Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Up In Flames ( Chapter 27 )

I apologize for making you guys wait so long, but it really couldn't be helped. I had the last half of this chapter planned out since before I started writing this story but was completely blocked as far as the rest of it went. Anyway, I hope it's worth the wait.

Warnings: Lemon, language, sarcasm, cheesy flashbacks, and at least one soap opera-ish scene O.o

Satan Video

Chapter 26: Up in Flames

Bulma rounded the corner and found Vegeta with his head in the fridge rummaging for food. She stood there for a second planning her attack. Noticing his bent over position, she smirked devilishly and stalked over to her prey.

Vegeta knew she was in the kitchen. He had heard each step she had taken starting from the couch, but he didn't care. He really was hungry, damn it!

'It was just too much fun to pass up an opportunity to get her riled up.' He quickly scanned over the contents of the fridge. 'How the hell does she live off this crap?' he wondered as he picked up a box of tofu. She was behind him now, and he had only a moment to wonder what she was going to do before he got his answer.

He was bent at the waist with his head almost in the refrigerator. Bulma slid her hands up underneath his shirt pulling it up in the process until the garment was bunched up under his arms. Her hands softly slid down his sides and around his torso to caress the firm ripples of his stomach as her mouth descended upon him. Feather soft kisses started on his lower back and slowly traveled upward on the same course his shirt had taken.

Vegeta tried to keep a straight face as he continued his search for food, but the fact was that her barely there ministrations actually tickled. He felt her hands drift back up his torso, and her gentle caresses became rough, nails digging into his chiseled flesh as her tongue ran up his spine in contrast. His eyes shut as the groan escaped his lips.

Bulma smirked at his response and grazed his nipples with her offending claws before sending one hand lower. Down past his abs it went, ending its journey upon reaching the quickly growing bulge in his shorts. It was then that she bent over to press her body against his.

Upon feeling her bare breasts upon his flesh, Vegeta couldn't help but shut his eyes and enjoy the comfort of the sensation. 'When did she even take her top off?' His thoughts were cut off, though, when he felt her hot breath on his upper back.

"You know, it's not very nice to tease me like that," she whispered sensuously before running her tongue over his heated skin once again. She gave his crotch a playful squeeze, and Vegeta tensed momentarily before standing up straight and turning to face her.

"Onna, as much as I would love to fuck you senseless at the moment, I am rather starving." The words were almost convincing.

Flasing a devilish grin, she reached around him to grab something from the fridge. He raised an eyebrow as he watched his human lover shake up a can of something and pop the cap off with her thumb. It bounced a few times on the linoleum before rolling under the edge of the cabinets, but both ignored it, neither willing to take their eyes off the other.

She took a few steps back and leaned her hips against the table before squirting something white and fluffy down the center of her body. Setting the can down next to her, Bulma locked eyes with him in silent challenge as she dipped one finger in the substance and brought it to her mouth. Vegeta watched as her tongue darted out to lap at the concoction before she slowly inserted the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. He sucked in a quick breath at the sight.

"So whatcha waiting for, Vegeta? I thought you were hungry." Well this certainly proved interesting to the Saiyajin no Ouji. He wrapped one arm around her waist as he bent down to take a taste of the whipped cream. 'He must like it,' she decided when his mouth quickly descended back to her sternum to lick the treat off of her. His lips and tongue danced slowly down her body, licking and sucking the combined sweetness of the cream and her natural taste until all that was left was her glistening skin.

When he reached her naval, the trail ended. His eyes darted over to the can beside her before turning back toward the fridge. Scanning quickly over his choices, Vegeta decided to grab the chocolate syrup.

'She wants to play? Then we'll play,' Vegeta thought with a predatory grin. Bulma was shocked when she was shoved roughly back onto the kitchen table. The can of whip cream was knocked to the floor forgotten.

He held her down with one hand pressing firmly on her stomach as he squirted the chocolate onto the top of her thigh. Bulma shivered as the cold condiment ran down the sides of her leg and dripped onto the floor. Vegeta descended until his mouth was just above her skin and hovered there, watching as the contrast of his hot breath on her cold skin caused goose bumps to errupt on her thigh.

