Kristen: Hey! Welcome to the second chapter. Not much to say, so
the usual disclaimer. Bon appetite.
Aden: Good job.
Kristen: (looks up at the ceiling where Aden, who is tied up in
duck tape, hangs upside down) Trying to suck up?
Aden: Yes. So will you please LET ME THE FRELL DOWN?!!!!!
Kristen: (smirking) No. This is my lesson to you: burn my
cappuccino supply, expect to suffer. Oh well, I'm gonna go out
for more cappuccino now. Ja ne minna.
It had been two days since the burglary. Bulma was now able to
walk; though her leg slightly hurt. Thankfully the pain was not
enough to bother. As soon as she had started walking on her own
and had moved back into her room she barely saw Vegita. He had
locked himself in the training room only coming out for the
occasion meal. At least she now had the peace to finish her
project.
Bulma awoke to the sounds of birds chirping their little lungs
out. (You know, sounds like they're using megaphones. ^_-)
Today was the day that she was finally going to finish her
project. She jumped out of bed to the bathroom and took a quick
shower. After that, she threw on a light blue, short sleeve
shirt and an old pair of jeans. Slipping on her sneakers, she
headed out.
Bulma held one wire. The last wire to hook up and she'd be
finished. She inserted the wire and crawled out from under the
console.
'It's finally finished,' Bulma thought as she screwed on the
covering of the console. She stood up and stretched. And it was
at that moment when Vegita walked in.
"Woma." Vegita's eyes widened at the sight of Bulma stretching.
When she stretched her arms into the air, her little shirt
raised up showing her small, flat stomach.
"What do you want, Veggie-head?" Vegita quickly regained his
composure.
"So this is what you've been wasting your time on instead of
making my meal," Vegita said while peering at a control panel.
"Excuse me?! Three things vegetable head! One: I am not your
servant. Two: my life does not revolve around you! And three:
this is not a waste of time. I just finished building this ship
all by myself. Something that you never could do. So there!"
Bulma grinned. She couldn't believe that Vegita called this a
waste of time. Building a spaceship isn't all that easy.
Especially if you build one all by your lonesome self.
Vegita smirked. "So? Does it work? Let's see what happens if I
push these buttons." He pressed several buttons.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut, sealing them in. A whooshing
sound indicated that the door was now airtight shut. A low
humming sound began.
"What have you done?!" Bulma yelled as Vegita pushed another
button. The ship took off the ground with incredible speed. The
velocity of it caused Bulma to trip. Instead of standing up, she
sat up against a chair, hoping for the ship to decrease in its
speed.
Eventually the ship slowed down. Bulma quickly pushed herself
off the ground and shoved Vegita away from the control panel.
She slammed her fist against the panel after pressing several
buttons and reading the small computer screen.
"Damnit!" She turned to face Vegita. "You bastard! Look what
you've done!"
Vegita gave her a 'Like I really give a damn' look.
She pointed to the screen. "Where are we?"
Vegita looked at the screen and crossed his arms.
"Looks like the Anuby system."
"Anuby system? Is it anywhere near Chikyuu?" Bulma asked,
fearing the answer.
"Not even close. At the speed that the ship is going now, it'd
take about six years to make it back."
"Six years? How about." Bulma trailed off as she tapped several
buttons. "Great. Just great!"
"Nani?" Vegita uncrossed his arms. Bulma tapped at some more
buttons.
"The hyper drive is busted. We're gonna need to land in order to
fix it. Where's the nearest planet that we can land?" Vegita
looked over at the screen and pointed.
"Here. I know this planet. The natives are peaceful enough not
to bother us. So we'll land somewhere away from any towns or
cities. That way you can fix this ship without any
disturbances."
"Okay." Bulma punched in the coordinates. A thought struck her.
"How long do you think it'll take to get there?"
Vegita crossed his arms, again, and looked up at the screen
showing space. "I'd say three days at the most."
"THREE DAYS?!" Bulma screeched. Vegita winced at the sound.
"Yeah. So what's the problem?"
"What's the problem? What are we going to do about food?"
