Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Cousin ❯ Summer Nights ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. I make no capital as a result of this Fanfiction, it is purely for entertainment. All original plots and characters © ErieDragon 2002.

Author's Note: Oh man.. I am so sorry about how late this is. The end of school really stressed me out, and I had writer's block on this for what seemed like ever, then I left on vacation for two weeks. It should be smooth sailing now.. Once I got back into the groove, I finished this chapter like nothin else. I know it isn't as long as the others, but it ended nicely so yeah.. At least I'm getting out of the kop rut I had been in. Reviews are important, obviously, so I thank everyone who's been so awesome so far. Anyways, here we go!

Chapter 5

Summer Nights

~*~

Ona gazed out the window. Her eyes were glassy, her expression distant as her face rested upon her two palms.

Out there is the universe. She blinked once. Hundreds of millions of stars. Billions of planets. She let out a deep sigh at the sheer expanses, which constituted what humans called "space." And billions of peoples, races. Ona's eyes were drawn from her fixation on the stars to the moon, which glimmered an eerie pale silver. An infinity of individuals. Her heart skipped a beat at this realization, the pure thought of every single being in the universe too overwhelming for even the greatest of mathematicians. The solar system, the galaxy. This is how these Earthlings saw the universe, never knowing the true greatness of the anomaly itself. Probably thousands of galaxies, all watched over. Protected, even.

These thoughts were so profound to her, the Saiyan felt herself curl up closer to the window sill which she had adopted for her midnight awakenings. Although she knew this was where she was intended to be, Ona still woke up almost every night with cold sweats. She never dreamt, and she never dazed. Only at night, when she would prop her elbows against the small windowsill, overlooking Capsule Corp.'s rich, green lawns and stout, emerald saplings. Tanjua had always opted to sleep outdoors, and his slumbering form could be seen beneath the canopy of a matured oak tree some ways off. Ona smiled to herself; the San had left his only life on Gaija to be with her here, and now had left his mistress to her training. Although Tanjua had not appreciated this change in attitude and partnership, he had become accustomed to it and now spent his time mildly helping Bulma and Mrs. Briefs in their daily routines. The massive dog had a talent in hanging clothing, and didn't mind strapping wet sponges to his feet and parading around the kitchen.

Ona, on the other hand, had taken a different approach to life on Earth. She refrained from reminding herself that she was actually an Earthling, arguing that the title was merely in birth, not in heart and body. There was another one on this desolate rock who knew how it felt to be the foreigner, but he was one of the most difficult to get along with. Although Ona, having the rare insight of being a pure Saiyan and knowing it, trained and worked with Vegeta on a regular basis. Though sometimes, their small differences set them apart.

~*~

"One. Two. One. Two," Ona would send out one powerful blow, then another. Her body moved with perfect fluidity, sending a shock through the gravity room with each heavy step. Vegeta was following a similar routine on the other side of the main simulator, often jerking his eyes when her slight form would zip at an impossible speed from one end of the room to the other.

Suddenly, the video holo on the wall sprouted up, revealing a wild-eyed, grinning Bulma. Ona and Vegeta raised an eyebrow in unison, plastering their glares onto the screen and firmly setting their hands upon their hips. Bulma burst out laughing, wracked with glee and excitement.

"Are you sure she hasn't been drinking.. what's that stuff called.. alcohol?" Ona whispered, giving Vegeta a sidelong glance. He chuckled before shrugging.

"Oh shutup, I can hear you. Anyways, big news! In the lab, now!" And the screen clicked off. Each observing Saiyan cocked one eyebrow, glancing at each other and then the door of the GR.

Dr. Briefs exited the lab, dragging his palm across his brow in a vain attempt to wipe the sweat from it. He barely glanced at Ona or Vegeta as they crept down the hallway, peering nervously into the main entrance. Bulma was flitting about the room, tapping numbers into a computer console and then switching. She would disappear momentarily into the small off-room, which, if Ona remembered correctly, held her pod. They had brought it there with her help, and the Saiyan could only guess as to what the blue-haired busybody was up to.

The various shelves, desks, and counters scattered about the room were piled high with gadgets, gizmos, and papers. Folders were thrown about the floors, and various bits of circuitry sparked and fizzed all about them. It seemed like some sort of mad scientist's laboratory, which Ona had become familiar with by watching horror movies on cable.

