Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neapolitan Sky. ❯ 006 ( Chapter 6 )

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Neapolitan Sky.
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I did it after writing the 4th chapter. It’s the look I imagined Vegeta gave Bulma when she refused his helping hand.
Listening to Marina and the Diamonds- Radioactive on repeat :D. and Call me maybe – Carly Rae Jepsen :’’’D

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By the time of midday there was an elaborate affair happening in the garden of the Brassiere homestead. With the large white marquee set up in the middle lawn area and an abundance of tables holding the bowing weight of food of all sorts. Cakes and chocolates, puffs and pastries, salads, jellos, pot roasts even slabs of ice-cream set on sheets of ice to keep it cold. It really was extravagant, but then again what did someone expect from the Brassiere and Briefs family.
The once ugly steel poles of the marquee where draped in white cotton and sashed with lavender coloured bows that also adorned the tables that people milled about picking at the food and chattering idly. The tables where also topped with great creamy golden vases of French purple Lilacs and lilies that had been cut from the garden just the other day. That wasn’t the only thing that guests had to look forwards to; 2 large ice sculptures of horses stood on either side of the grand table that held the burden of the birthday cake. a 6 tier white vanilla frosted gold flaked dark chocolate master piece that was dusted in small eatable violets.
It had taken an army to prepare the garden that morning. Bulmas grandmother had enlisted the help of her entire female working staff, which was not limited to just Ellia the house keep but also the cotton pickers that were often scattered in the fields tilling all hours of the day. Once the preparations had been prepared and the guests had started to file in with well wishes and gifts to unload on a table, there was a fresh supply of workers brought with them as many families had volunteered their hired help to help manage the party.
Everyone was dressed to the nines, this was an event for young women to flaunt themselves at. Although it was in truth a celebration of one of the oldest residents of Westville, it was just as equally a soirée for the youth to attract others. That had been Mrs. Brassiere idea. Part birthday, part coming out party for her granddaughter. Even though Bulma was far too old to be having some kind of party of that kind, the girl hardly ever socialized with the opposite sex and her grandmother had taken it onto her own duty to expose the child to men.
There was a gathering of young men and women on the slate stone court area where a band had been set up to perform music as entertainment, and that was where Bulma was swaying with a girlish laughter as she spun in the arms of her dear father.
Her parents had arrived early this morning to help with the setting up of the party and Bulma could not have been more thrilled to see them again. She had been flittering about the gardens helping everyone make sure that everything was running smoothly and when she was finally able to settle down and enjoy the party she had instantly hunted down her parents and had spent a majority of the day in their company.
Right now she had taken her father’s offer up on a quick dance around with all the other coupling up people before the band that was taking on a swinging and fun tune. Bulma had never been a fan of big band music, she was honestly more of a rock and roll kind of girl, but for this day she was happy for the change in pace that stuck to this town like white on rice.
Bulma hadn’t been able to keep herself to her parents for long though. She was completely enthralled with the day and talking to her father about her idea for better fuel burning combustion engine when she had felt a hand cut in between her and her father and spin her off to dance with a young lad hoping to be her suitor. Her father had just shook his head with a smile and then wondered off to the buffet where his wife was twittering with an old school friend.
Bulmas father hadn’t missed the desperate look on Bulmas face as she had been whisked away by the blonde hair, brown eyed man dressed in a blazer and smart slacks, but he wasn’t going to save her, it would be good for her to interact with boys that were not working on telecommunications chips for once.
This blonde boy wasn’t the last to offer his hand in a dance to Bulma. After 3 hours of being twirled and grasped she had pried herself free with a flushed face and a giddy grin as she made her way over to a table adorning drinks of champagne being served by Mr.Tod from the local bar in town. When Bulmas grandmother had said everyone, she had meant it! Even Juu was here with her family, she hadn’t spoken to Bulma yet but Bulma could only be thankful for that right now.
As soon as she had found a place to relax at a table and sip her bubbling drink they had been upon her. Two young men suddenly interested in what Bulma was thinking of the party. They had pulled up chairs and started to kick up a conversation with her rather easily, and to Bulmas shock…. she was loving it. All this fawning and adoring really rubbed her rich blood the right way. This wasn’t something she was really that used to since she always came off so standoffish and normally men where frowning down on her for trying to compete with them in business, but here….. here she was a darling jewel being flaunted by her family. Everyone wanted to grasp its beauty.
Bulma had laughed and waved at people all day. She often had to race inside just to check her makeup and hair were still in place. Her hair radded up into a high beehive with a white satin headband over it, she had tied a yellow ascot around her neck to compliment her low cut white dress. It dipped down into her small cleavage with thick sunny yellow straps over her shoulders that crossed at her back. Actually most of her back was exposed down to the swell of her hips where the dress flared out at its skirt that was trimmed in thick yellow lace. Her smooth legs were topped off by bright scarlet pumps she had thrown in for a bit of colour clashing.
Her makeup was, in her opinion, perfect. She had wacked on some fake lashes and topped them off with lots of eye liner and her face was well powdered to give her that porcelain look with her brushed on rosy cheeks. She was like a china doll.
