChiChi and Vegeta regarded each other for a fraction of a second before Vegeta continued on his way, walking down the beaten track and silently as he had came. Leaving Bulma standing on the edge of the path in a huff.
Juu shooed ChiChi to take Marron to wash up while she came to stand by Bulmas side. “What a weirdo” she mumbled and placed her hands squarely on her hips as she too joined in on watching him leave.
Bulma instantly broke her reserve of silence and turned to face Juu. “You have no idea... he just grunted at everything I said, like he was a bloody mindless zombie… it was like ehh.. uhhm.. ghhaf.. umphha.. grr… I wasn’t sure if he even knew how to speak any language until he told me he was leaving. I swear I have engaged more responsive pot plants!” Bulma quipped rapidly with a flustered face.
Juu nodded just as quickly. “And did you see that tail… gack… think of the germs… fleas, I swear that’s what it probably has. NO wonder he has come here to roll in the dirt” she said flatly with a sneer on her face.
Bulma had a twisted face “he was so awkward, even when I wasn’t talking about the damn boring garden... he was off in space practically… maybe he was… retarded or something” Bulma said with a ghost of a smile.
Juu cracked up laughing and lightly patted Bulma on the shoulder, it made Bulma smile more as she thought of Vegeta drooling into his own pillow.
“Never mind him Bulma, he’s just a smelly raggedy monkey” Juu said with a content sigh and went to walk over to their lawn chairs.
“Yeah” Bulma huffed and turned to join her, but not before she caught eye of ChiChi standing on the veranda nursing Marron in her arms, a sad and hurt look on her face that dropped to a neutral look as soon as Bulma caught her eyes.
Bulma suddenly felt shallow and sick… deep down in the pit of her stomach.
ChiChi slowly walked into her home late that night. Juu had demanded ChiChi cook a meal for Juu’s family before she left. ChiChi was sure no one else treated their maid like this, but then again not everyone’s maid could cook like ChiChi. Juu hadn’t returned home until late from Bulmas home and had… been in a disturbingly good mood, meaning she suddenly wanted to ‘treat’ her husband to a late night meal, as well as herself of cause.
ChiChi would have quit years ago if it wasn’t for the fact she needed this money so badly and in some small way she feared Juu. Juu was a woman bent on bringing pain to those around her, and when she wasn’t able to do it at the proximity she liked, she made sure that you regretted your actions pretty soon after.
ChiChi stood before her door and then looked back at the community around her. Even at this hour of the night people were still milling about the area. People casually chatting, a few squabbles here and there could be heard on occasion. Saiyans were not the ‘let’s talk about our feelings’ kind of people, so it was not uncommon to hear about fighting or scuffs happening between individuals.
ChiChi swatted a buzzing insect away from her face as she turned her back on the small town stead that the Saiyans inhabited. The dirt roads and the tumbled shack like homes dotted here and there, sometimes hundreds of meters apart and others right on top of each other. It was like a tent city that had been given wood. There were some twisted up trees that hung around like old friends, they had started to flower and it had given a touch of beauty to their dreary semi swamp land world. ChiChi often wished she and Goku had the time and money to do something with their own garden; so far all they had grown was some radishes and carrots… a few potatoes as well, but nothing much really. It was useful to grow vegetables, but she would have loved to have seen flowers. To have Gohan run around a back yard of green and grass like Marron got to. For her to be able to laugh and giggle with her own baby. Maybe one day, but that day was not today, and with a distant sigh, ChiChi twisted the handle to the door and walked into her shambled home.
When she came in she was hit in the face by the scent of coffee being brewed. It brought a smile to her face as she shrugged off her cardigan and hung it on the wall in their tiny living room made of rag tag furniture. No one in her family drank coffee, only she did. Goku DIDN’T NEED any coffee and her father didn’t enjoy the taste. ChiChi found lately she just needed it, and her cravings had gone up tenfold since the Briefs woman had come to town. Juu had been prancing off all over the place and laying ridicules orders on her. ChiChi wasn’t an idiot, she knew that Juu was intimidated a little by Bulma and her big city ways. She had something to prove to the blue haired woman, and god help all those in between them and their strange rivalry.
Goku popped his head out from around the kitchen corner with Gohan snuggly pressed into his chest with his little face flush up against his father’s shoulder. His breathing was heavy, but at least he wasn’t coughing his lungs out for once. In Goku’s other had he held a mug of black coffee. He didn’t say anything he just extended it towards his wife with a lopsided smile.
“I didn’t think we had the money for things like this” ChiChi sighed tiredly as she accepted it anyway.