"Ah! There you are!" Bulma announced, noticing them at last. Vegeta crossed his arms, content with staying outside the obscene mess. Ona glanced around, acknowledging Bulma briefly. She snorted but continued towards them, motioning with her hand to the room.

"Yeah, yeah, it's a wreck, but it's worth it! I have something I think you'd like to see, Ona," the blue-haired woman informed her, grinning ear-to-ear. The teenager raised one skeptical eyebrow, stepping over various dismantled mechanisms. Bulma ushered her excitedly into the off room, which was merely an open doorway between the nearest wall and a panel of glass. Ona glanced around in silent awe, stunned at the vast amounts of knowledge the room must hold.

The walls were sterile white, covered in masses of cluttered shelves and boxes. The mess receded as the room spiraled inwards, until there was a spotless expanse surrounding Ona's pod. It was completely disassembled, but the parts were stacked in order, and labeled, all about the platform.

"What is it you wanted to show me?" The teenager demanded, putting her hands on her hips and glaring as Bulma rifled through papers. She merely held up her index finger, signaling Ona to wait a moment. The forest haired girl sighed, glancing at her dismantled machine.

"This." Bulma held up a thick pad of paper, which was ripped and torn. The pages were covered in notes and drawings, of which the older woman referred to as she picked through the ship's devices. She beckoned Ona to come closer, who reluctantly complied. Suddenly, Bulma flicked a switch, and the small screen came to life. It scrolled in numbers, which Ona recognized instantly.

"I've managed to decode most of it from information out of the scouter. It was a long, hard process, but there's one more thing I need you to crack. It's the barrier screen, and it's written in a language I don't know.. Which is surprising, but even the scouter didn't recognize it." Bulma began to press buttons, drawing a wide-eyed expression from Ona. The blue-haired woman smiled smugly to herself as the screen came up, the language scrawled and completely illegible. The teenager leaned over, taking a closer look.

"That isn't writing. It's deformed code, and it's asking for a connection," Ona informed her, the girl's voice somewhat giddy. Bulma mused over the fact there was yet another woman in the household who found technology as intriguing as she did. Suddenly, the two looked up as a loud crash echoed in the main room.

"Don't EVEN say ANYTHING!" Vegeta hollered before Ona had a chance to open her mouth. The two women instantly burst into laughter, causing Vegeta to snarl angrily and storm out the laboratory door.

"What do you mean by a connection?" Bulma asked after recovering. Ona took the small monitor from her, which was connected to a vast multitude of wires. The parts had been scattered all about, but it seemed their wire connections had not been severed.

"Ona. Ona? Are you listening?" Ona glanced up at her mother, who was now glaring at her with both hands on her hips.

"Yes, mama," the four-year-old responded, putting down whatever she had been fiddling with. Her green-haired mother nodded, and sat down beside her daughter.

"Now, if you ever miss me, just put these on," Khune instructed, taking a pair of padded wires from the pod she had been building. Ona raised a small, forest-colored eyebrow, but did as she was told. Her mother placed a pad on either of the small girl's temples, earning a confused expression.

"What do you mean by 'miss you,' mommy?" Ona asked, shuffling uncomfortably under the dual wires attached to her.

"If you're ever without me, just put these on and you can see me again!" Khune replied, ruffling her daughter's hair as she turned on the pod.

"I'll never be without you, right? You're never going to leave me, are you?" The little girl's green haired mother turned to her, a weary expression suddenly taking over.

"No.. I won't." Khune watched Ona for a moment, taking in her big, almost black eyes. She had a strange feeling she would not keep her promise. "Just press this button," she said at length, pointing to a little red button on the portable monitor.

"Ona? What do you mean by a connection? ... Ona! Are you there?" Bulma's obnoxious voice rang in her head, bringing her out of her trance. She shook off the memory, glaring at the other woman.

"Like this," Ona said, and snatched the monitor and wires, of which she finally located two pads. "I directly transferred this from my old pod to this one. I didn't remember how to get into it until now." Bulma raised an eyebrow, watching as the teenager placed one pad on either side of her head. They seemed to be magnetized towards her temples, somehow, for they did not fall despite the absence of any sort of support.

"Give me the screen," Ona ordered, motioning towards the monitor in Bulma's hand. The older woman complied, passing it to the teenage girl, who had taken a seat on the floor beside her pod. She examined the strange designs on the screen before pressing the small, red button.