The Saiyajin prince then started at her knee and slowly began licking and sucking the delicious substance off of her. He ran his tongue up her inner thigh until in reached the hem of her shorts. The tingling sensations shot straight to her belly, and she groaned. Going back to his starting point, Vegeta began his sweet torture all over again. Bulma squirmed under the stimulation but was subdued by the opressive hand that still rested upon her stomach. Her fist pounded against the table in frustration as he removed his tongue once again.

"You started this," he chuckled. "Now you have to deal with it." He lowered his head to consume the last of the chocolate from her quivering leg. Upon reaching her shorts, he decided that they needed to go. His hands grasped the waist band, and before she had time to realize what he was planning, the obstruction was ripped from her body. Her panties followed.

Grabbing the bottle once more, he dribbled some of the cold substance on her chest, causing her back to arch and her nipples to harden instantly. He grinned as she shivered and brought his hand to her breast, smearing dark brown over her torso.

"Vegeta," Bulma gasped, trembling as she felt his hand glide through the syrup over her breasts and chill her entire body.

"Yes?" he responded, not hiding the satisfaction in his voice as she squirmed within his grasp.

"Please, Vegeta," she groaned in anticipation. He backed away from her momentarily to remove his shirt and tossed it to the floor.

Vegeta then captured her lips with his, filling her mouth with sweetness as he tangled one chocolate covered hand in her hair. The other trailed down over the flat plane of her abdomen until it reached the juncture of her thighs. Running his fingers over her wet folds, he groaned and broke the kiss.

Quickly releasing himself from his pants, Vegeta captured her mouth once again, swallowing her moan as he entered her. Bulma wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders as she melted in his embrace. After a moment, though, he grabbed her hands and slammed them back against the table. She was helpless to do anything but wrap her legs around him and enjoy the ride as he continued to piston in and out of her. Her backbone dug into the wooden surface beneath her with each thrust.

Holding both wrists with one hand, Vegeta's lips descended down her body, licking and sucking the syrup from her neck before moving down her chest. She gasped as she felt the contrast of his breath on her sensitive flesh. Hot and cold. It was too much for her. Her head flailed back and forth as the sensations overwhelmed her. Realizing she was close, he increased his pace as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it almost painfully.

Bulma wailed as her senses went on overload. Her entire body spasmed as the energy flowed through her making the orgasm an almost spiritual experience.

The convulsing of her warm body was too much for him, and seconds later he joined her in ecstatic bliss. When the room was done spinning, Vegeta released his hold on her wrists, and after withdrawing, he sat down on the floor with his back against the fridge. Bulma followed suit, curling up beside him and resting her head on his shoulder.

As the two lied there a panting, sticky mess, Bulma said with a giggle, "Wow, that was the most fun I've ever had with food."

"Yeah, but I'm still hungry," the ouji stated matter of factly. Bulma replied with a playful slap before snuggling back up to her lover. Perfectly content, it was a while before either moved.

***

The grand reopening of Satan Video had been rather uneventful. Rumors claimed that a psycho worked at the store who liked to attack customers. Oddly enough, business hadn't been much slower than usual. The customers had, however, been paying more late fees without complaint. Bulma smirked at the thought. Things had begun to settle into their old routine over the few weeks following, and although the customers had been easier to handle, the novelty soon wore off leaving behind the previous cumbersome feel.

Today was no different. Bulma had to literally force herself to get ready for work, and the ride to the store included the usual pep talk. After the first few minutes or so, the monotony kicked in and her brain set itself on autopilot, allowing her to mindlessly complete her tasks as she yet again pondered her position in life.

What had started out as a simple job while completing college had slowly begun to take up more and more of her focus. Each semester she took fewer classes, unwittingly prolonging the torture of having to stay in the hell hole longer. She should have graduated three years ago.

Her disgust with the place had reached the point that she couldn't even enjoy her off days simply because she knew she'd have to go to work the next day. The time the store had been closed had allowed her to reset, but it didn't last long, and she was once again unable to forget how much she hated her laughable position of authority. Sure she was the boss, but look at what she was the boss of! Did it really matter that she was queen of the video store? No, it was appeasement, nothing more, something to give her a false sense of importance to make it more bearable until she was able to move on. She realized now that time had run up long ago.