“Mr. Pakenson didn’t like the look of the delivery boys this evening when they dropped it off. They were Saiyans from EastValle, I think. He was sure they probably touched it since the seal was broke. So he gave me the canister. He couldn’t sell it to people if he thought Saiyans had eaten or used it” Goku finished as he juggled Gohan a little, leaving a snail trail of drool across his shoulder as he settled the toddler into the crook of his massive arms.
ChiChi firmly pulled her lips as she swigged the coffee. It was luke warm. He had probably been hoping she would be home sooner. The thought was what counted, she was truly lucky to have a husband as sweet as him.
“A’H. It’s all well and good for you to make the coffee, having your hands on it and such, but the single thought of ‘sharing’ and the splutter like bloody idiots” ChiChi snarled as she walked strongly into her kitchen and swept her hand up to knock about her copper pans, looking for the right pot to make some soup.
Goku shook his head with a sad smile as he rested his backside into the chair at the kitchen table. “I was watching the Television today at work during my lunch break. They have some riots happening in the capitals all over the country. Saiyans up in arms demanding equal rights. Didn’t get to see da end thou… Pakenson flicked it off when he noticed. Nonsense he said to me” Goku said with a barking bitter laugh. When he had been a young lad he had been a goofy hoon running around with a small band of other Saiyan boys causing all sorts of mischief. When he got his high school sweet heart pregnant things had snapped around rather quickly and Goku found him and ChiChi married and then out on their asses trying to get by. When it had been just the two of them things had been fairly easy, but once Gohan had been born everything went just crazy. Gohan had been a good baby, and was loved by his parent’s heart and soul. He was healthy, heavy, lively and happy… well that was until recently. Of cause the start had been a struggle, Goku and ChiChi were so young, they had no idea what to do. They were still struggling to understand parenting, but now… now it was more like a battle then a struggle.
“If I had the money I’d move us all up to the cities. Did you know they are thinking of integrating some of the high schools? Wouldn’t that be a sight? I don’t think I would even want Gohan with those spoilt fucking bastards” ChiChi cussed hard as she fetched canned tomatoes from the cupboard.
Goku blinked in dumb stupor at his wife’s harsh words. ChiChi wasn’t one to swear often. “Is everything ok Chi?” he asked softly as he bumped Gohan lightly against his chest, he had the boy bundled in a yellow blanket to keep the night chill at bay.
“Ohhhhhhh you know. That godless woman Juu. Pushing me about like she owns me all the time. ‘ChiChi do this, ChiChi do that. I was about ready to wet myself today and she refused to let me use the bathroom, I had to go… I had to go out in the yard! She has decided that she wants to have an outdoor toilet built for me, and until it has been done… I’m like some kind of dog! Imagine that, cocking my leg like a man or something” ChiChi ranted as she slammed cans down on the counter.
“She gave that youngin a right wallop the other day when the poor thing messed herself. It’s not like I ever see that bitch clean that poor child” ChiChi grumbled and started to pull spices that she had gathered and dried over time. “It was... gah… I cook, I clean and I run all her errands! And she thinks she’s going to get germs. I’ve got a right mind to spit in her forsaken crème brûlées she’s got me making for this nasty party down at the plantation. Ohhhhha… Speaking of that. That blue haired whore and Juu the devil queen, are they a right pair. I think I actually hate the blue haired one more then Juu” ChiChi grumbled as she tasted the soup as it started to bubble, adding a pinch of salt and a cup of water quickly.
Goku perked up and paid attention at the mentioning of Bulma and the Brassiere family. He normally let ChiChi drone on about Juu for hours. It helped her cope with the whole situation. It didn’t mean he had to actually listen to everything; it was most often than not the same thing she complained about anyway. “Why do you say that? I think Bulma’s pretty alright chick” Goku said innocently squashing his cheek up against his hand, elbow on the table for support.
ChiChi rounded on him with her pitch night eyes, a look of mild fury in them. “Oh I will tell you why. Just this day while I was there watching Marron and tending that… old bag. Her and Juu were out on the front yard sippen and squawking about nothing when guess who walked on up, Vegeta” she said with an open face and wide eyes as she gave an affirmative sharp nod of her head at Goku.
Goku raised his brows at her, his silent way to ask her to continue on with her story.
ChiChi turned back to her cooking as she stirred the pot around and round. “So. They be sitting out there when he comes on up. Tired as holy man dragged through hell he was. He must have walked all the way from the bus depo in town to get there since they sold half the rights to that truck of theirs to us to pay those doctor fees and you were using it today right?” she asked and peeped over her shoulder to make sure Goku was following her on this.
