Once again, here I am..I think. I'm just about to the point of giving up on this story.. I love it, and I've got some really good ideas for it, but I feel like I'm letting you guys down by not working on it, ok, maybe the story isnt THAT good, but I at least thinks it's halfway decent, and I know how annoying it can be when you're trying to read something, only to find out that's it's never updated.
So...Review or email me and tell me whether you think I should keep writing, or just abandon it. However, I am going to write this chapter, so sit back, prop up your feet, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Dont own it, not mine, dont sue :)
The Vow
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Last time, on the vow...
Running to the phone, she grabbed it halfway through the third ring.
"Hello?..."
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"Uh...Bulma? It's Yamcha..No no no, wait, before you hang up the phone, gimme a chance to explain. Please babe, it'll just take a minute."
"I'm counting Yamcha, so you had better get to talking. You have one minute. Convince me." Bulma replied, barely containing the emotions that had been plaquing her. Anger, love, hurt, confusion, they all threatened to surface at once. And that was something that she wasnt sure if she would ever be able to forgive herself for, especially if she let Yamcha know how much he had really hurt her.
"Babe, I was just scared, I thought about the comittment that came with marriage, and I just flipped out, I need you more than anything Bulma, You know that. I could never intentionally hurt you, never. You're the keeper of my heart. You always have been, and always will be. I'm so sorry I was such an ass. I really do want you and only you Bulma, I promise you that, please believe me. Promise me that you'll be my wife Bulma. My life just wouldnt be the same without you. Please babe, forgive me." Yamcha rambled on and on.
"Thiry five seconds Yamcha, and I'm still not convinced, You're gonna have to try harder than that." Came Bulma's reply, her voice cold as ice.
"Could you at least meet me somewhere? Please? YOU pick the place, we'll go out, and we can talk, I have something I want to show you anyway. Come on Bulma, whaddya say. I mean, what can it hurt, at least gimme the chance to defend myself in person." Yamcha blurted out, the tone of his voice becoming more and more desperate.
"Okay Yamcha, I suppose I can give you that much. How does 9:00 at the Starlight club sound? I'll be there, and dont be late, because I wont be waiting. See you there. Bye now." Bulma hung up the phone before he even had a chance to reply. He'd be there. After all, he was desperate.
"Woman, dont tell me that you're actually stupid enough to give him another chance. I thought you were smarter than that. But then again, I thought you were smarter than alot of things you do, but you never fail to suprise me. So, tell me, what bullshit lie did the little human tell you this time? No, on second thought, let me guess. He was on his way home from your house when his car broke down. It started to pour down rain, and the only car that drove past happened to have a skankily dressed brunette in it. She gave him a ride back to his house, and as payment for helping him, He decided to stick his tongue down her throat. Sound about right? And if you believe that, then there's something serioulsy wrong with you." Vegeta said, barely able to contain his laughter.
"So what if I did forgive him? Which I didnt by the way. But what if I did, I dont see how that concerns you in the least bit Veggie head. Unless you're scared of not ever having a chance at a beautiful woman such as myself." She retorted jokingly.
"Woman, you have nothing new to me. I've broken whores with more beauty than you could ever hope to possess. What you have is spunk. But then again, I've also seen whores more lively than you broken. Be careful around that weakling, he doesnt care how much he hurts you. He cares only for how much pleasure he can gain. I've seen lifeless eyes too many times woman, and I dont intend to sit by and watch the same thing happen to you. After all, who would I have to insult after that? I suppose I could pick on that little bald friend of yours, but even he is more attractive than you are." Vegeta replied, adding his trademark smirk at the end.
"Jeez Vegeta, you really know how to ruin a moment, dont ya, and here I thought you cared what happened to me. Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got some shopping to do. I have to pick out a new outfit for my DATE with YAMCHA. Actually veggie, you could use some new clothes too, care to take a break and join me? Unless you're scared of lil ol me that is. So, whaddya say, you up for a challenge?"
