[Disclaimer—I don't own any of them except Trunks…well, actually, I guess
technically I don't own him either…::stifles sob:: gosh that's hard to
say!]
________________
Last Time:
Bulma & Trunks:
If she was right, and he was her son from the future, he would be sickened and horrified if Bulma hit on him. And that was just what she was going to do.
Trunks stared after her in shock. He'd blown it. He'd underestimated her and he'd blown it. Even though he could feel the future crumbling under his feet, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of admiration. *That was a dirty trick, Mom!*
Bulma (in the shower):
*It won't happen in this time. I won't betray my friends, my family,* she smiled a small, wistful smile, laying her hand across her abdomen, *Sorry Trunks, you'll never be born here.
Vegeta:
In all the excitement, he'd almost forgotten what that baka woman had done to his gravity simulator!
Vegeta crept towards the house, a fiendish look glittering in his eyes. It was time to set his plan into action.
Goku (still flying towards Capsule Corp.):
[Chi-Chi:] A loud roar resounded through the valley, "Go stay at Capsule Corp. with that little time traveling friend of yours if you want, but I don't want to see your face around here until I call for you—HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR??!"
__________________
Vegeta crept silently into Bulma's bedroom. He thought back to his unusual inspiration for this scheme as he began to quickly and silently strip Bulma's bedroom of furniture and clothing.
***FLASHBACK***
"Vegeta! Give me the remote control!"
"What the hell are you talking about woman?"
"That! That little black box with buttons on it that you're holding in your hand!"
"I know what it is, woman, I just don't see any reason that I should give it to you!"
"Vegeta!!! My soap is on, and if you don't give it to me, I'll rip down the gravity room with my bare hands!"
Vegeta growled, but handed her the remote.
Bulma squealed happily and flopped down on the couch, flipping over to channel 2. She shot a quick glare at Vegeta who was still sitting there, arms crossed, staring into space, "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"No."
Bulma humphed and set back. She could threaten the gravity room again, but she preferred not to over-utilize her trump card. Besides, the idea of Vegeta watching a soap opera kind of amused her. She logged it in her memory banks as potential blackmail material, once Vegeta actually found out what a soap opera was.
Vegeta glared at Bulma. What the hell was the woman snickering about now? Nevermind. It was beneath his notice. He sat back, arms crossed, boredom written across his face, and turned his attention back to the television.
***END FLASHBACK***
Vegeta smirked as he removed the last scrap of clothing from Bulma's closet and into the guest room down the hall.
The show, 'soap opera' she had called it, had contained a scene much like the one he was now enacting. Two young men had removed the clothing of several young women in a 'hot tub'. The young women, Vegeta remembered, had been extremely unhappy, and had attempted to cover their nudity from the males' prying eyes as they ran away and hid.
Vegeta smirked. As foolish as it might seem to him, he knew that Bulma would be upset at having to walk through the house nude to search for her clothing. Vegeta reveled in the image as he quietly snuck into the bathroom.
The woman was still in the shower. Vegeta froze for a moment as he saw her silhouetted form through the glazed glass of the shower. Her back was to him, and her hair ran down her back like a silky blue river. He quickly shook the feeling off and quietly gathered every scrap of material in the room, including the rug and toilet seat covers.
Vegeta glanced once again at the woman in the shower, his arms full of towels, washcloths, and assorted bathroom paraphernalia. His eyes narrowed. Damnit! The woman had a washing cloth with her in the shower. His revenge would be incomplete. Vegeta smirked at the thought of her trying to cover herself with the small scrap of cloth. Perhaps this small failure would not ruin his plan.
Depositing the rest his ill-gotten booty in the guest room where he had placed Bulma's clothing and furniture, Vegeta walked back to Bulma's now empty bedroom and allowed himself a smirk. He quietly closed the door, leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, and waited for the fireworks to start.
_____________________
Bulma reached out with a sigh and turned off the water, which was starting to go cold. She blindly reached out of the shower, her hand searching for a towel, and squinted her eyes open in confusion when her hand did not find one.
Bulma opened the shower door and looked around in confusion. The bathroom was totally bare! *What's going on around here,* thought an annoyed Bulma as she stomped across the bathroom and opened the door to her bedroom, still dripping wet.
Bulma's eyes opened wide with shock as she saw the bare walls of her bedroom. She raced over to her closet and flung open the door. It was empty. Bulma stumbled back into the wall, her hair making a wet smacking sound as it made contact.
"What's going on here," Bulma whispered in shock as she stared at the walls of her bedroom. Even the posters were missing.
Bulma heard a snort from hallway following her whisper, and crept fearfully over to the door and peeked out. What she saw transformed her shock and fear to anger.
______________________
Trunks looked up from his repairs as an ear-piercing shriek shattered the silence.
"VVVEEEEEGEEEEEEEETTAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Trunks paled and took off towards the source of the shriek. Vegeta might be his father, but Bulma was the mother he had known his whole life, who had raised him alone under the most terrible circumstances imaginable. He didn't care if Vegeta was his father. If he'd hurt his mother, Vegeta was going to pay.
