The Masquerade
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BY: Earthako AKA Eartha
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Chapter 3 – Spaghetti…
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So longer chapters? Ok. Can do. Wow, I'm really having some good
ideas for this story. You know what? Since I am so happy with the
responses I'm getting I'll make this chapter really extra long!
Extra, super, duper, long! Well not really. So read, review, and
enjoy! Make sure you grab some popcorn too!
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Bulma reached the door as the ring of the second bell ricocheted
through her ears. She clutched the doors handle and pulled.
"Hey Bulma!" It was a tall man with dark shaggy hair.
"Hi Yamcha won't you come in," Bulma swung the door open wider
allowing space for Yamcha to enter. "My mother is almost done
with dinner."
"Sounds go to me!" he entered the room and handed Bulma a bundle
of flowers. "Here, these are for you."
Taking the flowers from Yamcha Bulma ran the petals slightly
under her noise.
"These smell real nice Yamcha, where did you get them?" She
looked up from the flowers and began to walk into the kitchen,
Yamcha following.
"Umm… my garden." Yamcha sped forward and quickly grabbed a seat
at the table then gave a small wave and greeting to Mrs. Briefs.
Bulma raised her brow as she turned around to greet her
boyfriend's eyes. "You live in an apartment."
"So." He added quietly as he sniffed at the air his senses taking
in the smell of spaghetti and meatballs.
"Never mind." Bulma answered as she filled a small vase up with
some water and placed the roses and the vase in the center of the
table then sat down.
Yamcha stretched his hand across the table to reach Bulma's, "Are
you excited about the Science Ball?"
Bulma looked down at his hands and hers, it didn't seem right,
she didn't like it. She could feel his feet begin to rap around
her legs. His thighs glided against hers, she was trapped,
trapped in a place she did not want to be.
"Bulma?"
She looked up he had asked her something? Her mind worked back
trying to remember the question. 'The Science Ball! That was the
question!'
"I'm very excited." She moved her hand away from Yamcha's and
began to get up.
Yamcha sat back a bit offended. "You don't seem excited."
Bulma pushed her chair in and made her way to her mother. 'Please
mom need some help.'
She then answered in her most excited voice "Oh but I am!
Especially since both of us are going together. I know we'll have
a great time." Bulma turned around hoping to meet an approved
expression and she did.
"Hey Bulma what are you doing?" Yamcha pointed to her and the
place she was standing; the middle of the floor doing nothing.
Bulma quickly smiled. "I'm going to help my mom." She then went
quickly to the counter. "You need help don't you?"
Bulma began to cut some tomatoes.
"Of course I do, but maybe you should get Vegeta for dinner."
Mrs. Briefs chirped; she sensed Bulma's uneasiness.
Bulma looked up from her tomato and glared at her mother. "Mom.
If he doesn't sense his own hunger why should we remind him!"
"You don't need to remind me, I remembered."
Bulma turned around her eyes meeting Vegeta's. He pulled out a
chair and sat down next to an uneasy Yamcha.
"So, when are we eating?" he crossed his arms and laid back in
his chair as he kept an eye glaring at Bulma.
Bulma began to open her mouth but was then interrupted by her
mother.
"Spaghetti and meatballs!" Mrs. Briefs answered and then ushered
Bulma to her seat. "Bulma go sit down."
"Ok, mom!" Bulma added angrily as she sat down across from the
two men. 'Now, it's time to began my game!'
Silence had fallen on the table as the food was being served; it
was awkward and also intimidating. Bulma could feel her heart
beat quickening as two hard stares meet her, but she was Bulma
and would not let her self weaken. She needed to break the
silence.
"Yamcha," Bulma sang playfully. "How about that Dance, when do
you suppose is a good time to pick me up?"
Yamcha stopped eating a smirk drew across his face. "I suppose 7
o'clock, you know since it starts at 8 we might as well leave a
little early especially with traffic and all."
Bulma twirled her spaghetti as she flung her blue hair back off
her shoulders. "That's a reasonable time to go." She looked up
from her dish glancing over at Yamcha then with one eye at
Vegeta, no emotion showed. 'Damn. He's like a rock!'
"Bulma, what are you wearing?" Yamcha added sweetly as he stared
into her eyes.
"Yamcha you should know better, a woman must never tell what she
will be wearing or it will be bad luck." Bulma faked a sweet
smile that seemed to satisfy Yamcha.
"Sorry, I forgot."
Bulma looked at Vegeta again, she had expected to see him
munching away at his food but instead he was staring directly at
her. His eyes cold and emotionless as always. 'Maybe he didn't
hear our conversation after all?'
She shifted her head to face Yamcha's once again and then back
down at her plate. She rested her gaze on the food.
"Bulma, I was thinking…" A hand reached out to hers. "I was
thinking that maybe we could…"
His hand touched hers and she instantly brought it back to her
side.
Bulma looked up, Yamcha had a stunned and hurt expression on his
face and Vegeta had a smirk a big smirk plastered on his face.
'Darn, Darn, Darn! So he was listening to our conversation!'
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Well that wasn't that long but, it is another chapter and up
quick too! Please Review!
