Disclaimer: Ahh…take a fresh breath of polluted air as you notice that "All
your base are belong to us" does not apply when putting me with DBZ. In
other words, I don't own the thing! (Oh and the link is to a flash video
explaining the "All your base are belong to us" so don't click if ya don't
have flash!)
A/N: Hmm this should be interesting…sorry it took so long to get this thing up! Hope you girls and guys (if you read it too ^-^) aren't mad at poor 'ol (wait, I'm not old!) me!!!
Oh yeah we have 5 people on the mailing list! If ya wanna join just e-mail me at dare2dream@houston.rr.com please! Sometimes you get special previews of the next chapter in the mailing list too ^-^.
Hmm no questions this time either….strange….oh well. Hehe now to the story! *bops Veggie on the head*
Veggie: "Oooww!!! That hurt…"
AWARDS: Hey look! I gave someone an award for their great Bulma/Veggie fanfiction!!! And the winner is…PUDGOOSE! Congratz, stay a comedian and a great writer!
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1 My Mind Trapped In You
How could he be so cruel??? I can't believe he just hit me…like he didn't even care…
Bulma sprinted down the hallway, tears running down her cheeks. She shoved anyone roaming around the halls while class was going on out of her way. A girl shouted at her about manners, but Bulma tragically ignored the poor thing.
Suddenly Bulma bumped into Chi Chi, who was coming back from the office.
"Bulma??? What are you doing here?" Chi Chi questioned with consern.
"It's nothing." Bulma lied terribly.
Chi Chi looked at Bulma with a scowl. "Oh yes there is something wrong Bulma and you're gonna tell me. If you can't tell me, who else can you?"
"N-nobody…me…I mean Vegeta…h-he…" stuttered Bulma.
"He what?" Chi Chi asked politely.
"HE SLAPPED ME CHI CHI OK?!?" Bulma sobbed, TRYING to dry her tears.
Before Chi Chi could answer, the intercom came on. "Would Prince Vegeta please report to the office, thank you."
Vegeta, a bit startled himself of his reaction, still walked down the hall with a scowl. Bulma noticed him walking towards the office. She put her ear up to the door after Vegeta had gone in.
In the office, his father was awaiting his arrival.
"Son…I need to talk to you." King Vegeta muttered to the prince.
The rest of the conversation was so faint that she couldn't hear King Vegeta or the snobby prince. After it was over, Bulma immediately stepped away from the door, afraid of getting hit by it. Vegeta came out and walked right past Bulma.
The intercom came on again. "Miss Bulma Briefs, please report to the office immediately, thank you."
Oh SHIT! What have I done now…
Bulma sighed and waved to ChiChi, then entered the office to find King Vegeta there. She immediately bowed.
"No need for that Miss Briefs." King Vegeta said.
Bulma, blushing, then stopped bowing and turned around and shut the door so that the king wouldn't notice. After a slight moment she turned back around, not red in the face and ready for whatever the king had to tell her, or so she hoped.
"Now. I hear my son Vegeta slapped you today during a disaster." King Vegeta did not wait for a reply from Bulma, and continued on. "He apologizes greatly and wishes to make it up to you by taking you out to one of the finer restaurants in Vegetasei (A/N: plz correct my spelling if it is wrong!)."
Bulma was ready for anything, anything but THIS. Her mouth wanted to hang open, but she stopped herself since she was in the presence of King Vegeta. She couldn't respond, no words would form on her lips.
"Good, I'm glad you've agreed to go. He will pick you up no later than 6:50 tonight." King Vegeta smiled. "You are dismissed Bulma, now don't be late for class." King Vegeta gave her one last smile as she opened the office door and walked out toward her next class.
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?! I AM GOING TO DINNER WITH THAT SNOTTY ASSHOLE?!?! HELL NO!!!
The blue-haired human girl was dazed walking to English. She was dazed IN English.