Instantly, the LCD came to life. A pretty, green-haired woman appeared, opening large, emerald eyes. Bulma jumped, taking a step back at the remarkable resemblance between the girl in front of her and the face on the screen.

"M-m-m-mother?!" Ona cried, holding the screen closer to her face. The woman on the monitor didn't seem to notice. She merely closed her eyes, and suddenly Ona's expression became stricken.

'My daughter... I always knew the day would come, the day we would be separated. Do not be afraid if you are alone.'

"Oh mother.. Where are you?" She said, her voice trembling. Bulma was saying something, but she was too distracted. Her mouth made no sounds as it moved, so the teenager's eyes were drawn back to the screen.

'You are a Saiyan. You.. What are you doing?'

A pause. Ona raised an eyebrow, watching the screen intently as her mother fought with someone off screen. Bulma peered over her shoulder. Ona knew the older woman couldn't hear them talking, but the visual was enough. Suddenly, there was commotion and a heap of black hair pushed its way onscreen. I raised an eyebrow, when my father's face suddenly pointed at me. I almost fell over in shock.

'Just thought I'd make an appearance, on the video Khune said she WASN'T making..' He glares off screen, which is followed by a fit of laughter. Ona let out a small chuckle as Radditz continued.

'You are my daughter, always keep that in mind. It means you are powerful, brave, strong..' Suddenly, he was interrupted once more by a green-haired woman shoving him out of the way.

'Powerful, brave, strong my ass! Uh oh.. Damn you! The video time's run out-' and she was cut off by the screen going blank.

"What happened?" Ona asked, removing the pads from her temples. Bulma was still staring at her in wonder, when a shake on the shoulder brought her back to reality.

"The power's still fine.. It looks like the recording ended there," the blue-haired women amended, glancing at the monitor Ona gave to her.

"My parents..." She whispered, putting a hand over her cheek and mouth.

"That was certainly an interesting display," a brash, raspy voice commented. Ona turned, seeing Vegeta a few yards away. He was half grimacing, half smirking. Ona shook her head, to stunned for Vegeta's harsh words to ruin her moment. She stood up, giving Bulma an almost grateful nod, and proceeded to pass Vegeta with a hardly discernable "Prince.." He grinned inwardly and proceeded to enter the lab, speaking in brash tones with the blue-haired woman. They really did enjoy fighting.

~*~

"What was that?!" Vegeta hollered, holding his arm. It was seared, a thick black streak having blazed across his forelimb. Ona growled.

"It was nothing. You were just careless," she informed him, causing the older Saiyan's eyes to light up with onyx fire. His mouth squeezed shut in anger, but he refrained from retorting. She still had not forgiven him for all their previous incidents, and lashing out at her would not improve the situation. She had silently come under his training once again, but he focused his attentions on himself. Ona didn't mind, for less attention the better.

Vegeta snorted and jumped back, aiming another blast at the olive-eyed teenager. She reminded him more and more of her mother every day, though he had only seen her briefly, and not on positive terms. The video, on the other hand, revived his memory, along with his pure annoyance at being rejected.

Ona clutched her tail tightly to her waist, watching Vegeta's speculative expression. She had watched the recording over and over again, drawing slight irritation from Bulma and her father. They attempted to study the spaceship day by day, but were thrown out by a concentrating Ona.

Her parents looked so different now that she was older... Her father was always imposing, but could be mildly tender at times. Now he reminded her terribly of Vegeta. Ona turned, focusing her attention on the task at hand. Suddenly, her thought process was interrupted by yelling outside the GR.

How can sound penetrate this?! She wondered, glancing out the small round window. Vegeta looked equally mystified.

"It's that woman and her.. what was it? Boyfriend? They're arguing again," Ona growled, taking her gaze away from the portal. Her opponent snickered, crossing his arms and assuming an authoritative position.

"They shouldn't be," Vegeta responded, tilting his nose into the air with unmatched arrogance. Ona raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? You'd rather have her arguing with you?" She asked, sneering. Vegeta's eyes widened, and he glared at her menacingly. Suddenly, his gaze softened.

"What of it?" Ona did a double take, then burst out laughing. Vegeta snorted and turned off the gravity, stepping outside while the teenager continued to go on in hysterics.

Eventually, after going into another bout of laughter when she heard Vegeta shooing Yamcha off the property and then diving into a heated verbal spar with Bulma, Ona stood up. Slightly calmer, she glanced at the small calendar she'd convinced the Prince to let her hang in the GR.