Her new contentment gained during vacation was gone the second week she had been back at work. If time away couldn't help her tolerate this place any longer than it did, nothing would. She sighed as she looked up from the new display stand she was assembling just in time to see Vegeta walk by with a stack of videos and grinned despite her mood. 'At least he's always able to distract me,' she thought as she got up in pursuit of her lover.

***

Yamcha was at a loss. He had been avoiding Jenny ever since that incident on her doorstep. Disgust overwhelmed him as he thought about how close he'd been to dragging her upstairs and having his way with her. What was getting to him the most, though, was how much he missed Bulma. He hadn't spoken to her in a while and had instead focused his attention on obtaining the ever elusive evidence of his innocence. He sighed as he wondered just how long it had been since he'd begun doubting its existence. It was time to end this. He would tell Bulma everything he knew and leave the decision up to her, but first, he needed to deal with someone else.

Yamcha sighed once again as he pulled up in front of Jenny's house. He had assumed that the prospect of freeing himself from this nightmare of a woman would've left a better taste in his mouth. Instead, he found himself feeling some strange sense of guilt. It was rather endearing that she thought she was in love with him, no matter how psychotic the young woman had turned out to be.

"Shit." He shook his head with a sad sort of grin. "She tried to blackmail me and here I am feeling sorry for her. All this has really fucked with my head," he laughed. "It's time to get this over with and move on."

With a renewed sense of resolve, he got out of the car and marched confidently to his destination. Jamie was the one who answered the door.

"Back, huh?" he inquired with eyebrow raised and cigarette pressed between his lips.

"I just need to talk to Jenny for a moment," Yamcha replied. The younger male regarded him silently for an uncomfortably long period of time before opening the door further to allow his entry. Jamie led the baseball player to the living room after yelling for his sister to "get her ass down here." He plopped down on the sofa and held his pack of smokes up to the guest.

"No thanks." It was then that Jenny could be heard stomping her way down the stairs.

"What the hell do you want?" she snapped before noticing her visitor. "Oh, Yamcha. I didn't know you were here. What's up?"

"We need to talk."

Jenny glanced expectantly at her brother who was still sitting on the couch. "Do you mind?"

He exhaled a plume of smoke in her direction with a huge grin. "Not at all," Jamie replied, making no move to leave the comfort of the living room. Jenny rolled her eyes.

"Jackass," she spat before grabbing Yamcha's hand. "Come on. We can go to my room."

Yamcha allowed himself to be led up the stairs and into the bedroom of his stalker before pulling his hand away from her. She closed the door behind them and smiled at the object of her affection and insanity.

"I was beginning to worry. I'm glad you decided to come to your senses," she remarked with mock concern as she sauntered over to the bed and sat down before suggestively patting the spot next to her.

"I think you've got the wrong idea as to why I'm here. It's over, Jenny. I know you drugged me to take those pictures and that we never slept together. I've spent the past month trying to find some physical evidence to show Bulma, but I'm through with that. I can't sit here and pretend that I can stomach your company any longer, so it's time for you to find someone else to harass."

He stood near the door watching her as she appeared to be considering his statement. Grinning smugly, she nodded before getting up from the bed and slowly walking towards him.

"Yamcha. Yamcha. Do you really think I'm going to let you go that easily?" Jenny responded as she brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eye. He immediately jerked his head in the opposite direction of the obtrusive hand and stepped back putting more distance between himself and his stalker.

"I don't give a damn what your delusional mind thinks."

"Oh? You mean that you don't care that I know where your ex-girlfriend lives and works?" she quipped, once again closing in on the ball player. The statement quickly caused their roles to switch.

"You leave her out of this!" Yamcha ordered as he turned back towards the young woman.

"I was," Jenny responded with a shrug. "You're the one who's getting her involved. All I ever wanted was for you to forget about her for a while and give us a chance. Of course if the problem is just that you can't get her out of your head, I'm sure I could find a way to eliminate her from the equation permanently." The words had no sooner fallen from her lips when she found herself being slammed painfully into the bedroom wall.

"Don't you dare come anywhere near Bulma or I swear to Kami there won't be anything left of you to be found," he growled as his fists clutched her shirt and continued to press her into the sheetrock.

"Oh, really? You don't have the balls," she smirked and waited for him to respond. She did not expect what was to come next. He let go of her shirt but swiftly implored a new means of restraint by clasping a hand around her throat.

