Declaimer: Blaa blaa blaa I don't own DBZ yada yada yada. Who cares? Right? So read on.
GETAWAY
by Bevy
Chapter 1
Bulma sat in her livingroom looking out the window. 'This is such a beautiful day,' she thought to herself, 'the sun is bright, the sky is blue and it's warm as can be. Seems like a waste to just sit here and watch it pass by. I wonder if Dad would mind me taking the day off.'
"DAD!"
"Yes, what, what's wrong Bulma?" Dr. Breifs said as he ran into the room, almost falling tring to get through the door. Kitty was looking alittle worried, too.
"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if I could have the day off, is all."
"That's it! From the way you were screaming, I'd swear that those androids were here NOW! *sigh* A day off, huh? Sounds good to me. I've been meaning to take a break. Where did you want to go?"
"Well, I haven't really gotten that far yet. How 'bout the beach?"
"The beach, huh?" Pretending to be in deep thought, Dr. Breifs put his hand on his chin and rested his elbow on his arm. "Why not? I think a little sun and surf will do us all some good."
"Augh! Dad, gross! I just got a picture of you in surf trunks. EEEuuuu."
Giving a slight chuckle, he quickly turned to a worried look.
"Dad, I was just joking. I didn't hurt your feelings, did I?"
"No, Bulma. I was just thinking of a problem with your plan."
"What's that?"
*BOOM*
"Oh, HIM!"
After a few moments Vegeta walked in looking like he had just gone through a war zone which, in a since, was somewhat true. With his training gear in shambles, he walked into the livingroom, stoped three feet from the doorway, slamed the door, turned to face Bulma (who's still faced out towards the window) with a scorn look on his face, and said...
"WOMAN!"
'He's been here for a year, you'd think he'd know my name by now!' she thought to herself, very happy she did so.
"Woman, that damn machine of yours broke again."
"Well, Vegeta, (emphasis on the "geta") it wouldn't break if you'd stop breaking it!"
"What!? Woman, if I had half the mind I'd..."
"You'd what?"
"Interrupt me again and I'll show you."
"Now, now children. Let's be nice, " Dr. Breifs said hoping that Vegeta wouldn't get too mad at him for calling him a child or telling him what to do, "Now I think tensions are running a bit high lately so lets all blow off some steam, shall we?"
"Fine with me," Vegeta said, "I've been wanting to kill something or someone anyway."
"Oh. Well, actually Vegeta I was talking about a vacation."
"VACATION!"
"AH! Dear, where did you come from?" a very surprised Dr. said to his very excited wife.
"Oh I was in the kitchen, Dear, but what's this about a vacation?" her excitement building as she pondered on the idea.
"It's nothing mom, just a chance to take a break and relax."
"Yes," clearing his throught, "we were hoping everyone could go. Including you, Vegeta, if you want to of course." Dr Breifs said, "We're not going to force you to come if you don't want to."
Vegeta gave a slight *humph* sound and thought about his situation. If he stayed he would have to fend for himself which, in a "normal" situation wouldn't bother him, but this wasn't a normal situation. Who would fix the gravity chamber if...when it broke? And who would cook for him? Those were two things he was not good at and he knew it.
But, if he went, he would have to 'put up with that God-forsaken woman!' Well, that was enough. He made his choice.
"Fine, I'll go."
"Really?!" the whole room said in unison, all very surprised.
"Yes, I could use a break myself." he said with a smirk on his face. Actually, he knew that if he went Bulma would be SO caught up in having fun that she would leave him alone. Plus, if she did try to bother him with her petty problems, he could just fly away to a nice sucluded spot.
"OK then," Dr. Breifs said, still in a daze as Vegeta moved up the stairs to his room, "we'll leave day-after-tomorrow. That should give us enough time to get ready."
"Fine with me, " Vegeta said almost to his door, "And Bulma,"
"Huh?" 'Wow, he knows my name!' "Yes, Vegeta?"
"Fix that blasted MACHINE!"
