Hey I just wanted to tell you all that I just started watching Dragonball Z regularly. As in when Gohan took over for Goku in the Cell Games on Cartoon Network. Then it went back to Garlic Jr. etc. Well before that I only watched bits and pieces of it. So, don't hurt my fragile ego if I don't get everything exactly right. I don't know if Vegita and Bulma found out about big Trunks before he was born but.... let's pretend they didn't. I am pretty much clueless to what happens after "Goku's Special Technique" because I am typing this right, as in five minutes, after I saw it. If Trunks comes back from the future again after that, but before he's born, well let's pretend that doesn't happen either. I am creating my own version of events here, so don't have a cow. And if you don't like it, and are totally mad at me for changing the series of events then, well all I have to say is "It's better to be pissed off than to be pissed on" as a wise person once told me. Also, this is my very first lemon,(what the heck am I talking about? This is my first fanfiction!) so don't burn me at the stake. See ya at the end! Oh my Kami! I cannot believe I forgot to mention that this is a BxV [wacks self on forehead] and I just want to mention a corny little misc. item: their initials are right beside each other on the keyboard. Awww, isn't that just too kawaii? And I don't know why all the get together fics of this sort have 'yet another' in front of them. I personally never grow tired of them. It may not be a fresh concept, but I think of it as fine wine-tastes better old than new.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of it's characters concepts or miscellaneous. Oh, yeah right like I'm making money from this! It's on the damn internet for crying out loud! (Just joking, I am an internet author, and I love others like me. This is way more satisfying than only having a few people pick up my book, and you get more honest reviews.) Yatta yatta yatta....
Whew! That was a long authors note, huh? Well it's time to get to the actual story. Bye.
Deeper than Love
Chapter one
Yamcha lay in bed next to his sleeping girlfriend. Unfortunately that was all they'd ever done in the bed - sleep. He didn't understand why she continued to refuse to do the deed with him. And she wondered why he cheated on her. He looked over at her. She was dreaming about HIM, her dream lover, again. He could tell by the way she stirred.
Yamcha liked her, and she did have one hell of a body...but not good enough for him to keep getting his pride bruised for. Of course he didn't consider her pride when he cheated on her. He decided that tomorrow he would break it off. It would be for the best all the way around. 'And none too soon' he thought grimly, as she twisted and cried out HIS name. And it wasn't Yamcha's.
At least now he wouldn't feel like a heel for what he was - a hopeless ladies man. And Bulma could be left to her dreams.
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"What?!" Bulma was too stricken to even cry. She had been sun bathing when her boyfriend, Yamcha had walked up to her as casual as could be, and turned her life upside down. "You're breaking up with me? Why?"
What are you getting all misty eyed for? Jeeze, it's not like we were exclusive. And besides, we haven't even gone farther than kissing, anyway" he said bitterly.
Bulma heard the bitterness in the last phrase. "So you're breaking up with me because I wouldn't have sex with you?" she said becoming angry. Her chin length aquamarine hair was blowing with the ocean breeze.
Yamcha looked extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't tell her yes-that would be a death wish. His silence said it all.
"Fine, Yamcha, go away and leave me alone." she stepped away from him and when she heard his retreating footsteps, she finally allowed herself to cry. Not for Yamcha, she had never loved him, that was why she hadn't become his lover. She cried for the fact the she seemed unlovable. None of her romances seemed to last, and it was always the guy that broke it off.
She sat down in the sand in front of Kame house and looked out at the ocean. She wiped away her tears. Right now the ocean was calm, but the storm clouds in the distance promised violence at her real home tonight. She was glad she wouldn't be there. She dove into the water, never seeing the brief twinkle in the sky, like that of a shooting star during the day.
Someday, she promised herself, she would have someone to love and appreciate her. When that person finally arrived those other jerks could eat their hearts out. Because she would be his for life.
