Christmas At Capsule Corp.
Chapter 1: Face the horror
B/V ficcie for Christmas, okay. I KNOW it's NOT Christmas time but I wanna write this fic so cut me some damn slack. Let's just say several stupid minded weakling fools would be dead under mine or Vegeta's hand if I owned Dragonball Z. Unfortunately there isn't so damn those script writers. (They're weaklings too)
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The snow glistened on the outside of the building shaped like a dome, Capsule Corp. It was Bulma's home. Vegeta had been there for almost two years now after the second appearance of Frieza and the coming of that mysterious new kid from the future. The sayjin warrior just came out of his after training shower when he noticed a familiar scent coming from the kitchen, nonetheless, food. Following his nose he accidentally rammed into a rushing Bulma who had to take a while before she realized he was half naked and his towel hanged loosely around his waist, causing her to stare at him.
"Honestly Vegeta, don't you have manners around ladies? I'm on my way to an important business meeting and-" She was cut off by a deep voice coming from the sayjin prince.
"First of all woman, you are not a lady, you can not even represent a lady and I'm afraid you will never BE a lady. And may I remind you of the fact sayjins don't socialize? They never even think of manners, so stop asking me to get some. I'm in a lot more hurry than you, you don't save the world you know and you leave me to starve!" Vegeta said anger was clearly in his eyes.
"I'm not leaving you to starve in fact I baked 13 waffles for you sorry ass! You should be thanking me!" Bulma replied, showing no humor as she pushed him away and continued her usual strut to the meeting room not noticing the sayjin mutter "Bitch" under his breath. He also resumed his daily routine, pleased that half of it was already done for him. In order as follows:
Train in gravity room
Bother Bulma
Make sure she absolutely hates you
Make her make breakfast if she's angry or not. (Be sure to threaten her if necessary)
Eat the breakfast.
Mostly there were training and bothering Bulma on the list, then there was eating. It wasn't a very interesting schedule, he didn't mind though. He trudged upstairs and put on black jeans and a navy blue shirt that had the word "fighter" engraved on it, it fit his personality perfectly. He flew down to the living room, sat down on the couch and drowned out the other sounds of the house with the television. He watched his favourite program, the martial arts channel.
At the meeting Bulma explained to her father and the rest of the executives how the gravity room could improve the abilities of the earth's special forces and still be affordable, conceptual designs included. When she finished convincing the people around her she started packing up her things to return to the company's social room when her father came over to help her.
"Ingenious Bulma! If you weren't my daughter I would be jealous of you! Oh yeah…" He said while fishing through his formal coat producing a long string of credit cards. "Each one contains 10 thousand zeni, I know it's not much but it'll have to do for today." Bulma smiled at how well her father knew her.
"What are these for?" She asked.
"Bulma, I'm sorry I have to make you do this but since Vegeta is getting used to this world, he has to fit with its customs. You have to take Vegeta Christmas shopping."
"WHAT????????" She yelled. Even from the other side of Capsule Corp. Vegeta could hear the blood hurling scream and it was stinging his ears like hell. Within moments he was stepping over the remaining fragments of the door he had just blasted to kingdom come.
"Do you have any idea how loud you can be woman? You nearly blasted my ears off!" Vegeta calmly noted, moving closer to Bulma, eyes still angry. He stopped around two feet from her leaned over very close and yelled. "BOO!" She fell until she was about one centimeter from the ground when Vegeta caught her.
"Happy Holidays." He said then picked her up an immediately began laughing along with Dr. Briefs. It took Bulma a little while to notice that it was only a joke then she started to laugh too, Vegeta stopped laughing.
"I don't socialize. I came to find out why she screamed." Vegeta noted, even though Bulma caught sight of a tiny smiled just aching to come out. She felt a little sorry for him, but just a little…
"I told her she has to take you Christmas shopping."
"What's so horrible about that? I mean, if you don't want me to break something then don't put it there! I once saw a sports shop just tempting me to punch one of those swinging bags, damnit they drive me crazy." Vegeta told Bulma who groaned at the thought.
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Blah! Ha I talked!!! R&R!!!
