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::They put me in a small metalic ship with wheels then cart me over to some structure, this is pathetic, and why can't I remember where I came from?::
A knock at the door shocked him from his thoughts, "What?" he demanded, sliding off the bed in an amazingly swift and graceful movement.
"It's dinner time," a voice announced from the other side of the door.
"Hm," that was more like it, time to eat finally, he felt as if he'd been running laps around the world all day. He swept a blonde lock of hair from his face and stormed down the stairs, falling into a seat at the table the family sat at and began serving himself up, they watched in horror as he ate anything anyone left open to take and sat back, "What's for the main course?"
"The..the main course...?" the eldest female stammered.
"Yes, it was a nice appitizer but, I am rather famished if you don't mind..."
Suddenly the hosts at the table burst out in hysterical laughter. What the....
he looked apon the family in complete bafflement. "Holy, you forieners are just hilarious!" the girl giggled, fummbling with her drink, trying to swallow amist her laughter.
What the hell do they find so humorus? he asked himself, swiftly becoming annoyed.
He tried to sleep that night, but the younger onna had some guest in her room next door all night and all he heard was cackles, giggles and whispered confessions. He felt as if he shouldn't evesdrop, or more so, shouldn't care what the annoying women had to say, but he had no other alternative.
"So, where's that guy?"
"He's in the guest room..." more giggles errupted.
"Is he hot?"
"I dunno, I guess...he's blonde, green eyes...kinda short."
"I think I saw him!" He heard shifting, "Does he have really wild hair?"
"Yes! that's him!"
"What do you mean, you 'guess'?" he heard a mock slap, "He's absolutly georgous!"
He smirked, "Stupid onna's." and layed back to listen.
"What's his name?"
"Shane something-or-another..."
"I bet he's like french or something,"
"Then he's probably a player,"
"O, sheesh, Ali, you're so pariniod!"
"I am not, I'm cynicle. He's a jerk, I already talked to him a few times!"
"Whatever, I bet he's just nervous, he's in a new country for gods sake!"
"You may be right, I don't really care,"
::Nervous? Stupid, Stupid onna! :: he rolled to his side and tuned them out brooding and racking his mind, trying to remember something, anything significant. He was hungry and mad now. A light came on in his room and he growled, turning to his door, squinting as the light stung his eyes. "What the...?" the girls were standing there, Ali, and a blue haired one, they were dressed in tight clothes and smirking shyly.
He groaned and sat up, "What are you two onna's doing in my room?" he demanded.
"Bulma and I are hitting the party scene..." Ali explained.
"Do I look like one of your elder authority's?"
Bulma giggled, "Elder authority's?" she cocked an eyebrow at him and he held back a smirk. "You heard me woman, now what do you want? I don't give a damn where you're going!" Ali huffed, "We just thought you might want to come,"
"Well you're wrong." he began to roll back over when a loud roar echoed through the house, shaking the bed, he held his stomach and frowned. "Are you hungry?" He looked over to her, his intrest peaked now.
...
"Shane, I don't think you should drink any more..."
"Hm," he grunted, "I'm still thirsty onna."
"Yeah, but..."
"You said you'd pay, 'help yourself' you said, that's what I'm doing!"
"Well...okay..." Ali sat back on her heels and looked around the circle and soon became distracted by her boyfriend as he cicled his arms around her and pulled her into him for a kiss. Shane watched them curiously, then looked at everyone else, they kept passing one of thoes burning sticks around and sucking on it. He frowned, the liquid was better, the smoke was bitter and dry. He took another swallow and sighed, laying back into the sand of the beach, his stomache full, his mind reeling in a drunken fog, his body ready for sleep but he came to realise that someone was tugging at his arm, he sat up and stared at Bulma, "Wha?" She tugged more, smirking, "Let's go onawalk...," she slurred lazily.
"Uh," he didn't respond as she helped him up and drug him down the beach.
"Why are we laughin'?" he asked exploding in another crazed bout of laughter.
She giggled beside him, attempted to shrug and fell over nearly pulling him with her. She hung off his arm, still laughing yet trying desperatly to dawn a serious facial expression as she struggled to get up. He finally fell beside her still chuckling softly, she rolled over, curled into a ball and stared up at him. He looked away, gazing at their zig zag pattern in the sand then turned back to her, they laughed again then sighed in unison.
