Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neapolitan Sky. ❯ 007 ( Chapter 7 )

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Neapolitan Sky.
Disclaimer: I hold no rights to the concept, or characters of this story and it is strictly non-profit casual enjoyment only.
Sorry if it seems like I take a long time to update, I actually write everyday on my way to work and back, but only on my way to work and back since it is a half hour bus ride each way. Kinda busy life to keep up with here.
I have to admit, it’s hard to portray Vegeta in this time line, since I have to stick to the restrictions of how different people and classes where treated back then and what they could and couldn’t do, but at the same time try and keep him as Vegeta like as possible. I think once I get to portray him in Saiyan society his Vegeta like self will pop better, but while around humans I have to tone him back.

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A monster. He had created a monster. A beast so frightening that it stalked his every movement, appeared at the drop of a hat and kept him on high alert at all times. And what did he call this monstrosity that kept him from having a moment of peace? He called it the Woman.
Bulma had become a curse!
It had all started the very next day when he had arrived bright and early to start cleaning up the mess those blasted humans had created with their show pony party. He had been walking about picking up plastic plates and rubbish off the ground just before he planned to pack away the table for the renting company to pick them up… when she struck.
It had been a high pitch sing song voice, conveying a belting hearty good morning to him from her bedroom window. A manic waving, a ditzy grin and then nothing…. clam before the storm…
He had been left standing there puzzled before he grunted to himself and set the large black plastic waste bags to the side of the house. Now onto the tables and chairs, the rent company would be here soon to take them back… oh and the marquee… he’d better take that down quickly too.
At first all was right in his world as he stacked the tabled on one and other, but then… like a flash storm, she had struck.
She had bounced out the back door in what Vegeta could only describe as a belt! That skirt was too short to be anything else! It had grazed barely half way down her thighs and billowed out in a micro pleat of baby pink. She wore a white polo shirt that was at least one size too small for her that she had tucked into the skirt and then a flamboyant light pink leather jacket. Her hair pulled back into that girly pony tail, the ‘tail’ bouncing as much as she did in its single spiral ringlet. Her messy bangs had fallen all over her face, that… by the way was done up like she was about to go meet the queen of England.
Vegeta admitted… he took a double look at her, but then snorted and went back to stacking the tables.
If the shock factor of her coming out the house with practically nothing covering her ass was the thunder, what came next was the lightening and rain storm. She started to talk…. not talk like she had been for the past weeks, this was not her meek little questioning sort of soft probing. NO! No this was gale force winds as she started to talk about the possibilities of bio mechanical engineering as well as subdivision of molecular partials and atoms.
She kept asking his opinion and when he didn’t answer here… which was always, she gave him an answer for him… like she was having a full on conversation with herself, he was just there to play witness.
While he had taken down the tent she had prattled on about the unsound structure of the item, prodding it here and there mentioning how she would improve such a thing. This had been the first time that Vegeta had mentioned a single word to her that morning and it was that her method of reinforcement would ruin the tents means of practicality.
He should have stayed quiet; he had just thrown gasoline onto a fire that was already burning out of control.
Her face had light up like a firework as she started to spring at him calculation of varying sorts.
It wasn’t that he didn’t understand her, he actually did, not some of the methods she was mentioning, but the gist of it anyway. But honestly, he didn’t WANT to talk with her. He could sense the trouble rolling off of her in waves. Ellia was right to warn him that day…..Bulma was a disaster just waiting.
Vegeta had just about had enough, he was on the verge of telling her to fuck off when he had been saved by her grandmother hollering for her to come to lunch.
Bulma had said a sweet fair well and then bounded off to go eat. Vegeta thought he was safe, but that came crashing down upon him when she had called out to him that she would be back in a moment.
‘Nooooooooo’ Had been the thought to grace his mind as he watched her leave with a horrified and mystified look splashed all over his face.
What had started out as her bothering him one day…. turned into two days, then three… going onto four….and more…..and MORE.
Every day she would greet him, some days she spent the whole day flittering about in the garden and others only a few hours. Vegeta preferred the few hours days.
In some way it was kiiiiind of nice. She treated him rather to her equal, she never assumed that he wouldn’t understand anything she said to him no matter what the topic, but on the same coin… she made him nervous, and that made him angry. She was a human woman… and she was spending A LOT of time around him. ‘Things’ happened to Saiyan men who sent too much time with human women, not good things either. Vegeta felt he had more to live for then a lynching!
Why wouldn’t she just go away?
Some days he did snap. He would turn on her with bared teeth and his eyes narrowed down to slits and spit venomous words at her. It was risky, he could lose his job over such acts, but he had his limits, and they had been met with the force of a train wreck.   
When he had these small fractures in his tolerance of her, she would retreat rather quietly at first, but after about the 5th time he stood up straight from digging weeds to tell her quite bluntly to “FUCK OFF!” she had kind of developed a tolerance for it.
She had snorted in an unlady like manner in his face and waved her hand in a dismissive manner, calling him a anti-social prick before continuing on about a man called Rodger De’feur who was trying to claim that he was superior to her and that he should be promoted to vice president of her father’s company. How could any simple MAN be better than Bulma? This Rodger fellow, he had a snow ball’s chance in hell of getting a head of Bulma. Not only was she the founder and Presidents DAUGHTER…. but she just kicked his ass in about ever known curriculum known to human kind.
Vegeta had developed a slight eye twitch that day…. she wasn’t human; he was convinced she was some new species all together.
Today was just like every other one that he had to endure. Bulma had set out a towel in the middle of the lawn area and was sunning her milky hide while Vegeta was cutting the grass around her.
He had started in the middle and so that was where Bulma had planted herself since now she would not be mown down by him… Vegeta was still tempted.
He didn’t know why she bothered tanning…. she didn’t tan. She crackled and burnt like a strip of bacon. He was sure the way she painted herself up in oil that if he came close to her he would hear her sizzle, she would probably smell like bacon too.
But she was defiant to her lily white skin and was trying her best to tan up. She would be a little lobster by midday’s turn and Vegeta was not looking forward to her bitching and whining about her genetic makeup challenging her so.
