** "Yamcha, why did you have to go?"; She whimpered, clasping her hands under her chin.
"Bulma, listen, there's a perfectly good reason why I had to leave."
"Well? What is it then?" She growled.
"It's raining.**
A wave of icy cold water and a scream woke her from her slumber before she got the chance to ask Yamcha what he was talking about. She realized that the scream came from her. She jumped out of her bed, eyes blazing. She found the perpetrator, standing on the other side of the bed with a silver bucket.
"What the HELL is your problem, you son of a bitch!" She screeched, murderous rage gleaming in her eyes as she wrung the water from her hair.
The slave bowed low, cringing at the glare he was getting from the female, "Forgive me madam, but I am acting under orders straight from the King. He also told to me inform you and your friend that even though it's 8:50 and you're more than an hour late, the meeting still stands."
A shriek, a loud thump followed by a string of curses indicated that Chichi had just woken up to similar treatment. The unfortunate slave from her room stumbled through Chichi's bedroom door holding his head and all but ran from the girls' quarters. His friend winced as Chichi's curses met his ears and followed him.
An enraged Chichi burst through the door in her wet pajamas, "The nerve of that asshole! The King wants a meeting? Well, my foot will be meeting his ass for this little stunt."
Bulma shivered in her oversized, sopping wet T-shirt, her teeth clattering together audibly, "What-what ever. I-I just want to-to-to warm up."
Chichi's anger left her and she rolled her eyes at her friend, "Then go shower and change you dunce."
Bulma nodded, grabbed some clothes and got into her bathroom. Chichi shivered a little herself and went to her own, all the while, cursing Vegetaseii's King.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
"Your orders have been carried out sire."
Vegeta smirked, "What was the reaction?"
The two slaves looked at each other, then the one from Bulma's room spoke up, "Anger sire, but I think-"
"I'm not interested in your thoughts. I want the facts only." The King interrupted, his voice harsh with anger.
The two slaves winced and lowered their heads even further, "Of course my King."
"Consider yourself lucky dumb ass. I've decided not to kill you for that ignorant remark."
"Thank you sire." The slave said, his voice shaking.
Vegeta shrugged, "What is the life of a lower-class? No thanks are warranted or needed."
The other slave (the one from Chichi's room) spoke up, "The women used violence sire. We barely made it from there with our lives."
Vegeta smirked, "When did they say they were coming?"
"They DIDN'T say sire."
The smirk changed to a frown and he waved a hand, dismissing them.
Kakkarot, who was standing at his right, chuckled after the slaves left, "I guess I better stay really on top of my job for a while sire. I think these women will be wanting to rip out your heart and have it for breakfast."
Vegeta sneered, "Don't worry about them too much Kakkarot. They're both physically weak. What you have to watch out for is the blue-haired bitch. She's more intelligent than the other one, though she doesn't act like it."
Kakkarot smirked, "Seems to me like you've taken interest in that female Vegeta."
Ignoring his guard's usage of familiarity, the King made a dismissive gesture at his statement, "Don't make me laugh Kakkarot. I want her like I want a burr up my ass." The royal guard snickered at that statement. "Speaking of pains in my ass," Vegeta continued, "Anyla has been acting strangely lately. I mean more so than usual." He paused for a moment to let this sink in. His guard didn't look surprised to hear this, "Keep an eye on her, will you Kakkarot?"
The King's guard nodded. That wasn't a request and from the look on Vegeta's face, it was a warranted demand.
The sound of footsteps reached their ears and both waited expectantly to see who it was. The noise ceased as the person paused outside of the door, then burst through decisively. Kakkarot's eyes immediately went to the King to gauge his reaction, after seeing who it was. The King's face was expressionless (as always) as he watched 'the blue-haired bitch' storm up to his throne.
She glared angrily at him, silent for a moment, then she finally got the words out between clenched teeth, "King Vegeta."
The King frowned in irritation, "It's about time."
Bulma took a deep breath and clasped her hands together behind her back so that she wouldn't be tempted to try to strangle Vegeta, "My apologies for sleeping in."
He merely waved her apology off, "I'm sure it'll never happen again."
She winced ever so slightly at the conviction in his tone, "Never again."
Nodding, Vegeta continued, "I want to talk to you about Anyla's behavior in the science classroom the other day."
Bulma's eyes widened in surprise, why did she tell him?
