He Loves Her More Than Ice Cream part 2
By Lady Bulma
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Dragon Ball Z nor any of the characters in this story. I also do not own the Giant in any way.
Here it is! ^_^
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He looked at her sleeping figure. ~She is such an angel. So beautiful. Oh man am I hungry. Better go raid the fridge. Nooooo! We waisted all the food at Kakorrot's picnic. *Shuders* Alright, we can just buy more.~ Vegeta reached for her purse. He had never been out shopping before, but from what he could understand, the woman went to the supermarket called Giant and purchased food with a source of money. Vegeta went through the purse until he found a pink wallet.
The doors were amazing to him. They opened and closed with out him having to do it for them. He spent about an hour walking in and out of the doors. When he felt that the doors weren't so amazing he moved on. The place was big and filled with all sorts of good food. Well that is what anyone else would have said. According to Vegeta there was only two edible subtances in the universe: Ice cream and toppings for it. He was getting lost so he decided to ask for help. He pointed to a red head, pimple covered employee. "You! I demand that you tell me where you keep the frozen substance known as ice cream."
"Down isle five Sir." The boy pointed nervously down at isle five. Vegeta walked on and totally ignored him. The boy stood there in fear still pointing down the isle. ~Ah there are more flavors other than chocolate? I must try them all! That will be my mission until I begin training tomorrow.~ Vegeta grabbed one of each flavor and a package of chocolate syrup. He then payed for it at the cash register. Unfortuantly it was the pimple boy working it. "Cash or charge?"
"Whatever." Vegeta pulled out the bright pink wallet and got out the right amount. The boy stared at him strange and quickly finished the transaction. "What are you staring at?" Vegeta grabbed the bags and flew home.
Bulma woke up to the sound of Vegeta's voice. "Bulma, Bulma! WakeupupupUP! Itisanicedaydon'tyouthink? Ireallylovethesunshine! Don'tyou? Doyouwanttodoartsandcrafts? ICE CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAM!"
"Vegeta! Did you eat to much ice cream again?"
"LOTS OF FLAVOOOOOOOOOOOORS!" Bulma stared at him funny and went down stairs to grab a bite to eat. Prehapes this was a new way of tourturing her? She didn't think so. There was something seriously wrong with him. She made her way into the kitchen only to find an empty carton of every flavor of ice cream. "OH MY KAMI! NOOOOOOOO! VEGETA IS ON A SUGAR HIGH!" Bulma grabbed the nearest frying pan and found Vegeta still in her room muttering things about mocha java flavored ice cream. She hit him over the head several times until he fell unconsious. She then put him in her bed. ~He is so cute when he is asleep. Just like an innocent little child. Hello Bulma! Vegeta here an innocent child? Yeah right. Still?~
His head was pounding like some one was banging on it with a hammer. HIs eyes had a hard time opening but when he did he saw Bulma there watching him. "Are you alright Vegeta?"
"What did you do to me?!"
"Well excuse me Vegeta. I just hit you over the head to knock you out. You were on a major sugar high. I can promise you this, you won't be having so much ice cream any more. Jeez you were asking me to do arts and crafts with you!"
"I said what?"
"You wanted ......"
"I heard you the first time Woman."
"Good, now lay down. Do what I say? Oh does your head hurt. Let me kiss it and make it better."
"I don't need you to......" He was interupted by Bulma kissing the top of his head. She then pushed him down back in bed and put the ice pack back on. "Good boy. Now stay in bed while I make you a real dinner." When she left Vegeta took the time to study her room. It wasn't exactly his taste. The room was much smaller than his large one. The bed and desk barely fit in it let alone all of the books and papers that littered the floor. On the desk was a picture of Yamcha. He sneered at it. The man could never have his Bulma back. He would never tell anyone that he loved her though. Or at least he never planned on it. The phone began ringing. Bulma who was just walking in picked it up. "Moushi Moushi, Bulma speaking. Oh hello Son kun. I am fine. That loser cheated on me for the last time. Are you sure, he is kinda in a bad mood. If you say so. Vegeta Son kun wants to talk to you."
"Give me the phone. What?! How did you know?" He motioned Bulma out of the room. She took it rather offensivly. "If you tell anyone Kakorrot I will kill you! Understand?! Baka what would you know. For once Kakorrot your mind was actually used. Fine. Whatever." He slammed the phone down. Secret Admirer. That just might work. Wait why is he listening to Kakorrot?
