Title: One Week: Dragonball Z Style
By Leah Beth Sinn
Rating: PG (for implied sexual content)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters. If I did, do you think that I would have to write fanfic? Seriously, I don't. FUNimation owns everything Dragonball Z. And the song "One Week" is owned by the Barenaked Ladies.
Summary: This is kind of Vegeta/Bulma, but kind of not. It's weird, that's all that I can say. Vegeta's POV
Explanations: All of the song lyrics are in italics. If there's italics in a normal paragraph, then it's Veggie's thoughts.
* * * * * *
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying, "Get that together, come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
That woman, Bulma, was staring at me, her head cocked to one side. "Vegeta, I am so angry at you. I can't do everything that you want me to do. I have a life!" Then the woman surprised me. She laughed. "Why don't you try to fix the gravity chamber? And the robots? Maybe next time, if you ask me nicely, I'll help you with it." With that, she walked away.
How dare she! I thought. I'm the prince of Saiyans, not a mechanic! I don't fix machines! That woman needed to be put in her place.
A few days later, we sparred again in the living room. Verbal sparring, not my choice, even though I started it. I was watching some T.V. show because the gravity chamber was broken again. We argued and she ended up stomping off to her room to sulk.
Yesterday, the woman had the nerve to say that she forgave me. For what? That's what I wanted to know. I did nothing wrong that she would feel the need to forgive me for. Maybe it's just some stupid human tradition.
Hold it know and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leann Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaemfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin', achin' shake
I like vanilla; it's the finest of the flavors
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
'Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver
A few weeks later, the woman decided that I needed to "get out more and socialize", so she got two tickets to the show playing in town. When I demanded to know why two, she said because she was going too. Not only did I have to take time out of my training, but I had to spend it with that blasted woman. I sulked for days about it.
When the night of show came, I insisted on flying. If she was making me go, then we were getting there my way. It was hilarious how she clung to me. I found out that night that she was terrified of heights, so I flew as high as I could. When we got to the theatre, I thought that she was going to kiss the ground, she was that happy to be back on it. The trip back to Capsule Corp. was much of the same. Only she yelled at me when we reached our destination.
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
I was coming out of my newly repaired gravity chamber late one night when I felt eyes on me. I looked up and saw the woman, staring open-mouthed at me. I caught her eye; she blushed and furiously closed her curtains. I wondered why she had been staring at me. I remembered that I wasn't wearing a shirt and was very sweaty. I smirked to myself.
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you day you're sorry
"Vegeta, you're crazy!" the woman exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air in frustration. "I'm not fixing the gravity chamber until you relax for more than one day. I'll fix it next week.
That pissed me off. "No, you will fix that gravity chamber NOW!" I yelled at her. "I cannot take time out of my training!"
Apparently, my yelling pissed the woman off because she tackled me. She jumped on my back and forced me to the ground. Her move caught me totally off guard, so she got a few punches in before I pried her off my back.
"Stupid woman," I said and it came out harsher than I had intended. "I could kill you using less energy that you just used to punch me."
This seemed to scare the woman because she started to back away from me, slowly. I could see the tears forming in her eyes, and or some reason, I felt sorry because I had hurt and scared her, but it only lasted a second before it vanished.
"Now get out of my sight, woman, before I do just that."
The woman, Bulma, ran as fast as she could out of the room, crying.
Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films,
But if I did, they'd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
Irons aren't always flying off the back swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cuz that cartoon has got the boom
Anime babes that make me think the wrong thing
Another time when the gravity chamber was broken (I'm sensing a pattern. I think it's faulty workmanship), I was watching T.V. with the woman late one night. I realized that night that the woman was scared easily.
We were watching some show, I think she called it the X-Files, and it got to a part where some guy was being stalked by some monster, and the woman jumped on me, she was that scared. And I have no idea why. When I started to laugh at her cowardice, she just looked at me like I had turned into a monster.
