Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Pet ❯ Snowball, Vegeta Stalker ( Chapter 2 )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z - all the characters here belong to their respectful owners, I am just borrowing them, and will return them sooner or later, completely in tact, perhaps just a bit shaken up <g>. I borrowed them without permission, of course. Please don't sue.

AN: O.O I actually got reviews! <faints> A huge thank you to everyone who ever so kindly reviewed chapter one. I love you all! {{{{reviewers}}}}

AN2: <slaps her forehead> Forgot to mention in chapter 1, and almost here, too. This fic is set shortly after Mirai Trunks came to warn Goku and the others about the androids. Yamcha and Bulma are still together.

Vegeta's Pet

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Chapter 2 - Snowball, Vegeta Stalker

Vegeta stalked back into the kitchen after half an hour. Bulma was paying the bill for the huge amount of food that was just delivered, and Yamcha was leaning against the kitchen sink, toying with Snowball and waiting for Bulma to finish.

Vegeta scowled at the scarred fighter. He absolutely loathed him, and used every opportunity he got to make that more than clear. The feeling was mutual, of course, although Yamcha wasn't as obvious about it as Vegeta was. After all, he didn't want to die again. Not anytime soon, that is.

"Hey Vegeta," Yamcha started, trying to sound civil.

The alien prince simply ignored him, headed towards the table and muttered something about 'asshole human idiots' and some other pleasantries in response. He carefully started exploring the inside of the boxes on the table, and was pleased to find a lot of obviously edible food.

Yamcha frowned - he knew he should be used to Vegeta's insults by now, but he wasn't even near that. Not like those insults hurt him, it was more the fact that he was sick and tired of the arrogant son of a bitch, and wanted to beat the crap out of him… There was only one minor problem in this plan of his - Vegeta could kill him with his little finger if he tried something like that. And Yamcha was far from being suicidal.

So, Yamcha, the smart young man that he was, kept his less than flattering comments to himself, and continued toying with Snowball, who meowed and climbed all over him, purring.

Bulma finally concluded her business with the delivery men, and came back inside. She frowned at Vegeta, who was already wolfing down food at inhuman speed.

"I swear you'll choke to death on your food once," she commented, staring at him in awe. She was used to Goku's eating habits, but it still impressed her every time she saw a Saiyajin eat.

Vegeta glared at her and stopped eating just long enough to say: "Shut the fuck up, I'm eating here. And get your ugly idiot mate out of here - just watching his stupid face makes me lose my appetite."

Yamcha's black eyes lit up with rage and he clenched his fist, powering up subconsciously, balling his fists and gritting his teeth, glaring daggers at the smirking Saiyajin prince.

Bulma quickly put her hand on his arm and when he looked at her, she shook her head at him. "Like that could happen," she retorted to Vegeta's taunting, and pulled Yamcha behind her towards the exit: "Come on, Yamcha, let's go. Let 'the Prince' choke on his food if he wants to - we are going out to dinner."

Yamcha didn't answer, his jaw tightly clenched. He was still trying to reign in his anger. It took every ounce of self-control the former desert bandit possessed not to act on that challenging smirk Vegeta was sending his way.

The two of them left together, and Vegeta watched them go with a predatory gleam in his eyes. This human weakling fighter was a total disgrace to fighters everywhere - how and why he let this stupid woman boss him around was beyond him. Vegeta seriously doubted it was because of the sex the two had.

He shrugged off that thought and returned to stuffing his face again. Suddenly, a soft, melodic purring caught his attention. He stopped eating, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and pushed back the chair. He looked down, and there was Snowball, rubbing herself against his leg, purring loudly.

"Get the fuck away from me!" he growled, and kicked the kitten away from him - Snowball sailed through the air (for the second time that day), turned around and landed on her feet on the other side of the kitchen. Still dazed, she shook herself, then bounced back to him, jumping on his lap and rubbing against him like nothing happened.

"WOMAN!" Vegeta roared, almost shattering all the windows in Capsule Corp. No answer. "Damn it all to Hell and back! WOMAN! Get your scrawny ass in here! NOW!" Still no answer. Vegeta glared at the puffy little kitten as if it's suddenly going to turn into Freezer and kill him, then pushed it off his lap again.

But Snowball found an unusual liking for the small alien and went back to him, rubbing herself against his leg.

"Damn it, cat, get the hell away from me!" he cursed and kicked it again. This time, when Snowball landed on the far side of the kitchen, shook herself, and then sat down and started cleaning herself.

Vegeta glared at the cat for a few moments, contemplating what to do next. He could ki blast it to the Next Dimension, but then the woman would never get off his back because of the furry little bastard.

"Bet she'd make less racket if I'd fry her moronic boyfriend," he muttered to himself, and grinned savagely at the thought. Then he sat down and started eating again, still eyeing the small white fur-ball wearily. But, food soon won over all of his attention, and he forgot all about the kitten.

Snowball, probably having some masochistic tendencies, or - in her simple cat brain - just wanted to be cuddled, again came to the prince's leg, and started rubbing herself against it again. Thanks to some cat god out there, Vegeta was too occupied with eating to notice her this time - that was, until she jumped into his lap, made herself comfortable there, and feel asleep.

Vegeta stiffened as he felt her jump into his lap. He eyed her suspiciously as she nestled into his lap and growled: "You're one stubborn bugger, aren't you?"

Snowball meowed in response, as if she understood him, and closed her eyes purring contently. Vegeta, after making sure she's pretty much harmless, returned to eating. When he finished his dinner, he stretched and yawned, satisfied. Now a warm shower, and then bed… His trail of thought was interrupted by a slight shifting in his lap. She finally woke up, yawned as well, and then looked at him sleepily.

