Okay Peeps! Hi there! This is the Flying Monkey at your service. This
is my VERY FIRST fic...So! No big flames! Ever heard of constructive
criticism?! Sorry, don't mind me, I'm a bit exited because today on DBZ,
Veggie is back! YAY!!!! Okay, on with the story..
Disclaimer: (Almost forgot! ^.^ I don't own Dragonball Z or any of it's characters because I have a hard time spelling diccionary. So take that banana heads! *Sticks tounge out*
"Where did that Goddamn annoying brat get off to with my Dragonball?" Raged Vegeta, flying over the barren countryside of Namek. He suddenly stopped, floating in mid-air. "What the-" he started as spotted a glimpse of a round, white structure. The saiyin landed softly and got behind a rock. Peeking out, he observed a blue-haired genius cleaning and mumbling to herself. Vegeta suddenly remembered her, she was the silly girl who admired Zarbon until he turned into the monster/Zarbon. And Vegeta himself had threatened her to get the Dragonball from that short bald-headed weakling. "Wait a second," he said to himself, "maybe she has the Dragonball! And even if she doesn't, there is a good chance that she knows who has it and where it is." Vegeta smirked. Maybe she would prove useful after all.
Transition (da de dee dum!)~
Bulma grumbled to herself as she opened the back of her Earth-Namek-Radio with a screwdriver. "Whats the use of cleaning anyway? I mean, no one cares, they just say 'oh, hi Bulma, we have to go.' Stupid Krillen and Gohan leaving me alone on this miserable planet. I think we would have had those Dragonballs and already be on our way home if it werent for that stupid Vegeta getting in our way and stealing our Dragonballs. Ah! Annoying Vegeta. I wish Goku would come and beat the crap out of him and- Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrists and wrapped a hand around her mouth. "Now, I'm not that bad, am I?" said a voice by her ear. Bulma's eyes widened in shock as she broke free of the grip and turned around only to realize that the voice had come from none other than Vegeta himself. She stumbled backwards, tripping on a rock and falling to the ground. She curled up in a ball with her arms covering her head, trying to protect herself from any oncoming energy blasts. But there were none. Bulma opened her eyes to find that she was being carried. She watched in horror as the ground and her capsule house flew away. Now, she was mad. She started screeching in Vegeta's ear. "Let me down! Where are you taking me!? What do you want!? When goku finds out, I swear to Kami he will you, you son of a-" Vegeta tuned her out. *I cant take mush more of this incessant screeching.* Without a word, Vegeta raised his arm and hit Bulma across her face. Bulma collapsed in his arms. "Much better.' Said Vegeta.
Okay, I know its short, but don't worry, I've got the whole thing written on paper so it wont take that long to update. Read and go yell at a squirrel. Er.I mean review! ^.^
Disclaimer: (Almost forgot! ^.^ I don't own Dragonball Z or any of it's characters because I have a hard time spelling diccionary. So take that banana heads! *Sticks tounge out*
"Where did that Goddamn annoying brat get off to with my Dragonball?" Raged Vegeta, flying over the barren countryside of Namek. He suddenly stopped, floating in mid-air. "What the-" he started as spotted a glimpse of a round, white structure. The saiyin landed softly and got behind a rock. Peeking out, he observed a blue-haired genius cleaning and mumbling to herself. Vegeta suddenly remembered her, she was the silly girl who admired Zarbon until he turned into the monster/Zarbon. And Vegeta himself had threatened her to get the Dragonball from that short bald-headed weakling. "Wait a second," he said to himself, "maybe she has the Dragonball! And even if she doesn't, there is a good chance that she knows who has it and where it is." Vegeta smirked. Maybe she would prove useful after all.
Transition (da de dee dum!)~
Bulma grumbled to herself as she opened the back of her Earth-Namek-Radio with a screwdriver. "Whats the use of cleaning anyway? I mean, no one cares, they just say 'oh, hi Bulma, we have to go.' Stupid Krillen and Gohan leaving me alone on this miserable planet. I think we would have had those Dragonballs and already be on our way home if it werent for that stupid Vegeta getting in our way and stealing our Dragonballs. Ah! Annoying Vegeta. I wish Goku would come and beat the crap out of him and- Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrists and wrapped a hand around her mouth. "Now, I'm not that bad, am I?" said a voice by her ear. Bulma's eyes widened in shock as she broke free of the grip and turned around only to realize that the voice had come from none other than Vegeta himself. She stumbled backwards, tripping on a rock and falling to the ground. She curled up in a ball with her arms covering her head, trying to protect herself from any oncoming energy blasts. But there were none. Bulma opened her eyes to find that she was being carried. She watched in horror as the ground and her capsule house flew away. Now, she was mad. She started screeching in Vegeta's ear. "Let me down! Where are you taking me!? What do you want!? When goku finds out, I swear to Kami he will you, you son of a-" Vegeta tuned her out. *I cant take mush more of this incessant screeching.* Without a word, Vegeta raised his arm and hit Bulma across her face. Bulma collapsed in his arms. "Much better.' Said Vegeta.
Okay, I know its short, but don't worry, I've got the whole thing written on paper so it wont take that long to update. Read and go yell at a squirrel. Er.I mean review! ^.^