He didn’t get this… tanning thing. The humans pegged the Saiyans for being tan, yet they wanted to be tan themselves? What further confounded Vegeta was that, unlike Saiyans, humans came in different colours, all variations from darkest brown to snowy white, and in those mixtures there was social class that was similar to what was designated to the Saiyans. It seemed that the lighter your skin, the higher standing in the world you had with them. Although Saiyans where not as dark as the darkest humans, since they were Saiyans they didn’t count and were regarded at the bottom.
So it was confusing… that Bulma…. one of the WHITEST human Vegeta had ever seen…. would want to darken her skin, when she was considered top of their food chain. Humans…pfft… their claim to the top was pathetic. But they clawed their way there simply because they ‘evolved’ faster and had residing superior technology and greater population then that of the Saiyans.
Bulma rolled over in her white shorts and vivid yellow shirt. She had lifted it up her mid-drift to allow for maximum exposure.
Vegeta had taken only one glance to his credit. He knew it was not allowed to look, so he had kept his eyes on his work ever since, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted, and that annoyed him.
“Why do you have to be all naked here?” He spat more then asked, as if it was more a passing thought then a question.
Bulma prodded herself up on her elbows and raised her ruby red glasses down the bridge of her nose as he frown deeply at Vegeta. ‘God what is his problem now?’ Bulma thought to herself as she waited for some kind of further explanation for his little fit that he seemed to be having today, but Bulma had learnt over the past weeks that these were common for him.
Vegeta also seemed to be waiting as he leant his arm on the lawn mower, glaring heavily at her. Oh she rubbed him the wrong way if anyone ever did! She was peskier then even Kakarotto and his whiny raging harpy of a wife and their crying child.
There was a stale mate happening as Bulma refused to answer him and Vegeta refused to budge an inch until she answered him.
“That’s it” Vegeta muttered as he restarted the lawn mower and it roared to life.
Bulma couldn’t help the smug little grin that light up her face as he pulled her glasses back up her nose. She had one this battle….but apparently not the war!
Bulma was forced to scramble to her feet in a frantic manner as Vegeta drove the lawn mower straight towards her. He didn’t stop; he just plowed straight over her towel, not giving her any time at all to grab it.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Bulma screamed in hysteria and violently shoved him in the back as he passed her.
Vegeta chuckled darkly as he looked over his shoulder at her “I saw a scrawny weed in the middle of the lawn, thought I better deal with it before it too over the whole place”.
Bulma balled up her fist and punched him as hard as she should in his shoulder, and then started to grasp her poor throbbing hand as she realized she had practically punched a wall.
“Owe ow ow!” Bulma whined in pain and held her hand close to her chest with watering eyes as she snapped her head and looked at Vegeta accusingly.
“What? You punched me” Vegeta smirked, again leaning on the lawn mower in a self assured way, his cheeky smirk an ever taunting symbol.
“It’s your fault! You’re too hard and big!” Bulma snapped and stretched her arms out for emphasis as she described how she viewed him.
Vegetas smirk twitched, threatening to morph into a menacing grin ‘Hahahaah… that’s what all the chicks say’ he thought to himself, although he wouldn’t voice that opinion right now.
He was getting too comfortable with Bulma and he knew it. His tail was slung low and flicking from side to side in a playful manner.
Bulma crossed her arms and tried her very best to copy his signature sneer. It feel flat as her eyes squinted up and with small mouth and puffy cheeks it made her look more like a chipmunk and it forced Vegeta to let a ghost of laughter escape his mouth.
Bulma was suddenly sprung from her rage when she noticed Vegeta’s tail down. It was normally tightly belted around his waist, well out of harm’s way. This was the first time she had ever seen it relaxed. “Vegeta…. I was wondering… you, you have a tail. I can count on one hand how many Saiyans I have seen with their tails. I know you guys are born with them… and you cut them off normally… so… why do you have yours?” Bulma asked as she leant down to tug her towel and try and free it from the mower.
Vegeta suddenly went icy and ridged cold as he looked down at her ass up head down position by his legs. His tail had snapped back around his waist faster then what Bulma was able to blink and now she wasn’t sure if she had seen it down anyway.
“It’s disgusting and dishonoring to be a Saiyan with no tail. It is not us who decided they needed to go. It’s you who did this to us” Vegeta said seriously, his face void of expression but it was soaking in his tone that he was agitated now.
“I didn’t do anything” Bulma protested actively still tugging her towel in vain, her tight small ass bobbing up and down as she did so. “Plus, I think Saiyans should keep their tails it would be like a human cutting off their thumbs I guess. It’s an active limb” he said firmly and gave up her battle with the lawn mower.
“FINE keep the towel, fucking stupid thing” Bulma snorted and folded her arms under her breasts pushing them up tightly against her shirt.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and then in one swoop he reached down and snatched the towel clear of the blades and then shoved the mangled fabric into her arms. “Woman, try and keep out of the way, you are a distraction” Vegeta grunted as he went to go back to work.
Bulma sashayed up next to him, rubbing her shoulder into his and wearing a sly pert smile on her face. “Don’t lie Vegeta, you enjoy my distractions” She giggled in what could only been viewed as a evil mockery.  
Right now was not the right moment for Vegeta to notice her low… low…loooooow cut shirt gracing the peeks of her egg foam white breast that were tinged pink from sun burn. As soon as he caught himself looking and felt her touch him, her crisp tingly words in his ear he had stood rock solid straight. He honestly looked like someone had told him he was dying and that the only way to save his life was to cut off his dick.
Vegeta allowed himself to turn his head and regard her. It wouldn’t hurt would it? It was only them in the garden and she was so disturbingly open and relaxed around him that some days…. no... more like a few seconds, he forgot that he was a Saiyan and she was a Human.
Her shoulder was still brushed up next to his and when she looked over at him with her comfortable face and bright eyes, she laughed that whole hearted sound at the awkward look on his face and bumped him hard with her hip causing him to stumble a little.
