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Resident Evil DBZ Style…

Part 3

Caught!

Bulma was completely ignorant of what was going on downstairs; she heard knocking at the door, and somebody answered it, since no one called for her, she figured it was not for her. * Good * she thought and proceeded to watch the news.

Half dressed for her date knowing that she should be getting ready to go out, but she couldn't shake that dreadful feeling she had since earlier that day, witnessing that black foreboding sky.

She turned to the local news station, BVD Channel 7, she saw the same raggedy news anchor with the distasteful orange toupee; he wore the toupee for years, and even that was starting to go bald. He was trying to look more sophisticated as he reported the news with a mind-numbing Barbara Walters, tone. She nearly went to sleep by the sheer boredom from his tedium droned toned voice, however her attention revised from an ominous news bulletin, Tom Smith the head news anchorman started to re-cap on previous news events, more specifically about the ephemeral epigrammatic blackened sky. She was transfixed, and her eyes glued themselves to the boob tube.

{{["Hi I'm Tom Smith reporting for BVD news… Earlier today, we experienced a dark matter in the sky, most at first thought this to be the act of the industrialist entrepreneur, Dr. Brief's, and his crazy experimentations, or an UFO crashing! However, we received devastating reports to the contrary. Oddly enough, it comes from our own backyard, rival company of C. Corps federation, Umbrella. Corp is said to be responsible for this bizarre occurrence.

Officials stated in an initial report that it was a leak in the contaminate unit, and due to unknown criminal activity, allegedly, there was a security breach inside the factory's safe walls, and sabotaged the chemical plant. An alleged arsonist is being held liable of the suspected cause of the detrimental lethal chemical leak, which ignited a disparaging explosion. Sources claim the blast was located on the bottom level of the facility, the chemical sector, a multifaceted sector of the plant of Umbrella. All report are inconclusive, and city officials want the public to remain calm, stating: " that what we witnessed briefly today was merely multifarious neutral gasses fusing, and reacting to the substantial heat, and that this was an isolated and contain industrial accident."

…There was no lasting effect; in addition, the town of, Nikki seems to completely understand. Now, we will take you to, John who was on the scene at the time of the accident. John, tell us what's going on down there on the metropolis of Nikki…" the camera automatically switches to an early footage of the scene, no live footage the anchormen looks blankly confused. "Uh, sorry folks it looks like we are having technical difficulties, um…. here we have an early footage of the devastation, clearly a catastrophe, and here we see the brave fire fighters extinguishing the untamed blaze. And now, Jennifer for the weather, and celebrity news!"]}} The scene switches to a sluttish reporter, and Tom is seen ogling her from a distant.

Bulma stared at the TV with an incredulous facade, "What was that all about, I hate Tom Smith he sucks as a reporter, what the hell happened to the live report? Ah… I don't have time for this, the man of my teenage dreams is awaiting me on the chariot of blissful love!" she said dreamily.

~*~*~

Vegeta had been reclining quiescently against the wall downstairs, and yes, he was still in his towel glaring at a very nervous Yamcha.
" What did you come here for anyway?" Vegeta snapped gruffly, staring with black beady eyes of distain.

Yamcha frowned at his rudeness. *Who does he think he is* "Um, that is between me and Bulma ok, it's not any of your business!" he replied snidely.

Vegeta saw this, as a challenge even in a towel Vegeta would fight; he unfolded his arms. "Watch your tone with me boy, and it is my business if I so wish it to be!"

Yamcha glared, "Vegeta, get off you high horse you, self-righteous, self serving, egotistical maniac! It's time you got over yourself, and quickly before I make you!" he threatened putting his arms up offensively. (He didn't think Vegeta would fight him in a towel… little did he know.)

Vegeta looked at Yamcha amusingly, "Oh my, are you threatening me…? Now this is hilarious, really, as if you would stand a chance. I know what you are trying to do… it won't work, so stop with the with all the sentiment garbage... such trivialities will bring you to an early grave."

Yammy backed down," I told you it's between her and me so stay out of it, please! Look, why are you half naked in my girlfriends house?!" he whined with a pathetic demeanor, changing the subject.

" Rubbish, humans and their insecurities… whatever, as if your pathetic human affairs interest me, I just don't like you and looking at you makes me nauseated, so naturally you should have a good excuse for disturbing my state of mind, and for causing my digestive upset." he stated more like demanded.

