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Living with You

Chapter 1

"Well you are welcome to stay at Capsule Corp, Vegeta."

He snorted with disdain.

It had been months since Bulma had spoken those words and Vegeta had seemed to scorn them. Things worked out in the end, and now the Great Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans, was living in Capsule Corporation with Bulma and her family. At first, living together had been a chore and EVERYONE had to adjust to Vegeta's stubbornness and his whims. Apparently, even though Vegeta had not been an actual prince for many years, he still had the idea that everyone should cater to him. Luckily for him, he was tough and intimidating, so virtually everyone complied with his demands. Even Bulma had done everything he wanted for the longest time…

Now that everyone was living together in relative peace and settled into the new living conditions, Bulma wished that she had her old life back. As in…not having to work on new robots everyday for Vegeta to use, or to fix the ones he had already broken, or to upgrade the gravity room her father had created for Vegeta's use.

"It's time that someone puts him in his place," Bulma said to herself.

She was looking out of her bedroom window across the grounds in the direction of the gravity room. It was rumbling loudly and a faint light shone from out the one window it had. Bulma knew that Vegeta was in there, training very hard for his next fight with Goku. She had no idea what was driving him so hard to beat Goku; it wasn't logical at all.

"Goku is such a strong guy…And even if Vegeta does beat him, you can never really win against Goku, he would only say something like, 'Aw, too bad I lost…Oh well, maybe I'll win next time.'" It seemed that Goku never took anything seriously and Bulma highly doubted that he was as focused on his next match with Vegeta as Vegeta himself was.

Now she planned to wait until the usual time Vegeta decided to go to bed, and then…she would corner him!

"Right on time…" she muttered, smirking.

The whirring stopped in the gravity room, the light shut off and a sweaty and tired looking Saiyan stepped out, using a towel to wipe the sweat off of his face and neck. Bulma rushed away from her spot at the window and went to the top of the stairs where she waited for the usual sounds of Vegeta getting a midnight snack. After a few minutes she heard the refrigerator door open and she knew it was time to make her move. Stealthily she crept down the stairs and approached him from behind. One tiny detail she forgot to include in all her calculations: Saiyans have SUPERB hearing abilities.

"What do you want?"

He wasn't exactly irritated, rather he was tired and didn't feel like going in circles with her again, calling her "Woman" and Bulma yelling at him for treating her like a slave by not acknowledging her individuality.

"You're raiding my fridge," she replied, deciding not to get directly to the point.

"It's my 'fridge' as well and has been for the past five months. You have known about my eating at twelve or one in the morning, anytime after I've finished training. And yet," and here he finally turned to face her, "this is the first time you have decided to say anything about it." He took a long swig of milk straight from the jug; he knew she hated that. Even though he was tired and not in the mood to deal with her, Vegeta found that he couldn't resist annoying Bulma at least a little.

"Fine. I'll get to the point, Vegeta. I wanted you to know--"

"Hey," he cut in, "What did I say about calling me by my name?"

"Ugh. No, I'm not going to call you, Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans. You aren't my prince in the least! I don't have to say anything out of respect to you." He stood smirking at her.

"You just said it anyway…"

Bulma ignored him and continued. "I wanted to let you know how I feel about you treating us all like crap!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He grabbed a few more items out of the fridge and sat grudgingly at the table, muttering that he would be there for a while.

"Yes, you will be here for a while, Vegeta. Listen…" she sat down across from him, "You can't go on making demands of us. We let you stay here because you had no where else to go. Where would have stayed? You have no money for this planet…Kami forbid you get a job, that would mean less time to train! You are lucky we let you stay here! Why can't you show a little more appreciation? All you do is demand to be fed and to have the stuff you break fixed. You could at least say 'please' or something. No! You ORDER us to do all this stuff for you, and never thank us or even do your own laundry. Vegeta, I'm not saying change overnight, I'm not saying become a housemaid. What I am saying is please do not think that you can get away with being a jerk! All you are doing is making us afraid of you and getting us to do what you want." Here he smirked. "Wouldn't you rather have us doing things for you willingly? When you were really a prince and you actually had subjects to rule over, didn't you want loyalty out of them? Did you want to have to bully them into following you or your father's rule? I'm guessing that you would much rather they followed you because they like you and trust you. Right?"

Vegeta shrugged, "Any way I could get things done. Are you done?"

She sighed, "I don't know, am I? Are you going to behave better than you have been?"

"I don't think so."

Bulma let out a growl and gave up.

"I hate him!" she thought to herself while lying in bed. She could hear Vegeta showering a few doors down from her room. She couldn't believe that she hadn't gotten anything accomplished.

"Why did I have to offer a place for him here? What was I thinking? I knew he was a ticking time bomb, and I still thought it would be a good idea to let him stay here. I'm such an idiot! …Maybe I should kick him out of the house. Well…I can't. I'm not strong enough…Yamcha is strong though…he could do it for me! Yeah!" She sat up in bed with a wild smile plastered on her face. "I'll tell him that Vegeta threatened my life! And that he tried to rape me, no he DID rape me…and I'm scared…my family is scared…I might be pregnant…Oh I better call Yamcha now while I'm on a roll."

She quickly rolled out of bed and ran to her phone and dialed Yamcha's number.

"…He-llooo?" Yamcha yawned a greeting into the phone.