She hoped it would be the man in her dreams. He seemed familiar, but she could never see him clearly. All she knew was swimming definately relaxed her.
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Meanwhile, in a certain space capsule directly outside earths orbit, two Sayijn warriors, were about to burst. One from excitement for being almost home, the other about to smash in the excited ones face. "Kakarot, if you don't stop bouncing around, I will have to subdue you by any physical means necessary" Vegita said, clenching the stearing rod tightly.
"I can't help it, Vegita. I can't wait to see Chi-chi, Gohan, and the others again."
"Well stop it! We will be there soon enough" Vegita didn't understand his rival's happiness. He had never felt the need to return anywhere, and he didn't want to. Binds only restrain you.
They entered the earths atmosphere and headed straight to Kame house.
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Bulma stepped out of the water just as she heard a loud noise and the space capsule her father had built for Goku and Vegita crash landed on the opposite side of the island. She hurriedly wrapped a towel around her waist and ran out back of Kame House.
Chi-chi, Gohan, Master Roshi, Krillin, and Yamcha were already there. First out of the tiny ship was Goku, who immediately swept his wife and son into an enormous bear hug. "Pee-ew, Dad, you stink!" Gohan said holding his nose.
"Goku, don't they have baths on whatever neanderthawl planet you were on?" Chi-chi complained, glaring at her husband.
"Sorry woman, but bathing wasn't high on our list of things to do" said Vegita sarcastically, floating op from the opening and landing agiley on his feet. He obviously didn't know Chi-chi very well.
She narrowed her eyes and marched over to Vegita, standing toe to toe with him. "What did you call me?" she sked icily. She was the one person in the whole world, who was absolutely fearless of the former Sayjin prince. "Listen here bud, he is my husband and I have the right to tell him to take a bath, GOT IT?!" she said poking a finger in his chest. "And you stink too you arrogant Sayjin. I swear the breed is chronically stubborn. You" she said pointing to to Goku, "and you" Vegita, "Get in there and take a shower" she pointed to inside Kame House, "I meant NOW!"
Vegita just stood there. He was shocked to the bone, Bulma could tell. Well more power to Chi-chi. The arrogant bastard could use a lesson in humility. At first she thought Vegita wasn't going to move to follow Goku, but then he snarled and turned to march into the house.
At first no one said anything, then applause broke out. Chi-chi sniffed delicately, then sat down regally. "I'll be back, I'd better go get some clothes for them" Bulma said, giggling.
She went inside to Master Roshi's bedroom and got a couple of changes of clothes, since he always wore baggy clothes that would fit the Sayjins. She knocked softly on the first bathroom door. "Goku, I have a change of clothes for you"
"Toss 'em in" she did, "Thanks, Bulma"
"No sweat. It's the next stop I'm worried about" she muttered under her breath.
She walked to the second bathroom and decided to just quietly go in, drop off the clothes, and exit. A fussless plan.
She opened the door, and tiptoed in. She was about to tiptoe right back out when...
"Who is there?" roared a voice from the shower. The glass door slid open, and Bulma saw way more than she never wanted to see. She couldn't help but like what she saw, though. A broad muscular chest, arms and legs. A powerful corded neck. The spiked Sayjin hair that never seemed to tame, even when wet. She also noticed certain other parts of his anatomy that were... well, Bulma didn't have any expertise in that area, but from the novels she had read... well large was a good thing, right?
"What are you doing in here woman?" he asked dourly, toweling off. He seemed quite unconcerned with her presence, only mildly curious and annoyed. Bulma, however, was blushing scarlett.
"Ah, um... I was just dropping off your clothes" she said holding out the garments.
He raised his eyebrow and smirked sardonically at her, but took the clothing. "Very well, you may leave now, woman"
Bulma fled out, and leaned against the closed door. "My goodness. It's a good thing I don't like that bastard, or else I might be attracted to him." What she didn't want to admit was that she already was.
