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Bulma stood in the doorway, frozen in shock. Sure, no one had told her exactly what was between Vegeta and these friends of his, but she hadn't thought he was with one of them!
She felt like someone had poured molten lead down her throat, and it turned to ice in her stomach. The world narrowed down to Vegeta's arm around Lima's waist, to his voice as he chatted to her in that strange language, to her smile and faint blush. (That is a very wide narrow you have there.) (Shut up.)
Vegeta glanced up. "Woman, we-"
"Don't you woman me! I have a name, dammit! Use it or I'm going to knock your fricken head off, do you hear me?"
"Loud and clear." Vegeta's hand left Lima's hip to rub his ringing ears. "Very loud, in fact. What's your problem?"
"I don't have a problem! Now what the HFIL did you want?"
"To prevent you from doing something rash and getting hauled in by the big bads."
"Big bads?" Bulma asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She means the Intergalactic Police Force. The other day when you were sparing with Chi-chi, you made her own ki blast hit her- without using any of your own ki."
"So?"
"So, not only is that illegal, and immoral, and unethical, it's dangerous to!"
Vegeta looked at the woman beside him. Usually she was pretty sane, but sometimes she started channeling her mother, and it gets more and more ugly from there. "Ummm…yeah. Anyway, you need to learn to control it. Otherwise you might kill someone-" He spotted Bulma glaring at him and hurried on- "totally on accident, but humans are touchy about that sort of thing."
Bulma gave Lima the evil eye again. "Okay, what do I have to do?"
"Goku! Stay out of that!"
"Aww, but Chi-chi…"
"I don't care if you're hungry, you'll have to wait!"
Gohan peeked up at his parents over his calculus book. He wouldn't be surprised if one day his dad just wandered off and didn't come back. Or refused to. He felt like just telling his mom to jump off a bridge some days, and he wasn't nearly as much of a twit as his father.
Yamcha looked at his friends. The Son family, Tien and Chouzu, they had even managed to drag Piccolo out to Master Roshi's island. Now, all he had to do was think of a way to convince all of them that Vegeta was doing something horrible to his beautiful Bulma.
"The Queen has not reported in, sir. We have continued to attempt to establish communications, but without luck, sir."
"But there have been no communications? No distress signals, no nothing?"
"Hai, sir."
The man breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Tell me if anything gets through."
"Umm, yes sir. But, if I might inquire…"
"What?"
"Good, sir?"
The man laughed. "Her Majesty is a powerful woman, but she tends to forget that the rest of the universe is not. If she's gone on a rampage, we'll hear from the police first!"
*They are not ready! *
*Silence Nihara! There is nothing we can do. *
*But…*
She pouted. He almost caved then and there, but the price was too great. If they broke the covenant, the last of their children would suffer for eternity. But the lunar goddess was so beautiful, as dark and bewitching as the children she had birthed. And when provoked, just as violent.
He could never understand why so many races portrayed their particular moon goddess as pale and fragile and unchanging. Could they simply not understand that the moon merely reflected its sun? That she was inconstant, forever altering to suit the flux and flow of power through the realms? That from her flowed creation and destruction, passion and despair, pleasure and pain?
He sighed and pulled her to his chest. She looped her tail around his waist, and began to sniffle against his broad chest. He couldn't blame her. Of all of the children that they had birthed, the Vegetas had always been her favorites. And this last one had truly caught her eye. Torn from his pack and people, grown up before his time, and yet, beneath it all, a gentle, even artistic, heart still beat.
*He will survive, dearest. He always has. And we have given him the tools to ensure that the others do as well. He saved them before. I do not doubt that the young prince can do it again. * He kissed her. *For his pack, no task is too dangerous, no obstacle insurmountable. Vegeta will succeed. He has to. *
Wow! That's 771 words! Woo! Go me! Go me! Oooookaaaaay, I'm done now. It's, like 3:00, and I'm wired. Hey, while I'm toying with the idea of writing some more, what does any one think of a female Vegeta? It is a mostly unexplored idea, although (PLUG WARNING!) Kiarene does a wonderful job in The Saiyan no Oujo. You can find another one of Kiarene's awe-inspiring fics, I Am Vegeta, on my list of favorites. I have been idly exploring the idea as part of a class project (Thank Dende none of my teachers know what a Goku is, they'd kill me!) and got pretty positive feed back. But from teachers, so, who knows! Is a teaser in order here? Am I going to make this note longer than the actual chapter? PLEASE, SOMEONE REVIEW! I'M ALL ALONE IN A DARK HOUSE WITH NO ONE TO TALK TO!