“Too easy Vegeta” She laughed and then patted him kindly on his poor shoulder. It had received a lot of unwanted attention lately.
Vegeta glared at her as if he wished she would burst into flames, but that didn’t stop her twinkling grin from reaching him, and before he knew it the corners of his mouth where attempting to rise.
“Woman… you are such a-“
“BULMA!”
That shriek could not be mistaken and Bulmas grandmother stood on the cobbled foot path that Vegeta was about to go and rake down with fresh stones to fill the cracks.
The old woman wore a foreboding expression and her hands secured tightly in a crossed position over her stomach.
Bulma sighed and just for good measure, once again hip bumped Vegeta as she walked away “wish me luck, for today I fight the dragon”.
Vegeta had not been disturbed by her movement this time. He had kept his head low and instantly rushed to get back on task. He had to keep reminding himself… he needed this job… he needed that money. He could not afford to mess around.
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Bulma followed behind her grandmother into the house. She was mindful to keep in step behind her, in case the woman whirled around on her, she didn’t want to be taken by surprise. Clearly by the tongue her grandmother had used she was surely on the shit list for something.
They didn’t stop their little march until they had reached the lounging room where her grand proceeded to turn around slowly and stare at Bulma, her arms crossed and one foot tapping agitatedly.
Bulma stood there for a moment, hands rested on her hips lightly as she waited for some kind of reasoning for her grandmother pulling her from the garden, she still had attempted tanning to do!
“Well?” her grand asked in that low grave voice before for eyeing Bulma up and down distastefully. What a loving grandmother Bulma had.
“Well what?” Bulma retorted with an honestly confused voice and soft relaxed face.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I really don’t get where you’re going with this”
“Good lord girl! It’s bad enough you prance about like a done up harlot, let alone you go and fraternize with those god forsaken monkeys” Her grandmother spat out as if she had just sucked on a square of lemon.
Bulmas eyebrows shot up in mild shock at the accusation before they dropped dead low and she met her grandmothers scornful look point for fucking point. “Harlot!” Bulma screeched with a tainted pink face at being called… well…. a whore.
“I do not dress like a slut! THIS IS THE FASHION! GET WITH IT!” Bulma yelled, her tinged pink cheeks reddening with her rage.
“And I will FRATENIZE with whoever I like thank you very much!” she said with a dropped tone as she flicked her hand up in the air for extra emphasis.
Her grandmother wasn’t fazed in the least for now. She set her moth in a hard line before walking up to Bulma at a rush and poking her thin finger jaggedly into Bulmas upper chest. “You listen here girl, and you listen very closely. I am your grandmother, and I say you are not to bother MY hired help. It is disgusting and degrading just thinking about you flitting about like that with them. You need to march yourself out of this house and go seek some worthy company. I will not have any granddaughter of mine shaming this family like you already do!” he grandmother sneered in an icy nasty voice. She was completely serious.
Bulma was also deadly serious when she replied.
“No”
“Pardon?” Her grandmother hissed through her teeth as if it was ready venom.
“I said no. what part didn’t you get? The N or the O, or how it is a negative context word? I’ll talk to the Saiyans if I want! In fact I will talk to whoever I like! You know, they treat me better than any other bitch here in Westville. You know, unlike everyone else, Vegeta and Ellia actually listen to me. Vegeta actually has worthwhile conversations with me about things that are actually interesting, not how Mrs.Belfre to cheating on her husband with Adam Sambit from the post office! In fact sometimes I think higher of the Saiyans then the people that I know!” Bulma snapped, loud and clear and she slapped her grandmother’s hand of off her person.
“Oh and another thing, unlike a bitter lemon who sprouted arms and legs I’m actually human enough to understand that-“
Bulma didn’t get to finish her rant. The pale look in her grans face and her clouded eyes as a shaky hand grasped with a distinct lack of strength for the left side of her chest. Bulma realized she had gone too far.
The shaking woman let out a rattling loud breath as she started to double over slightly into a hunched twisted shape, causing Bulma to lurch forwards to grasp the older woman, trying to support her as she felt the hot flush of her grandmothers  skin press up against her own.
“ELLIA! ELLIA! HELP PLEASE! ELLIA” Bulma screamed as she pulled a hobbling old woman to a sofa.
Bulma was in a heightened state of panic as she fretted this way and that. she didn’t know what to do. her grandmothers breathing was labored and rickety at this point and she was making some moaned out painful sounds.
Ellia came bounding around the corner. She was all legs and no grace as she skidded to a holt and leant over Bulmas grandmother.
Bulma was a frightful mess as she stood there shaking in hysterics. She didn’t mean for this to happen! She was just so angry. She didn’t want her gran to die. Sure… the woman was a thorn in her ass, but she still loved her… in a love hate kind of way.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Bulma cried as her grandmother gasped like a landed fish on the sofa.
Ellia didn’t flinch. She ripped out a bottle of pills from hr apron and pressed them into the old woman’s throat and massaging them down her neck.
Bulma was still having a fit above them both. Pawing her hands together and sobbing like a little girl. She was killing her grandmother she was sure about it!
Ellia sighed tiredly as she stood up and looked down on the older woman. Bulmas grandmother seemed to have calmed some and now Ellia was going to go and get her a glass of ginger ale. “I’ll be right back in a moment ma’am” she said in a soft voice.
As Ellia walked away she couldn’t help but dramatically roll her eyes at the antics of this family. She hadn’t bothered to tell the family that the heart pills that she was ordered to keep on her person at all times where nothing more than sugar tablets. She had given the heart medication to her father long ago and taken sugar pills to replace them. The old crone didn’t know the difference.
Bulma stood there mumbling sorries profoundly before she ducked down to her gran and soothed her hands over her older relatives.
“Grandmama I’m so, so sorry” she whimpered, slowly finding her composure.
“I know you are dear… just please… go and see your friends. Your human friends. for me, if you love me” her grandmother said… seemingly extra feeble this time around.
