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A/N: I hope you just loved that last cliff hanger. I know I did! Hehe. Welps, now that I don't have to pee in a pail, I'm happy. Vegeta was getting mean! But now what is our dear fellow going to do to poor idiotic Yamcha! Let's see! Onward, dasher!
No, wait, stop. I have a few things to…say. I am k.o.ed that I have 131 reviews, Sara needs to cut back on the Lucky Charms, and a few other things. Down at the end, though.
Chapter Twelve
"Yamcha, you are going to be begging for mercy as I throw your limbs to the ends of the world." Yamcha laughed cockily as he crossed his arms.
"Am I? Well, so that bitch can beat me up. I can knock her out in one shot. Strength isn't everything." Vegeta swam over to the shallow end of the lake and set Bulma down so she wouldn't sink but far enough in the water so Yamcha couldn't see her. She moaned and twitched, but was still out cold.
"Your right, strength isn't everything. But it is a lot, so come down here and fight like a man, unless you want me to come up there after you." Yamcha slowly hovered down.
"You wanna fight me now, tough boy?" Yamcha wrinkled his face and pulled out a machine gun. Vegeta raised an eyebrow before laughing.
"Your kidding, right? Ah, you should be comedian or something, that's hilarious." Yamcha scowled and pointed it at Vegeta.
"I will shoot. I swear I will."
"Go ahead." BOOM! Vegeta laughed as he dodged the bullets easily. All of a sudden, he heard Bulma scream in pain. He whipped around to see her blue ki flaring around her, and she was crying. Her leg was bloodied and limp, with holes in some places. When Vegeta had dodged the bullets, they hit Bulma's leg instead. She was crying heavily and a few minutes later she passed out again from the pain. Vegeta growled and flew towards her but stopped when Yamcha laughed hysterically and pointed the gun at Bulma.
"If you shoot her again I will rip out your bladder and make you drink it." Yamcha sniggered.
"Such descriptive threats there, Prince Vegeta."
"Yes, it's Prince to you and I will carry out my descriptive threats. Now don't make me hurt you, no, wait, put down the gun and I'll still hurt you." He flew slowly towards Yamcha but stopped when he put a few pounds on the five pound trigger.
"You better watch it if you don't want your little mate to be blown to oblivion."
"One thing, she isn't my mate," ~ Yet. ~ "and even if you did shoot her again she's a little stronger then you suspect." Yamcha put on hand on his waist.
"Really now. Let's just see." And Yamcha shot a bullet at Bulma. Right before impact Bulma simply rolled over and it blew a hole in the ground next to her. She sat up weakly.
"Sorry you baka. I'm not that easy to take out." She winced as she tried to stand, but fell back down in a heap.
"Don't stand up, woman. You'll hurt yourself even more." Bulma narrowed her eyes but sat back down. Yamcha laughed.
"Your pathetic."
"Look who's talking, you stupid moron. You can't even hit me when I'm hurt. That is pathetic. You better go home before Vegeta kicks your ass to kingdom come." Inwardly, Vegeta smirked at her confidence in him. Outwardly, he smirked because that was exactly what he was going to do.
"Say good bye, you pathetic excuse for a saiyan. See you in hell." Bulma was a little disturbed by that last comment but laughed on the look on Yamcha's face.
"You wouldn't…you wouldn't kill me. I'm your father's royal guard!!!" Vegeta smirked and shrugged.
"Then I guess he'll just have to get a new guard." And he shot a blue ki blast from his hands. It hit Yamcha in the chest and he flew back. A long ways. Let's just say you can see that little star and hear that little ping when bad guys fly away like that.
Vegeta flew down to Bulma. She was just laying there, trying not to move or cause any pain to her already injured foot. He flew over to her clothes and picked them up and brought them to her.
"Thanks," she managed, wincing because of the pain. "Now go away while I get dressed." Vegeta smirked and crossed his arms.
"What's the point of that? I already saw you." She flushed then crossed her arms in the water.
"Just go!" Vegeta shrugged and flew into the woods. "And don't you look or I'll kill you!" Vegeta chuckled and shook his head.
"Why not? Like you would be able to kill me anyways."
"Shut up! Just…don't, ok?"
"What ever." He heard Bulma yelp a few times while she got on her pajama bottoms.
"Good god, woman! Hurry up!"
"Ok, I'm done." Vegeta walked over to her.
"Finally, now let's go." She tried to fly, but it didn't really work.
"Kami, I am NOT doing that again." She had attempted to fly and landed in a heap. Vegeta scooped her up against her complaining, and flew off.
"Do we always have to do it this way?" She whined. "And slow down, that wind is freezing." Vegeta sped up. She grumbled and curled into a strange little ball so as not to hurt her leg but to warm up.
"Why did you do that?" Bulma asked after a few minutes of silence. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Do what?" Bulma looked away and started to play with her hair.
"You know, freak me out like that earlier." Now Vegeta looked away.
"Just because, I don't know. Did I really scare you that much?" Bulma snorted.
"You couldn't tell?" Vegeta chuckled and Bulma hit him on the chest.
"I assume you found that amusing."
"Actually, I did. I haven't made someone cower like that in a long time."
"Well you know what? I didn't find that funny. You scared the hell outa me, you know that?" Vegeta shrugged.
"Not many people do. I did." Bulma narrowed her eyes.
"Don't do that again."
"What ever."
