Author's Note:Thank-you for the lovely reviews! Seriously. Well to answer one of the reviewers question. Bulma is very vulnerable. She thought Vegeta was gettin' it on with Ms. Slut-o-matic, so what else could she do? ..plus..Women are also very vulnerable. I hate to say it..but that's the truth. Well..Read On..and Try to enjoy, but most of all review and tell meh how stupid I am, and how much I suck. Okay?
Oh yeah, Let me repeat myself.. *ahem, cough, cough* THIS IS..THIS STORY RIGHT HERE IS A B/V! ok there I said it! But right now..it's a B/V/K/Y -- lol
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Dragonball Z
On That One Special Night
Chapter 12 - Reminiscing
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Bulma was sitting down at a table eating her breakfast, when Kunzoi showed up.
"Hey baby, guess what?" He told her in a semi-seductive voice.
Bulma sat up in her chair and asked, "What?"
"I told almost everyone about us..and..the wedding is planned for tomorrow.", He exclaimed.
Bulma who at the moment was drinking, spat it all out onto a coming slave.
"Um..sorry" She told the slave.
Then she looked up at Kunzoi, "Tomorrow?..why?"
"Well..tomorrow we get married and then..we leave back for Quoyusei, and enjoy your new home.", he replied.
She thought about it and mouthed out, "married...new home''
"Is there anything wrong?" Kunzoi asked her.
"No..of course not!" She replied quickly.
"I..I have to go..um..Brush my teeth, so I'll see you later!" She told him and got up to leave.
"I'm having a slave send up your dress!!" Kunzoi yelled to her, not knowing if she heard or not.
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Vegeta rubbed his eyes and yawned.
He had asleep thinking of idea's to get Bulma back.
He fully awoke, when he saw Yekusa at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.
Vegeta groaned and asked, "What do you want..bitch"
"Well..bastard, I wanted to ask you if you heard the good news?" She asked him in a perky annoying voice.
"That your going to leave and never return? That's awesome!" He replied.
Yekusa sighed, "No..stupid. Kunzoi is marrying Bulma..DUH! Everyone know's that"
"Well it seems I was lefted out", he growled.
Vegeta couldn't believe his Bulma..with that transvestite?
"And there's more!" She told him.
"What..?"
"They are getting married TOMORROW!" Yekusa yelled very excited.
"TOMORROW?!" Vegeta yelled even more loudly?
Yekusa nodded and giggled.
'Oh shit! Then I better do something fast..', Vegeta thought.
He got up and was about to change when he remembered that Yekusa was there.
"Oh! Don't worry..change! I surely won't mind!" She told him.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and said, "Slut..get out of here."
"But..I wan--", she whined.
"NOW!"
"Okay..okay..Sheesh.."
And Yekusa left, missing out the Prince cussing and fussing. Just plain..mad.
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Bulma yet again laid down on her soft, comfy bed moping (AN: As in to mope, or be glommy..sulk. Yah know..! ^_^)
"Oh..Xumeh..What shall I do?", sh easked the bear mindlessly.
Xumeh, the bear, was how she got her emotions out of her system.
Here she was able to let her emotions run free, without anyone seeing.
Bulma sighed dissapointed. "What am I suppose to do? How do I even know if I'm doing the damn right thing?"
She hugged the bear tightly. Then a sound came from if as usual.
"I'm the huggable, luffable, playable bear!"
"Oh, Xumeh... Please help me." She pleaded, not expecting an answer of any.
"I'm Xumeh the bear! Come to me with all your problems! SO TALK TO VEGETA AND STOP HUGGING ME SO FUCKING HARD! I HAVE FEELINGS TOO."
Bulma laid there in atonishment. "What..the..hell...just happened?" She asked to herself.
She dropped the bear, which she now thought was possessed.
Then she walked over to her door, "Well..might as well do something.."
As she opened the door she walked into stiff, hard, metal.
"What the hell is this wall doing here?" Bulma asked confused.
The 'wall' chuckled to her surprise.
"Still a brainless onna, that I always knew?" The wall spoke.
Bulma looked up and her eyes immediatly went into flames.
