It was a sunny day. There hadn't been many of those lately, and if there
had been than no one noticed. They were all preparing for what was almost
assured to be the greatest fight of their lives. It had been foretold that
a group of Androids that had previously destroyed the future world were
coming to this one with the intention of doing the same thing. Since that
knowledge had been acquired the Z senshi and friends had been preparing
themselves for the coming onslaught, and hadn't had a moment's peace.
Needless to say, the women of the group were becoming rather restless and feeling exceedingly useless in their husband's flurry. Goku and the others hadn't even seen each other in an environment that wasn't at least semi- hostile, and that was beginning to get on the women's nerves. So, being the most authoritative female of the group (and having a great deal of influence over the most powerful man on earth) Chi-Chi took it into her hands to make the guys have some fun.
After a lot of explaining, and a couple good bonks on the head, Goku finally got the picture and agreed happily to the idea of a party of some sort. It took him a lot of brain power and quite a bit of time to finally come up with a forum for this gathering. They would have a picnic. There was a perfect little spot behind Goku's house, where the trees pulled apart to reveal a happy little patch of grass and a large stump. Gohan liked to play there often, and eagerly endorsed the idea of seeing his friends again.
So, it was on this sunny day that the group was to gather in that clearing and talk about something other than fighting (as was ordered by Chi-Chi). As far as Bulma Briefs was concerned, this meeting was a perfect chance to show off her cutest outfit to the cutest guy she knew. Yamcha.
That was precisely what she was doing. It was an hour before the picnic and she was frantically throwing on clothes, tweaking them, and then tossing them back into the gargantuan pile that was forming behind her.
Pressing a bright yellow sun dress up against the front of her, Bulma shifted around a little bit, watching it flow. "Uggh!" She growled, tossing the dress on the bed. "That's far too bright, I don't want to blind him, just attract his attention! Why don't I have anything to wear?!" She cried, turning back to her half-empty closet and the pile next to it that climbed over her head.
Reaching back into the abyss of her closet, Bulma's hand returned with a little pink dress dawned with blue flowers. "Ewww....That looks like something I would have worn when I was five! I really have to get in here more often, I have far too much junk." She mused, before plunging her hand back in for another little search.
A loud thumping sound emerged from down the hallway, momentarily interrupting Bulma's excavation. She turned her head towards the door, waiting for some kind of clue as to who it was stumbling around her house. Her patience was rewarded when she heard a gruff voice mutter: "Damn table.." It was Vegeta. He must have finished training for while and decided to venture out of his little cubicle for either food, bathroom, or...well those two were just about all she could figure out. He certainly didn't remove himself from his little sanctuary just to run into a table. Giggling, she resumed her hunt for fashion.
Down the hall, Vegeta picked up the little brown coffee table that sat about an inch away from the wall and rubbed his calf muscle. What a dumb place to put a table, right in the path to the kitchen. He never had understood the concept of humans and their furniture. Back on planet Vegeta, all they ever needed was a good rock to sleep on, sit on, and eat on. They didn't need, or desire, ten thousand dollar tables made by some guy with a name longer than the table itself. "Damn table.." He muttered, kicking the leg of it with the toe of his boot a little, just to spite some unknown force, then turned his head back towards his original destination. The kitchen.
As he ventured forward, Vegeta could feel his knees weaken a little each time he stepped with them. He had been training all night and most of the morning and was a little loopy from his lack of nourishment and sleep.
Wobbling down the hall, he felt as if something were missing. Then he realized it all at once. Dr. Briefs usually made some sort of grinding noise with his nose this early in the morning and it was always there as Vegeta made his walk to the refridgerator. What a time they picked to go on vacation. Cowards. As soon as word got out that there was trouble coming, the doctor and Mrs. Briefs conveniantly took a vacation.