Yamcha sighed. "It's complicated… you really don't need to know… but if you insist I want to … I have to…I need to …I wish to marry her!" He said dreamingly, with stars in his eyes.

Vegeta saw the romance in Yamcha's eyes and just about puked with such a sentimental display of trifling peaty emotions, but he thought of the greater scheme the reaction would extreme when her date shows up, it will be ten times bolder then before; he laughed inside, and it wasn't even pay for view. *Oh, goodness, this ought to be most entertaining; this is better then poking fun at Kakarot's inane stupidity! Haha, the fool it would seem that the doomed star crossed lovers are no longer in the hands of fate… it ends tonight! * He thought craftily in his mind, however never announced a word.

"…"

Yamcha looked at Vegeta's cold calculating amused façade, and couldn't help but wonder if he was up to something, "Hey Vegeta, is Bulma coming or not, you didn't even tell her I was here! I'm going up to see her!" Yamcha shrieked, encroaching his way to Bulma's room. Vegeta scowled when Yamcha tried to push pass him, in a defensive repulsed reaction he pushed Yamcha back down the stairs.

" You'll stay put, the vociferous woman will be down in a little while, and you will not disturb her because I don't want to hear her bickering mouth!" Vegeta ordered portentously, and Yamcha grudgingly submitted.

" That's what I thought Kakarot's groupie." He hissed with mockery " Why don't you find a nice place to soak your pathetic sorrows, such tribulations I feel pity for you, you are indeed that …pitiful." Vegeta humphed then resumed his warm spot, and leaned against the wall watching a pissed Yamcha, sit on the couch grumpily; that has got to be the biggest nastiest insult Vegeta has ever gave anybody.

*Damn, ever since he showed up, he has been constantly in my way! Bulma is way too trusting, I would never let an arrogant haughty asshole in my house, he's traipsing around stark naked, there are people around, nude scandalmonger, causes controversy where ever he goes…ugh, and I hate his hair too! * Yamcha mind pouted, putting his fists to his cheeks.

~*~*~

Outside of Capsule Corps; two mysterious cars drove down the street one took a sharp turn thus parking in the driveway, and the other parked gracefully across the complex; both cars were rather flashy and spoke volumes of snobby-ness.

An elegant sharp debonair gentlemen steps out of his extravagant vehicle, taking the opportunity to flatten out his suit, he stood about 5`9, black hair with hazel brown eyes, dark tanned and with a dashing smile that shined brilliantly, glowing in the dark.

He was Hiro, Bulma's date for the evening; he thought nothing of the other car assumed it was her parents, neighbors, or something. He sniffed the air confidently radiant, and proceeded to knock on the door.

~*~*~

The other clandestine vehicle parked across Hiro's showy car, extremely done in poor rich taste. The occupant stayed in the car eyeing himself in the hollowness mirror. He looked at himself in the huge vanity mirror he held in his pocket, and oozing with narcissism what he saw pleased him to no end. He was glamorous with red fiery crimson hair, with sparkling evergreen devastating eyes, a picture perfect pale complex. The most important manufacturing detail is that he had a smile that would make the sun weep, extinguishing its hot vapors.

He was the dashing Paul from accounting, he was Bulma's unexpected back up date, and to add to Bulma's bad luck, Paul from accounting decided to show up on the wrong day. He prepped himself before adjourning to the door, walking stylishly with ego in tote.

~*~*~

With that TV nonsense out of the way, Bulma was finally ready to go out on her date. She took one last look in the mirror "Perfect!" she said with giddy excitement. She was going to knock Hiro off his feet, a T.K.O of perfection. Bulma journeyed down the stairs elegantly, hearing a knock at the door she answered it and saw the man of her dreams, her mannequin come to life, Hiro.

"Hiro, please come in… you look, fantastic!" Bulma sounding like a novice, green around the ears when it came to flirtation… she was pathetic, over exaggerating highly on movies she had previously seen. "I'm almost ready my darling, please take a romantic seat in the living room, okay." she said escorting him to where Yamcha was sitting both oblivious of each others presents until Bulma noticed the evil Yamcha.

" Shit!" she shrieked aloud, too loud catching all the attention in the room. Vegeta turned at the sudden outburst, and grinned deviously. Yamcha also turned to look at the very well dressed man next to his Bulma, and she was wearing a sexy short dress that screamed out I'm single and easy.

" Bulma, who...what are you doing with him dressed like that!" he stuttered prudishly.

