Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Unexpected Conversations ( Chapter 16 )

Ah yes, the stalker finally gets a name.

Chapter 15: Unexpected Conversations

Yamcha woke up to the door bell ringing. He groaned and glanced at the clock next to his bed.

"8 AM? Who'd come over so early?" He knew it wasn't Bulma. She wasn't a morning person, not to mention the fact that she had to work last night. He begrudgingly pulled himself out of bed and went to go answer the door.

"Who is it?" he asked as he made it into the foyer.

"Jenny."

"Jenny? I don't know a Jenny," he mumbled under his breath and proceeded to open the door. `Oh shit! She knows where I live, too!!??' his mind screamed when he saw her standing on his front porch. "What the hell do you want?"

"Well, silly if you won't return my calls, this is the only way we can sort out our issues."

"Our issues?! The only issue I have with you is the fact that you won't leave me alone!"

"You keep saying that, but you just don't seem to realize that we were meant to be together. Your precious Bulma doesn't appreciate you. She can't love you the way I do." The gravity in the foyer seemed to double just then as an eerie feeling settled in his stomach.

"I never told you her name," he said in almost a whisper.

"You didn't have to. I know a lot about you, Yamcha. So are you going to invite me in?" she asked with a smile.

"Hell, no and if you don't get out of here right now, I'm calling the cops."

"Oh? And just what are you going to tell them? I'm not exactly doing anything wrong here."

"You're trespassing. Hell if we were in Texas*, I could legally shoot you." She raised her eyebrow at his bizarre remark before shaking her head.

"Right. Well, sweetie we're not in Texas, but if you want me to leave so badly, I will. Just remember this; you can't avoid me forever, and eventually Bulma will grow tired of you, if she hasn't already." That being said, she gave him a smile as she turned to go back to her car.

"What the fuck is wrong with that woman?" he asked himself as he closed the door. He hit his head against the door a few times. "How do I manage to get myself into these screwed up situations?" He shook his head as he went into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

Bulma woke up with Vegeta's powerful arm wrapped around her. She smiled to herself, content to be entangled with his limbs except for the fact that her muscles were begging to be stretched. She tried to ignore them as long as she could, but she was fighting a losing battle. No longer able to hold it off, her arms and legs extended out in opposing directions and her back arched, earning a few pops here and there. Unfortunately, her actions caused the wrinkle to return between her lover's eyebrows as he was slowly pulled back to the waking world.

His grip on her waist tightened as he buried his face further into her neck and tried to hold on to the fleeting state of slumber. He sighed as he realized his attempts were futile and opened his eyes to give the woman in his arms an angry look.

"Good morning to you too, grumpy," she said playfully.

"You just had to start squirming and wake me up," he growled, unsuccessful in his intimidation attempt.

"I'm so sorry your highness." He would have liked the statement were it not dripping with sarcasm. He was about to utter a brilliant comeback when he was interrupted by his stomach. She giggled as she got up and sauntered over to the bathroom. He shook his head, and he got up to retrieve his boxers from the living room floor on his way to the kitchen.

Bulma joined him once she was dressed. She sat down with a cup of coffee and watched him assess her food stores.

"Don't eat everything, okay." He just grinned at her as he sat down next to her with a gallon of milk, an unopened box of cereal, and large bowl. It took only a few minutes for the appetizer to disappear. "I don't think I'll ever get used to how much you eat," she added with a slight giggle.

"Well, it's simple really. Our bodies use a lot more energy than humans, so we must consume more in order to sustain it." Vegeta noticed that she appeared to be deep in thought. "What?" She shook her head.

"Just thinking." He rolled his eyes.

"Yes that much was obvious. About?"

"How strange it is really, you and I,…our races specifically. We look so much alike, but there are so many little differences I've noticed. I guess I'm just curious as to how many more there are." Vegeta just shrugged, not really knowing what to say in response.

"I'm sorry. There I go overanalyzing things again. Old habits die hard I guess," she said to herself. That caught his attention. His head tilted as he looked at her curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not important," she sighed as she shook her head. Well, now he was more interested than ever. He pulled her into his lap so that she was straddling his thighs, forcing her to make eye contact with him.

"Now you've sparked my curiosity, and I'm not going to let you go until you tell me," he said, playfulness dancing in his eyes, as he grinned at her. She placed her hands on his cheeks as she touched her forehead to his.

"You do realize how much of a pain in the ass you are, right?"

"Of course," he laughed.

