VE: Oh please.. If I owned Vegeta, I'd be running for my life from
fangirls!!
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Ami was wandering about Capsule Corp, her body clothed in a baggy pink shirt and a dark blue spandex suit that Bulma had graciously let her have. Videl, who had immediately like Ami, had let Ami borrow a pair of yellow boots. Needless to say, she was clashing badly. But the 17 year old genius could care less at that moment, she was too absorbed in the world around her.
"Hnn... We're in a new dimension... And the natives are fast and very strong.. unusually fast and strong at that.." She stopped, covering her mouth with a hand as she realized she was thinking outloud, but then she began again, "That Prince Vegeta and his Sister, are they the leaders? No... His Sister seemed to be the center of affection, but not the center of power. He was the one in charge."
Her cheeks tinged pink as she remembered the sleek, compact body she had crashed down upon. The sapphire orbs began to glaze over as she imagined touching the hard, muscled chest of the Prince of the Saiya-jins. She gasped suddenly and covered her ears, bending over a bit. "Oh, impure thoughts! Stop it! Dirty mind, dirty mind!"
A curious Saiya-jin stood around the corner, spying on the Mercurian Princess and smirking at her actions. He has seen the heated blush on her cheeks, and the desire in her eyes. Too bad she was a weak woman, she would never be good enough for him. The Prince. His nostrils flared as he saw her turn around, and saw that the pink shirt she was wearing said 'BADMAN'.
"That's my shirt woman!!" he roared, causing Ami to turn around and stare at him with wide blue eyes. He stalked over to her and held an large, rough hand out. "Hand it over girl!" Regaining her free mind, those sapphire eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest, the shirt in question being protected.
"Are you planning on providing a replacement shirt for the one I am wearing if I do indeed hand over this one which I just so happen to like?"
He scowled, her genius attitude almost rubbing him raw. "No. Hand over the shirt."
"I refuse to run around this house topless, and I refuse to give you this shirt. Bulma let me borrow it. Therefore, you need to backdown, Your Highness Prince Vegeta."
If Vegeta wasn't so angry, he'd be laughing. This pathetically weak girl was standing up to him over a pink shirt! The look of rage on her face was priceless, her cheeks were flushed again, but from indignation. Her pretty eyes were sparking with fury and shooting daggers at him. Her entire body was tense, fists clenched, and her muscled tightened.
But the point was, she wasn't handing over HIS shirt.
Vegeta growled low and harshly, taking a step towards her. "The shirt, now, woman."
Ami's breath caught in her throat and then she snorted, relaxing before turning her head away. "No way, Vegetable." "Do you even realize of foolish this is? I can destroy you!" he sneered, holding up a bluish chi blast in his hand and bringing it close to her face.
There was a heat, close to her cheek, Ami realized. She glanced at the chi coldly from the corner of her eyes, then brought her hand up and touched a fingertip to it. Vegeta stared at the now heavy ball of solid ice in his hand, then glared at her.
She covered her mouth with that freehand, stifling a yawn. "Vegetable, you know you are stronger than me, so it will make you look like a coward if you fight me. A weak, defenseless, pitiful girl."
Vegeta's obsidian eyes flashed jade for a moment and then he threw his head back. Ami blinked and turned to him, thinking something was wrong as he fell to the ground, clutching his sides. "Geta? Are you alright??"
It took her a few seconds to make out the sounds of strangled laughter that were falling out of Vegeta's mouth, and she scowled. "Geta, you're an asshole, you know that?"
She walked away from him angrily, leaving him on the floor in guffaws. When he finally sat up, she was gone, and he sat back against a wall, staring at the opposite one. It took him all of two seconds to remember she still had his shirt.
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Usagi was sitting outside Caspule Corp in the front yard, doing nothing other than playing a video game that Chibi Trunks had given her to use. "Senshi Ve come on! To the left, blast it blast it!!" She shouted, then facefaulted as Senshi Ve was destroyed by a strange looking youma.
Senshi Ve almost looked like a Sailor Senshi, wearing a skin tight blue body suit, white fuku and yellow bows. Her gloves and boots almost reminded Usagi of the saiya-jin ones Vegeta and Alanna had. Maybe they had Sailor Senshi here too?
Her thoughts flitted away as a shadow covered her, and she looked up to see a goofily smiling man with black hair. "Ohayo Goku-san." He waved, "Ohayo Usagi-san, daijoubu ka?"
"Daijoubu."
"So ka..."