-Lia
Chapter 1: Face the horror
B/V ficcie for Christmas, okay. I KNOW it's NOT Christmas time but I wanna write this fic so cut me some damn slack. Let's just say several stupid minded weakling fools would be dead under mine or Vegeta's hand if I owned Dragonball Z. Unfortunately there isn't so damn those script writers. (They're weaklings too)
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The snow glistened on the outside of the building shaped like a dome, Capsule Corp. It was Bulma's home. Vegeta had been there for almost two years now after the second appearance of Frieza and the coming of that mysterious new kid from the future. The sayjin warrior just came out of his after training shower when he noticed a familiar scent coming from the kitchen, nonetheless, food. Following his nose he accidentally rammed into a rushing Bulma who had to take a while before she realized he was half naked and his towel hanged loosely around his waist, causing her to stare at him.
"Honestly Vegeta, don't you have manners around ladies? I'm on my way to an important business meeting and-" She was cut off by a deep voice coming from the sayjin prince.
"First of all woman, you are not a lady, you can not even represent a lady and I'm afraid you will never BE a lady. And may I remind you of the fact sayjins don't socialize? They never even think of manners, so stop asking me to get some. I'm in a lot more hurry than you, you don't save the world you know and you leave me to starve!" Vegeta said anger was clearly in his eyes.
"I'm not leaving you to starve in fact I baked 13 waffles for you sorry ass! You should be thanking me!" Bulma replied, showing no humor as she pushed him away and continued her usual strut to the meeting room not noticing the sayjin mutter "Bitch" under his breath. He also resumed his daily routine, pleased that half of it was already done for him. In order as follows:
Train in gravity room
Bother Bulma
Make sure she absolutely hates you
Make her make breakfast if she's angry or not. (Be sure to threaten her if necessary)
Eat the breakfast.
Mostly there were training and bothering Bulma on the list, then there was eating. It wasn't a very interesting schedule, he didn't mind though. He trudged upstairs and put on black jeans and a navy blue shirt that had the word "fighter" engraved on it, it fit his personality perfectly. He flew down to the living room, sat down on the couch and drowned out the other sounds of the house with the television. He watched his favourite program, the martial arts channel.
At the meeting Bulma explained to her father and the rest of the executives how the gravity room could improve the abilities of the earth's special forces and still be affordable, conceptual designs included. When she finished convincing the people around her she started packing up her things to return to the company's social room when her father came over to help her.
"Ingenious Bulma! If you weren't my daughter I would be jealous of you! Oh yeah…" He said while fishing through his formal coat producing a long string of credit cards. "Each one contains 10 thousand zeni, I know it's not much but it'll have to do for today." Bulma smiled at how well her father knew her.
"What are these for?" She asked.
"Bulma, I'm sorry I have to make you do this but since Vegeta is getting used to this world, he has to fit with its customs. You have to take Vegeta Christmas shopping."
"WHAT????????" She yelled. Even from the other side of Capsule Corp. Vegeta could hear the blood hurling scream and it was stinging his ears like hell. Within moments he was stepping over the remaining fragments of the door he had just blasted to kingdom come.
"Do you have any idea how loud you can be woman? You nearly blasted my ears off!" Vegeta calmly noted, moving closer to Bulma, eyes still angry. He stopped around two feet from her leaned over very close and yelled. "BOO!" She fell until she was about one centimeter from the ground when Vegeta caught her.
"Happy Holidays." He said then picked her up an immediately began laughing along with Dr. Briefs. It took Bulma a little while to notice that it was only a joke then she started to laugh too, Vegeta stopped laughing.
"I don't socialize. I came to find out why she screamed." Vegeta noted, even though Bulma caught sight of a tiny smiled just aching to come out. She felt a little sorry for him, but just a little…
"I told her she has to take you Christmas shopping."
"What's so horrible about that? I mean, if you don't want me to break something then don't put it there! I once saw a sports shop just tempting me to punch one of those swinging bags, damnit they drive me crazy." Vegeta told Bulma who groaned at the thought.
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Blah! Ha I talked!!! R&R!!!
-Lia