As if he read her mind, Vegeta explained, "I'll not bore you with the details, but I'll just say that I have my own devices for figuring things out. Anyla was more than willing to tell me." He paused as he sensed Kakkarot's amusement and gave him a warning look. An irritated came over his features as he continued, "Why did you lie for her?"
Sighing, the upset female answered, "I didn't want to cause any trouble between you and your fiancé."
Vegeta leaned forward in his throne, his face a cold mask of fury, "Don't let that stupid whore keep you from doing your job, and your job includes telling me everything pertaining to your time in the science classroom. And don't ever lie to me again. Is that clear enough for you?"
Bulma felt herself scowling at him, "Crystal clear."
"Good. You are dismissed."
Bulma curtseyed stiffly and left. Kakkarot watched her go, then turned back to Vegeta, "Where's the other one?"
"Who really gives a damn. One earth bitch to deal with is already one too many." The King growled, sitting back in his throne, letting silence fill the room. His guard fidgeted in discomfort for a while. "Let me guess Kakkarot," Vegeta said in a bored tone, "You're hungry."
Kakkarot's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, "Forgive me my King, it's just that I haven't eaten anything all morning."
Vegeta frowned as his own stomach turned traitor on him and rumbled loudly. He stood up and walked past his guard, his arms crossed over his chest. "Well don't just stand there, you fool. Let's get some breakfast."
**** ******* **
>Hours later<
"My Kami Bulma!" Chichi gasped from her room after she was finally told about the incident, "He might have killed you! What were you thinking?"
Bulma scowled in the direction of her friend's voice, "Chichi, the bastard King can't kill me. He needs me, I am not expendable."
Shrugging, the raven-haired female came out of the room wrapped in a large towel and gave her friend a gold card, "Here, this one's yours. I found them this morning after you left."
Bulma quickly looked the card over. It said:
Name: Bulma Briefs; Head of Science Department
Classification: 2nd Class
Privileges: A+
At the bottom was the King's signature and in the upper right hand corner was the royal seal. "Strange..." Bulma mused. "Let me see yours, Chi."
Name: Chichi; Assistant to the HSD
Classification: 3rd class
Privileges: B
*Privilege restrictions wavered if in presence of HSD or other 2nd Class.
"What are they for?" Chichi asked, taking back her card and then returning to her room, "Security? Or are they credit cards or something?"
"I think they're passes." Bulma guessed. Yet another thing Bardock failed to explain. I've really got to give that Saiyan a good talking to...
She waited patiently for her friend by her own door (she got dressed a few minutes ago), tucking the card into her back pocket. She quickly looked over her clothes: red 3/4-sleeve shirt with a plunging neckline, low-riding tight khaki capris that showed off her showgirl legs, black platforms, her silver translator bracelet, small, silver hoop-earrings, a silver chain with a locket (containing a picture of Yamcha), a thin gold band on her right ring finger, and a silver watch on her left hand. Her hair was up in a red ribbon in a high ponytail with a few curly strands hanging loose about her face. She quickly put on some mascara and lip gloss.
"Hurry up already Chichi. How are going to fit in with all the others if we don't have the right clothes?!"
Chichi blushed and hesitantly entered the room, "Just tell me I don't look as silly as I feel." She was outfitted in a simple, yet complementary long- sleeved, scoop-neck black dress with a low back, low heel black shoes, her translator bracelet, a thin gold band on her right ring finger, and silver stud earrings. Her black hair was curled and hung loose about her shoulders.
Bulma snapped her compact closed and smiled encouragingly, "You look great Chi, and you are guaranteed to have a good time, as long as you loosen up, all right? This is the weekend; let's have fun!"
Chichi nodded, a smile on her face, "Let's!"
~ All day long, Bulma bothered and wheedled Bardock to get him to tell her how to get out of the castle, where to find any clothing stores, and where to find a 'hot-spot' to have fun. He finally told her, but made sure he emphasized her responsibility as an employee of the King to act dignified in public.
Bulma merely waved his little speech off, "Just because I work for The Bastard doesn't mean I have to be a total prude. I plan on having a good time, regardless of the consequences." ~
Most Saiyans are capable of flight, but for those who were too weak, too old, injured, or lazy, there was a network system that could transport you to and from virtually any location. A Teleportation Unit (or TU) is the perfect device for public usage since it is virtually indestructible. The only drawback is that the user was usually a little dizzy after usage, which is why Bulma nearly stumbled as she exited the booth (similar in size to a payphone booth). She leaned against a wall to steady herself.
