OK- first few things…
Sorry I took so long to update… LOTS of things been creeping up
I hurt my finger! I broke half of the nail off! *grimaces*
Annnnnd… Chikyuu-jin is earthling- as in- someone that lives of earth. Ningen is human, (or carrot- or is that Ninjin?) and you know what saiyan is…
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Three Diamonds
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Chef
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"O man! My feet hurt! Hey! Um- Goku! Slow down! Please?" Bulma whined- trailing back from the taller chikyuu-jin.
"Why? What's wrong?" The saiyan asked, oblivious to the girl's discomfort.
Bulma pouted and pointed to her limbs "My feet hurt!"
"Huh?" The naïve creature asked, turning and looking at the female, eyebrows raised to maximum extent "How come?"
"It's all this walking duuffus!" Bulma screamed, causing Goku to hold his head in pain, again "Where's this house of yours?! I'm tired! I'm hungry! I'm cold! It looks like it's going to rain-" As she was saying, the clouds decided it was time to break "And on top of that I'm bored with your tasteless lack of conversation! You sure don't know how to treat a girl do you!?"
Goku shrugged " Granpa said ta' treat a girl good. So we'll have dinner as soon as we get home" He turned and continued up the mountain they had been climbing- annoyance soon set in on the now soggy Bulma.
"And where is this home?! Pray do tell!" She screamed once more.
"Here" The saiyan replied, at the same moment of reaching the sumit. He displayed the small, yet well decorated house with a little pride "S'what Granpa-pa left me"
Bulma shivered, hurrying herself to under the porch and waiting for the saiyan to lead in, he did so, and they brought a great deal of water in with themselves, as well as three sloppy fish.
The ningen brought a hoi-poi out of her pocket, opening it to reveal a wardrobe, which placed itself neatly against a wall. She quickly pulled out some tops, socks, and pants- she also drug out two towels from the bottom of the pile, and turned back to Goku, who was in the process of removing his cape and shirt.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Bulma panicked- though- she wouldn't mind seeing a guy without a shirt, she was to cold and wet to oogle at a 19 year old.
"Um- getting undressed and drying off" he replied, oblivious to the girl going purple and choking. She somehow managed to stop though before he continued.
"Can't you- change into something else?" She said, turning and looking, and also pondering which door led to the bedroom.
"Something else?" The boy questioned quirking an eyebrow at the girl's strange antics.
"Yes! -Another- set of clothes"
Goku shook his head "Only got me armour" He replied, and then laughed slightly as he saw Bulma's disgusted expression "Ahah! Funny!"
The girl sighed- just about giving up on the freak of nature that fate had presented before her. She pulled her clothes into her arms and closed the wardrobe door, picking another random one to lead into another room, she had almost touched the handle before Goku called out.
"No! Don't go in there please! It's granpa's special room! You can't go in there yet!"
Heading his cry, she picked another room to get changed in, but not before throwing one of her towels to aid Goku in his attire.
-o-o-o-o-o-
She was brought out of the room, drier, at least, by a delicious smell- something of that of sushi, spiced cod and soy. She followed it to an open door, leading to a small kitchen where Goku was busy over a stove cooking those exact items. The speed he worked with was amazing- he could get a career as a celebrity chef… if only he wasn't so dim-witted.
The ningen blushed as she noticed the saiyan's attire. It was the towel she'd partially -donated- to him, wrapped around his waist and fastened securely by a furry brown belt. She decided at that point to leave the kitchen and wait in the dining room, where two plates were already set neatly with glasses of home cultivated wine and cutlery. In a matter of no time at all, the food was served, and the saiyan was sat at the table opposite her-
"Grace" he managed, before diving -literally- into his meal. Bulma stared, face faulted and then observed her meal. It was amazing he made it in such a short time- he must have a miracle cooker or something- either that or one terrific sense of smell. The fish had been boiled, and dashed with cream and herbs- there was a siding of sushi, and a small pot of soy sauce. She quickly tucked in too.
After Goku had finished, he managed to keep his mouth empty. He smiled, and watched her, letting his tail sway back and fourth from its pervious locked position. Lucky for him- she hadn't noticed the extra appendage.
"Did you like it?" he asked, never once stopping his innocent gaze
"mn… wonderful!" Bulma exclaimed, before throwing another sushi in her mouth, not noticing the saiyan fixated on her and observing her appearance - strange he thought it was, and he also found her eyes as shiny and different from his own - before she finished he excused himself from the table- in order to get another round of his home made wine -which he discovered after trying to make grape juice- and the strawberries and fresh cream he'd learnt in 14 years of living on his own - how one could call him dumb after discovering to manufacture modern comforts, modern clothes and foods, was a mystery.