Bulma caught her sigh before it escaped and sat next to her grandmother. “Of cause grandma, of cause I love you. Ah…. Launch rang me yesterday to come and spend some time with her, I was planning on going to see her today”  Bulma said softly, almost cooing. Of cause it was a flat out lie, Bulma had originally had no plans at all to go see her human friends.
Her grandmother nodded weakly before letting out a content sigh “where is that gir, I want that ginger ale”.
“I’m right here ma’am” Ellia sounded as she came striding back with a pitcher and a glass with nicely square cubes.
“Good” was all that Bulmas grandmother mumbled as she accepted the drink. “Very good”.

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Bulma sat soundlessly in the freshly cleaned kitchen of Launch’s house. It was kind of awkward listening to Launch twitter about her pregnancy with Juu sitting just across from Bulma.
The whole home smelt like lemons, over bleach, over something stronger, Bulma wasn’t sure. Apparently Launch had sent her own maid Lotta into a cleaning frenzy in preparation for her ‘bundle of joy’.
Bulma didn’t understand the intensity that Launch and Juu felt about babies. Babies where a burden for women like her who actually had a life and career ahead of her. However, Bulma had to admit when she saw Krillin playing with his daughter, or when Tein, Launches husband, come up and sooth a hand over her stomach in tender love…. she felt a slight pull in her lower belly. Bulma had no plans actually to make children. It would be horrifying to her mother… more so her grandmother, but it was not their choice to make.
“And and, I was thinking that if it was a girl I would call her Cindy” Launch fluttered as she clasped her hands over her barely there stomach. “I’m just so golly gosh excited” she again twittered and then let out a high pitch laugh. She was dressed in a flared out summer frock that was a tickled pink tone and sleeveless, she had said that she was wearing pink for luck. She badly wanted a daughter.
“With all your fussing Launch…. you will probably end up with a son” Juu said in her snotty tone as she watched Bulma for a second out of the corner of eyes. Juus herself was dressed in a tight emerald green sheath dress; it was also sleeveless as the weather was starting to pick up on the heat.
 
Bulma forced a smile at Juu and added her comments about Juu probably being right. It felt kind of wrong to be talking to the blonde haired bitch, but Bulma kept reminding herself, they were friends. They had been friends for years, and that was something worth saving….right?
“No no…I’m sure it’s a girl, I feel so….feminine lately” Launch said as she rested a finger to her cheek thoughtfully as she pondered the risk of a son. “But…Tein would like a boy” she finally said as she pouted her lips.
“You’ll get what you’re given love” Bulma said cheerfully. “and trust me, I bet you will love it no matter what it comes out as”.
“She’s right” Juu added.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right but still, don’t hurt to pray some now don’t it” Launch giggled.
Bulma had to admit, she was starting to feel at ease with her old group. It was funny how easily she slipped back in at times. Some days she completely hated them, with a burning passion and then as simple as pouring water on fire… she was good again.
“I was going to ask Fasha to paint the babys room, but apparently its not really her thing… yo know, she is just a maid, so I guess I will need to hire some guy to come do it. I was thinking sunny yellow gum drops colours, you know… cover my bases, JUUUUUST incase it IS a boy. Yellow is gender neutral right?” Launch hummed as she sipped her gin and tonic.
“Yes, I think so, but you know… there is nothing wrong with cream white, that way when the baby is born you could add like….accents to it in blue and or pink” Bulma said clasping her hands over her slim waist as she leant back in her chair causally regarding her company.
“Bulmas right Launch, and that way when they are older it’s easier to paint over” Juu said as she nibbled on a small pastry that she had brought for the day. She had brought with her a whole platter of delectable sweeties for them to dine on. Chichi’s doing of cause.
“But…. yellow is so…happy” Launch countered.
“its also scientifically proven to keep you awake and anxious. Do you want to keep your baby awake…AND anxious?” Bulma said as she leaned in, brows raised.
Launch chewed on her cheek thoughtfully “Well no…but ah-“
“Its settled, pain the room off cream and then add small colours to it when its born” Juu stated, not giving launch any room to argue as she popped the rest of the sugar powered delectable into her mouth.
Juu tidied up her mouth with her thumb and then straightened herself out a little as he reached for a drink. “I was thinking of having a second one someday but… I don’t know. Marron did horrors to my body” Juu sighed bitterly as she ran her hands over her hips.
“I don’t see where. You’re a twig” Bulma mumbled as she too started to indulge in the drink.
“You don’t want to see where” Juu muttered back.
Her reply caused Bulma and Launch’s eyes to bug and then a chorus of laughter soon followed.
“Oh well if that is the case, I think you might be right!” Bulma snorted as she tried to keep the drink from spurting out her nose.
“Ohhhaah… please… don’t tell me things like that” Launch chortled loudly and she tucked her thighs together tightly.
“You won’t be laughing when it’s your turn… nor you Bulma!” Juu huffed with a raised chin, trying to save her dignity.
“I doubt it. If I get my say I wont be spreading these legs to pop out any kid, ever” Bulma declared confidently as she pated her well placed pile of curls atop of her head.
“We will see. Just think, the Church Charity is being held in two days. You WILL be there….since….so will Yamcha” Juu said with a twisted little smile, she had almost cooed the words.
“Oh” Bulma said seemingly startled as her mouth popped into a perfect O.
“You forgot!” Launch gasped loudly. “Buuuuuuulma! how could you forget!?”.
“I-I was just so busy at home that it simply slipped my mind. Well then, I guess I will have to go shopping tomorrow” Bulma hummed to herself more than anything else.
“For new clothes, I thought you were bursting with clothes?” Juu asked simply, although Juu doubted that Bulma had anything that was tasteful for a Church Charity event. While Juu somewhat stewed in her want for Bulmas styling, she also frowned upon them, she had to keep her model citizen appeal.  
“No no, I know what I will wear, at least I think… oh wait… no…yes…ah...maybe” Bulma pondered as she systematically sorted through her garments in her mind. “But either way, no, I’m not going clothes shopping. I need to find a decent hair stylist and well some other bits and pieces I guess….lashes, new lipstick….and some jewelry. It was a dinner action wasn’t it? I can drop down to the shops and pick something good up for them to sell off” Bulma said ever so casually as she leaned back in her chair and reached for a muffin that had come with Juu.