"You think you know all there is to know about me, but you don't," he snarled through clenched teeth as his fist tightened just enough to somewhat hinder her breathing. "When I say that I can dispose of you completely so that there aren't any remains to be found, I am absolutely serious."

He brought his other hand up to her face and allowed his energy to pool there, forming a ball of bright blue light. Jenny could only watch in amazement at the brilliant sight before her. Quickly, though, her amazement turned to terror as he brought the ki ball closer to her face. She screamed as the heat it emitted began to burn, and he gripped her throat even tighter.

"Shut up!" he ordered. Her scream downgraded to a whimper, and the tears that had collected in her eyes began streaming down her face. "Now you will leave Bulma alone, or I will kill you and painfully so. Do you understand?" She nodded repeatedly, and he allowed the ki in his hand to extinguish.

"Good girl," he replied as he patted her cheek. "Now run along and find a new boy to torture, okay?" She nodded again, and the fist that held her throat squeezed tighter for just a second before relaxing. She collapsed into a crying, coughing heap on the floor that the baseball player wordlessly stepped over on his way out of the room.

Yamcha's heart was racing when he got into his car.

"Shit! I can't believe I actually did it and made it believable, too," he cried with a smile as he started the ignition. "I scared the hell out of her." It was then that the smile faded. "I didn't want it to come to this, but she really left me no choice. Besides, why am I sitting here worrying about hurting the feelings of some deranged lunatic anyway?" he questioned as the grin began to return. "I'm free from Jenny, and I've got a relationship waiting to be patched up." With that, Yamcha threw the car in gear and sped off.

When he pulled into the parking lot of Satan Video, he was still high on adrenaline. He hadn't even thought through what he was going to say or what her reaction would be. The only plan he had was to march into the store, drag her to the back room, and confess everything: what happened with Jenny, how she'd tricked both of them, how she would no longer bother them, and how much he loved her and missed her. No sense in ruining his state of euphoria worrying about the details. For once he would be impulsive and just do it without thinking everything through. With any luck, he'd sweep her off her feet, and they'd ride off into the sunset towards their happily ever after.

It was Krillin's smiling face that greeted him as he walked through the door. "Hey, how's it going?"

"Not too bad," he answered with a grin. "Is Bulma around?"

"Yeah, she's somewhere out there," the shorter one replied as he motioned toward the middle of the store.

"Thanks." With that, he left Krillin to his customer and went to seek out his ex.

***

Bulma found her alien lover in the comedy section squatting to put a dvd on the bottom shelf. She crept up slowly and silently with a smirk on her face. He stood up right as she took her place behind him.

"When are you going to learn that you can't sneak up on me?" Her smile fell.

"Well, I had hoped...," she finally responded as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rested her cheek on the back of his shoulder.

***

Yamcha made his way down the center aisle of the store, glancing both directions as he passed each row of videos. A streak of blue seen out of the corner of his eye made him stop. He turned toward it and almost didn't believe his eyes. 'What the fuck? Bulma?? hugging Vegeta?? And he's letting her do it??!!' He stared in astonishment as his mind slowly tried to make sense of the spectacle before him. Bulma's arms were wrapped around the waist of a psychotic alien as her hands intimately caressed his lower abdomen. Yamcha's look of bewilderment then morphed into anger, and his eyes narrowed as his fists clenched tight enough to draw blood.

'How could she? How could she move on so quickly? All this time, I've been trying to prove to her that I've been faithful, yet she didn't even take a moment to grieve over our lost relationship!' His focus turned from the blue haired beauty toward the dangerous alien in front of her. 'Him,' his mind growled. His thoughts turned to that night they first met... the fight that ensued.

It had been a few years ago, during Vegeta's first trip to Earth, not that Yamcha had been aware of that, though. The then rookie ball player had gone to Taco Hell to grab a quick snack before practice. As he was leaving the establishment, he accidentally bumped into a short, strangely dressed man with hair that looked like the end of a paintbrush.

"Sorry," the human replied with a smile as he moved to step around the man, but the alien just glared at him as if he'd killed his cat or something. Slightly miffed, Yamcha walked past him mumbling something about assholes who need to lighten up. Unfortunately, the comment was heard by the alien prince who became enraged at the blatant disrespect.