When he returned- Bulma set to work on devouring some - strawberries were her favourite! She wished she could have a lifetime's supply of them- and even though the cream was naughty- it tasted so fresh! She would have to ask the saiyan where he bought it- but when was the last time he'd met another human being?
"Is that nice?" The saiyan asked- quickly having finished his own portion and returning to his observant gaze- something that maintained his survival.
"Yes! Very!" Bulma granted him, looking up a warm smile on her face which faltered in the saiyan's unusual and tired looking gaze- if yawning was contagious- sleeping was too- she stretched in her place, and stood. He did the same and they retreated to the kitchen where Goku did the dishes and he and Bulma continued their scarce conversation.
"Thankyou for the lovely meal" Bulma bowed, respectfully. This wild-boy was no barbarian.
"Arigato, for your comment- I was hoping you'd like it- I caught it, grew it and processed it all by myself"
Bulma raised an eyebrow "even the wine?"
The saiyan nodded in reply, finishing his chores for the day and turning to the female. The three diamonds remained perched in his hair, and remained perched there for a second more before he slid the grip out of his bangs, and placed it on the table.
It was then Bulma noticed how handsome, kind, and innocent this boy- no- young man was- he looked strong, and her mind whirled in a million one ways to take advantage of that.
"Are you tired?" He asked, looking at her weary eyes, and leaning forward slightly and inquisitively.
"yes- I guess I am" Bulma agreed "It must have been all that walking today" she laughed, but stopped her humour as his large hand took her petite one and led her to his room, where a large bed laid.
"Granpa-pa bought it in the city one day when I was a child- about a week before-" he stopped
"What happened" Bulma asked the slightly distressed boy.
"A week before the full moon- that's all you need to know"
And then conversation was short- each settled down in opposite sides of the large bed- Bulma never releasing she was in the same bed and someone with a tail. Or that she was caught in a string of fate.
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O hope that was OK… I'm tired… I'm gonna go now…
*yawns* Read Gokus-Princess fics- they're great! Cummon people!
*passes out on floor and mutters somethin' bout Muffins*
Sorry I took so long to update… LOTS of things been creeping up
I hurt my finger! I broke half of the nail off! *grimaces*
Annnnnd… Chikyuu-jin is earthling- as in- someone that lives of earth. Ningen is human, (or carrot- or is that Ninjin?) and you know what saiyan is…
-----
Three Diamonds
-----
Chef
-----
"O man! My feet hurt! Hey! Um- Goku! Slow down! Please?" Bulma whined- trailing back from the taller chikyuu-jin.
"Why? What's wrong?" The saiyan asked, oblivious to the girl's discomfort.
Bulma pouted and pointed to her limbs "My feet hurt!"
"Huh?" The naïve creature asked, turning and looking at the female, eyebrows raised to maximum extent "How come?"
"It's all this walking duuffus!" Bulma screamed, causing Goku to hold his head in pain, again "Where's this house of yours?! I'm tired! I'm hungry! I'm cold! It looks like it's going to rain-" As she was saying, the clouds decided it was time to break "And on top of that I'm bored with your tasteless lack of conversation! You sure don't know how to treat a girl do you!?"
Goku shrugged " Granpa said ta' treat a girl good. So we'll have dinner as soon as we get home" He turned and continued up the mountain they had been climbing- annoyance soon set in on the now soggy Bulma.
"And where is this home?! Pray do tell!" She screamed once more.
"Here" The saiyan replied, at the same moment of reaching the sumit. He displayed the small, yet well decorated house with a little pride "S'what Granpa-pa left me"
Bulma shivered, hurrying herself to under the porch and waiting for the saiyan to lead in, he did so, and they brought a great deal of water in with themselves, as well as three sloppy fish.
The ningen brought a hoi-poi out of her pocket, opening it to reveal a wardrobe, which placed itself neatly against a wall. She quickly pulled out some tops, socks, and pants- she also drug out two towels from the bottom of the pile, and turned back to Goku, who was in the process of removing his cape and shirt.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Bulma panicked- though- she wouldn't mind seeing a guy without a shirt, she was to cold and wet to oogle at a 19 year old.
"Um- getting undressed and drying off" he replied, oblivious to the girl going purple and choking. She somehow managed to stop though before he continued.
"Can't you- change into something else?" She said, turning and looking, and also pondering which door led to the bedroom.
