Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Lunch Date? ( Chapter 5 )

Hola. I'm back. This story had no point other than allowing me to vent my frustrations at my job. I realized that I had no idea where I was going with this, so I sat down and planned the rest of the plot (if you can call it that.) Anyway it's going to be several chapters long, so if anyone is actually enjoying this stupid little story, don't worry. More is on the way. On with the fun!!!

DISCLAIMER: Again I own nada, nothing, zilch. If I did I wouldn't be writing silly stuff like this.

Chapter 4: Lunch date?

It was almost lunch time and Bulma was getting hungry as well as bored. She got up from her computer and jumped in the shower. As the water rinsed over her, she tried to decide what to do today. She didn't have to work, which was rare, and she hadn't already made plans for once. Yamcha was at work today. She was happy that he had a job he actually enjoyed, but she hated that his baseball practice took up most of his time. They rarely saw each other, since their schedules usually conflicted.

She hadn't checked to see if any of her friends were off today or not. "Guess I'll give them a call in a little while." She finished her shower and got dressed. She sat down on the couch and called Goku. Vegeta answered the phone,

"What?"

"Hi Vegeta. How's it going?" No response. "This is Vegeta isn't it?"

"Yes. Who's this and what do you want?" He was beginning to get annoyed.

"Oh. Sorry. This is Bulma. I called to bug Goku for a little bit."

"He's not here."

"Oh. Well, do you know when he'll be back?"

"Sometime this afternoon. Someone didn't show up at work this morning so he filled in. I'd have told them to kiss my ass. He's too nice to those morons."

"Well crap. I was going to see if he wanted to go get some lunch with me," she thought out loud. It was silent for a moment. Not wanting to be rude, she extended the invitation to him. "Well, what about you?"

"What?"

"You want to grab some food with me? My treat," she persuaded.

"Why not," he replied apathetically.

"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour. See ya." Bulma hung up the phone and got her shoes on. 'Maybe we just had a bad start the other day. He seemed reasonably nice just then,' she thought, wondering if she had made a big mistake.

Vegeta went to the closet and grabbed his last pair of clean pants. 'I guess I'll be doing laundry when I get back.' He got dressed and watched TV while waiting for Bulma. 'She better not annoy the shit out of me like last time,' he thought while flipping through the channels. There was nothing on except soap operas, court TV, and a cooking show. 'Man, I wish we could afford cable. Hey that looks good.' A small amount of drool was forming in the corner of his mouth as the man on TV presented the finished plate to the camera. 'She needs to hurry up. I'm starving.' Just as the thought entered his head, there was a knock on the door.

Vegeta opened the door and greeted his guest with the usual stern look.

"And good morning to you too Vegeta," Bulma said as she smiled ever so sweetly. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at her. "Let's go before I starve." The walked down the sidewalk to the parking lot and got in her car.

"So do you have any preference in food?" she asked her grumpy companion. He shook his head as he looked out the window. "Well, there's this Chinese buffet. It's all you can eat and Goku hasn't been kicked out yet, which means it really is all you can eat. That sound alright?"

Vegeta nodded and they drove off. When they got there, Bulma got one plate piled full and sat down. Vegeta came to the table with two full plates and went back for two more. He sat down with his four plates of food and proceeded to inhale the food at a disturbing speed. The only difference between his eating habits and Goku's was the fact that all the food was going into his mouth. Goku manages to get it all over the place in the process. Bulma just shook her head and smiled as she turned her attention to her own plate. When she finished eating, she thought she'd attempt to have a conversation with him.

"So, how long have you known Goku?" Vegeta glanced up at her. He was already on his third plate, but he was still eating and really didn't want to be bothered. He stared at her for a moment before he swallowed the large mouthful of food.

"I met him about 5 or 6 years ago. I had come to this planet with his brother to find him. He was one of the few surviving Saiyajin, and we thought he would want to join us. Anyway he didn't want to, because this was the only home he had known or some crap like that. He said that if I ever wanted to stay on Earth, I was welcome to stay with him. I laughed at the thought. Why would I want to stay on such a technologically unadvanced planet? But when the other Saiyajin were killed, I really had no where else to go." He went back to stuffing his face realizing he told her a lot more than he had meant to.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but you'll like it here. Just give it a chance."

Vegeta devoured the food from his last plate and went back for more. "Looks like we won't be leaving soon," Bulma mumbled, but she was surprised when he only came back with one more. They sat in silence as he finished his meal. Upon emptying the fifth plate, Vegeta stretched and patted his stomach.

"I guess you're done," Bulma said smiling. Vegeta nodded and they got up to leave.