"Did you come here to insult..or jest? Or can you set aside so I can get on with my life?", she asked Vegeta.
Vegeta grunted then finally decided to say, "I heard."
"Oh you did? What do you think of it?" She asked Vegeta once again another question.
"Honestly, I think it's completely stupid, very arrogant and self-fish of you."
Bulma stepped back in awe, "What did you just say."
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and smirked, "You heard me Onna."
"You really don't make friends that often do you?"
"Why do I need them? They are useless."
"Then your saying what we..HAD was..useless?" She asked the saiyan.
Ouch. That hurt him. And he didn't know how to respond.
"Look..Bulma.. I just.. I--I.."
"What Vegeta? Hurry and say it. Your wasting my time."
"I--I.."
"You what?"
"I--I-...Congratulations! ..Yes that's what I wanted to say.. Congratulations!" He said panicing.
"..oh.. Thanks Vegeta. I wasn't expecting that." Bulma said with a semi- smile.
'And neither was I," The Prince thought to himself, "Damn you! Stupid Stupid..ME!..Argh! That wasn't what I was suppose to say!"
Bulma saw the look on his face. And it wasn't excatly what you would call.. Happy?
"Vegeta..You okay? You look like your having a fight with yourself." She said in a joking tone.
Finally Vegeta shrugged, "Bulma, don't do this."
"Do what?" She asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about," He replied.
"Oh..that. But.. I have to."
"No you don't. You don't even know him well enough."
"You mean as well as you know that slut?" She sneered.
Vegeta let the anger pass him. He wasn't about to let her marry to some.. Foreign Alien..Queer.And he wasn't about to loose her. Something he often never did.
"No..I didn't mean it like that."
Bulma noticed how calm his voice was. He didn't even raise it a knotch, like she did.
"Vegeta", she finally said after awhile and tryign to sound as calm as he did, "It's too late.."
"No..No! Bulma it's not!"
"You can't do anything about it."
"No, but you can.", he responded.
Bulma sighed, "And why would I?"
"Well..for one reason, you don't even want to do this."
Bulma stood there. For once she actually agreed with him. And she didn't answer.
Vegeta closed his eyes for a breif moment.
"You know it's true..and I'm truly, very sorry." He muttered softly and walked away.
Not before leaving a tiny miniture rose tucked behind her ear.
As he vanished, she took the baby rose from her ear and stared at it.
'Just like when we were in..' She reminisced.
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*Music startes like in a swirly sound, then slowly fades* ..heh
/The Palace Garden's/
A young but not to young, yet beatiful, yet maturing Bulma popped out from behind a tree.
"I gotcha!..Aw..your not here.." Bulma said saddly.
Bulma walked in some direction, and found herself getting lost without her knowing it.
"Vegeta! Vegeta! Okay, I give up! I can't find you!!"
The young two were playing Dragonball-finder. It was the saiyan way of playing the well known, 'Hide-n-go seek.'
One person would be the legendary. Then the second would play as a Dragonball and hide very discretly.
Bulma had been looking for her dragonball for over an hour.
She turned around and saw nothing usual.
"Oh no! I'm lost..!!!" She said loudly, like that would help.
Then some wierd looking saiyans came upon her.
"Hey Pick, look at this li'l blue haired angel. What do you think we should do with her?" A grown saiyan asked his partner.
"Heh..Take her back to our cabin. That's what I'm thinking."
"You sick pervert. But for once I agree with you, you know I can't hold my urge."
"Heh..Guten, I bet he innocense hasn't even been broken!", He laughed.
Guten laughed too in his own sick wasted way.
"Um..please don't.." Bulma begged, tears almost filling her eyes.
Guten, and Pick stared hard at Bulma. Especially at her forming..busom's.
She walked backwards trying to avoid there stare. but it was to intense.
She backed up into a large bellowing tree, and landing against it with a yelp.
The two saiyans looked at each other and nodded, then preceeded to walk slowly to their caught prey.
"Please..don't hurt..me.." Bulma cried and pleaded.
"Don't worry about a thing, It'll only hurt for a second..then you'll enjoy it. I'm positive." Pick told her.
"No!" Bulma cried out.