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Earthlings were so damn... strange. And as far as Vegita was concerned, they were all bakas, including Kakarot. What had been that blotchy redness that had seemed to suffuse the woman's face? Very ugly, indeed.
And that other woman, Kakarot's mate, the audacity of a lowly earth woman talking like that to HIM! The prince of all Sayjins. Granted, it was a nearly extinct race, with Kakarot and himself being the only pure ones left. Not even to his own self could he admit that the dangerous fire in her eyes had scared him a little. Now he knew why that weak Kakarot gave into her so easily. He would NEVER let ANYONE hold that kind of power over him.
Vegita inspected the clothes the woman had gotten for him. He scowled. T'was that flower colored BAD MAN shirt again. Pink, he thought disgustedly, and clenched the fabric in his hand. He walked purposely outside to where the others were. "WOMAN!" he roared.
Bulma jumped about two feet in the air. "What!?" she said, very annoyed. "You scared the shit out of me, you baka! And my name is Bulma, you Sayjin S.O.B." she took a calming breath, and said sweetly, "Now what is it you've come to complain to me about now?"
He narrowed his eyes at her dangerously. Her insolence was astounding to him. Didn't she know that he could break her baka body in half? One look at her eyes and he knew she did. But she also knew that though he could, he wouldn't. She was the only one that could fix the gravity machine.
He held out the fabric to her. "This shirt is pink" he said, angry that he couldn't break her.
"So?" she said aggravatedly. She had forgotten all about the shower incident, and was now thoroughly pissed. So what if he had the body of a god, and her cheeks were flushing just thinking about it? He was an arrogant selfserving baka... she lost her train of thought, when she noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"So?! I am a man-"
"Not a flower. I get it" His rampage served to jerk her out of whatever alternate universe she had been in where she was attracted to the Sayjin. "Here" she held out her hand boredly.
He glared at her, but his desire to not wear the offending garment outweighed his desire to yell at her more. He gave her the shirt. She walked away muttering some very unflattering things about Sayjins. "No offense, Goku"
He swallowed his mirth, not thinking Vegita would appreciate it. "No problem. Well, we're going home now, so I'll see you guys later." he ki'd up and flew off, Chi-chi berating him for flying with her, and for leaving her for three months to go train with Vegita. It seemed that she was rude and obnoxious to everybody, not just him. Gohan followed. Krillin and Yamcha looked at Vegita wearily, and Master Roshi went to his previous activity of sunning.
Bulma stalked outside again with a red button up shirt and threw it at Vegita. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to enjoy the last day of my vacation. You know, before we go home and you start wrecking the gravity machine and I have to fix it every other day."
Yamcha snorted. Both Vegita and Bulma turned to glare at him. He backed up nervously. "Hey Krillin, you wanna go to the mainland and practice?"
"Sure, bud" they powered up and flew off as well.
Bulma saw that Vegita was having trouble buttoning up the shirt. She glowered at him. The baka was too proud to ask for help from a lowly human woman. She shrieked under her breath and stomped over to him. She roughly unbuttoned the shirt and started rebuttoning it. She happened to look up into his eyes and was startled to see an unscrutable, though not unhostile expression in the charcoal depths. "I need help from no one" he said quietly. He removed her hands and seemed to shake out of the mood. He once again scowled darkly at her. "Why can we not go back to your home now?" he didn't ASK a question, it was more like he commanded an answer.
"Because this is my vacation, and I still have one more day." She sat down in a lawn chair and put on her sunglasses.
"Fine then if you want to sit here lazily. I am going to train." he said and prepared to ki up and
"And how're you going to do that when I haven't fixed the gravity machine?" she said, and smirked.
"WHY NOT!?" he roared.
"BAKA! KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!" she screamed at him.
"Then you are coming with me to fix it" he said.
"Like hell!"
He searched for something to say that would make her come with him. "Your hair is... less ugly than last time I saw you" he grudgingly admitted. It was actually quite an improvement over the poofy style she'd had.
