Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, and I never will
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but, well I'm a very busy person. Its party time!
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Vegeta had sat staring at the knife for the past five minutes. He turned around and stared at the other side, and then got bored and started to inscribe his name in the table. After he finished he started to write "This class suks!" and "Smoke weed everyday".
"Now tell me what's the difference between a butter knife and a serving knife." Bulma looked impatient. She grabbed the knife from Vegeta's hands. "STOP DRAWING ON MY TABLE! And for God's sake learn some manners. I've been trying to teach for a week how to eat right, act right, and talk right. Now can you just behave for one night?"
Vegeta picked up the knife closet to him and flung it at Bulma, the knife barely missed and hit the wall next to her head. Vegeta tried again, he'd learned at this point it was better to ignore Bulma. This time the knife hit the wall on the opposite side of Bulma's head. Vegeta tried again, this time Bulma caught the blade right before it would've hit her face. She turned the blade around and pointed it at Vegeta.
"THAT"S IT, I'm done, you're obviously too retarded too no how act, so go upstairs and get ready for the party. We leave in three hours, if your not dressed I'll come up there and dress you myself!"
Vegeta being held at knife point walked up the stairs into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Bulma, on the other hand colasped on the couch, fatigued by the near death experience. Arghh! When will Vegeta ever learn? He could be such an ass at times. "Well I don't have time to screw with this, I have to go shower", Bulma said to herself.
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Steam poured out from the shower, just about hot enough. Vegeta stepped in, if it burned enough he could stop thinking about that woman. Damn her, even when they fought he always thought of her. Vegeta tried to think of something else, but everything he thought of brought him back to Bulma. Shit, come on stop thinking about her think about Kakarott. Even Goku wasn't enough to get Vegeta's mind off Bulma. "Alright! You win! I'll be nice for one night." Vegeta slammed his fist against the wall.. With his new resolution decided, he stopped thinking about her and finished bathing then turned off the shower.
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Bulma was also taking a shower. She however was not thinking about Vegeta. She was thinking about nothing actually, it was nice to have a break and she tuned out. Sleep, yes sleep would be nice. She'd been putting in a lot of over time to get ready for tonight and to present the scouters. "Oh god, I hope tonight will be relaxing, well I'm not gonna let Vegeta get in my way!" She walked out of the shower and slammed the door shut behind her.
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Vegeta was dressed and downstairs half an hour before Bulma told him to be there. He was wearing a tux, and even had a top hat to go with it. He was sitting on the couch looking at the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Edition. (reading is part of being cultured you know). He heard footsteps on the stairs, but continued to read the magazine. He felt someone tap his shoulder and turned around to look at Bulma. She looked shocking, she was wearing a short cut black dress that ended in a halter up at her neck. This accented her beautiful, especially her chest which seemed bigger.
"I see you like what I'm wearing, well at least your showing some respect, and hey stop looking there."
"I can look where ever the hell I want," Vegeta continued to stare ay Bulma. He stuffed the magazine in the couch and stood up still staring. Bulma grabbed his jaw and turned his head so she looked directly in his eyes.
"When I said don't look at me that way. I meant it. Understand?" Vegeta tore his head out her hand. He walked out of the room and got into the limo. Bulma followed him and the limo pulled out of the Brief's residence.
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A/N: Sorry I lied, no party tonight. Bummer oh well review and maybe someday we'll get to it. CYA ROUND! `kame!
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but, well I'm a very busy person. Its party time!
~*~*~*~
Vegeta had sat staring at the knife for the past five minutes. He turned around and stared at the other side, and then got bored and started to inscribe his name in the table. After he finished he started to write "This class suks!" and "Smoke weed everyday".
"Now tell me what's the difference between a butter knife and a serving knife." Bulma looked impatient. She grabbed the knife from Vegeta's hands. "STOP DRAWING ON MY TABLE! And for God's sake learn some manners. I've been trying to teach for a week how to eat right, act right, and talk right. Now can you just behave for one night?"
Vegeta picked up the knife closet to him and flung it at Bulma, the knife barely missed and hit the wall next to her head. Vegeta tried again, he'd learned at this point it was better to ignore Bulma. This time the knife hit the wall on the opposite side of Bulma's head. Vegeta tried again, this time Bulma caught the blade right before it would've hit her face. She turned the blade around and pointed it at Vegeta.
"THAT"S IT, I'm done, you're obviously too retarded too no how act, so go upstairs and get ready for the party. We leave in three hours, if your not dressed I'll come up there and dress you myself!"
Vegeta being held at knife point walked up the stairs into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Bulma, on the other hand colasped on the couch, fatigued by the near death experience. Arghh! When will Vegeta ever learn? He could be such an ass at times. "Well I don't have time to screw with this, I have to go shower", Bulma said to herself.
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Steam poured out from the shower, just about hot enough. Vegeta stepped in, if it burned enough he could stop thinking about that woman. Damn her, even when they fought he always thought of her. Vegeta tried to think of something else, but everything he thought of brought him back to Bulma. Shit, come on stop thinking about her think about Kakarott. Even Goku wasn't enough to get Vegeta's mind off Bulma. "Alright! You win! I'll be nice for one night." Vegeta slammed his fist against the wall.. With his new resolution decided, he stopped thinking about her and finished bathing then turned off the shower.
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Bulma was also taking a shower. She however was not thinking about Vegeta. She was thinking about nothing actually, it was nice to have a break and she tuned out. Sleep, yes sleep would be nice. She'd been putting in a lot of over time to get ready for tonight and to present the scouters. "Oh god, I hope tonight will be relaxing, well I'm not gonna let Vegeta get in my way!" She walked out of the shower and slammed the door shut behind her.
~*~*~*~
Vegeta was dressed and downstairs half an hour before Bulma told him to be there. He was wearing a tux, and even had a top hat to go with it. He was sitting on the couch looking at the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Edition. (reading is part of being cultured you know). He heard footsteps on the stairs, but continued to read the magazine. He felt someone tap his shoulder and turned around to look at Bulma. She looked shocking, she was wearing a short cut black dress that ended in a halter up at her neck. This accented her beautiful, especially her chest which seemed bigger.
"I see you like what I'm wearing, well at least your showing some respect, and hey stop looking there."
"I can look where ever the hell I want," Vegeta continued to stare ay Bulma. He stuffed the magazine in the couch and stood up still staring. Bulma grabbed his jaw and turned his head so she looked directly in his eyes.
"When I said don't look at me that way. I meant it. Understand?" Vegeta tore his head out her hand. He walked out of the room and got into the limo. Bulma followed him and the limo pulled out of the Brief's residence.
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A/N: Sorry I lied, no party tonight. Bummer oh well review and maybe someday we'll get to it. CYA ROUND! `kame!