New Beginning

“I SAID GET BACK HERE, BULMA BRIEFS!!!!! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT AND GET THAT MURDEROUS ALIEN FREAK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!!”

Bulma scurried out the door in high heels, just barely having avoided her father’s attempt to grab her arm and prevent her leaving.

“Don’tworryDaddy,IpromiseI’lltakecareofitbutIhaveadatenowwithYamchasoI’llseeyoutomorrowanddon’tworry!!!!!” She quickly muttered, running as fast as she could in her ridiculously tall shoes.

He shot after her, but she sped off at over eighty miles per hour in her car before he could reach her.

‘Man, he took that even worse than I thought he would…and I certainly didn’t assume he’d take it lightly…’ She heard her cell phone ring and put the receiver to her ear.

“Yamcha?”

“NO IT’S NOT YAMCHA NOW YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW OR I’LL *&%*$@#&^*%$~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Bulma quickly hung up on her father and dialed Yamcha’s number.

“Yamcha? I’m sorry but I’m on the way to the restaurant. You’ll have to meet me there rather than picking me up. Why? Because…well, it’s a long story.” Bulma really planned to lie to him. She didn’t want to freak out another person in the same night. She figured she could just tell him the truth later when her father had calmed dow

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At two in the morning Vegeta decided to call it a night. After a quick shower in the GT, he decided he was hungry. He walked outside of the GT, resolving to search for food before going to sleep. The stars were out and a pale half-moon was prominent in the night sky.

He grunted when he saw a piece of cardboard on a pole sticking up from the ground in the middle of the yard. He walked up to it and looked at the other side. It was a warning sign: ‘BEWARE OF AGGRESSIVE PERSON!’ A very badly drawn picture of Vegeta was below the printed words.

‘They had better heed the warning,’ He thought, 'or I’ll tear their heads off with my bare hands.’ His stomach growled again, reminding him of his hunger. Remembering that Bulma had not yet given him a tour of Capsule Corp, he realized he had no idea where to find sustenance other than the forest.

His senses perked up when he heard a rustle among the bushes behind him. He froze with a sinister smirk marking his features. The hunt had always been one of Vegeta’s favorite pastimes. His hypersensitive ears alerted him to the grunting of some type of creature. He had become familiar with this particular noise over the past week. It was a boar. He spun around and attacked.

Five minutes later, Vegeta came strutting out of the woods carrying a half-eaten leg of boar. He had torn the beast apart with his bear hands. Nobody was about, so he decided to explore the property of Capsule Corp. Chances were the building was locked. In the front there was a large, nearly empty parking lot.

Suddenly he noticed a familiar stylish red car that had just entered the parking lot and screeched to a halt near the entrance of the building. Vegeta sed bed behind a tree to remain hidden. ‘That must be the blue-haired girl.’ He thought, wondering why she was just returning at this time of night.

Bulma kicked open the door in a rage and slammed it loudly behind her. Vegeta could tell she was pissed. He recalled she had said that she was going out on a ‘date’ with Yamcha. Vegeta had no idea what a ‘date’ was, so he assumed that it must be the same thing as an argument or something, considering how annoyed Bulma appeared.

Her brows were furrowed and her hair was an absolute mess, as was her make-up. Despite her strange appearance, Vegeta still found her attractive.

As soon as she reached the sidewalk, she started walking in his direction. He ducked around the trunk of the tree as she passed by muttering obscenities and heading for the backyard. He silently pursued her in curiosity.

Bulma was very upset about the night she had just had. She assumed that Yamcha was just planning on charming her into sex after an elegant dinner and a good time at a dance club. She never imagined that his idea of a ‘special night’ FOR HER would be to go to the wildest strip club in Satan City so she could watch him get turned on by slutty, scantily-clad women.

His excuse was that he was trying to get her into a ‘sexual’ mood. “Unfortunately he doesn’t seem to realize that not all women are bisexual…idiot…stupid bastard…” She murmured behind clenched teeth.

Vegeta heard her and wondered what she was talking about, though he assumed it must have had to do with the ‘argument/date’ she had had with her weak human mate.

When Bulma walked up to the window of the GT and peeked inside, Vegeta realized that she was looking for him. He crept up behind her intent on scaring the living daylights out of her. “Looking for someone?” He snickered.

She spun around in surprise, finding that she was face to face with the Troll Prince himself, peering into his clouded eyes.

“Don’t do that, Vegeta! I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t killed while I was gone!” She whispered loudly, stepping back.

“Does this count?” He inquired, holding up the large piece of raw, freshly killed meat in her face.

Bulma covered her nose in a look of disgust and she jumped back away from the dead meat. He brought the boar’s leg to his mouth and tore off a large section of flesh. Bulma gagged.

“Seriously, Vegeta! Don’t you ever eat REAL food?” She complained, still grossed out.

Vegeta looked confused. “This…this is not…‘real’ food?”

“NO!” Bulma screeched. She stepped forward awkwardly, one hand still over her nose, and gestured for him to put the leg down. “Put that down, Vegeta! That’s disgusting! You shouldn’t eat that crap!”

Vegeta looked down at the leg, then back up at Bulma, then back down at the leg, and finally dropped it onto the grass. ‘I’ll get rid of that later.’ Bulma told herself.

She snatched Vegeta by the wrist, but he pulled back out of her grip. "Don't touch me, woman!" He snarled.

"Fine, you jerk! Just follow me." She yelled back and began to lead him towards the back entrance of Capsule Corp.

Vegeta was curious to find out what Bulma considered ‘real’ food, so he willingly followed her.

Inside, Bulma showed Vegeta to the fridge and his room, which happened to be right next to hers. She gave him an over-sized T-shirt and comfortable baggy pants to sleep in, without telling him that they originally belonged to Goku. He took them with a look of curiosity and confusion on his face.

“You’re supposed to sleep in them.” She told him. He just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

After emptying the fridge of its contents, Vegeta went to bed in his room.

It had been a long day for Bulma, and she was not looking forward to facing her father in the morning.