"Uh-uh, not getting any where with lackluster compliments, pal." (narrator clears throat loudly, "I, uh, take back what I said in the beginning, you know, about Chi-chi being the only one with no fear of Vegita? Well, ah, yeah, back to the story...)
Vegita considered a moment, before getting an idea, and smirking evilly. "You are sure that you will not neatly decapsulize whatever tidy water vehicle you have and come to your home?" he asked her with evil mirth.
Sure that she had won, she declared, "Yes"
The Sayjin shrugged is shoulders and said "Fine, then I will have to take you" he scooped her up, and flew into the sky. Bulma shrieked, and he almost dropped her. She grasped his neck as hard as he could, and buried her head in his shoulder. She was deathly afraid of heights, and storms- both phobias she would experience tonight, it seemed.
As soon as she composed herself she looked up and glared at him. "Are you crazy you asshole? You freaking scared the hell out of me!"
He smirked down at her. "Such foul language" then sped up, causing her to scream again and grasp his neck tighter. Soon, but not soon enough for Bulma, they landed at her home at Capsule Corporation. She struggled out of Vegita's hold and hopped down to the ground. He was a few inches taller than she was, but he was floating, so she had to look up to glower at him. And she did so with a vengeance, before turning and heading in out of the rain that had started to fall hard. He grabbed her arm.
"Woman, go fix the gravity machine" he ordered.
"After that stunt? Not on your life" she yanked out of his hold, and started to march to the house. But at a loud clap of thunder, she shrieked and started to run. Vegita wondered what the fuss was about-it was only water. He growled and followed her into the house. She had crumbled in a chair and was quietly sobbing.
He scowled at her. It was obvious she needed to be comforted, but he'd be damned if he would offer it. He realized that he was hungry, and he didn't want to watch her cry. Something about it made him feel...odd. Almost like he regreted her tears. He ignored the feeling, and searched the refridgerator for anything to eat. Finding nothing, he turned around to look narrowly at the sobbing female.
"Woman, make me something to eat" he ordered. "And stop that infernal noise, it is giving me a headache."
He head shot up. "Excuse me mister 'I'm not afraid of anything'. Normal people have fears. You've happened to scare me with both of mine tonight, so I'm not in the mood to do your bidding, but here-" she pulled out an emergency capsule from the freezer and tossed it on the ground. "It has everything you'll need in it." The smoke cleared to reveal a mini-fridge. "Now if you will excuse me, I am very tired right now, and I will be going to bed." Vegita ignored her until she stomped up the stairs. He liked it much(and that wasn't alot) better when she was angry, than when she was crying.
He ate everything in the mini-fridge, then climbed the stairs to his room. If he couldn't train tonight, he may as well get some sleep. After three months of nonstop training with Kakarot, he was drained-not that he would ever admit that.
But as he lay in his bed, he found that he couldn't get to sleep. The woman was crying again, and at every thunder clap, she would scream and cry harder. Vegita tried to ignore her, but he couldn't. "Dammit! Will she not shut up?" he muttered. She had said that she had two fears, and he had managed to use both of them. He scowled he had to shut her up. He stood and headed for Bulma's bedroom, right next to his.
