Chpater 1- "The Beginning"
"The weather today will be in the low 60's... and if you buy it now... Sailor moon! Where is... Pikachu! Go!... It's a bird... It slices and dices... Britney Spears!"
"Will you turn that stupid thing off and help me? At least decide on a channel!" *CLICK* "Vegeta! I'm going to break something if you don't help me!!" *CLICK* The angered girl tossed her long, graceful, aqua hair from her face and settled a fist to her hip. She was experiencing her wild, unpredictable mood swings again, and decided to rearrange everything at Capsule Corp... again. She was currently trying to move some of her machinery, something he could lift with his pinky finger and she couldn't budge with her whole body. Vegeta wanted no part in any of it, especially with her worse-than-Chi-Chi temper. His sensitive ears were beginning to ache from her screaming.
"Vegeta! I'm coming over there and your Saiyan ass better be off the couch or you'll regret the day you came to Earth!" The girl's smooth pale skin turned five different shades of red, but he didn't budge.
"What makes you think I don't?" he muttered motionlessly. *CLICK* She was getting frustrated with him as always when they fought. Most of the time he enjoyed making her writhe and stamp her feet. Today he wanted to stay away from her. I wish that woman would die or something! Or at least leave me alone...
"I'll give you to the count of ten... I expect you to move! One... Two... NINE... TEN!!! Oh Kame!" She stormed over to the television where Vegeta had parked his carcass and leaned on elbow on the TV, facing him. *CLICK* Her eyes bulged and her foot instantly made contact with the screen, shattering the glass and showering the floor with large and small shards. She was pleased with her accomplishment and kicked the small pieces from her pale green unlaced sneakers. Her face formed a smug countenance to display her superiority.
Vegeta stared at her with a blank expression. He glanced to the glass, then to her, then to the glass again. He ran a hand through his gravity-defying death-black, closed his ebony eyes, and crossed his arms in his typical pose.
"Childish woman." he stood up still in his pose and walked past her towards the stairs. This made her blood boil even more. Without thinking, she jutted her foot out as the Prince passed, which sent him toppling to his doom. He pushed up from the perfectly white carpet and rolled to a sitting position with his arms supporting him. Bulma brought her foot to his chest and pushed him back down to the ground. He could have easily killed her or shoved her away but remained motionless in shock.
"Listen you jerk! All I wanted was a little help from you but no! I took you in when you had no where else to go, fed you, clothed you, and even built equipment for you! I ask you to help me but your ass is apparently magnetized to the couch because it didn't even budge!! You make me mad, I break stuff, and you're calling ME childish?? Then you think you're going to lock yourself in that damn gravity room like nothing happened and leave me to clean this mess up!!" She gasped for breath, "I don't think so Mr. Almighty! You saunter around here like you rule the world, which you don't, and think everyone should obey you! NEWS FLASH: You may be the prince on the other side of the galaxy but not here Mister! You'd better start pulling your weight around here, monkey boy, or you'll be living with Yamcha!!" Vegeta's eyes went slightly wider and she knew she'd made her point. Ouch. She shoved her foot a little into his chest and began to strut off. Vegeta thought quickly and snatched her shoelace. She jerked her left foot forward and ended up sprawled on the floor mostly on her right with her face on a pile of glass. She twisted her head to glare at him as he floated mightily up the stairs.
"Stupid woman!" he chuckled lightly before disappearing. Bulma leaped to her feet and faced the stairs.
"For your information, my name is not WOMAN! It's BULMA! BULMA! B-U-L- M-A! BULMA!!" She heard the door squeak behind her and turned to see who it was. A sinister looking old man was standing there holding the mail in his left hand. In the palm of his right, leaning against his chest, was a sizeable microwave shaped package. His attire was atrocious, Bulma noticed. He was wearing puffy brown pants, and a black vest over his white shirt. He wore over his long white hair a regulation postal hat with a small logo in a ribbon shape that read R-R. He looked strikingly familiar to her, but she couldn't place how. Bulma took the mail from him hesitantly. She looked into his empty blue eyes and his eerie, evil smile.