"I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo-"
Vegeta clamped a hand over her mouth and frowned at her, "Dat's annoyin'."
"Sorry," she murmmered under his hand, he dropped it and smirked.
"Tired," she finished.
"Hm?" he raised a blonde eyebrow.
"I'm so tired," she repeated."Oh," he nodded but it made him extreamly dizzy so he let his head fall back into the sand, closing his eyes and watching the flashes of light that were exploding before him, when he opened them, Bulma was over him, her beutiful face, sporting a drunken smirk came down closer and he welcomed the kiss.
He woke in the hall way the next morning, almost propped up against the wall, his head was ringing, something in his temples pounding out a slow, deliberate beat that was annoying him. He pressed his hands to his head and stood up, stiff from a night spent on the hall floor. He groaned and made his way to the kitchen where he found the two girls, sitting, sipping a black substance and gazing lazily around, when he walked in, they turned to scrutinize him, he stummbled over to a chair and sat, "Uh, I'm so exausted...."
Ali nodded, "No kidding, we chased you for hours in the car and couldn't catch you, if you can run like that when you're drunk... Well, jeeze!"
Bulma nodded her agreement and brought her mug to her lips, rubbing the warm rim of the mug back and forth slowly on her upper lip as she inhaled the strong aroma.
He watched her in confused fasination then turned to Ali," How fast was I running?"
She made a face as she thought, "Musta been fifty, sixty miles per hour," she looked across at Bulma, who held the mug from her mouth in antisipation of a question.
"Wasn't that bout how fast Mike was driving?"
"I dunno, maybe, we were pretty damn drunk,"
Ali shook her head, Shane noted how she cringed at the sudden movement and stopped,
"Mike wasn't, he stayed sober so he could drive every one home."
"What ever," she took a long swallow of the dark substance then held it to her lips again.
Ali gave her a look then shrugged, she looked back to Shane then gasped, Bulma looked over and dropped her mug. It smacked the table, spilling hot liguid all over and cauing them to jump up. Shane glanced at them in puzzlement.
Neither of them made a move to get a rag to clean the mess, they just stared at him.
::They put me in a small metalic ship with wheels then cart me over to some structure, this is pathetic, and why can't I remember where I came from?::
A knock at the door shocked him from his thoughts, "What?" he demanded, sliding off the bed in an amazingly swift and graceful movement.
"It's dinner time," a voice announced from the other side of the door.
"Hm," that was more like it, time to eat finally, he felt as if he'd been running laps around the world all day. He swept a blonde lock of hair from his face and stormed down the stairs, falling into a seat at the table the family sat at and began serving himself up, they watched in horror as he ate anything anyone left open to take and sat back, "What's for the main course?"
"The..the main course...?" the eldest female stammered.
"Yes, it was a nice appitizer but, I am rather famished if you don't mind..."
Suddenly the hosts at the table burst out in hysterical laughter. What the....
he looked apon the family in complete bafflement. "Holy, you forieners are just hilarious!" the girl giggled, fummbling with her drink, trying to swallow amist her laughter.
What the hell do they find so humorus? he asked himself, swiftly becoming annoyed.
He tried to sleep that night, but the younger onna had some guest in her room next door all night and all he heard was cackles, giggles and whispered confessions. He felt as if he shouldn't evesdrop, or more so, shouldn't care what the annoying women had to say, but he had no other alternative.
"So, where's that guy?"
"He's in the guest room..." more giggles errupted.
"Is he hot?"
"I dunno, I guess...he's blonde, green eyes...kinda short."
"I think I saw him!" He heard shifting, "Does he have really wild hair?"
"Yes! that's him!"
"What do you mean, you 'guess'?" he heard a mock slap, "He's absolutly georgous!"
He smirked, "Stupid onna's." and layed back to listen.
"What's his name?"
"Shane something-or-another..."
"I bet he's like french or something,"
"Then he's probably a player,"
"O, sheesh, Ali, you're so pariniod!"
"I am not, I'm cynicle. He's a jerk, I already talked to him a few times!"
"Whatever, I bet he's just nervous, he's in a new country for gods sake!"
