Well, hopefully this is the beginning of a fun writing career. =) This fic is a B/V thing, but like I said, it has a twist, and its not quite the stereotypical fic either. There is a sort of humor here, but I'm leaning more towards... well... something. I dunno.
Disclaimer: Do you think I'd be writing fanfics if I OWNED any of these characters?!
*** indicates breaks in time.
~~~ indicates a new setting.
Oh yes, all flames will be used to feed the dragon that lives under my bed. Without further ado, the fic!
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~Is it?~
"Vegita! For goodness sake, cant you take a day off from that stupid training? Its raining so hard out I cant even see past the front yard, and you're tracking mud all through the house! And-AH! Where are you going?! Listen to me, you lunkhead! You cant just ignore me like I am some sort of insect! Get back in here!"
Vegita grunted and rolled his eyes, walking in through the back door and heading to the stairs. Bulma followed him the entire way, as did her annoying nagging.
"I wonder if that woman EVER shuts up.." he muttered as he headed for the bathroom. Bulma kept up a steady stream of agitated chatter behind him.
"...even THINK I will cook dinner for you while you are dressed like that. I mean, there is mud all over your clothing. How did you manage that? The gravity chamber is only a few yards away from the house and you managed to get covered in filth somehow?"
Once again, the saiyjin prince rolled his eyes to the ceiling as he stepped inside the bathroom and pulled off the tight fitting t-shirt he had worn for training that day. The once white color of the fabric was now a mess, mud speckling the garment. His comfortable pants were now soaked through with rainwater, and his shoes left muddy imprints on the newly cleaned carpeting in Bulma's home.Water ran in rivulets down his muscled back, and dripped from his spiky hair onto the tiled bathroom floor.
Bulma was still yammering on, but Vegita tuned her out. His muscles burned after his workoput today. He had still not attained his goal of rising to Super Saiyjin.. Even that thought made him want to lash out, burn the house down with his anger. With a growl, he threw off the rest of his clothing and turned on the water, allowing it to warm to almost scalding tempratures before jumping into the shower. The warmth relaxed his muscles and eased the aches and pains of the day. Reaching out for his customary bottle of shampoo (extra starchy : )), he began to wash the thick, gravity defying hair of his....
"AAURGH! Woman, I'm gonna KILL you!"
~~~Later, Bulma was visiting Chi-Chi~~~
"So he was in the shower, and all of a sudden I hear him scream.. and shout that he was going to kill me! Naturally, I went up to see what was up...and he came out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a scowl! But I didnt even notice that at first.. because his hair was falling down around his shoulders, and he smelled like lilacs! He has grabbed my Herbal Essences shampoo instead of his own. Chi-Chi, that was so funny!"
Chi-Chi, meanwhile, was laughing herself blue. "V-ve-vegita, smelling like Lilacs?"
Bulma chuckled. "Yeah. He wont come out of the house until his hair goes back to normal. Says that it could take up to a week!"Chi-Chi guffawed again. Still smiling, Bulma stood. "Well, I would love to stay for a while, but I have to get over to Yamcha's. He and I have plans tonight, and I made us dinner."
Chi-Chi bid Bulma goodbye, and the aqua haired woman strolled down the road toward Yamcha's place to pick him up...
***
Heavy grunts were coming from the gravity training room. More sweat than usualy beaded Vegita's brow, and his rhythm was slower. His limp hair was slick with his sweat.
He was throwing simple kicks and punches, nearing the end of his workout. His hair, falling all the way past his mid-back, made the work all that much more tiresome. He didnt know how the humans managed with such silky, long, and limp hair. Wasnt it as hot as hell under it all?
Well.. the human females did have those ....what were they called? Scrunchies? But Vegeta would die before he lowered himself to the level of asking Bulma for one. Besides, he reasoned, his hair would go back to normal in a few days.
He hoped.
Glancing outside, the Saiyjin noticed that it was only 9:30 in the evening. For some reason he couldnt keep his mind on his training. Maybe it was because he hadnt eaten today...
The royal stomach began to growl in earnest, reminding him of that fact. There would be enough time to return to his training after he badgered that woman into cooking again. He hated to admit it, but he couldnt even boil water without having something go wrong...
Ah well. To the house!
***
Stepping inside, allowing the screen door to slam closed behind him, the first thing he noticed was that the house was dark. Pitch blackness. Wait... his eyes cut through the darkness, catching the slightest glimpse of a wavering light in the ajoining room. It was the dining room. Keeping light on his feet, the prince prowled across the floor and peered in through the crack in the door.
It was Bulma and Yamcha. How quaint. They sat across from each other at the large oaken dining table. Bulma and Yamcha were looking a bit strained, but still held great affection for each other in their eyes. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He almost turned and walked out the to the kitchen before he heard the quavering in Yamcha's voice as he began to speak.
