Here it is folks the sixth chapter, I'd also like to apologize.I just
realised I had been spelling Gohans name wrong,gomen. I can't believe it
by the way I see it I have maybe four more chapters before I'm done.
Aren't you so proud?:::onlooking spectators glare evily and draw closer:::
AHHHHHHHHHHHH maybe i better stick to my friends in my head. Any ways enjoy
and always review!!! Oh yeah I'd like to thank all of you that has
reviewed, Its very encouraging. Well enough of my blabbering lets get on
with the show..........
Vegeta turned to see her standing in the door way her long gorgeous hair tumbling behind her in a exquesite french braid.She astounded him and he sat silent and transfixed.Her small body was clothed in a sparklig yellow ballroom dress that had once belonged to his mother. She was absoulutly beautiful.
"Well? Do you like it? Chichi insisted I wear this. " She sounded a bit apprehensive as if her life hung in the balance of what he would say.
"It's beautiful. You're beautiful."He could have almost kicked himself for saying that. What the hell was getting into him? He couldn't be falling in love with her. Could he?
A pretty blush scattered across her cheeks "thank you."
Vegeta watched as she took a seat across from him.Completly forgetting how angry he was about her being late."Tell me about your father." He said picking up a delicious looking duck leg and tearing into it.
Bulma giggled , and he lifted his head to stare at her wonder in his eyes"Whats so funny?" He asked dropping the bone on the plate.
"Your manners are atrcious,I will have to teach you to handle a knife and fork before I leave."she said delicatly cutting through her meat.
"You aren't leaving."Was all he replied.
She stared at him incredulously."What do you mean I'm not leaving? You can't keep me here.My father needs me." she said almost angrily.
"Did you not hear me? You belong here now. Your father promised me you and this is your home for as long as you live." He ground out trying to keep his cool.Where the hell had she gotten the idea of leaving? She was fickle as anything, after the day they spent together he would think that leaving would be far from her mind.
Bulma also was trying to control her temper. How could he say that she belonged here after he knew how much her father needed her?Instead though she decided to just forget about that line of conversation and go back to the original atmosphere. They would talk about this at a diffrent time."You're right, this is my new home."
He gave a grunt of approval. Finally she was seeing things his way.Although he thought that caused him some points with her, having an arguement around the dinner table. What had caused it anyways, her small comment about his manners? They had never bothered him before, then why did he feel the compeling urge to change them for her?
"Tell me about your family, Vegeta. I want to knw everything about you."She said in almost a whisper fearing what he would say back. In all honesty she realy did want to know about his life. How it was like to be the king of Vegetesii.Although he hadn't been heard from in three years she couldn't forget that the beast infront of her, that wanted to keep her locked up, was her king. The last of the royal Vegetesiian blood line.
"Why? Theres nothing to tell about it.My parents died fighting for their planet , I was crown king and here I am."He sounded regretful and hurt, well as much as a giant beast could.
"I was there when you were crowned. I was in the back with my mother and father. I rember, you looked as if nothing had happened and I rember thinking that only a monster could-" She stopped her self as realised what she was saying. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that."
It was already to late, Vegeta had seen where she was going with her thought and had immediatly been transported back to that cold miserable day.He saw himself stiff back and taunt, the perfect example of a proud sayin. He had been heartbroken that day, but he held it in, just as he was taught. Never show any emotion and your enemies woudn't know what you were feeling. A pile of bull shit, he thought. But he had been young and stupid, his teachgings had been everything.
"Vegeta, I really am sorry maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I'm going to bed." She rose and he could see the slight traces of tears in her eyes.
"Wait. Sit down dinner is not over yet."He commanded and she obeyed.
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"Goku, stop it we've got work to do."she said pulling her self out of her husbands flaming arms. She would never feel comfortable beside fire considering how flimsy a doll she was. Even though she knew Goku would never intentonally set her ablaze he was a little clumsy."The sooner we get the in a lip lock the sooner we'll be able to be together."
"Eww! Mom!" Gohaun said interrupting her speech.
"Shh son, we're trying to spy on them."Goku said opening the door a little wider so Gohan could also see.
"Sorry dad."
"Goku, go tell the instuments to get ready to play in the grand ballroom."She put her hands on her hips in her 'no questions' pose.
"Why Chichi?" He realy didn't see why she'd have the instuments play in the ballroom if Vegeta and Bulma were in the dining room.
