Hey guys! I'm back! Miss me? I've told a few of you why I haven't been here, so now I'm gonna tell the rest of you. I'm now the proud mommy of a beautiful baby boy. I've been meaning to get this posted, but I could never find the time to finish it, so here I am, and hopefully this time I'll be able to actually finish the story. Thank you guys for not givin me lots of flames and stuff, I really appreciate it. And as they say in show business...The show must go on ^_^
The Vow
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Bulma groggily made her way to her closet, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and muttering a few choice obsenities to herself about a certain saiyan prince. She rummaged around for a few minutes before she came up with a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts, and a tight blue tanktop. She pulled her hair back in a pony tail, and put on her sneakers, trying desperately to wake up.
She stepped over the remains of her bedroom door, and across the threshold. Trudging sleepily down the hall, she bumped into more than few walls, and tripped on more than a few rugs. Upon reaching the kitchen, there at the table, with a very impatient look on his face, sat Vegeta.
"Hmmph...took you long enough. I require my breakfast now woman, I suggest you get to work on it, otherwise, I may have to make you regret it. Catch my drift?" Vegeta growled at her, in his normal arrogant tone.
"Ok Vegeta, whatever you say. I'm really not in the mood to have to deal with you this morning, For some reason, I havent gotten much sleep. Oh! That's right! Now I remember! Somebody decided to blow down my damn door while i was trying to sleep! Gee, VEGETA, wonder who coulda done such a thing." Bulma continued her ranting the whole time she cooked breakfast. Her take on the whole subject was that if she wasnt enjoying herself, then neither would he.
She was so lost in the argument that she didnt notice the carton of milk sitting on the counter behind her until she had backed up into it. The container hit the ground, spraying the liquid everywhere.
"Damn damn damn damn damn! Now look what you made me do Vegeta! I'm gonna have to mop the floor now. And it's all your fault. Men, I swear..."
Bulma bent over to clean it up the best that she could, forgetting how short her shorts really were. Luckily, for Vegeta, her back was to him, so she never saw his jaw hit the table.
After a few seconds like that, he regained his composure, barely. Slowly, he got up and began to walk towards her, not sure of what he was doing, and not sure if he even cared, he walked up behind her, and reached his hand down to her.
But, as fate sometimes does, it decided to take this specific moment to have the phone ring. Before Bulma could do so much as turn around, the Saiyan prince was back in his chair, a look of impatience plastered on his face.
Running to the phone, she grabbed it halfway through the third ring.
"Hello?..."
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Once again, I know how short it is, and I'm very sorry, but life's calling me, so I guess I'd better cut it off here, look for the next chapter soon, and I really mean it this time. Once again, thanks for not flaming me, although constructive criticsm is appreciated. Till next time. bye d bye
The Vow
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Bulma groggily made her way to her closet, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and muttering a few choice obsenities to herself about a certain saiyan prince. She rummaged around for a few minutes before she came up with a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts, and a tight blue tanktop. She pulled her hair back in a pony tail, and put on her sneakers, trying desperately to wake up.
She stepped over the remains of her bedroom door, and across the threshold. Trudging sleepily down the hall, she bumped into more than few walls, and tripped on more than a few rugs. Upon reaching the kitchen, there at the table, with a very impatient look on his face, sat Vegeta.
"Hmmph...took you long enough. I require my breakfast now woman, I suggest you get to work on it, otherwise, I may have to make you regret it. Catch my drift?" Vegeta growled at her, in his normal arrogant tone.
"Ok Vegeta, whatever you say. I'm really not in the mood to have to deal with you this morning, For some reason, I havent gotten much sleep. Oh! That's right! Now I remember! Somebody decided to blow down my damn door while i was trying to sleep! Gee, VEGETA, wonder who coulda done such a thing." Bulma continued her ranting the whole time she cooked breakfast. Her take on the whole subject was that if she wasnt enjoying herself, then neither would he.
She was so lost in the argument that she didnt notice the carton of milk sitting on the counter behind her until she had backed up into it. The container hit the ground, spraying the liquid everywhere.
"Damn damn damn damn damn! Now look what you made me do Vegeta! I'm gonna have to mop the floor now. And it's all your fault. Men, I swear..."
Bulma bent over to clean it up the best that she could, forgetting how short her shorts really were. Luckily, for Vegeta, her back was to him, so she never saw his jaw hit the table.
After a few seconds like that, he regained his composure, barely. Slowly, he got up and began to walk towards her, not sure of what he was doing, and not sure if he even cared, he walked up behind her, and reached his hand down to her.
But, as fate sometimes does, it decided to take this specific moment to have the phone ring. Before Bulma could do so much as turn around, the Saiyan prince was back in his chair, a look of impatience plastered on his face.
Running to the phone, she grabbed it halfway through the third ring.
"Hello?..."
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Once again, I know how short it is, and I'm very sorry, but life's calling me, so I guess I'd better cut it off here, look for the next chapter soon, and I really mean it this time. Once again, thanks for not flaming me, although constructive criticsm is appreciated. Till next time. bye d bye