The next day, I sat again watching T.V. while the woman worked on my gravity room. A cartoon came on, something called Sailor Moon. At first, I thought it was stupid, because all that the characters talked about was love and dreams. Then it got to the action. And the skimpy outfits. Those were my favorite. Too bad that blasted earth woman, what's her name, Bulma, too bad she doesn't dress like that.
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said, "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you
And said, "You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday, you just smiled at me
Cuz it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry.
The woman did something that surprised me. She apologized. When I asked her why she did that, she said, "because I'm sorry for the names I've called you and I feel sorry for slowing down your training and..." Then she stopped.
"Well woman!" I demanded. "What else?"
"I'll tell you later," she told me. "I need to go get some work done." And then she just left.
I didn't see her for two days because I was training early and late each day, sleeping only a few hours each night. When I finally saw her again, I demanded to know what else she had to say.
"I'm sorry because I love you and I hate it when you're mad," she said in a rush and then she ran off.
I laughed for a long time after she left. An earth woman, love me? What a gag. Of course with my enormously good looks, I guess I was inevitable.
Another two days passed without my seeing her again. The next time I saw her was late at night. I was coming in from my training, and being the courteous person I am, I left off the lights so I wouldn't wake anyone up.
I was walking through the living room and ran straight into the woman. It knocked both of us over and she ended up on top of me. She did something surprising then, by leaning down and kissing me. I surprised myself more by returning the kiss. Needless to say, I woke up in her bed the next morning.
The next time I saw her was that night. I have to say, for being an earth woman, she's good.
The next morning over breakfast, she smiled at me, and I almost smiled back. Not quite, but almost. Her idiot mother didn't notice a thing. I was beginning to think that we could continue on without her parents being the wiser.
Two weeks later, an announcement from the woman shattered that plan. "I'm pregnant!" she had said, "And Vegeta's the father!" Both of her parents fainted and I wondered what pregnant meant.
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
The End (?)
Author's Notes: Should this be the end? I don't know. Why don't you tell me? Should I go through the pregnancy with a song? I don't know! Help me! Please! You need to decide. And then you need to tell me, so R&R. I need your feedback!
By Leah Beth Sinn
Rating: PG (for implied sexual content)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters. If I did, do you think that I would have to write fanfic? Seriously, I don't. FUNimation owns everything Dragonball Z. And the song "One Week" is owned by the Barenaked Ladies.
Summary: This is kind of Vegeta/Bulma, but kind of not. It's weird, that's all that I can say. Vegeta's POV
Explanations: All of the song lyrics are in italics. If there's italics in a normal paragraph, then it's Veggie's thoughts.
* * * * * *
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying, "Get that together, come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
That woman, Bulma, was staring at me, her head cocked to one side. "Vegeta, I am so angry at you. I can't do everything that you want me to do. I have a life!" Then the woman surprised me. She laughed. "Why don't you try to fix the gravity chamber? And the robots? Maybe next time, if you ask me nicely, I'll help you with it." With that, she walked away.
How dare she! I thought. I'm the prince of Saiyans, not a mechanic! I don't fix machines! That woman needed to be put in her place.
A few days later, we sparred again in the living room. Verbal sparring, not my choice, even though I started it. I was watching some T.V. show because the gravity chamber was broken again. We argued and she ended up stomping off to her room to sulk.
Yesterday, the woman had the nerve to say that she forgave me. For what? That's what I wanted to know. I did nothing wrong that she would feel the need to forgive me for. Maybe it's just some stupid human tradition.
Hold it know and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leann Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaemfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin', achin' shake
I like vanilla; it's the finest of the flavors
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
'Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver
A few weeks later, the woman decided that I needed to "get out more and socialize", so she got two tickets to the show playing in town. When I demanded to know why two, she said because she was going too. Not only did I have to take time out of my training, but I had to spend it with that blasted woman. I sulked for days about it.
When the night of show came, I insisted on flying. If she was making me go, then we were getting there my way. It was hilarious how she clung to me. I found out that night that she was terrified of heights, so I flew as high as I could. When we got to the theatre, I thought that she was going to kiss the ground, she was that happy to be back on it. The trip back to Capsule Corp. was much of the same. Only she yelled at me when we reached our destination.