As the blessed room of food came into sight, Vegeta quickened his pace. The hunger he had been ignoring for the past twelve hours was coming back on him and made his mouth water at the very thought of food. Reaching an almost running pace he tore into the kitchen, sliding a bit on the tile, and yanked open the refrigerator. Nothing. The only thing that lay within the appliance was a bottle of some nasty fishes that the doctor loved, nothing else. Usually the fridge was overstocked with food, more than enough for the feisty Saiyan prince, but now...something was wrong.
"Where is all the food?!" Vegeta cried, yanking all the cupboards open looking for something to fill his two ton Saiyan stomach. "What the hell is going on here?!"
From behind him he heard a soft laugh, and whirled around to see Bulma standing there, hands on hips, staring straight at him. She looked different from the last time he saw her, which he assumed was a couple of days ago, and her clothing had greatly improved from then. She was wearing short white shorts and a red tank top tucked into them. The outfit w was accented with her white Capsule Corporation jacket, and her blue hair hung down around her shoulders creating a very pleasing image. Then, realizing he had almost forgot about his burning hunger, he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Where is all the food, woman?" He hissed, pointing to the empty refrigerator which he hadn't bothered to shut the door to.
Rolling her eyes and walking past the expectant man to shut the refrigerator. "Mom and Dad didn't get groceries before they left, and I'm taking what's left to a picnic." She said indignantly, picking up the light brown picnic basket she had laid on the counter.
"WHAT!!!?" He shouted, appalled by the fact that everyone would suddenly forget that they had very hungry royalty in their house. "A picnic?! What kind of stupid thing is that? I'm hungry dammit!"
Bulma just laughed again, she was in far too good a mood to let Vegeta's ranting mess it up. He was just going to have to survive without her guidance and edibles for a while. "The rest of the gang and I are getting together and having a picnic today." She replied calmly, playing with the corner of the checkered tablecloth that protruded from the basket.
The first immediate sensation to come over Vegeta was disbelief. They were having a picnic?! There were blood thirsty killers on the way, bent on destroying their planet and the happy little morons were going to put of bettering themselves so they could stuff their faces and act like pigs? Not if he had anything to do with it. "You mean Kakkarot is going to this stupid play date?"He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, determined to not let her go anywhere until he either got food, or a chance to humiliate the Super Saiyan.
"It's picnic, not play date, and yes, Goku is coming. In fact," She stated proudly, "It was his idea."
Hearing that, Vegeta let out a laugh. He could just picture Kakkarott racking his puny brain, attempting to think of something useful. As soon as that thought passed, the wheels began turning in his mind. This might be a good opportunity to show off the new skills that training had bestowed upon him. This "picnic" thing might do nicely as an opportunity to see Kakkarott flush. "Hmmm...." He murmured, casting his eyes towards the tantalizingly good smelling food in that basket.
Seeing that Vegeta was torn on whether or not to come, Bulma lifted up the lid of the basket and held it tantalizingly under Vegeta's nose. "There will be lots of food there. Everyone is bringing something.." She whispered, watching the Princes eyes light up. "You're welcome to come."
"Alright." He said a little too quickly for his pride, and began heading towards the door.
"Hold up a second." Bulma said, raising a hand. Vegeta obeyed and stopped in his tracks, casting a look over his shoulder. "How are you going to get there?" She asked, not even knowing why she was concerned, but she was.
Smirking, Vegeta shook his head. "You really are a stupid woman. I'm going to fly there, of course."
Bulma nodded, she didn't understand why that thought didn't come to her in the first place. Maybe it was because she was feeling so happy today that she even cared about the cocky Saiyan, and his choice of transportation. Just then, without her permission an evil thought came to her. It was only considered evil because she had never thought it before and it felt as though she was being sinful or something by making any request. "Uhh...do you wanna....ride with me?" She asked nervously. Without even seeing his face, Bulma could tell that he was shocked, and a little embarrassed at her request. She attempted to bring sense to her question by another hurried sentence. "The hover car is really fast, we'll get there quicker."
There was a pause. "Feh. Nothing's faster than me, but...whatever.." Vegeta muttered, before venturing out the door and into the hover car.