"Woman, why in the hell would I be scared of you? Lead the way, but do me a favor, no more pink, I really hate pink, understood? Now, let's go." Vegeta replied hurridly.
"Um, ok, but dont you think you should change first? I mean, Saiyan armor is hardly appropriate for public, dont you thnk? I guess I should probably change too, these shorts dont leave much to the imagination, do they? Tell ya what, we'll both go change, and I'll meet you back here in say, an hour?"
"Does it really require that long for you to dress woman? I still havent eaten yet, and I tend to get cranky when I havent eaten, and when I get cranky, I tend to blow things up. Are you following me?" Vegeta replied, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Dont worry veggie, we'll stop on the way and get something to eat. Besides, dont you know that violence will get you nowhere? Now, run along and get dressed. I'll meet you back here." With that, She turned and walked sthrough the living room, and up the staircase that led to her room. Once again giving Vegeta a perfect view of her rear end.
"I have to disagree, those shorts make you use your imagination even more. Believe me." He muttered to himself as he made his way to the bathroom.. he needed a shower. A cold one.
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Meanwhile, in Bulma's room, she had taken to attacking her closet. Clothes, shoes, and purses were being tossed over her shoulder, creating a mountain behind her.
"Arrrrg...where is it? Whereisitwhereisitwhereisit? I know I saw it in here somewhere...AHA!!! Found ya! Now, if this doesnt make heads turn, then I dont know what will." Bulma giggled as she slipped on the tight leather mini skirt. "Ok, so maybe I dont really have anyone to impress, I can still try, right? Now, where is that shirt...?"
It was a good thing she had allowed herself an hour, because it took it. She had just finished her make up when there was a loud banging from her bathroom door. (A/N she's changing in the bathroom, cuz there's no door to her room, remember?)
When she opened the door, It was her turn to have her jaw hit the floor, there stood Vegeta, in a tight black muscle shirt, and smoky gray pants, if she had thought he looked good before, then he was god's gift to women now (teehee), though she would definately never be telling HIM that, his ego was big enough as it was. He didnt need her telling him things that would inflate it even more.
"Are you ready yet? I've been waiting almost 20 minutes! May I remind you woman that I am a prince, and princes wait for no one! Now HURRY!!! Or I'll have to...." His words trailed off as he saw her outfit. The leather skirt she wore was set off by a tight leopard print shirt. The shirt had black fur around the sleeves and collar, and came to just above her belly button. She wore tall black go go boots with it, and her hair was pulled back in a clip with two strands hanging down to accent her face.
The prince's look didnt go unnoticed by the blue haired woman, however, and she was quick to play on it.
"Why Vegeta, do you see something you like? Or did you just swallow a bug? From the look on your face, it's kinda hard to tell, so why dont you enlighten me?"
"I was just looking at how hideous you look, woman. You might want to consider losing a few pounds before goind anywhere in THAT. Besides, isnt that even shorter than what you had on earlier? I dont think I'll ever be able to understand this species. Much less the female gender. Now, if you're done, I'm ready for food woman." He turned on his heel and left, thankful that he was able to recover from the shock so quickly. *Damn human female, what's she trying to do, make me rape her? Is that legal? Can she do that? And if she does, is it still rape? Hmm...Something I might just have to look into. Just out of curiousity, not that I would want her or anything...um, yeah*
"Vegeta, if you're done daydreaming, let's go, I'm starting to feel a bit hungry myself. And I want to get back here with plenty of time to get ready." Bulma said as she stepped through the front door of Capsule Corp, and into the bright sunlight of the outside world. She threw down the capsule for one of her many capsule cars, and out popped a shiny black mustang convertible. She climbed into the driver's seat, leaving a dumbfounded Vegeta to stare behind her.
"Mental note, find out how the hell she does that.* He mumbled to himself. Then looked at Bulma, who was at the moment adjusting her sunglasses. "Woman, I hope you dont think I'm going to ride in that THING. If we fly we can get there in half the time. You know that as well as I do."