As the two were close enough, they each reach out a hand to touch her breast.
Bulma shuddered against the tree.
"How old are you lady?" Guten asked.
"I--I'm sixte--sixteen." She answered shakily.
As soon as their fingers could grasp upon anything, there hands were severed and blown away. Detached from their arms.
The men screamed in pain and agony.
"That's for touching something, that's not your property." A young male voice told the men sternly, with anger in his eyes.
"Who the hell do you think you ar-- Oh my God.. Sir..Prince.. I'm sorry." Pick replied quickly. Recognizing who had shreaded his hand apart.
"Hmph, you should be." Vegeta walked over to Bulma and picked her up.
"She was running away. She's my..slave." Vegeta told the men.
"I am so sorry, my prince. We did not know." Guten said and fell on one knee towards the prince.
"I'll be off then." And Vegeta flew away far from the huge garden's into a secluded area with Bulma in his arms.
He slowly set her back on her feet again.
"Are you okay?" Vegeta asked, trying to sound, 'manly' and not hinting concerned.
"Yea..Thank-you Vegeta.." Bulma said softly, and hugged him tightly.
"Are you sure..?"
Bulma nodded against his chest.
"They could've..could've.." she couldn't finish her sentence when she realized what had happened. She cried softly.
"You'll be okay.."
He sat her on a molded soft rock and plucked a baby crimson rose.
"Maybe..If I just had given in to them..they would of just let me go. maybe they wouldn't even had done anything to me. Maybe they just wanted tea!" Bulma thought hystrically.
Vegeta chuckled and smirked, "Nah..you wouldn't have wanted that."
He took the small rose in his hand and tucked it neatly behind her ear.
*Music starts again and fades*
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Author's Note: Okay just incase, you didn't get that. That was Bulma thinking about what had happened to her a few years before. Well.. What will happen next time?
I DON'T KNOW! lol..seriously! well I hoped you enjoy. maybe I won't get so many, "NOOOOOO!...etc, etc, etc," reviews this time..eh? Well..please review even if it just a
"YOU SUCK!" Thanks! ^_^
If you want to help me in any way, or suggest a few..suggestions. Then e- mail meh!
Luf Yah!
-Kate/DarkMistressAngel(s)
Oh yeah, Let me repeat myself.. *ahem, cough, cough* THIS IS..THIS STORY RIGHT HERE IS A B/V! ok there I said it! But right now..it's a B/V/K/Y -- lol
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Dragonball Z
On That One Special Night
Chapter 12 - Reminiscing
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Bulma was sitting down at a table eating her breakfast, when Kunzoi showed up.
"Hey baby, guess what?" He told her in a semi-seductive voice.
Bulma sat up in her chair and asked, "What?"
"I told almost everyone about us..and..the wedding is planned for tomorrow.", He exclaimed.
Bulma who at the moment was drinking, spat it all out onto a coming slave.
"Um..sorry" She told the slave.
Then she looked up at Kunzoi, "Tomorrow?..why?"
"Well..tomorrow we get married and then..we leave back for Quoyusei, and enjoy your new home.", he replied.
She thought about it and mouthed out, "married...new home''
"Is there anything wrong?" Kunzoi asked her.
"No..of course not!" She replied quickly.
"I..I have to go..um..Brush my teeth, so I'll see you later!" She told him and got up to leave.
"I'm having a slave send up your dress!!" Kunzoi yelled to her, not knowing if she heard or not.
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Vegeta rubbed his eyes and yawned.
He had asleep thinking of idea's to get Bulma back.
He fully awoke, when he saw Yekusa at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.
Vegeta groaned and asked, "What do you want..bitch"
"Well..bastard, I wanted to ask you if you heard the good news?" She asked him in a perky annoying voice.
"That your going to leave and never return? That's awesome!" He replied.
Yekusa sighed, "No..stupid. Kunzoi is marrying Bulma..DUH! Everyone know's that"
"Well it seems I was lefted out", he growled.
Vegeta couldn't believe his Bulma..with that transvestite?
"And there's more!" She told him.
"What..?"
"They are getting married TOMORROW!" Yekusa yelled very excited.
