Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neapolitan Sky. ❯ 005 ( Chapter 5 )

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Neapolitan Sky.
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Got this one done in one day.
Have to give my first thanks to the readers. I was so in the mood for writing after that last chapter that I decided to go ahead with this one too. I have been FLAT OUT at work lately. that’s why it takes me so long to get these chapters out since by the time i come home from work and walk my dog and eat and ect… I’m buggered :D But I hope this new chapter makes up for it. Its kind of boring one, but a good pole jump for the next chapter. enjoy peeps.

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After the events that transpired at Juu’s home earlier Bulma had been avoiding her usual clique. She had left very shortly after Juu’s little stunt and hadn’t contacted anyone since. She was kind of relishing the alone time. No jabba jawing of Launch. No nitpicking from Juu. It was good to get away from Emma who had the intellect of a stone and her close friend Marith who really was no better.
That wasn’t to say that they had not contacted her though. Launch had rung twice at least in those days asking Bulma to come around and apologies to Juu, since apparently Bulma had hurt Juu’s feelings.
Yeah fucking right.
Bulma would rather punch herself in the breast then say she was sorry. She didn’t do anything! She had….not... defended herself. In fact she had incriminated herself. Why should she apologies for taking a blame that was rightfully hers.
Bulma found that she barely even left the homestead right now. She was more than happy to coop herself up in the flowered drawing room that over saw the garden and scribe out designs for future products then interact with the world. She also on occasion would take to a game of cards or chess with her grandmother in the garden when the older woman managed the energy or rather desire.
Games and calculating were not her only hobbies to say the least. She had taken up bird watching, or at least that was what she had told her grandmother when asked why she was pottering around in the garden.
To Bulma it wasn’t far from the truth. She has been studying this rare and often elusive bird called Vegeta. He was often hard to find as he mudded himself deep in the garden and Bulma suspected that he avoided her somewhat as well.
She really couldn’t blame him. She looked back on her interactions with him and it made her head hang in shame as none of the recollections were overly positive.
None the less she tried anyway. She would skitter around in her short dresses and tight jeans looking here and there, often baring a glass of water or squash as a peace offering. However whenever she found him he would move off quickly in a manner that left it hard to follow him as he trampled off into the brush or would pin her down with such a disgusted sneer that Bulma wondered why she sort him out anyway.
And in all that time, he still hadn’t spoken to her once. She was always addressed with grunts and hmphs that never really carried any more meaning then ‘go away’ probably.
The garden itself was really coming together, and fast. Bulma was at first surprised at how much work Vegeta got done. She had also realized latter that Vegeta was much younger than his father and of cause he was going to get a lot done when he started before the crack of dawn and didn’t leave until well into the dusk. Bulma guessed he was trying to make up for all the delay his father had caused just by being older and slower, and dare Bulma admit it…. a little bit of a drunk.
“Do you suppose they will stay the night dear?” Bulmas grandmother asked as she pushed a chess piece forwards while Bulma stared off over her shoulder watching Vegeta mow the lawn.
“Hmmm I don’t know. Daddy has so much to do. I’m amazed they are coming down. But you’re special grandmamma. Maybe mum will stay, but I do doubt daddy will” Bulma said thoughtfully as she rubbed her brow and the pondered her next move on the board.
“Oh it will be so nice to see your mother. I haven’t seen her in forever. I hope she is looking well. And of cause your father, such a successful man. They did well for each other I do say” Her grandmother said happily. She was always happy when talking about her beauty queen daughter and her overly successful son-in-law. Now if only Bulma would follow in their example… or rather her mothers. Get married and have babies, let her husband do all the money making.
It wasn’t that Bulmas mother was useless; she was rather good in the kitchen and normally made the family’s meals herself. She just didn’t need to work, Bulmas father was more than happy to do enough for the pair of them and probably Bulmas share too, if Bulma would allow it. Bulma wanted to be a free woman. She had been working for the company and doing some extra studies before she was whisked off to the sweet middle of bloody nowhere much to her horror.
“Actually. I can’t wait for the church charity that’s coming up next week darling” The grandmother said with a coy grin on her face as she watched Bulma take her knight in a steady swoop.
Bulma arched her brows as she looked at her grandmother instead of Vegeta putting the mower away and then returning with large white tarp bags. She knew what her grandmother was talking about. Even though the 70th birthday party was tomorrow, her grans mind was rested on the fact that Bulma was going to see this Yamcha guy at the church charity affair next week. Even though Bulma hadn’t spoken to Juu, Juu’s mother had spoken to Bulmas grandmother and apparently all systems were still go.
