Ok guys, since you wanted the story that goes with the poem, here it is. Hope ya enjoy it. And like always, if ya hate it then tell me, but tell me why, i love constructive critism, it only makes for better storie. Anywayz, this is my first fanfic. So I hope ya like!!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own it, dont sue me!! :)
A/N In case ya cant figure it out ::this is them thinking::
The Vow
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Vegeta flipped through the channels on the TV, not really paying attention to anything that was on.
"Damn baka humans! They cant even do a simple thing like this right! They could at least make the explosions look halfway real, And that McGyver guy, how the hells does he take a paperclip, some string, and an eraser and make a fucking car?" He thought to himself, before he resumed his channel-surfing.
~Bulma's Room~
Bulma sat down on her bed, trying to clear her thoughts, She had heard from Krillin that Yamcha was finally going to propose to her. She had waited all of her life for this, so why wasn't she happy?
"Kami, what am I gonna do?" ::Ok girl, think think think. I can either marry Yamcha and be unhappy or I can be alone for the rest of my life and be...unhappy:: "Ugh! Why cant I just have a normal life??!?" ::Ok, the question is, do I wanna be alone unhappy? Or do I wanna be Yamcha unhappy? Hmm...I have to admit, the Yamcha prospect does seem to be a bit more appealing:: "Hehe...at least he's good in bed." Bulma giggled as she glanced at the clock on her wall. "Damn! If I dont get ready then Yamcha wont have anyone to propose to! Hmm...next big question...What do I wanna wear?"
She picked out a short blue dress that matched her hair perfectly. It had spaghetti straps, and the slits in it came up to the middle of her thighs. She picked out a pair of white high heeled shoes, and pulled her hair back in white butterfly clips. She added some glitter to her face, then stepped back to see the results. "Damn I'm fine." She said in the mirror and she gave herself a little wink as she ran downstairs to wait for Yamcha.
When Vegeta saw her, his heart jumped, and his mouth dropped open. ::Holy Shit! She's...gorgeous!::
She sat down in the chair across from him, obviously pleased with the reaction she had gotten. She crossed her legs, making sure to show the white garter belt that she wore beneath her dress.
Vegeta could make out the outline of her body through the tight material, and it was all he could do to keep from taking her right there. Just as he was beginning to think that he couldnt take anymore, the doorbell rang. ::Saved by the bell...literally:: he thought, silently cursing himself for thinking about a mere human that way.
As Yamcha walked through the door, Vegeta nearly gagged, the mere sight of the human was enough to make him sick, but the cologne he was wearing made it that much worse. Since saiyans have super-keen senses, the assault on his nose was almost unbearable.
"Hey Vegeta! What's up?" Yamcha asked cheerfully.
Vegeta merely "hmmphed..." and stormed out of the room, his arms folded across his chest.
"Geez, what's his problem?" Yamcha asked, clearly annoyed.
"He's a royal-pain-in-the-ass, but mostly, I think he needs a good lay." Bulma replied, giggling at the last part.
"Well, he cant have mine!" Yamcha said, pulling Bulma closer to him, and giving her a passionate kiss. With that, the two left, leaving a thankful Vegeta behind.
~Yamcha's car~
"Babe, I've got this really great place picked out for tonight. I think you're really gonna love it. At least I hope you will. I really want tonight to be special."
Bulma could see by the look in Yamcha's eyes as he said the words that he really meant it.
He took her to a tiny Italian restaurant. While the band played a soft melody in the background, Yamcha pulled a small black box out of his coat pocket, carefully concealing it under the table so that Bulma couldnt see it. "Um, Bulma..." he began, but the words seemed to stick in his throat. "Bulma, I dont want you as my girlfriend anymore...."
Bulma nearly choked on her fettucine. Whatever she had expected, it hadnt been this. ::Is he breaking up with me? After so long? How could he do this here with all these people around?:: Tears began to well up in her eyes, she started to speak, but was cut off by Yamcha's voice.
"Woah babe! Lemme finish! I dont want you as my girlfriend, I want you as my wife. Bulma Briefs, will you marry me?" Yamcha finished, looking relieved to finally get that off his chest. The restaurant fell silent, everyone turned toward Bulma, awaiting her reply.
"Yamcha...."
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Okay, cruel I know, I hate it when people leave me wondering, but not to worry, If I find out that people like it then I'll upload the next part really soon I promise. Oh, and for all you Bulma and Vegeta fans, dont worry, I'm getting there, you just have to let me warm up first..Well, hope ya liked it...Pleeeeeeease r/r, it encourages me to write faster. Till we meet again....