Another wave of happiness defended upon Bulma at those words. She felt as though she had made some sort of conquest over Vegeta's pride, which was not an easy task. Grabbing the basket, she hurried to the door, but not without stopping to admire herself in the full body mirror. "Damn I'm good."
Needless to say, the women of the group were becoming rather restless and feeling exceedingly useless in their husband's flurry. Goku and the others hadn't even seen each other in an environment that wasn't at least semi- hostile, and that was beginning to get on the women's nerves. So, being the most authoritative female of the group (and having a great deal of influence over the most powerful man on earth) Chi-Chi took it into her hands to make the guys have some fun.
After a lot of explaining, and a couple good bonks on the head, Goku finally got the picture and agreed happily to the idea of a party of some sort. It took him a lot of brain power and quite a bit of time to finally come up with a forum for this gathering. They would have a picnic. There was a perfect little spot behind Goku's house, where the trees pulled apart to reveal a happy little patch of grass and a large stump. Gohan liked to play there often, and eagerly endorsed the idea of seeing his friends again.
So, it was on this sunny day that the group was to gather in that clearing and talk about something other than fighting (as was ordered by Chi-Chi). As far as Bulma Briefs was concerned, this meeting was a perfect chance to show off her cutest outfit to the cutest guy she knew. Yamcha.
That was precisely what she was doing. It was an hour before the picnic and she was frantically throwing on clothes, tweaking them, and then tossing them back into the gargantuan pile that was forming behind her.
Pressing a bright yellow sun dress up against the front of her, Bulma shifted around a little bit, watching it flow. "Uggh!" She growled, tossing the dress on the bed. "That's far too bright, I don't want to blind him, just attract his attention! Why don't I have anything to wear?!" She cried, turning back to her half-empty closet and the pile next to it that climbed over her head.
Reaching back into the abyss of her closet, Bulma's hand returned with a little pink dress dawned with blue flowers. "Ewww....That looks like something I would have worn when I was five! I really have to get in here more often, I have far too much junk." She mused, before plunging her hand back in for another little search.
A loud thumping sound emerged from down the hallway, momentarily interrupting Bulma's excavation. She turned her head towards the door, waiting for some kind of clue as to who it was stumbling around her house. Her patience was rewarded when she heard a gruff voice mutter: "Damn table.." It was Vegeta. He must have finished training for while and decided to venture out of his little cubicle for either food, bathroom, or...well those two were just about all she could figure out. He certainly didn't remove himself from his little sanctuary just to run into a table. Giggling, she resumed her hunt for fashion.
Down the hall, Vegeta picked up the little brown coffee table that sat about an inch away from the wall and rubbed his calf muscle. What a dumb place to put a table, right in the path to the kitchen. He never had understood the concept of humans and their furniture. Back on planet Vegeta, all they ever needed was a good rock to sleep on, sit on, and eat on. They didn't need, or desire, ten thousand dollar tables made by some guy with a name longer than the table itself. "Damn table.." He muttered, kicking the leg of it with the toe of his boot a little, just to spite some unknown force, then turned his head back towards his original destination. The kitchen.
As he ventured forward, Vegeta could feel his knees weaken a little each time he stepped with them. He had been training all night and most of the morning and was a little loopy from his lack of nourishment and sleep.
Wobbling down the hall, he felt as if something were missing. Then he realized it all at once. Dr. Briefs usually made some sort of grinding noise with his nose this early in the morning and it was always there as Vegeta made his walk to the refridgerator. What a time they picked to go on vacation. Cowards. As soon as word got out that there was trouble coming, the doctor and Mrs. Briefs conveniantly took a vacation.
As the blessed room of food came into sight, Vegeta quickened his pace. The hunger he had been ignoring for the past twelve hours was coming back on him and made his mouth water at the very thought of food. Reaching an almost running pace he tore into the kitchen, sliding a bit on the tile, and yanked open the refrigerator. Nothing. The only thing that lay within the appliance was a bottle of some nasty fishes that the doctor loved, nothing else. Usually the fridge was overstocked with food, more than enough for the feisty Saiyan prince, but now...something was wrong.