Chichi came from the one next to her and smiled crookedly, "That wasn't so bad."
Bulma grinned as the effects wore off and they walked toward the clothing store next to their booths, "I guess it beats having to walk 17 miles to the only ready made clothing store on the planet."
The clerk raised his eyebrows at the two tail-less females as they walked into the store, "Can I help you ladies?"
Bulma shrugged, "That depends. Do you have clothes in the size of my friend and myself?"
The clerk mentally assessed their sizes, then nodded, "Yes, but they'll all be in the junior section, in the medium sizes." He chuckled good-naturedly, "I'm afraid most female Saiyans your age are a trifle more built physique wise."
Bulma looked at Chichi, who shrugged, "Fine by us."
>About 25,000 SMUS (standard monetary units) later...<
Bulma capsulated all of her purchases and on a last minute decision, her purse also, "That was 19,500 SMUS well spent in my opinion." Turning to her best friend, she smiled, "Aren't you glad you bought all that stuff Chi?"
Chichi laughed a little nervously, "I've just never spent that much on just clothes in one day before."
"Oh live a little." Bulma scolded, waiting as her assistant capsulated her own purchases, "Let's go find a club or something." She got in one of the TUS and searched for a good place under the heading 'entertainment'.
The blue-eyed female chuckled as she found a club bold enough to call itself, 'The Club'. "Let's go to The Club, Chichi." She called to her friend in the TU next to hers. She pushed the button, held her breath, and closed her eyes as she felt as though she was flying through the air. A faint, 'ding' indicated that she had reached her destination.
The sounds of people cheering, glass breaking, and music shaking the wall were all signs that they were indeed at a club. Unfortunately, they couldn't see a thing anywhere outside of the faint light inside of the TU.
Bulma left hers and frowned in the darkness, "Where the hell is-"
"Hey." A Saiyan yelled as he opened a door adjoined to the room. Bulma looked at him, and faintly heard rustling behind her as Chichi approached. "Let me see your cards and then you two can come on in."
Bulma smile, relieved that she had left hers in her pocket. She waved it at him, "She's with me."
"All right, all right, go on in." The bouncer grumbled, glancing at the card.
They walked past him, and into The Club's semi-dark recesses. Bulma wasn't sure where to keep her eyes, she gasped, even as she put her card in her pocket. There were things of interest everywhere. A brightly lit bar (with a 5 drink limit: a drunk Saiyan = a very destructive and possibly homicidal Saiyan), a dance floor, a part of the room where couples were wrapped up in each other, groups of singles, a small place for eating, and a few games that no one was playing.
"Do you think we should split up?" Chichi yelled over the loud music.
"Yeah," Bulma answered, "But let's stay kind of within each other's sights, just to be safe."
Chichi waved goodbye and weaved through the dancing couples so that she was near a solitary, handsome young Saiyan. They began to talk earnestly, much to Bulma's amusement. A tap on her shoulder startled her and she spun around, ready for the worst.
"You!" She exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for a good time, just the same as you are I warrant."
Bulma blushed and tried to be as polite as possible, "Please pardon my rudeness Lord Vegeta. I was just a little surprised to see you here of all places."
The former King chuckled, "I was equally surprised to see you at one of my favorite haunts, my dear, though I hid it better I daresay."
Bulma smiled, "You're humoring me, my Lord."
The old Saiyan's tail flicked from side to side lazily, "Never. You are too beautiful to humor. I'd sooner desire and lavish you with attention than humor you."
Blushing, Bulma took a step back, "Now you're embarrassing me."
Lord Vegeta smirked, "I know." He looked down at her, "So, have you seen Anyla lately? I believe that after how worked up you just got me, I'm going to need an easy lay."
Ignoring the last part of the older Vegeta's statement, Bulma shook her head, "Haven't seen her." She frowned in irritation as thoughts of the disturbed female brought about thoughts of someone else, "I have seen your son though."
Lord Vegeta chuckled, "You say it as if it's a bad thing." He joked. Bulma snorted in an unladylike fashion, causing him to grin, "The brat's an ass, hell, I've had to put up with him all of his life. He isn't as likable as me, but he isn't half bad if you can get on his good side and once you get to know him."