Juu and Launch exchanged glances; sometimes they forgot that Bulma was a filthy rich bitch. Sometimes they chose to forget to avoid the current green tinge they were both feeling.
“Make sure it’s something nice, you’ll want to make a nice impression on Yamcha” Launch finally said while she rubbed her belly fondly.
“Yes bobble head here is correct, you should strike a impression with him, after all… he is in high demand. Young uprising star, handsome, charming, the list could go on darling” Juu nodded stiffly as she tweaked her dress into a better position.
Launch was sitting with a mildly perplexed look on her face at Juu’s insult, but like always…just accepted it and then turned to Bulma with giddy eyes “it will be great, and you wont need to worry since all us girls will be there!”.
Bulma frowned some, she knew that they would be there, but she was kind of hoping that they wouldn’t. Having Launch say that…kinda cemented the fact that she would be spied on all night. who was she kidding, she knew it was going to be that way, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try and enjoy herself.
“You make him seem so yummy Juu, like you might want him yourself” Bulma teased with a cheeky dark little smirk of her own, she seemed to be pulling that expression more and more lately.
“Heaven forbid, I do love my husband, but if I were a single woman….it would be different” Juu laughed, finding humor in the chit chat.
Bulma smiled more to herself than anything else. ‘Wow, if even Juu is interested… he must be hot’ Bulma thought, feeling giddy and school girl like…but then she remembered Juu’s husband. He was a short man who had been bald when Juu had married him and since then had grown a shock of black hair from his head. Sure the man won every medal when it came to personality…. but he was dead last in the 100m handsome dash. However, he was nice, very nice, so maybe so was this Yamcha. In fact Juu’s husband was so nice….. it still confused just about everyone still as to how he and Juu ended up together, but sometimes the mysteries of live were better left unsolved.
It was going to be a fun date, Bulma could feel it down in her gut, well it was either that or she was starting to suffer from her period, she wasn’t sure, she smiled none the less.
“So, sooooooooo…. two days to go!” Launch giggled as he popped a cherry tart in her mouth and grinned at Bulma and then back at Juu who had a smug look smacked on her face.
“I guess so” Bulma replied with her own little smirk. ‘I guess so’

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The next day Bulma found herself hunched over a glass case in the towns only gold smiths’ store. She was humming to herself on the matter of what she would donate to the Church Charity. She had already paid a visit to the town’s hair stylist; there wasn’t much choice to pick from. She had been so nervous about the translucently minded bleach white blonde hair dresser that she didn’t dare really ask for what she had been considering, but instead decided just to shorten her hair so that it hung above her shoulder as well as a thick blunt fringe that sat over her eye brows. She had been happy with the outcome at least.
She was still yet to pick out the jewelry and it was starting to frustrate her. Most of the women now days where wearing imitations, Bulma was so exception to this fact some times. Picking out something real, that the women of WestVille would want, was proving a task.
She settled on a champagne diamond encrusted spider lace gold necklace. It was kind of heavy and a marvel that such a thing was in this store but still…. it topped as the most costly thing here so she took it. It would likely get sold for half its actual price, and it would have been better for Bulma to have just given the money, but she could play along, after all…. it was just money to her. When you were porn with a platinum spoon in your mouth, a few thousand zeni was nothing.
When she finally left the store the sun was rolling high and she had to slip her glasses over her face. She had squeezed into the tightest high waist jeans she owned and slipped into a tight pink billowing slightly sheer shirt. Her lime green pumps clicking on the pavement as she marched herself over to her loveable car with a bounce in her step.
Things were looking up for her so far. Now all she needed to do was go home and organize herself for tomorrow night, that would take a while…. and then some, probably falling into the next day all the way up until she got to the hall doors.
The cityscape scrolled past Bulma in a lazy fashion that only a lazy nothingness town like this could do. From the outside it was a humble, rosy cheeked, beautiful town full of people who matched the same description, but it was more correctly a nosy, gossipy boring hole….much like many of the people.
Bulma could barely make it past 15km per hour down the bumbling streets that rocked her car slightly every time she hit a rock. Next thing on her to do list, better suspension.
She was in the midst of a slothful sigh when her sight was drawn towards the local grocery store. Had she only seen it once, had it been 100 years ago, she would recognize that arrogant, bitter prick, striking swept up black hair anywhere. What caused her to stop the car by the side of the road was the fact that that bitter prick was taking an ass beating from 3 human men.
Bulma scurried out of her car, slamming the door closed in a hasty manner as he rushed over to the men as fast as her heels would allow her.
The men had made their way into the ally way, and backed Vegeta into the wall, leaving his cornered like a rat on a boat.
“Fucking filthy piece of shit monkey!” A large man yelled as he swung his fit to meet with Vegetas gut. He plunged his balled hand up high and tight, causing Vegeta to grunt with the pressure of having all his internal organs pushed into his rib cavity and a slew of saliva to cough out of his mouth. This didn’t slow him down in the least though, even whilst a thinner man in overalls grappled with Vegeta’s right hand, Vegeta managed to bring around his left hand in a haymaker fashion to clobber the front on aggressor in the ear with tremendous force..
the other man didn’t relent either as he plowed his fist into Vegeta again, and again, every tiem earning himself a strangled gasp from Vegeta.
The third man stood to the side, bouncing about in an eager way. Too chicken shit to take Vegeta on right now, but clearly waiting for a chance to jump In and have his turn at smacking the monkey bitch.
“G-get him Elvin, show that bitch who you are” the bouncing one hollered in a high pitch as he shadow boxed on the side.
Elvin grinned from ear to ear as he went to catch Vegeta in the face, only to come into full wall contact. There was a sickening crunching sound of bone and cartilage upon impact and then a long loud howling from Elvin followed after.
Vegeta had ducked down in time enough to save himself a new nose job, and he couldn’t help he cruel smirk that was painted over his face.