ChiChi sent her a note in English. It read the following: Bulma, what's up? You're acting weird since you went into the office after History…thought I might ask. Hope your ok. –ChiChi
Bulma read it in her mind over and over, running through her mind what King Vegeta told her in the office. She wrote back: In the office King Vegeta told me that bastard prince said he was sorry and wanted to take me out to dinner tonight to make up for it. No doubt it was the king's idea. I HAVE to go though, I don't wanna get slaughtered for refusing. He's picking me up at "no later than 6:50" tonight. –Bulma
Bulma dropped the note over ChiChi's shoulder (she sat infront of her) and tried to stop the English from COMPLETELY boring her.
Class after class Bulma went through, not saying a word, lost deep in her thoughts. When she got home that afternoon, it was around 5:35. Bulma had walked home, she couldn't get a ride from ChiChi today.
Bulma sighed. She went upstairs and started getting ready for dinner. She picked out silky, black dress that came down to right above her knees. It was long sleeve. She put on some gold hoop earrings on. Bulma then applied blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow to make her eyes show up more, lipstick, lip liner and mascara. She had no idea why she was getting all dressed up for Prince Vegeta.
Why am I doing this? Am I trying to impress him or something???
It was 6:40 when she was finally done. She put on her black 2" high heel and grabbed her little black purse. Bulma walked down the stairs and sat down on the couch to wait for the car to pick her up. After waiting for almost EXACTLY 15 minutes, her doorbell rang.
When Bulma answered the door, it was Vegeta. He was wearing a black tuxcedo with a white shirt underneith, a bow at the neck collar and a red rose in his pocket.
DAMN he looks fine…what AM I saying??? I admit he is good looking but I feel like I just want to melt in his arms…dammit…
Bulma couldn't help herself. She didn't say anything, she just stood there looking at the handsome prince.
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Me: Hey look! That's it! End of chapter! *dodges a cantalope* Ok I KNOW it was REALLY short for how long I took! I'm sorry!!!
Vegeta: Heh, sure you are Snowy.
Me: I STILL HAVE THE PICCOLO POKER AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!
Vegeta: O_O
A/N: Hmm this should be interesting…sorry it took so long to get this thing up! Hope you girls and guys (if you read it too ^-^) aren't mad at poor 'ol (wait, I'm not old!) me!!!
Oh yeah we have 5 people on the mailing list! If ya wanna join just e-mail me at dare2dream@houston.rr.com please! Sometimes you get special previews of the next chapter in the mailing list too ^-^.
Hmm no questions this time either….strange….oh well. Hehe now to the story! *bops Veggie on the head*
Veggie: "Oooww!!! That hurt…"
AWARDS: Hey look! I gave someone an award for their great Bulma/Veggie fanfiction!!! And the winner is…PUDGOOSE! Congratz, stay a comedian and a great writer!
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1 My Mind Trapped In You
How could he be so cruel??? I can't believe he just hit me…like he didn't even care…
Bulma sprinted down the hallway, tears running down her cheeks. She shoved anyone roaming around the halls while class was going on out of her way. A girl shouted at her about manners, but Bulma tragically ignored the poor thing.
Suddenly Bulma bumped into Chi Chi, who was coming back from the office.
"Bulma??? What are you doing here?" Chi Chi questioned with consern.
"It's nothing." Bulma lied terribly.
Chi Chi looked at Bulma with a scowl. "Oh yes there is something wrong Bulma and you're gonna tell me. If you can't tell me, who else can you?"
"N-nobody…me…I mean Vegeta…h-he…" stuttered Bulma.
"He what?" Chi Chi asked politely.
"HE SLAPPED ME CHI CHI OK?!?" Bulma sobbed, TRYING to dry her tears.
Before Chi Chi could answer, the intercom came on. "Would Prince Vegeta please report to the office, thank you."
Vegeta, a bit startled himself of his reaction, still walked down the hall with a scowl. Bulma noticed him walking towards the office. She put her ear up to the door after Vegeta had gone in.
