Last time on Dragonbaaaaaall Z: Frieza and his father, King Cold, have been destroyed by a strange young man from the future. Goku returned from space and was informed by the newcomer that in three years androids would be let loose to reak havoc on Earth. So the Z fighters return to their homes to begin their three years of training.
Bulma awoke with a start. A loud slam of a door came from the kitchen. "Vegeta must be getting his midnight snack." She moaned and fell back on her pillow and tried to go back to sleep. But the noise continued as Vegeta prepared his snack (a snack to Vegeta is a full course meal for eight people). Bulma looked at her alarm clock. It glowed with the numbers 2:35. This same thing had been happening every night since Vegeta first came to earth. "Where did he get the idea that he could live here? All I did was offer him a shower, and now it's like he owns the place. I have to get him to stop this." Bulma slowly lifted her exhausted body out of the linen sheets of her warm bed. As she made her way down the stairs, the clamor grew louder. She turned the corner into the kitchen only to be met with horror. It was a mess! The sink was full of dirty dishes (which was miracle that he bothered to carry them over there), the floor was covered with bits of food, and the refridgerator door was hanging open and was now empty. Bulma stood in the doorway with her mouth hanging open. She looked in disbelief at Vegeta who was still piling food into his mouth.
"VEGETA!!!" was all she could say. She was at a loss for words. All she could do was stand there and look back and forth from Vegeta to the huge mess.
"What do you want woman? Well?! Is there something wrong with your tongue?" He stared at her, angry that she had disturbed him.
She saw a butcher's knife on the counter, the thought was so tempting. But murder was below her character. Besides, death seemed like too easy a punishment for the conceded, disgusting, arrogant Saiyan. She was exhausted and didn't feel like fighting, so she turned around and slowly began to climb the stairs to her room.
"That mess had better be cleaned up by the time I wake up in the morning," she said over her shoulder.
Vegeta thought to himself as he resumed eating. "She really thinks I am going to clean this up. The Prince of all Saiyans does not do manual labor." He laughed out loud to himself. "She is the strangest woman I have ever met. Too bad she didn't get really pissed just now. It's a nice night for a fight."
Vegeta finished gorging himself and walked upstairs to the room he had claimed for himself. It was at the end of the hall, two doors down from Bulma's room. As he passed her room he noticed the door was cracked. Without breaking his pace he glanced through the opening. What he saw shocked him, he had to stop and come back for another look. The light through the crack in the door spread across Bulma's face with a heavenly glow. Vegeta could have sworn it was an angel lying in the bed. She looked so innocent and peaceful as she gently slept, Vegeta couldn't take his eyes off her. He felt himself opening the door and begin to enter, but he stopped abruptly. He grabbed his head and shook it hard.
"What am I thinking? Why did I feel the urge to come in here?"
He cursed himself all the way down the hall.
"I must be worn out from today's training, I'm just tired."
Once he convinced himself that what he saw was not real, he got in bed and went to sleep. But he couldn't stop thinking about the way Bulma looked lying in her bed.
That night, Vegeta dreamed of fighting Kakarrot and finally going supersaiyan. But just as he was about to defeat Kakarrot, an angel in bright white robes appeared. Suddenly everything went dark and everyone disappeared except for the angel and Vegeta.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Vegeta questioned the angelic figure.
It said nothing. Vegeta began to get angry and tried to attack the angel. Just then a brilliant light shot out from the creature and Vegeta covered his eyes. When he was able to open them again he found the angel standing right in front of him. They stood there staring at each other, neither saying a word. Then Vegeta noticed something that struck fear into his soul......the angel didn't have a face.
*Pretty corny huh? I was trying to make it creepy. If you're interested, please go on to the other chapters. It should get better.*
Bulma awoke with a start. A loud slam of a door came from the kitchen. "Vegeta must be getting his midnight snack." She moaned and fell back on her pillow and tried to go back to sleep. But the noise continued as Vegeta prepared his snack (a snack to Vegeta is a full course meal for eight people). Bulma looked at her alarm clock. It glowed with the numbers 2:35. This same thing had been happening every night since Vegeta first came to earth. "Where did he get the idea that he could live here? All I did was offer him a shower, and now it's like he owns the place. I have to get him to stop this." Bulma slowly lifted her exhausted body out of the linen sheets of her warm bed. As she made her way down the stairs, the clamor grew louder. She turned the corner into the kitchen only to be met with horror. It was a mess! The sink was full of dirty dishes (which was miracle that he bothered to carry them over there), the floor was covered with bits of food, and the refridgerator door was hanging open and was now empty. Bulma stood in the doorway with her mouth hanging open. She looked in disbelief at Vegeta who was still piling food into his mouth.
"VEGETA!!!" was all she could say. She was at a loss for words. All she could do was stand there and look back and forth from Vegeta to the huge mess.
"What do you want woman? Well?! Is there something wrong with your tongue?" He stared at her, angry that she had disturbed him.
She saw a butcher's knife on the counter, the thought was so tempting. But murder was below her character. Besides, death seemed like too easy a punishment for the conceded, disgusting, arrogant Saiyan. She was exhausted and didn't feel like fighting, so she turned around and slowly began to climb the stairs to her room.
"That mess had better be cleaned up by the time I wake up in the morning," she said over her shoulder.
Vegeta thought to himself as he resumed eating. "She really thinks I am going to clean this up. The Prince of all Saiyans does not do manual labor." He laughed out loud to himself. "She is the strangest woman I have ever met. Too bad she didn't get really pissed just now. It's a nice night for a fight."
Vegeta finished gorging himself and walked upstairs to the room he had claimed for himself. It was at the end of the hall, two doors down from Bulma's room. As he passed her room he noticed the door was cracked. Without breaking his pace he glanced through the opening. What he saw shocked him, he had to stop and come back for another look. The light through the crack in the door spread across Bulma's face with a heavenly glow. Vegeta could have sworn it was an angel lying in the bed. She looked so innocent and peaceful as she gently slept, Vegeta couldn't take his eyes off her. He felt himself opening the door and begin to enter, but he stopped abruptly. He grabbed his head and shook it hard.
"What am I thinking? Why did I feel the urge to come in here?"
He cursed himself all the way down the hall.
"I must be worn out from today's training, I'm just tired."
Once he convinced himself that what he saw was not real, he got in bed and went to sleep. But he couldn't stop thinking about the way Bulma looked lying in her bed.
That night, Vegeta dreamed of fighting Kakarrot and finally going supersaiyan. But just as he was about to defeat Kakarrot, an angel in bright white robes appeared. Suddenly everything went dark and everyone disappeared except for the angel and Vegeta.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Vegeta questioned the angelic figure.
It said nothing. Vegeta began to get angry and tried to attack the angel. Just then a brilliant light shot out from the creature and Vegeta covered his eyes. When he was able to open them again he found the angel standing right in front of him. They stood there staring at each other, neither saying a word. Then Vegeta noticed something that struck fear into his soul......the angel didn't have a face.
*Pretty corny huh? I was trying to make it creepy. If you're interested, please go on to the other chapters. It should get better.*