"I'm sure Vegeta will be glad to hear you say so." Kakkarot drawled lazily, brushing lightly past Bulma. He smiled at her briefly, then turned back to the older Vegeta, "You can tell Vegeta yourself if you want."
"Tell me what?" A cold voice asked.
Bulma cursed inwardly as she instinctively turned to that voice. Oh Kami help me, it's Vegeta. Her heart began to beat a little faster and she felt tension entering her body.
The King's eyes found her and trailed slowly up her body from her black platforms. When he met her eyes, she was glaring at him, her cheeks tinged pink with anger and embarrassment. He ignored her look and looked to Kakkarot, "Well? What were you going to tell me Kakkarot?"
His guard smirked as Lord Vegeta virtually squirmed in discomfort, "Your father was merely saying that you're not as bad as you act sometimes."
The King was momentarily stunned (much to his guard's and Bulma's amusement). "Father if you were half as useful as you are bothersome-"
Lord Vegeta grinned sheepishly (something he does a LOT), "Oh come on son. I was just trying to make you look better in this girl's eyes. For Vegetaseii's sakes, she practically sees you in the same eyes as she sees that bitch, Anyla."
Vegeta's eyes rested on Bulma's as he raised his eyebrows to see if this statement was true. Bulma merely smiled innocently and turned to Kakkarot, "So, why are all three of you here? Is this some weird sort of coincidence or something?"
The guard's eyes briefly went to his King, "I'm not sure if I can say..."
Vegeta shrugged, his face devoid of any emotion, save slight irritation, "Go ahead and tell her."
"We think Anyla's meeting somebody, one of our enemies, here tonight."
Bulma nodded, "That wouldn't surprise me in the least, she's just that kind of person. I'm curious to one thing though." She paused, a curious look on her face as she turned from Lord Vegeta to King Vegeta, "How do you expect to catch her if she sees Vegeta here?"
Lord Vegeta sighed wearily, "That's where I come in, I'm afraid."
"Don't tell me..." Bulma started, disbelief in her voice. Kakkarot nodded, confirming her doubts. "You," she pointed to the older Vegeta, "Are going to impersonate the King?"
Lord Vegeta sighed again, rubbing his facial hair mournfully, "Unfortunately, yes, which means I'm going to have to go shave and sit in the damn throne for the rest of the day...or at least until the brat brings his ass back home."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, "Don't feign being upset father. You were practically jumping at the chance to be King again at the meeting 2 hours ago."
Lord Vegeta 'coughed', "Yeah, well, I better go shave and everything in a bathroom. I'll be coming out as the King." He chuckled, "And Vegeta will come out as me, facial hair and all. Come on brat, let's get this over with."
Vegeta scowled as he followed his father from the dance floor. Bulma shook her head after the two of them, a tiny smile on her face. They're so alike in their mannerisms, no matter how much Vegeta tries to deny he's anything like his father. She stood there looking around for a long moment until she realized she wasn't standing there alone. Kakkarot was still there, but he was staring at (someone) on the other side of the dance floor {Chichi dancing with the young Saiyan from earlier}.
"Kakkarot. Aren't you supposed to be guarding the King?"
"What?" The guard asked, blinking his eyes a few times, "Oh yeah." He left in the direction his King had gone.
Interesting. I wonder if he likes Chichi as much as she seems to like him Maybe I should worry about myself for once. I need to find someone to dance with or I'll just be stuck here, looking like an idiot. She took a deep breath for courage and then walked up to a group of male Saiyans, "Which one of you lucky men wants the chance to dance with me?" She asked, a confident smile on her face.
Momentarily stunned, no one in the group immediately volunteered until one of them snapped out of it and stepped forward, "I will.' His friends watched the two of them go enviously.
Her partner was about 26, maybe five inches taller than her, cute, but not as handsome as she would of preferred {if she wasn't so nervous, and she was thinking clearly, she would of asked herself who she was comparing the boy with}. Oh well. He's not bad for my first Saiyan. She thought, smiling.
A large platform on the far-end of the room lit up and all other lights went out as a beautiful blue woman in chains began to sing a slow, sad song. With a lopsided smile, her partner awkwardly tried to put his hands on her hips. Bulma stopped him, "Let's just do it my way for now, OK?" She put his left hand on her right shoulder, and his right around her waist. She followed suit, only she put her right hand on his chest to keep a little room between them.