“Come now dear, you must be excited. Tomorrow half the town will be here and then next week that eligible young lad” Her grandmother hinted none to hidden.
Bulma cracked a smirk at the thought and then nodded her head. “Yes well ok, I’m just maybe a little thrilled. It’s going to be nice to actually go on a real date and yes yes yes…. the party will be nice. How can it not be? I mean Ellia has been baking for a week. Everyone, including mum is bringing food and just look at the garden” Bulma mused as she looked around. True. It had never been so well cared for in its entire life.
“Yes, that boy is doing a marvel I must say. You should have run the other down sooner dear” Was the sing song tone of her grandmother.
“Grandmother!” Bulma said with a slightly annoyed tone. While she found the joking kind of funny…. she didn’t want to admit it and she didn’t want Vegeta to overhear such a thing.
“What, I’m being honest. This place looks fit for well… us to live in” her grandmother said as she folded her hands over her lap peacefully. “Just think if everything goes well with this Yamcha fellow, who might I add I have been told is very handsome… you might be very well taking dates in this garden or even having your hand asked for. Now wouldn’t that be something” Her grandmother said wistfully before turning a longing gaze on her granddaughter. She really wanted Bulma to wed, and soon. She wanted to see her in a good man’s hands before she passed on. At the ripe old age of 70 tomorrow, she was already on borrowed time as far as she was concerned.
Bulma couldn’t help the little girlish giggle that escaped her mouth and she covered her grin with the back of her hand. “Well maybe. I doubt it, but you never know right”. Bulma was only humoring her grandmother. She doubted it HIGHLY that anything would come from the union between her and the Bandits son, but she also meant it when she said you never know what might happen.
“ Do you guess he has much happening between his ears though… I can’t see it going far if he’s a complete loser and dumbo” Bulma said plainly as she watched her grandmother take over a pawn of hers.
“Honey if he is successful, handsome and kind to you… does it really matter if he has half a brain” her grandmother said almost sounding bored. She wasn’t, this conversation could go on forever.

While the women twitted about Yamcha Bandit Vegeta was sweating profoundly trying to erect the marquee that had arrived yesterday. It was fucking huge and he didn’t know why the old biddy needed such a damn fucking huge party anyway. What planting all them bloody roses just for the day? The batty croon barely set foot into the further parts of the garden. If it wasn’t for the blue haired bimbo stalking him all the god forsaken time no one would ever know that he did any work back there!
He couldn’t help but brood sourly as he paused for a second while trying to get a pole staked into the ground deep enough. That Bulma…. what a fucking joke. Walking around like a tart with her short skirts and tight jeans, like some kind of tease. She barely did anything around the house and every time she bothered him it was to drone on like a parrot that had been bricked in the head and could barely remember which way was up.
Vegeta was well and truly fed up with her. She ran over his father, and now he was here, doing this mediocre work that was considered worthy of his race. Bullshit. As far as he was concerned Bulma was the epitome of his failures in life. If it wasn’t for her he wouldn’t have to be back in this fucked up hillbilly bog water town. He could have been back in West City… but no. the silly cow just had to RUN OVER HIS FATHER!
Vegeta had to take 2 calming breaths as he noticed his fists where bending the metal of the rods that held up the tent. He cast his gaze back at Bulma as she laughed lusciously about this Yamcha guy. She had her hair pulled back in a pony tail; she often wore it like that. There was way too much makeup on her and she dressed like a little minx. She had a bell ringing kind of laughter and the way it pulled at her face was kind of endearing like she was faultless by default. She was always trying to talk to him… and admittedly trying to be nice, always offering him a drink, always looking for a reason to interact with him, bringing with her that cherry mouthed little pouty smile.
“Oi Ouji” A feminine voice called to Vegeta causing him to snap his head around and see Ellia.
She was standing there in her maid uniform holding a glass of water and a muffin. She extended both towards him and gestured with her head for him to take them when he didn’t straight away.
“Ta” he mumbled. It was a simple form of thanks and that was all she would get from him right now as his attention was summoned to Bulma gasping and smacking the table playfully at probably one of her grandmothers attempts of humor.