In the office, his father was awaiting his arrival.
"Son…I need to talk to you." King Vegeta muttered to the prince.
The rest of the conversation was so faint that she couldn't hear King Vegeta or the snobby prince. After it was over, Bulma immediately stepped away from the door, afraid of getting hit by it. Vegeta came out and walked right past Bulma.
The intercom came on again. "Miss Bulma Briefs, please report to the office immediately, thank you."
Oh SHIT! What have I done now…
Bulma sighed and waved to ChiChi, then entered the office to find King Vegeta there. She immediately bowed.
"No need for that Miss Briefs." King Vegeta said.
Bulma, blushing, then stopped bowing and turned around and shut the door so that the king wouldn't notice. After a slight moment she turned back around, not red in the face and ready for whatever the king had to tell her, or so she hoped.
"Now. I hear my son Vegeta slapped you today during a disaster." King Vegeta did not wait for a reply from Bulma, and continued on. "He apologizes greatly and wishes to make it up to you by taking you out to one of the finer restaurants in Vegetasei (A/N: plz correct my spelling if it is wrong!)."
Bulma was ready for anything, anything but THIS. Her mouth wanted to hang open, but she stopped herself since she was in the presence of King Vegeta. She couldn't respond, no words would form on her lips.
"Good, I'm glad you've agreed to go. He will pick you up no later than 6:50 tonight." King Vegeta smiled. "You are dismissed Bulma, now don't be late for class." King Vegeta gave her one last smile as she opened the office door and walked out toward her next class.
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?! I AM GOING TO DINNER WITH THAT SNOTTY ASSHOLE?!?! HELL NO!!!
The blue-haired human girl was dazed walking to English. She was dazed IN English.
ChiChi sent her a note in English. It read the following: Bulma, what's up? You're acting weird since you went into the office after History…thought I might ask. Hope your ok. –ChiChi
Bulma read it in her mind over and over, running through her mind what King Vegeta told her in the office. She wrote back: In the office King Vegeta told me that bastard prince said he was sorry and wanted to take me out to dinner tonight to make up for it. No doubt it was the king's idea. I HAVE to go though, I don't wanna get slaughtered for refusing. He's picking me up at "no later than 6:50" tonight. –Bulma
Bulma dropped the note over ChiChi's shoulder (she sat infront of her) and tried to stop the English from COMPLETELY boring her.
Class after class Bulma went through, not saying a word, lost deep in her thoughts. When she got home that afternoon, it was around 5:35. Bulma had walked home, she couldn't get a ride from ChiChi today.
Bulma sighed. She went upstairs and started getting ready for dinner. She picked out silky, black dress that came down to right above her knees. It was long sleeve. She put on some gold hoop earrings on. Bulma then applied blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow to make her eyes show up more, lipstick, lip liner and mascara. She had no idea why she was getting all dressed up for Prince Vegeta.
Why am I doing this? Am I trying to impress him or something???
It was 6:40 when she was finally done. She put on her black 2" high heel and grabbed her little black purse. Bulma walked down the stairs and sat down on the couch to wait for the car to pick her up. After waiting for almost EXACTLY 15 minutes, her doorbell rang.
When Bulma answered the door, it was Vegeta. He was wearing a black tuxcedo with a white shirt underneith, a bow at the neck collar and a red rose in his pocket.
DAMN he looks fine…what AM I saying??? I admit he is good looking but I feel like I just want to melt in his arms…dammit…
Bulma couldn't help herself. She didn't say anything, she just stood there looking at the handsome prince.
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Me: Hey look! That's it! End of chapter! *dodges a cantalope* Ok I KNOW it was REALLY short for how long I took! I'm sorry!!!
Vegeta: Heh, sure you are Snowy.
Me: I STILL HAVE THE PICCOLO POKER AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!
Vegeta: O_O