She was met with a hearty laugh and a nod from him. “Yeah… well sort of. It was leaking fuel and I had to push it for a few kilometers that is” He said in a finishing light chuckle.
ChiChi didn’t find it funny. That was wasted money just being soaked up by the dirt. “Yeah well…. so he comes on up and that hussy wastes no time poking her face up in his, no concern or nothing for him really. Alcohol on her, rattling off about how nice it was he came to work for them, after she gone and run his daddy over! Acting all like he was some human like her and at the same time acting a fool about it all” ChiChi fumed at the mere thought of the whole thing. She could see how pissed off Vegeta had been, she had been watching from a window up stairs. Saiyans could read that body language as if someone was waving a bloody big sign in their face. Vegeta had been saying a clear get the heck outta my face!
“When he left, she and Juu started to rubbish him like he was some kind of door to door. Ragging on about his TAIL of all things. Calling him a … monkey” she sneered. She felt a twinge of regret at the base of her spine. Her parents had had her tail docked when she was five years old… she missed it still. Every time it rained, it ached.
Goku must have had the same line of though as ChiChi did as he ran his hand softly over their son’s tail as it lightly curled around his hand in a natural manner. ChiChi wasn’t the only one who missed their tail. Every Saiyan who got docked… missed their tail. Goku hoped they would never have to do that to their own son.
“So, all miss high and mighty. So charming an sugary sweet to you when you’re there. Mean as a cut snake when you’re not. At least with Juu, what you see is what you get. That Bulma… she’s two faced that’s for sure. Right proper miss of the city… right proper pain in my ass loading her old woman off on me” ChiChi stewed figuratively as he started to simmer down the soup. “Poor Vegeta. he’s a sour guy… but he’s going to have a hell and back time working there till old Ouji’s up and on the mend” ChiChi sighed and turned to rest her lower back against the counter as she regarded her son and husband.
“Hnn yeah I saw him this afternoon when he came round to talk about the truck. His father’s not so great. Really messed up and already hitting da drink. Tarble was with Vegeta, told me that they don’t know if Mr. Ouji will ever be able to walk again right, so who knows how long Vegeta will be here for” Goku said with a heavy sigh as he waited for his wife to spoon him a bowlful of the soup.
ChiChi had a dark frown on her pretty tanned face as she sat down and placed out three bowls. “One day mark my words Goku Son... one day they will get what’s coming to them. They pick and chose if they let you in a store, and they always charge us more. We send our children to second rate schools with barely any material for them to study. Half the bars in town won’t let us in. even at the movies! We have to go through our own entrance and sit apart, it’s pathetic. We feeds them, clothe them, clean them, raise their babies and love them and yet... the pick a CHOSE how much we are worth as beings” ChiChi snorted hard before shooting her hands out to ask Goku to pass her their son so she could try and get some food into him while he wasn’t having a coughing fit.
Gohan stirred and snuggled into his mother as she spooned some soup into his mouth. She turned to see Goku just slurping it down straight out of the bowl. “For the grace of God Goku it’s called a spoon!” She sighed loudly and dramatically as she offered up Gohan more food, but it was no use. Gohan started to wheeze at fist and then erupted into a violent body shaking cough that racketed his small frame. The spoon clattered to the floor as ChiChi tried to sooth him and his father watched on hopelessly.
Disclaimer: I hold no rights to the concept, or characters of this story and it is strictly non-profit casual enjoyment only.
---- THANK Santeri, i found my note book that had the whole plot line to this damn story. There is a god. turns out one of the bar workers (his name is Santeri) at work picked it up off a table and put it away for safe keeping without telling me… gave me a heart attack i tell you! so anyway looks like the show will go on. I know my grammar is something scary, but I don’t think I will get a beta, or attempt to once I get over maybe 8 chapters, as I want to make it worth their while and make sure that I’m actually committed to it, but if anyone wants to put their hand up for it now, you’re more than welcome. also for your visual pleasure while I was at work I sketched this out of boredom, enjoy http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e145/Cyber_Renegade/?a ction=view¤t=Photo0002.jpg ----- Watching MTV while I write this and then I started to listen to the sound track of grease while I worked .--------.
Bulma lay out on a lawn chair in the sun in the front of the house. She had pushed her glasses up high on the bridge of her nose and scrapped her hair back into a ponytail in a carefree way. It had just been a horrible 3 days at home. Her grandmother was an abysmal monster, driving Bulma latterly up the wall.
