Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Other World ❯ Chapter 7

Yamcha woke in a bed much like the one he had been in the last time he was here

As he sat up and swung his legs over the side, he thought back on the previous days events.

~Flashback~

After everyone rose from bowing before him in the throne room, Aiya gave him a tour of the palace. It was a bit difficult since they had to talk in hand motions and such.

Throughout the tour, Yamcha learned a few words and found out that her race was called the Thailians.

"Aiya," Yamcha asked, "Why weren't you dressed royally on our first meeting?"

"Sometimes Klopet, I long to be normal. Royalty was something that I was born into, but hadn't exactly wanted. Mainly because with royalty comes responsibility."

"Oh." said Yamcha "Well, why am I here?"

"You'll find out tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Yamcha asked, realizing that this meant he would have to stay here over night. The idea of leaving Bulma and Vegeta back at the house to do only Kami knows what wasn't high on his list, but he also wanted to find out why he was here.

"Ok." Yamcha said finally. If Bulma needed him then she could always use her communicator.

The tour lasted up until lunch, which Aiya and Yamcha ate in a private room.

After lunch Aiya taught Yamcha some key phrases in her language.

Yamcha couldn't really remember what he did the rest of the day, but he did remember going to sleep and thinking he would find out why he was here tomorrow.

~End Flashback~

"Today is tomorrow." Yamcha thought excitedly. Today he would find out why he was here

Yamcha turned his head and his excitement died.

He was looking at the end table where he had put the communicator last night. Bulma still hadn't called him and Yamcha knew that wasn't like her. By now she must have found the note and at least have called to yell at him or something.

A knock from the adjoining room brought him from his thoughts.

He hopped up quickly and pulled on the tan khaki pants that had a special adjustment for his tail and then grabbed his white shirt and attempted to button it as he said, "Come in." or in Thailian "Tu sho."

Aiya walked in the room wearing normal clothes again and looked at Yamcha quizzically. Then she laughed as she realized what he was doing.

"Klopet I can have new clothes brought to you." She said in signs and the few words he knew.

"New clothes," Yamcha thought, "That would be good considering how I've worn these clothes for what two, three days now?

Yamcha nodded and Aiya disappeared back into her room.

Soon a knock came from the room door and Yamcha told them to come in.

Two women came in; one with clothes and the other with measuring tape. From the adjoining room, Aiya appeared.

Measuring woman approached him 1st and took his waist size, and then the other gave him the proper clothes, which was actually no more than a skirt.

Yamcha sweatdropped as he held up the clothes that he was supposed to wear.

"I should have known." He thought, "This is all anybody else wears."

Aiya dismissed the two women then spoke. "Do you like it Klopet?" she asked referring to the brown kilt like cloth in Yamcha's hands

"Yeah its just…" Yamcha struggled for a word, but when he found none he motioned to his clothes and then to the thing in his hands.

"Oh" responded Aiya," Wear your normal clothes and I'll have the tailors make some more in that style, but for right now I have something to attend to."

Aiya walked out the door and Yamcha dropped the Kilt and finished buttoning his shirt then he realized that he still didn't know why he was here.

With a sigh he walked out the door and tried to see where Aiya had one, but there was no trace of her.

Yamcha decided to just go wherever. Eventually he would find her.

***

"Ah the beach!" Bulma thought as the sun beamed down on her, "It's so warm here. Not a care in the world.

Bulma attempted to turn over so her back could feel the suns warmth, but something was restraining her.

Bulma looked down to see that her hair had bars on them. No, not bars; her hair had arms. Her hair had a body. Her chair was Vegeta

Bulma jumped at least 10 feet into the air and effectively escaped from Vegeta's grasp, but also hit her head on the cells ceiling. Once she had regained her composure she glared at the man on the pallet.

"Vegeta!" she yelled, waking the sleeping man.

"What woman?" Vegeta yelled back as he sat up. Bulma responded to his question with a scowl

"What?!" Vegeta repeated in an annoyed tone.

"You know exactly what!" Bulma yelled and turned towards the invisible field and sat down. She had better things to worry about than the feel of Vegeta's arms around her body.

Vegeta watched her do this completely puzzled as to why she was mad. Then he turned, lay back down, and attempted to go back to sleep, but he couldn't.

Giving up he sat up and stared at the back of the woman in front of him. He could feel the anger coming from her even though he didn't know what she was mad about.

"Stupid woman." He thought and told himself to find something better to look at, but really there was nothing better. The bucket standing in the corner was hardly competition.

Bulma felt his gaze on her and was about to turn and say something, but five of those blue people came into the jail.

Bulma backed up from the field, but planned on getting out once it was deactivated.

The field was shut down and Bulma pounced for the closest person. She gave him a good amount of damage, but two more were on her and then a shock was sent down her neck and she was thrown back into the cell.

She fell roughly on the cell floor and got up ready to attack again, but the people had already gotten what they had come for.

The field was reactivated again and the 5 people left with a resisting Vegeta.