Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Pet ❯ Snowball ( Chapter 1 )

TITLE: Vegeta's Pet

STATUS: WIP

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the DBZ characters (wishful thinking), and am not making any money of this (again, wishful thinking). This is merely FICTION of a FAN. Nothing more. Except to me. It has a HUGE sentimental value. <sniff> Here, let me lend you a bucket while you barf! <G>

SETTING: Before the Android saga. Vegeta is training at CC, and Bulma and Yamchu are still together.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my *first* DBZ fic at all. I don't know why I started out with Vegeta and Bulma in the first place… It is NOT a Bulma and Vegeta get-together, and in it it seems that Vegeta doesn't like Bulma at all (which he didn't, at least not at the beginning of DBZ, per canon). Also, if some characters seem OOC to someone, that's because I watch DBZ in German, and these series may be differently dubbed than in English. Also, I am by origin Slovenian, so you'll have to excuse some strange expressions and spelling mistakes. Mea Culpa! If you don't like what I wrote, please try to tell me that in a way of positive criticism. Flames will only be returned. J

WARNINGS: Language, some Bulma bashing (not to be taken personally, BUT I do NOT like Bulma, BUT I fully accept her relationship with Vegeta, as it IS canon. It has nothing to do with Bulma as it is, but basically with the fact that I don't like almost any female character in DBZ, except maybe #18. I can't say anything about Videl, though, because I'm at the middle of watching the Cell Saga, so Videl hasn't even made an appearance so far)… Also, again, I'm not English, so humour me.

AN2: Wow! If you made it so far, through all my ranting… I'm impressed. Now, on with the story.

~D~B~Z~

Vegeta was standing in the kitchen of Capsule Corporation and was frowning. He was royally pissed off by now. Not only he was stuck on this damn backwards planet, but he was also hungry after a whole day of training, and there was no one here to serve him something to eat either! And although the Prince of all Saiyajins was many things, he was certainly no cook.

"Woman! WOMAN!" he yelled, his voice filling every room in the huge Capsule Corp, home of the Briefs family.

Bulma Briefs, the richest woman on this 'backwards' planet, came into the kitchen, frowning. She wasn't in a good mood, and one thing with Bulma was certain - she always showed when she was angry. She was glaring daggers at the hungry Saiyajin, and Vegeta already knew what would follow.

It seemed like this was going to be another of those word-duels these two always fought out, but this time Vegeta, although he usually enjoyed them, wasn't looking forward to one. He was hungry, and when he was hungry, he was also cranky as hell and not to be messed with.

"What is it now?" she barked at him.

"I'm hungry!" he retorted slowly and maliciously, standing in the middle of the kitchen, arms crossed, and glaring at her commandingly.

"So?" she snapped back. "You're *always* hungry! Do you have to yell the whole freaking house together because of that?"

"Yes! I am the Prince of all Saiyajins, you should feel honoured I live under your roof. Now, woman, make me something to eat!" he commanded, narrowing his eyes at her and letting her know he means it.

But, Bulma wouldn't be Bulma if she would back off that easy. "WHAT?! Listen, BUSTER, just because you're some sort of royalty on your home planet - which, by the way, if you hadn't noticed - does NOT exist anymore - that doesn't mean you can act as one here! If you want something to eat, get it yourself! Oh, and one more thing, I am NOT your personal maid - we do have people employed for cooking, you know?!"

Vegeta figured she was making out with that dumb human boyfriend of her in her room and he interrupted them, that's why she was so touchy. Usually, he would feel some sort of satisfaction by knowing he pissed off that moron boyfriend of his. He knew Yamchu never DID like the fact that one of the Saiyajins that killed him when Vegeta and Nappa first came to Earth, was living under the same roof as his girlfriend, but what could he say? Bulma was Bulma, and she never did like to be commanded upon.

But, this time he didn't even feel satisfied by breaking up the little making out session the two had - he was too damn hungry for that.

"In case you haven't noticed, woman, there is no one here anymore - the maid for cooking left an hour ago!" Vegeta snapped back, starting to lose his patience. He considered the thought of killing this loud-mouth female bitch, but he figured the Z fighters would most probably have something against it - because, despite all her flaws, most of the Z fighters liked Bulma - or, on second thought - and that thought seemed more believable - they were just too afraid of her to tell her they didn't like her.

"In case *you* haven't noticed, Vegeta, my name isn't woman - it's Bulma! And furthermore, what do I care if the cook left or not? There's the fridge and fix yourself something to eat. If you're still strong enough to bitch around, you can surely make yourself something to eat!" she finished, remarkably without her usual high-pitched screaming Yamchu was usually on the receiving end off (but lately, he himself as well). Then she turned around to leave.

Vegeta lost the little patience he still got left. He grabbed her, pulled her back and yelled at her: "Listen, you bitch, I don't train all days to save this fucking planet just to be yelled at by some human whore in the evenings!"

The slap he got because of that was expected - what followed wasn't. Bulma blushed and couldn't even look him in the eyes - it seemed to him she felt sorry for what she did the second she did it.

That was the only reason that stopped the enraged Saiyajin from spilling her guts all over the kitchen.

The blue-haired woman pulled her arm out of his grab and finally looked at him: "All right. I'll fix you something to eat."

Vegeta was confused. Why was she all of a sudden so calm and friendly? He'd be damned if he'll ever understand this woman.

"You aren't planning on poisoning me, are you, woman?" he asked suspiciously.

She took the phone and dialled a number. She looked at him, amused. "No, don't worry, I wouldn't dirty my hands." She was mocking him, clearly.

Vegeta snarled in response and sat down. Suddenly, a little puffy white cat jumped on his lap. "What the fuck is this?" he yelled and jumped up, pushing it off his lap so the poor little thing went flying through the air and landed on the other side of the kitchen and hit against the wall.

"You asshole! Damn, Vegeta, you can be such a moron sometimes!" Bulma screamed, forgot all about the phone and ran to the kitten. She picked it up and gently rocked it back and forth. She glared at Vegeta: "She didn't do you anything!"

Vegeta sighed. He could forget all about his food now. The woman'll never get off his back for what he just did. "What is *that* anyway?" he asked again, but the boredom and nonchalance were evident from his voice.

"Don't tell me you never saw a cat before," Bulma asked, surprised.

"No. Except the little bastard that hangs around your father's neck all the time. And I could live without seeing that one just fine," he answered icily.

Bulma found this fact overly amusing, though. She pushed the cat in his face and started gushing: "Oh, come on, take a closer look. Isn't she just cuddly? I found her on the street today, when Yamchu and I went to the cinema. Some asshole wanted to get rid off her and threw her in the garbage. So I figured I'll bring her here. With all the animals we have here, she would fit in just fine. I named her Snowball. Isn't she just gorgeous? Can you imagine who would want to get rid off such a gorgeous little thing?"

Vegeta was losing it. "Yeah! *I* would! If 'Snowball' ever comes near me again, I swear I'll fry IT and eat IT!" he snapped and turned around. He stormed off, and came to the door when Bulma yelled after him: "The delivery service will be here in half an hour. I'll order you something to eat, so be back here in half an hour, Vegeta!"

She didn't get a proper response anymore, just a grunt or something. But she knew he'll be back - one thing never failed her with Vegeta - and that was food.

She smiled at Snowball: "Come on, sweetie, let's fix uncle Vegeta something to eat."