"Do you have any stored away?" Bulma thought for a moment. She
had put away some food when she knew that she was going to spend
the whole day working. Hopefully there would be enough to last
them. Without hesitation, she quickly climbed the ladder to the
top level of the ship and ran over to the mini fridge. Vegita
quickly followed. She tore open the door, only to find a loaf of
bread, some peanut butter, and couple cans of Dr. Pepper.
"We're supposed to survive on that?" Vegita cried out. This
would serve only as a small appetizer to a Saiyan with the
appetite of several men.
"Maybe if we portion it to a sandwich and a half each day, it'll
last," Bulma answered.
"Maybe," Vegita muttered, looking somewhat doubtful.
"I'm sure we'll make it. I hope," Bulma said while shutting the
door. Then proceeded to go to the lower level. Vegita followed.
These three days were definitely going to be long.
Day 1:
Bulma sat at the top level of the ship reading her book. Vegita
was at the lower level training. Again, there was a bit of
peace. Until.
"STUPID, LOUSY, SON OF A.."
*CRASH, BANG*
"What'd he do now?" Bulma sighed as she marking her place in the
book. She headed down.
"What'd you do now?" Bulma asked as she reached the last step on
the ladder.
"WATCH OUT WOMAN!"
Bulma turned her head only to see an energy ball coming towards
her. She closed her eyes.
Vegita saw the energy ball coming at Bulma. Without a single
thought, he shot another one at the first. It worked. The second
one threw the first one off course.
Bulma timidly opened one eye, only to see the blast head
straight to the ceiling. It struck, causing the whole ship to
shake. Thus throwing her off the ladder and crashing into
Vegita, who in turn tripped, falling on top of her. Bulma was
about to push him off, or at least attempt to, when the lights
went off.
"What did you think you were doing?!"
"You shouldn't have been in the way!"
"Well, you shouldn't have been shooting around in here. You
could've blown up the whole ship!"
"I know what I'm doing woman! So just shut up!"
".."
"Better. Are there any backup lights?"
".."
"Well? Aren't you going to answer me woman?"
"You told me to shut up."
"Grr. Just answer me woman!"
"Yes, there is a backup light. It should come on in any moment.
AND MY NAME IS BULMA!! NOT WOMAN!"
"Whatever. You're still weak."
"Screw you."
"So you want me then? Heh, heh."
"No I.EEK! WHAT IS THAT?!"
"WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT NOW?!"
"GET IT AWAY!"
*SLAM*
"OW! STOP IT WOMAN!"
*SLAM*
"GET AWAY!"
*SLAM*
"AHH! DAMNIT! STOP DOING THAT! GAH! OW!"
*SLAM*
The lights came back on. Bulma sat on her knees holding her
thick, hard-back book over her head, ready to strike again.
Vegita sat across from her, his back facing her. He was holding
a long, brown, furry appendage. Bulma looked over at him when it
struck her.
"Your tail! It grew back!" Vegita turned his head to glare at
her.
"Of course it did!"
"Gomen. I thought it was something else." Vegita's eyes widened.
"And exactly what would that something else be?"
"A snake. What did you think, baka?"
"Nothing." He walked over to the ladder, his tail securely
wrapped around his waist. He looked at her before ascending.
"You are a very strange female."
There was no chance for Bulma to question. He vanished to the
top.
Day 2:
Bulma sat at one of the room, eyeing the Saiyan Prince who sat
on the opposite end. Likewise, Vegita sat staring at the blue
haired Goddess. In-between them was one peanut butter sandwich
in a plastic wrapping.
"I can't believe you ate all the sandwiches yesterday," Bulma
snapped.
"I did no such thing. As I recall, you ate one also." Bulma
glared at him.
"Excuse, but there was enough for nine sandwiches. You had seven
whereas I've only had one. So I should be the one to get this
sandwich." Bulma got up and ran to grab the sandwich. Vegeta
also stood up. He stalked over to where she was and grabbed her
wrist.
"I think not. I'm a Saiyan, so I need the energy." He made a
grab for the sandwich. Bulma did also. Thus a tug-of-war for the
food began.