"TOMORROW?!" Vegeta yelled even more loudly?
Yekusa nodded and giggled.
'Oh shit! Then I better do something fast..', Vegeta thought.
He got up and was about to change when he remembered that Yekusa was there.
"Oh! Don't worry..change! I surely won't mind!" She told him.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and said, "Slut..get out of here."
"But..I wan--", she whined.
"NOW!"
"Okay..okay..Sheesh.."
And Yekusa left, missing out the Prince cussing and fussing. Just plain..mad.
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Bulma yet again laid down on her soft, comfy bed moping (AN: As in to mope, or be glommy..sulk. Yah know..! ^_^)
"Oh..Xumeh..What shall I do?", sh easked the bear mindlessly.
Xumeh, the bear, was how she got her emotions out of her system.
Here she was able to let her emotions run free, without anyone seeing.
Bulma sighed dissapointed. "What am I suppose to do? How do I even know if I'm doing the damn right thing?"
She hugged the bear tightly. Then a sound came from if as usual.
"I'm the huggable, luffable, playable bear!"
"Oh, Xumeh... Please help me." She pleaded, not expecting an answer of any.
"I'm Xumeh the bear! Come to me with all your problems! SO TALK TO VEGETA AND STOP HUGGING ME SO FUCKING HARD! I HAVE FEELINGS TOO."
Bulma laid there in atonishment. "What..the..hell...just happened?" She asked to herself.
She dropped the bear, which she now thought was possessed.
Then she walked over to her door, "Well..might as well do something.."
As she opened the door she walked into stiff, hard, metal.
"What the hell is this wall doing here?" Bulma asked confused.
The 'wall' chuckled to her surprise.
"Still a brainless onna, that I always knew?" The wall spoke.
Bulma looked up and her eyes immediatly went into flames.
"Did you come here to insult..or jest? Or can you set aside so I can get on with my life?", she asked Vegeta.
Vegeta grunted then finally decided to say, "I heard."
"Oh you did? What do you think of it?" She asked Vegeta once again another question.
"Honestly, I think it's completely stupid, very arrogant and self-fish of you."
Bulma stepped back in awe, "What did you just say."
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and smirked, "You heard me Onna."
"You really don't make friends that often do you?"
"Why do I need them? They are useless."
"Then your saying what we..HAD was..useless?" She asked the saiyan.
Ouch. That hurt him. And he didn't know how to respond.
"Look..Bulma.. I just.. I--I.."
"What Vegeta? Hurry and say it. Your wasting my time."
"I--I.."
"You what?"
"I--I-...Congratulations! ..Yes that's what I wanted to say.. Congratulations!" He said panicing.
"..oh.. Thanks Vegeta. I wasn't expecting that." Bulma said with a semi- smile.
'And neither was I," The Prince thought to himself, "Damn you! Stupid Stupid..ME!..Argh! That wasn't what I was suppose to say!"
Bulma saw the look on his face. And it wasn't excatly what you would call.. Happy?
"Vegeta..You okay? You look like your having a fight with yourself." She said in a joking tone.
Finally Vegeta shrugged, "Bulma, don't do this."
"Do what?" She asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about," He replied.
"Oh..that. But.. I have to."
"No you don't. You don't even know him well enough."
"You mean as well as you know that slut?" She sneered.
Vegeta let the anger pass him. He wasn't about to let her marry to some.. Foreign Alien..Queer.And he wasn't about to loose her. Something he often never did.
"No..I didn't mean it like that."
Bulma noticed how calm his voice was. He didn't even raise it a knotch, like she did.
"Vegeta", she finally said after awhile and tryign to sound as calm as he did, "It's too late.."
"No..No! Bulma it's not!"
"You can't do anything about it."
"No, but you can.", he responded.
Bulma sighed, "And why would I?"
"Well..for one reason, you don't even want to do this."
Bulma stood there. For once she actually agreed with him. And she didn't answer.
Vegeta closed his eyes for a breif moment.
"You know it's true..and I'm truly, very sorry." He muttered softly and walked away.
Not before leaving a tiny miniture rose tucked behind her ear.