Oh my kami! I'm late! She thought, noticing the fat red circle around the current day. It had a "TR" sound written on it, for she was not fluent in writing the language and had asked Bulma how to spell "Trunks." She suggested writing the sound for the first syllable might be easier.

The sun was already sinking low, and he would probably be there already. Ona preferred to leave when Vegeta wasn't within range, because he had a tendency to be stressfully curious of her whereabouts. So rather than deal with his endless stream, she opened the door and blasted straight off towards her destination, which was followed by a cry of "HEY!" as Bulma was drenched in dust.

~*~

Figures, Ona growled, watching the sky. Night had descended, but she was no longer afraid. Bulma had told her all about Piccolo and Gohan's adventures, which included the destruction of the moon. This was a relief and a blunder at the same time, for she had wished since Vegeta told her the legend to become all that she could be. An Oozaru.

Just as the last rays of sun began to slip behind the distant cliffs, the teenager heard a loud whirring sound. Ona barely had to glance upward in order to recognize the ship, which descended on three outstretched legs. She hopped out of the way, stopping to lean against a big boulder as the time machine settled, clouds of dust floating into the air.

Vegeta had been surprised when Ona had so eagerly trained. She did it only for herself, to build her own strength, while her mentor did the same, occasionally snapping at her to change a position or to a hundred more pushups. She didn't mind at all, as long as she grew stronger. Both Saiyans had a similar drive; to beat someone. Vegeta was always working towards ascending, to becoming a "Super Saiyan," but Ona only worked to occupy her time and be a match for whatever bizarre creatures - or in her current case, machines - she encountered on the world she was still new to. But, at least she wasn't alone in this, although she hadn't forgiven Vegeta and probably never would. This too had decreased, and she could still work around his intense schedule. Bulma was kind enough to keep her on her toes and inform her if her mentor was doing anything without her due to her need of extra sleep.

Ona wanted to defeat Trunks, to show him she could.

As the smoke cleared, Ona watched with interest as the glass dome of the time machine opened, letting out a shrill, mechanical squeal. She hopped back in surprise, which only doubled when the tall, purple-haired man slid from his operating seat and landed on one foot, bearing complete ease. Now that the night was dominant, his features should have been fainter, but his utterly Vegeta-like face stuck out more than ever in the dim starlight. Ona tipped on her heel, almost falling over, but immediately straightened herself out when he shot her one cocked eyebrow.

"Well, hello to you too," Trunks commended, letting a grin spring to his face. The now black-haired girl in front of him smirked back, putting her hands on her hips and gazing at him haughtily.

"You're late. How can I fight you in the dark?" Ona scolded, a snarl mixing into her words intent on badgering him. Trunks merely smiled intuitively and waved a hand.

"All the better. Without sight, your other senses heighten," he replied calmly, taking off his sword and jacket. She cocked an eyebrow, still unsure why he even bothered bringing the extra weight if he wasn't going to use it. Maybe it was just for you-never-know-what's-gonna-happen's sake.

The instant Ona took her stance, Trunks grinned. "So, you've been training with my father, have you?" The female Saiyan's brow furrowed.

"How do you.. I mean, why do you say that?" Her opposition snickered, taking a prepared pose himself. He merely shrugged it off and motioned for her to begin. Ona let out a sigh and took a few steps back, maintaining a passive expression on her face.

The sky began to darken further from the navy blue it had been, fading into midnight and finally onyx black. The stars shimmered like small gems, flickering in uneven bursts of golden light. Most were yellow, many of them most likely surrounded by their own planets, residing in their own solar systems, and harboring their own inhabitants. Others were quite large and red, letting of bright light to signal their size and ferocity. Others were slightly blue or green, but remained small and flaccid. For a moment, Ona paused to examine a bright azure star before shifting her attention back. Any moment of distraction could be fatal, or at least dangerous, as Vegeta had so willingly demonstrated for her.

Trunks noticed her momentary change in attention, but decided not to prey on it. Her attitude reminded him so much of the two hours he had seen of his father, he recognized her stance easily. Ona swished her tail impatiently, wrapping it instantly around her waist when Trunks made a slight movement. He noticed her awareness of her surroundings, taking in the light, the stars, the desert, and finally himself. Her resemblance was uncanny.. So familiar. Yet her eyes were so deep, bottomless, as if she'd seen the universe a million times over. Ona was a Saiyan, pure in heart and blood. But she was spared a great deal of Vegeta's arrogance, maintaining a quieter yet imposing aura.