*SLAM*
"Ohh...DAMN HIM!"
GETAWAY
by Bevy
Chapter 1
Bulma sat in her livingroom looking out the window. 'This is such a beautiful day,' she thought to herself, 'the sun is bright, the sky is blue and it's warm as can be. Seems like a waste to just sit here and watch it pass by. I wonder if Dad would mind me taking the day off.'
"DAD!"
"Yes, what, what's wrong Bulma?" Dr. Breifs said as he ran into the room, almost falling tring to get through the door. Kitty was looking alittle worried, too.
"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if I could have the day off, is all."
"That's it! From the way you were screaming, I'd swear that those androids were here NOW! *sigh* A day off, huh? Sounds good to me. I've been meaning to take a break. Where did you want to go?"
"Well, I haven't really gotten that far yet. How 'bout the beach?"
"The beach, huh?" Pretending to be in deep thought, Dr. Breifs put his hand on his chin and rested his elbow on his arm. "Why not? I think a little sun and surf will do us all some good."
"Augh! Dad, gross! I just got a picture of you in surf trunks. EEEuuuu."
Giving a slight chuckle, he quickly turned to a worried look.
"Dad, I was just joking. I didn't hurt your feelings, did I?"
"No, Bulma. I was just thinking of a problem with your plan."
"What's that?"
*BOOM*
"Oh, HIM!"
After a few moments Vegeta walked in looking like he had just gone through a war zone which, in a since, was somewhat true. With his training gear in shambles, he walked into the livingroom, stoped three feet from the doorway, slamed the door, turned to face Bulma (who's still faced out towards the window) with a scorn look on his face, and said...
"WOMAN!"
'He's been here for a year, you'd think he'd know my name by now!' she thought to herself, very happy she did so.
"Woman, that damn machine of yours broke again."
"Well, Vegeta, (emphasis on the "geta") it wouldn't break if you'd stop breaking it!"
"What!? Woman, if I had half the mind I'd..."
"You'd what?"
"Interrupt me again and I'll show you."
"Now, now children. Let's be nice, " Dr. Breifs said hoping that Vegeta wouldn't get too mad at him for calling him a child or telling him what to do, "Now I think tensions are running a bit high lately so lets all blow off some steam, shall we?"
"Fine with me," Vegeta said, "I've been wanting to kill something or someone anyway."
"Oh. Well, actually Vegeta I was talking about a vacation."
"VACATION!"
"AH! Dear, where did you come from?" a very surprised Dr. said to his very excited wife.
"Oh I was in the kitchen, Dear, but what's this about a vacation?" her excitement building as she pondered on the idea.
"It's nothing mom, just a chance to take a break and relax."
"Yes," clearing his throught, "we were hoping everyone could go. Including you, Vegeta, if you want to of course." Dr Breifs said, "We're not going to force you to come if you don't want to."
Vegeta gave a slight *humph* sound and thought about his situation. If he stayed he would have to fend for himself which, in a "normal" situation wouldn't bother him, but this wasn't a normal situation. Who would fix the gravity chamber if...when it broke? And who would cook for him? Those were two things he was not good at and he knew it.
But, if he went, he would have to 'put up with that God-forsaken woman!' Well, that was enough. He made his choice.
"Fine, I'll go."
"Really?!" the whole room said in unison, all very surprised.
"Yes, I could use a break myself." he said with a smirk on his face. Actually, he knew that if he went Bulma would be SO caught up in having fun that she would leave him alone. Plus, if she did try to bother him with her petty problems, he could just fly away to a nice sucluded spot.
"OK then," Dr. Breifs said, still in a daze as Vegeta moved up the stairs to his room, "we'll leave day-after-tomorrow. That should give us enough time to get ready."
"Fine with me, " Vegeta said almost to his door, "And Bulma,"
"Huh?" 'Wow, he knows my name!' "Yes, Vegeta?"
"Fix that blasted MACHINE!"
*SLAM*
"Ohh...DAMN HIM!"