Vegeta hovered in the rain, above the dampened earth, letting the coolness
envolp him. He loved this part of the earth he called home now. It seemed
that after every sparing match he had, it rains. So refreshing and
soothing. A rumble in the distance warned him of his high heigh and advised
him to land and seek refuge. Reluctantly, he headed back to the CC only to
meet up with an angry Bulma.
"VEGETA!" she shreiked, making his ear drums rattle, "You promised Trunks that you'd spend some time with him today. It's almost over and it's raining." she placed her hands on her hips, while he gave a glance into the living room, only too see His son and Goten playing video games.
Still dripping wet, "It seems that he's having a good ehouth time as it is, playing with Kakarott's brat."
"That's because he didn't have anyone else to play with. You were supposed to be there."
"It's not my fault if he's too weak to train with me. He must have gotten that from your side." and crossed his arms.
He knew how frustrated this got her. "Go away. Go some where, I don't care. I need to clean the house." and she turned away. Tired that he was, Vegeta treged up the stairs to his room, took off the wet clothes and climbed into bed. He soon fell into a deep slumber...
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Vegeta sat on the soft grass of a distant planet, leaning up against a tree, not giving a care in the world. It was his old home world, Vegeta, and he was five again. His father was off, making deal with the then living Freeza when someone came up and tackled him to the ground. Furious, he jumped up and saw a female, just a little bit taller then he, laughing at him. "What do you want?" he asked, as if he knew her. She mumbled something but he really didn't care what it was. Coldly he replied, "I don't care. If you came here to fight, lets go but if you only came here to laugh at me, then you are dissmissed." he pointd at the door.
She replied, "I'm being dissmissed?" and laughed, "I'll make you a deal, if you can make me leave, I'll leave. If not, I'm going to bug you somemore." He agreed and charged after her. Just as easily as can be, she lept up into the air and doged his attack. Then an omnious voice filled the area.
"DEMINI..."
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Vegeta woke suddenly, remembering where he was, and trying to remember where he heard of that name before. He kept repeating Demini over and over again, as he dressed and headed down stairs to the kitchen. He concentrated so much, he didn't see one of Trunks's toys on the stair. Inevidably, he steped on it, slid all the way down to the bottom, and landed with a thud. "TRUNKS!" he yelled at the boy, still playing games.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry father," he came runing over.
"Pick up these toys, brat." and continued on with his food mission, totally forgetting what had transpired in his dream. "Woman, where's some food, I'm starving." and sat roughly at the table...
Dammit, I'm sorry it was short, I've been hit with the writters bloce and when I come uo with something new, I'll post it. Mabey next time I'll put up a disclaimer...
"VEGETA!" she shreiked, making his ear drums rattle, "You promised Trunks that you'd spend some time with him today. It's almost over and it's raining." she placed her hands on her hips, while he gave a glance into the living room, only too see His son and Goten playing video games.
Still dripping wet, "It seems that he's having a good ehouth time as it is, playing with Kakarott's brat."
"That's because he didn't have anyone else to play with. You were supposed to be there."
"It's not my fault if he's too weak to train with me. He must have gotten that from your side." and crossed his arms.
He knew how frustrated this got her. "Go away. Go some where, I don't care. I need to clean the house." and she turned away. Tired that he was, Vegeta treged up the stairs to his room, took off the wet clothes and climbed into bed. He soon fell into a deep slumber...
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Vegeta sat on the soft grass of a distant planet, leaning up against a tree, not giving a care in the world. It was his old home world, Vegeta, and he was five again. His father was off, making deal with the then living Freeza when someone came up and tackled him to the ground. Furious, he jumped up and saw a female, just a little bit taller then he, laughing at him. "What do you want?" he asked, as if he knew her. She mumbled something but he really didn't care what it was. Coldly he replied, "I don't care. If you came here to fight, lets go but if you only came here to laugh at me, then you are dissmissed." he pointd at the door.
She replied, "I'm being dissmissed?" and laughed, "I'll make you a deal, if you can make me leave, I'll leave. If not, I'm going to bug you somemore." He agreed and charged after her. Just as easily as can be, she lept up into the air and doged his attack. Then an omnious voice filled the area.
"DEMINI..."
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Vegeta woke suddenly, remembering where he was, and trying to remember where he heard of that name before. He kept repeating Demini over and over again, as he dressed and headed down stairs to the kitchen. He concentrated so much, he didn't see one of Trunks's toys on the stair. Inevidably, he steped on it, slid all the way down to the bottom, and landed with a thud. "TRUNKS!" he yelled at the boy, still playing games.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry father," he came runing over.
"Pick up these toys, brat." and continued on with his food mission, totally forgetting what had transpired in his dream. "Woman, where's some food, I'm starving." and sat roughly at the table...
Dammit, I'm sorry it was short, I've been hit with the writters bloce and when I come uo with something new, I'll post it. Mabey next time I'll put up a disclaimer...