Bulma thought of a dying puppy and started her campaign for Vegeta's removal from her home. "Oh Yamcha," she cried, "Vegeta…he…he did something very bad."

"Mmm…did he break the machines again? Do you know that it's like two in the morning?"

"No, Yamcha, listen to me…you're the only one I feel like I can tell, and I just don't want to tell you. I wonder what you'll think when I tell you. Please, Yamcha, don't leave me! I need someone to be here for me right now." She broke out sobbing.

Apparently Yamcha was more alert now, for there was no trace of grogginess in his voice any longer. "What happened, Bulma? What did he do?" There was command and power in his voice that Bulma had never heard before. It startled her so much she forgot to answer him. "Bulma? Hello? Are you there?"

"What? Oh! Yamcha, I don't know how to say it…"

"It's okay, just tell me."

"Vegeta raped me! I'm so scared Yamcha! He's crazy! He just cornered me out of nowhere. He never talks to me except about those stupid machines and just now he cornered me downstairs and… did things to me."

"Oh…Kami, I'm so sorry Bulma….How crazy is he?" The commanding tone was gone and was replaced by a squeak of a voice that painfully told Bulma that she would have to do everything to make Yamcha mad instead of scared.

"Please, Yamcha, come here and kick him out of the house. You're so strong--"

"Not as strong as him!"

"You're amazing, I bet you could get rid of him. What if he goes after my mom next? What if he blows up the house? Come over, Yamcha."

Yamcha debated with himself on the other end of the phone. "Um…well I guess I should, huh? Yeah, Bulma, I'll be there soon."

Soon turned out to be 7 am the next day.

"Thank God Vegeta really didn't rape me, or else I would have killed Yamcha since he left me in the house with Vegeta after telling him something like that."

Vegeta was eating his breakfast when Yamcha knocked on the front door. As calmly and inconspicuously as she could, Bulma stopped eating and went to answer the door. Yamcha looked white, but his jaw was set. "It must have taken him a long time to work up courage to stand up to Vegeta," Bulma thought. "Hi," she said in a quiet tone.

"Where is he?" Yamcha asked. The squeak was barely noticeable now.

"He's eating." Bulma made her eyes wide and scared, "Please be careful, Yamcha."

Yamcha walked purposefully into the kitchen and stared at Vegeta and half turned to run back out of the kitchen again. Bulma, however, was standing in his way, with her eyes still wide, tears welling up and spilling out, breaking Yamcha's heart. "Vegeta, I want to talk to you," he heard himself saying gruffly.

"About what human? And hurry up, I need to get to my training."

Yamcha turned to look at Bulma again, but she was already gone, hiding so that she wouldn't see the wrath on Vegeta's face when he heard about the lie she had told.

"What you did to Bulma last night was unforgivable! She and her family were kind enough to let you stay here, and you repay them by taking advantage of her like that!"

Vegeta looked up from his pile of pancakes with a confused look on his face. "What? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! All I did was refuse to say please!"

"And that's the problem! You didn't ask Bulma to do what you did and now she's scared of you. I thought you were supposed to have pride. Do you have pride in what you did to her?"

"We argue all the time." Vegeta shoved a whole pancake in his mouth and grabbed his glass of milk, ready to drink some.

"Raping is not called arguing, Vegeta!"

The glass never got to Vegeta's lips as it had shattered in his hand. "What!" He stood up abruptly and knocked his chair over in the process.

"Don't try to deny it, Vegeta, Bulma called and told me all about it last night. She is scared for her life with you around and being so…so…barbaric. Just because she is a girl and she invited you to stay here since you don't have anywhere to go, that doesn't mean that she invited you to have sex with her. And if she told you not to, and you did it anyway, well then that's just wrong. She's worried about what you'll do to her mother!"

"Shut up already!" Vegeta growled back. "I didn't do anything to her last night, or any other night for that matter. I came in after training, she wanted me to be kinder to her family, I refused, she got mad and left, then I took a shower and went to sleep. That is all, not that I should have to answer to any human about such an outrageous accusation. What exactly did she say to you when she called you?"

"She said you cornered her and did things to her. Bulma was crying last night Vegeta, she doesn't cry that often, so I'm pretty sure you had to have done something."

"I did what I said I did. There are camera's all around this place," he pointed to the two security camera's in the kitchen and gestured to the one in the hallway, "take a look at the ones from last night and you will see the truth."

With those words, Vegeta left the kitchen and slammed the door shut behind him before going towards the gravity room. Yamcha stood at a loss. He was supposed to have kicked Vegeta out of the house, but it didn't quite happen. What about Vegeta's side of the story? What if he were right and Bulma had made up a lie?

"Yamcha? Is he gone? For good?"

Yamcha turned and saw Bulma standing in the doorway, her arms crossed protectively in front of her and her eyes still puffy from crying. "He…uh…went to the gravity room. He said he didn't do anything to you last night and I never got around to kicking him out of the house. He left on his own before I could."

"But Yamcha! He can't stay here!"

"Well, he said I should check the cameras to see what really happened…that doesn't sound like a thing he would say if he really did rape you…"

Bulma gaped at him. "You…don't believe me? Why would I lie about something like this!"

"Indeed, why would you?" Vegeta's voice rang loudly in the kitchen.

Bulma stood frozen in place for a second before rushing to Yamcha's arms. Vegeta glared at her. This time, Bulma wasn't pretending to be scared, she really was.

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Lady Branwen