'How dare he?' his mind demanded as he turned toward the human. "I am Vegeta, Saiyajin no Ouji. Apologize for your insolence, and I might let you live," he announced. Yamcha stared in disbelief before cracking up in laughter much to the prince's dismay.

"Me... apologize to you? Are you nuts? If anything, it should be the other way around, buddy," he replied, still chuckling at the absurdity of the strange man's statement.

Vegeta growled as he launched himsef at the human who had the audacity to mock him. The fight had been extremely short and had resulted in Yamcha being knocked unconscious after crashing into the convenient store nearby. He awoke amidst a pile of bricks, broken beer bottles, and various snack foods and discovered a couple of nasty gashes on his face.

Yamcha shook his head to clear the memory. Vegeta may have been stronger than him, but damned if he cared. Bulma was his!

The two lovers heard an anguished wail pierce through the monotone surroundings of the store. Releasing Vegeta, Bulma turned toward the noise and could barely recognize the enraged face of her ex-boyfriend as he tackled the alien prince, knocking him into the row of shelves and sending it crashing to the floor. Bulma quickly backed away from the dilapidated row of videos where Yamcha was currently lying atop her lover.

A million thoughts and questions raced through her head, but the most prominent was 'Vegeta's going to kill him!' It echoed mercilessly through her brain as Vegeta quickly recovered and shoved the human off of him and into the opposite row of video tapes causing it to capsize as well. But before the row had even crashed into the next, Yamcha had launched himself at the alien, once again taking the offensive position. Bulma could only watch the spectacle in horror as the falling shelves knocked over the subsequent ones like dominos, creating a chaotic backdrop for the fight.

Vegeta was caught off guard by the tenacity of his human attacker and caught a fist with the left side of his jaw. Forcing himself to ignore the confusion of how the man had been able to make contact, the prince focused, blocking the second punch and quickly countering with his own fist to Yamcha's gut.

Once the ripple effect of the falling shelves had completed and the row closest to the checkout had fallen, Krillin was able to see what was going on just as Yamcha doubled over and Vegeta followed up with an elbow to his upper back.

"Holy shit," the bald man mumbled with face blanched before he snapped out of it and began evacuating the store. This proved to be a somewhat difficult task at first, since many of the customers found the fight to be rather interesting. That is until the ki blast Vegeta deflected took out a fairly large portion of the store. The by-standers suddenly couldn't leave fast enough.

Piccolo emerged from the back room shortly after the blast took out half the drama section. The sight before him was almost humorous. Vegeta and Yamcha were duking it out amongst a pile of videos and overturned shelves while Bulma vainly attempted to get their attention. Krillin appeared to be running the last of the customers out of the store as Yamcha was knocked to the ground once again. The human landed on a broken section of metal shelving and ripped a four foot long section of mangled shelf from the framework, intent on slamming the jagged piece of metal into Vegeta's head.

Piccolo sighed as he noticed the insane look on the human's face. He was running purely on emotion. Logic was no longer part of the equation, and Bulma was still right next to them trying to gain their attention. Neither of the fighters seemed to even notice her. Yamcha flung the shelf at his foe who easily jumped backward avoiding the contact.

"Shit!" the green alien exclaimed as he dashed toward the brawl. Piccolo snatched Bulma up by the waist and was just able to pull her to safety before the scrap of metal flew past where she had just been standing. The Namekseijin flew a safe distance from the fight and landed next to Krillin near the front door. The store manager looked shell shocked.

"That would've hit me," she commented in disbelief.

"Yeah, maybe next time you'll remember to not get so close when there's a serious fight going on." Bulma only nodded, never once taking her eyes off of the two who were doing more damage to the store than each other.

Yamcha's energy was quickly being depleted. He shook his head in an attempt to help himself focus and sent droplet of sweat flying in every direction. He launched himself once again at the object of his hate with a flurry of punches and kicks which Vegeta was able to dodge or block almost effortlessly.

"Come on, now," the prince taunted as the scarred warrior continued to wear himself out. "You started this fight. I hope you can do better than this," he laughed not expecting the fury-driven man to actually respond.

"Why her?" Yamcha surprised his opponent with the statement allowing a punch to connect with Vegeta's nose. He stumbled back a step before catching himself. "Why, out of all the women on Earth, did it have to be her?" Yamcha demanded again but this time with more urgency. Crimson blood trickled down over Vegeta's lips, and he spat on the floor before responding.