Vegeta flew purposely slow just to watch Bulma fall asleep, which didn't take very long. A few minutes after being in the air, her breathing became heavy. ~ She looks so comfortable. I've forgotten what it's like to be comfortable. I don't understand this. She can fall asleep so easy in my arms and look so content but I kill and hurt so many people. How can she be comfortable with me? The only other person who is comfortable with me is Jenni, but she's my sister. This is something I've never experienced before. It's…ok, I guess. She is nice to hold in my arms. ~ And to Vegeta, it just seemed right. ~ How long will this last. She's asleep for Kami's sake. She probably doesn't even remember that she's being held by the person she hates. ~ He sighed as the castle came into view. She nestled deeper into his arms, resting her head against his chest. Vegeta looked down at his precious cargo. He was tired of fighting his feelings, but it had to be done. He was the prince of all saiyans for Kami's sake, and he couldn't be weighed down by some stupid female. As much as he hated the idea, he felt he didn't deserve it anyway. In the very back of his mind, a little voice wondered if she could possibly be feeling the same way. He shook his head. No one could love a monster, and he had accepted that long ago. What was the use of even hoping?
He walked down the halls, careful not to wake her and once again put her in a re-gen tank in his room, and set if for four hours. That would be about five o'clock, the time he woke up everyday to train. And Vegeta really needed some sleep. But he watched her for a few moments, the bluish green liquid waving her hair around. She looked absolutely beautiful.
Vegeta clunked down onto his bed and in minutes fell asleep.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, Vegeta groaned and rolled over. Was it five already? He looked at his clock and sure enough, it was. The re-gen tank was beeping. He got up and opened it. Bulma was still sleeping. ~ Good god! How much sleep does she need? ~ He glanced at her leg; it seemed to be in working order. He touched a place where a bullet had penetrated. The hole was gone and she didn't wake up. ~ Good, from that blow last night if it wasn't healed she would've screamed. ~ He gently picked her up and started towards her room.
"Vegeta?" He looked down and she was rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Five in the morning." She raised an eyebrow and looked at her leg. She wiggled her toes and bent her knee a few times.
"Ok, did you put me in that healing thing?" Vegeta nodded. "Then I can walk now." Vegeta nodded again and dropped her. She landed like a cat and growled.
"Thanks." Vegeta smirked.
"Any time. Now you might want to go to sleep. You still have an hour before you are supposed to get up." Bulma shook her head.
"I doubt I'll be able to. But I will go change into clothes. These pajamas are soaking and I'm freezing." Vegeta shrugged and Bulma started to walk to her room.
That guy is really confusing. I don't get him. One day he beats the crap out of me, the next day he actually cares if I'm ok. What is with him? He needs to make up his mind. For that matter, I need to make up my mind. I wish none of this happened, then my life would be so much easier. Kami, I swear if you ever come down here I will kill you a few times.
Bulma walked into the three girls' main room.
"So, where were you?" 18 asked with a smirk on her face, leaning up against the kitchen counter. Chichi grinned.
"You wouldn't have happened to be with…oh I don't know, Vegeta, maybe?" Bulma blushed.
"You guys, come on. You know me better then that." 18 and Chichi laughed.
"Any reason your all wet?" Bulma blushed again.
"I'll explain everything after I get out of these clothes. They are sticking to me." She walked into her room and quickly changed into jean shorts and a tank top.
"Ok, now spill." Bulma sighed and told 18 and Chichi everything that went on.
"Yamcha shot your leg???" Chichi growled. Bulma shook her head.
"Yeah. And get this, he threatened Vegeta with," she giggled, "a machine gun."
"Your kidding right?"
"That's exactly what I thought and Vegeta said."
"That's the stupidest thing I have heard in a long time. Trying to kill Vegeta with a machine gun. Pathetic."
"Yeah, he tried to shoot me too, but I just rolled over."
"What a gay freak! What did Vegeta do?"
"Well, after Yamcha shot me, he kinda went funny and blasted Yamcha."
"Oh man, did that stupid freak die?" Bulma looked thoughtfully at the ceiling.
"I don't know. Doesn't matter to me anyway. Where's breakfast? I'm starving." Chichi brought Bulma some sausages (a/n: yummy…) and toast. Bulma wolfed them down.
Six o'clock rolled around and the three girls departed for that day. Bulma had a normal day at work, then showed Vegeta his gravity machine he wanted so bad. He seemed to think it was ok, but he kept embarrassing Bulma one way or another about the previous night. Half the time Bulma wanted to punch him. The time night came around Bulma had to talk to Jenni.
Ok, I know that that was a really retarded ending but that's ok because the last like three chapters where REALLY, REALLY good so a bad ending is ok once in a while. I like the last chapter. Hehe. My fingers are cold. The things I go through for you people! For Kami's sake! You want to be on my mailing list? Why didn't you say so? Here it is…
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I know Vegeta was a little OOC in this chapter as well as the last, but he's 18 so he isn't like super mean. I think we are starting to see some feelings! Wow! A machine gun, pathetic. Hehe. Welps, I must be off, my train to happy land awaits! Peace out dudes! Ja ne!
Ok, that was retarded. …-._-'…
Things to say:
Sketchress: All I'm going to tell you right now is…I'm soooo sorry for what's going to happen next.
May: I have famous cliff hangers? *eyes dreamily glass over*
Brittany Peirce: I get the point, you don't have to say it three times no matter how good this is.
I-rote-bcuz-u-suck: Well…EXCUSE ME. I DIDN'T MAKE YOU READ IT AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION I HAPPEN TO LIKE Jenni AS A CHARATER SO IF YOU WILL JUST TAKE YOU HEAD OUT OF YOUR BUTT FOR JUST A DAMN MINUTE… *clears throat and smiles sheepishly* my first flame. I feel honored.
Jen: I'm soooooo extremely sorry to you too. You'll see why…