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BY: Earthako AKA Eartha
***
Chapter 3 – Spaghetti…
***
So longer chapters? Ok. Can do. Wow, I'm really having some good
ideas for this story. You know what? Since I am so happy with the
responses I'm getting I'll make this chapter really extra long!
Extra, super, duper, long! Well not really. So read, review, and
enjoy! Make sure you grab some popcorn too!
*************************
Bulma reached the door as the ring of the second bell ricocheted
through her ears. She clutched the doors handle and pulled.
"Hey Bulma!" It was a tall man with dark shaggy hair.
"Hi Yamcha won't you come in," Bulma swung the door open wider
allowing space for Yamcha to enter. "My mother is almost done
with dinner."
"Sounds go to me!" he entered the room and handed Bulma a bundle
of flowers. "Here, these are for you."
Taking the flowers from Yamcha Bulma ran the petals slightly
under her noise.
"These smell real nice Yamcha, where did you get them?" She
looked up from the flowers and began to walk into the kitchen,
Yamcha following.
"Umm… my garden." Yamcha sped forward and quickly grabbed a seat
at the table then gave a small wave and greeting to Mrs. Briefs.
Bulma raised her brow as she turned around to greet her
boyfriend's eyes. "You live in an apartment."
"So." He added quietly as he sniffed at the air his senses taking
in the smell of spaghetti and meatballs.
"Never mind." Bulma answered as she filled a small vase up with
some water and placed the roses and the vase in the center of the
table then sat down.
Yamcha stretched his hand across the table to reach Bulma's, "Are
you excited about the Science Ball?"
Bulma looked down at his hands and hers, it didn't seem right,
she didn't like it. She could feel his feet begin to rap around
her legs. His thighs glided against hers, she was trapped,
trapped in a place she did not want to be.
"Bulma?"
She looked up he had asked her something? Her mind worked back
trying to remember the question. 'The Science Ball! That was the
question!'
"I'm very excited." She moved her hand away from Yamcha's and
began to get up.
Yamcha sat back a bit offended. "You don't seem excited."
Bulma pushed her chair in and made her way to her mother. 'Please
mom need some help.'
She then answered in her most excited voice "Oh but I am!
Especially since both of us are going together. I know we'll have
a great time." Bulma turned around hoping to meet an approved
expression and she did.
"Hey Bulma what are you doing?" Yamcha pointed to her and the
place she was standing; the middle of the floor doing nothing.
Bulma quickly smiled. "I'm going to help my mom." She then went
quickly to the counter. "You need help don't you?"
Bulma began to cut some tomatoes.
"Of course I do, but maybe you should get Vegeta for dinner."
Mrs. Briefs chirped; she sensed Bulma's uneasiness.
Bulma looked up from her tomato and glared at her mother. "Mom.
If he doesn't sense his own hunger why should we remind him!"
"You don't need to remind me, I remembered."
Bulma turned around her eyes meeting Vegeta's. He pulled out a
chair and sat down next to an uneasy Yamcha.
"So, when are we eating?" he crossed his arms and laid back in
his chair as he kept an eye glaring at Bulma.
Bulma began to open her mouth but was then interrupted by her
mother.
"Spaghetti and meatballs!" Mrs. Briefs answered and then ushered
Bulma to her seat. "Bulma go sit down."
"Ok, mom!" Bulma added angrily as she sat down across from the
two men. 'Now, it's time to began my game!'
Silence had fallen on the table as the food was being served; it
was awkward and also intimidating. Bulma could feel her heart
beat quickening as two hard stares meet her, but she was Bulma
and would not let her self weaken. She needed to break the
silence.
"Yamcha," Bulma sang playfully. "How about that Dance, when do
you suppose is a good time to pick me up?"
Yamcha stopped eating a smirk drew across his face. "I suppose 7
o'clock, you know since it starts at 8 we might as well leave a
little early especially with traffic and all."
Bulma twirled her spaghetti as she flung her blue hair back off
her shoulders. "That's a reasonable time to go." She looked up
from her dish glancing over at Yamcha then with one eye at
Vegeta, no emotion showed. 'Damn. He's like a rock!'
"Bulma, what are you wearing?" Yamcha added sweetly as he stared
into her eyes.
"Yamcha you should know better, a woman must never tell what she
will be wearing or it will be bad luck." Bulma faked a sweet
smile that seemed to satisfy Yamcha.
"Sorry, I forgot."
Bulma looked at Vegeta again, she had expected to see him
munching away at his food but instead he was staring directly at
her. His eyes cold and emotionless as always. 'Maybe he didn't
hear our conversation after all?'
She shifted her head to face Yamcha's once again and then back
down at her plate. She rested her gaze on the food.
"Bulma, I was thinking…" A hand reached out to hers. "I was
thinking that maybe we could…"
His hand touched hers and she instantly brought it back to her
side.
Bulma looked up, Yamcha had a stunned and hurt expression on his
face and Vegeta had a smirk a big smirk plastered on his face.
'Darn, Darn, Darn! So he was listening to our conversation!'
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Well that wasn't that long but, it is another chapter and up
quick too! Please Review!