Bulma was haunted by the night before when she had snapped at the dining table after an argument with her grandmother. It had turned in to a screaming match between the two women about the accident with the gardener. Bulma was still hung up on the accident, as she felt justified, and her grandmother had likened it to her feeling sorry for running over next doors dog. Bulma had popped like a bottle cap on a soda bottle as she slammed her hands down on the table. It infuriated and confused her to no limit as to how her sweet, caring….dim mother had been brought to life by this dragon of a woman.
The whole night had ended sourly to say the least. As Bulma had stood up from the table, calling her grandmother a heartless crone, her grandmother had had a failing in her health. The normally stern faced woman had started to turn a touch of pink and grasp at her chest as Bulmas pitch had raised. It had taken Bulma 60 seconds to notice what was happening as she watched everything play out. Ellia had rushed to the grandmother side in an instant and offered her assistance and within those 60 seconds Bulma found herself there too, panicking over her grandmother. They had helped each other raise the older woman up and escort her to the bed room. Once they were there Bulma had sat by her grandmother and talked soothingly to her about simple things, like her mother and father. That had seemed to please her grandmother hearing how well her daughter was doing. Bulmas mother was a shocking social butterfly and held a multitude of parties and social events at their home, as well as attending them too of cause.
Bulma crossed her legs over that were clad in slim fitting high waist white trousers. The weather was starting to turn warmer so she was wearing a sleeveless bright purple, yellow button down shirt that hung out, but was so short it just hung barely over the top of her pants. She had finally broken her promise to try and fit in with everyone here. When she had arrived with her tower of suitcases her grandmother had gawked at her fashion range openly. It seemed that small town Westville was stuck root fast in the 50’s still. Admittedly, it was only 1962, but really come on… change was happening now, and it was sure groovy. The full bottom skirt just wasn’t working it for Bulma and so in a moody fit this morning she had kicked open her dust collecting cases and dressed her way. Much to the distaste of her grandmother.
“Ahh this is nice” Juu admitted contently on the chair next to Bulma. Juu was the only person so far who took an interest in the way Bulma was dressing in a more positive view. Juu was actually trying to take a few pages out of Bulmas book and was wearing a Lime green blouse with her tight skirt of soft yellow. She was trying. She was starting to eat her words about women in pants as well. She had been watching the television the other night and caught glimpses of the capital fashions… pants were in.
“Yeah it is” Bulma admitted as she lazily reached for the gin and tonic between them, never even sparing a glance as she sunned herself. Having Juu for company was, for once a welcome thing. Juu had brought ChiChi and Marron with her, and while the two maids fussed over the child and Bulmas grandmother, the two women were free to be just that, young women in the garden.
“I really wish that Krillin would take us to West City, you know move there. What are we going to achieve here and you have seen our ‘shopping’ choices” Juu mumbled as she stretched her arms over her head passively.
Bulma pulled her lips firmly and awkwardly at the thought of Juu living in the same city as her full time. Bulma surely didn’t plan on living here forever, but honestly she didn’t know how long she would be stuck here. Hopefully not long. “Yeah it would be cool if you did” Bulma finally added with a peaceful sigh, luckily Juu took it as Bulma just being over relaxed and maybe from having her third glass of tonic.
“Ahh… Bulma, there is a Saiyan coming” Juu said slowly and kind of tensely as she sat up slowly in her chair and looked down her nose towards the dirt road that lead up to the homestead.
“Hmm?” Bulma replied as she lifted her glasses off her face and looked up to see where Juu was looking too.
The two women sat there was they watched a lone stranger walk slowly down the long dirt road towards them. He walked slowly with purpose. Dressed in denim jeans, a white shirt and carrying a blazer over his shoulder casually while he walked slowly. He walked with an air of grace to him with his face raised high and proudly.
Bulma rose up from her chair slowly and rested her glasses on top of her head, placing her hands crossed under her bust. This must have been the gardener’s son she figured. She had received word yesterday that he would be coming to take his father’s place while he recuperated.
As he approached Bulma lit up her face with her award winning smile as she strode out to meet him. She was going to put her best foot forwards and try and be as caring and considerate as she could, after all… she did run the poor man’s father down! But the closer he got to her, the more she lost her resolve.
He stared her down hard, unblinking and completely unnerving. It was like he might run up and rip her throat with his teeth. Bulma tried to keep herself loose and free as he came even closer, she didn’t want to show him that just by looking at her that she was intimidated. “Hey, you must be Vegeta’s son. I’m Bulma, it’s so nice you could come” she said with a bright and cheery grin.