"How about we just split this," Bulma said.
"Not a chance."
That does it. Vegita brought this upon himself. Bulma decided
she'd try this. She released her hold on the sandwich. Vegita
smirked, thinking a quick defeat.
'So she finally realized that she can't beat me no matter what,'
Vegeta smirked in triumph. That was when she did something
totally unexpected. She reached over and pinched his tail. He
yelped and jumped, dropping the sandwich in the process. Bulma
quickly caught it and made a fast getaway to the closet on the
top level.
Vegita watched her escape. He couldn't believe the nerve of that
little vixen. Nobody had ever done that to him before. Those who
did had a tendency of dying a painful death. His tail unwound
from his waist and began swaying to and fro. A grin played
across his face.
'That's the way she wants to play then? So be it.'
The next day:
Bulma awoke to the soft hum of the ship. She rolled off the bed
and stretched. A smile was on her face. Today they were supposed
to be landing. Maybe then they could get some more food and
hopefully she could get a change of clothes.
'Strange,' she thought, eyeing the room. It was quiet. Too
quiet. Normally she'd wake up to the sound of Vegita training or
griping about some trivial thing. But the only sound filling the
silence was the soft hum.
'Maybe he's sleeping,' Bulma thought. He probably decided to
sleep downstairs. It was time for his wakeup call.
Silently she crept down the ladder with a bucket in hand. Hoping
that Vegita would be sound asleep. She looked over only to see
him sitting in a chair. Arms crossed and head bowed, his eyes
closed. She reached the floor and placed the bucket behind her
back.
"Vegita," she softly called. No response. Good, he was asleep.
She slowly walked towards him as quietly as she could possibly
be. She raised the bucket over her head as she approached the
sleeping prince. Just as she was about to dump the contents on
his head something grabbed her leg and pulled, causing her to
loose her balance. Thus a bucket full of water fell on her head,
drenching her. She dropped the bucket and looked at her leg,
only to see a brown tail wrapped around her left leg. Vegita was
now very much awake. He sat in his seat, laughing so hard that
he was clutching his sides.
"Oh my! You should see the look on your face! You look like a
drowned rat," Vegita laughed. Which resulted in Bulma hitting
him over the head with the bucket. She pulled her leg, releasing
her from the tail, put her hands on her hips, and gave a glare
that could easily match his own.
"Great! Look what you did!"
"You were going to do the same thing to me!"
"So?" she flustered. "Now I'm wet. Thanks a lot!"
And with that she stomped to the top level to dry off.
Bulma stormed the bathroom. She had managed to find a white
shirt. Now she was drying herself off with a towel.
'I can't believe my trick backfired. Damn that Vegita,' she
thought angrily as she shrugged into her shirt.
Outside the bathroom door stood Vegita. He leaned against the
wall, peering into the room, chuckling softly as he heard Bulma
curse under her breath.
'Serves her right.' He looked into the room again, a slight
blush across his cheeks as he saw Bulma in her bra. 'Maybe she's
not as bad as I thought. This could be interesting,' He thought
and left.
Bulma exited the bathroom, tossing the towel behind her. She
looked around the room. Something was off. Then it struck her.
Vegita was lying on the bed. All during the trip, that was the
one thing he had never done. Sleep on the bed. He mostly kept to
the lower level. She strolled over him and tapped him on the
chest.
"Vegita." He ignored her. She tapped harder. "Vegi.Whoa!"
Bulma stared up into onyx black eyes. Taking a moment, it came
to her that she was pinned under the Prince. He still held her
left hand and his other arm was supporting him as he leaned over
her. His face inches away from her.
"Vegita," she breathed. She could feel his breath against her.
"What are you doing?"
"You don't like this?" he whispered, his lips hovering above
hers. "Just tell me to stop."
"Vegita, I." Bulma's eyes widened.
"Yes?" His lips a few centimeters and closing.
"I."
To be continued.
Kristen: Hey! Hopefully this chapter turned out to be better. I
decided I'd try the whole cliffhanger thing. Aren't I cruel?
Aden: No. Just insane.