But with the heat of the day she found the fake lashes getting heavy and her face feeling tense from smiling, eating and drinking and then reapplying more foundation. It was taxing looking this amazing. That wasn’t the only thing that was tiring her out. At first being the center of attention had been a dreamy heaven…. now… when she wasn’t even allowed to go to the bathroom without some lost puppy boy trailing around after her only to wait outside the god damn door while she relived herself, it was getting to be a little too much for her to handle.
It wasn’t that the boys here were not handsome and nice, they were. It was that they were all such good boys, and at this point in Bulmas life…. good was boring! All of them nice young church going boys who would all make an honest woman out of her. They were sorely mistaken if any of them thought that they had a chance. She was having fun with them that was all. Maybe some caught her eye a little more than others, but so far…. she hadn’t been able to have enough one on one time with anyone to really say if she fancied them or not.
Bulma had needed a breather from all the fuss she was getting. When she tried to get away and be with her friends or family there was always someone her grandmother wanted to show her to or someone coming up to introduce themselves or someone else to her. Talking all the time, it never ended. Being pulled this way and that. Having to start faking her smile and laughter just because she was tired of it. It was a sign she needed to get away for a moment.
She had snuck off quickly while her mother was describing the perfect mixture she used to primp her hair into its perfect Marilyn curls. She had moved as fast as her red pump heels would allow her. Moving off into the deeper areas of the garden that only a few were venturing into, she figured she could lose herself for a little while and if it became desperate…. the lace flowers were in bloom and she would wade into them and hide away.
The sun was starting its decent from the sky slowly causing it to darken and the air to catch the coming nights chill. The blue cast over the garden didn’t hinder its beauty at all, and some of the flowers were still in full bloom despite the setting sun. Bulma smiled blissfully as she looked at all the plants perky and fresh that grew around her. She felt like she was walking thru Eden at that moment. The garden probably had always been beautiful, it was just that it had been a little scruffy and rough around the edges. With Vegeta here he had made short work of chopping and pruning all the dead leaves and branches back to reveal the fresh undergrowth. It was amazing what one could do in a few weeks really. It did help that he had been sent to buy many fully matured plants from the gardening center, but still….still amazing none the less.
Bulma had wondered into a grove of low hanging orange trees. None of them had come into bloom yet, so for now they were frosted with green zealous leaves, but the smell of orange still lingered in the air.
It was the soft creek of a branch that caught Bulmas attention. It was a windless night and the noise was out of place in the muffled sounds of the party continuing on without her. She cranked her neck to see up a tree about 6 meters away from her. Limbering about in its stretched out branches was Vegeta. He had a cable grasped in his teeth as he used both his arms to pull himself higher into the tree. He proceeded to hook the cable tightly between a fork in the wood so that the white tiny paper lanterns dangling from it could be draped throughout the trees.  
He was nimbly climbing back down towards a extended ladder that was rested up against the trunk of the orange tree. His tail was swaying rigidly, keeping him balanced as he got his first foot hold on the ladder. Once he was perched on top of the metal ladder he struck each foot to the outside and slid quickly down it before landing with a soft thud on the grassy ground.
In those few moments he surveyed his work with a scrutinizing eye and a rough rubbing of his chin before grunting iin acceptance and dragging the cable and ladder to the next tree. he would have scurried up the next tree if he hadn’t heard the slow clapping from behind him.
He didn’t even need to turn around to know who was there, but that didn’t stop him from glancing over his shoulder as he saw the cause of his disdain standing only a few meters behind him now with her arms crossed under her pathetic excuse of a bust.
“What?” he asked gruffly before starting to loop the cable and tiny lights over his right arm, preparing himself to climb the tree.
What could she possibly want now? Wasn’t she needed as the cake topper in that party? Vegeta just set his sights ahead at the tree, but didn’t climb it just yet as he listened to her at first walk towards him and then continue on past him. he let his eyes train n her as he walked on past him and then stopped on over at a white wooden garden bench set between two trees.
What could she possibly want? Surely she didn’t want to come and talk? Was that all she did? Talk? Vegeta rolled his mouth slightly before glaring at her with aggravation. She wasn’t saying anything… but her just being there felt loud and smothering. What was with this chick, just when he thought he was in the home stretch, al he had to do was lace the lighting here and then he could leave, she shows her pale face up.
He looked at her calm and collected features. She was covered in makeup and done up like a doll, something that was so typical of human women. They seemed to feel the need to mask what they truly were. You wouldn’t find a Saiyan woman doing that. They were natural almost all the time. Makeup was costly, and few could afford to be putting junk of their face when they rather be putting food on the table. However in the capital West City there were rising number of Saiyan women wearing makeup and more upscale clothing. Vegeta had a love hate relationship with it. He found the makeup stupid and useless, but the more leggy clothing and low cut tops he could get used to.
His mind was starting to drift to more sexual waters when he was roused from his thoughts by Bulmas voice.