As he vanished, she took the baby rose from her ear and stared at it.
'Just like when we were in..' She reminisced.
@!~@!~@!~@!~@!~@!~@!~@!~
*Music startes like in a swirly sound, then slowly fades* ..heh
/The Palace Garden's/
A young but not to young, yet beatiful, yet maturing Bulma popped out from behind a tree.
"I gotcha!..Aw..your not here.." Bulma said saddly.
Bulma walked in some direction, and found herself getting lost without her knowing it.
"Vegeta! Vegeta! Okay, I give up! I can't find you!!"
The young two were playing Dragonball-finder. It was the saiyan way of playing the well known, 'Hide-n-go seek.'
One person would be the legendary. Then the second would play as a Dragonball and hide very discretly.
Bulma had been looking for her dragonball for over an hour.
She turned around and saw nothing usual.
"Oh no! I'm lost..!!!" She said loudly, like that would help.
Then some wierd looking saiyans came upon her.
"Hey Pick, look at this li'l blue haired angel. What do you think we should do with her?" A grown saiyan asked his partner.
"Heh..Take her back to our cabin. That's what I'm thinking."
"You sick pervert. But for once I agree with you, you know I can't hold my urge."
"Heh..Guten, I bet he innocense hasn't even been broken!", He laughed.
Guten laughed too in his own sick wasted way.
"Um..please don't.." Bulma begged, tears almost filling her eyes.
Guten, and Pick stared hard at Bulma. Especially at her forming..busom's.
She walked backwards trying to avoid there stare. but it was to intense.
She backed up into a large bellowing tree, and landing against it with a yelp.
The two saiyans looked at each other and nodded, then preceeded to walk slowly to their caught prey.
"Please..don't hurt..me.." Bulma cried and pleaded.
"Don't worry about a thing, It'll only hurt for a second..then you'll enjoy it. I'm positive." Pick told her.
"No!" Bulma cried out.
As the two were close enough, they each reach out a hand to touch her breast.
Bulma shuddered against the tree.
"How old are you lady?" Guten asked.
"I--I'm sixte--sixteen." She answered shakily.
As soon as their fingers could grasp upon anything, there hands were severed and blown away. Detached from their arms.
The men screamed in pain and agony.
"That's for touching something, that's not your property." A young male voice told the men sternly, with anger in his eyes.
"Who the hell do you think you ar-- Oh my God.. Sir..Prince.. I'm sorry." Pick replied quickly. Recognizing who had shreaded his hand apart.
"Hmph, you should be." Vegeta walked over to Bulma and picked her up.
"She was running away. She's my..slave." Vegeta told the men.
"I am so sorry, my prince. We did not know." Guten said and fell on one knee towards the prince.
"I'll be off then." And Vegeta flew away far from the huge garden's into a secluded area with Bulma in his arms.
He slowly set her back on her feet again.
"Are you okay?" Vegeta asked, trying to sound, 'manly' and not hinting concerned.
"Yea..Thank-you Vegeta.." Bulma said softly, and hugged him tightly.
"Are you sure..?"
Bulma nodded against his chest.
"They could've..could've.." she couldn't finish her sentence when she realized what had happened. She cried softly.
"You'll be okay.."
He sat her on a molded soft rock and plucked a baby crimson rose.
"Maybe..If I just had given in to them..they would of just let me go. maybe they wouldn't even had done anything to me. Maybe they just wanted tea!" Bulma thought hystrically.
Vegeta chuckled and smirked, "Nah..you wouldn't have wanted that."
He took the small rose in his hand and tucked it neatly behind her ear.
*Music starts again and fades*
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Author's Note: Okay just incase, you didn't get that. That was Bulma thinking about what had happened to her a few years before. Well.. What will happen next time?
I DON'T KNOW! lol..seriously! well I hoped you enjoy. maybe I won't get so many, "NOOOOOO!...etc, etc, etc," reviews this time..eh? Well..please review even if it just a
"YOU SUCK!" Thanks! ^_^
If you want to help me in any way, or suggest a few..suggestions. Then e- mail meh!
Luf Yah!
-Kate/DarkMistressAngel(s)