A little uneasy, Bulma tried to make conversation, "So...what do you do for a living?"
Her partner smiled brightly, "I'm a trainer. The names Cabbo. And you're Bulma, right?"
"Right." Bulma said, smiling back.
"Yeah, I've heard a lot about you."
"Oh really?" Bulma said, starting to lose interest in this man already. She finally found Chichi in the crowd dancing with...Oh my Kami! She's dancing with Kakkarot! Wait a second, if he's out here, then where's-
"Shove off brat." A gruff voice commanded.
Bulma's partner bowed respectfully after immediately releasing her, "I'm sorry Lord Vegeta." He got no reply, nor did he expect one. He left the two alone.
Bulma frowned up at 'Lord Vegeta', "Vegeta, what are you-"
"Shut up." He growled, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her to him.
Bulma blushed at the close contact...but complied, putting her arms around her partner's neck as best as she could. They danced in silence for a while, letting the beautiful voice of the singer wash over them.
"Why is Kakkarot out here too?"
"He's supposed to be looking for Anyla."
"Where's your father?" Bulma asked in a low whisper, her face close to his ear.
"Sitting in my throne, impersonating me, and probably acting like a damn fool." Was the reply.
Bulma moved her head back and smiled genuinely at the King, "Oh come on. He may be a little crusty, but your father isn't going to do anything as stupid as that."
Vegeta ignored the second 1/2 of her statement and smirked, "'Crusty'? That's a good word for him, strange, yet fitting in a way."
Something in his eyes made Bulma lose her train of though just then and she could only stare into those black eyes mutely. Vegeta seemed to be plagued by the same feeling as he looked into her eyes, but he tore his eyes away, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. His grip tightened slightly, "What the hell is Kakkarot doing with your assistant?"
Bulma sighed, "I believe they're dancing."
Vegeta's eyes returned to hers and reflected his growing frustration, "You know what I mean."
Bulma rolled her eyes at him, "Yes I do, but I was just trying to make you laugh or smile. Kami forbid the esteemed Vegeta could have a sense of humor! Loosen up for crying out loud."
The King (who looked more like Lord Vegeta with the clothes he was wearing and other slight changes in his appearance, including the facial hair, and) frowned a little, but said nothing as he turned his attention elsewhere.
Bulma eyed his features appreciatively now that she was allowed a close-up of the Saiyan no ou. His ebony hair was thick and lustrous, and for some reason, Bulma wanted to believe that it was soft, not spiky as it appeared. Black eyebrows winged over two intense black eyes that mirrored his very soul, an aristocratic nose, and his mouth in a straight line. What does his mouth taste like I wonder? Bulma thought absently, licking her lips unconsciously. She blushed as the mouth turned into a frown and Vegeta glared down at her.
"What the hell are you staring at?" He growled low in his throat.
"You know what Vegeta, you are so..." Sexy, desirable, mysterious, unpredictable, serious, aloof, rude, annoying, drop-dead gorgeous, sex on legs, hot as hell...there are so many ways to describe him... "You are so over-reactive."
The King's frown turned into a full-fledged scowl, "How do you expect me to react when I find the world's bitchiest, most annoying female staring at me as though I was a six-course meal, and she hasn't eaten for weeks."
Blushing, Bulma scowled back at him, "I was merely intrigued as to how such an ugly, egotistic bastard such as yourself ever became King."
"That's easy," Vegeta said, as if he hadn't heard her insults, "I became King as soon as I became stronger than my father."
"You're impossible." Bulma seethed. She removed her hands from where they had been draped around his neck, relieved when she heard the singer finish her last note and the sounds of scattered cheering and clapping. She smiled as the King seemed unaware of this and left his hands on her hips, "You can let me go now Vegeta. I know it's been a while since you've touched a real woman and all, but-"
Vegeta hastily let her go, "Your insanity must be contagious; I didn't notice when-" He stopped abruptly and grabbed Bulma's hand, pulling her deeper into the dim club.
"What is it?" Bulma asked as Vegeta turned her so that was blocking him from the bar.
"Anyla." He said simply, his voice devoid of emotion.