He had just sunk his teeth into the pumpkin butter muffin when Ellia decided to voice her thoughts. Not that he was concerned with what the little woman had to say. It wasn’t that she voiced her thoughts that bothered Vegeta; it was that she just swatted his shoulder in a scolding mother like way before they even left her mouth.
“That on’s trouble for all of us. You best remember your place Ouji” she reminded him like a mother would their child about not playing with fire. “She’s nosy, always sticking her nose in your crack trying to see how it all works. She plays the nice girl, but she’s still a human. Don’t be forgetting that ya hear” She finally finished before brushing her hands down her apron and then turning back to the home to do more house cleaning.
Vegeta snorted as she left. She didn’t really mean anything to him. What did a stupid little 16 year old kid know about anything? “I wouldn’t touch her to FLOG her she’s so god damn annoying” Vegeta snarled. It wasn’t only an insult to Bulma, but a warning to Ellia. If she hit him again he would be more than happy to return the favor. It wasn’t said, but the tone for the threat was there.
Ellia stopped and looked over her shoulder. Her high brushy pony tail for once in a large bun on her head to give her a neater look, more human like hair. “Pish posh” She snorted with a smile and then placed a hand on her hip as she looked towards Bulma once again. “She’s trouble… but… I think she means well, she a kind one. She gots a bleeding heart I say. But the road we path to hell was made with good intentions towards others. Watch ya’self Ouji” And with that she went on her way, the house wasn’t going to vacuum itself after all.
Vegeta rolled his eyes dramatically and hoisted his overalls higher up his narrow hips. He had flung the straps off in the heat and tied it around his waist leaving him with only his grubby white shirt that was cut off at the shoulders. He had pocketed a pack of cigarettes in his back pocket and planned on taking a break soon, but the words from Ellia stirred his blood too much.
Vegeta flung himself into getting that god damn tent up and in place before the day’s end. He had a feeling that that was how long it was going to take him by the time he had it up, placed out all those tacky white tables and chairs and then went and clipped the back’s French Lilacs that were blooming to add them to the flowers that would be used as center pieces tomorrow.
While he shoved another pole into the earth he frowned at the dirt angrily. When he had left this morning from the house his father had been passed out on the sofa. Vegeta knew that in the night his father had been sneaking alcohol. He didn’t know where it was coming from since his father couldn’t leave the house and neither he nor his brother brought any for him. When he found out whom the ass hole was he would throttle them and then break every joint in their hands.
At least thought it took his father’s mind away from the crippling pain that was always at his mind when it came to the breaks he had sustained, that and the gut wrenching guilt that Vegeta had had to return to Westville when everyone knew how hard Vegeta had worked to get out of this no hope town.
Vegeta sighed heavily as he tied off a rope and then walked over to the next one. Better that he was here doing this then his brother at least. He would have hated to have heard about the accident and then have learnt that his brother had to take the fall. No, he was the oldest; it was his job to take care of the family now. He had a responsibility to them that he couldn’t shake, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t resent them a little for being the reason he had to come back…. well… he didn’t hate them as much as he was hating on Bulma right now.
“Fucking humans”.

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By the time Vegeta had gotten all the work done for the day it was well past 8 in the noon. His father and brother would be waiting for him to get home, it wasn’t like the food cooked itself in that family with his father barely able to move and his brother well…. cookingly challenged. Vegeta dare not risk another of his brothers tender loving cooking experiences, the bill from the hospital was big enough already without food poisoning being added.
As he cleaned off his hands on a rag and walked around to the front of the house he was startled to a standstill as he saw none other than Miss Bulma Briefs bent ass over the engine of her car with one hand held high holding the bonnet up above her.
How could he not look? Her ass was pushed so high up in those stupidly painted on white jeans that it was going to cut her in half it was so far up her butt. She was humming and harring to herself as she seemed to be having car trouble.
This was so pathetic. This little woman trying to play it as the man fixing her car. Oh please someone throw the kid a bone she needed it and Vegeta couldn’t help his manly pride as he walked up quietly behind her.
She was running calculations systematically through her mind as she tweaked a nut bolt here with her wrench and tightened a spark plug there on occasion. She had grown bored of hanging with her grandmother who had retired to bed and Ellia had long since left for home. So she had wondered out into the front area and decided to give her car an over haul while he grandmother was sleeping. Her gran would have never approved her doing this.
The front porch light helped light up her working space and in the chill of the night she had pulled on a thick lavender woolen sweater to keep the cold off her bones. The odd insect would flutter or buzz in her way and she would puff it off to the side of paw at it with her hand. She didn’t want to kill it and get bug juice on her, despite the fact her hands were black with grease anyway.