"Get lost, fur-ball!" he snapped, throwing the kitten out of his lap: "The Prince of all Saiyajins is no pillow for a furry little bastard." He stood up, stretched some more, and then headed into his bathroom to shower.

After fifteen minutes, he came out, towelling his spiky black hair, only a white towel wrapped around his waist, the whiteness of it contrasting strongly against his dark-tanned skin.

He muscled were sore and tense, and he sighed with relief when he finally sat down on his bed - only to jump up again with an almost girlish squeak when his 'sheets' moved.

He spun around with inhuman speed, a ki blast already formed in his right hand, when a happy meow greeted him.

He stared at the small cat incredulously.

What is wrong with this animal??? Does it have a fucking death wish? … Obviously!

Even the fear of Bulma's high-pitched screaming that almost made his ear bleed wasn't enough anymore - this damn animal has got to go! He stretched his arm and ki-blasted the fur-ball. Well, wanted to anyway.

The furry bugger had much more agility and speed in her than she lead on. Snowball eluded the blasts, running all over the room in a desperate need to save her life - and causing the death of the room instead.

If Vegeta was angry before, he was absolutely furious now - he, the prince of all Saiyajins, couldn't even blast a damn cat! He enraged and completely lost control, ki-blasting everything in sight, all the time yelling his head off: "Damn fucking little bastard, I'll show you, making fun of me, the Prince of all Saiyajins! I am the greatest, best and most good-looking warrior in the whole universe! Take this, fur-ball! And this! And this!"

He finally cornered Snowball into a corner and grinned maliciously at her - his blood was pumping - it's been so long since he last killed something! Oh, this was going to be great! He formed a huge ki ball to throw at the scared cat that frantically looked for a means of escape, when suddenly a familiar voice from behind him called out: "Hey Vegeta, what the hell's going on here? Are you all right?"

Vegeta didn't even glance back at the worried Goku to snort: "This is none of your damn business, Kakarott. This is between me and the fur-ball here!"

Goku, standing in the huge hole in the wall, blinked, surprised: "What fur-ball?"

"The now dead one!" Vegeta grinned and fired a ki blast at Snowball - but to this surprise, the kitten dodged the blast, let out a hissing noise, and scrambled between Vegeta's legs to safety under the broken bed. Vegeta spun around, ready to blast it again, when suddenly Goku materialised in front of him, his eyes wide and bewildered: "This is all because of a cat?"

Vegeta, by now shaking with rage, roared at him: "Kakarott, you moron, I almost had it! Get the fuck out of my way!"

Goku, staring down at his prince, didn't even flinch at Vegeta's verbal assault - instead, he tried to reason with him: "Vegeta, come on… Maybe you should just try to calm down a bit…"

Vegeta, now royally pissed off, screamed into his face: "I said MOVE, third class scum! NOW!"

Goku backed off, but a sly grin spread across his face: "All right," he shrugged nonchalantly. "But you get to explain to Bulma why almost half of her house is missing. I bet she'll be really pleased."

That worked like a charm - the last thing the older Saiyajin wanted now was to listen to Bulma's bickering - LOUD bickering. Vegeta actually got a headache just thinking about it. That calmed him down a bit - he looked around and an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach - that was it - when Bulma was finished screeching at him, he'll wind up completely deaf. The room was completely incinerated, and had several huge holes in each wall - and those holes were not meant as windows.

"FUCK!" Vegeta cursed, rubbing his forehead. Just the thought of Bulma's voice gave him a headache.

Goku, on the other hand, was now lying on the floor and was stretching his hand out under the broken bed. Vegeta, noticing only now what Goku was doing, asked mockingly: "And just what do you think you're doing, Kakarott?"

Goku looked up at him from the floor and grinned: "What does it look like? I'm trying to get the kitty from under this bed - you scared it half to death."

Vegeta's eyes widened - he had been wrong - the only other Saiyajin in the whole universe wasn't an idiot - he was a disgrace to idiots everywhere. "Do what you want!" he finally groaned, and started rubbing his temples again, feeling the headache deteriorate.

Goku pulled out the kitten from under the bed - Snowball started clawing at his arm, hissing and biting, and trying desperately to break free. Goku tried to soothe her, but she only seemed more agitated by him. Finally, he let go off her, and she ran away from the confused Goku, and hid behind Vegeta's leg.

Both, Vegeta and Goku, stared at her with similarly stupefied expressions on their faces. Vegeta just tried to kill her, and she's looking for protection with him???

"She likes you!" Goku pointed out.

Vegeta smirked in response: "And she doesn't like you."

"Yes she does," Goku objected.

Vegeta's smirk turned into a wide grin - he really started to like the furry little bastard.

"Say, Vegeta, I didn't even know you have a cat," Goku grinned and scratched his head.

"I didn't. But I do now," Vegeta grinned at him.

Goku seemed even more confused than usual - he looked around and shrugged: "Well, since everything seems to be fine, I'm going back now. I left Gohan and Piccolo to see what was wrong with you. Since you're fine, I guess I can go back to training with them now. Bye!" And before Vegeta could protest, Goku was gone, using his Instant Transmission technique.

Vegeta glared at the empty spot where only a few moments ago the only other representative of his race stood, but it was all in vain. Kakarott was gone, and he was left to the mercy of the blue-haired harpy. "FUCK!" he swore again.

Snowball meowed and rubbed herself against his leg. Vegeta glared at her and snapped: "Oh shut the fuck up! This is all your fault!"

He turned around and left the room, found a spare blanket and pillow in one of the closets down the hall, and then went to sleep on the couch in the living room.

TBC…