"Why not?" the prince laughed as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand, thoroughly enjoying the discomfort of his opponent. Yamcha clenched his fists as he stood opposite the alien.

"This is all just a sick game to you, isn't it? My punishment for pissing you off? Shit, I bet you started seducing my girlfriend the minute you found out she was mine."

Vegeta smirked before responding to the human's question. "So what if I did?" he taunted.

"Fuck! That's why she broke up with me,"he growled to himself, turning away as he began to put the pieces together. 'She said it had nothing to do with Jenny, but I didn't believe her. She was fucking having an affair,' his mind screamed.

Bulma squirmed in Piccolo's arms as she tried to get loose. 'What the hell are they talking about over there?' she wondered. "Will you let me go already?" she yelled in frustration at the green alien.

"So you can get yourself killed? No." Bulma gave up and resumed watching the argument from the safety of the front of the store. No doubt that Vegeta would fill her in later, anyway.

The taunting smile quickly left the prince as he listened to the human's ramblings, and his eyes narrowed as the implication of Yamcha's words hit him. 'She never fucking told him.'

"That lying bitch!" he snarled as he tackled the human, knocking both of them past the checkout counter and through one of the large, plate glass windows. The two skidded across the parking lot before coming to a halt a few feet from where the customers had gathered to continue watching the fight. The alien prince swiftly got to his feet and began pacing back and forth as he thought about this new information, stopping only to kick Yamcha in the ribs when he started to stir.

Krillin and Piccolo quickly exited the store with Bulma in tow.

'How dare she?! I'm the Saiyajin no Ouji not some ningen fool!' He watched as Yamcha slowly pushed himself off the concrete and onto his knees. The human spit out a tooth and some blood before rising to his feet. 'Pathetic, this whole fucking race!'

He stormed up to his woman's ex-lover, and the almost completely exhausted Yamcha put all his effort into one final punch thrown at the Ouji's face. Vegeta easily side stepped the attack, allowing the human to stumble past him. The prince turned toward his assailant and kicked him in the lower back, causing him to fall into the numerous shards of broken glass directly in front of the store.

Vegeta then calmly brought both palms together and began powering up a massive ki attack. Yamcha achingly pulled himself into a half sitting position facing the rage-filled Saiyajin and welcomed the imminent blast. 'It's all over anyway. Bulma's gone and to Vegeta no less.' The thought literally brought bile to his throat. He was completely spent. He looked up to the glowing palms of his adversary and smiled sadly as he spread his arms out to the side.

"Do it."

"My pleasure."

Piccolo, who'd been watching in stunned silence and was still holding Bulma, finally snapped out of his stupor. He shoved the woman into the arms of the equally shocked Krillin before hurling himself toward the fallen human.

"Final flash!" Vegeta hollered as the energy began to pour from his hands.

Bulma screamed in horror as the scene appeared in slow motion before her. Her bloody and broken ex-boyfriend was sitting in a pile of shattered glass, welcoming the fact that his life was about to be ended by the enormous blast of energy formed by the hands of her current lover, and then there was Piccolo.

'What is he doing?' she wondered.

Then everything sped up to normal suddenly, and a huge explosion knocked the remaining customers off their feet and across the parking lot. When the great flash of light died down, the rumbling of the earth stopped, and the dust and debris settled, Bulma found herself being shielded from danger by a friend.

"You okay?" Krillin asked as he helped her to her feet. She quickly patted herself down and brushed some of the dust off of her.

"Yeah, I think so..." She trailed off. "Yamcha!!"

Krillin chuckled as she shoved him out of the way. "Don't worry, Bulma."

She looked up and saw Piccolo dropping her ex on the sidewalk. Relief flooded over her, but it only lasted a second as she focused her attention slightly behind the duo. Her eyes stared unblinkingly as her mouth hung open in disbelief. It was gone! Completely demolished by the blast. The store that had stood there only moments earlier was now little more than a crater and a few mangled support beams.

A menacing growl snapped Bulma out of her astonishment as she turned toward the still very irate Saiyajin prince.

