Woohoo! I must be on a roll or something! I haven't updated this close together in awhile..heh, guess maybe I just have a bit more time on my hands now, or somethin...My great grandmother died on Friday, so this chap would have been out sooner, but I'm just now getting to the point where I can relax and write again. A big thanks goes to Crystalline Maxwell for staying on my case, and makin me write :) Go read her stories, they're awesome! Ok, there's a teeny tiny bit of citrus flavor in here, but nothing really. Definately no lemon, not yet anyways, and I'm considerate, if I write a lemon, I'll write a chap that doesn't have it, and just post both of em. But for now, perhaps a taste of lime will tide you over. But, be warned, it's not B/V. *evil grin* Hehe, ok ok, I won't make you wait any longer, On to the fic!!
Disclaimer: Wait, you STILL haven't figured it out? *sigh* I give up!!
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Last time, on THE VOW...
"I don't care what that woman does, like you said, she can take care of herself, and even if she couldn't, it still wouldn't be any of my business, correct?" Vegeta asked back, as if looking for reassurance.
"Yeah Vegeta,that's good, because then you won't mind the fact that Bulma just pulled up...Or the fact that Yamcha's with her." Goku said as he stood up. HE glanced at vegeta who had for just a moment, let a look of shock play over his features before replacing his traditional stony glare "You just wait here, I'll go make sure everything's ok." Goku told him, before making his way to the house.
"Hey, Bulma, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked her just as she and Yamcha got to the steps...
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Um...yeah Goku, what ya need?" Bulma slurred as she moved away from Yamcha. Goku took a small step back, the alcohol on her breath making him more than a bit wary.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Bulma? I mean, you seem a bit..um..tipsy to me." Goku stated honestly, his eyes darting back and forth from Bulma, to Yamcha, who stood on the steps a few feet away, seemingly studying a small tear in the flowered wallpaper.
"Thanks for the concern Goku, but I'm ok, I just really need to get laid. Hehehehe..." She stumbled to him, and put an arm around his shoulder for support.
"Bulma, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that's not the only thing you need. Why don't you wait here, and I'll go get you a big cup of coffee, how's that sound?" He tried to steer her to the couch, but being the stubborn woman that she was, Bulma refused to move.
"Dammit! Why does everyone have to treat me like a child? I'm not a child! Jesus Goku, I'm older than you are! Do me a favor, and go jump off a bridge, ok? And take PRINCE Vegeta with you!" She screamed mockingly.
Vegeta, who had been standing against the wooden frame of the kitchen door, let out a small grunt. "Leave her be, Kakarot, she's hell bent on making her mistakes, leave her to it. She'll regret it in the morning." He stated gruffly before casting a glance in Bulma's direction. He turned abruptly, and stalked from the room, never once glancing back at the blue haired beauty behind him.
"Yes, Katarok, or whatever that silly little word is, leave me alone!" With that. Bulma turned and ran, or rather stumbled up the stairs, with Yamcha close on her heels.
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"I KNOW she's a big girl Vegeta, but she doesn't know what she's doing! She's dead drunk, I don't want her to have to regret it in the morning." Goku whined to him, half mad, half in tears.
"You saw what she wants Kakarot, and whether we like it or not, that woman's made up her mind to have it. Even if she did have to lower herself to being a complete whore to get it." Vegeta replied back, seemingly calm, but his eyes kept drifting up to the window above Goku's head, where two shadows could be seen on the wall. "You know what the only problem with that is?" He asked, gesturing to the window.
"Lemme guess, the only problem is, that isn't you?" Goku asked him, his suspicions confirmed when Vegeta's face flushed just a tiny bit, and he looked at his feet to control it.
"Kakarot, remind me to kill you slowly." Was all Vegeta said in reply as the two walked back to the gravity room.
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Yamcha drew in a deep breath as he looked at the woman in front of him. She had discarded her dress, and it lay in a small pool at her feet. She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She made a quick gesture for him to lie down on the bed. He did as she asked, and she crawled over to him, where she straddled his hips. She leaned down to kiss him, only to find that, he lay there, as if he were waiting for her, but he ws snoring! As soon as he layed down, the alcohol had knocked him out cold. She sat there for a minute, staring at him, before standing up as if she was in a trance. She walked to her bathroom, and pulled on her black satin robe, before turning to walk downstairs.
She made her way down the stairs carefully, not really caring to see what the carpet tasted like. When she reached the bottom, she was greeted by the warm wind, as it came in through the open windows. Like a zombie she made her way to the kitchen, and pulled open the refrigerator door. She pulled out a diet coke, and made her way out to the small patio. The night was warm, and she was tempted to loosen the robe around her, until she looked to her right and noticed that the gravity room light was still on, and she thought better of it.
She wasn't sure of how long she sat there before she noticed the gravity room power down, and the two Saiyan warriors emerged from inside. When Goku spotted Bulma, he took off at a brisk jog towards her.
"Hey Bulma! You ok? What are you doin out here by yourself?" he asked her worriedly.
"I'm ok Goku, just had a bit of a set back, you might say." She replied, lowering her eyes to the ground.
"What happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?" He asked as he began looking her over for cuts or bruises.
"Huh? No! Nothing like that! He um...well, he sorta passed out." She told him, her face turning a deep shade of red.
"The weakling couldn't handle his alcohol, eh?" A gruff voice caused her took look up quickly. She stared straight into Vegeta's eyes for just a moment before lowering hers to face the ground again.
"Guess not." Was her only reply as she got from her chair to go back inside. "Hey, Goku, you think you could go get Yamcha and take him home for me?" She asked him sincerely.
"No prob Bulma, just gimme a sec to grab somethin to drink, and I'll be right up, k?" Came his reply.