Trunks grinned as she suddenly lunged at him, almost catching him off guard. He had noticed her tiny rise in power just before she took off, giving her away instantly. His arm leapt out, blocking her, but also sending her flying backwards from the impact her sheer momentum had created.

Ona got up, wiping dirt from her head, back and rump as she recovered from nosediving backwards into the sand. She grinned nastily, earning herself a confused expression from her opponent.

"Baaa.... Kuuuu... DAN!" She cried, a beam of energy leaping from her suddenly outstretched palm. Trunks' eyes widened, when a trigger went off in his head and he jumped out of the way. Ona growled, snapping her fingers at the miss. Apparently the element of surprise was ineffectual against a being who had created fighting as his sixth sense.

They circled one another slowly, when Ona jumped at him suddenly, making the taller man leap back at the unexpected movement. She burst out laughing, stepping back to size him up.

Trunks' eyes were wide, still confused at his opponent's intentions. She was standing against a rock, gazing at him intently.

Suddenly, something enormous impacted the side of his skull. Trunks stumbled back in shock, fingering the blood trickling from his now pouting lip. His eyes darted back and forth, wide and alarmed. Ona was nowhere in sight, and even her energy was undetectable. She was invisible in the dark, but her movement became apparent when another blow threw him backwards.

Trunks' arms trembled as he placed his palms on the ground, trying in earnest to support his body as he stood up. He crouched, holding up his fists on either side of his head, eyes darting wildly through the dark. Even the weak starlight didn't touch the being he suddenly felt stirring all around him.

"Where are you?!" He cried, the hair on the back of his neck standing out straight. His opponent's energy had disappeared completely, reappearing briefly but weakly in every place imaginable.

"Where are you?!" Her voice came back, full of mock. This wasn't right. Ona had advanced too much in so short a time for Trunks' taste.

Another jawbreaking punch nailed him in the ribs, knocking the air straight out of him. His knees merely shivered for a moment as he leaned over, hugging his arms to his sides. He had no pain; his air was completely gone, and he could feel the shuddering of his bones beneath his grip.

Trunks collapsed onto his knees, eyes darting around wildly. Where is she?! Left! No.. wait! She's to the right! She's running towards me! He growled, struggling to stiffen his feet beneath him. What the... Now she's behind me, and in front.. He rose slowly, glancing around. An evil grin snuck onto his face, drawing Ona to stop in front of him, watching quizzically.

"Enjoying yourself?" Trunks asked, smirking widely. The teenage girl's eyes widened, her eyebrows shooting up right along with her opponent's hair, which glowed in the darkness.

The familiar, comforting power sprung to his bones, his muscles, his flesh. His mane stood on end, a vibrant golden aura surrounding him like a shield, the very existence a tribute to his strength and heritage. Ona's eyes widened and she took a step back, watching with a snarl on her lips as Trunks watched, a nasty smirk dominating his face.

He expected the words, "that's cheating" to come out of her mouth at any moment, but the pure Saiyan only watched him. Soon whatever light that had remained glimpsing over the tips of the distant cliffs disappeared, leaving them in utter blackness despite the fervent glow of stars overhead.

Trunks took an automatic step back as Ona began to move once more, but this time she was not masked from his new super senses. A punch aimed right at his face flew through the air, his eyes instantly shifting, his hand flying up.

Ona struggled, her wrist caught in a grip of steel. Her opponent's golden aura spread, enveloping her with contact. It burned on her skin at first, so hot it stung as if it were freezing ice. She writhed against her hold, baring her teeth as her tail lashed, the hairs standing on end. The searing pain suddenly ceased, the aura becoming a warm touch against her arms, a look of confusion crossing his face.

Trunks slowly let go of her arm, the woman's eyes squeezed in pain distracting him. The instant he gave way, Ona jerked back, holding her hand protectively. Fire sprung to her deep irises, only visible by the golden light he gave off. Her body was bathed in amber, her forest hair lit up in a bright lime.

He took a step back, his aura fading lightly around him to become a soft glow. Ona slowly began to move in front of him and his eyes shifted, the two circling like lions preparing for battle. Trunks flared his energy, causing his female opponent to jump. When he did no more on the offensive, she let out a low growl. He was mocking her for her earlier actions.