Nananananana. (raspberry) I don't have to write anymore til I want to. And until I get 10 good reviews I'm not gonna. I like this story, but most people don't seem to appreciate BV get togethers as much as I do, so.... I mean it-TEN, diaz, 10 and no less. Flames don't count, I really hate them, and so does my large (but fragile) ego. All those authors that say that flames are welcome are liars, we have the frailest pride, but so much of it in our stories. Well, until next time, good bye. And though I am mercilessly, and with no shame regret or guilt whatsoever leaving you with a cliffhanger- I love you all. Sincerely, Princess Ona. PS - No citrus in this chapter, but if I get those ten GOOD reviews, there will definately be some tartness next chapter. (Yawn) Well its ten o'clock PM Eastern time, Friday the eighteenth. That means 4 1/2 hours of nonstop typing. My eyes are actually blurring. If it isn't up immediately after the forementioned date, then that just means I've been to lazy to start up my 'puter. Late (the 'R' is missing on purpose. Dear Kami, I'v been listening to that monotonous guy on TOONAMI for WAY too long) Cripe's I forgot too mention that you will absolutely NEVER see the 'F' word on any of my works. I think the word is vulgar and should never be used to describe lovemaking. Or in any other context, I simply don't like the word. Goodness, the Authors Notes are longer than the story. I better leave you to review now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of it's characters concepts or miscellaneous. Oh, yeah right like I'm making money from this! It's on the damn internet for crying out loud! (Just joking, I am an internet author, and I love others like me. This is way more satisfying than only having a few people pick up my book, and you get more honest reviews.) Yatta yatta yatta....
Whew! That was a long authors note, huh? Well it's time to get to the actual story. Bye.
Deeper than Love
Chapter one
Yamcha lay in bed next to his sleeping girlfriend. Unfortunately that was all they'd ever done in the bed - sleep. He didn't understand why she continued to refuse to do the deed with him. And she wondered why he cheated on her. He looked over at her. She was dreaming about HIM, her dream lover, again. He could tell by the way she stirred.
Yamcha liked her, and she did have one hell of a body...but not good enough for him to keep getting his pride bruised for. Of course he didn't consider her pride when he cheated on her. He decided that tomorrow he would break it off. It would be for the best all the way around. 'And none too soon' he thought grimly, as she twisted and cried out HIS name. And it wasn't Yamcha's.
At least now he wouldn't feel like a heel for what he was - a hopeless ladies man. And Bulma could be left to her dreams.
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"What?!" Bulma was too stricken to even cry. She had been sun bathing when her boyfriend, Yamcha had walked up to her as casual as could be, and turned her life upside down. "You're breaking up with me? Why?"
What are you getting all misty eyed for? Jeeze, it's not like we were exclusive. And besides, we haven't even gone farther than kissing, anyway" he said bitterly.
Bulma heard the bitterness in the last phrase. "So you're breaking up with me because I wouldn't have sex with you?" she said becoming angry. Her chin length aquamarine hair was blowing with the ocean breeze.
Yamcha looked extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't tell her yes-that would be a death wish. His silence said it all.
"Fine, Yamcha, go away and leave me alone." she stepped away from him and when she heard his retreating footsteps, she finally allowed herself to cry. Not for Yamcha, she had never loved him, that was why she hadn't become his lover. She cried for the fact the she seemed unlovable. None of her romances seemed to last, and it was always the guy that broke it off.
She sat down in the sand in front of Kame house and looked out at the ocean. She wiped away her tears. Right now the ocean was calm, but the storm clouds in the distance promised violence at her real home tonight. She was glad she wouldn't be there. She dove into the water, never seeing the brief twinkle in the sky, like that of a shooting star during the day.
Someday, she promised herself, she would have someone to love and appreciate her. When that person finally arrived those other jerks could eat their hearts out. Because she would be his for life.
She hoped it would be the man in her dreams. He seemed familiar, but she could never see him clearly. All she knew was swimming definately relaxed her.
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Meanwhile, in a certain space capsule directly outside earths orbit, two Sayijn warriors, were about to burst. One from excitement for being almost home, the other about to smash in the excited ones face. "Kakarot, if you don't stop bouncing around, I will have to subdue you by any physical means necessary" Vegita said, clenching the stearing rod tightly.
"I can't help it, Vegita. I can't wait to see Chi-chi, Gohan, and the others again."
"Well stop it! We will be there soon enough" Vegita didn't understand his rival's happiness. He had never felt the need to return anywhere, and he didn't want to. Binds only restrain you.