Kristen: (glares at Aden) Anywho, I love reviews. Ja ne.
the usual disclaimer. Bon appetite.
Aden: Good job.
Kristen: (looks up at the ceiling where Aden, who is tied up in
duck tape, hangs upside down) Trying to suck up?
Aden: Yes. So will you please LET ME THE FRELL DOWN?!!!!!
Kristen: (smirking) No. This is my lesson to you: burn my
cappuccino supply, expect to suffer. Oh well, I'm gonna go out
for more cappuccino now. Ja ne minna.
It had been two days since the burglary. Bulma was now able to
walk; though her leg slightly hurt. Thankfully the pain was not
enough to bother. As soon as she had started walking on her own
and had moved back into her room she barely saw Vegita. He had
locked himself in the training room only coming out for the
occasion meal. At least she now had the peace to finish her
project.
Bulma awoke to the sounds of birds chirping their little lungs
out. (You know, sounds like they're using megaphones. ^_-)
Today was the day that she was finally going to finish her
project. She jumped out of bed to the bathroom and took a quick
shower. After that, she threw on a light blue, short sleeve
shirt and an old pair of jeans. Slipping on her sneakers, she
headed out.
Bulma held one wire. The last wire to hook up and she'd be
finished. She inserted the wire and crawled out from under the
console.
'It's finally finished,' Bulma thought as she screwed on the
covering of the console. She stood up and stretched. And it was
at that moment when Vegita walked in.
"Woma." Vegita's eyes widened at the sight of Bulma stretching.
When she stretched her arms into the air, her little shirt
raised up showing her small, flat stomach.
"What do you want, Veggie-head?" Vegita quickly regained his
composure.
"So this is what you've been wasting your time on instead of
making my meal," Vegita said while peering at a control panel.
"Excuse me?! Three things vegetable head! One: I am not your
servant. Two: my life does not revolve around you! And three:
this is not a waste of time. I just finished building this ship
all by myself. Something that you never could do. So there!"
Bulma grinned. She couldn't believe that Vegita called this a
waste of time. Building a spaceship isn't all that easy.
Especially if you build one all by your lonesome self.
Vegita smirked. "So? Does it work? Let's see what happens if I
push these buttons." He pressed several buttons.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut, sealing them in. A whooshing
sound indicated that the door was now airtight shut. A low
humming sound began.
"What have you done?!" Bulma yelled as Vegita pushed another
button. The ship took off the ground with incredible speed. The
velocity of it caused Bulma to trip. Instead of standing up, she
sat up against a chair, hoping for the ship to decrease in its
speed.
Eventually the ship slowed down. Bulma quickly pushed herself
off the ground and shoved Vegita away from the control panel.
She slammed her fist against the panel after pressing several
buttons and reading the small computer screen.
"Damnit!" She turned to face Vegita. "You bastard! Look what
you've done!"
Vegita gave her a 'Like I really give a damn' look.
She pointed to the screen. "Where are we?"
Vegita looked at the screen and crossed his arms.
"Looks like the Anuby system."
"Anuby system? Is it anywhere near Chikyuu?" Bulma asked,
fearing the answer.
"Not even close. At the speed that the ship is going now, it'd
take about six years to make it back."
"Six years? How about." Bulma trailed off as she tapped several
buttons. "Great. Just great!"
"Nani?" Vegita uncrossed his arms. Bulma tapped at some more
buttons.
"The hyper drive is busted. We're gonna need to land in order to
fix it. Where's the nearest planet that we can land?" Vegita
looked over at the screen and pointed.
"Here. I know this planet. The natives are peaceful enough not
to bother us. So we'll land somewhere away from any towns or
cities. That way you can fix this ship without any
disturbances."
"Okay." Bulma punched in the coordinates. A thought struck her.
"How long do you think it'll take to get there?"
Vegita crossed his arms, again, and looked up at the screen
showing space. "I'd say three days at the most."
"THREE DAYS?!" Bulma screeched. Vegita winced at the sound.
"Yeah. So what's the problem?"
"What's the problem? What are we going to do about food?"