"Just do it, Gohan you come with me. There is to much tension in that room and that is not good."Taking him by his arm making sure to keep her hand apart from his candle holder she walked in.
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"And how is dinner?" Chichi asked bustling into veiw.
"Its wonderful, give the chef my regards." Bulma said quckly trying to end the tense silence that had descended on the room.
"Wonderful,"Vegeta grumbled out his hope suddenly seeming to dim even as he heard the sweet gentle sounds of a piano float into the room.
"Mom, dads got the music ready, send them in." Gohan whispered behind her, his hopes hightening.
"That music where is it coming from?" Bulma asked as she stood peering out of the door."Come Vegeta, lets go listen."
Vegeta rose and came to her side smelling a little rat that happened to be stuck in a dolls body."Well come on then. But only for a few minutes this day has taken its toll on me."
Bulma rubbed his arm absentmindedly as the walked down the grand hall, her eyes taking in the portraits of the past kings and their familys. She found it weird that Vegeta didnt have his family picture up, she would also have to ask him about that later.
Vegeta relished in each soft stroke. Her small fingers sifted through his fur with each sweep. Did she know what she was doing? Probably not. Afterall why would she? She was mad as hell at him, she seem to not rember. One moment she had tears in her eyes the next she was bubbling over with antisipation. What would he ever want with a woman like that? She couldn't possibly make a good mate, could she?
As they approached the main ballroom the music got louder a soft classical peice by some forgein planet.Earth was it called? He realised he had not been in confrence in three years he had neglected his duties as prince. It wouldn't last. After the curse was broken he would be a real king and follow in his fathers foot steps.
"Amazing." Bulma breathed out. She had been in here the second day she had arrived and it had been in shambles,dusty and in need of a good fixing. But this place it was marvolous. In one corner of the massive room the orchster sat playing them selves. All manner of instruments. Even some she had never seen before. The wood floor was polished until it shone under the glistening light of the many crystal chandaliers that hung suspended above their heads.
She felt compelled to spin in all the glorious wonder that the room held, and offered. She did breaking free from his arm she spun, her loose braid frailling behind her.Kami this was wonderful. Bulma glanced over to where Vegeta stood, uninterested and preoccupied. Why was it that she could not help but tingle inside when he looked at her? Was it because it was a new experince to be locked away with a giant, frightening monster who had a heart and soul.
Bulma walked over to him,taking his hand."Dance with me please?"
Vegeta was going to immediatly refuse but then he met her clear crystal blue eyes, and saw the delicate pleading in them. For some reason he could not refuse her."Okay." He growled out. Although it didn't faze her a bit and she wrapped her small arms around him as much as she could. He enveloped her with his massive hairy ones and they were off.
Bulma could feel his heart pounding against her ear as they moved gracefully across the floor. Why had she been surprised to feel it beat in turn with hers? Had she forgotten that he had once been a sayin like her, yeah thats what it was.
Vegeta listened to her gentle breathing and her soft sighs. He had the most beautiful woman he had ever seen pressed against him in a slow dance.He wished he knew what she was thinking, wished he could see into her thoughts and figure just how far they had gotten.
Bulma pulled away, her mind in a cloudy ruckus, she had to rest ,had to clear her mind."Thank you for a wonderful dinner. And thanks for dancing with me. You're really a great dancer."
She stared into his dark eyes, she could tell he was wondering why she was suddenly rushing off during their dance, but she couldn't tell him.She could see the unspoken emotion running through his ebony eyes, and she felt it too. She was compeled to tell him that ever thing was going to be ok, but she couldn't do that. He wasn't a little child hurt. He was a grown man searching for something difficult to find. She wanted to ease away the pain and anger of these passed three years for him but she couldn't.Her lips tingled to kiss him but she didn't instead she hugged him."Goodnight, Vegeta."
Before he could command her to stay she walked away. Only safely behind her bedroom door did she realise why butterflies fluttered evertime he looked at her.
She was in love with him.
SOOOOOOOOOOO????? How do you like? I'm feeling very proud of myself for some reason though. Anyways enjoy and as always review it would be appreacieted, hey also i have other fics on here too. If you like tien/lunch my fic is called forever its a lemon. If you like cc/g(k)my fics are called A True Sayin and its continium A True Sayin the sequel they are both lemons. Then if you like quatre and dorthy my fic is called The Other Side of the Track. also if you would like me to write a story or lemon for you name me the couple and i will. I dont do yaoi or yuri.