Suddenly, Ona stopped. She unfurled her tail, crossing her arms and lowering her eyelashes. This particular movement was not noticed by her opponent in the dim light.

"You're powerful. I'll train harder for next time," she said quietly, raising her gaze to his. It was piercing, almost making Trunks step back. He grinned and nodded, suddenly relaxing.

"A month then?"

"A month." The feisty Saiyan turned on her heel, wrapping her tail around her waist and launching into the sky. Trunks grinned, returning to normal and finding his way to the time machine in the darkness.

~*~

"Where have you been?" Ona jumped, turning to the familiar voice. Vegeta was sitting on the roof, staring off into the distance. He sat with his knees bent in front, arms crossed and sitting on the caps. His gaze didn't flicker as Ona floated down the roof, heading towards her room as she had intended.

"I asked you a question."

"None of your damn business." Vegeta snickered, finally turning to her. She stopped, standing on one foot at the edge of the eave.

"Didn't we already go over this? If you come in at midnight, it is my business."

"It's not like I'm disturbing you," Ona replied, her voice full of mock at the should-be respectful utterance. She did have a point, and Vegeta snarled.

"Well.. You'll.. um.. Wake the woman," he said, regretting the words the instant they came out. Ona laughed heartily, stopping mid-chortle to shoot him an icy glare. Without retort, she slid off the roof and opened her window, closing it with a loud THUD.

Vegeta growled, going back to his stargazing without thinking about it further.

Ona stumbled into her room, her foot catching on a pillow. She must have tossed it from her bed the night before in her sleep. She snorted, whipping it away with her tail.

~*~

"You're home late," Bulma noted, glancing at her son from the corner of her eye. Trunks grinned guiltily, putting one hand on the back of his head in a way that reminded Bulma of Goku.

"Umm.. Yeah. I was just out.. Strategizing," he replied. His mother snickered at the obvious lie.

"Who's the girl?" Trunks spun.

"What?! I mean.. what girl?" Bulma laughed out loud and turned, raising an eyebrow.

"I know. Who is she?" Trunks shifted uncomfortably, sitting down in the chair across from his mother. The shelter wasn't much, but it kept them from being discovered by the androids. Whatever it took to keep her safe.

"In our time.. Were Vegeta and Goku the only pure Saiyans?" The lavender haired boy asked, propping his chin in his palms, heeling his elbows on the small table. Bulma raised one quizzical eyebrow.

"Of course. Why?" Trunks closed his eyes, knitting his brow in a strikingly familiar way.

"A Saiyan showed up when I landed and defeated Frieza. Apparently, no one else knew her either." He rose his glance to his mother's, which was staring ahead in partial shock.

"Another Saiyan? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. He looks really familiar, too. Her name is Ona... She won't tell me anything about herself except that she grew up with some aliens on a definitely not Vegeta-sei planet," Trunks informed his mother, keeping his eyes on her.

"A Saiyan girl, eh? Wow.." Bulma trailed off, tapping her chin prospectively. "Never have I met any other pure Saiyans besides Vegeta and Goku, nor female Saiyans for that matter.. Or anyone named Ona." Trunks sat back, looking mystified.

"And she's powerful. Dad is.. I mean, Vegeta is training her." Bulma raised an eyebrow, then went back to sipping her coffee.

"Just keep your head clear for the fight and don't use up too much of the machine's power." Trunks nodded and got up, deciding to wait until the next morning to go back.

~*~

"Alright Vegeta, I'm tired of waiting. I'm going to get some lunch, I'll be back in a few minutes," Ona said at last, growling as she got up off the floor and headed down the ramp of the GR. The older man only ignored her, continuing his wild kicks and punches into the air.

<Mistress?> A smile crossed her face as a furry nose nuzzled her hand.

"I'm just going in to grab some lunch. What would you like? I can make a tuna sandwich or something. Knowing Bulma, she'd screw even that up!" Ona laughed, followed by a snort from the open glass door to the kitchen. Tanjua burst out in wolf laughter, scattering cough-like barks.

Once seated at the table, Bulma seemed to have forgotten the earlier insult and was fixing vast amounts of sandwiches for Ona and her San.

"How's the training going?" The blue haired hostess asked, attempting conversation. Ona raised an eyebrow, shoving the first available sandwich in her mouth.

"However well training with Vegeta can go," Ona replied, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Bulma rolled her eyes as she gave a plate of tuna to Tanjua.