Bulma was caught she tried to make a break for it but was stop by Hiro's confused expression. "Is he your older brother!" he asked hoping she would say yes.

Bulma hesitated nervously and Vegeta laughed then everyone turned his and her focus to him wearing a towel.

Hiro's eyes widen with shock "What the hell, Bulma are you running a whore house, my god I thought you were a little kinky, but this is crazy!" shouted Hiro.

Bulma winced at the volume of his voice. * What does he mean he thought I was kinky, hmn I have to ask about that later now to come up with an explanation* she thought seeing that everyone had their eyes on her, she saw Vegeta's devious smirk and growled she knew he had something to do with her predicament. She then glared and pulled Hiro to the side.

"You see those two, well they're broke foreigners, and we took the homeless gigolos in out of kindness of giving hearts! They were in a terrible rut… they were like you know… like haughty prostitutes, they're part of an escort service, and the loud mouth is a fashion consultant." she whispered to him. "They're originally from France then moved to Hollywood California…" she looked at him knowingly.

Hiro looked at the two supposed male prostitutes in disgust. "You would think that they would take their illicit pimping somewhere private. Bulma, I don't understand why you let these sluts stay here… look, I'll wait in the car I don't want to be around them… they probably have all sorts of diseases!" he said with a snobby sneer.

Bulma glared at his rudeness. * Hmn maybe I should think this over... he's a bit egotistical… *

Yamcha was getting tired of being ignored "Bulma, I asked you a question what are you doing dressed like that and with him!" he said grabbing her arm with urgency.

Hiro glared at him "Listen here Rump Ranger, she doesn't need you or your gigolo's fashion tips, she looks just fine the way she is! I think your type belongs in the gutter, I know I'm a god send so please take your eyes off me tramp, come on Bulma, lets go!" he said grabbing her other lifeless arm, both men tugged poor Bulma around like a rag doll.

" What the hell are you talking about, I'm not a whore I'm Bulma's boyfriend, and I have never cheated on Bulma… Ah out of curiosity; what exactly did you hear about me?" Yamcha asked nervously glaring at Hiro.

Hiro immediately let go of Bulma, Hiro started snapping his fingers mockingly, "Oh yes "Girlfriend" you are a slut! Bulma said that you and that smutty guy in the towel are foreign prostitutes from California!" Hiro tattled looking totally mortified at Yamcha and Vegeta.

Vegeta was beyond rage "What the hell!" he shouted. *How dare he insinuated such a thing, that woman is going to pay for humiliating me, of all the shit she could have mustered she decided to go with that shameful presentation, unbelievable! * He thought angrily.

Now everyone was yelling at Bulma and each other, Vegeta yelling at both Yamcha and Hiro and vice versa.

Bulma was loosing her hearing these guys were nuts, although, it was her fault she really needed to get out of this tight spot, and fast. She grabbed Hiro's arm, and fled to the door with Yamcha and Vegeta following suit.

As soon as she reached the door, she opened it only to see Paul with flowers in his hand and a dashing smile.

She groaned *of all the nights for him to come, he had to pick tonight! Men, god their timing sucks! *

Paul's brilliant smile turned into a sullen frown as he notices his date's hand attached to a co-worker of his Hiro, a well-known player. " Bulma, what is going on here?" he asked sternly; he was upset, and confused.

Moreover, all the individuals stated the same thing "That's what we would like to know!"

Vegeta silently stood back, basking in Bulma's discomfiture; he did not expect this latest gauche tongue-tide installment. *…Another date… she's in trouble, this is just too good. Humph, serve her right for being so stupid, and how dare she go out with all these guys without even considering me! ... Humph, she probably knows that I would turn her down and make her cry…(sighs) I'm so bored… * He thought miserably, and looked down at himself in a towel. * I really need to put some clothes on… I think there's a draft*

Hiro was starting to see the picture; never in his life was he the one to be played, but this, Bulma Briefs played him like a saxophone, and that angered him. "You evil bitch, who do you think you're messing with!" he shouted, and wrenched his hand from her scorching hand as though she turned into fire.

Vegeta glared at Hiro, but did nothing… yet; he could see, Yamcha was about to cry.

Paul irately threw his flowers for, Bulma down, and crossed his arms waiting to hear her excuse. He looked passed her seeing a half naked man, and Yamcha! Bulma's supposed ex- boyfriend, or so she claimed.

