Disclaimer: Any humorized resemblance to common 3 year gap themes
intentional.
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Big Phat Dragon Ball Z I
By Zukone
Prologue
Capsule corp.
There he was just like he was every night. He was flying not too far off
from her balcony - thinking about her, spying on her. It was all he could
do to contain himself. He had tried too many times to push it down, to get
it out of his system. She was a human, a mere mortal, and he was a Sayan.
He was a Sayan prince who couldn't be bothered with the likes of her.
Without realizing it though, he landed on the balcony somehow as if his
body knew something that he didn't. He leaned on the roman railing and
thought to himself.
She was so much of a woman. If only she were Sayan it could work out. He
stood up and slowly walked to the balcony doors and motioned as if to wrap
on the door. He paused thinking about what he would say. A self-grunt was
all the reassurance he needed to push him forward. He would probably
demand something from her like he always did.
"Come on babe." He heard Yamcha plead from within the chambers. Vegita
paused and withdrew his hand as if it had been burnt.
"No, Yamcha. You know I hate dancing." she shrieked. Hearing this sultry
voice pushed the man on the balcony back a few more steps. His eyes
widened contemplating about it. Bulma... dancing. It was just too
tempting. And why the.. why was she with that loser Yamcha. She was too
much woman for the scrawny likes of him to handle he humphed to himself.
"You just have to" Yamcha begged. Vegeta eyed the door curious as to the
going-ons behind it.
"Look, I know you just want to show me off to your friends. I'm not like
that, Yamcha. I'm not a piece of meat."
"Awe babe, anyone who had you would want to show you off. You're...
gorgeous."
"Thanks Yamcha, but my answer is still no."
Yamcha gave out a loud exhaustive overdramatic sigh, "Can't blame a man for
trying."
Bulma giggled from behind the door and then there was silence.
The deafening silence went on for about two minutes.
Were they, how did that pop star put it, oh yes, getting jiggy with it?
The very thought of Yamcha's unworthy hands all over Bulma incensed Vegita.
Without another thought he busted the door open to interrupt their little
get-together. He expected Yamcha to be there but apparently he had gone.
However, what he did see surprised him.
A/N
Here are some people we meet in this chapter:
4 Yamcha the inconsiderate
3 Vegita the jealous nutcase
2 Vegita the Stalker
1 Vegita the constipated emotional, I want her but don't want her, or at
least don't WANT to tell her, Vegita.
intentional.
Please read and review!
Big Phat Dragon Ball Z I
By Zukone
Prologue
Capsule corp.
There he was just like he was every night. He was flying not too far off
from her balcony - thinking about her, spying on her. It was all he could
do to contain himself. He had tried too many times to push it down, to get
it out of his system. She was a human, a mere mortal, and he was a Sayan.
He was a Sayan prince who couldn't be bothered with the likes of her.
Without realizing it though, he landed on the balcony somehow as if his
body knew something that he didn't. He leaned on the roman railing and
thought to himself.
She was so much of a woman. If only she were Sayan it could work out. He
stood up and slowly walked to the balcony doors and motioned as if to wrap
on the door. He paused thinking about what he would say. A self-grunt was
all the reassurance he needed to push him forward. He would probably
demand something from her like he always did.
"Come on babe." He heard Yamcha plead from within the chambers. Vegita
paused and withdrew his hand as if it had been burnt.
"No, Yamcha. You know I hate dancing." she shrieked. Hearing this sultry
voice pushed the man on the balcony back a few more steps. His eyes
widened contemplating about it. Bulma... dancing. It was just too
tempting. And why the.. why was she with that loser Yamcha. She was too
much woman for the scrawny likes of him to handle he humphed to himself.
"You just have to" Yamcha begged. Vegeta eyed the door curious as to the
going-ons behind it.
"Look, I know you just want to show me off to your friends. I'm not like
that, Yamcha. I'm not a piece of meat."
"Awe babe, anyone who had you would want to show you off. You're...
gorgeous."
"Thanks Yamcha, but my answer is still no."
Yamcha gave out a loud exhaustive overdramatic sigh, "Can't blame a man for
trying."
Bulma giggled from behind the door and then there was silence.
The deafening silence went on for about two minutes.
Were they, how did that pop star put it, oh yes, getting jiggy with it?
The very thought of Yamcha's unworthy hands all over Bulma incensed Vegita.
Without another thought he busted the door open to interrupt their little
get-together. He expected Yamcha to be there but apparently he had gone.
However, what he did see surprised him.
A/N
Here are some people we meet in this chapter:
4 Yamcha the inconsiderate
3 Vegita the jealous nutcase
2 Vegita the Stalker
1 Vegita the constipated emotional, I want her but don't want her, or at
least don't WANT to tell her, Vegita.