"You may be right, I don't really care,"
::Nervous? Stupid, Stupid onna! :: he rolled to his side and tuned them out brooding and racking his mind, trying to remember something, anything significant. He was hungry and mad now. A light came on in his room and he growled, turning to his door, squinting as the light stung his eyes. "What the...?" the girls were standing there, Ali, and a blue haired one, they were dressed in tight clothes and smirking shyly.
He groaned and sat up, "What are you two onna's doing in my room?" he demanded.
"Bulma and I are hitting the party scene..." Ali explained.
"Do I look like one of your elder authority's?"
Bulma giggled, "Elder authority's?" she cocked an eyebrow at him and he held back a smirk. "You heard me woman, now what do you want? I don't give a damn where you're going!" Ali huffed, "We just thought you might want to come,"
"Well you're wrong." he began to roll back over when a loud roar echoed through the house, shaking the bed, he held his stomach and frowned. "Are you hungry?" He looked over to her, his intrest peaked now.
...
"Shane, I don't think you should drink any more..."
"Hm," he grunted, "I'm still thirsty onna."
"Yeah, but..."
"You said you'd pay, 'help yourself' you said, that's what I'm doing!"
"Well...okay..." Ali sat back on her heels and looked around the circle and soon became distracted by her boyfriend as he cicled his arms around her and pulled her into him for a kiss. Shane watched them curiously, then looked at everyone else, they kept passing one of thoes burning sticks around and sucking on it. He frowned, the liquid was better, the smoke was bitter and dry. He took another swallow and sighed, laying back into the sand of the beach, his stomache full, his mind reeling in a drunken fog, his body ready for sleep but he came to realise that someone was tugging at his arm, he sat up and stared at Bulma, "Wha?" She tugged more, smirking, "Let's go onawalk...," she slurred lazily.
"Uh," he didn't respond as she helped him up and drug him down the beach.
"Why are we laughin'?" he asked exploding in another crazed bout of laughter.
She giggled beside him, attempted to shrug and fell over nearly pulling him with her. She hung off his arm, still laughing yet trying desperatly to dawn a serious facial expression as she struggled to get up. He finally fell beside her still chuckling softly, she rolled over, curled into a ball and stared up at him. He looked away, gazing at their zig zag pattern in the sand then turned back to her, they laughed again then sighed in unison.
"I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo-"
Vegeta clamped a hand over her mouth and frowned at her, "Dat's annoyin'."
"Sorry," she murmmered under his hand, he dropped it and smirked.
"Tired," she finished.
"Hm?" he raised a blonde eyebrow.
"I'm so tired," she repeated."Oh," he nodded but it made him extreamly dizzy so he let his head fall back into the sand, closing his eyes and watching the flashes of light that were exploding before him, when he opened them, Bulma was over him, her beutiful face, sporting a drunken smirk came down closer and he welcomed the kiss.
He woke in the hall way the next morning, almost propped up against the wall, his head was ringing, something in his temples pounding out a slow, deliberate beat that was annoying him. He pressed his hands to his head and stood up, stiff from a night spent on the hall floor. He groaned and made his way to the kitchen where he found the two girls, sitting, sipping a black substance and gazing lazily around, when he walked in, they turned to scrutinize him, he stummbled over to a chair and sat, "Uh, I'm so exausted...."
Ali nodded, "No kidding, we chased you for hours in the car and couldn't catch you, if you can run like that when you're drunk... Well, jeeze!"
Bulma nodded her agreement and brought her mug to her lips, rubbing the warm rim of the mug back and forth slowly on her upper lip as she inhaled the strong aroma.
He watched her in confused fasination then turned to Ali," How fast was I running?"
She made a face as she thought, "Musta been fifty, sixty miles per hour," she looked across at Bulma, who held the mug from her mouth in antisipation of a question.
"Wasn't that bout how fast Mike was driving?"
"I dunno, maybe, we were pretty damn drunk,"
Ali shook her head, Shane noted how she cringed at the sudden movement and stopped,
"Mike wasn't, he stayed sober so he could drive every one home."
"What ever," she took a long swallow of the dark substance then held it to her lips again.
Ali gave her a look then shrugged, she looked back to Shane then gasped, Bulma looked over and dropped her mug. It smacked the table, spilling hot liguid all over and cauing them to jump up. Shane glanced at them in puzzlement.
Neither of them made a move to get a rag to clean the mess, they just stared at him.