End part 2
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Author's Note: Okay so there wasn't much romance. Please send me your reviews so I can improve the story. ^_^
By Lady Bulma
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Dragon Ball Z nor any of the characters in this story. I also do not own the Giant in any way.
Here it is! ^_^
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He looked at her sleeping figure. ~She is such an angel. So beautiful. Oh man am I hungry. Better go raid the fridge. Nooooo! We waisted all the food at Kakorrot's picnic. *Shuders* Alright, we can just buy more.~ Vegeta reached for her purse. He had never been out shopping before, but from what he could understand, the woman went to the supermarket called Giant and purchased food with a source of money. Vegeta went through the purse until he found a pink wallet.
The doors were amazing to him. They opened and closed with out him having to do it for them. He spent about an hour walking in and out of the doors. When he felt that the doors weren't so amazing he moved on. The place was big and filled with all sorts of good food. Well that is what anyone else would have said. According to Vegeta there was only two edible subtances in the universe: Ice cream and toppings for it. He was getting lost so he decided to ask for help. He pointed to a red head, pimple covered employee. "You! I demand that you tell me where you keep the frozen substance known as ice cream."
"Down isle five Sir." The boy pointed nervously down at isle five. Vegeta walked on and totally ignored him. The boy stood there in fear still pointing down the isle. ~Ah there are more flavors other than chocolate? I must try them all! That will be my mission until I begin training tomorrow.~ Vegeta grabbed one of each flavor and a package of chocolate syrup. He then payed for it at the cash register. Unfortuantly it was the pimple boy working it. "Cash or charge?"
"Whatever." Vegeta pulled out the bright pink wallet and got out the right amount. The boy stared at him strange and quickly finished the transaction. "What are you staring at?" Vegeta grabbed the bags and flew home.
Bulma woke up to the sound of Vegeta's voice. "Bulma, Bulma! WakeupupupUP! Itisanicedaydon'tyouthink? Ireallylovethesunshine! Don'tyou? Doyouwanttodoartsandcrafts? ICE CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAM!"
"Vegeta! Did you eat to much ice cream again?"
"LOTS OF FLAVOOOOOOOOOOOORS!" Bulma stared at him funny and went down stairs to grab a bite to eat. Prehapes this was a new way of tourturing her? She didn't think so. There was something seriously wrong with him. She made her way into the kitchen only to find an empty carton of every flavor of ice cream. "OH MY KAMI! NOOOOOOOO! VEGETA IS ON A SUGAR HIGH!" Bulma grabbed the nearest frying pan and found Vegeta still in her room muttering things about mocha java flavored ice cream. She hit him over the head several times until he fell unconsious. She then put him in her bed. ~He is so cute when he is asleep. Just like an innocent little child. Hello Bulma! Vegeta here an innocent child? Yeah right. Still?~
His head was pounding like some one was banging on it with a hammer. HIs eyes had a hard time opening but when he did he saw Bulma there watching him. "Are you alright Vegeta?"
"What did you do to me?!"
"Well excuse me Vegeta. I just hit you over the head to knock you out. You were on a major sugar high. I can promise you this, you won't be having so much ice cream any more. Jeez you were asking me to do arts and crafts with you!"
"I said what?"
"You wanted ......"
"I heard you the first time Woman."
"Good, now lay down. Do what I say? Oh does your head hurt. Let me kiss it and make it better."
"I don't need you to......" He was interupted by Bulma kissing the top of his head. She then pushed him down back in bed and put the ice pack back on. "Good boy. Now stay in bed while I make you a real dinner." When she left Vegeta took the time to study her room. It wasn't exactly his taste. The room was much smaller than his large one. The bed and desk barely fit in it let alone all of the books and papers that littered the floor. On the desk was a picture of Yamcha. He sneered at it. The man could never have his Bulma back. He would never tell anyone that he loved her though. Or at least he never planned on it. The phone began ringing. Bulma who was just walking in picked it up. "Moushi Moushi, Bulma speaking. Oh hello Son kun. I am fine. That loser cheated on me for the last time. Are you sure, he is kinda in a bad mood. If you say so. Vegeta Son kun wants to talk to you."
"Give me the phone. What?! How did you know?" He motioned Bulma out of the room. She took it rather offensivly. "If you tell anyone Kakorrot I will kill you! Understand?! Baka what would you know. For once Kakorrot your mind was actually used. Fine. Whatever." He slammed the phone down. Secret Admirer. That just might work. Wait why is he listening to Kakorrot?
End part 2
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Author's Note: Okay so there wasn't much romance. Please send me your reviews so I can improve the story. ^_^