“They were like flies” She sighed and stretched her hands out in front of her.
When Vegeta focused his sights on her with a slightly confused look about him she smiled and clarified.
“The men at this party. Swarming over me like I was their last meal. Grandmother was so pleased she could have kissed herself I guess” Bulma laughed, although the sound seemed kind of hollow coming from her. “I needed time to breathe” she admitted finally before turning her face towards Vegeta.
He just grunted, letting her know at least that he had heard and understood her before he started to work his way up the ladder.
She frowned as he seemed to pay little interest in her words as he continued with his job, then again Bulma didn’t blame him or more likely just accepted it. She was maybe starting to realize that Vegeta just wasn’t a talker like everyone else she knew and that was why they were kind of at odds with each other whenever she tried to initiate conversation with him.
He may not have been much for conversing, but she was, and be damned if he didn’t enjoy it! “I can’t wait to get out of this place. it’s so backwards you know. The way people treat each other here. It’s like a bloody cult I say. And the way they treat Saiyans just disgusts me!” she said sternly and leaned back in her resting position.
“I had forgotten how bad it was here. I had been in the city for so long that I had just kind of pushed it out of my mind. It’s really not fair that only the northern states and the capitals are on the right direction. I mean seriously… poor ChiChi, having to put up with using a bathroom outside. What is that poor woman going to do if it rains? its nonsense is what it is!” Bulma snorted in her irritation.
She might have well have been talking to herself as Vegeta was doing his best at trying to tune her out. He didn’t want to hear this self-righteous bullshit she was spewing. Talking about the ‘poor humble Saiyan people’ as if he was a human bloke with her. Didn’t she realize how stupid she sounded to him?  
“When I get back to the city, I can get back to work. I have great ideas for an audio recording device. I would use it to record and store data that was... well audible, those men won’t know what hit them” she said with a little bit of a grin and looked towards the sky. It was still a pale blue colour, but the light was fading quickly. it would be getting darker sooner rather than latter that was for sure.
“Why?” was the single gruff question that shook Bulma out of her daze. she looked on over at Vegeta as he was making his way back down the ladder after hanging the lights in that tree and then moving onto the next.
“Why what?” Bulma countered with a raised brow in his direction.
Vegeta rested the ladder against the new tree and then dropped the cable to the ground. As he laid his back against the ladder for support he braced his hands on his hips lightly. “Why do you want to be in that corporate bullshit with men? What are you trying to prove? I don’t get it” He said, clearing up the meaning to his previous question.
“Well….” Bulma paused for a second and then tapped her chin thoughtfully with her well manicured finger, a sharp contrast to Vegeta’s calloused and dirtied hands. “I like it. I like inventing new things. I’m good at it. its not work, it’s a joy…. like eating cake. I like to et the information on how things work and how I can make them better or how I could make something to make life better” she said, finding her answer just.
Vegeta sighed deeply and rolled his eyes under his thick brows “that wasn’t what I asked. I said what was it with you and proving yourself to guys?” he repeated, only mildly showing his content for her. god she was dense for someone who claimed to be brilliant.
“Oh!” Bulma said with a faint blush when she understood what he meant. “It shouldn’t matter that I’m a woman. I have every right to be as high as them… higher even if I have the power and ability. Why should what I am drag me down, why should I let them drag me down for being born a girl. My potential is not dictated by my gender” She finished with a sharp nod of her head.
While she had been explaining Vegeta had seen some of her passion leak through. All he had seen of her was this plastic spastic creature that was borderline insane slash unbearable. This was a not entirely undesirable side of her. He rather listen to her talk about this then who much she pitied his race, she just felt patronizing when she did that.
“ Hmmm… I agree” he answered smoothly and crossed his arms over his strong chest. He was wearing a tight fitting long sleeved white shirt and those same filthy baggy jeans that were strung tight around his hips by an old faded leather belt.
Bulma popped her head up and looked at him in surprise that he wasn’t mocking or grumbling about her like he normally did. This was a nice change, and she welcomed it whole heartedly. “You’re not much of a talker are you” she said, it wasn’t a question; it was clearly just her making a verbal statement.
“Only when I have something to say, or someone is saying something worth answering” he said with a tense look about his face as if the whole chat was taking an awkward stance for him. he fidgeted slightly, scuffing his boot on the grass.
Vegeta furrowed his brows and opened his mouth to say something when there was a distinct coughing noise made before he could say a word.
Both of the individuals looked up to the source of the sound to see none other than ChiChi standing before them both. She had her hands held behind her back as she regarded the both of them with a keen eye. she adorned a black and white uniform tonight, as to appear more classy, but all the maids had been required to do as such, and her thick coarse  black hair was pulled back tightly into a bun.
“Ma’am. My lady Juu wishes to see you, as does your grandmamma” ChiChi said rather slowly as she looked towards Vegeta as he started to return to his work.
Bulma moaned loudly and then swung herself up into a standing position. “Well I guess I better go see what the old bat wants, and grandmother I guess” Bulma snickered to herself mostly and walked on past Vegeta. “till next time” she chimed and as suddenly as she had appeared to him, she was gone, back in the throng of the party undoubtedly.