An encounter with her is just what I need to top off a wonderful evening. She thought, groaning inwardly. She tried not to look at Vegeta, his eyes were too penetrating and besides: I hate him...right? She looked behind him, to his left and to his right...then turned crimson in embarrassment. As far as she could see were Saiyans all engrossed in heavy to light make- out sessions. I can hear them for crying out loud. She thought, closing her eyes as she heard moans from all around her and the sound of clothes unzipping or coming halfway off.
Vegeta seemed oblivious. His attention eventually returned to her and he frowned at her flushed state in puzzlement, "What is it?"
"Nothing...it's nothing." She said, closing her eyes even more tightly and trying not to hear the noises around her.
A minute passed, and the King finally realized the cause of her discomfort, "Oh, I see what's wrong." He smirked, "What's the matter Bulma? Are you jealous?"
She opened her eyes, "No!" She denied adamantly, shivering a little as she did so at the King's usage of her name.
The King gently pulled her closer to him and held her chin in one hand, the other lightly moved the hair from her face, "Are you sure?" He whispered, his voice and the intensity of his eyes making her shiver in desire, "Because all you have to do is ask..."
"Ask-ask you?"
Vegeta's eyes burned with emotion as he released her chin and smirked at her, "Ask me to kiss you."
"Kiss you?" Bulma said, her voice shaking only slightly as she fought to control her emotions, "I don't want you to-"
"What did I tell you about lying to me Bulma?" The King purred dangerously, even as he pulled her body against his.
Bulma closed her eyes in submission, "Damn you, I want you to kiss me, but if you gloat about this later I'll-"
The remainder of her threat was left unspoken as Vegeta lowered his head to kiss her. Surprised at first, Bulma only stood there, unresponsive, but she eventually leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around the King's neck. She felt herself being turned around and pressed against a wall, but she didn't care. She moved her hands to his hair and smiled against his lips as she found that it was soft as she had hoped. She closed her eyes to let the feelings wash over her and take her away. She felt the King's tongue against her mouth and she gladly granted him access, moaning as she felt his tongue touch hers. Bulma unconsciously clutched the area of Vegeta's waist where his tail was wrapped tightly around him; she didn't notice his abrupt cease of movement as she did so. She leaned further still into the kiss, her tongue entering the King's mouth and exploring. Vegeta almost lost control right about then; the urge to throw the female before him to the floor and take her was maddening, but he regained his composure, letting her take control.
~ The King didn't normally find any kind of pleasure in something as simple and as small as a kiss. Hell, it's probably been 10 years since his 1st and last kiss ('til now). He never kissed Anyla, not once, nor did he ever have the desire to. His relationship with Anyla could be considered mostly one-sided. He did his business and left. Anyla never seemed to mind, she actually seemed to enjoy it. Yet somehow all of that rutting, all of those 'quickies', every single sexual interlude he had participated in previously all paled compared to one kiss from this earth woman.
~ Bulma lost track of her surroundings. She only knew Vegeta and the pleasure she was getting from kissing him. Kisses never usually turned her on. Actually, the only man she ever kissed (Yamcha) left a lot to be desired. It was a lot like frenching a fish, as she had complained to Chichi numerous times before his death. They'd never had sex except for once. It was painful, awkward, and humiliating for the inexperienced Bulma and she never wanted to do it again...until now. She would have eventually repeated the painful experience with Yamcha after they got married. Hell, they weren't even engaged because Yamcha suffered from an unfortunate disease called 'commitmentitis'. Just thinking about commitment made him sweat.
But all thoughts of Yamcha, frenching a fish, and 'commitmentitis' where far from her brain as she wrapped her arms around the King's muscular neck. She absently noticed that she was running out of oxygen. She groaned in remorse and pulled away. Vegeta let her go with out protesting, no sign of what he was feeling, beside a brief flick of disappointment in his eyes.
Bulma's cheeks were pink, not in embarrassment, but in her heated state. She panted only slightly, but watched the King curiously. He didn't seem mad or triumphant or anything She smiled as she saw a tiny smudge of her lip gloss on his lips, "Vegeta-"
"Excuse me Lord Vegeta, but I've got to talk to Bulma." Chichi interrupted, pulling her friend to a secluded area. "Bulma," she began, her black eyes narrowed, "Try to imagine my shock...no horror, when I look up from my ginger ale to see my best friend and the King's father making out as if there was no tomorrow. What the Hell were you thinking? For crying out loud, you were even kissing the wrong Vegeta!"