"Alright," she replied as she released her grip on his head and looked at him. "You've heard of Capsule Corporation, haven't you?" He nodded. "Of course," she said with a hint of disgust. "Well, my father is president of the company and inventor of the capsule." He nodded again.

"What does that have to do with old habits?" he asked as he rested his head on her shoulder. She leaned her head into his and began lightly running her fingers over his upper back as she continued.

"I'm getting there. At a very young age my father had shown me how most of his less complicated inventions worked. I was fascinated by them, and began trying to build my own. When I was 12, I talked him into letting me work in the lab on real projects."

"So you were working for your dad? Didn't that make things easier for you?" He turned his head slightly to kiss her shoulder before returning back to his resting spot.

"Yes and no, but both are the problem." He was truly confused by that remark, and he leaned back to meet her eyes. She saw the question on his face and sighed, realizing she was going to have to explain more about her life than she wanted to. "Well, on the one hand, everything was given to me. Hell, that company would be mine right now if I had stayed." He raised his eyebrow at the interesting revelation.

"But I didn't want the position just because it was my father's company. I'm just as brilliant as he is, but no one sees that. They just see a parent who was going to hand over a multibillion dollar company to his only child, whom he blindly trusted, and they didn't like it."

"They?"

"The board members, executives, hell most everyone at the company. The people I worked with in the lab had confidence in my scientific capabilities, but even they had doubts as to my business knowledge. In all honesty, I didn't want it either. I was perfectly content where I was. My father was hoping to retire, though, and didn't want a replacement that he couldn't trust to respect the ideals on which he founded the company." Vegeta sat silently as he absorbed all this information, but something still didn't make sense.

"I still don't understand why you left, though."

"Ah, part two of my parental conflict. Well, being the only child of a highly respected corporate founder does have its downside which was the ever present concern for the Briefs' reputation. Everything I ever did was a reflection on him, therefore the standard was simple: perfection. That's all I was ever allowed to be. One time I got a B on one of my research papers. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. And then there was high school," she said with a laugh. Again, he looked at her questioningly, and this only made her laugh more. She ran one of her hands through his gravity-defying hair and smiled as he closed his eyes for a moment. When he reopened them, the quizzical expression returned as well.

"I'm sure you would agree if I said I was stubborn." He nodded. "Well, imagine what that stubbornness could have done as an angry adolescent with the fate of Capsule Corp soon to be on her shoulders. I did what any normal teenager would do: any and every thing to piss my parents off," she declared with the most wicked grin he had ever seen on her beautiful face. She wrapped her arms around his neck a planted a light kiss on his lips. "If I weren't the mature woman I am now, you would be a very powerful weapon against their sanity." She pretended to be on the phone. "Yeah mom, dad, I'm sleeping with an alien. How does that grab ya?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled at her little show.

"So what did you do to piss them off?"

"Why so curious?" He shrugged.

"You got off on this detailed explanation and then skipped the best part. You can't leave me hanging like that." She rolled her eyes and stared at him a few moments.

"I feel like I'm in a confessional. Well anyway, I started smoking, drinking, drugs, skipping school, going out all night, sometimes I would bring guys home." Vegeta had a fake look of shock on his face, and she slapped him in the shoulder. "You asked, jerk."

"Party girl, huh? So what happened after you did all these things?"

"Well, they threatened to send me away to one of those boarding schools. I told them not to bother and moved out." He nodded. He was a little surprised to hear that she had been taking drugs, but he was on an alien planet, a strange one at that, and still not entirely clear on the acceptance of such things. He was under the impression that drugs were looked down upon, and yet so many people he'd met were using them. `Such a bizarre planet,' he thought.

"How old were you when you moved out?" Vegeta asked.

"Damn, if I answer this, will it be my turn to interrogate you?"

"If you want." He shrugged as he began absent mindedly playing with one of the spaghetti straps of her top.

"17."

"Have you been living here since then?"

"Okay, I thought that was the last one," she said, glaring at him although it was obvious that she was not angry.

"I can't help it if each answer I get only leaves me with more questions." She shook her head and grinned.

"No actually I moved around a lot, different roommates and such. I've been here almost two years. I sometimes miss the company of a roommate, but I like being completely on my own for once." She paused for a moment. "So, your father was king, huh?" Vegeta laughed as he scratched his head.

"Yes, that would be the case," he replied with a strange expression on his face that she couldn't decipher.

"What? It's my turn to question you."

"Maybe so, but I don't really feel like talking about that right now. Perhaps a more cheerful subject." He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and looked up into her blue eyes.