They entered the earths atmosphere and headed straight to Kame house.
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Bulma stepped out of the water just as she heard a loud noise and the space capsule her father had built for Goku and Vegita crash landed on the opposite side of the island. She hurriedly wrapped a towel around her waist and ran out back of Kame House.
Chi-chi, Gohan, Master Roshi, Krillin, and Yamcha were already there. First out of the tiny ship was Goku, who immediately swept his wife and son into an enormous bear hug. "Pee-ew, Dad, you stink!" Gohan said holding his nose.
"Goku, don't they have baths on whatever neanderthawl planet you were on?" Chi-chi complained, glaring at her husband.
"Sorry woman, but bathing wasn't high on our list of things to do" said Vegita sarcastically, floating op from the opening and landing agiley on his feet. He obviously didn't know Chi-chi very well.
She narrowed her eyes and marched over to Vegita, standing toe to toe with him. "What did you call me?" she sked icily. She was the one person in the whole world, who was absolutely fearless of the former Sayjin prince. "Listen here bud, he is my husband and I have the right to tell him to take a bath, GOT IT?!" she said poking a finger in his chest. "And you stink too you arrogant Sayjin. I swear the breed is chronically stubborn. You" she said pointing to to Goku, "and you" Vegita, "Get in there and take a shower" she pointed to inside Kame House, "I meant NOW!"
Vegita just stood there. He was shocked to the bone, Bulma could tell. Well more power to Chi-chi. The arrogant bastard could use a lesson in humility. At first she thought Vegita wasn't going to move to follow Goku, but then he snarled and turned to march into the house.
At first no one said anything, then applause broke out. Chi-chi sniffed delicately, then sat down regally. "I'll be back, I'd better go get some clothes for them" Bulma said, giggling.
She went inside to Master Roshi's bedroom and got a couple of changes of clothes, since he always wore baggy clothes that would fit the Sayjins. She knocked softly on the first bathroom door. "Goku, I have a change of clothes for you"
"Toss 'em in" she did, "Thanks, Bulma"
"No sweat. It's the next stop I'm worried about" she muttered under her breath.
She walked to the second bathroom and decided to just quietly go in, drop off the clothes, and exit. A fussless plan.
She opened the door, and tiptoed in. She was about to tiptoe right back out when...
"Who is there?" roared a voice from the shower. The glass door slid open, and Bulma saw way more than she never wanted to see. She couldn't help but like what she saw, though. A broad muscular chest, arms and legs. A powerful corded neck. The spiked Sayjin hair that never seemed to tame, even when wet. She also noticed certain other parts of his anatomy that were... well, Bulma didn't have any expertise in that area, but from the novels she had read... well large was a good thing, right?
"What are you doing in here woman?" he asked dourly, toweling off. He seemed quite unconcerned with her presence, only mildly curious and annoyed. Bulma, however, was blushing scarlett.
"Ah, um... I was just dropping off your clothes" she said holding out the garments.
He raised his eyebrow and smirked sardonically at her, but took the clothing. "Very well, you may leave now, woman"
Bulma fled out, and leaned against the closed door. "My goodness. It's a good thing I don't like that bastard, or else I might be attracted to him." What she didn't want to admit was that she already was.
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Earthlings were so damn... strange. And as far as Vegita was concerned, they were all bakas, including Kakarot. What had been that blotchy redness that had seemed to suffuse the woman's face? Very ugly, indeed.
And that other woman, Kakarot's mate, the audacity of a lowly earth woman talking like that to HIM! The prince of all Sayjins. Granted, it was a nearly extinct race, with Kakarot and himself being the only pure ones left. Not even to his own self could he admit that the dangerous fire in her eyes had scared him a little. Now he knew why that weak Kakarot gave into her so easily. He would NEVER let ANYONE hold that kind of power over him.