"Woman. Can I talk to you? In private?" He asked her, gesturing towards Goku, as if there was something he didn't want the younger Saiyan to hear...
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Ooops...I think I did it again! ACK! Not Britney! Anything but that! *runs to hide in corner* That wasn't too bad I hope, I gots to go now, see ya next time, and as always, r/r. :)
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Disclaimer: Wait, you STILL haven't figured it out? *sigh* I give up!!
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Last time, on THE VOW...
"I don't care what that woman does, like you said, she can take care of herself, and even if she couldn't, it still wouldn't be any of my business, correct?" Vegeta asked back, as if looking for reassurance.
"Yeah Vegeta,that's good, because then you won't mind the fact that Bulma just pulled up...Or the fact that Yamcha's with her." Goku said as he stood up. HE glanced at vegeta who had for just a moment, let a look of shock play over his features before replacing his traditional stony glare "You just wait here, I'll go make sure everything's ok." Goku told him, before making his way to the house.
"Hey, Bulma, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked her just as she and Yamcha got to the steps...
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Um...yeah Goku, what ya need?" Bulma slurred as she moved away from Yamcha. Goku took a small step back, the alcohol on her breath making him more than a bit wary.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Bulma? I mean, you seem a bit..um..tipsy to me." Goku stated honestly, his eyes darting back and forth from Bulma, to Yamcha, who stood on the steps a few feet away, seemingly studying a small tear in the flowered wallpaper.
"Thanks for the concern Goku, but I'm ok, I just really need to get laid. Hehehehe..." She stumbled to him, and put an arm around his shoulder for support.
"Bulma, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that's not the only thing you need. Why don't you wait here, and I'll go get you a big cup of coffee, how's that sound?" He tried to steer her to the couch, but being the stubborn woman that she was, Bulma refused to move.
"Dammit! Why does everyone have to treat me like a child? I'm not a child! Jesus Goku, I'm older than you are! Do me a favor, and go jump off a bridge, ok? And take PRINCE Vegeta with you!" She screamed mockingly.
Vegeta, who had been standing against the wooden frame of the kitchen door, let out a small grunt. "Leave her be, Kakarot, she's hell bent on making her mistakes, leave her to it. She'll regret it in the morning." He stated gruffly before casting a glance in Bulma's direction. He turned abruptly, and stalked from the room, never once glancing back at the blue haired beauty behind him.
"Yes, Katarok, or whatever that silly little word is, leave me alone!" With that. Bulma turned and ran, or rather stumbled up the stairs, with Yamcha close on her heels.
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"I KNOW she's a big girl Vegeta, but she doesn't know what she's doing! She's dead drunk, I don't want her to have to regret it in the morning." Goku whined to him, half mad, half in tears.
"You saw what she wants Kakarot, and whether we like it or not, that woman's made up her mind to have it. Even if she did have to lower herself to being a complete whore to get it." Vegeta replied back, seemingly calm, but his eyes kept drifting up to the window above Goku's head, where two shadows could be seen on the wall. "You know what the only problem with that is?" He asked, gesturing to the window.
"Lemme guess, the only problem is, that isn't you?" Goku asked him, his suspicions confirmed when Vegeta's face flushed just a tiny bit, and he looked at his feet to control it.
"Kakarot, remind me to kill you slowly." Was all Vegeta said in reply as the two walked back to the gravity room.
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Yamcha drew in a deep breath as he looked at the woman in front of him. She had discarded her dress, and it lay in a small pool at her feet. She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She made a quick gesture for him to lie down on the bed. He did as she asked, and she crawled over to him, where she straddled his hips. She leaned down to kiss him, only to find that, he lay there, as if he were waiting for her, but he ws snoring! As soon as he layed down, the alcohol had knocked him out cold. She sat there for a minute, staring at him, before standing up as if she was in a trance. She walked to her bathroom, and pulled on her black satin robe, before turning to walk downstairs.
She made her way down the stairs carefully, not really caring to see what the carpet tasted like. When she reached the bottom, she was greeted by the warm wind, as it came in through the open windows. Like a zombie she made her way to the kitchen, and pulled open the refrigerator door. She pulled out a diet coke, and made her way out to the small patio. The night was warm, and she was tempted to loosen the robe around her, until she looked to her right and noticed that the gravity room light was still on, and she thought better of it.
She wasn't sure of how long she sat there before she noticed the gravity room power down, and the two Saiyan warriors emerged from inside. When Goku spotted Bulma, he took off at a brisk jog towards her.
"Hey Bulma! You ok? What are you doin out here by yourself?" he asked her worriedly.
"I'm ok Goku, just had a bit of a set back, you might say." She replied, lowering her eyes to the ground.
"What happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?" He asked as he began looking her over for cuts or bruises.
"Huh? No! Nothing like that! He um...well, he sorta passed out." She told him, her face turning a deep shade of red.
"The weakling couldn't handle his alcohol, eh?" A gruff voice caused her took look up quickly. She stared straight into Vegeta's eyes for just a moment before lowering hers to face the ground again.
"Guess not." Was her only reply as she got from her chair to go back inside. "Hey, Goku, you think you could go get Yamcha and take him home for me?" She asked him sincerely.
"No prob Bulma, just gimme a sec to grab somethin to drink, and I'll be right up, k?" Came his reply.
"Woman. Can I talk to you? In private?" He asked her, gesturing towards Goku, as if there was something he didn't want the younger Saiyan to hear...
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Ooops...I think I did it again! ACK! Not Britney! Anything but that! *runs to hide in corner* That wasn't too bad I hope, I gots to go now, see ya next time, and as always, r/r. :)
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