***Well, that's it! Vegeta's a naughty boy, isn't he? I think he's just trying to sneak a peek! R&R please!***
________________
Last Time:
Bulma & Trunks:
If she was right, and he was her son from the future, he would be sickened and horrified if Bulma hit on him. And that was just what she was going to do.
Trunks stared after her in shock. He'd blown it. He'd underestimated her and he'd blown it. Even though he could feel the future crumbling under his feet, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of admiration. *That was a dirty trick, Mom!*
Bulma (in the shower):
*It won't happen in this time. I won't betray my friends, my family,* she smiled a small, wistful smile, laying her hand across her abdomen, *Sorry Trunks, you'll never be born here.
Vegeta:
In all the excitement, he'd almost forgotten what that baka woman had done to his gravity simulator!
Vegeta crept towards the house, a fiendish look glittering in his eyes. It was time to set his plan into action.
Goku (still flying towards Capsule Corp.):
[Chi-Chi:] A loud roar resounded through the valley, "Go stay at Capsule Corp. with that little time traveling friend of yours if you want, but I don't want to see your face around here until I call for you—HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR??!"
__________________
Vegeta crept silently into Bulma's bedroom. He thought back to his unusual inspiration for this scheme as he began to quickly and silently strip Bulma's bedroom of furniture and clothing.
***FLASHBACK***
"Vegeta! Give me the remote control!"
"What the hell are you talking about woman?"
"That! That little black box with buttons on it that you're holding in your hand!"
"I know what it is, woman, I just don't see any reason that I should give it to you!"
"Vegeta!!! My soap is on, and if you don't give it to me, I'll rip down the gravity room with my bare hands!"
Vegeta growled, but handed her the remote.
Bulma squealed happily and flopped down on the couch, flipping over to channel 2. She shot a quick glare at Vegeta who was still sitting there, arms crossed, staring into space, "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"No."
Bulma humphed and set back. She could threaten the gravity room again, but she preferred not to over-utilize her trump card. Besides, the idea of Vegeta watching a soap opera kind of amused her. She logged it in her memory banks as potential blackmail material, once Vegeta actually found out what a soap opera was.
Vegeta glared at Bulma. What the hell was the woman snickering about now? Nevermind. It was beneath his notice. He sat back, arms crossed, boredom written across his face, and turned his attention back to the television.
***END FLASHBACK***
Vegeta smirked as he removed the last scrap of clothing from Bulma's closet and into the guest room down the hall.
The show, 'soap opera' she had called it, had contained a scene much like the one he was now enacting. Two young men had removed the clothing of several young women in a 'hot tub'. The young women, Vegeta remembered, had been extremely unhappy, and had attempted to cover their nudity from the males' prying eyes as they ran away and hid.
Vegeta smirked. As foolish as it might seem to him, he knew that Bulma would be upset at having to walk through the house nude to search for her clothing. Vegeta reveled in the image as he quietly snuck into the bathroom.
The woman was still in the shower. Vegeta froze for a moment as he saw her silhouetted form through the glazed glass of the shower. Her back was to him, and her hair ran down her back like a silky blue river. He quickly shook the feeling off and quietly gathered every scrap of material in the room, including the rug and toilet seat covers.
Vegeta glanced once again at the woman in the shower, his arms full of towels, washcloths, and assorted bathroom paraphernalia. His eyes narrowed. Damnit! The woman had a washing cloth with her in the shower. His revenge would be incomplete. Vegeta smirked at the thought of her trying to cover herself with the small scrap of cloth. Perhaps this small failure would not ruin his plan.
Depositing the rest his ill-gotten booty in the guest room where he had placed Bulma's clothing and furniture, Vegeta walked back to Bulma's now empty bedroom and allowed himself a smirk. He quietly closed the door, leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, and waited for the fireworks to start.
_____________________
Bulma reached out with a sigh and turned off the water, which was starting to go cold. She blindly reached out of the shower, her hand searching for a towel, and squinted her eyes open in confusion when her hand did not find one.
Bulma opened the shower door and looked around in confusion. The bathroom was totally bare! *What's going on around here,* thought an annoyed Bulma as she stomped across the bathroom and opened the door to her bedroom, still dripping wet.
Bulma's eyes opened wide with shock as she saw the bare walls of her bedroom. She raced over to her closet and flung open the door. It was empty. Bulma stumbled back into the wall, her hair making a wet smacking sound as it made contact.
"What's going on here," Bulma whispered in shock as she stared at the walls of her bedroom. Even the posters were missing.
Bulma heard a snort from hallway following her whisper, and crept fearfully over to the door and peeked out. What she saw transformed her shock and fear to anger.
______________________
Trunks looked up from his repairs as an ear-piercing shriek shattered the silence.
"VVVEEEEEGEEEEEEEETTAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Trunks paled and took off towards the source of the shriek. Vegeta might be his father, but Bulma was the mother he had known his whole life, who had raised him alone under the most terrible circumstances imaginable. He didn't care if Vegeta was his father. If he'd hurt his mother, Vegeta was going to pay.
***Well, that's it! Vegeta's a naughty boy, isn't he? I think he's just trying to sneak a peek! R&R please!***