Before she left ChiChi eyed Vegeta, who looked back at her with an unreadable face. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. He knew just rightly that it was considered inappropriate for him to be alone with the young miss. He was lucky it was she who came to get them, and not Juu. that would have been an ugly sight the way Juu had been acting as of late.
ChiChi turned and left without sparing Vegeta a second thought after that. he was a big boy. he could take care of himself.

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When Bulma returned she noticed a visably nervous Juu standing with launch, Bulmas parents and her grandmother. Bulma hated to think what was coming her way, it could not have been good.
“AH! Bulma, there you are. Where have you been all day… and well eh night too I guess” Juu said in her normal forced excitement. It was hard for that woman to draw a smile when she was naturally programmed to frown, like a wish in roller-skates.
“I was taking a breather. This place has been so off the hook that I need five minutes to myself” Bulma said plainly and shrugged her shoulder as she came to stand to the side of her bubbly mother.
“Ah I see…. well it was more like 20mins, but never mind” Juu said with a wave offer her hand as she turned to her right to mention something to a short balled man.
At first Bulma was a bit worried. Juu had been keeping tabs on her? Yeah cause that wasn’t creepy in the least now was it. However those thoughts where relinquished when she took notice of the man Juu was talking to. It was Krillin, Juu’s husband.
Bulma hadn’t seen him in ages. He looked the same as always. He was dressed in a varying blue and brown striped cardigan over a white shirt and tie with smoothed out blue slacks. He was a polished little thing, but that was probably more due to his wife then any self preference. By his side was their daughter Marron. She was clinging to her father’s hand with her other hands thumb shoved firmly into her mouth while she watched with wide eyes the happenings of the party.
Within moments krillin left with their child and carried on to join some other husbands and men of the party near where they were serving alcohol. He allowed Marron to swing from his arm like a little squirrel, her giggles just hearable over the din of the party. He was a good man, and a great father. It was a pity there were not more like him, and that he often worked away as a sales rep.
“Now… where was I? Oh yes” Juu said affirmatively and gestured to a gentleman standing next to Bulmas father that Bulma hadn’t actually noticed until Juu’s hand guided her sight.
He was short in stature, with a pressed suit of white on, purple accents decorating it justly. He was lean and smooth looking, possibly even more so then Bulma was herself. His smooth hairless head and almost flat face repelled Bulma as the man turned to get a good eye full of her. He had thin lips that were purplish blue in colour, and strangely narrow purple-pink like eyes that locked onto her like a raptor bird.
“Bulma, this is Command Sergeant Major Frieza” Bulmas father explained with a hearty grin on his face as he stepped aside so that the two could meet more properly.
Bulma smiled and offered her hand for a shake, to which Frieza just chuckled before giving a curt bow to her. “ A pleasure Miss Bulma” he said with a overly sticky sweet tone. This man gave Bulma the chills, and not in a good way. He was actual rather scary, but she couldn’t help but feel an air of respect for him as she stood before he. Even though he was short for a man, he seemed 12 feet tall the way he carried himself as he walked forwards and took Bulma by her hand. “One normally returns the gesture” He said with a sour snicker at Bulma.
Bulma was falling over herself in her nervous state “ah yeah, like wise” she mumbled into her breath as Frieza pressed his cold thin lips to the soft delicate skin of her hand.
“Hmmm. Yes, your father tells me you are one to watch in the future, some what a bell of the ball and the scientific realm. I must admit, I find it rather amusing that you are working on such things as tank engines, but you know… there are firsts for everything. trying never hurt anyone I guess” he said in a rather droned tone as he rolled a glass of port in his free hand that his company, a tall man with hippy like hair had fetched for him.
“yes well… I’m having some major breakthroughs with a spacesuit suitable fiber that will help regulate tempter when we manage people further into the universe” Bulma said proudly. She had many ideas on how just to better human AND Saiyan life in little ways, but she could feel that it was worthless twitter to this man.
“Lovely…. I’m sure” Frieza mentioned smugly as he offered up an empty glass to one of the maids walking by. As the maid went to take the glass from him and slightly dropped it into her hands. Bulma could see the look of pure disgust on Frieza’s face when he did it. he had dropped it slightly to avoid making physical contact with the Saiyan woman, luckily, the woman had caught the glass and continued on her way.
“ Mr. Frieza. It truly is a honor that you would attend our gathering today. I know I speak on behalf of everyone that we were very shocked when you turned out to the party” Bulmas grandmother said with adoring eyes as she sipped her own champagne flute.
“Well what choice did one have when the entirety of the town had gathered at this wonderful establishment” Frieza cooed at Bulmas gran.
Bulma could have gagged. This guy was clearly only in his late 30’s and he was being suave with a woman who had just turned 70.
“If I can just ask Frieza, what are you doing in Westville?” Bulma asked as she refused an offered drink from a maid, and kept her attention on Frieza.