"Do you have any stored away?" Bulma thought for a moment. She
had put away some food when she knew that she was going to spend
the whole day working. Hopefully there would be enough to last
them. Without hesitation, she quickly climbed the ladder to the
top level of the ship and ran over to the mini fridge. Vegita
quickly followed. She tore open the door, only to find a loaf of
bread, some peanut butter, and couple cans of Dr. Pepper.
"We're supposed to survive on that?" Vegita cried out. This
would serve only as a small appetizer to a Saiyan with the
appetite of several men.
"Maybe if we portion it to a sandwich and a half each day, it'll
last," Bulma answered.
"Maybe," Vegita muttered, looking somewhat doubtful.
"I'm sure we'll make it. I hope," Bulma said while shutting the
door. Then proceeded to go to the lower level. Vegita followed.
These three days were definitely going to be long.
Day 1:
Bulma sat at the top level of the ship reading her book. Vegita
was at the lower level training. Again, there was a bit of
peace. Until.
"STUPID, LOUSY, SON OF A.."
*CRASH, BANG*
"What'd he do now?" Bulma sighed as she marking her place in the
book. She headed down.
"What'd you do now?" Bulma asked as she reached the last step on
the ladder.
"WATCH OUT WOMAN!"
Bulma turned her head only to see an energy ball coming towards
her. She closed her eyes.
Vegita saw the energy ball coming at Bulma. Without a single
thought, he shot another one at the first. It worked. The second
one threw the first one off course.
Bulma timidly opened one eye, only to see the blast head
straight to the ceiling. It struck, causing the whole ship to
shake. Thus throwing her off the ladder and crashing into
Vegita, who in turn tripped, falling on top of her. Bulma was
about to push him off, or at least attempt to, when the lights
went off.
"What did you think you were doing?!"
"You shouldn't have been in the way!"
"Well, you shouldn't have been shooting around in here. You
could've blown up the whole ship!"
"I know what I'm doing woman! So just shut up!"
".."
"Better. Are there any backup lights?"
".."
"Well? Aren't you going to answer me woman?"
"You told me to shut up."
"Grr. Just answer me woman!"
"Yes, there is a backup light. It should come on in any moment.
AND MY NAME IS BULMA!! NOT WOMAN!"
"Whatever. You're still weak."
"Screw you."
"So you want me then? Heh, heh."
"No I.EEK! WHAT IS THAT?!"
"WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT NOW?!"
"GET IT AWAY!"
*SLAM*
"OW! STOP IT WOMAN!"
*SLAM*
"GET AWAY!"
*SLAM*
"AHH! DAMNIT! STOP DOING THAT! GAH! OW!"
*SLAM*
The lights came back on. Bulma sat on her knees holding her
thick, hard-back book over her head, ready to strike again.
Vegita sat across from her, his back facing her. He was holding
a long, brown, furry appendage. Bulma looked over at him when it
struck her.
"Your tail! It grew back!" Vegita turned his head to glare at
her.
"Of course it did!"
"Gomen. I thought it was something else." Vegita's eyes widened.
"And exactly what would that something else be?"
"A snake. What did you think, baka?"
"Nothing." He walked over to the ladder, his tail securely
wrapped around his waist. He looked at her before ascending.
"You are a very strange female."
There was no chance for Bulma to question. He vanished to the
top.
Day 2:
Bulma sat at one of the room, eyeing the Saiyan Prince who sat
on the opposite end. Likewise, Vegita sat staring at the blue
haired Goddess. In-between them was one peanut butter sandwich
in a plastic wrapping.
"I can't believe you ate all the sandwiches yesterday," Bulma
snapped.
"I did no such thing. As I recall, you ate one also." Bulma
glared at him.
"Excuse, but there was enough for nine sandwiches. You had seven
whereas I've only had one. So I should be the one to get this
sandwich." Bulma got up and ran to grab the sandwich. Vegeta
also stood up. He stalked over to where she was and grabbed her
wrist.
"I think not. I'm a Saiyan, so I need the energy." He made a
grab for the sandwich. Bulma did also. Thus a tug-of-war for the
food began.
"How about we just split this," Bulma said.
"Not a chance."