He didn’t even say anything, he just paused halfway as he passed her and cast her a chilling glare “yeah, the girl who hit my father with her car” he grunted out bluntly and then screwed up his face as he continued to walk past her.
Bulma blushed a deep scarlet and then subconsciously rubbed her right arm. “Yes… I did. I’m so sorry. I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am really” she said, letting the words stumble out of her mouth as she swiveled around quickly to follow him. Juu was staring open mouthed at his back with a look of disgust as if someone had wiped mud up her walls, Bulma wasn’t much better, she just lacked the disgust and had matched it with shock. Hanging low and twitching with agitation was a long smooth furred tail that would swish suddenly as if it had a mind of its own on occasion. Neither Bulma nor Juu had ever seen a tailed Saiyan, this was a first for both of them and it was meet with mix feelings from both parties.
“I’m here to see Camisole Brassiere” He said firmly, he didn’t even spare either of them a glance as he looked towards the home and then about the front garden.
“Oh of cause yeah, that’s my grandmother. She’s kind of not that good right now, so I guess I could…. should show you around ok” Bulma said happily, trying to keep it swinging so to speak.
“Hn” He mumbled and finally turned to regard her with those bottomless black eyes that were a typical characteristic of Saiyans.
Juu glared up at the Saiyan man. Her nerve was unwavering as she refused to be intimidated by a fucking monkey here to play around in the dirt. she didn’t care about Bulmas morel upstanding of treating these filthy animals like equals, it just wasn’t true and if Bulma couldn’t see it for herself and wanted to walk around in that god forsaken la-la land that she bubbled herself in then for the sake of god she very merry well could. Juu saw him as no better than a mangy dog, she wasn’t going to lower herself to have anything to do with it.
“So, I guess you know me then… ah, what was your name?” Bulma asked with a hopeful little smile on her face and her hands cupped behind her back as he swung back on her heels. She was going a rather good job at playing the lovely young woman that she was.
“Vegeta” he said flatly and looked straight through her at a tree baring dead wood. He would have to saw that off.
“Vegeta? What just like your father right? So…. you would be like… what, Vegeta the second or Vegeta junior?” Bulma asked as she tapped her finger to her smooth make-uped cheek thoughtfully.
Vegeta visibly grimaced at both of those add-ons to his name. “Just Vegeta” he mentioned quickly, with that stone like expression as he crossed his meaty arms across his abdomen. He looked bored for a fraction of a second and when Bulma made no effort to do anything he scowled towards her. “Shouldn’t you show me around and what needs doing….. maaa’am” he said, dragging out the polite female term in a mildly sarcastically way.
Bulma snapped to attention, and for a moment gave him a hard look. She couldn’t help but notice he was acting very unfavorably towards her. What was she expecting? She had mangled his father, but she couldn’t help the cold feeling in her gut and the heat in the back of her mind as she felt a little flustered by him. She was honestly not used to…. well… Saiyans giving her cheek. She was used to their soft and polite mannerisms. Of cause she had seen Saiyans interact with each other in more brash ways, but… NEVER towards her. She had to remind herself that in fact, she had wanted this, someone to somehow punish her for her misdoings, so she guessed for now; she would put up with the brunt of his attitude. She didn’t miss the unimpressed way Juu looked at her. This was just beautiful…now she had to deal with a testy Saiyan and a snooty Juu who was sure to bring this up sooner or later…. probably sooner… defiantly sooner.
Bulma sighed and then smiled at him in a sweet manner as she used her hands in a floaty manner towards the side of the house where there was a cobbled path. “Well yeah, come on, I’ll show you everything” Bulma said as she started to walk off, not checking to see if he was following, she was sure that he would. She was now deciding that she wanted to win his respect at least, or get him to open up to her a little. Bulma was a likeable character. Everyone liked her, even if they didn’t like her that just meant they didn’t know her and once they knew her they liked her. Vegeta would be no different in her mind. She was sure she could flip him open just like an old school book on Absorptance in physics.
“Your father was doing an amazing job. Grandmother was really satisfied with everything he did. Besides just normal cleaning and tending, he was putting some ‘umph’ into this place for her birthday party. She’s going to have it soon so I guess you’re going to need to finish the hedging and the pruning of the trees in the glade. Ah… and then there is the rose garden and the patterned violet and petunia gardening needs a loooot of work” she hummed as she lead him through the sprawling garden.