"Ah yes, but tell me Vegeta, can you get back in half the time as well? Especially when you're going to be carrying me and ALL of the packages that I plan on buying? Didnt think so, now get in the car." She shot back, adding a vegeta-like smirk to her face to get the point across. Of course, she knew that she could always encapsulate her bags, but that would be pointless, besides, she wanted Vegeta to have to depend on her for a change.
"Hmmph. Have it your way woman. Just dont expect me to talk to you." Vegeta shot back, more than a bit nervous about getting into the car with this woman, he had seen her drive before, but thankfully had never felt the need to actually ride in the car with her. He had just always watched from afar.
"Heh, You obviously dont know me very weel, do you. When I get into a car, I quit talking. Gots to listen to my music after all." She winked at him and proceeded to spin the dial until she found a decent song.
I never believed in dreaming
It never got me very far
"Ohhhh...I love this song...." Bulma squealed, turning the volume up, enjoying the look of annoyance that went across Vegeta's face when the band began to sing. She thought back, and as she listened to the words, she realized just how much they seemed to be talking about her, it described her life perfectly, the way that things were. And the way that things would probably never be. She had to fight back tears as the words hit closer to home than she had ever thought possible for a song to do. " I guess you just have to be lonely for the words of a love song to hit you, but man, when they do, it's painful." She said aloud. Not noticing the look that Vegeta gave her as she spoke.
"I thought you said you didnt talk when you drove." He replied, trying to take her mind offf of at least a little of the lonliness, yet trying hard not to seem like a friend.
"Vegeta, shut up and listen to the song, would ya? Jeez."
I never believed that love could find me
Like an arrow through the heart
I never believed in miracles
Or building castles in the air
Though he would probably never admit it, the words fit him too. The way they talked about fairy tales, and the way a princes life should have been, nothing like the way it had turned out thus far. He shrugged it off though, fate could be cruel like that.
"Woman, turn that rubbish off before you burst into tears, and I have to listen to it. I would rather listen to your blasted mouth than that garbage. I shudder to think what the world is coming to when people with voices almost as bad as yours are allowed to sing freely over the radio. Pitiful. Really it is."
"Oh hush already Vegeta. You already managed to kill the perfectly decent depressed mood I was in, plus we're here, so if you want anything to eat, I suggest that you hurry." Bulma glanced around to look at the person in the passengers seat, but no one was there.
"What the...?" Bulma questioned, looking back in front of her. There, propped up aginst the hood of her car, stood Vegeta, looking impatient once again. Bulma just shook her head, he wasn't as bad as Goku about food, but he definately had an appetite. *Besides, I did make him wait all morning before I let him eat. I guess that could have something to do with it.* She thought to herself.
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(At the restaurant)
"Well, hello there Miss Briefs, how are you today? Should I arrange for you usual table?" The hostess asked her when she walked in
"Good morning Autumn, we're in a bit of a hurry, so the first avaliable table you have will work. Um, actually, you might want to have two tables put together. There's going to need to be lots of room for plates. Trust me on this one." Bulma replied
"Are you expecting a large party Miss Briefs? Or have you brought that adorable Goku with you today?" Autumn laughed, casting a glance around to look for him.
"Oh no, no Goku today, but I do have someone with me who likes to eat almost as much. Not to mention the fact that he's five times as rude." Bulma looked at Vegeta, whose eyes were locked dead on hers.
"Ok, gimme just a few minutes and we should have you all situated. We'll call your name when we're all set up."
"Thanks." Bulma replied, halfway relieved to be rid of the bubbly little blond. "What? She's just a very happy little person, that's all. Um, yeah, happy, that's the way to put it, happy. Heh heh..." Bulma began to mumble
"Downright annoying would be the way that I would have put it. But, if you would rather use 'happy', then so be it." vegeta mumbled. "So, I guess I'm right in assuming that you come here often? Especially considering the fact that youre on a first name basis with the employees."
