Chapter 2- Angie
Soon Vegita saw they were coming to a house. There weren't many other houses around, so there were less people to deal with.
"That's Angie's house," said Pan. She landed in front of the door and knocked. In a moment a young woman opened the door.
"Pan! What brings you here?" Then Angie noticed Vegita. "Oh, how cute!" she said.
"Would you like to keep him? His name's Vegita. I found him, but my parents won't let me keep him. He's healthy and has all his shots," said Pan, knowing that if Angie took Vegita to get shots then he_would_kill her when he regained his true form.
"Oh really? Thank you," said Angie taking Vegita out of Pan's arms. "Do you want to stay for awhile?" she asked Pan.
"Sure," said Pan, stepping into the house.
Angie put Vegita on the couch next to Pan. "I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?" she asked.
"No, I'm fine," said Pan. Angie walked into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of hearing, Pan said, "I'll visit if something big happens, so that I can keep you filled in."
Vegita did not do anything, so she took it to mean that he agreed.
"I'm really sorry about all this. Think you could forgive me?" asked Pan.
Vegita put his ears back and hissed. There was no way in heaven or hell that he'd forgive her for this.
"Okay, that's a no. Guess I don't blame you," muttered Pan.
"Pan, were you talking to someone?" asked Angie, walking in.
"Um, no," said Pan awkwardly. She noticed a bowl in Angie's hand. "What's that?" she asked.
"Milk. I thought Vegita might be thirsty," replied Angie. She set the milk on the table.
"Ah, maybe," said Pan. Vegita twitched his ears, annoyed. Pan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Vegita narrowed his eyes and drank the milk. He wanted nothing more that to kill Pan.
"Well, I must be going," said Pan.
"Alright. See you later!" said Angie. Pan left.
Angie patted Vegita's head. "Such a sweet kitty," she said, and went into the kitchen to make dinner.
Vegita sighed inwardly. This was going to be a looooong year.
To be Continued....
Vegita: What is the meaning of turning me into a cat??
Lina: You'll see...
Vegita: Grrr.... *starts making a ki blast*
Lina: Eep! I-I'll make it up to you I swear!
Soon Vegita saw they were coming to a house. There weren't many other houses around, so there were less people to deal with.
"That's Angie's house," said Pan. She landed in front of the door and knocked. In a moment a young woman opened the door.
"Pan! What brings you here?" Then Angie noticed Vegita. "Oh, how cute!" she said.
"Would you like to keep him? His name's Vegita. I found him, but my parents won't let me keep him. He's healthy and has all his shots," said Pan, knowing that if Angie took Vegita to get shots then he_would_kill her when he regained his true form.
"Oh really? Thank you," said Angie taking Vegita out of Pan's arms. "Do you want to stay for awhile?" she asked Pan.
"Sure," said Pan, stepping into the house.
Angie put Vegita on the couch next to Pan. "I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?" she asked.
"No, I'm fine," said Pan. Angie walked into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of hearing, Pan said, "I'll visit if something big happens, so that I can keep you filled in."
Vegita did not do anything, so she took it to mean that he agreed.
"I'm really sorry about all this. Think you could forgive me?" asked Pan.
Vegita put his ears back and hissed. There was no way in heaven or hell that he'd forgive her for this.
"Okay, that's a no. Guess I don't blame you," muttered Pan.
"Pan, were you talking to someone?" asked Angie, walking in.
"Um, no," said Pan awkwardly. She noticed a bowl in Angie's hand. "What's that?" she asked.
"Milk. I thought Vegita might be thirsty," replied Angie. She set the milk on the table.
"Ah, maybe," said Pan. Vegita twitched his ears, annoyed. Pan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Vegita narrowed his eyes and drank the milk. He wanted nothing more that to kill Pan.
"Well, I must be going," said Pan.
"Alright. See you later!" said Angie. Pan left.
Angie patted Vegita's head. "Such a sweet kitty," she said, and went into the kitchen to make dinner.
Vegita sighed inwardly. This was going to be a looooong year.
To be Continued....
Vegita: What is the meaning of turning me into a cat??
Lina: You'll see...
Vegita: Grrr.... *starts making a ki blast*
Lina: Eep! I-I'll make it up to you I swear!