“Ah... yes. Westville is not of my roots. I’m on recruiting rounds, summoning up young men for the arms” He said in a drawl like voice and a flick of the wrist.
“For war?” Bulma said a little disappointedly and crossed her arms as he looked to her slightly uncomfortable mother and father who stood beside her.
“Hahahah, no Bulma for dancing! Of cause for war” Juu mentioned as she covered her mouth in a fit of giggles.
Bulma frowned at her, she want the only one.
“Shush” Frieza mentioned to Juu, silencing her instantly and earning him a stunned look on her face as she regained her composure.
“Yes, for war” Frieza said blandly and then mentioned to his companion to fetch him more port.
“I can not thing of an uglier thing then war, when we have more to worry about in our own country” Bulma said as she smoothed her hands down the front line of her dress. Talking to Frieza was awkward and slightly angering. he clearly looked down on her, she could tell by the way he spoke and looked at her along his nose with a coy turn of his mouth.
“War had its own beauty to those who understand it. I would not expect a womanly flower like you to understand it truly. But alas, you are right, there are some ‘ugly’ things happening in this part of the world we should be adhering to as well” Frieza sneered slightly as he watched ChiChi bring to Juu a drink to receive.
Bulma didn’t say anything. There was a warning look from her grandmother to keep her mouth to herself this time. Bulma was readily happy to oblige her grandmother this time. This was not a safe man. he didn’t respect her really. He was powerful and maybe slightly insane the way he relished that port like an old lover as he spoke to Bulmas father about the perfect texture it carried. No…. she didn’t like this chap in the least.
Bulmas grandmother pulled up along side of her and mumbled in Bulmas ear “this is a real man my dear. You know… 24 is not so young any more, not for marriage and children my dear”.
Bulma blushed deeply before snorting like a common mule, receiving unappreciated looks from the group. she looked back at her gran “I think I will survive” Bulma muttered coldly before returning her attention back to Frieza who was beckoning Bulma to do him the favor of a dance while the night was still in its youth. What could Bulma do… she couldn’t refuse him, and so she had allowed him to lead her by her hand to the dance floor where the music had taken a more slow swell.
The entirety of the dance was painful for Bulma. Frieza’s hands often dropped to low and he held her way too firmly. He was pushy, bossy and whenever Bulma tried to strike up conversation he would talk over her or chortle at her ideas and thoughts like she was a child to be messed with on such matters. In the end Bulma had given up and as soon as Frieza had released her to go and adhere to some matters with the company he had brought with him Bulma had fled to the safety of the house.
A cold sweat had formed down her back and she was eager to get to a place where she could wipe it off with paper toweling. When she arrived at the bathroom she saw that it was not only her back, but her face that was dotted with sweat. Dare she admit it, but she had been terrified of Frieza. There was something dark and sinister about him that oozed and bubbled to the top whenever he smiled or looked her in the eye. it was like a fog trying to pull her under.
Bulma washed down her face, making sure to avoid her eyes, she didn’t want to have to redo then, but she could very easily red do her foundation. She lightly dusted herself before leaving the bathroom to find a nice peaceful place to be.
She felt the need to seek out Vegeta or Ellia. they were the only sane people she could farthom to her mind at the time, but when she returned to the back side of the garden Ellia was being run off her feet by Bulmas tired grandmother and when Bulma returned to the grove of trees there was no Vegeta, instead there were people loitering about enjoying the angelic delight that was the orange tree strung up in glowing lights.
‘He did a beautiful job… with everything’ Bulma smiled to herself before leaving and returning to the house.
She slipped on through, narrowly avoiding her grandmother as Ellia escorted her up the stairs to her room. Bulma pulled out the front door and softly closed it behind her. There didn’t seem to be any one gathered at the front, only cars that lingered about. Bulma hugged herself as he started to wander with no direction down the dirt path that led out of the property. There was no way she would reach the gate front, but maybe the humble walk would sooth her nerves. She was walking along the shadows of some large bush like plants when she overheard two voices talking just a way up ahead.  
Bulma scrunched her mouth to one side as she came up around a corner and saw Vegeta, standing with none other than Goku. they were both leaning on a worn down old utility truck with Vegeta leaning on his lower back and smoking while Goku lent forwards on his forearms. They seemed to be having a deep discussion, and against her better judgment…. Bulma decided not to let them know she was there since they hadn’t seemed to notice her yet.
Vegeta s dark frown was set solidly forwards, not far off from where Bulma was standing rigidly behind the bushes. He raised his hand to his mouth while he took a long drag of his cigarette before pulling it away and breathing the smoke out in a thick cloud that floated up into the night air.
The darkness had long since fallen now, but the lights he felt that he had strung on just about every bloody tree in the near vicinity helped bring light, as well as the full waxing moon.
“No better huh?” Goku asked as he looked up from his leant over position on the car. He earned himself a grunt from Vegeta as the other man tossed his cigarette to the ground and then snuffed it out with the toe of his shoe.