Vegita inspected the clothes the woman had gotten for him. He scowled. T'was that flower colored BAD MAN shirt again. Pink, he thought disgustedly, and clenched the fabric in his hand. He walked purposely outside to where the others were. "WOMAN!" he roared.
Bulma jumped about two feet in the air. "What!?" she said, very annoyed. "You scared the shit out of me, you baka! And my name is Bulma, you Sayjin S.O.B." she took a calming breath, and said sweetly, "Now what is it you've come to complain to me about now?"
He narrowed his eyes at her dangerously. Her insolence was astounding to him. Didn't she know that he could break her baka body in half? One look at her eyes and he knew she did. But she also knew that though he could, he wouldn't. She was the only one that could fix the gravity machine.
He held out the fabric to her. "This shirt is pink" he said, angry that he couldn't break her.
"So?" she said aggravatedly. She had forgotten all about the shower incident, and was now thoroughly pissed. So what if he had the body of a god, and her cheeks were flushing just thinking about it? He was an arrogant selfserving baka... she lost her train of thought, when she noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"So?! I am a man-"
"Not a flower. I get it" His rampage served to jerk her out of whatever alternate universe she had been in where she was attracted to the Sayjin. "Here" she held out her hand boredly.
He glared at her, but his desire to not wear the offending garment outweighed his desire to yell at her more. He gave her the shirt. She walked away muttering some very unflattering things about Sayjins. "No offense, Goku"
He swallowed his mirth, not thinking Vegita would appreciate it. "No problem. Well, we're going home now, so I'll see you guys later." he ki'd up and flew off, Chi-chi berating him for flying with her, and for leaving her for three months to go train with Vegita. It seemed that she was rude and obnoxious to everybody, not just him. Gohan followed. Krillin and Yamcha looked at Vegita wearily, and Master Roshi went to his previous activity of sunning.
Bulma stalked outside again with a red button up shirt and threw it at Vegita. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to enjoy the last day of my vacation. You know, before we go home and you start wrecking the gravity machine and I have to fix it every other day."
Yamcha snorted. Both Vegita and Bulma turned to glare at him. He backed up nervously. "Hey Krillin, you wanna go to the mainland and practice?"
"Sure, bud" they powered up and flew off as well.
Bulma saw that Vegita was having trouble buttoning up the shirt. She glowered at him. The baka was too proud to ask for help from a lowly human woman. She shrieked under her breath and stomped over to him. She roughly unbuttoned the shirt and started rebuttoning it. She happened to look up into his eyes and was startled to see an unscrutable, though not unhostile expression in the charcoal depths. "I need help from no one" he said quietly. He removed her hands and seemed to shake out of the mood. He once again scowled darkly at her. "Why can we not go back to your home now?" he didn't ASK a question, it was more like he commanded an answer.
"Because this is my vacation, and I still have one more day." She sat down in a lawn chair and put on her sunglasses.
"Fine then if you want to sit here lazily. I am going to train." he said and prepared to ki up and
"And how're you going to do that when I haven't fixed the gravity machine?" she said, and smirked.
"WHY NOT!?" he roared.
"BAKA! KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!" she screamed at him.
"Then you are coming with me to fix it" he said.
"Like hell!"
He searched for something to say that would make her come with him. "Your hair is... less ugly than last time I saw you" he grudgingly admitted. It was actually quite an improvement over the poofy style she'd had.
"Uh-uh, not getting any where with lackluster compliments, pal." (narrator clears throat loudly, "I, uh, take back what I said in the beginning, you know, about Chi-chi being the only one with no fear of Vegita? Well, ah, yeah, back to the story...)
Vegita considered a moment, before getting an idea, and smirking evilly. "You are sure that you will not neatly decapsulize whatever tidy water vehicle you have and come to your home?" he asked her with evil mirth.