Vegeta snatched Elvins hand into his own and squeezed down on it with laborious strength, causing a stream of scream to erupt from the other mans twisted mouth. Vegeta couldn’t think of a sweeter sound.
From beside him Vegeta was suddenly jerked back by his hair by the third nameless man. Vegeta felt as if his scalp might have just been pull loose with the force he was ripped back at, but this was virtually meaningless to him right now as he forced himself to turn mid fall and come baring down towards his attacker.
Their bodies smacking from the impact, Vegeta shoved his elbow forwards collecting the other man in the side of his lower floating rib. Pushing forward with a sickening might, not stopping until he heard the tell tale pop of something dislodging or cracking.
He would show them, he would show them what it mean to mess with this Saiyan!
Even with his eye swollen and his lip split open, allowing a dribble of blood to smear down his face Vegeta wasn’t fazed at all. he’d been through worse just playing as a kid! Fucking filthy humans, trying to make a play at big shots roughing him up. No one, NO ONE messed with him!
Vegeta made a play to slam a fist into the crumpled man before him when suddenly everything became a swimming blur with the onslaught of a searing pain at the back of his head.
He hadn’t even heard the bottle breaking against his skull or the frantic waning cries of a woman, all he knew was that he need to grab the wall before the ground grabbed him.
“F-Fucking ass face monkey!” the boney off-sider hollered in a trill laughter that was tinged with a blind rage as he leapt for Vegeta so that this Elvin character who seemed to be finding himself finally was preparing his next attack on Vegeta’s lower back.
“No get off him you bastards!” Bulma shrieked as she made to snatch Elvins arm and jerk him off balance. She could see how the beefy man was about to lay his boots into the Stumbling Vegeta who was trying to fling the creeper off of him.
“Fuck off girl!” Elvin snapped and easily tossed Bulma to his side, letting her land heavily on the dirty ground, “Fucking monkey lovers” he grunted with disapproval.
As Elvin turned around to claim his victory over the Saiyan he was met with dead black eyes and a wicked sneer. Elvin dare not move a fraction as he stood rock steady with that jagged broken bottle thrust snuggly up against his turkey white neck. He would feel its razor edges pushing at his fragile skin, threatening at any second to rip him open.
“I wouldn’t move if I was you, unless you want me to slice you a new flap to fiddle with!” Vegeta said, it was cold and low toned, almost void of emotion. Vegeta’s face was tightened and his eyes narrowed as he looked upwards at Elvin, but somehow, still down his nose.
This man was worthy of a bloody death. He was worthy to gasp like a landed fish on the ground while he made a big fucking mess of his useless self.
“V-Vegeta” Bulma managed to utter out. She felt there was nothing she could do from her crumpled place on the ground. She had managed to lift herself up and support her weight on her hands, but she had yet to stand.
That small flutter in his ears of his name being called managed to allow Vegeta to snatch a glance over the burly humans shoulder. Bulma was staring at him as if he had just tried to kill her or something.
Vegeta let out a low primal growl and his bristled tail unraveled from his wait and swung low in a pendulum like manner. How he wished he could tear this man’s throat out with his own teeth and leave him shattered on the ground.
“Disgusting” Vegeta remarked as she clubbed Elvin in the face with the blunt end of the bottle, sending the other man crashing to the ground.
In a flurry of movement Elvins cohorts had rushed to his side and managed to stagger him to his feet and make an attempt to hobble away as Vegeta stood still with the bottle still grasped in his hand.
“Filthy fucking MONEKY” One of them had screamed as they made their way away from the area. Vegeta wasn’t sure who had hollered at him, but he didn’t care, they were all the same in his book, useless pieces of shit.
Bulma started to make her way up onto her shaken legs slowly. She watched Vegeta carefully since for now he was just standing there like an ice sculpture, hard and just as cold. “Vegeta… are you ok?” he dare to ask as she wobbled slowly forwards, one of her heels having snapped off when she had struck the ground.
At first he didn’t react at first, just standing there with a disturbing silence, but it was only a matter of seconds before there was a clattering and smash of the bottle slipping from his hand before he followed shortly after.
Bulma went to rush forwards to help him but stopped short when she heard a scuffling sound behind her. Oh no, they had come back! Now that he was down they came to finish him off! These where the wild thoughts running around in Bulmas mind as she spun around with a ghostly white face.
To her surprise, she was not met with an assortment of human beings, but a short, wide eyed Saiyan boy.
He was tanned skin, but in his shock he seemed to have bleached a few shades lighter. Ebony black eyes and even blacker hair that swept back with locks of it falling over his face. His right cheek was grazed and the torn skin had already started to swell and blacken, the impact must have really sent the kid sprawling for a six.
“Ni-San?” His apprehensive voice shock out as he then scampered over like a little puppy to the older stunned Saiyan.
Bulma just looked on for a second trying to take it in.
Vegeta was hunched over, his chin rested to his chest as the small Saiyan fretted over him, not really paying any attention as he simply glared at the ground and breathed steady.
Within a crack of a second Vegeta suddenly snapped to and shoved the small one aside. “Get off me, I’m not fucking dead” He grouched as he ran his hand over his face as if to shake his trance before trying to find his feet.
Bulma let out a breath of air she didn’t know she was holding when it seemed like Vegeta was back to his old grumpy self. He had worried her there for a second; his silent empty state made her wonder if something had been knocked loose during the beating.
Vegeta looked around for a second gaining his bearings before he frowned at the pair of them, and then extra hard at Bulma.
“What are you doing here?” He snapped. His voice was vicious and cold, and it stung Bulma like a slap in the face as he narrowed his eyes at her.
“What? What am I doing, I saw you getting an ass whopping and stop my car to help you, you ungrateful prick” Bulma snapped back just as strongly, but the hand that she had fluttering above her chest showed that she was otherwise either shocked or hurt by his question.