That does it. Vegita brought this upon himself. Bulma decided
she'd try this. She released her hold on the sandwich. Vegita
smirked, thinking a quick defeat.
'So she finally realized that she can't beat me no matter what,'
Vegeta smirked in triumph. That was when she did something
totally unexpected. She reached over and pinched his tail. He
yelped and jumped, dropping the sandwich in the process. Bulma
quickly caught it and made a fast getaway to the closet on the
top level.
Vegita watched her escape. He couldn't believe the nerve of that
little vixen. Nobody had ever done that to him before. Those who
did had a tendency of dying a painful death. His tail unwound
from his waist and began swaying to and fro. A grin played
across his face.
'That's the way she wants to play then? So be it.'
The next day:
Bulma awoke to the soft hum of the ship. She rolled off the bed
and stretched. A smile was on her face. Today they were supposed
to be landing. Maybe then they could get some more food and
hopefully she could get a change of clothes.
'Strange,' she thought, eyeing the room. It was quiet. Too
quiet. Normally she'd wake up to the sound of Vegita training or
griping about some trivial thing. But the only sound filling the
silence was the soft hum.
'Maybe he's sleeping,' Bulma thought. He probably decided to
sleep downstairs. It was time for his wakeup call.
Silently she crept down the ladder with a bucket in hand. Hoping
that Vegita would be sound asleep. She looked over only to see
him sitting in a chair. Arms crossed and head bowed, his eyes
closed. She reached the floor and placed the bucket behind her
back.
"Vegita," she softly called. No response. Good, he was asleep.
She slowly walked towards him as quietly as she could possibly
be. She raised the bucket over her head as she approached the
sleeping prince. Just as she was about to dump the contents on
his head something grabbed her leg and pulled, causing her to
loose her balance. Thus a bucket full of water fell on her head,
drenching her. She dropped the bucket and looked at her leg,
only to see a brown tail wrapped around her left leg. Vegita was
now very much awake. He sat in his seat, laughing so hard that
he was clutching his sides.
"Oh my! You should see the look on your face! You look like a
drowned rat," Vegita laughed. Which resulted in Bulma hitting
him over the head with the bucket. She pulled her leg, releasing
her from the tail, put her hands on her hips, and gave a glare
that could easily match his own.
"Great! Look what you did!"
"You were going to do the same thing to me!"
"So?" she flustered. "Now I'm wet. Thanks a lot!"
And with that she stomped to the top level to dry off.
Bulma stormed the bathroom. She had managed to find a white
shirt. Now she was drying herself off with a towel.
'I can't believe my trick backfired. Damn that Vegita,' she
thought angrily as she shrugged into her shirt.
Outside the bathroom door stood Vegita. He leaned against the
wall, peering into the room, chuckling softly as he heard Bulma
curse under her breath.
'Serves her right.' He looked into the room again, a slight
blush across his cheeks as he saw Bulma in her bra. 'Maybe she's
not as bad as I thought. This could be interesting,' He thought
and left.
Bulma exited the bathroom, tossing the towel behind her. She
looked around the room. Something was off. Then it struck her.
Vegita was lying on the bed. All during the trip, that was the
one thing he had never done. Sleep on the bed. He mostly kept to
the lower level. She strolled over him and tapped him on the
chest.
"Vegita." He ignored her. She tapped harder. "Vegi.Whoa!"
Bulma stared up into onyx black eyes. Taking a moment, it came
to her that she was pinned under the Prince. He still held her
left hand and his other arm was supporting him as he leaned over
her. His face inches away from her.
"Vegita," she breathed. She could feel his breath against her.
"What are you doing?"
"You don't like this?" he whispered, his lips hovering above
hers. "Just tell me to stop."
"Vegita, I." Bulma's eyes widened.
"Yes?" His lips a few centimeters and closing.
"I."
To be continued.
Kristen: Hey! Hopefully this chapter turned out to be better. I
decided I'd try the whole cliffhanger thing. Aren't I cruel?
Aden: No. Just insane.
Kristen: (glares at Aden) Anywho, I love reviews. Ja ne.