“I don’t know where he gets it from. Drowns himself almost daily like a fucking middle aged human. You’d think it was the end of the world. Sitting in that chair all day, not doing nut’in” Vegeta grumbled as he gazed up at the moon longingly.
Goku sighed long and deep as he arched his neck and looked up at the sparkling sky as well. It was a cloudless night and the stars where putting on a rather good show. “It will get better when he’s not on pain meds. I can just imagine what you would be like if you were left crippled, even if t’was only for a lil’while” Goku said, trying to reassure his long time friend, Vegeta would have used that ‘friend’ title a little more loosely then what Goku pictured it.
“Heh. Yeah well it don’t help nut’in having him holla and fuss all the time. He thinkin that I aint doin nut’in all day, an when I get on home he gotta kick up a fuckin fuss bout fuck all” The dark tone in Vegeta’s voice warned Goku of the direction of Vegeta’s mood…. it was going no where good.
“Well broke bones don’t last forever… do they?” Goku asked a little shyly, worried that the answer, god forbid, might be yes.
“No you bloody idiot, but might as well… he mind fucked anyway by the time they do the way he putting away the bottle” Vegeta mumbled in a cursed tone before fiddling with a lighter to strike up another cigarette. “This whole bullshit deal fuckin me the right wrong way anyway” Vegeta finally spat before looking down on Goku with a deep scowl.
“Well you know Vegeta, sun comes on out tomorr-“
“I swear to fucking hell I will break you god damned face if you continue that” Vegeta growled out, clenching his teeth down exposing slightly elongated canines, something all Saiyans shared in common.
Goku gulped down and then looked at his hands there were cuffed together before him. His brown button down shirt was creased from not being ironed lately; ChiChi had other things to worry about. His black pants clearly and inch too short for him, showing they couldn’t go shopping for new ones… and hadn’t in a rather long time.
Vegeta had rolled up his long sleeved white shirt to tuck his cigarette box up under it over the top of his arm, it was an easy location to store them.
“I think Gohan might be getting better… a lil” Goku said after about a minute of silence. Vegeta just nodded his head as he turned to face the taller youth.
Goku’s face had turned long and tired as he mentioned his son. the normally disgustingly happy man was taking the whole thing hard. He not only had to keep his own spirits up, but that of his own family. everyone had their limit, Goku was reaching his. But the way that he mentioned his sons name so tenderly and the slight upturn of his mouth reassured Vegeta that he would be ok for a little while longer at least.
In a rare act of friendship Vegeta rolled his shouldered and cuffed Goku lightly on the shoulder before offering him a smoke.
Goku was normally abstained from smoking and alcohol, but just in this moment he needed the distraction. he took the cigarette happily with a sad smile and allowed Vegeta to light it up before Goku took a long inhale from it.
“Things would be workin better if Chi could be with him. it rips her dead apart when she not with him. Her ol’man with him right now since she be working and such. When she come on round the corner I’ll take her on home. He just a babe… needs his mum ya know” Goku finished as he stretched into a standing position and then turned to rest his lower back on the car much like Vegeta was now.
Vegeta didn’t say anything… he didn’t want to talk about parents and family anymore.
Goku looked down at Vegeta’s own tired face and then to the property around them. This family sure did have alotta green to roll in. Goku could do with some of that right now, they all could. “Place looking nice. Though… I don’t think I been ear before anyway” Goku mused as his sight stretched about the area. They were a little distance from the gardens, but Vegeta had set to work on the large bushes and trees that lined the long dirt drive. While he had been waiting Goku had wondered down to the gardens actually. It had been there that he had bumped into Vegeta coming towards the front to hang more lights. He had helped him finish up, driving the old truck down the road with him so they could finish sooner. Now they were just resting, waiting for ChiChi.
“Of cause it looks good. I have been busting my balls for weeks on this dead end place. You’d think dat they’d show a little respect about it” Vegeta snorted. “Fucking dead wood everywhere, the old man was practically useless I swear” Vegeta snorted as he smoked heavily.
“Still… it’s pretty” Goku smiled up at the sky, finding an old memory of his youth to amuse himself with.
Vegeta shrugged his shoulders before sighing sullenly as he took an eyeful of the home front just up ahead of them with all the cars scattered out on his hard worked for lawn. “The dough they splashed out on this place fucking sickens me. They spent more money on new fucking greens and sticks then what the pay me to fuckin’ work it” Vegeta said in a sod like attitude before lightly thumping his fist against the car.
“hey hey hey… watch the attitude… I like my truck” Goku said as he soothed his hand over the cracked paint in a loving manner.
“Our truck, I only sold you half the rights to pay for those fucking bills” Vegeta mumbled, again sounding rather bitter about the situation.
“Lighten up Vegeta. You get to work around Miss Bulma all day, she’s a nice nuf chick” Goku teased and prodded Vegeta in the arm.
It was the wrong move. Vegeta quickly sucker punched Goku brutally in the shoulder and then growled at him.
“She’s a nosey fucking hoity bitch that stalks my every waking moment. It’s like trying to run away from my tail!” Vegeta snapped violently.