Oh yeah I'm gonna try to update this very soon, also i'll be uploading some more of my fics check them out. thank you.
Vegeta turned to see her standing in the door way her long gorgeous hair tumbling behind her in a exquesite french braid.She astounded him and he sat silent and transfixed.Her small body was clothed in a sparklig yellow ballroom dress that had once belonged to his mother. She was absoulutly beautiful.
"Well? Do you like it? Chichi insisted I wear this. " She sounded a bit apprehensive as if her life hung in the balance of what he would say.
"It's beautiful. You're beautiful."He could have almost kicked himself for saying that. What the hell was getting into him? He couldn't be falling in love with her. Could he?
A pretty blush scattered across her cheeks "thank you."
Vegeta watched as she took a seat across from him.Completly forgetting how angry he was about her being late."Tell me about your father." He said picking up a delicious looking duck leg and tearing into it.
Bulma giggled , and he lifted his head to stare at her wonder in his eyes"Whats so funny?" He asked dropping the bone on the plate.
"Your manners are atrcious,I will have to teach you to handle a knife and fork before I leave."she said delicatly cutting through her meat.
"You aren't leaving."Was all he replied.
She stared at him incredulously."What do you mean I'm not leaving? You can't keep me here.My father needs me." she said almost angrily.
"Did you not hear me? You belong here now. Your father promised me you and this is your home for as long as you live." He ground out trying to keep his cool.Where the hell had she gotten the idea of leaving? She was fickle as anything, after the day they spent together he would think that leaving would be far from her mind.
Bulma also was trying to control her temper. How could he say that she belonged here after he knew how much her father needed her?Instead though she decided to just forget about that line of conversation and go back to the original atmosphere. They would talk about this at a diffrent time."You're right, this is my new home."
He gave a grunt of approval. Finally she was seeing things his way.Although he thought that caused him some points with her, having an arguement around the dinner table. What had caused it anyways, her small comment about his manners? They had never bothered him before, then why did he feel the compeling urge to change them for her?
"Tell me about your family, Vegeta. I want to knw everything about you."She said in almost a whisper fearing what he would say back. In all honesty she realy did want to know about his life. How it was like to be the king of Vegetesii.Although he hadn't been heard from in three years she couldn't forget that the beast infront of her, that wanted to keep her locked up, was her king. The last of the royal Vegetesiian blood line.
"Why? Theres nothing to tell about it.My parents died fighting for their planet , I was crown king and here I am."He sounded regretful and hurt, well as much as a giant beast could.
"I was there when you were crowned. I was in the back with my mother and father. I rember, you looked as if nothing had happened and I rember thinking that only a monster could-" She stopped her self as realised what she was saying. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that."
It was already to late, Vegeta had seen where she was going with her thought and had immediatly been transported back to that cold miserable day.He saw himself stiff back and taunt, the perfect example of a proud sayin. He had been heartbroken that day, but he held it in, just as he was taught. Never show any emotion and your enemies woudn't know what you were feeling. A pile of bull shit, he thought. But he had been young and stupid, his teachgings had been everything.
"Vegeta, I really am sorry maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I'm going to bed." She rose and he could see the slight traces of tears in her eyes.
"Wait. Sit down dinner is not over yet."He commanded and she obeyed.
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"Goku, stop it we've got work to do."she said pulling her self out of her husbands flaming arms. She would never feel comfortable beside fire considering how flimsy a doll she was. Even though she knew Goku would never intentonally set her ablaze he was a little clumsy."The sooner we get the in a lip lock the sooner we'll be able to be together."
"Eww! Mom!" Gohaun said interrupting her speech.
"Shh son, we're trying to spy on them."Goku said opening the door a little wider so Gohan could also see.
"Sorry dad."
"Goku, go tell the instuments to get ready to play in the grand ballroom."She put her hands on her hips in her 'no questions' pose.
"Why Chichi?" He realy didn't see why she'd have the instuments play in the ballroom if Vegeta and Bulma were in the dining room.
"Just do it, Gohan you come with me. There is to much tension in that room and that is not good."Taking him by his arm making sure to keep her hand apart from his candle holder she walked in.
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"And how is dinner?" Chichi asked bustling into veiw.