Bulma stood in the doorway, frozen in shock. Sure, no one had told her exactly what was between Vegeta and these friends of his, but she hadn't thought he was with one of them!
She felt like someone had poured molten lead down her throat, and it turned to ice in her stomach. The world narrowed down to Vegeta's arm around Lima's waist, to his voice as he chatted to her in that strange language, to her smile and faint blush. (That is a very wide narrow you have there.) (Shut up.)
Vegeta glanced up. "Woman, we-"
"Don't you woman me! I have a name, dammit! Use it or I'm going to knock your fricken head off, do you hear me?"
"Loud and clear." Vegeta's hand left Lima's hip to rub his ringing ears. "Very loud, in fact. What's your problem?"
"I don't have a problem! Now what the HFIL did you want?"
"To prevent you from doing something rash and getting hauled in by the big bads."
"Big bads?" Bulma asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She means the Intergalactic Police Force. The other day when you were sparing with Chi-chi, you made her own ki blast hit her- without using any of your own ki."
"So?"
"So, not only is that illegal, and immoral, and unethical, it's dangerous to!"
Vegeta looked at the woman beside him. Usually she was pretty sane, but sometimes she started channeling her mother, and it gets more and more ugly from there. "Ummm…yeah. Anyway, you need to learn to control it. Otherwise you might kill someone-" He spotted Bulma glaring at him and hurried on- "totally on accident, but humans are touchy about that sort of thing."
Bulma gave Lima the evil eye again. "Okay, what do I have to do?"
"Goku! Stay out of that!"
"Aww, but Chi-chi…"
"I don't care if you're hungry, you'll have to wait!"
Gohan peeked up at his parents over his calculus book. He wouldn't be surprised if one day his dad just wandered off and didn't come back. Or refused to. He felt like just telling his mom to jump off a bridge some days, and he wasn't nearly as much of a twit as his father.
Yamcha looked at his friends. The Son family, Tien and Chouzu, they had even managed to drag Piccolo out to Master Roshi's island. Now, all he had to do was think of a way to convince all of them that Vegeta was doing something horrible to his beautiful Bulma.
"The Queen has not reported in, sir. We have continued to attempt to establish communications, but without luck, sir."
"But there have been no communications? No distress signals, no nothing?"
"Hai, sir."
The man breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Tell me if anything gets through."
"Umm, yes sir. But, if I might inquire…"
"What?"
"Good, sir?"
The man laughed. "Her Majesty is a powerful woman, but she tends to forget that the rest of the universe is not. If she's gone on a rampage, we'll hear from the police first!"
*They are not ready! *
*Silence Nihara! There is nothing we can do. *
*But…*
She pouted. He almost caved then and there, but the price was too great. If they broke the covenant, the last of their children would suffer for eternity. But the lunar goddess was so beautiful, as dark and bewitching as the children she had birthed. And when provoked, just as violent.
He could never understand why so many races portrayed their particular moon goddess as pale and fragile and unchanging. Could they simply not understand that the moon merely reflected its sun? That she was inconstant, forever altering to suit the flux and flow of power through the realms? That from her flowed creation and destruction, passion and despair, pleasure and pain?
He sighed and pulled her to his chest. She looped her tail around his waist, and began to sniffle against his broad chest. He couldn't blame her. Of all of the children that they had birthed, the Vegetas had always been her favorites. And this last one had truly caught her eye. Torn from his pack and people, grown up before his time, and yet, beneath it all, a gentle, even artistic, heart still beat.
*He will survive, dearest. He always has. And we have given him the tools to ensure that the others do as well. He saved them before. I do not doubt that the young prince can do it again. * He kissed her. *For his pack, no task is too dangerous, no obstacle insurmountable. Vegeta will succeed. He has to. *
Wow! That's 771 words! Woo! Go me! Go me! Oooookaaaaay, I'm done now. It's, like 3:00, and I'm wired. Hey, while I'm toying with the idea of writing some more, what does any one think of a female Vegeta? It is a mostly unexplored idea, although (PLUG WARNING!) Kiarene does a wonderful job in The Saiyan no Oujo. You can find another one of Kiarene's awe-inspiring fics, I Am Vegeta, on my list of favorites. I have been idly exploring the idea as part of a class project (Thank Dende none of my teachers know what a Goku is, they'd kill me!) and got pretty positive feed back. But from teachers, so, who knows! Is a teaser in order here? Am I going to make this note longer than the actual chapter? PLEASE, SOMEONE REVIEW! I'M ALL ALONE IN A DARK HOUSE WITH NO ONE TO TALK TO!