Hey, so you liked the last chap, eh? I'm really sorry to anyone that I might be bothering with dragging the fic out, but I hate rushed fics, therefore mine won't be rushed...You should have figured this out, people, I'm not stuck in a rut, and the more you tell me I am, the longer I'm gonna make you wait, after all, no one's MAKING me write the fic... And if you know I write this way, and you don't like it, THEN DON'T READ IT!! I love each and every one of you guys, and you know that, but, the fic's almost over, so sit back, and enjoy it while you still can. Because I promise, when it's all said and done, It will have been one hell of a ride...
Ok, now that I've gotten that off my chest, I need fanart, Crystalline and woogster are gonna draw me piccies, but Crystalline's being mean and won't do it until the ficcie's done, and woogster doesn't have a scanner, plus, call me greedy...I WANT MORE!!! Hmm...So, if anyone can draw me a pic that somehow fits with the story, then PLEASE let me know, k? Oh, and I've got a new plug for ya today! Go read Woogster's fic, "A Proud Love" the first four chaps are up, and yes, it's a V/B! I expect to see some reviews guys! :) And if you have a fic you want me to plug, lemme now, I'll put it up here... Special thanks to Woogster for helping me with this chap! Couldn't have done it without ya! To Kahlan Nightwing, you think my obsession with Vegeta's bad? then you REALLY don't wanna hear about what I'd do to Goku. Heh...Oh, and hi to My court jester, Saiyan_Angel go read her ficcie, Trunks' Friend. It's soooooo koolies and hi to my royal dentist, Sierra :) Ok guys, I know, I'm babbling now... ON WITH THE FIC!!!
Disclaimer: Happy New Year, guys! Love you all! Oh, and guess what? I own something!! I own...my alarm clock!!! YAY!!!
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Last time, on The Vow:
Vegeta just stood there, dumbfounded. *The woman's been crying? And her...mate...was crying too? Why were they crying?* He asked himself, before turning to look at the woman sitting on the bed in front of him.
"Woman...." He said aloud, before allowing his voice to trail off at the end.
"Vegeta...I..."
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"Vegeta...I... Goku, do you think you could um, excuse us for a minute?" Bulma asked him, her eyes never breaking contact from the man in front of her.
"Um, ok, I'm just gonna...go get some food or something... I'll um, see you guys later." Goku said, before backing out the door, a rather confused look on his face.
"Well woman, you've got me all alone, what ARE you planning?" Vegeta asked her, his smirk a bit wider than usual.
"Oh, can it Vegeta. It's not like I can exactly jump your bones or anything." She shot back at him, her blue eyes sparkling.
"Yes, but my question to you is, if you could, would you?" He asked her, enjoying it immensely when her cheeks turned a deep red.
"I..d..I have not idea what you're talking about! What gives you the idea I would EVER come near you again?" She asked him, her uncertainty a bit too clear in her voice for her liking. She turned her head away from him, only to find a strong hand pulling it back. She looked up, and found herself swimming in two endless, black pools. *Damn...I forgot how his eyes...affect me..." She cursed herself for a moment for feeling that way about him, , before forcing herself to drop her gaze.
"What's the matter woman? You look a bit...pale." He told her, before releasing her face, and walking to the large window on the far side of the room. "So, tell me, what is it that you felt you needed to bother me with?" He asked her, his eyes never leaving the window in front of him.
"You don't have to be so mean about it, you know. It wouldn't hurt you to say 'Bulma, what's wrong.' Or 'Bulma, what'd that idiot Yamcha do now?' Or..." Her voice was abruptly cut off by that of the Saiyan Prince.
"What DID he do?" He demanded roughly. He was back beside the bed before she even had a chance to blink, his scowl deepened at the mention of the scarred warrior's name. He scanned over her body once, as if checking for any sign that Yamcha might've hurt her in any way.
Bulma noticed his gaze, and laughed to herself, before summoning up the last of her courage, and lifting her head to look him in the eyes once more. "Vegeta! I'm surprised at you! You should know Yamcha wouldn't hit me! And to tell you the truth, I pity the man that ever tried to. If I didn't kill him, then Goku would, so I wouldn't worry about that too much." She said, noticing the way his eyes narrowed just a bit when she mentioned Goku's name. "No, what Yamcha did was something that hurt a lot worse. He...broke up with me... he said something about there being something he couldn't give me...and that someone else could. I don't...I don't have any clue what he's talking about, of course. But, I just thought you might like to know that He had um, called off the wedding, so I guess me and you are all Trunks has..." She choked out, before breaking down into tears once again.