"Its wonderful, give the chef my regards." Bulma said quckly trying to end the tense silence that had descended on the room.
"Wonderful,"Vegeta grumbled out his hope suddenly seeming to dim even as he heard the sweet gentle sounds of a piano float into the room.
"Mom, dads got the music ready, send them in." Gohan whispered behind her, his hopes hightening.
"That music where is it coming from?" Bulma asked as she stood peering out of the door."Come Vegeta, lets go listen."
Vegeta rose and came to her side smelling a little rat that happened to be stuck in a dolls body."Well come on then. But only for a few minutes this day has taken its toll on me."
Bulma rubbed his arm absentmindedly as the walked down the grand hall, her eyes taking in the portraits of the past kings and their familys. She found it weird that Vegeta didnt have his family picture up, she would also have to ask him about that later.
Vegeta relished in each soft stroke. Her small fingers sifted through his fur with each sweep. Did she know what she was doing? Probably not. Afterall why would she? She was mad as hell at him, she seem to not rember. One moment she had tears in her eyes the next she was bubbling over with antisipation. What would he ever want with a woman like that? She couldn't possibly make a good mate, could she?
As they approached the main ballroom the music got louder a soft classical peice by some forgein planet.Earth was it called? He realised he had not been in confrence in three years he had neglected his duties as prince. It wouldn't last. After the curse was broken he would be a real king and follow in his fathers foot steps.
"Amazing." Bulma breathed out. She had been in here the second day she had arrived and it had been in shambles,dusty and in need of a good fixing. But this place it was marvolous. In one corner of the massive room the orchster sat playing them selves. All manner of instruments. Even some she had never seen before. The wood floor was polished until it shone under the glistening light of the many crystal chandaliers that hung suspended above their heads.
She felt compelled to spin in all the glorious wonder that the room held, and offered. She did breaking free from his arm she spun, her loose braid frailling behind her.Kami this was wonderful. Bulma glanced over to where Vegeta stood, uninterested and preoccupied. Why was it that she could not help but tingle inside when he looked at her? Was it because it was a new experince to be locked away with a giant, frightening monster who had a heart and soul.
Bulma walked over to him,taking his hand."Dance with me please?"
Vegeta was going to immediatly refuse but then he met her clear crystal blue eyes, and saw the delicate pleading in them. For some reason he could not refuse her."Okay." He growled out. Although it didn't faze her a bit and she wrapped her small arms around him as much as she could. He enveloped her with his massive hairy ones and they were off.
Bulma could feel his heart pounding against her ear as they moved gracefully across the floor. Why had she been surprised to feel it beat in turn with hers? Had she forgotten that he had once been a sayin like her, yeah thats what it was.
Vegeta listened to her gentle breathing and her soft sighs. He had the most beautiful woman he had ever seen pressed against him in a slow dance.He wished he knew what she was thinking, wished he could see into her thoughts and figure just how far they had gotten.
Bulma pulled away, her mind in a cloudy ruckus, she had to rest ,had to clear her mind."Thank you for a wonderful dinner. And thanks for dancing with me. You're really a great dancer."
She stared into his dark eyes, she could tell he was wondering why she was suddenly rushing off during their dance, but she couldn't tell him.She could see the unspoken emotion running through his ebony eyes, and she felt it too. She was compeled to tell him that ever thing was going to be ok, but she couldn't do that. He wasn't a little child hurt. He was a grown man searching for something difficult to find. She wanted to ease away the pain and anger of these passed three years for him but she couldn't.Her lips tingled to kiss him but she didn't instead she hugged him."Goodnight, Vegeta."
Before he could command her to stay she walked away. Only safely behind her bedroom door did she realise why butterflies fluttered evertime he looked at her.
She was in love with him.
SOOOOOOOOOOO????? How do you like? I'm feeling very proud of myself for some reason though. Anyways enjoy and as always review it would be appreacieted, hey also i have other fics on here too. If you like tien/lunch my fic is called forever its a lemon. If you like cc/g(k)my fics are called A True Sayin and its continium A True Sayin the sequel they are both lemons. Then if you like quatre and dorthy my fic is called The Other Side of the Track. also if you would like me to write a story or lemon for you name me the couple and i will. I dont do yaoi or yuri.
Oh yeah I'm gonna try to update this very soon, also i'll be uploading some more of my fics check them out. thank you.