Goku whined as she rubbed his shoulder, trying to iron out the aching sensation. “Ouuuwe…. ok ok… gezze” he mumbled, his own mood souring now.
“HOITY!” Bulma gasped loudly as she pulled into view from behind the bush and looked accusingly at the two men before her. Hands on her hips, one leg snapped out to the side and a particularly angry scowl on her face as her mouth hung open.
If Vegeta was shocked by her appearance he didn’t show it. Goku on the other hand had turned from a coppery tan to a shocking red in a matter of seconds. “B-Bulma ma’am I-eh-we-bu-yea see- um” he just fell over his words as he tried to get a handle on the situation.
Bulma tapped her foot in her furry, none of it directed at Goku, she had locked figurative horns with Vegeta now and the two engaged in a stared down, each not willing to submit before the other.
“You have a bad habit of popping up and sneaking around. Facts be straight” Vegeta said in his most icy tone he could muster, his brown lowering casting an eerie shadow across his eyes.
“Ma’am I be so sorry. I’m just here to fetch my wife ChiChi” Goku said with his gaze cast down at the ground, he was sincerely very sorry and it showed.
Bulma puffed out her chest and crossed her arms as he stared Vegeta down “You really have a problem you know that. You should respect my place and know yours in this matter! That is if you want to keep this ‘dead end job’” Bulma scolded at Vegeta as she tried to match the intensity of his glare, she was failing miserably.
Vegeta bared his teeth ad was about to lash out at the human woman when ChiChi waltzed up from the house.
“What’s going on?” she asked firmly as she locked onto her husband and their next door neighbor. whenever those two where together there was trouble assured and seeing he fit Bulma was having trouble was most certainly happening.
“Ah’hh well Vegeta was saying that-“
“Shut it Kakarotto” Vegeta snapped ruthlessly as he finally broke his gaze with Bulma to silence Goku.
ChiChi pressed her lips firmly as he looked between the trio. “Goku we need to go home now. My father will be waiting, as will Gohan” ChiChi said in a rather unadorned manner before walking past them all. She was tired and really couldn’t give three flying fucks what was happening right now. If Vegeta wanted to risk his job, well then that was his problem. She had been working like a dog all day and was well and truly ready to be in her own home with her baby.
Bulma watched as Goku opened the truck side door to let his wife in and then turned to Vegeta “are ya coming” he asked meekly as he rubbed the back of his head nervously.
“I’ll walk” Vegeta mumbled as he pushed himself off of the hood of the truck.
“Yeah but it’s a really long-“
“ I WILL walk Kakarotto” Vegeta snapped as he turned on his friend with gritted teeth.
“Well… ok then” Goku muttered as he skipped around to the front and scrambled into the truck. he hurriedly dropped the window down and bid Bulma a fair good night before he pulled the truck into reverse and drove away, leaving a rumble and a trail of dust behind him.
Vegeta and Bulma found themselves alone and in the silence of the night. The only thing breaking the quiet was the soft sound of the party continuing on without them.         
Bulma had never felt angrier… yet at the same time embarrassed in her life. She stood there rubbing her arms looking around. She was a little lost. Should she continue to put Vegeta in his place… or should she just leave?
“Go back to your party. It’s not proper for you to be out here” Vegeta grunted as he went to walk away ‘with me any how’ he finished in his mind.
“Ah well… theer isn’t really much waiting for me back there… nothing I want to be with anyhow” Bulma chuckled as she thought about Juu and Frieza.
“What you rather be out here with a Saiyan?” Vegeta countered quickly in a snappy tone before turning his back to start his long. long walk home.
“Well…..yeah”
Vegeta paused and looked over his shoulder with raised brows. He hadn’t been expecting that.
When Bulma saw his questioning look she allowed herself a small smile and continued to rub her arms a little uncomfortably. “Sometime all that shines isn’t that bright you know” she laughed a little as she thought about the boorish chatter she had been subjected to.
Vegeta just grunted, in his mind he was agreeing to her, but he wasn’t going to voice that.
“That party…ha, fun as it is… oh man, so much drama, and some real creepers in there. They never give me a moments rest” she said with a faint smile as she looked up at him with her big baby blues. She frowned a little when she saw the bored expression on his face. He wasn’t interested… not in the least, to him, that party represented her to a T.
Bulma huffed and patted the back of her hair, she wondered to the side of the drive and flushed her skirt under her ass before she unceremoniously dropped onto the grassy ground clearing between a bush and a tree, drawing her knees up and resting her face in her hands. “the sky is beautiful….i have never seen the moon so big before. in the city… there is too much light to see it all clearly… but here… you see things much better” she said, more to herself than anything else.
Vegeta didn’t really know what she wanted from him, she was so…. strange. This human was so conflicting. Never continuing a stable chain of thought or action… it was like she was flipping sides all the time. For a moment he lost himself and looked up at the sky too. He didn’t say anything, but decided to grace her with his company for a moment. She was right, the sight was amazing. He folded his arms low across his stomach as he gazed up. Seemed like a whole other life out there, he wouldn’t have minded seeing it.