"Woman, is that all you know how to do? Cry? It's all you ever SEEM to do. Why cry over the loss of THAT?" He asked her, never once letting his gaze fall from hers. "Why should MY brat have needed the weak human, anyway? He's ALREADY stronger than him!" He told her, breathing a silent sigh of relief when he saw a smile tug at the edges of her mouth.
"I don't know what Yamcha was thinking. I mean...hell, I dunno what I mean... I'm having a bad day..." She mumbled more to herself, than to the room's other occupant.
"Well woman, if you're quite through, I have training to attend to. I trust they'll be sending you home, shortly then?" He asked her, before turning back to the door, to leave.
"I think they're sending me home tomorrow, I'm really not sure though, they've got to run a few tests first, to make sure everything's ok." She told him, surprised that he had even cared enough to wonder when she could leave.
"And what kind of test might those be?" He asked, his brows knitted in confusion.
"Um, Vegeta, I really don't think you wanna know that." She told him with a light chuckle in her voice.
"I know that look. And when you give me that look, bad things happen. So, you're right...I don't want to know." Vegeta said, before giving her a quick nod, as if to say goodbye, and walking from the room.
Bulma sighed, and turned her head to look out the window. "Goodbye Vegeta." she said aloud, before turning on the TV, and flipping through the channels, finally settling on a show about the world's strangest commercials.
Goku walked in sometime later, to find Bulma sound asleep, Vegeta nowhere to be found, and the television droning on endlessly in the background, something about a commercial against drinking. There was a line of text in small print at the bottom of the screen where they were showing a staged fight. Goku squinted a bit to read it, and laughed when he managed to make out what it said. "This little beating up was brought to you in association with Drunk men. Drunk men, 100% guaranteed to ruin your day." He read it aloud, to make sure he'd seen it right, and upon finding out that he had, he burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, awakening the blue haired woman sleeping on the bed.
"Huh? Goku? What're you doing here?" She asked sleepily, upon seeing the orange-clad Saiyan rolling on her floor, laughing.
"Oh, sorry Bulma, I just say something funny, that's all. Didn't mean to wake you." He apologized, before walking to the plastic crib, where the lavender haired baby slept. "Hey, I haven't gotten to hold the little one yet, can I?" Goku asked, his face closely resembling that of a lost puppy.
"Yeah, just PLEASE be careful. He can't fly yet, ya know." She told him cautiously.
"I know! Chichi said the same thing when Gohan was born!" He told her, happily, before reaching in, and lifting the tiny baby into his muscular arms. "Hey! He's got purple hair! Just like your dad! How cool is that?" He asked, his voice hushed, so as not to wake the little one.
"Yeah, I know. I think that'll please my dad. Speaking of my parents, Yamcha was supposed to pick us up from the hospital when we leave, but since...everything...fell apart, could you go by the house, and ask my parent's to come get me? Don't tell then why Yamcha isn't coming, just tell them to come, ok?" She asked him, before giving him the same puppy dog look that he'd given her only moments before.
They stayed like that for awhile, catching up, and gossiping, the way that only the best of friends can, before Goku bid her farewell, with a promise to tell her parents to pick her up.
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Vegeta sat on his balcony, listening to the rustling in the next room that came from HIS woman's weakling, packing to leave. He smiled a bit at the thought, and decided to terrorize the scarred warrior before he left. He flew from his balcony to hers, and opened the french doors into her room. There sat Yamcha, holding a picture of the two of them together, and the mushiness of the entire situation made Vegeta want to vomit. He leaned against the wall, and cleared his throat, in a futile attempt to announce his presence.
"I already knew you were there, Vegeta. I'm not as stupid as you'd like to think I am, you know." Yamcha told him, never once turning to face him. "And don't glare at me like that, YES, I know I've lost my mind for letting her go, and YES, you're right about the other man being you. Oh, and NO I don't have the slightest idea as to why I'm doing this." Yamcha said, before standing, and turning to face the Saiyan Prince. His eyes were bloodshot, and swollen, and his cheeks were still wet from freshly fallen tears. He glanced at Vegeta for just a second, before turning, gathering his things, and walking slowly to the door. He turned again, and said the words that he never thought he would have to say. "Take care of her man, she deserves it." And with that, he was gone, leaving Vegeta behind to think over what the younger warrior had told him.
"I intend to." He said aloud, before exiting the room, via the balcony, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
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Short, yes, I know, please don't yell at me, I'm having a bad day. I love you guys, and i'll write more VERY soon. I'll probably put up another chap tomorrow actually, to make up for this one being soooo short. Once again, I'm really sorry, but my heart's not in it right now, for some strange reason, I think I'm just tired...Ah, ok, enough about my probs...If anyone wants me to plug them, then let me know, and I will... Love ya! ~*Chante*~