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
I was coming out of my newly repaired gravity chamber late one night when I felt eyes on me. I looked up and saw the woman, staring open-mouthed at me. I caught her eye; she blushed and furiously closed her curtains. I wondered why she had been staring at me. I remembered that I wasn't wearing a shirt and was very sweaty. I smirked to myself.
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you day you're sorry
"Vegeta, you're crazy!" the woman exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air in frustration. "I'm not fixing the gravity chamber until you relax for more than one day. I'll fix it next week.
That pissed me off. "No, you will fix that gravity chamber NOW!" I yelled at her. "I cannot take time out of my training!"
Apparently, my yelling pissed the woman off because she tackled me. She jumped on my back and forced me to the ground. Her move caught me totally off guard, so she got a few punches in before I pried her off my back.
"Stupid woman," I said and it came out harsher than I had intended. "I could kill you using less energy that you just used to punch me."
This seemed to scare the woman because she started to back away from me, slowly. I could see the tears forming in her eyes, and or some reason, I felt sorry because I had hurt and scared her, but it only lasted a second before it vanished.
"Now get out of my sight, woman, before I do just that."
The woman, Bulma, ran as fast as she could out of the room, crying.
Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films,
But if I did, they'd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
Irons aren't always flying off the back swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cuz that cartoon has got the boom
Anime babes that make me think the wrong thing
Another time when the gravity chamber was broken (I'm sensing a pattern. I think it's faulty workmanship), I was watching T.V. with the woman late one night. I realized that night that the woman was scared easily.
We were watching some show, I think she called it the X-Files, and it got to a part where some guy was being stalked by some monster, and the woman jumped on me, she was that scared. And I have no idea why. When I started to laugh at her cowardice, she just looked at me like I had turned into a monster.
The next day, I sat again watching T.V. while the woman worked on my gravity room. A cartoon came on, something called Sailor Moon. At first, I thought it was stupid, because all that the characters talked about was love and dreams. Then it got to the action. And the skimpy outfits. Those were my favorite. Too bad that blasted earth woman, what's her name, Bulma, too bad she doesn't dress like that.
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said, "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you
And said, "You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday, you just smiled at me
Cuz it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry.
The woman did something that surprised me. She apologized. When I asked her why she did that, she said, "because I'm sorry for the names I've called you and I feel sorry for slowing down your training and..." Then she stopped.
"Well woman!" I demanded. "What else?"
"I'll tell you later," she told me. "I need to go get some work done." And then she just left.
I didn't see her for two days because I was training early and late each day, sleeping only a few hours each night. When I finally saw her again, I demanded to know what else she had to say.
"I'm sorry because I love you and I hate it when you're mad," she said in a rush and then she ran off.
I laughed for a long time after she left. An earth woman, love me? What a gag. Of course with my enormously good looks, I guess I was inevitable.
Another two days passed without my seeing her again. The next time I saw her was late at night. I was coming in from my training, and being the courteous person I am, I left off the lights so I wouldn't wake anyone up.
I was walking through the living room and ran straight into the woman. It knocked both of us over and she ended up on top of me. She did something surprising then, by leaning down and kissing me. I surprised myself more by returning the kiss. Needless to say, I woke up in her bed the next morning.
The next time I saw her was that night. I have to say, for being an earth woman, she's good.
The next morning over breakfast, she smiled at me, and I almost smiled back. Not quite, but almost. Her idiot mother didn't notice a thing. I was beginning to think that we could continue on without her parents being the wiser.
Two weeks later, an announcement from the woman shattered that plan. "I'm pregnant!" she had said, "And Vegeta's the father!" Both of her parents fainted and I wondered what pregnant meant.
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
The End (?)
Author's Notes: Should this be the end? I don't know. Why don't you tell me? Should I go through the pregnancy with a song? I don't know! Help me! Please! You need to decide. And then you need to tell me, so R&R. I need your feedback!