"Uh, thanks." The strange man reached to tip his hat, but slowly withdrew his arm with a suspicious expression. Bulma heard a faint beep coming from his direction and noticed a small something at the corner of the man's eye. A number? No, only the lighting, right? His eyes narrowed and he looked towards the stair case. He saluted her and turned and left silently. Freak.
Bulma closed the door after him and stared at the package in her hands, half expecting it to dissintegrate, or explode, or change colors. But nothing happened and she threw everything on the floor next to the dining room table then headed for the bathroom to shower.
As she walked down the hall, she passsed Vegeta's room. For a second she paused to maybe listen, almost curious, but kicked the door instead and continued on her way. She had a splitting headache and he'd only make it worse. She undressed quickly and jumped into the scalding hot water, fully unprepared. She screamed and jumped back out.
"Damn monkey..." she muttered to herself as she readjusted the temperature to human level. Damn monkey... I should send him to the zoo. He's be a real attraction there. I can imagine little kids throwing him peanuts. Ha ha! This thought amused her for awhile. She began to get bored with her shower and began belting out any song that popped into her head. As Vegeta was exiting his room to begin his training for the day, he heard an odd, and extremely annoying sound coming from the direction of the bathroom.
"You make me feel... you make me feel... you make me feel like a natural woman!" He recognized it as Bulma's eternal screech.
"Idiot." At least she can't train with me. Kakarot never leaves me alone. He sauntered down the stairs, waltzed into the front yard, and slammed the door to the gravity room behind him.
Bulma globbed half a bottle of shampoo into her lucious blue locks and began immitating every Herbal Essence commercial she could remember. A pain pierced her in mid tune and she stopped in mid-chorus.
She brought a hand to her head and felt something trickling down her cheek. She pulled her hand away from her temple and noticed it was stained with blood. She stood in shock, staring at the mass of red coating her fingers. As the cold water hit the source of blood, it ran down her body, washing away into the drain. Bulma took one look more before falling onto the bathroom floor.
"The weather today will be in the low 60's... and if you buy it now... Sailor moon! Where is... Pikachu! Go!... It's a bird... It slices and dices... Britney Spears!"
"Will you turn that stupid thing off and help me? At least decide on a channel!" *CLICK* "Vegeta! I'm going to break something if you don't help me!!" *CLICK* The angered girl tossed her long, graceful, aqua hair from her face and settled a fist to her hip. She was experiencing her wild, unpredictable mood swings again, and decided to rearrange everything at Capsule Corp... again. She was currently trying to move some of her machinery, something he could lift with his pinky finger and she couldn't budge with her whole body. Vegeta wanted no part in any of it, especially with her worse-than-Chi-Chi temper. His sensitive ears were beginning to ache from her screaming.
"Vegeta! I'm coming over there and your Saiyan ass better be off the couch or you'll regret the day you came to Earth!" The girl's smooth pale skin turned five different shades of red, but he didn't budge.
"What makes you think I don't?" he muttered motionlessly. *CLICK* She was getting frustrated with him as always when they fought. Most of the time he enjoyed making her writhe and stamp her feet. Today he wanted to stay away from her. I wish that woman would die or something! Or at least leave me alone...
"I'll give you to the count of ten... I expect you to move! One... Two... NINE... TEN!!! Oh Kame!" She stormed over to the television where Vegeta had parked his carcass and leaned on elbow on the TV, facing him. *CLICK* Her eyes bulged and her foot instantly made contact with the screen, shattering the glass and showering the floor with large and small shards. She was pleased with her accomplishment and kicked the small pieces from her pale green unlaced sneakers. Her face formed a smug countenance to display her superiority.
Vegeta stared at her with a blank expression. He glanced to the glass, then to her, then to the glass again. He ran a hand through his gravity-defying death-black, closed his ebony eyes, and crossed his arms in his typical pose.