"No, actually, I havent been here in forever. But, when you come in with people that have and appetite like Goku does, then people tend to remember who you are. Catch my drift?" She replied, shuddering when her thoughtswent back to the last time she had been there. She had made the mistake of bringing Goku here once, and only once. The mess had been astronomical. Plates here, napkins there, and food completely covering the both of them. That was the last time she had dared step through the doors, almost six months ago. Of course, Bulma had voluntarily paid for the damages Goku had caused when he ate his ice cream too fast and got a brain freeze. He had lept out of his chair, bouncing around like an idiot, screaming something about his ice cream was poisoned, that it was trying to eat his brain, and to call 911. It was utterly embarassing at the time, however, now at least she could find the sense of humor to laugh about it.
"Briefs, party of two, your table is now available." Autumn's voice came across the loud speakers, startling Bulma out of her daydreaming.
"Woman, move, now. I'm trying very hard not to get upset here, but it really isnt working." Vegeta said as he leaned against the host stand near the entrance to the restaurant.
*I wonder if he has any idea how sexy he looks right now. If I wasnt with Yamcha...Wait a minute, I'm NOT with Yamcha. It is sooooooo on. I might never be able to have him, but I sure as hell can have fun trying.*Bulma thought to herself, a devilish little smile playing on her lips.
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After breakfast, Bulma raced out of the restaurant, laughing like she hadnt laughed in years. "Oh Kami Vegeta! Did you see the look on that guy's face when you told him what you wanted. That was priceless. I thought the poor kid was going to have a heart attack, either that or that his hand would fall off from having to write it all down. Thank you, I really needed a good laugh. Now, on to the mall. And since you managed to make me laugh, I wont buy you any pink, how does that sound?"
"That sounds just dandy woman, now would you quit your annoying cackling, and drive already. And this time, no radio, I cant stand you when you get in those girly little crying moods. I dont think there's anything in the world that drives me more crazy than that does."
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Ok guys, I hope that made up for lost time. And sorry about the little cliffhanger type thingy there, but real life insisted that I step away from the computer. Anyways, r/r and let me know what you think. And also tell me if this story is even worth finishing. Good reviews are awesome, but constructive criticsm is also appreciated. Till next time!
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So...Review or email me and tell me whether you think I should keep writing, or just abandon it. However, I am going to write this chapter, so sit back, prop up your feet, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Dont own it, not mine, dont sue :)
The Vow
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Last time, on the vow...
Running to the phone, she grabbed it halfway through the third ring.
"Hello?..."
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"Uh...Bulma? It's Yamcha..No no no, wait, before you hang up the phone, gimme a chance to explain. Please babe, it'll just take a minute."
"I'm counting Yamcha, so you had better get to talking. You have one minute. Convince me." Bulma replied, barely containing the emotions that had been plaquing her. Anger, love, hurt, confusion, they all threatened to surface at once. And that was something that she wasnt sure if she would ever be able to forgive herself for, especially if she let Yamcha know how much he had really hurt her.
"Babe, I was just scared, I thought about the comittment that came with marriage, and I just flipped out, I need you more than anything Bulma, You know that. I could never intentionally hurt you, never. You're the keeper of my heart. You always have been, and always will be. I'm so sorry I was such an ass. I really do want you and only you Bulma, I promise you that, please believe me. Promise me that you'll be my wife Bulma. My life just wouldnt be the same without you. Please babe, forgive me." Yamcha rambled on and on.
"Thiry five seconds Yamcha, and I'm still not convinced, You're gonna have to try harder than that." Came Bulma's reply, her voice cold as ice.
"Could you at least meet me somewhere? Please? YOU pick the place, we'll go out, and we can talk, I have something I want to show you anyway. Come on Bulma, whaddya say. I mean, what can it hurt, at least gimme the chance to defend myself in person." Yamcha blurted out, the tone of his voice becoming more and more desperate.
"Okay Yamcha, I suppose I can give you that much. How does 9:00 at the Starlight club sound? I'll be there, and dont be late, because I wont be waiting. See you there. Bye now." Bulma hung up the phone before he even had a chance to reply. He'd be there. After all, he was desperate.