When they got back to his place, he thanked her for lunch and started walking toward his apartment. "See ya later," she called to him. He lifted his hand in a mock wave, and kept walking.

'Strange,' she thought before considering the fact that he was an alien, and that his behavior could be considered perfectly polite where he is from. On the way back to her place, she decided that after eating all that food, she would take a nap when she got home.

Vegeta opened the door to his apartment to be greeted by his roommate. "Hey

Vegeta," Goku called from the couch.

"I thought you were at work today."

"Yeah, Krillin showed up so I got to leave. So where've you been?"

"Lunch," Vegeta replied.

"Where'd you go? You don't have any money. Oh I see. You've been holding out on me. Well if that's the case, you're buying groceries tonight." Goku's eyes lit up with joy.

"No, baka. I'm still broke until I get paid. Bulma took me to lunch." Goku's eyes widened.

"Bulma, huh? I never would've thought.," he trailed off, and Vegeta rolled his eyes at the absurd insinuation. He then decided to have some fun with his friend.

"Yeah, apparently she wants me bad. She could barely keep her hands off me while we were eating. The drive home was pretty interesting as well. I almost felt sorry for her when I told her that she wasn't fit for a prince and to get her filthy hands off me." Vegeta had a cocky grin on his face as he waited for Goku's reaction.

"YOU WHAT???? Damn it Vegeta, didn't I tell you to be nice to her for my sake?" Vegeta shook his head and chuckled a little. "Well, you didn't tell me that 'being nice' to her included sexual favors."

"That's not what I meant, but you didn't have to be so rude to her!"

"Kakarotto, you are just too easy." Goku raised his eyebrow as he tried to figure out what his roommate was getting at. "I was joking, you idiot. She called here planning on taking you, but when you weren't around, she invited me." Goku pouted.

"I was gonna get to eat real food, and she took you instead? That's not fair."

"Quit your whining. It's not my fault you weren't here," Vegeta said as he kicked his friend's feet out of the way and sat down on the couch. "So what do you want to do tonight?" Goku thought about it for a moment before his face acquired the excited expression a small child does at Christmas.

"I've got a movie!" Vegeta fell off the couch and shook his head as he slowly got up.

Meanwhile...

When Bulma got back to her apartment, she lied down on the couch and watched TV for a while. She was too full to do anything, but realized she wasn't tired enough to fall asleep. She lounged lazily for a while until the phone rang. It took some effort, but she pulled herself from the couch and answered the phone.

It was Yamcha. "Hey babe, whatcha doing?"

"Just warming the couch, watching TV," she replied groggily.

"Did you just wake up or something? You sound tired."

"No. I just ate too much and I haven't recovered yet."

"Where'd you go?"

"That Chinese place down the street."

"Who went with you?"

"Well I called to invite Goku, but he wasn't home, so I took his roommate Vegeta." Yamcha was silent for a moment. He hadn't realized Goku's new roommate was the Saiyajin who'd come to earth a few years back, and Bulma was unaware that he was already acquainted with the shorter man.

"Hello, Yamcha? You still there?"

"Yeah I'm here. I'm just surprised at your choice of companionship. I'd have thought you'd take Krillin or Chi Chi when Goku wasn't home."

"Well I had already mentioned that I wanted to take Goku to lunch. I didn't want to be rude. Besides he's new at work and he probably appreciated the fact that someone was interested in getting to know him."

"He's working with you!" Yamcha couldn't contain his shock. 'Am I in the

Twilight Zone or something?' he thought.

"Yes. What is the problem?" Bulma was really getting annoyed with her lover's bazaar behavior. "Is there something I should know?"

"What? No. I'm just surprised that's all." Yamcha did not want to admit that the last time he and Vegeta met, he got his ass kicked very badly over a trivial argument. Bulma wasn't buying it but didn't feel like dragging it out of him at the moment.

"Alright. Well, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye babe," he replied before they both hung up. She shook her head as she reclaimed her spot on the couch.

'I wonder what his problem is,' she thought before turning her attention back to the TV. This time she fell asleep easily.

A little slow, I know, but I had to build some sort of acceptance between the two of them, so she appealed to his stomach. Here are a few notes about the last chapter in case anyone is curious. Piccolo's unclear origin is based on my friend from Cambodia who most people assumed was Hispanic despite his obviously asian name. I guess he should have worn his name tag more. The people in the bathroom never actually happened although I always considered it a very real possibility. And unfortunately yes, you can hear what's going on in the other bathroom through the drain. Pretty gross, huh?

Next time: Vegeta and Bulma have a weird day at work.