“Car problem? give us a looks” Vegeta said in a moody tone as he stood to the right of her with his hands busy lighting a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
Bulma gasped as she smacked her head on the bonnet as she had risen up and dropped her hand at the same time. She whined loudly as she held the offending plate of metal up again and rubbed her head tenderly.
“For god’s sake you startled the hell out of me” She hissed through gritted teeth as she turned to eye him. Her roundly shaped face and small pouty mouth scrunched up in aggravation at being disturbed from her work. Now she was kind of understanding why Vegeta was always so bugged by her disturbing him all the time from his job.
“Do you want me to fix it or not. Do you plan on walking everywhere?” he grunted lowly as he sucked in some smoke and then blew it above her head before laying his dark gaze on her again.
Bulma watched him suspiciously for a moment. He hadn’t spoken or offered her help once since he came to work here. What was his angle? When she took a second glance at him she saw how he was postured, puffed out in a manly manor and how he slightly leaned over the car in a carefree manner. Oh she got it now. She was just a simple girl playing with boys toys.
“No its fine. There is nothing wrong with it. I was bored so I decided to give it a checking over. I think I can get it to run more soundlessly if I do a few adjustments here. And there was a fuel blockage so I cleaned that out too. No need. The woman can care for herself” Bulma said in a blasé kind of way before sticking her head back under the hood.
Vegeta held his cigarette in his hand for a second breathing non nicotine filled air for a moment while he comprehended what the woman was saying to him. “And how would you know what kind of mess you’re making to this car?” he asked as he took another puff.
Bulma, while her face was turned, pulled an ugly face of annoyance. He didn’t have faith in her ability. How could he not! She was Bulma Briefs. Everyone knew how amazing she was! But then again, he was just a hick from the bushes, how was he to know better really? “Well Ve’Ge’tah” she sounded out as if she was speaking to a 4 year old. “When you have a PH.D  in mechanical engineering and chemical engineering something like a simple car… well… its 5th grade stuff really” She said as she haphazardly adjusted wires that coiled about the cavity of her car.
When Bulma looked up she thought Vegeta had bitten through his cigarette. His jaw was clenched tight and his face looked like she had stung him with something. He just looked at her. His face unwavering in the least as if it had been set in stone.
“What, not used to a woman having any brains?” she remarked in a joking manor. She wanted desperately to lighten the mood. She suddenly felt trapped with him being close to her person. He was o hard and stiff…. that between him and the car it was like being between a rock and a hard place. Not really where she wanted to be.
“Well, no” he finally said in a darkly dripping tone after 30 seconds of silence that had eaten away at Bulmas sanity. “I guess some one simple like me will never know what it’s like to have a degree, not now anyway since I’m a gardener now” He said it all rather dryly towards the end, as if he was completely removed from the topic, but she could see it. Hurt. Hurt in his eyes as he looked down on her bent over form.
Bulma straightened up and pull the hood of her car down, resting her ass on the cool smooth metal. She cocked her head to one side and her pony tail swept on its own accord over her shoulder. “Where you studying?” she asked rather directly as she looked at him with those overly round sapphire blue eyes.
Vegeta sneered at her, raising his upper lip. “Its meaningless now” he muttered and took a long drag from his cigarette.
Bulma frowned deeply back at him. This guy was such a sour ass bastard. Never smiled, never flinched, it was like a lemon had sprung feet and hair as well an gruesomely moody personality. At first she was a bit pissed thinking that here he was, probably implying that she was the reason he wasn’t able to study when she realized….. she was the reason.
‘Oh dear…’ Bulma thought to herself as she nipped down on her bottom lip out of guilt and anxiety. She hated being the root of all evil for this poor man.
“Um Vegeta….. I’m really sorry. About everything. I wish things were different. I feel like such a loser” she said softly looking him dead in the eye. She was actually trying to be humble and sincere, she really hoped it got thru to him.
Vegeta just looked uncomfortable as he rolled his cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other. he caught her gaze and then pulled the cigarette from his mouth before stubbing it out on the ground with his shoe. He didn’t know what to say. he didn’t know how to react, and rather then admit it, he avoided it.
Bulma was left standing alone under the pale evening light and the hum of the night bugs as she watched him walk off down the road. He had just walked away. No good bye, no reason no nothing. Not even an expression to judge…. he just left