"Woman, dont tell me that you're actually stupid enough to give him another chance. I thought you were smarter than that. But then again, I thought you were smarter than alot of things you do, but you never fail to suprise me. So, tell me, what bullshit lie did the little human tell you this time? No, on second thought, let me guess. He was on his way home from your house when his car broke down. It started to pour down rain, and the only car that drove past happened to have a skankily dressed brunette in it. She gave him a ride back to his house, and as payment for helping him, He decided to stick his tongue down her throat. Sound about right? And if you believe that, then there's something serioulsy wrong with you." Vegeta said, barely able to contain his laughter.
"So what if I did forgive him? Which I didnt by the way. But what if I did, I dont see how that concerns you in the least bit Veggie head. Unless you're scared of not ever having a chance at a beautiful woman such as myself." She retorted jokingly.
"Woman, you have nothing new to me. I've broken whores with more beauty than you could ever hope to possess. What you have is spunk. But then again, I've also seen whores more lively than you broken. Be careful around that weakling, he doesnt care how much he hurts you. He cares only for how much pleasure he can gain. I've seen lifeless eyes too many times woman, and I dont intend to sit by and watch the same thing happen to you. After all, who would I have to insult after that? I suppose I could pick on that little bald friend of yours, but even he is more attractive than you are." Vegeta replied, adding his trademark smirk at the end.
"Jeez Vegeta, you really know how to ruin a moment, dont ya, and here I thought you cared what happened to me. Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got some shopping to do. I have to pick out a new outfit for my DATE with YAMCHA. Actually veggie, you could use some new clothes too, care to take a break and join me? Unless you're scared of lil ol me that is. So, whaddya say, you up for a challenge?"
"Woman, why in the hell would I be scared of you? Lead the way, but do me a favor, no more pink, I really hate pink, understood? Now, let's go." Vegeta replied hurridly.
"Um, ok, but dont you think you should change first? I mean, Saiyan armor is hardly appropriate for public, dont you thnk? I guess I should probably change too, these shorts dont leave much to the imagination, do they? Tell ya what, we'll both go change, and I'll meet you back here in say, an hour?"
"Does it really require that long for you to dress woman? I still havent eaten yet, and I tend to get cranky when I havent eaten, and when I get cranky, I tend to blow things up. Are you following me?" Vegeta replied, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Dont worry veggie, we'll stop on the way and get something to eat. Besides, dont you know that violence will get you nowhere? Now, run along and get dressed. I'll meet you back here." With that, She turned and walked sthrough the living room, and up the staircase that led to her room. Once again giving Vegeta a perfect view of her rear end.
"I have to disagree, those shorts make you use your imagination even more. Believe me." He muttered to himself as he made his way to the bathroom.. he needed a shower. A cold one.
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Meanwhile, in Bulma's room, she had taken to attacking her closet. Clothes, shoes, and purses were being tossed over her shoulder, creating a mountain behind her.
"Arrrrg...where is it? Whereisitwhereisitwhereisit? I know I saw it in here somewhere...AHA!!! Found ya! Now, if this doesnt make heads turn, then I dont know what will." Bulma giggled as she slipped on the tight leather mini skirt. "Ok, so maybe I dont really have anyone to impress, I can still try, right? Now, where is that shirt...?"
It was a good thing she had allowed herself an hour, because it took it. She had just finished her make up when there was a loud banging from her bathroom door. (A/N she's changing in the bathroom, cuz there's no door to her room, remember?)
When she opened the door, It was her turn to have her jaw hit the floor, there stood Vegeta, in a tight black muscle shirt, and smoky gray pants, if she had thought he looked good before, then he was god's gift to women now (teehee), though she would definately never be telling HIM that, his ego was big enough as it was. He didnt need her telling him things that would inflate it even more.
