Another Cranky Saiyan?
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball or
anything affiliated with it.
HA! I remembered!
After the last two days, Bulma had greatly increased her speed and agility and had managed to pick up a few small ki attacks. She punched and kicked at an invisible opponent before running forward, catching a piece of clothing on an offending piece of equipment, and having as similar effect as a rubber band.
*TWANG*
She was flung back into the hard wall of the gravity room head first. As she sat up, she saw the room spin around a few times and then come into focus. She brought her hand up to feel the already forming lump when she saw her watch.
"3:30?!"
She jumped up, temporarily forgetting the injury and ran down the stairs. She also managed to grab her coat and purse and put them on at the same time.
"I'm gonna be soooo late for my hair appointment!"
Luckily (for her at least), she ran into Vegeta.... literally. She fell back onto the ground and sat there for a moment before....
"You macho jerk!" He smirked at her angered expression when she picked herself up and dusted off her clothing. "I'll have you know I have a hair appointment at 3:45 at Chez Haire!"
"Today?" He asked gruffly, knowing exactly what her response would be.
"Don't start with me it's-" She trailed off as she looked at the date in the corner of her watch. She threw her hands up in the air, accidentally firing a ki blast that knocked a bit of loose plaster right onto Vegeta's head.
"How the hell did you do that woman?!?" Vegeta looked at her, intrigued.
She shrugged and started to put away her things. Maybe she wouldn't be getting her hair done that day after all.
Sorry it was so short, but I had to finish it off somehow. Hope it wasn't too bad.