***

Goku and Chi Chi carefully made their way to their seats in the already darkened theater. They'd already almost spilt their load of goodies a few times: twice in the lobby and once again as they tiptoed past a group of people already seated. Chi Chi was glad the previews had already started. At least then no one would be able to see her. It was bad enough that her date had insisted on buying such mass quantities of snacks, but he then had the nerve to ask her to carry some of it! Through much deliberation, she had reluctantly agreed to carry the drink holder and a bag containing several packages of candy, leaving him to carry his two large tubs of popcorn, dozen hotdogs, and several trays of nachos. The two of them needed two extra seats just for all the food!

When he'd finally gotten all of his snacks situated, Chi Chi disdainfully shoved her load into his lap.

"Want some?" Goku offered as he held a bucket of popcorn towards her. Any irritation she held towards him was gone when he smiled warmly at her.

"Sure," she responded, grabbing a drink and a handful of popcorn. It was then that Goku first noticed the strange ki fluctuations. He ignored it initially, reasoning that Vegeta was either training or having another temper tantrum. It was after he felt Vegeta's ki spike drastically that he began to worry. A few minutes later he was able to sense his friends power up as well. That was when he knew something had to be wrong.

'And the movie just now started, too!' his mind complained. "Uh Chi, I hate to do this to you, but I gotta go," he stated before devouring one bucket of popcorn in two seconds flat.

"What?" she asked in disbelief. "Go where?"

"I'm sorry. My friends are in trouble." He then guzzled one of his drinks.

"What? How?"

"I don't have time to explain right now," he said as he set the drink holder in her lap and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm sorry." And with that, he was gone leaving her in the theater with his huge pile of food.

"Son Goku!!"

The second he was outside the theater, Goku took to the air and sped off in the direction of his friends. It was a quick flight, and he was surprised when it brought him to Satan Video, well what was left of it anyway. 'What happened?' he wondered in complete amazement as he looked at the pile of rubble that was once his place of employment. He quickly snapped himself out of his state of shock and turned toward Vegeta who happened to be pummeling Piccolo ruthlessly into the sidewalk.

"Vegeta! Let him go!" Goku yelled as he dashed toward his roommate. Vegeta's fist halted in midair as he realized for the first time that Goku was there. He glanced at the fellow Saiyajin but never released his hold on Piccolo's shirt.

"Kakarotto, this is none of your concern, and if you feel the need to interrupt, be prepared to take his place as my punching bag." He then turned back toward the object of his wrath.

"Vegeta, please!" Bulma pleaded as she ran up next to Goku. The ouji stiffened.

"Bitch, it would be in your best interest to stay the hell away from me," he snarled causing the female to step back in shock. Goku put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly, reassuring his life-long friend before turning back to his enraged roommate.

"Alright, Vegeta. Put Piccolo down, and we can get out of here. You can tell me what happened," he requested, grinning as it had the desired effect. Vegeta's eyes widened momentarily before the prince began to chuckle. The onlookers quickly turned to Goku in confusion.

"I have no desire to sit down and talk things out with you," he snorted. "That's the problem with these Earthlings. They talk too fucking much. If they'd just settle things through strength, there'd be a lot less problems."

It was then that the sirens could be heard. Krillin glanced nervously between the three aliens, and Bulma refused to be silent any longer.

"Vegeta, let him go, damn it! You've caused enough shit tonight. Just leave before the police get here. I've already got my hands full with what's happened. I don't need the cops trying to arrest you for assault, too!" He gave Piccolo one last punch which sent him sailing into the rubble. He then turned to his lover with a smug grin on his face.

"As if they could," he chided.

"I know! And that's precisely the problem!" she yelled in exasperation.

"I bet it is," he growled, his anger restored. Bulma's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.

"What?" she asked stepping forward. The prince backed away from her just as quickly.

"Fuck this," he mumbled as he powered up and shot into the peaceful night sky. Bulma watched for a moment before turning toward Goku with a sigh. The screeching of tires caught both of their attention, though, as the police cars showed up followed shortly by the fire deptarment and EMS.

AN: Well Bob, it looks like we get to watch the place burn after all! *pulls out lawn chairs and cooler* Too bad it's two years after the fact, but oh well. Better late than never, right?

Next time: Will Vegeta and Bulma come to an agreement? Will Mr. Satan have a coronary when he finds out what happened? Find out in the final chapter of Satan Video!

Damn, I'm corny! >.<