Title: Deciding
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Like I said 'I do not own Dragon Ball Z.' Silly FUNimation owns Dragon Ball Z, not me.
Author's notes: Thank you for the people who reviewed the first chapter. Here is another chapter. Hope you like it.
Bulma couldn't handle looking into Vegeta's eyes with out saying or shouting something to Vegeta. She felt awkward.
"What Vegeta?" She said still looking at Vegeta.
He didn't say anything. But he did reply with a soft kiss on Bulma's lips. He pulled away after a few seconds once he figured out what he had done. He left the house and went back to the gravity chamber.
V-Vegeta? Bulma thought with a lost look a on her
face. She walked to the couch in the
living room. She turned on the t.v. and
flipped through the channels. What
was that for? Something must be wrong
with him. Urgh. Bulma rubbed her forehead. I still don't know how I'm gonna break up
with Yamcha. This is tougher than what
I thought it would be. I need a shower.
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What was I thinking?! Kissing a stupid weak human. How preposterous. What had gotten
into me? Kissing her, a silly weak
stupid beautiful human. Beautiful?! Her? A stupid human? Something must be wrong with me. He told himself as he was training. He put the gravity on 250x earth's gravity. I must be an idiot. Well, not much as Kakkrot. Kakkrot……… He said
again. He then put a smirk on his face. I still need to be stronger than him. If he, a third class saiyan worrier could be come a super saiyan, then so can
the prince of all saiyans. I will
become stronger than Kakkrot.
~*~*~
Bulma hurried downstairs after taking her shower. She heard the doorbell rang. She grabbed her money and opened the front door. The pizza deliveryman was there with nine pizzas. Bulma walked into the kitchen and put the pizzas on the kitchen table. She went back to the front door. Handed 135 dollars plus a ten-dollar tip. He said thanks and left.
Bulma went around the house to the gravity chamber. She knocked on the door.
"Vegeta?"
"What woman?" Vegeta yelled back.
"Dinner is on the kitchen table." Bulma said and left.
Vegeta turned off the gravity. He walked out of the chamber and into the house. He saw Bulma sitting on the couch eating. He paused watching her. Then he went into the kitchen.
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Puar sat near the coffee table eating at Master Roshie's home. Oolong and Roshie was eating and watching t.v.
Hmm………I wonder what Yamcha is planning to do tomorrow. Puar thought. Why won't he tell me? I
know it's not nice to know other people's business, but I want to know. I'm curious. I'll follow him to see if he really does have something
planned. Maybe he is going to get a
surprise for Bulma. I better not blow
my cover tomorrow night. I wonder if
Oolong can come with me, he usually has nothing to do anyway. Hmm………I wonder………
"Yo Puar," Oolong said. Puar looked at him. "Are you going to eat that? I'm still hungry." Oolong pointed to Puar's sandwich.
"Yes."
"Oh. Then why didn't you take a bit out of it yet?"
"I'm thinking. Do you have anything planned tomorrow night?"
"Why?"
"If I give you my sandwich, will you come with me tomorrow night?"
"I guess……"
"So, are you going to come with me? Promise?"
"Umm….yes, I'll go. I promise."
"You can take my sandwich now."
Oolong took Puar's sandwich of her plate. Oolong stared to take a bite out of the sandwich. He looked at Oolong.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Follow Yamcha around. Like stalking him. But I wouldn't use the word stalk. He's up to something and I want to know. That's why I want you to come."
"WHAT?!" Oolong shouted. He dropped his sandwich on his plate.
Master Roshie looked at both of them, listening to their conversation. Oolong stared at Puar.
"You, want me, to go with you, and stalk Yamcha?!"
"Uh-huh. But not really stalk Yamcha. We are just going to see where he is going. Nothing big."
"What if we get caught?" Puar just stared at him.
"Umm…….I haven't figured that out yet."
"Great. Just great."
Yamcha was always a sly tricky person. Told lies and got away with it most of the time. Good lire. Roshie told himself and barely nodded to agree with himself. I wonder what Puar is thinking. She must really want to know where Yamcha is going. I wonder why.
Author's notes: I was thinking of ending this chapter when Oolong shouted 'what'. You can give me some ideas. Also, please review. Thanks!!
