Okay, I'm Back! I know you all missed me, I'm just such a quick updater
that I couldn't keep you waiting any longer! I had this fic written, but
I'm going to re write it, sort of. It will probably be longer than my other
fic (Wow, Its my second fic!) Well, okay, here is my sequel. (for those of
you who haven't read my other fic, I recommend that you do.Its called May
We Meet Again)
This fic takes place in those three years, and I think It is pretty good, but its not my favorite of all the fics I have written. (I have written a sequel to this, but it is not typed up yet.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, and I do not like the word particularly. It's a very poopy word. Poopy, that's right people!!!
Oh, another note. Bulma's mom and dad are gone on a long business trip through the fic, so they wont be there. Okay, here it is.
And yet another note: *Bulma's thoughts* Vegeta's thoughts ~Communications~ (I don't know if I'll use them in this chapter though)
One more note: Ha! Fooled ya! No more notes! ON WITH THE FIC!!!!
"Woman!"
"Bulma groaned and rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head. Suddenly her door burst open and Vegeta appeared.
"Food!" He ordered.
"Get your own." Said Bulma from under her pillow.
Without a word, Vegeta stalked over and pulled off the covers.
"Now!"
"Fine! I'll get your freaking food! Just get out of my room. Wait in the kitchen or something."
Vegeta stalked out of the room.
Sighing, Bulma got dressed and cleaned up. "Kami, why did I ever invite this guy to my house? Oh yeah, because I'm such a kind person. Ha, I don't have to remind myself. Duh Bulma!" she said sarcastically. *But really, should have invited him? I wonder.I wonder if he even remembers what happened that day. On Namek. It was odd how he acted. I've thought about it enough, I've come up with so many reasons to why he just didn't kill us, but none of them really fit. Hey, I wonder what would happen if I brought the subject up.. NO! That would be a bad idea! Ha, that would be pretty funny though!* Feeling silly, she walked out of the room and into the kitchen
"Its about time." Vegeta remarked.
"What do you mean, its about time! It's not as if my life revolves around you!" Bulma stormed, getting angry.
"The food, woman. I don't have all the time in the world."
"Oh, and I do?! Do you think that I just live for you, wish always to serve you with a curtsy! Pah! Yeah right! I have things to do too!"
"Like what?"
"I have.to um...Invent stuff!"
Vegeta's stomach growled. "I think my stomach did the talking for me."
Bulma was very angry at this point (note to you folks: never piss off an already angry Bulma) *Grr, maybe I will bring it up! Just to make him mad! He'll probably yell at me*
"Well, I'm not the one who has a weakness for the certain blue-haired girls that he abducts!" Bulma said triumphantly
Vegeta stiffened His eyes turned cold and emotionless and he left the room quickly.
Bulma stood there for the next 5 minutes with her frying pan in her hand. *What was that all about?*
Vegeta punched at the air in the gravity room, sweat was pouring down his body, and in his eyes. He kicked and shot at the space in front of him, but no matter how hard he trained, he still could not fight off the thoughts in his head. Damn it! She remembered! She knows of my weakness for her! Why, out of all the years I have lived, I have not had yet a single weakness, but my one and only lies in her. Why her? I know I am foolish to ask myself that question. She is so determined, such a fiery spirit that she seems almost saiya-jin. Something familiar and warm and soft, something that I can protect. But I do not want that. I do not need that! Why! Why must I have a weakness! Vegeta formed a ki ball and shot it around the gravity room, blocking it when it came back to him. The only way to take away this weakness is to detach myself. From her, from everyone else.
Whoa. major POV there. Sorry guys, I just got a little carried away. Next chapter will probably be out Friday. Bye!
REVIEW!!!!!!! A review a day keeps the writers block away!
Ja ne!!!! ^.^
This fic takes place in those three years, and I think It is pretty good, but its not my favorite of all the fics I have written. (I have written a sequel to this, but it is not typed up yet.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, and I do not like the word particularly. It's a very poopy word. Poopy, that's right people!!!
Oh, another note. Bulma's mom and dad are gone on a long business trip through the fic, so they wont be there. Okay, here it is.
And yet another note: *Bulma's thoughts* Vegeta's thoughts ~Communications~ (I don't know if I'll use them in this chapter though)
One more note: Ha! Fooled ya! No more notes! ON WITH THE FIC!!!!
"Woman!"
"Bulma groaned and rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head. Suddenly her door burst open and Vegeta appeared.
"Food!" He ordered.
"Get your own." Said Bulma from under her pillow.
Without a word, Vegeta stalked over and pulled off the covers.
"Now!"
"Fine! I'll get your freaking food! Just get out of my room. Wait in the kitchen or something."
Vegeta stalked out of the room.
Sighing, Bulma got dressed and cleaned up. "Kami, why did I ever invite this guy to my house? Oh yeah, because I'm such a kind person. Ha, I don't have to remind myself. Duh Bulma!" she said sarcastically. *But really, should have invited him? I wonder.I wonder if he even remembers what happened that day. On Namek. It was odd how he acted. I've thought about it enough, I've come up with so many reasons to why he just didn't kill us, but none of them really fit. Hey, I wonder what would happen if I brought the subject up.. NO! That would be a bad idea! Ha, that would be pretty funny though!* Feeling silly, she walked out of the room and into the kitchen
"Its about time." Vegeta remarked.
"What do you mean, its about time! It's not as if my life revolves around you!" Bulma stormed, getting angry.
"The food, woman. I don't have all the time in the world."
"Oh, and I do?! Do you think that I just live for you, wish always to serve you with a curtsy! Pah! Yeah right! I have things to do too!"
"Like what?"
"I have.to um...Invent stuff!"
Vegeta's stomach growled. "I think my stomach did the talking for me."
Bulma was very angry at this point (note to you folks: never piss off an already angry Bulma) *Grr, maybe I will bring it up! Just to make him mad! He'll probably yell at me*
"Well, I'm not the one who has a weakness for the certain blue-haired girls that he abducts!" Bulma said triumphantly
Vegeta stiffened His eyes turned cold and emotionless and he left the room quickly.
Bulma stood there for the next 5 minutes with her frying pan in her hand. *What was that all about?*
Vegeta punched at the air in the gravity room, sweat was pouring down his body, and in his eyes. He kicked and shot at the space in front of him, but no matter how hard he trained, he still could not fight off the thoughts in his head. Damn it! She remembered! She knows of my weakness for her! Why, out of all the years I have lived, I have not had yet a single weakness, but my one and only lies in her. Why her? I know I am foolish to ask myself that question. She is so determined, such a fiery spirit that she seems almost saiya-jin. Something familiar and warm and soft, something that I can protect. But I do not want that. I do not need that! Why! Why must I have a weakness! Vegeta formed a ki ball and shot it around the gravity room, blocking it when it came back to him. The only way to take away this weakness is to detach myself. From her, from everyone else.
Whoa. major POV there. Sorry guys, I just got a little carried away. Next chapter will probably be out Friday. Bye!
REVIEW!!!!!!! A review a day keeps the writers block away!
Ja ne!!!! ^.^