Disclaimer: Missa don't own DBZ and never will either (Bleh!)
'WOMAN! WHEN THE HELL IS THAT GR FINALLY FIXT AGAIN!!!' An utherly anoyed Vegeta comes rampaging in the livingroom.
'AFTER I HAD SOME SLEEP YOU DAMNED BASTERD,' Bulma shouted through the hall.
'Well then go sleep, woman, cuz I want to train as soon as possible again.' Vegeta faced Bulma but seemed unaware of the fact she wasn't wearing much more than a big shirt.
'I was till YOU woke me up again. Now you woke me up I'll go fix the darn thing for you, but unlike you I would like to stay alive so next time just LET ME SLEEP!' Bulma stomps out of the room to dress herself and fix the GR.
Man, I thought I could get pissed but this hits all. He's now already shouting at me for three weeks straight!, Bulma sight.
Ok, so what the hell was she wearing? It looked like a shirt. Nah way too long to be a shirt maybe it's that new fashion she was yabbing about last week... But damn she looked sexy. What am I thinking?! Why the hell am I the Prince of all Saiyans always with that weak woman on my mind lately.
**** 'It's fixed Vegeta, you can go training again,' Bulma shouted towards the livingroom where Vegeta was watching telly.
'That took you long, three hours have gone by,' he wispers in her ear standing suddenly behind her.
'Aaaah!!! Don't scair me like that, will you! You act like Yamcha if you do that.'
'ME looking like Yamcha... Are you out of your mind?! I never will look like that weakling!!!.'
'Sure you do, oh mighty Saiyan Prince Vegeta.'
'Hmpf.'
'Yeah you hmpf, can't win it from me, eh?'
'Whatever woman.' Vegeta stomps into the GR closing the door behind him.
'Not even a thanks, the nerve. A whatever next time he can fix it himself.'
A few hours later....
BOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Author's Note:
Bit of a clifhanger ain't it. Well this is my first fic so please be gentle. But I'm writing this on school and time's up so I gotta go. Please review so I can continue...
Ra ^.^
'WOMAN! WHEN THE HELL IS THAT GR FINALLY FIXT AGAIN!!!' An utherly anoyed Vegeta comes rampaging in the livingroom.
'AFTER I HAD SOME SLEEP YOU DAMNED BASTERD,' Bulma shouted through the hall.
'Well then go sleep, woman, cuz I want to train as soon as possible again.' Vegeta faced Bulma but seemed unaware of the fact she wasn't wearing much more than a big shirt.
'I was till YOU woke me up again. Now you woke me up I'll go fix the darn thing for you, but unlike you I would like to stay alive so next time just LET ME SLEEP!' Bulma stomps out of the room to dress herself and fix the GR.
Man, I thought I could get pissed but this hits all. He's now already shouting at me for three weeks straight!, Bulma sight.
Ok, so what the hell was she wearing? It looked like a shirt. Nah way too long to be a shirt maybe it's that new fashion she was yabbing about last week... But damn she looked sexy. What am I thinking?! Why the hell am I the Prince of all Saiyans always with that weak woman on my mind lately.
**** 'It's fixed Vegeta, you can go training again,' Bulma shouted towards the livingroom where Vegeta was watching telly.
'That took you long, three hours have gone by,' he wispers in her ear standing suddenly behind her.
'Aaaah!!! Don't scair me like that, will you! You act like Yamcha if you do that.'
'ME looking like Yamcha... Are you out of your mind?! I never will look like that weakling!!!.'
'Sure you do, oh mighty Saiyan Prince Vegeta.'
'Hmpf.'
'Yeah you hmpf, can't win it from me, eh?'
'Whatever woman.' Vegeta stomps into the GR closing the door behind him.
'Not even a thanks, the nerve. A whatever next time he can fix it himself.'
A few hours later....
BOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Author's Note:
Bit of a clifhanger ain't it. Well this is my first fic so please be gentle. But I'm writing this on school and time's up so I gotta go. Please review so I can continue...
Ra ^.^