“Hmmm…. I see Canis Major…and Reticulum” she pointed out with her hand, guiding Vegeta’s gaze to the constellations.
“There is Sagittarius and Corvus as well” he mentioned in a low utter as his head tilted back to look further around.
Bulmas face suddenly perked up as she turned her attention from stars to Vegeta “you know stars?” She asked with clear interest in her voice.
“I like stars” Vegeta replied minimally.
Bulma motioned for Vegeta to join her on the grass by patting the spot next to her.
He looked awkwardly at her for a moment. Sizing up the option… as well as the risk.
“I don’t bite” Bulma sighed long and hard as she rolled her eyes.
“it’s not you I’m worried about” Vegeta mumbled as he finally took her offer and flopped down next to her, yet some distance away. He didn’t want to be too close.
“Look, there is Grus and that one is Ara” Bulma smiled as she rested her chin on her knees. This was actually kind of nice. “You know… you  and Goku talk differently to each other then what you do with me” she suddenly said, never taking her eye of the sky.
Vegeta turned his head from his cross-legged position beside her “we know each other” he responded dead pan before looking back up at the sky.
“You know me” Bulma replied quickly.
“You don’t know me” Vegeta said stiffly, feeling like he needed to get out of there soon, she was treading in strange waters.
“Hmmm… I guess you’re right. Why don’t you tell me? All I know about you is that I... well ran your dad down with my car, you work in my garden and you have a personality to rival a bear with a gunshot wound” she smirked as she eyed him out of the corner of her sight.
Vegeta made a strangled noise in the back of his throat at her request. It meant no.
“Come on, you know a lot about me I bet” she said and shoved him in the arm with her open palm.
Vegeta stared down at here she had touched him and then glared at her for touching him as if she poked him with a fire prong.
“There is nothing to share” he finally said before looking back at the sky, searching for more stars.
“I think…. that you were studying in the city. I know they have Saiyan collages there now, I think you  resent me… because you had to come back here” Bulma said in a shallow voice and then she too looked at the sky, not wanting to make eye contact just right now.
Vegeta didn’t give her any anyway, he continued to stare upwards. “You think right” He said with a deep tenor that was natural for his voice.
“What did you study?”
“Astrophysics”
“What really?!” Bulma was unable to hide her surprise and turned her whole torso in his direction.
“WHAT? Just because I’m Saiyan doesn’t mean I can’t get further then some ones fucking slave?” Vegeta snapped, feeling threatened.
“No.. no no no, that’s not it haha… I’m surprised when ANYONE from this place makes it past house wife” Bulma laughed, she tried to not show him how frightened she had been at his loud outburst by grasping her knee’s tightly.
Vegeta visibly settle more and then slouched over, resting his elbows on his knee. “Yeah well…. whatever. I would have joined the military, but my mother was strongly against me ever doing that…and they don’t sign my kind up here in the south. I like space, so when I was able to apply to collage, I went for astrophysics,  and anything was better than staying here. The city is really the only place I can be at home anymore” Vegeta mentioned and for one small moment he looked calm and relaxed staring at the sky.
“ I know what you mean. Here I’m just a little woman who dresses like a tart, don’t deny it, everyone thinks it…. in the city, I’m more than a chick, I’m actually a brain that should be respected for more than my tits” Bulma laughed deeply, earning a small smirk from Vegeta.
He had a beautiful profile Bulma decided; his face was very angular and sharp, symmetric. She liked that. Bulma blushed a little and then turned her attention to her hands that were balled in the fabric of her dress. This was the first decent conversation she had had in 4 months since returning to Westville… and it was with the reclusive Saiyan gardener…. who would have thought.
“City living for damn sure” Vegeta sighed looking a little forlorn. He took a glance at Bulma, she was looking back at him. “What?” he asked dipping his brow at her. why was she always looking at him it was starting to freak him the fuck out.
“Hmm nothing” she smile peacefully, she was feeling rather comfortable and content and she didn’t want to rock the boat.
Vegeta rolled his eyes back into his skull before heaving himself off of the ground and dusting himself off quickly. “It’s late. I have to go home. You should go back to that mess in the garden, they are going to wonder where to trampled off to, if they come looking, and find us” Vegeta didn’t need to finish what he was saying, he knew Bulma knew what he meant .
Bulma looked up innocently at him with a doey eyed expression “oh yeah… the party, you’re right” She mentioned and then fumbled with the hem of her dress.
If she had been expecting Vegeta to help her stand she had been sorely mistaken, he didn’t even wait for her to stand before he started to walk away with his hands in his pockets.
As she pulled herself up she couldn’t help but hmph at his actions, here she thought they were finally starting to get along and then he just walked off. He seemed to do that a lot she feared.
“Good night woman” he called with a wave over his shoulder, but still not bothering to turn and face her.
Bulma couldn’t help the smile on her face as she headed back to the party, it would be dwindling down soon and she could go have a shower, something she felt she was in desperate need of right now.