Bulma was pleading for help in her mind. *To hell with it, everybody already thinks I am a trollop* she sighed loudly rolling her eyes, and confessed. "Look, this was all a mistake. I was simply checking out my options, I was not satisfied being Yamcha's fourths or fifths. So, I wanted to date other people, and I see now that I'm not cut out for this courting rendezvous dating crap, I'm sorry." she said apologetically.

" Oh screw you, I don't care what you were doing, you're just a slut who was caught, pathetic whore!" shouted Hiro venomously; he was so angry he didn't notice he was stepping on Vegeta's foot, more like stomping.

Bulma was getting angry now. Damn it she just apologized what did they want blood. Vegeta throwing Hiro out on his ass interrupted her mental dispute, all thoughts ceased from the shock, including everyone else. Bulma thought he threw him out because of her and got googoo eyes, she didn't know that Hiro, crushed Vegeta's foot... he was becoming her knight in saiyan armor, she blushed scarlet.

After that scene, Paul took off afraid that he would be the next victim of Bulma's intimate lover man, he was certain that he was going to get his ass kicked; following shortly behind was a pathetic limping, Hiro crying hysterically cursing all women.

~*~*~

Yamcha stayed behind, "How could you do this to me Bulma, I thought you loved me! I was… we were supposed to be together forever…" he pleaded.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall, watching the two argue like a dramatic movie.

Bulma held her self with class and dignity, " Ha, you are one to talk, Becky told me about you, and Marron so I decided to do the same. It's not as if we were really that close anyway, I was always looking for a way out, looking for my prince charming! I'll be as candid and blunt as I can be, I was always looking for someone other then you!"

" Damn it, Bulma… I was going to ask you to marry me, but now I see that at least two other guys want to marry you, good bye Bulma I hope you are happy! You totally ruined my night!" he whined clueless.

He walked out the door and Bulma shut it behind him and shouted out " Ugh, what a cry baby!"

Instantly, Yamcha was knocking on the door loudly, "Bulma…Bulma, look I forgive you, now let me in, please!

Bulma looked at the door grossed out, "What, you forgive me?" she said incensed, and stunned at the nerve of his brassy audacity.

"That's right my love, you are forgiven!" shouted Yamcha from outside.

"You stupid jerk, I'm not asking for your forgiveness, you are such a loser! I just dumped you, get a clue!" Steam rose from Bulma's ears.

"Yeah… but I need you tonight!" he cried, taking a fake picture of himself crying with a Polaroid, and slipped it through the door.

Bulma sighed annoyed and picked up the picture and shove in the desk drawer with the others "Yamcha, you really got to stop copying after that Polaroid commercial, it's not going to work this time!"

Vegeta looked over to her and smirked, "You mean that pathetic wooing attempt, soaked you in for another scandal. Really, woman I thought you had more sense then that, it's truly sad."

Bulma flicked Vegeta off, while walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bucket of chocolate ice cream out the freezer, "Whatever leech, and Yamcha go away!"

Yamcha ran to the window where he could be seen, "No, I can't leave our relationship like this, I'm totally so in love with you!" he smeared his face on the window, making him look like a pig.

Bulma growled, kicking off her high heels, while still snacking on the icy treat," Go-A-Way!"

Vegeta thought this scene was really pathetic, and couldn't help but voice his opinion, " He is pitiful, and he dares to call himself a warrior, such reprehensible disgraceful behavior, you earthlings make me sick! I don't why you allow him to do this, has he no pride!"

Bulma looked Vegeta up and down, "Vegeta, you're in a towel… Now, you see what I have to deal with day, and night! Agh, to have a man that would actually massage my feet occasionally, to... (Ahem) you get the picture, but no I get cursed with a stalker, who makes me pay for everything… oh god it's another you!"

Vegeta glared at the comparison, he walked over to her peering over the yummy ice cream she was eating, which was annoying the hell out of Bulma. She was sighing loudly, huffing, and puffing, wanting him to get the picture that she wasn't going to share.

~*~*~

Yamcha saw Vegeta next to his woman, he snarled and banged on the window, until his beeper beeped. Like an excited teenager, he dropped everything to see who was paging him; he looked then frowned. " Damn, Puar… I'll give Bulma one more chance, hopefully Marron, will call me before then!"

~*~*~

"Vegeta, get your own!" maintained, Bulma

"No, I want yours!" disputed, Vegeta

"Why, never mind here!" she snapped angrily, and threw the ice cream at Vegeta and sat down in the living room, completely ignoring Yamcha; now, Vegeta didn't want the ice cream, so he grabbed another spoon and sat next to Bulma, and gave it back.

