Chapter 18
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own DBZ…or any of the shows that I rip off! I do own ‘Lena’ though…after all, I
am who I am!
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(Happy Caterpillar again!)
Bulma sat at the bar and slowly drank down
another of the strange sparkly beverages that Vegeta now had her hooked on.
Vegeta himself was over at the bar ordering more drinks. They were celebrating!
“Hey there gorgeous, this chair empty?”
Bulma looked up at the red haired man who
presumptuously sat down across from her in Vegeta’s seat and looked at him with
contempt. “As a matter of fact it is taken, so you’d better move!”
The man smiled sleazily and tried to touch
Bulma’s hand. “Oh come on baby, I’ve seen the man you’re here with…that short
little nobody.”
“That short little ‘nobody’ is Prince Vegeta,
so unless you want to get your ass kicked I’d suggest you move.” Bulma scowled,
then a slight smile crept over her face as she noticed that Vegeta had noticed
her plight and was now heading over this way wearing his ‘I’m-an-angry-saiyan-so-don’t-fuck-with-me’
look.
“Get out of my chair, weakling.” Vegeta
grabbed the man by his collar and lifted him clean out of the seat and hurled
him to the floor.
“Hey dude! I didn’t mean to…” The man tried
to forestall his imminent beating, but Vegeta wasn’t having any of it.
“Shut up fool!” Vegeta kicked him to the
floor when the man tried to scrabble to his feet. “How dare you try to hit on
Prince Vegeta’s woman! Are you stupid or just plain suicidal?” Vegeta’s tone
was getting angrier and angrier, sparred on by the mans contemptuous look.
“Oh come on!” The man rolled his eyes. “You’re
not Prince Vegeta, Prince Vegeta was killed on Namek, every idiot knows that!”
The man avoided Vegeta as he climbed to his feet. “Besides, even if you were
Prince Vegeta, you don’t deserve a woman like her!” The man threw back his head
and laughed.
Vegeta was not impressed.
Not impressed at all.
Bulma winced as Vegeta’s fist connected with
the mans face with a sickening crunch, she winced again as the man howled in
pain and Vegeta roughly punched him in the stomach and sent him flying across
the room the hit the wall with a shuddering jar.
Vegeta glared around the bar nastily. “Any
body else want to hit on my woman?”
There was silence.
“Didn’t think so.”
~*~
Vegeta and Bulma walked through the
spaceport, glancing in windows and perusing the different stores at their
leisure. “I can’t believe you actually got into a brawl with another man over
me.” Bulma grinned with amusement, while Vegeta merely snorted. “That’s so
sweet!” She crooned.
“It wasn’t a real fight, that weakling loser
didn’t even hit back once.” He frowned at the memory and began to mutter under
his breath. “Idiot weakling doubting that I’m Prince Vegeta…”
“Hey!” Bulma interrupted him excitedly. “This
store looks interesting, let’s go in!” Bulma cut Vegeta’s mutters off and
opened the store’s door and walked in, Vegeta shrugged and followed her.
The store clerk, a tall girl with shiny black
hair looked up at them. “Hi I’m Lena, welcome to weasel world, how can I
help you?” The clerk grinned annoyingly and stared intently at Vegeta.
“We’re just looking thanks.” Vegeta growled
under his breath as the shop keep pranced closer and looked him up and down.
“Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?” She
tilted her head on the side and her green eyes gleamed with amusement at his
prickly attitude.
“No.” Vegeta snapped, backing away from the neurotic
girl.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Real sure?” She frowned at him.
“Yes!” Vegeta turned away from the annoying
clerk and wandered over to where Bulma was watching some small weasels playing
in a cage.
“They’re so cute! How much are they?” Bulma smiled
at them.
Bulma looked at the cute little weasels and
smiled again. “I don’t know…where did these things come from any way?”
“Oh this little place called Earth…they have
the strangest animals there!”
“What hideous little creatures.” Vegeta
muttered as he stared at them over Bulma’s shoulder.
The little weasels turned and looked at
Vegeta as he said this, then before Lena could close the door they all
weaselled their way out of the cage and leapt at Vegeta, fastening onto his
arms and legs as he shrieked and tried to batter them off. One weasel crawled
into his hair and Vegeta shrieked louder, hopping up and down and shaking
himself in a bad attempt to dislodge the angry weasels.
Bulma couldn’t help but laugh as Vegeta
dropped to the floor and began to roll around in an unconscious parody of the
old fire rule ‘stop drop and roll.’
“Oh my! President Regan! NO!”
She continued pulling snarling weasels form
off Vegeta until finally she pulled the last one from his neck and Vegeta
jumped to is feet, giving a small shudder of revulsion as the yellow weasel
called ‘President Regan’ in Lena’s arms hissed at him. “Umm, perhaps you’d
better go.”
Vegeta rubbed at the multiple weasel bites
and glared at Bulma. “Next time I’m picking the shop we go into.”
“No way!” Bulma scoffed. “Knowing you we’d
end up walking into some sort of mad scientists shop and you’d be turned into
some sort of strange half fly half man creature…then I’d have to call you ‘Buzzeta ’”
“That isn’t funny woman.” Vegeta glared at
her.
“Hey it’s the truth! You’re just as bad at
picking good shops as I am.” Bulma and Vegeta slowly walked back to the docking
bay where the captain of the guards and his men were assembled outside.
“Ah, Prince Vegeta, your ship if fully
stocked and we wish you a good departure.” The captain and his men bowed as
Vegeta and Bulma walked up the ramp and shut the airlock behind them.
Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief. “I can’t
tell you how glad I am to leaving.”
“Me either.” Bulma walked over to the controls
and started the ship. In a matter of minutes they had pulled out of the docking
bay and were continuing on their way home.
~*~
Vegeta was watching Bulma wash dishes when a
strange thought struck him. “Hey Bulma?”
“Mmm?” She glanced at him over her shoulder.
“What’s up?”
“I’m just wondering, suppose you went
spelunking with some friends and the cave collapsed and you were stuck in there
with no way out. I was just wondering what would be going through your mind?”
The saiyan prince considered Bulma with a smirk.
“That’s a weird question.” Bulma finished
washing up and pulled her rubber gloves off. “I guess ways of escaping would be
running through my mind…what would you be thinking?”
Vegeta smirked at Bulma. “I’d be thinking
that my friends are starting to look mighty tasty.”
“Vegeta!” Bulma threw a dishcloth at him.
“That’s horrible!”
Vegeta laughed and lunged at Bulma, scooping
her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he dropped her on the
bed and suddenly smirked. “Boy…is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” He
pulled off his armour and Bulma snickered.
“Yeah…I’m feeling really warm too…” She
pulled off her dress and licked her bottom lip.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and moved towards
her, catching her mouth in a passionate kiss, then the last person they ever
thought to hear from again interrupted them…
“Hey guys, miss me?” Lucas the incredibly
good-looking elf appeared in front of them and began to laugh…
~*~