Perhaps dinner could wait a bit.
***
Disclaimer: Do you think I'd be writing fanfics if I OWNED any of these characters?!
*** indicates breaks in time.
~~~ indicates a new setting.
Oh yes, all flames will be used to feed the dragon that lives under my bed. Without further ado, the fic!
********
~Is it?~
"Vegita! For goodness sake, cant you take a day off from that stupid training? Its raining so hard out I cant even see past the front yard, and you're tracking mud all through the house! And-AH! Where are you going?! Listen to me, you lunkhead! You cant just ignore me like I am some sort of insect! Get back in here!"
Vegita grunted and rolled his eyes, walking in through the back door and heading to the stairs. Bulma followed him the entire way, as did her annoying nagging.
"I wonder if that woman EVER shuts up.." he muttered as he headed for the bathroom. Bulma kept up a steady stream of agitated chatter behind him.
"...even THINK I will cook dinner for you while you are dressed like that. I mean, there is mud all over your clothing. How did you manage that? The gravity chamber is only a few yards away from the house and you managed to get covered in filth somehow?"
Once again, the saiyjin prince rolled his eyes to the ceiling as he stepped inside the bathroom and pulled off the tight fitting t-shirt he had worn for training that day. The once white color of the fabric was now a mess, mud speckling the garment. His comfortable pants were now soaked through with rainwater, and his shoes left muddy imprints on the newly cleaned carpeting in Bulma's home.Water ran in rivulets down his muscled back, and dripped from his spiky hair onto the tiled bathroom floor.
Bulma was still yammering on, but Vegita tuned her out. His muscles burned after his workoput today. He had still not attained his goal of rising to Super Saiyjin.. Even that thought made him want to lash out, burn the house down with his anger. With a growl, he threw off the rest of his clothing and turned on the water, allowing it to warm to almost scalding tempratures before jumping into the shower. The warmth relaxed his muscles and eased the aches and pains of the day. Reaching out for his customary bottle of shampoo (extra starchy : )), he began to wash the thick, gravity defying hair of his....
"AAURGH! Woman, I'm gonna KILL you!"
~~~Later, Bulma was visiting Chi-Chi~~~
"So he was in the shower, and all of a sudden I hear him scream.. and shout that he was going to kill me! Naturally, I went up to see what was up...and he came out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a scowl! But I didnt even notice that at first.. because his hair was falling down around his shoulders, and he smelled like lilacs! He has grabbed my Herbal Essences shampoo instead of his own. Chi-Chi, that was so funny!"
Chi-Chi, meanwhile, was laughing herself blue. "V-ve-vegita, smelling like Lilacs?"
Bulma chuckled. "Yeah. He wont come out of the house until his hair goes back to normal. Says that it could take up to a week!"Chi-Chi guffawed again. Still smiling, Bulma stood. "Well, I would love to stay for a while, but I have to get over to Yamcha's. He and I have plans tonight, and I made us dinner."
Chi-Chi bid Bulma goodbye, and the aqua haired woman strolled down the road toward Yamcha's place to pick him up...
***
Heavy grunts were coming from the gravity training room. More sweat than usualy beaded Vegita's brow, and his rhythm was slower. His limp hair was slick with his sweat.
He was throwing simple kicks and punches, nearing the end of his workout. His hair, falling all the way past his mid-back, made the work all that much more tiresome. He didnt know how the humans managed with such silky, long, and limp hair. Wasnt it as hot as hell under it all?
Well.. the human females did have those ....what were they called? Scrunchies? But Vegeta would die before he lowered himself to the level of asking Bulma for one. Besides, he reasoned, his hair would go back to normal in a few days.
He hoped.
Glancing outside, the Saiyjin noticed that it was only 9:30 in the evening. For some reason he couldnt keep his mind on his training. Maybe it was because he hadnt eaten today...
The royal stomach began to growl in earnest, reminding him of that fact. There would be enough time to return to his training after he badgered that woman into cooking again. He hated to admit it, but he couldnt even boil water without having something go wrong...
Ah well. To the house!
***
Stepping inside, allowing the screen door to slam closed behind him, the first thing he noticed was that the house was dark. Pitch blackness. Wait... his eyes cut through the darkness, catching the slightest glimpse of a wavering light in the ajoining room. It was the dining room. Keeping light on his feet, the prince prowled across the floor and peered in through the crack in the door.
It was Bulma and Yamcha. How quaint. They sat across from each other at the large oaken dining table. Bulma and Yamcha were looking a bit strained, but still held great affection for each other in their eyes. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He almost turned and walked out the to the kitchen before he heard the quavering in Yamcha's voice as he began to speak.
Perhaps dinner could wait a bit.
***