"Childish woman." he stood up still in his pose and walked past her towards the stairs. This made her blood boil even more. Without thinking, she jutted her foot out as the Prince passed, which sent him toppling to his doom. He pushed up from the perfectly white carpet and rolled to a sitting position with his arms supporting him. Bulma brought her foot to his chest and pushed him back down to the ground. He could have easily killed her or shoved her away but remained motionless in shock.
"Listen you jerk! All I wanted was a little help from you but no! I took you in when you had no where else to go, fed you, clothed you, and even built equipment for you! I ask you to help me but your ass is apparently magnetized to the couch because it didn't even budge!! You make me mad, I break stuff, and you're calling ME childish?? Then you think you're going to lock yourself in that damn gravity room like nothing happened and leave me to clean this mess up!!" She gasped for breath, "I don't think so Mr. Almighty! You saunter around here like you rule the world, which you don't, and think everyone should obey you! NEWS FLASH: You may be the prince on the other side of the galaxy but not here Mister! You'd better start pulling your weight around here, monkey boy, or you'll be living with Yamcha!!" Vegeta's eyes went slightly wider and she knew she'd made her point. Ouch. She shoved her foot a little into his chest and began to strut off. Vegeta thought quickly and snatched her shoelace. She jerked her left foot forward and ended up sprawled on the floor mostly on her right with her face on a pile of glass. She twisted her head to glare at him as he floated mightily up the stairs.
"Stupid woman!" he chuckled lightly before disappearing. Bulma leaped to her feet and faced the stairs.
"For your information, my name is not WOMAN! It's BULMA! BULMA! B-U-L- M-A! BULMA!!" She heard the door squeak behind her and turned to see who it was. A sinister looking old man was standing there holding the mail in his left hand. In the palm of his right, leaning against his chest, was a sizeable microwave shaped package. His attire was atrocious, Bulma noticed. He was wearing puffy brown pants, and a black vest over his white shirt. He wore over his long white hair a regulation postal hat with a small logo in a ribbon shape that read R-R. He looked strikingly familiar to her, but she couldn't place how. Bulma took the mail from him hesitantly. She looked into his empty blue eyes and his eerie, evil smile.
"Uh, thanks." The strange man reached to tip his hat, but slowly withdrew his arm with a suspicious expression. Bulma heard a faint beep coming from his direction and noticed a small something at the corner of the man's eye. A number? No, only the lighting, right? His eyes narrowed and he looked towards the stair case. He saluted her and turned and left silently. Freak.
Bulma closed the door after him and stared at the package in her hands, half expecting it to dissintegrate, or explode, or change colors. But nothing happened and she threw everything on the floor next to the dining room table then headed for the bathroom to shower.
As she walked down the hall, she passsed Vegeta's room. For a second she paused to maybe listen, almost curious, but kicked the door instead and continued on her way. She had a splitting headache and he'd only make it worse. She undressed quickly and jumped into the scalding hot water, fully unprepared. She screamed and jumped back out.
"Damn monkey..." she muttered to herself as she readjusted the temperature to human level. Damn monkey... I should send him to the zoo. He's be a real attraction there. I can imagine little kids throwing him peanuts. Ha ha! This thought amused her for awhile. She began to get bored with her shower and began belting out any song that popped into her head. As Vegeta was exiting his room to begin his training for the day, he heard an odd, and extremely annoying sound coming from the direction of the bathroom.
"You make me feel... you make me feel... you make me feel like a natural woman!" He recognized it as Bulma's eternal screech.
"Idiot." At least she can't train with me. Kakarot never leaves me alone. He sauntered down the stairs, waltzed into the front yard, and slammed the door to the gravity room behind him.
Bulma globbed half a bottle of shampoo into her lucious blue locks and began immitating every Herbal Essence commercial she could remember. A pain pierced her in mid tune and she stopped in mid-chorus.
She brought a hand to her head and felt something trickling down her cheek. She pulled her hand away from her temple and noticed it was stained with blood. She stood in shock, staring at the mass of red coating her fingers. As the cold water hit the source of blood, it ran down her body, washing away into the drain. Bulma took one look more before falling onto the bathroom floor.