"Are you ready yet? I've been waiting almost 20 minutes! May I remind you woman that I am a prince, and princes wait for no one! Now HURRY!!! Or I'll have to...." His words trailed off as he saw her outfit. The leather skirt she wore was set off by a tight leopard print shirt. The shirt had black fur around the sleeves and collar, and came to just above her belly button. She wore tall black go go boots with it, and her hair was pulled back in a clip with two strands hanging down to accent her face.
The prince's look didnt go unnoticed by the blue haired woman, however, and she was quick to play on it.
"Why Vegeta, do you see something you like? Or did you just swallow a bug? From the look on your face, it's kinda hard to tell, so why dont you enlighten me?"
"I was just looking at how hideous you look, woman. You might want to consider losing a few pounds before goind anywhere in THAT. Besides, isnt that even shorter than what you had on earlier? I dont think I'll ever be able to understand this species. Much less the female gender. Now, if you're done, I'm ready for food woman." He turned on his heel and left, thankful that he was able to recover from the shock so quickly. *Damn human female, what's she trying to do, make me rape her? Is that legal? Can she do that? And if she does, is it still rape? Hmm...Something I might just have to look into. Just out of curiousity, not that I would want her or anything...um, yeah*
"Vegeta, if you're done daydreaming, let's go, I'm starting to feel a bit hungry myself. And I want to get back here with plenty of time to get ready." Bulma said as she stepped through the front door of Capsule Corp, and into the bright sunlight of the outside world. She threw down the capsule for one of her many capsule cars, and out popped a shiny black mustang convertible. She climbed into the driver's seat, leaving a dumbfounded Vegeta to stare behind her.
"Mental note, find out how the hell she does that.* He mumbled to himself. Then looked at Bulma, who was at the moment adjusting her sunglasses. "Woman, I hope you dont think I'm going to ride in that THING. If we fly we can get there in half the time. You know that as well as I do."
"Ah yes, but tell me Vegeta, can you get back in half the time as well? Especially when you're going to be carrying me and ALL of the packages that I plan on buying? Didnt think so, now get in the car." She shot back, adding a vegeta-like smirk to her face to get the point across. Of course, she knew that she could always encapsulate her bags, but that would be pointless, besides, she wanted Vegeta to have to depend on her for a change.
"Hmmph. Have it your way woman. Just dont expect me to talk to you." Vegeta shot back, more than a bit nervous about getting into the car with this woman, he had seen her drive before, but thankfully had never felt the need to actually ride in the car with her. He had just always watched from afar.
"Heh, You obviously dont know me very weel, do you. When I get into a car, I quit talking. Gots to listen to my music after all." She winked at him and proceeded to spin the dial until she found a decent song.
I never believed in dreaming
It never got me very far
"Ohhhh...I love this song...." Bulma squealed, turning the volume up, enjoying the look of annoyance that went across Vegeta's face when the band began to sing. She thought back, and as she listened to the words, she realized just how much they seemed to be talking about her, it described her life perfectly, the way that things were. And the way that things would probably never be. She had to fight back tears as the words hit closer to home than she had ever thought possible for a song to do. " I guess you just have to be lonely for the words of a love song to hit you, but man, when they do, it's painful." She said aloud. Not noticing the look that Vegeta gave her as she spoke.
"I thought you said you didnt talk when you drove." He replied, trying to take her mind offf of at least a little of the lonliness, yet trying hard not to seem like a friend.
"Vegeta, shut up and listen to the song, would ya? Jeez."
I never believed that love could find me
Like an arrow through the heart
I never believed in miracles
Or building castles in the air
Though he would probably never admit it, the words fit him too. The way they talked about fairy tales, and the way a princes life should have been, nothing like the way it had turned out thus far. He shrugged it off though, fate could be cruel like that.
"Woman, turn that rubbish off before you burst into tears, and I have to listen to it. I would rather listen to your blasted mouth than that garbage. I shudder to think what the world is coming to when people with voices almost as bad as yours are allowed to sing freely over the radio. Pitiful. Really it is."