She looked at him weirdly and snatched it back greedily; he pulled out the supplementary spoon for himself, and started eating from her bucket, which really pissed her off… for a moment, then she let it go and they both shared the contents of luscious cold chocolate.

Yamcha was jealous; they had their backs to him eating ice cream looking all cozy with each other! Yamcha ran to the other side of the complex so that Bulma would notice him.

"You're weird Vegeta," Bulma mentioned while scooping a spoonful of creamy ice.

" Hmn… what makes you say that?" he asked gruffly dipping into the bucket clicking next to her spoon,

Bulma shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, " I don't know, you just are, weird…what? Why are you staring, or shall I say what are you staring at perv!" she asked highly infuriated.

Vegeta chuckled, she caught him, he pointed to the chocolate mark upon her face, and she didn't see it. He growls irritated, and touches her facial area where the chocolate blemish is seen, however, before she could remove it, Vegeta did it for her.

Bulma felt something soft and wet slide across her face, her eyes widen, and she quickly snapped her head around looking at Vegeta, "Did you just lick me?! I asked you a question, did you lick me?!"

Vegeta sneer lazily, "Yes, I suppose I did, I don't like to see ice cream go to waste…"

Bulma moved her body forward, inching her face close to his, their noses barely touching, "You licked me."

Vegeta looked at her hesitating, "...Yes…"

"You licked me!"

"Yes, I believe we've already been through this structure."

"What are you a dog? That is sexual harassment, and I don't have to take it! You don't go around licking people, Eww do you always lick people with chocolate on them!"

Vegeta moved in closer, "No…

~*~*~*~

Outskirts of Nikki Town…

Nikki Town was once a calm community bustling with daily activities, now it seemed to be a wasteland for the silent ghouls, an eerie ghost town a living graveyard. The town seemed to be looted with trash distributed all over the darkened boding evil town, filled with bodies and gore. It may have been a town that was ill advised that was guile and idealistically normal, but now there was deadly stillness in the air, the overwhelming feeling of mortality. Grave land of virus-induced zombie-like humans spewed across the conservative town decorated with dark blood, and dismembered body parts.

There were automaton creatures stalking about, dark hideous creatures that gave a presence of dispassionate unadulterated evil, all in sundry sauntered with rigid disproportioned lethargic dispositions. They slouched indolently sloth, all in sync together like a pack of samurai drones (meaning: ninja without an master, in this case drones without an operator) it seemed as if their brains were fried from acid, or something. Their whole composition was off in their demeanor looked as if they were human, but with major reanimated setbacks.

They moaned and groaned as if they were in a state of agonizing torture, aching as if wishing for release from their physical hell, soulless mindless decaying manifestations devouring the living as though it were a delicacy; a sweet treat in order for the creatures to feel alive is to devourer a living body full of life. To taste the warmth they once held, all they felt was cold, wet, and ravenous with an overshadowing hunger towards the living. They were dark mindless predators, higher up on the food chain. Perhaps, to replenish their living encasing tomb, lifeless gray mass of decaying matter... with new tantalizing fresh flesh to sustain and replenish their form from simply turning to ash, or maybe a distant memories of what it felt like to be warm ever-flowing with longevity. They groaned with their sluggish distorted features, the walking dead...

It is unknown where they came from, or why they were here, the only indication that is evident is they came to feed. They smelled of age, and looked of ancients' rags, their hair however, remained a youthful dull color. A strong liking for human flesh they are attached like flies to a spider's glutinous sticky web, or more accurately put, like a dope fiend to his pipe, a deep seeded need to feed. An obsession of this magnitude was intensely devastating, its single comprehension of these non-intelligent beings is to prey upon that life force in order to survive, no thought pattern, no desire for anything, but the undying voracious coveting craving to nourish.

~*~*~

Prior to Bulma's Date…
Dr.Briefs noticed that Bio6000ZGT was in a state of distress the meter gauges were going haywire, wave lengths indicated something erratic in the northern quadrant, Dr.Briefs was excited he wanted to tell Bulma about it, but decided earlier to leave her alone, she was getting ready for that Hiro guy.

He was intrigued, perplex, and confounded this was to good of an opportunity to just let it slip on by; his investigating scientific nature gained control, so he wrote a note telling Bulma that he went to check out this bizarre disturbance in the north sector… Nikki Town.
…To be continued.

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