The garden itself seemed endless. Apparently having a king sized garden was held in high regards for their past family members, since Bulma could always recall it being this big. There were hedge rows and lawn areas, some dried fountains and glens of trees. One could easily lose themselves sin the garden areas. It was a place perfect for large parties and hiding from people when one didn’t want to be found. As a child Bulma had hidden away many times in the hanging weeping willows and then popped up somewhere in the lace plants only to startle family members and their company.
She kept waiting for him to say something as she rambled on, but no, nothing. He didn’t utter a word. He would grunt and snuff every now and then, but nothing more. Bulmas nerves were starting to get frazzled. She had been showing him around for about 20minutes, and he hadn’t spoken an actual word to her. She had been charming and sweet, surly and playful, respectful and grace… it hadn’t even earned her a facial twitch. He remained steadfast in his grunt expression.
He was standing in front of her surveying the surroundings when he shocked her by actually addressing her. “I’ll be back tomorrow to start” he stated in a bored low tone that shook with the timber of his deep voice. He turned on his heel and headed back towards the front garden.
“Oh” Bulma said with a pop of her mouth and she trailed along behind him, staring at his twitching tail. It took them 10 minutes to get back to where Juu was. Currently Juu was making a dramatic fuss about the chocolate on her daughters face while ChiChi stood there apologizing and whipping it off with the hem of her apron.
Bulma noticed that ChiChi and Vegeta regarded each other for a fraction of a second before Vegeta continued on his way, walking down the beaten track and silently as he had came. Leaving Bulma standing on the edge of the path in a huff.
Juu shooed ChiChi to take Marron to wash up while she came to stand by Bulmas side. “What a weirdo” she mumbled and placed her hands squarely on her hips as she too joined in on watching him leave.
Bulma instantly broke her reserve of silence and turned to face Juu. “You have no idea... he just grunted at everything I said, like he was a bloody mindless zombie… it was like ehh.. uhhm.. ghhaf.. umphha.. grr… I wasn’t sure if he even knew how to speak any language until he told me he was leaving. I swear I have engaged more responsive pot plants!” Bulma quipped rapidly with a flustered face.
Juu nodded just as quickly. “And did you see that tail… gack… think of the germs… fleas, I swear that’s what it probably has. NO wonder he has come here to roll in the dirt” she said flatly with a sneer on her face.
Bulma had a twisted face “he was so awkward, even when I wasn’t talking about the damn boring garden... he was off in space practically… maybe he was… retarded or something” Bulma said with a ghost of a smile.
Juu cracked up laughing and lightly patted Bulma on the shoulder, it made Bulma smile more as she thought of Vegeta drooling into his own pillow.
“Never mind him Bulma, he’s just a smelly raggedy monkey” Juu said with a content sigh and went to walk over to their lawn chairs.
“Yeah” Bulma huffed and turned to join her, but not before she caught eye of ChiChi standing on the veranda nursing Marron in her arms, a sad and hurt look on her face that dropped to a neutral look as soon as Bulma caught her eyes.
Bulma suddenly felt shallow and sick… deep down in the pit of her stomach.
ChiChi slowly walked into her home late that night. Juu had demanded ChiChi cook a meal for Juu’s family before she left. ChiChi was sure no one else treated their maid like this, but then again not everyone’s maid could cook like ChiChi. Juu hadn’t returned home until late from Bulmas home and had… been in a disturbingly good mood, meaning she suddenly wanted to ‘treat’ her husband to a late night meal, as well as herself of cause.
ChiChi would have quit years ago if it wasn’t for the fact she needed this money so badly and in some small way she feared Juu. Juu was a woman bent on bringing pain to those around her, and when she wasn’t able to do it at the proximity she liked, she made sure that you regretted your actions pretty soon after.
ChiChi stood before her door and then looked back at the community around her. Even at this hour of the night people were still milling about the area. People casually chatting, a few squabbles here and there could be heard on occasion. Saiyans were not the ‘let’s talk about our feelings’ kind of people, so it was not uncommon to hear about fighting or scuffs happening between individuals.
ChiChi swatted a buzzing insect away from her face as she turned her back on the small town stead that the Saiyans inhabited. The dirt roads and the tumbled shack like homes dotted here and there, sometimes hundreds of meters apart and others right on top of each other. It was like a tent city that had been given wood. There were some twisted up trees that hung around like old friends, they had started to flower and it had given a touch of beauty to their dreary semi swamp land world. ChiChi often wished she and Goku had the time and money to do something with their own garden; so far all they had grown was some radishes and carrots… a few potatoes as well, but nothing much really. It was useful to grow vegetables, but she would have loved to have seen flowers. To have Gohan run around a back yard of green and grass like Marron got to. For her to be able to laugh and giggle with her own baby. Maybe one day, but that day was not today, and with a distant sigh, ChiChi twisted the handle to the door and walked into her shambled home.