"Some other time then?" she asked, receiving a nod in response. "I bet you're still hungry. I know I am."

"Famished," he said, releasing Bulma from his lap so she could place her coffee cup in the sink and inspect the contents of the fridge.

"So, what do you want?"

"Everything."

"Right." She rolled her eyes. "How about pancakes?"

Thirty minutes and a whole box of pancake mix later…

Bulma finished her breakfast and got up to check her answering machine. Noticing there were two messages awaiting her from the previous night, she decided to listen to them.

"Bulma, its Chi Chi. I'm just checking to see when you're coming by the club. Let me know when your next night off is. Bye!"

"Hey babe, it's me. Give me a call when you can." Vegeta was still eating when he heard Yamcha's voice on the machine and almost choked. She checked the clock on the microwave and decided to give him a call in a little while. She turned her attention back to Vegeta and was a little surprised to see the look of displeasure on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said as he got up to put his plate in the sink. Bulma raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Okay, I can clearly see something is bothering you." He turned around and met her gaze.

"Are you still with that pathetic boyfriend of yours?" Bulma was a little surprised by the question.

"What? Well technically, but," she started to explain when Vegeta waved his hands and interrupted.

"I'm going to go," he stated completely devoid of emotion. He went into the living room to get the rest of his clothes, and Bulma followed him in there.

"Vegeta?" His back was turned to her as he put his shirt on, then his pants and boots. "Will you look at me, damn it?!" He let out an irritated sigh and turned around.

"What?"

"Is that what's got you so pissed? The fact that I haven't gotten around to breaking it off with him yet?"

"I don't care. It's your business."

"Well, good because I don't have to justify my actions to you or anyone else. Maybe I should remind you that he was still my boyfriend the night of the party when you decided to kiss me." The two stared at each other without blinking for a few moments.

"You're right," he chuckled, shaking his head as walked out the front door.

Bulma stood there gawking at the door for a moment before storming into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and quickly stripped off her clothing. She climbed into the shower and stood under the spray trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

`Damn, I shouldn't have said that to him, but what was I supposed to do? He really has no right to get upset because my boyfriend called me. He knew what he was getting himself into from the beginning. Then why do I still feel bad? I know I should've broken it off with Yamcha already, and I still plan to. It's not my fault I haven't had the chance to do it yet.'

"What a mess," she mumbled as she began to wash her hair. `Okay, here's the plan. I'm going to call Yamcha, see what he wanted, and finally break up with him. Maybe by then, Vegeta will have calmed down and I can go talk to him.' She couldn't help it, but the way he reacted brought her a smile. `At least I know that I'm not the only one feeling a little something here. I just hope things don't turn sour before we even get a chance to explore it.' She rinsed her hair and turned off the shower. Once she got dressed, she called Yamcha.

"Hey I got your message. What's up?"

"We really need to talk. You want to meet me for lunch somewhere?"

"Well, I just ate, but I'll meet you wherever you want."

"Uh, how about that coffee shop down the street from your place?"

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit."

"Bye babe." She hung up the phone and went to put her shoes on. She grabbed her keys and opened the door only to find a manila envelope lying on her doorstep. She picked it up and noticed it had `Bulma' written on it but nothing else. She closed her door and walked back to the kitchen table where she put her keys down and began to open it. She pulled the contents of the envelope out and laid them on the table. On top was a note that said, "Thought you might want to know what your boyfriend has been up to lately."

A wrinkle formed between her eyebrows as she laid the note down to pick up the other item. It was a photograph of Yamcha asleep, apparently naked although a blanket covered him from the waist down. Cuddled up next to him was a woman with long brown hair and her arm draped over his chest.

"That son of a bitch!!!"

Well, now she knows. Will she be able to forget about it, since she was going to dump him anyway, or will that temper of hers turn her into a hypocrite? Will she and Vegeta work out their problems? Will the others find out about our favorite couple's secret. I already know, but hey, I gotta give you something to think about until next week.

*Just a note, back about 8 years ago when I took government, I vaguely remember one class we were discussing obsolete laws that were still technically in effect. I believe shooting trespassers was one of them. There was also something about horse thieves, cheating wives, and some religious something. I wish I could remember all of them as well as the details, because it was pretty damn funny, but unfortunately, my mind only remembers things it deems as important, such as lyrics to songs I heard 10 years ago. Oh well. Anyway, I slept through government a lot, so I can't say for sure if these are real or not. Besides, it's not as if anyone would actually get away with doing such ridiculous things anyway. I just thought it would be something interesting to throw in there.

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