“Yeah, cause you could have done a whole lot” Vegeta grunted. He was still dark and stiff towards her as he scanned his sight over his bloody hand. There where fragments of glass embedded in his palm from when he had crashed to the ground. Great, they were going to be a fucking nightmare to get out now wouldn’t they, and even worse when he would have to work with them hindering him all the bloody time.
The little Saiyan, who for all worth of the matter looked to be about 10 years old… maybe older, but she could not decide since he seemed relatively short, was standing silently by vegetas side. He had a much softer; maybe more correctly humbled face, about him as he looked at Bulma with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Bulma didn’t miss his gaze and so decided to state the elephant in the living room. “So… who’s ya friend?”
Vegeta seemingly ponder his reply for a few second before squinting down at the small lad. He had to squint as one of his eyes was heavily swollen and making it hard for him to see correctly.
“He’s not my friend, he’s my brother” Vegeta grunted as if such things were unimportant to him.
His brother remained quiet, swapping his gaze from Vegeta to the ground, but no longer at Bulma anymore, that was why it took Bulma by surprise when the kid actually spoke up.
“I’m Tarble” He said in a somewhat innocent tone. He was far from the gruff creature standing over him; he seemed half way decent and civil, unlike his older brother.
“Well, I’m Bulma Briefs” Bulma said with an outlandish grin on her face as she tried to walk forward on her broken heel to greet the boy, but the dirty look Vegeta shot her warned her to keep away. Vegeta was acting like some kind of crazed dog guarding its bone, sneering at her and staring her down.
“OH! Ya Nii-Sans boss, he talk bout-“
“NO! She’s not my boss; she just LIVES where I work, taken care of that old woman. She’s bloody useless at that too” Vegeta remarked to a ever more annoyed Bulma.
“I am not! she is difficult” Bulma snorted with distaste as she crossed her arms under her bust, holstering them up higher, something neither one of the Saiyan males missed.
“Anyway, what was that all about, why did I even need to stop my car because my gardeeeener was having his tail kicked to the gutter” Bulma jeered, trying to get an reaction from Vegeta. she failed. He just looked at her coldly, not saying a think.
“I done found a 50 cent on the ground over der, and those men came at me all sayin I be stealing it” Tarble replied, receiving a side glance from his big brother for opening his mouth. “Luck though, Nii-San come on out the grocer and give em a hiding” The kid finished, seemingly rather proud of his blood connections to the other Saiyan as he looked up with admiration.
Bulma frowned at the story as she squeezed herself in a reassuring way. That poor kid, he did nothing wrong and supposedly those men were going to perform that ass beating on him, not Vegeta; it sickened her to no limit.
It was now that she noticed the ripped paper bag and the spilled produce on the dirty ground. Most of the food was canned but a few things had gotten trampled like bread and some greens as well as a rather expensive looking turkey. She couldn’t help but feel a lightning strike of pity run through her as she looked back at the pair. “hey, let me help you guys, I can go in and buy this stuff for you, no problem, and then I’ll give you a lift home, your in no condition to do it yourself” Bulma said softly with a lopsided smile on her face.
“No, we’re fine, we don’t need your charity, or your pity for that matter” Vegeta countered as he momentarily displayed that he was in pain by gingerly touching at the ripped lip that he was sporting.
Bulma highly suspected that he was suffering more the he appeared. The left side of his face was busted up with red swelling turning black too fast for her liking. His bottom lip had been torn, not split, but torn. She guessed that one of the men may have been wearing rings the way that there were small gashes in his face. He really was a sorry sight with his bloody nose and slightly hunched stance as if he couldn’t right himself, there was probably something wrong with his ribs or midsection the way he held himself.
“Are you kidding me? You look like the walking dead. Like someone gone and tied you to a truck and driven down a few miles” She said, no, practically spat at him with her knitted brows as she bent down to pick up the wrapped turkey.
“I’ve know of Saiyans who have had that done and worse, they still have the dignity to drag themselves home!” Vegeta finally snapped at her, yelling as he moved forwards and kicked the turkey out of her reach.
Bulma nearly had a conniption fit right then and there as she stood up straight and then paced forwards quickly so that she was barely millimeters away from his. She pushed her face up close to his so that their noses almost touched.
Vegeta let out a warning grow as his brother stood next to him helplessly as he watched his big brother make possibly suicidal remarks and actions.
“FINE! Then you can DRAG yourself home like a dog! No, no, not a dog, dogs are half way decent creatures, you can drag yourself home like a-”
“WHAT? HUH? TELL ME! Like a fucking Saiyan? Well yeah that’s what I will do; I will drag myself home like a FUCKING SAIYAN because that is damn well what I FUCKING AM!” Vegeta all but screamed in Bulmas face, hitting her with flicks of his saliva.
Bulma felt a numbness overcome her as she stood there looking at him. Her big blue eyes had started to water over and she was straining not to let her breathing increase. “Fine” She whispered out of her quivering lips.
“Fine” Vegeta snarled as he then grunted at Tarble who quickly went about collecting all the spilled groceries. Vegeta didn’t once take his eyes off of Bulma as she stood there trying to keep herself composed.
When Tarble had collected everything and returned to his brothers side Vegeta finally tore his gaze away and looked down at his brother. “Come on, let’s get outta this dump” He mumbled as he jerked off his shirt and used it to cradle the food like a bag.
Bulma would have normally have been treated to a view of his chiseled body, but there was nothing pleasing about the sight before her. There was something grotesque looking poking out from his side, like a broken rib just covered by his tanned flesh that was more a liver shade of purple now. He was blanketed in large welts that took away any glory he normally had. He must have been in so much pain, but Bulma couldn’t find it in herself to feel any pity for him now…. just fear as he walked away with the makeshift bag swung over his shoulder as he limped pathetically away with his brother tagging along in his shadow.

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As Vegeta had staggered away with Tarble he had remained deadly silent, even though he could feel the questioning eyes of his brother drilling into him deeper every second. They had managed to scout enough money together between then so that they might catch a bus, unfortunately they didn’t have fair enough to make the whole distance back to the Saiyan settlement, so they were reduced to walking the last 9km.