She continued with her game, almost ignoring him as he sat down behind her in the grass and peeked over her shoulder. "Ah! Uh, oo.." It was cute, she thought, how he made those little noises intune to what happened to Senshi Ve. If she got hit, he'd go 'ah' or 'uh', 'oo' generally meant, 'how did you do that?'.
He blinked as she handed him the game over her shoulder. "You want to play?" "Can I??"
"I'll help you." She motioned for him to scoot up and sit beside her, and when he did she leaned against his shoulder, sitting close to him. "Okay, this button makes her jump and that one makes an blast thing. That one makes her go forward..." Goku nodded, and she reached over his arm and hit the 'start' button.
'BEGIN!' flashed on the tiny screen and she grinned widely as Goku did so. "To the left to the left! No, chi blast! Come back here!! Jump jump jump!" She blinked as his score begin to rocket over hers, "You're better than me at this game! No way!"
He flashed a sweet smile at her and then stared in horror at his game over. The split second used to look to her was the split second the game decided to use a blast against Senshi Ve and kill her.
"Awww, I lost."
"It's okay, come on, want to play again?"
He looked over at her bright blue eyes, shining with laughter and mirth. With an awed expression, he nodded and she leaned against him again, her chin resting on his shoulder. He blushed faintly, but began the game anew, and in no time both of the were shouting things to Senshi Ve in hopes they could keep her alive for just a bit longer.
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Okay people, so far Sailor Oracle will be the Senshi. Some people don't like an Ami/Vegeta pairing, but I do love them. Too rare for my tastes! Anyways, Shini-Setsuki, how was that? They aren't at total odds with each other, but they will be fighting a bit. Yes, I suppose they are a tiny itsy bit out of character, but in the first chapter I did say Ami changed.
And the video game thing, it was too cute to resist. So ya'all, reviewing good.
Now, so far the couples seem to be leaning towards:
Ami/ Vegeta (dur)
Usagi/ Goku (another dur)
Makoto/ Gohan
Minako/ Mirai no Trunks
Rei/ Raditz
As for the rest of them, well you guys haven't really figured out who with who. I've gotten one Haruka/Krillin and a Michiru/Yamcha. And everyone's slightly even on the Hotaru thing.
Ja matta ne!!
Violet Eyes
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Ami was wandering about Capsule Corp, her body clothed in a baggy pink shirt and a dark blue spandex suit that Bulma had graciously let her have. Videl, who had immediately like Ami, had let Ami borrow a pair of yellow boots. Needless to say, she was clashing badly. But the 17 year old genius could care less at that moment, she was too absorbed in the world around her.
"Hnn... We're in a new dimension... And the natives are fast and very strong.. unusually fast and strong at that.." She stopped, covering her mouth with a hand as she realized she was thinking outloud, but then she began again, "That Prince Vegeta and his Sister, are they the leaders? No... His Sister seemed to be the center of affection, but not the center of power. He was the one in charge."
Her cheeks tinged pink as she remembered the sleek, compact body she had crashed down upon. The sapphire orbs began to glaze over as she imagined touching the hard, muscled chest of the Prince of the Saiya-jins. She gasped suddenly and covered her ears, bending over a bit. "Oh, impure thoughts! Stop it! Dirty mind, dirty mind!"
A curious Saiya-jin stood around the corner, spying on the Mercurian Princess and smirking at her actions. He has seen the heated blush on her cheeks, and the desire in her eyes. Too bad she was a weak woman, she would never be good enough for him. The Prince. His nostrils flared as he saw her turn around, and saw that the pink shirt she was wearing said 'BADMAN'.
"That's my shirt woman!!" he roared, causing Ami to turn around and stare at him with wide blue eyes. He stalked over to her and held an large, rough hand out. "Hand it over girl!" Regaining her free mind, those sapphire eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest, the shirt in question being protected.
"Are you planning on providing a replacement shirt for the one I am wearing if I do indeed hand over this one which I just so happen to like?"
He scowled, her genius attitude almost rubbing him raw. "No. Hand over the shirt."
"I refuse to run around this house topless, and I refuse to give you this shirt. Bulma let me borrow it. Therefore, you need to backdown, Your Highness Prince Vegeta."
If Vegeta wasn't so angry, he'd be laughing. This pathetically weak girl was standing up to him over a pink shirt! The look of rage on her face was priceless, her cheeks were flushed again, but from indignation. Her pretty eyes were sparking with fury and shooting daggers at him. Her entire body was tense, fists clenched, and her muscled tightened.