"Where is all the food?!" Vegeta cried, yanking all the cupboards open looking for something to fill his two ton Saiyan stomach. "What the hell is going on here?!"
From behind him he heard a soft laugh, and whirled around to see Bulma standing there, hands on hips, staring straight at him. She looked different from the last time he saw her, which he assumed was a couple of days ago, and her clothing had greatly improved from then. She was wearing short white shorts and a red tank top tucked into them. The outfit w was accented with her white Capsule Corporation jacket, and her blue hair hung down around her shoulders creating a very pleasing image. Then, realizing he had almost forgot about his burning hunger, he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Where is all the food, woman?" He hissed, pointing to the empty refrigerator which he hadn't bothered to shut the door to.
Rolling her eyes and walking past the expectant man to shut the refrigerator. "Mom and Dad didn't get groceries before they left, and I'm taking what's left to a picnic." She said indignantly, picking up the light brown picnic basket she had laid on the counter.
"WHAT!!!?" He shouted, appalled by the fact that everyone would suddenly forget that they had very hungry royalty in their house. "A picnic?! What kind of stupid thing is that? I'm hungry dammit!"
Bulma just laughed again, she was in far too good a mood to let Vegeta's ranting mess it up. He was just going to have to survive without her guidance and edibles for a while. "The rest of the gang and I are getting together and having a picnic today." She replied calmly, playing with the corner of the checkered tablecloth that protruded from the basket.
The first immediate sensation to come over Vegeta was disbelief. They were having a picnic?! There were blood thirsty killers on the way, bent on destroying their planet and the happy little morons were going to put of bettering themselves so they could stuff their faces and act like pigs? Not if he had anything to do with it. "You mean Kakkarot is going to this stupid play date?"He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, determined to not let her go anywhere until he either got food, or a chance to humiliate the Super Saiyan.
"It's picnic, not play date, and yes, Goku is coming. In fact," She stated proudly, "It was his idea."
Hearing that, Vegeta let out a laugh. He could just picture Kakkarott racking his puny brain, attempting to think of something useful. As soon as that thought passed, the wheels began turning in his mind. This might be a good opportunity to show off the new skills that training had bestowed upon him. This "picnic" thing might do nicely as an opportunity to see Kakkarott flush. "Hmmm...." He murmured, casting his eyes towards the tantalizingly good smelling food in that basket.
Seeing that Vegeta was torn on whether or not to come, Bulma lifted up the lid of the basket and held it tantalizingly under Vegeta's nose. "There will be lots of food there. Everyone is bringing something.." She whispered, watching the Princes eyes light up. "You're welcome to come."
"Alright." He said a little too quickly for his pride, and began heading towards the door.
"Hold up a second." Bulma said, raising a hand. Vegeta obeyed and stopped in his tracks, casting a look over his shoulder. "How are you going to get there?" She asked, not even knowing why she was concerned, but she was.
Smirking, Vegeta shook his head. "You really are a stupid woman. I'm going to fly there, of course."
Bulma nodded, she didn't understand why that thought didn't come to her in the first place. Maybe it was because she was feeling so happy today that she even cared about the cocky Saiyan, and his choice of transportation. Just then, without her permission an evil thought came to her. It was only considered evil because she had never thought it before and it felt as though she was being sinful or something by making any request. "Uhh...do you wanna....ride with me?" She asked nervously. Without even seeing his face, Bulma could tell that he was shocked, and a little embarrassed at her request. She attempted to bring sense to her question by another hurried sentence. "The hover car is really fast, we'll get there quicker."
There was a pause. "Feh. Nothing's faster than me, but...whatever.." Vegeta muttered, before venturing out the door and into the hover car.
Another wave of happiness defended upon Bulma at those words. She felt as though she had made some sort of conquest over Vegeta's pride, which was not an easy task. Grabbing the basket, she hurried to the door, but not without stopping to admire herself in the full body mirror. "Damn I'm good."