The entire bus ride had been a silent affair as well, thankfully. Vegeta didn’t want to communicate right now; then again, he barely ever wanted to communicate with anyone ever, not even his baby brother.
Vegeta had been so focused on the fact that it felt like his body was compressing on him that he completely missed the stares of other Saiyans on the bus as well as some braver souls questioning towards him about his well being. When he had reached as far as his payment would take him he had just stumbled off the bus and taken foot to dust and kept on going, poor Tarble following along looking perplexed.
“Vegeta?” Tarble gamely spoke up as they walked along the side of the dirt track rode.
He received no answer from his deadpan faced brother.
“Veeeeegeta!” Tarble couldn’t help his more curious nature, it was a given Saiyan trait that was normally beaten out of the youth when they got closer to Vegeta’s age.
“What!” Vegeta grumbled none too pleased as he hefted his shirt-bag a little to adjust the weight, not that it weighed much, it was just rested on a busted up shoulder.
“Wha’hs that?” Tarble asked with his thick brows raised high, he had a suspicious look on his face as he popped his eyes and turned his mouth down in the corners.
Vegeta rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics and then snorted as he shuffled onwards. “Dat twas me saving yo ass” Vegeta grumbled as he cast his gaze ahead at the beaten track.
“ya, I knows and saw dat right flogging, I meant dat der human chick” Tarble clarified, he knew Vegeta was avoiding it by the way his face soured up at least 4 degrees at the mentioning of the human woman.
“Nuthin” was the simple reply that Tarble got from Vegeta, and Vegeta wanted it left at that.
“Liar”
“Its nuthin and ya gonna damn well leave it as nuthin!” Vegeta snapped, ripping his head down and around to look at his brother face to face.
Tarble gulped back fear for a moment before trying to put on a brave front. “Didn’t look like nuthin, she be right tender on ya. Dem ass wipes knocked her well of her feet for tryina save yo ass” Tarble said calmly but firmly.
“Yeah well…. she be a fuckin idiot now wont she?” Vegeta said with a drooled tone as he went back to walking… more hobbling towards his home.
“I’do’know. I reckon she be righto. Cared about your grumpy butt and mighty nice on to me” Tarble said thoughtfully carrying his hands clasped behind his back.
“She nuthin but trouble! She gonna get me in so dam deep der dat I’m gonna get hung one day, flittin around like a fuckin pussy on heat! She nuthin but a stupid cow and we gonna leave it as dat, ya got it?!” Vegeta all but viciously snarled at his brother  and cuffed him in the back of the head lightly to get his point across.
Tarble cowered in at his brothers nasty words and pouted down at the ground sighing. It was a pity she was a human girl, Vegeta could use some more friends. He was such a loner, and the few friends he did keep he was resentful towards anyway. This Bulma, she seemed to be able to take Vegeta on… well… to a point at least, no one could really go toe to toe with his brother.
“Vegeta?”
“WHAT NOW!?”
“Do… do ya wanna me to ah… carry dat …shirt?”
“Uh… yeah, thanks”
Tarble allowed a small sad smile as he looked up at his older brother. Vegeta was tired… in more ways then one.
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Later that night Vegeta sat alone in his family’s living room. After his mother had passed away it had lost a lot of its family charm as his father was just not a man you knew how to keep up the appearance of a warm family atmosphere.
Currently he was sitting in his father olive green faded velvet lounging chair; it was the most comfortable seat in the house and a good place for him to think.
When he had finally stumbled in the door had had been welcomed by the sight of his father testing his broken leg, still in its cast. The older man had fumbled to the floor and a string of insanities had instantly flown from his drunken mouth. It had taken Vegeta more than two hours in his battered form to manage his father into the bed room and keep him there while he set about feeding himself and Tarble.
After all that hullabaloo had been sorted out and even Tarble had sagged into bed Vegeta found a spare moment to tend himself for the first time that day.
It hurt to move, it hurt to breath, heck it even hurt to think right now. He was flopped most unceremoniously in that lumpy chair trying to block out the throbbing pain in his gut and chest. The pain in his face was mostly superficial. His nose might have been a bit cracked and he was a bit torn up, but it was the oddly angled rib that caused him worry, but he would deal with it in time. For now, he just wanted to sit and do nothing at all.
He would luckily not be required to come to work tomorrow, it was Sunday and the old bat had seen fit to give him at least 2 Sundays a month off… this was his lucky Sunday.
He shifted in his position, trying not to jar his body in any way as he propped his legs up on the scuffed coffee table. Once upon a time that table would have gleamed clean and polished, not anymore. Once upon a time this whole house would have been the gem of the boonies he lived in, but that was long over now, the woman’s touch that had maintained it was long dead and rotting in the ground.
Thinking of rotten women, Vegeta’s face scrunched up at the thought of the blue haired devil flashing through his mind.
How dare she stick her nose in where it wasn’t welcome, didn’t she know the kind of trouble that she could get him in? It was like she was completely oblivious to the risks that she made him take, that or she was going out of her way to get him into trouble.
No… he doubted that. She was actually….dare he say it, nice…
She was chatty and witty and always coming up with some new fangled way to make him smile… on the inside, with her antics. She wasn’t half bad to look at either, for a human.
Really she was nothing like Vegeta normally considered attractive.
Her skin was cut cream white and her lips often painted cherry red. She was so skinny; she didn’t have the round full curves of a Saiyan woman. Sure she had hips and tits, that was a given, but they were not large and plump like the ladies he normally consorted with.
She had long tapering legs down to her ankles and a tight ass. Her boobs were small but appeared to be rather perky; she could probably get away without wearing a bar. Her mouth was small but her lips were pouty and she had those round eyes. Those eyes like none he had ever seen in that slightly round like face… not square and angled like a Saiyan. She was small and soft…delicate, but had a personality that would rip your arm off if you were not careful.
Yes… to look at, she was so far from Saiyan it wasn’t funny… but she had something that was drawing him in, he wasn’t sure what yet, but he would put a stop to it…. eventually, that much he was sure of….wasn’t he?