But the point was, she wasn't handing over HIS shirt.
Vegeta growled low and harshly, taking a step towards her. "The shirt, now, woman."
Ami's breath caught in her throat and then she snorted, relaxing before turning her head away. "No way, Vegetable." "Do you even realize of foolish this is? I can destroy you!" he sneered, holding up a bluish chi blast in his hand and bringing it close to her face.
There was a heat, close to her cheek, Ami realized. She glanced at the chi coldly from the corner of her eyes, then brought her hand up and touched a fingertip to it. Vegeta stared at the now heavy ball of solid ice in his hand, then glared at her.
She covered her mouth with that freehand, stifling a yawn. "Vegetable, you know you are stronger than me, so it will make you look like a coward if you fight me. A weak, defenseless, pitiful girl."
Vegeta's obsidian eyes flashed jade for a moment and then he threw his head back. Ami blinked and turned to him, thinking something was wrong as he fell to the ground, clutching his sides. "Geta? Are you alright??"
It took her a few seconds to make out the sounds of strangled laughter that were falling out of Vegeta's mouth, and she scowled. "Geta, you're an asshole, you know that?"
She walked away from him angrily, leaving him on the floor in guffaws. When he finally sat up, she was gone, and he sat back against a wall, staring at the opposite one. It took him all of two seconds to remember she still had his shirt.
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Usagi was sitting outside Caspule Corp in the front yard, doing nothing other than playing a video game that Chibi Trunks had given her to use. "Senshi Ve come on! To the left, blast it blast it!!" She shouted, then facefaulted as Senshi Ve was destroyed by a strange looking youma.
Senshi Ve almost looked like a Sailor Senshi, wearing a skin tight blue body suit, white fuku and yellow bows. Her gloves and boots almost reminded Usagi of the saiya-jin ones Vegeta and Alanna had. Maybe they had Sailor Senshi here too?
Her thoughts flitted away as a shadow covered her, and she looked up to see a goofily smiling man with black hair. "Ohayo Goku-san." He waved, "Ohayo Usagi-san, daijoubu ka?"
"Daijoubu."
"So ka..."
She continued with her game, almost ignoring him as he sat down behind her in the grass and peeked over her shoulder. "Ah! Uh, oo.." It was cute, she thought, how he made those little noises intune to what happened to Senshi Ve. If she got hit, he'd go 'ah' or 'uh', 'oo' generally meant, 'how did you do that?'.
He blinked as she handed him the game over her shoulder. "You want to play?" "Can I??"
"I'll help you." She motioned for him to scoot up and sit beside her, and when he did she leaned against his shoulder, sitting close to him. "Okay, this button makes her jump and that one makes an blast thing. That one makes her go forward..." Goku nodded, and she reached over his arm and hit the 'start' button.
'BEGIN!' flashed on the tiny screen and she grinned widely as Goku did so. "To the left to the left! No, chi blast! Come back here!! Jump jump jump!" She blinked as his score begin to rocket over hers, "You're better than me at this game! No way!"
He flashed a sweet smile at her and then stared in horror at his game over. The split second used to look to her was the split second the game decided to use a blast against Senshi Ve and kill her.
"Awww, I lost."
"It's okay, come on, want to play again?"
He looked over at her bright blue eyes, shining with laughter and mirth. With an awed expression, he nodded and she leaned against him again, her chin resting on his shoulder. He blushed faintly, but began the game anew, and in no time both of the were shouting things to Senshi Ve in hopes they could keep her alive for just a bit longer.
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Okay people, so far Sailor Oracle will be the Senshi. Some people don't like an Ami/Vegeta pairing, but I do love them. Too rare for my tastes! Anyways, Shini-Setsuki, how was that? They aren't at total odds with each other, but they will be fighting a bit. Yes, I suppose they are a tiny itsy bit out of character, but in the first chapter I did say Ami changed.
And the video game thing, it was too cute to resist. So ya'all, reviewing good.
Now, so far the couples seem to be leaning towards:
Ami/ Vegeta (dur)
Usagi/ Goku (another dur)
Makoto/ Gohan
Minako/ Mirai no Trunks
Rei/ Raditz
As for the rest of them, well you guys haven't really figured out who with who. I've gotten one Haruka/Krillin and a Michiru/Yamcha. And everyone's slightly even on the Hotaru thing.
Ja matta ne!!
Violet Eyes