Bulma frowned at her friend, "Chichi, who I decide to kiss is not your business. Besides, I couldn't help but notice you and Kakkarot getting chummy on the dance floor."
"That was different," Chichi said, putting her hands on her hips, "We weren't sucking on each other's face in public. And at least Kakkarot isn't twice my age!"
Taking a deep breath, Bulma tried not to lose her temper, slowly releasing the air between pursed lips, "Chichi: mind your own damn business. I'm only going to say it once. If I want your nose in my business, I'll ask. Stay the hell out of my affairs."
The raven-haired female flushed with anger, "Fine by me!" She stormed off in the direction of the TU, brushing angrily past the bouncer.
"Good!" Bulma yelled after her, feeling childish. She walked back into The Club, only to run into something hard and warm. She felt herself start to fall backwards, until two hands somehow managed to catch her.
"Sorry about that love." A voice with an accent that sounded like it could be Australian drawled. A tall blue-green man with a green braid resting on his shoulder smiled at her. He removed his hands from her sides and bowed, his cape sweeping behind him, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before. I'm Zarbon."
"Oh," Bulma said, a little taken aback by the man's forward personality that could rival her own, "I'm--".
"She's mine."
Zarbon raised his eyes from Bulma's and turned to the figure behind him, "Ah Lord Vegeta." He smirked, "I see you remember me from our last encounter." A low growl was the only response he got. Zarbon chuckled, "I can see that you're well. How is your son, by the way?"
Bulma watched Vegeta from beneath lowered lashes, her fingers clenched together as she grew afraid that this man would find out that the Vegeta he was talking to was the one he was talking about.
Vegeta gave a laugh eerily similar to his father's, "The brat is as much a pain in my ass as always."
Zarbon nodded in agreement, "No surprise there. Some things never change. So...have you heard anything about how his training is coming along?"
'Lord Vegeta' frowned, but quickly exchanged it for his father's character sheepish look, "No, I haven't. But he isn't much stronger than me. I know that much."
"Interesting," Zarbon mused, "Well, I've got to be going. I've got a ship to catch back to Freeza. See you around old man." He said, clapping the Saiyan on the shoulder, "No hard feelings over the concubine?" He asked, jerking his head in Bulma's direction.
Bulma's eyes lit up in anger and she would have said something if Vegeta hadn't said something first.
"Just don't touch what's mine and you'll live to see the light of another day."
"Yeah, sure." Zarbon chuckled, leaving.
The earth female and Vegetaseii's ruler stood in silence for a long minute until Bulma broke it, "Since when do I belong to you?"
Vegeta shrugged, "You're my employee, you work for me, therefore I own you."
"But I'm NOT a concubine. I'm no one's concubine! Who does that asshole think he is?!"
"Freeza's right hand man." Vegeta answered.
"Oh." Bulma said, not knowing who in the 10 hells Freeza was. She giggled as she remembered something. "You do a very convincing Lord Vegeta, Vegeta."
The King shrugged nonchalantly, "When you've been around the old fool for as long as I have, he starts to rub off on you.
Yawning, Bulma looked at her watch. It read 3:52. "I better go back to my room so that I can get the kids' homework graded and get the lesson plans finished up. Besides, I need to go to bed. Good night Vegeta." She said, walking away.
Vegeta caught her wrist as she was going, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Bulma looked into his eyes and felt her heart start racing, "I don't think so. I don't know."
He chuckled lightly, "You forgot this," He kissed her gently this time and she melted against him with a sigh. He gently pushed her away, "Now you can go."
Bulma watched in confusion as he walked back into The Club. He's such a mystery! I never know what to expect from him. I have a feeling that he'll be 2x as horribly mean to me than usual later to make up for this. She shrugged and walked past the bouncer and into the TU room, only to find a figure sitting with her back against the wall, knees pulled up to her chest, head resting on her knees, snoring lightly. Chichi. Thank Kami for friends like her. She bent her knees and gently shook her friend's shoulder.
"Wake up Chi." She said softly.
Chichi slowly opened her eyes, but once she did, she was fully awake. She got up with Bulma's help. "Bulma, I-I was waiting for you. I didn't want anything bad-"
Bulma put an arm around her friend's shoulders and hugged her as she helped her to the TU, "I know, and thank you Chichi."