When she came in she was hit in the face by the scent of coffee being brewed. It brought a smile to her face as she shrugged off her cardigan and hung it on the wall in their tiny living room made of rag tag furniture. No one in her family drank coffee, only she did. Goku DIDN’T NEED any coffee and her father didn’t enjoy the taste. ChiChi found lately she just needed it, and her cravings had gone up tenfold since the Briefs woman had come to town. Juu had been prancing off all over the place and laying ridicules orders on her. ChiChi wasn’t an idiot, she knew that Juu was intimidated a little by Bulma and her big city ways. She had something to prove to the blue haired woman, and god help all those in between them and their strange rivalry.
Goku popped his head out from around the kitchen corner with Gohan snuggly pressed into his chest with his little face flush up against his father’s shoulder. His breathing was heavy, but at least he wasn’t coughing his lungs out for once. In Goku’s other had he held a mug of black coffee. He didn’t say anything he just extended it towards his wife with a lopsided smile.
“I didn’t think we had the money for things like this” ChiChi sighed tiredly as she accepted it anyway.
“Mr. Pakenson didn’t like the look of the delivery boys this evening when they dropped it off. They were Saiyans from EastValle, I think. He was sure they probably touched it since the seal was broke. So he gave me the canister. He couldn’t sell it to people if he thought Saiyans had eaten or used it” Goku finished as he juggled Gohan a little, leaving a snail trail of drool across his shoulder as he settled the toddler into the crook of his massive arms.
ChiChi firmly pulled her lips as she swigged the coffee. It was luke warm. He had probably been hoping she would be home sooner. The thought was what counted, she was truly lucky to have a husband as sweet as him.
“A’H. It’s all well and good for you to make the coffee, having your hands on it and such, but the single thought of ‘sharing’ and the splutter like bloody idiots” ChiChi snarled as she walked strongly into her kitchen and swept her hand up to knock about her copper pans, looking for the right pot to make some soup.
Goku shook his head with a sad smile as he rested his backside into the chair at the kitchen table. “I was watching the Television today at work during my lunch break. They have some riots happening in the capitals all over the country. Saiyans up in arms demanding equal rights. Didn’t get to see da end thou… Pakenson flicked it off when he noticed. Nonsense he said to me” Goku said with a barking bitter laugh. When he had been a young lad he had been a goofy hoon running around with a small band of other Saiyan boys causing all sorts of mischief. When he got his high school sweet heart pregnant things had snapped around rather quickly and Goku found him and ChiChi married and then out on their asses trying to get by. When it had been just the two of them things had been fairly easy, but once Gohan had been born everything went just crazy. Gohan had been a good baby, and was loved by his parent’s heart and soul. He was healthy, heavy, lively and happy… well that was until recently. Of cause the start had been a struggle, Goku and ChiChi were so young, they had no idea what to do. They were still struggling to understand parenting, but now… now it was more like a battle then a struggle.
“If I had the money I’d move us all up to the cities. Did you know they are thinking of integrating some of the high schools? Wouldn’t that be a sight? I don’t think I would even want Gohan with those spoilt fucking bastards” ChiChi cussed hard as she fetched canned tomatoes from the cupboard.
Goku blinked in dumb stupor at his wife’s harsh words. ChiChi wasn’t one to swear often. “Is everything ok Chi?” he asked softly as he bumped Gohan lightly against his chest, he had the boy bundled in a yellow blanket to keep the night chill at bay.
“Ohhhhhhh you know. That godless woman Juu. Pushing me about like she owns me all the time. ‘ChiChi do this, ChiChi do that. I was about ready to wet myself today and she refused to let me use the bathroom, I had to go… I had to go out in the yard! She has decided that she wants to have an outdoor toilet built for me, and until it has been done… I’m like some kind of dog! Imagine that, cocking my leg like a man or something” ChiChi ranted as she slammed cans down on the counter.
“She gave that youngin a right wallop the other day when the poor thing messed herself. It’s not like I ever see that bitch clean that poor child” ChiChi grumbled and started to pull spices that she had gathered and dried over time. “It was... gah… I cook, I clean and I run all her errands! And she thinks she’s going to get germs. I’ve got a right mind to spit in her forsaken crème brûlées she’s got me making for this nasty party down at the plantation. Ohhhhha… Speaking of that. That blue haired whore and Juu the devil queen, are they a right pair. I think I actually hate the blue haired one more then Juu” ChiChi grumbled as she tasted the soup as it started to bubble, adding a pinch of salt and a cup of water quickly.
