Hey, hey, hey! 4th chapter comeing your way!!!! For future referance, I might not post in a while, I justcauth the cold, and my mom insists I stay in bed all day and drink tea. But, that may be better for you, cause, if she allows me to right, I coiuld write a chapter or two in bed...not a bad idea... Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Any new comers, please R&R, I'm begging you *gets down on knees* please *large puppy dog extreamly irisistable (mispelt, and I don't care) eyes* Well, anyway, here's chap. 4.
'What a day!' Bulma thought as she continued to shovel food into her mouth, her thoughts soon travled to her invention, 'All I have left on that pill is to add the...' (I can't speak like her!)
"This is humiliating!" Vegeta exclaimed as he bagan his training, "The Prince of Saiya-jins making an asshole of himself infront of the woman!" Vegeta maintained his intense training through the night, though his body told him not to.
On the other hand, Bulma, who had finished her dinner, had worked on her morphing pill until she fell asleep on her desk atabout 2:00 AM.
Vegeta's training ended after about 9 hours since it began, therefore it would be around 6:00 AM. Because he hadn't really had a lot of food afterthe shampoo incident, he was very hungry, so he entered Capsule Corp., and much to his suprise, saw the mess that was there from the night before.
"I'd thought she'd of cleaned it up by now..." He expressed, showing supirse in his voice.
Bulma awoke after she heard on odd loud noise, 'What the hell is that?" she thought as she found Vegeta eating the food from last night.
"Vegeta! that's even worse than the damn movie you were watching yeaterday!" She said as she cuped her hand over her face, simulating the fact that she was sickened.
"How so?" He replied, blood from a raw meat leaking down his face.
"That damn food had been sitting out since last night without being put away!" She puffed her cheaks showing that she was even more grossed out.
"And why would that matter?" he questioned as he wiped the blood off with his right hand.
She couldn't take it anymore. She ran off into the bathroom...you can guess what she did...and started to puke.
*Flush* the toilet sounded as she exited the bathroom, at Vegeta's site, she ran back in.
'What's her problem,' Vegeta wondered as he began eating a whole chicken (pack of innards and bones included).
About 5 minutes later Bulma ledt the bathroom again only to se the kitchen ransacked (if you could use that word there...). Bags were everywhere, not to mention certain things that Bulma would need, were stuck to the wall (The shampoo kept them there, Vegeta spat it onto the wall...I think I forgot to mention that...o.O). She took an anti-nausea pill and started to work.
"Damn bastard!" She huffed, gripping her stomach from the puking she'd done before, "He's been here two years and he hasn't even learnded to clean up after himself." She stated and in about 2 and a half hours the kitchen was spotless.
*Clang* a pot fell out of cabinet onto the floor, more pots following seconds later (Do you know how many F**king times that's happened to me?).
"Shit!" She screamed as she watched the contents of the cabinet fall all over the floor, "This is going to be a long day..."
"Whew!" Bulma said after about 45 minutes of placing the items back in there respective locations, "I'm going to get something to eat." She cleaned herself up, grabbed her keys, and left, minutes later approaching a casual resaurant.
"This should help me settle down a bit."
Okay, lame excuses atthe top, right? Truth is, I really am not not sick (that means I am) And I've got this really big headache. G2g, SYL! CC1986
Any/All Comments/Questions/Flames should be sent to crystalcrow1986@yahoo.com
Oh, no! My head's spliting! I'm turning into the Incredible Hulk! Nah, J/K, hope you liked the chap. Please R&R.
'What a day!' Bulma thought as she continued to shovel food into her mouth, her thoughts soon travled to her invention, 'All I have left on that pill is to add the...' (I can't speak like her!)
"This is humiliating!" Vegeta exclaimed as he bagan his training, "The Prince of Saiya-jins making an asshole of himself infront of the woman!" Vegeta maintained his intense training through the night, though his body told him not to.
On the other hand, Bulma, who had finished her dinner, had worked on her morphing pill until she fell asleep on her desk atabout 2:00 AM.
Vegeta's training ended after about 9 hours since it began, therefore it would be around 6:00 AM. Because he hadn't really had a lot of food afterthe shampoo incident, he was very hungry, so he entered Capsule Corp., and much to his suprise, saw the mess that was there from the night before.
"I'd thought she'd of cleaned it up by now..." He expressed, showing supirse in his voice.
Bulma awoke after she heard on odd loud noise, 'What the hell is that?" she thought as she found Vegeta eating the food from last night.
"Vegeta! that's even worse than the damn movie you were watching yeaterday!" She said as she cuped her hand over her face, simulating the fact that she was sickened.
"How so?" He replied, blood from a raw meat leaking down his face.
"That damn food had been sitting out since last night without being put away!" She puffed her cheaks showing that she was even more grossed out.
"And why would that matter?" he questioned as he wiped the blood off with his right hand.
She couldn't take it anymore. She ran off into the bathroom...you can guess what she did...and started to puke.
*Flush* the toilet sounded as she exited the bathroom, at Vegeta's site, she ran back in.
'What's her problem,' Vegeta wondered as he began eating a whole chicken (pack of innards and bones included).
About 5 minutes later Bulma ledt the bathroom again only to se the kitchen ransacked (if you could use that word there...). Bags were everywhere, not to mention certain things that Bulma would need, were stuck to the wall (The shampoo kept them there, Vegeta spat it onto the wall...I think I forgot to mention that...o.O). She took an anti-nausea pill and started to work.
"Damn bastard!" She huffed, gripping her stomach from the puking she'd done before, "He's been here two years and he hasn't even learnded to clean up after himself." She stated and in about 2 and a half hours the kitchen was spotless.
*Clang* a pot fell out of cabinet onto the floor, more pots following seconds later (Do you know how many F**king times that's happened to me?).
"Shit!" She screamed as she watched the contents of the cabinet fall all over the floor, "This is going to be a long day..."
"Whew!" Bulma said after about 45 minutes of placing the items back in there respective locations, "I'm going to get something to eat." She cleaned herself up, grabbed her keys, and left, minutes later approaching a casual resaurant.
"This should help me settle down a bit."
Okay, lame excuses atthe top, right? Truth is, I really am not not sick (that means I am) And I've got this really big headache. G2g, SYL! CC1986
Any/All Comments/Questions/Flames should be sent to crystalcrow1986@yahoo.com
Oh, no! My head's spliting! I'm turning into the Incredible Hulk! Nah, J/K, hope you liked the chap. Please R&R.