Sure that she had won, she declared, "Yes"
The Sayjin shrugged is shoulders and said "Fine, then I will have to take you" he scooped her up, and flew into the sky. Bulma shrieked, and he almost dropped her. She grasped his neck as hard as he could, and buried her head in his shoulder. She was deathly afraid of heights, and storms- both phobias she would experience tonight, it seemed.
As soon as she composed herself she looked up and glared at him. "Are you crazy you asshole? You freaking scared the hell out of me!"
He smirked down at her. "Such foul language" then sped up, causing her to scream again and grasp his neck tighter. Soon, but not soon enough for Bulma, they landed at her home at Capsule Corporation. She struggled out of Vegita's hold and hopped down to the ground. He was a few inches taller than she was, but he was floating, so she had to look up to glower at him. And she did so with a vengeance, before turning and heading in out of the rain that had started to fall hard. He grabbed her arm.
"Woman, go fix the gravity machine" he ordered.
"After that stunt? Not on your life" she yanked out of his hold, and started to march to the house. But at a loud clap of thunder, she shrieked and started to run. Vegita wondered what the fuss was about-it was only water. He growled and followed her into the house. She had crumbled in a chair and was quietly sobbing.
He scowled at her. It was obvious she needed to be comforted, but he'd be damned if he would offer it. He realized that he was hungry, and he didn't want to watch her cry. Something about it made him feel...odd. Almost like he regreted her tears. He ignored the feeling, and searched the refridgerator for anything to eat. Finding nothing, he turned around to look narrowly at the sobbing female.
"Woman, make me something to eat" he ordered. "And stop that infernal noise, it is giving me a headache."
He head shot up. "Excuse me mister 'I'm not afraid of anything'. Normal people have fears. You've happened to scare me with both of mine tonight, so I'm not in the mood to do your bidding, but here-" she pulled out an emergency capsule from the freezer and tossed it on the ground. "It has everything you'll need in it." The smoke cleared to reveal a mini-fridge. "Now if you will excuse me, I am very tired right now, and I will be going to bed." Vegita ignored her until she stomped up the stairs. He liked it much(and that wasn't alot) better when she was angry, than when she was crying.
He ate everything in the mini-fridge, then climbed the stairs to his room. If he couldn't train tonight, he may as well get some sleep. After three months of nonstop training with Kakarot, he was drained-not that he would ever admit that.
But as he lay in his bed, he found that he couldn't get to sleep. The woman was crying again, and at every thunder clap, she would scream and cry harder. Vegita tried to ignore her, but he couldn't. "Dammit! Will she not shut up?" he muttered. She had said that she had two fears, and he had managed to use both of them. He scowled he had to shut her up. He stood and headed for Bulma's bedroom, right next to his.
Nananananana. (raspberry) I don't have to write anymore til I want to. And until I get 10 good reviews I'm not gonna. I like this story, but most people don't seem to appreciate BV get togethers as much as I do, so.... I mean it-TEN, diaz, 10 and no less. Flames don't count, I really hate them, and so does my large (but fragile) ego. All those authors that say that flames are welcome are liars, we have the frailest pride, but so much of it in our stories. Well, until next time, good bye. And though I am mercilessly, and with no shame regret or guilt whatsoever leaving you with a cliffhanger- I love you all. Sincerely, Princess Ona. PS - No citrus in this chapter, but if I get those ten GOOD reviews, there will definately be some tartness next chapter. (Yawn) Well its ten o'clock PM Eastern time, Friday the eighteenth. That means 4 1/2 hours of nonstop typing. My eyes are actually blurring. If it isn't up immediately after the forementioned date, then that just means I've been to lazy to start up my 'puter. Late (the 'R' is missing on purpose. Dear Kami, I'v been listening to that monotonous guy on TOONAMI for WAY too long) Cripe's I forgot too mention that you will absolutely NEVER see the 'F' word on any of my works. I think the word is vulgar and should never be used to describe lovemaking. Or in any other context, I simply don't like the word. Goodness, the Authors Notes are longer than the story. I better leave you to review now.