Goku perked up and paid attention at the mentioning of Bulma and the Brassiere family. He normally let ChiChi drone on about Juu for hours. It helped her cope with the whole situation. It didn’t mean he had to actually listen to everything; it was most often than not the same thing she complained about anyway. “Why do you say that? I think Bulma’s pretty alright chick” Goku said innocently squashing his cheek up against his hand, elbow on the table for support.
ChiChi rounded on him with her pitch night eyes, a look of mild fury in them. “Oh I will tell you why. Just this day while I was there watching Marron and tending that… old bag. Her and Juu were out on the front yard sippen and squawking about nothing when guess who walked on up, Vegeta” she said with an open face and wide eyes as she gave an affirmative sharp nod of her head at Goku.
Goku raised his brows at her, his silent way to ask her to continue on with her story.
ChiChi turned back to her cooking as she stirred the pot around and round. “So. They be sitting out there when he comes on up. Tired as holy man dragged through hell he was. He must have walked all the way from the bus depo in town to get there since they sold half the rights to that truck of theirs to us to pay those doctor fees and you were using it today right?” she asked and peeped over her shoulder to make sure Goku was following her on this.
She was met with a hearty laugh and a nod from him. “Yeah… well sort of. It was leaking fuel and I had to push it for a few kilometers that is” He said in a finishing light chuckle.
ChiChi didn’t find it funny. That was wasted money just being soaked up by the dirt. “Yeah well…. so he comes on up and that hussy wastes no time poking her face up in his, no concern or nothing for him really. Alcohol on her, rattling off about how nice it was he came to work for them, after she gone and run his daddy over! Acting all like he was some human like her and at the same time acting a fool about it all” ChiChi fumed at the mere thought of the whole thing. She could see how pissed off Vegeta had been, she had been watching from a window up stairs. Saiyans could read that body language as if someone was waving a bloody big sign in their face. Vegeta had been saying a clear get the heck outta my face!
“When he left, she and Juu started to rubbish him like he was some kind of door to door. Ragging on about his TAIL of all things. Calling him a … monkey” she sneered. She felt a twinge of regret at the base of her spine. Her parents had had her tail docked when she was five years old… she missed it still. Every time it rained, it ached.
Goku must have had the same line of though as ChiChi did as he ran his hand softly over their son’s tail as it lightly curled around his hand in a natural manner. ChiChi wasn’t the only one who missed their tail. Every Saiyan who got docked… missed their tail. Goku hoped they would never have to do that to their own son.
“So, all miss high and mighty. So charming an sugary sweet to you when you’re there. Mean as a cut snake when you’re not. At least with Juu, what you see is what you get. That Bulma… she’s two faced that’s for sure. Right proper miss of the city… right proper pain in my ass loading her old woman off on me” ChiChi stewed figuratively as he started to simmer down the soup. “Poor Vegeta. he’s a sour guy… but he’s going to have a hell and back time working there till old Ouji’s up and on the mend” ChiChi sighed and turned to rest her lower back against the counter as she regarded her son and husband.
“Hnn yeah I saw him this afternoon when he came round to talk about the truck. His father’s not so great. Really messed up and already hitting da drink. Tarble was with Vegeta, told me that they don’t know if Mr. Ouji will ever be able to walk again right, so who knows how long Vegeta will be here for” Goku said with a heavy sigh as he waited for his wife to spoon him a bowlful of the soup.
ChiChi had a dark frown on her pretty tanned face as she sat down and placed out three bowls. “One day mark my words Goku Son... one day they will get what’s coming to them. They pick and chose if they let you in a store, and they always charge us more. We send our children to second rate schools with barely any material for them to study. Half the bars in town won’t let us in. even at the movies! We have to go through our own entrance and sit apart, it’s pathetic. We feeds them, clothe them, clean them, raise their babies and love them and yet... the pick a CHOSE how much we are worth as beings” ChiChi snorted hard before shooting her hands out to ask Goku to pass her their son so she could try and get some food into him while he wasn’t having a coughing fit.
Gohan stirred and snuggled into his mother as she spooned some soup into his mouth. She turned to see Goku just slurping it down straight out of the bowl. “For the grace of God Goku it’s called a spoon!” She sighed loudly and dramatically as she offered up Gohan more food, but it was no use. Gohan started to wheeze at fist and then erupted into a violent body shaking cough that racketed his small frame. The spoon clattered to the floor as ChiChi tried to sooth him and his father watched on hopelessly.