"Oh hush already Vegeta. You already managed to kill the perfectly decent depressed mood I was in, plus we're here, so if you want anything to eat, I suggest that you hurry." Bulma glanced around to look at the person in the passengers seat, but no one was there.
"What the...?" Bulma questioned, looking back in front of her. There, propped up aginst the hood of her car, stood Vegeta, looking impatient once again. Bulma just shook her head, he wasn't as bad as Goku about food, but he definately had an appetite. *Besides, I did make him wait all morning before I let him eat. I guess that could have something to do with it.* She thought to herself.
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(At the restaurant)
"Well, hello there Miss Briefs, how are you today? Should I arrange for you usual table?" The hostess asked her when she walked in
"Good morning Autumn, we're in a bit of a hurry, so the first avaliable table you have will work. Um, actually, you might want to have two tables put together. There's going to need to be lots of room for plates. Trust me on this one." Bulma replied
"Are you expecting a large party Miss Briefs? Or have you brought that adorable Goku with you today?" Autumn laughed, casting a glance around to look for him.
"Oh no, no Goku today, but I do have someone with me who likes to eat almost as much. Not to mention the fact that he's five times as rude." Bulma looked at Vegeta, whose eyes were locked dead on hers.
"Ok, gimme just a few minutes and we should have you all situated. We'll call your name when we're all set up."
"Thanks." Bulma replied, halfway relieved to be rid of the bubbly little blond. "What? She's just a very happy little person, that's all. Um, yeah, happy, that's the way to put it, happy. Heh heh..." Bulma began to mumble
"Downright annoying would be the way that I would have put it. But, if you would rather use 'happy', then so be it." vegeta mumbled. "So, I guess I'm right in assuming that you come here often? Especially considering the fact that youre on a first name basis with the employees."
"No, actually, I havent been here in forever. But, when you come in with people that have and appetite like Goku does, then people tend to remember who you are. Catch my drift?" She replied, shuddering when her thoughtswent back to the last time she had been there. She had made the mistake of bringing Goku here once, and only once. The mess had been astronomical. Plates here, napkins there, and food completely covering the both of them. That was the last time she had dared step through the doors, almost six months ago. Of course, Bulma had voluntarily paid for the damages Goku had caused when he ate his ice cream too fast and got a brain freeze. He had lept out of his chair, bouncing around like an idiot, screaming something about his ice cream was poisoned, that it was trying to eat his brain, and to call 911. It was utterly embarassing at the time, however, now at least she could find the sense of humor to laugh about it.
"Briefs, party of two, your table is now available." Autumn's voice came across the loud speakers, startling Bulma out of her daydreaming.
"Woman, move, now. I'm trying very hard not to get upset here, but it really isnt working." Vegeta said as he leaned against the host stand near the entrance to the restaurant.
*I wonder if he has any idea how sexy he looks right now. If I wasnt with Yamcha...Wait a minute, I'm NOT with Yamcha. It is sooooooo on. I might never be able to have him, but I sure as hell can have fun trying.*Bulma thought to herself, a devilish little smile playing on her lips.
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After breakfast, Bulma raced out of the restaurant, laughing like she hadnt laughed in years. "Oh Kami Vegeta! Did you see the look on that guy's face when you told him what you wanted. That was priceless. I thought the poor kid was going to have a heart attack, either that or that his hand would fall off from having to write it all down. Thank you, I really needed a good laugh. Now, on to the mall. And since you managed to make me laugh, I wont buy you any pink, how does that sound?"
"That sounds just dandy woman, now would you quit your annoying cackling, and drive already. And this time, no radio, I cant stand you when you get in those girly little crying moods. I dont think there's anything in the world that drives me more crazy than that does."
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Ok guys, I hope that made up for lost time. And sorry about the little cliffhanger type thingy there, but real life insisted that I step away from the computer. Anyways, r/r and let me know what you think. And also tell me if this story is even worth finishing. Good reviews are awesome, but constructive criticsm is also appreciated. Till next time!
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