"Something else?" The boy questioned quirking an eyebrow at the girl's strange antics.
"Yes! -Another- set of clothes"
Goku shook his head "Only got me armour" He replied, and then laughed slightly as he saw Bulma's disgusted expression "Ahah! Funny!"
The girl sighed- just about giving up on the freak of nature that fate had presented before her. She pulled her clothes into her arms and closed the wardrobe door, picking another random one to lead into another room, she had almost touched the handle before Goku called out.
"No! Don't go in there please! It's granpa's special room! You can't go in there yet!"
Heading his cry, she picked another room to get changed in, but not before throwing one of her towels to aid Goku in his attire.
-o-o-o-o-o-
She was brought out of the room, drier, at least, by a delicious smell- something of that of sushi, spiced cod and soy. She followed it to an open door, leading to a small kitchen where Goku was busy over a stove cooking those exact items. The speed he worked with was amazing- he could get a career as a celebrity chef… if only he wasn't so dim-witted.
The ningen blushed as she noticed the saiyan's attire. It was the towel she'd partially -donated- to him, wrapped around his waist and fastened securely by a furry brown belt. She decided at that point to leave the kitchen and wait in the dining room, where two plates were already set neatly with glasses of home cultivated wine and cutlery. In a matter of no time at all, the food was served, and the saiyan was sat at the table opposite her-
"Grace" he managed, before diving -literally- into his meal. Bulma stared, face faulted and then observed her meal. It was amazing he made it in such a short time- he must have a miracle cooker or something- either that or one terrific sense of smell. The fish had been boiled, and dashed with cream and herbs- there was a siding of sushi, and a small pot of soy sauce. She quickly tucked in too.
After Goku had finished, he managed to keep his mouth empty. He smiled, and watched her, letting his tail sway back and fourth from its pervious locked position. Lucky for him- she hadn't noticed the extra appendage.
"Did you like it?" he asked, never once stopping his innocent gaze
"mn… wonderful!" Bulma exclaimed, before throwing another sushi in her mouth, not noticing the saiyan fixated on her and observing her appearance - strange he thought it was, and he also found her eyes as shiny and different from his own - before she finished he excused himself from the table- in order to get another round of his home made wine -which he discovered after trying to make grape juice- and the strawberries and fresh cream he'd learnt in 14 years of living on his own - how one could call him dumb after discovering to manufacture modern comforts, modern clothes and foods, was a mystery.
When he returned- Bulma set to work on devouring some - strawberries were her favourite! She wished she could have a lifetime's supply of them- and even though the cream was naughty- it tasted so fresh! She would have to ask the saiyan where he bought it- but when was the last time he'd met another human being?
"Is that nice?" The saiyan asked- quickly having finished his own portion and returning to his observant gaze- something that maintained his survival.
"Yes! Very!" Bulma granted him, looking up a warm smile on her face which faltered in the saiyan's unusual and tired looking gaze- if yawning was contagious- sleeping was too- she stretched in her place, and stood. He did the same and they retreated to the kitchen where Goku did the dishes and he and Bulma continued their scarce conversation.
"Thankyou for the lovely meal" Bulma bowed, respectfully. This wild-boy was no barbarian.
"Arigato, for your comment- I was hoping you'd like it- I caught it, grew it and processed it all by myself"
Bulma raised an eyebrow "even the wine?"
The saiyan nodded in reply, finishing his chores for the day and turning to the female. The three diamonds remained perched in his hair, and remained perched there for a second more before he slid the grip out of his bangs, and placed it on the table.
It was then Bulma noticed how handsome, kind, and innocent this boy- no- young man was- he looked strong, and her mind whirled in a million one ways to take advantage of that.
"Are you tired?" He asked, looking at her weary eyes, and leaning forward slightly and inquisitively.
"yes- I guess I am" Bulma agreed "It must have been all that walking today" she laughed, but stopped her humour as his large hand took her petite one and led her to his room, where a large bed laid.
"Granpa-pa bought it in the city one day when I was a child- about a week before-" he stopped
"What happened" Bulma asked the slightly distressed boy.
"A week before the full moon- that's all you need to know"
And then conversation was short- each settled down in opposite sides of the large bed- Bulma never releasing she was in the same bed and someone with a tail. Or that she was caught in a string of fate.
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O hope that was OK… I'm tired… I'm gonna go now…
*yawns* Read Gokus-Princess fics- they're great! Cummon people!
*passes out on floor and mutters somethin' bout Muffins*