Disclaimer: Don't own it, dont sue me!! :)
A/N In case ya cant figure it out ::this is them thinking::
The Vow
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vegeta flipped through the channels on the TV, not really paying attention to anything that was on.
"Damn baka humans! They cant even do a simple thing like this right! They could at least make the explosions look halfway real, And that McGyver guy, how the hells does he take a paperclip, some string, and an eraser and make a fucking car?" He thought to himself, before he resumed his channel-surfing.
~Bulma's Room~
Bulma sat down on her bed, trying to clear her thoughts, She had heard from Krillin that Yamcha was finally going to propose to her. She had waited all of her life for this, so why wasn't she happy?
"Kami, what am I gonna do?" ::Ok girl, think think think. I can either marry Yamcha and be unhappy or I can be alone for the rest of my life and be...unhappy:: "Ugh! Why cant I just have a normal life??!?" ::Ok, the question is, do I wanna be alone unhappy? Or do I wanna be Yamcha unhappy? Hmm...I have to admit, the Yamcha prospect does seem to be a bit more appealing:: "Hehe...at least he's good in bed." Bulma giggled as she glanced at the clock on her wall. "Damn! If I dont get ready then Yamcha wont have anyone to propose to! Hmm...next big question...What do I wanna wear?"
She picked out a short blue dress that matched her hair perfectly. It had spaghetti straps, and the slits in it came up to the middle of her thighs. She picked out a pair of white high heeled shoes, and pulled her hair back in white butterfly clips. She added some glitter to her face, then stepped back to see the results. "Damn I'm fine." She said in the mirror and she gave herself a little wink as she ran downstairs to wait for Yamcha.
When Vegeta saw her, his heart jumped, and his mouth dropped open. ::Holy Shit! She's...gorgeous!::
She sat down in the chair across from him, obviously pleased with the reaction she had gotten. She crossed her legs, making sure to show the white garter belt that she wore beneath her dress.
Vegeta could make out the outline of her body through the tight material, and it was all he could do to keep from taking her right there. Just as he was beginning to think that he couldnt take anymore, the doorbell rang. ::Saved by the bell...literally:: he thought, silently cursing himself for thinking about a mere human that way.
As Yamcha walked through the door, Vegeta nearly gagged, the mere sight of the human was enough to make him sick, but the cologne he was wearing made it that much worse. Since saiyans have super-keen senses, the assault on his nose was almost unbearable.
"Hey Vegeta! What's up?" Yamcha asked cheerfully.
Vegeta merely "hmmphed..." and stormed out of the room, his arms folded across his chest.
"Geez, what's his problem?" Yamcha asked, clearly annoyed.
"He's a royal-pain-in-the-ass, but mostly, I think he needs a good lay." Bulma replied, giggling at the last part.
"Well, he cant have mine!" Yamcha said, pulling Bulma closer to him, and giving her a passionate kiss. With that, the two left, leaving a thankful Vegeta behind.
~Yamcha's car~
"Babe, I've got this really great place picked out for tonight. I think you're really gonna love it. At least I hope you will. I really want tonight to be special."
Bulma could see by the look in Yamcha's eyes as he said the words that he really meant it.
He took her to a tiny Italian restaurant. While the band played a soft melody in the background, Yamcha pulled a small black box out of his coat pocket, carefully concealing it under the table so that Bulma couldnt see it. "Um, Bulma..." he began, but the words seemed to stick in his throat. "Bulma, I dont want you as my girlfriend anymore...."
Bulma nearly choked on her fettucine. Whatever she had expected, it hadnt been this. ::Is he breaking up with me? After so long? How could he do this here with all these people around?:: Tears began to well up in her eyes, she started to speak, but was cut off by Yamcha's voice.
"Woah babe! Lemme finish! I dont want you as my girlfriend, I want you as my wife. Bulma Briefs, will you marry me?" Yamcha finished, looking relieved to finally get that off his chest. The restaurant fell silent, everyone turned toward Bulma, awaiting her reply.
"Yamcha...."
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Okay, cruel I know, I hate it when people leave me wondering, but not to worry, If I find out that people like it then I'll upload the next part really soon I promise. Oh, and for all you Bulma and Vegeta fans, dont worry, I'm getting there, you just have to let me warm up first..Well, hope ya liked it...Pleeeeeeease r/r, it encourages me to write faster. Till we meet again....