<Why don't I get a sandwich?>

"I think he wants a sandwich too," Ona more commanded than implied. A wide grin dominated the animal's face when a plate of the desired foods were placed on the floor in front of him.

"Is Vegeta going to come in for lunch anytime soon?" Bulma asked, sitting down at the table while watching her two guests stuff themselves.

"I doubt it. He's really involved," Ona replied between enormous bites. The blue haired woman scrunched her lips, glancing at another jar of tuna thoughtfully.

Within a few minutes, Bulma was carrying a huge trayful of sandwiches out the door and towards the GR. Ona watched in disinterest before turning back to the comics, which she had discovered while rifling through what the humans called a "newspaper." What she found amusing about it was that it was ninety percent ads and useless culture information than "news."

Vegeta was doing pushups on one or two fingers when the gravity suddenly turned off. Getting up, he toweled himself off in annoyance as the door opened.

"What in hell are you doing here?!" He shouted, deeply angered at being distracted from his work by the woman.

"Thought you might like some lunch," Bulma replied, ignoring his loud hostility towards her interruption. She set them down on the gravity machine, wiping her hands together. From the corner of her eye, she saw Vegeta glancing at the sandwiches hungrily, but knew his pride probably wouldn't allow him to touch them while she was around.

Without a thankyou, Bulma left the GR and waited outside. Loud gorging sounds could be heard and she laughed to herself. Peeking in through the portal window, she saw the plate spin to a halt, completely empty. He had probably wandered off into the closet to clean off.

Sneaking in quietly, she picked up the plate. Feeling a bit curious, Bulma tiptoed towards the closet, unsure of her intentions. She opened the door a tad, when suddenly a hand shot out, grabbing her by the neck.

Ona glanced up, hearing a loud, familiar shriek from the gravity room. Not knowing what to do, she jumped to her feet and ran out to see what was the matter. The door was open and no simulations were running..

Bulma was lying on the floor, supporting herself with her palms, backing up like a crab from a stuttering Vegeta. His shorts were just barely unbuttoned, and he was staring at his hand in shock.

"I.. I thought it.. Oh hell! What the fuck were you doing, woman?!" He suddenly shrieked, glaring at Bulma.

"I was just.. getting the.. Tray!" She cried back, her eyes wild and scared. Ona stepped in, shooting icy stares at both of them.

"What's going on?!" She hollered, silencing both of them.

"He.. He tried to kill me!" Bulma yelled, finally getting to her feet, though still a bit shaky. She pointed accusingly at Vegeta, who was snarling back.

"I thought it was.. Why the hell am I explaining myself?! She shouldn't have been poking around!" He roared.

"GET OUT!" Ona jumped back, staring in shock at the blue haired woman. She was pointing out, eyes fixed on Vegeta.

"What..?" The female Saiyan muttered, watching the scene, unsure what to do.

"Vegeta. Get. OUT!" Bulma screamed. She grabbed his towel and threw it at him, along with a shirt that had been hanging from the wall. Ona shook her head and walked out, not wanting to witness the scene.

What was he thinking?! She snarled, ready to pound his head in. Just as this thought entered her mind, she saw a very angry looking Vegeta stalk by, not even glancing at her as he took off into the air. Stupid woman too!! Ona walked over to the GR, staring inside, expecting to see a still growling Bulma. Instead, the blue haired princess was on her knees, sobbing.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

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Author's Note: Okay, sorry I haven't been updating anything, just adding new stories.. I will update Grease as soon as I buy the movie. I had rented it, but that only lasts five days.. Grrr.. I don't know about anything else though. We'll see how my summer of inspiration goes.

Dedications: Vegeta's Gyal - Thank you so much for everything; keeping me going, and even inspiring me with some of the bizarre things we've said about Vegeta's level of sexiness.. *lol*

Mizu Megami - Of course, your reviews always fuel me on ;) I hope this isn't too bad, I know the timing is way off :P

Kioko - Yes, thank you so much for all your reviews! This is for you :D

And thanks to Talec18415 and Chibiquatre, as well as anyone else who reviewed!

Stuff to Check Out: Just my other fics! For Pokemon lovers (or anyone, the Pokemon theme just adds. Trust me) read Odium. For B/V lovers, I now have an almost Top 50 list of B/Vs. Submit your suggestions or reviews. For classicals, check out Grease, my B/V parody of the movie Grease.

~Majin Niña~