Disclaimer: It WOULD be a beautiful day if I owned DBZ..
A/N: Hey look! Chapter 5!.thanks for reviews, keep 'em comin!.gotta find a place for Goku in here.HEY I KNOW JUST WHERE!.my Gohan figurine is looking at me saying "Hurry Up, your too slow Snowy!" eekaz!.I really gotta get a Veggie figure for my desk.hey I can IMAGINE that he's standing right next to me *heart eyes* EEE VEGGIE!
Vegeta: AAAAHHHH!!!!! *Runs*
Me: *Tackles Veggie*
Vegeta: O_O
Q/A: Ok well someone wanted to know why Bulma had feelings for Vegeta so quickly. Actually, Vegeta had been coming to the school every Monday for quite some time. I'm not gonna tell you what he's doing there, but I'll tell you one thing. He isn't looking for a mate ^_~ (well I guess he didn't need to look :p).
What exactly IS a piccolo poker? Well I figured it was self-explanatory, but hey not everyone gets the picture. It's kinda like a whacking or poking stick. I pictured it as a stick with a little hand at the end that is green like Piccolo's with the nails and stuff and it's in a "pointing" position. It's kind of a magic thing, if you get poked with it weird stuff happens :p. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Mind Trapped In You
Vegeta was about to make a remark but held his tongue. He instead cleared his throat, startling Bulma.
Bulma blinked walked out the door. Vegeta closed it behind her. I might as well just get this over with. The prince opened the door for Bulma and she got inside the car, then he got in on the other side.
At least he's not being a jerk so far.
Vegeta motioned for the man driving to close the window between the rows of seats. The man nodded and closed the window. "Let's get this straight. My father is making me take you, so don't think this was my idea."
"You think I WANT to be here?" Bulma replied, a bit annoyed.
He didn't answer, and they did not speak for the rest of the ride. The driver took them to a restaurant that was obviously only for rich people or royalty.
Vegeta got out of the car then let Bulma out. He told the man to be back in an hour and a half and he drove off. Bulma and Vegeta walked up to the gate.
The man at the gate looked at the saiyan prince, noticing the blue-haired female with him. "Oh hello there Prince Vegeta! How are you and this fine young lady this evening?"
"Fine, thank you. We'd like a table please." said Vegeta.
"Of course your highness. The waitress inside the gate will take you to a very nice table inside with our non-smoking policy." The man smiled at Bulma and bowed to Vegeta, opening the gate for them.
They walked through the gate to where the waitress would take them to the table. The waitress looked at Bulma and Vegeta, smiling. "Hello my name is Silvara and I will be your waitress today. The table is right this way." She guided them to a table lit by candlelight. "Here you are, I'll be with you in a moment." The lady smiled and bowed to the saiyan prince, then walked away to guide another group to their table.
Bulma sat down in the seat across from Vegeta and opened the menu that was lain before her.
Hmm.I've never had any of this stuff before.cow liver? Disgusting.pig brains!?! Sick.don't they have anything.normal? They have caviar too. Well there's a fruit plate.I think that would be a last resort.Ok well they have chicken. That's good. It looks like they don't serve any kind of soda; most of their drinks are alcoholic.
The lady came back, ready to take their orders. "Are you both ready to order?"
"Yeah, I'd like the chicken breasts please." Bulma replied.
"And what would you like to drink with that ma'am?"
"I'll just have some water." Bulma quickly responded, looking at all the wine choices.
The waitress wrote down Bulma's order and turned to Vegeta, who ordered the stake. She took up their menus and left.
What am I supposed to do now.should I try to start a conversation? Bulma was about to open her mouth when suddenly there was a loud crashing noise. She turned to her side to see a saiyan boy of around 17 had accidentally dropped a rice bowl, breaking it.
"Oops.heh heh." The saiyan said. "SORRY ABOUT THAT!" He said in a higher tone of voice, letting about half of the room hear him.
(A/N: aww c'mon don't tell me u don't know who that guy is.if you don't something is terribly wrong.)
Bulma giggled, it was nice to see it wasn't all just a bunch of stiffs. She had to stop herself from completely breaking out laughing though, that would be 'inappropriate' for people to do in a restaurant of this high of class. If it's so high class, how did someone like him get in?
She saw Vegeta looked displeased at the idiocy of the saiyan at the table across from them. I wish more people were like that, everyone else here is so boring.
Four saiyan men who were quite muscular came to the boy's table and took him away. "Hey guys, where are we going? Will there be more food?" the boy asked stupidly, not knowing what was going on at all.
By the time the saiyan was taken away, the waitress had brought back Bulma's and Vegeta's food orders. She gave Bulma the chicken and Vegeta the stake, bowed again, then walked away.
What am I supposed to do now.? Just eat? I guess that's all I can do.
Bulma cut a piece of her chicken and popped it into her mouth. It was delicious. No wonder why the saiyans ate so much! The food was great! She took another bite, and another, and another. She wasn't paying attention to anyone else now, but it was most likely the same way for the rest of the restaurant. Glad I ordered the chicken. Bulma was about halfway through the chicken when she noticed Vegeta was done. Holy crap, he ate the whole stake in 20 minutes?!?!
She put her fork down, notifying she was done. It had only been 30 minutes, they had a whole hour till the man came to pick them up and take Bulma home. The waitress came back and took the plates away, telling the prince it was free.
Oh man.what am I gonna do now.a whole HOUR left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, okay, I kinda cheated you guys this time too. I'm stuck, and it looked like a nice place to stop, and this way, at least you have something to read! ^_^;
Vegeta: Oh, SURE, yeah right Snowy. Your 'afraid' to write anymore!
Oh really? *evil grin as she types away on the next chapter*
Vegeta: O_O.....SH!T!!! SNOWY NO!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: Hey look! Chapter 5!.thanks for reviews, keep 'em comin!.gotta find a place for Goku in here.HEY I KNOW JUST WHERE!.my Gohan figurine is looking at me saying "Hurry Up, your too slow Snowy!" eekaz!.I really gotta get a Veggie figure for my desk.hey I can IMAGINE that he's standing right next to me *heart eyes* EEE VEGGIE!
Vegeta: AAAAHHHH!!!!! *Runs*
Me: *Tackles Veggie*
Vegeta: O_O
Q/A: Ok well someone wanted to know why Bulma had feelings for Vegeta so quickly. Actually, Vegeta had been coming to the school every Monday for quite some time. I'm not gonna tell you what he's doing there, but I'll tell you one thing. He isn't looking for a mate ^_~ (well I guess he didn't need to look :p).
What exactly IS a piccolo poker? Well I figured it was self-explanatory, but hey not everyone gets the picture. It's kinda like a whacking or poking stick. I pictured it as a stick with a little hand at the end that is green like Piccolo's with the nails and stuff and it's in a "pointing" position. It's kind of a magic thing, if you get poked with it weird stuff happens :p. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Mind Trapped In You
Vegeta was about to make a remark but held his tongue. He instead cleared his throat, startling Bulma.
Bulma blinked walked out the door. Vegeta closed it behind her. I might as well just get this over with. The prince opened the door for Bulma and she got inside the car, then he got in on the other side.
At least he's not being a jerk so far.
Vegeta motioned for the man driving to close the window between the rows of seats. The man nodded and closed the window. "Let's get this straight. My father is making me take you, so don't think this was my idea."
"You think I WANT to be here?" Bulma replied, a bit annoyed.
He didn't answer, and they did not speak for the rest of the ride. The driver took them to a restaurant that was obviously only for rich people or royalty.
Vegeta got out of the car then let Bulma out. He told the man to be back in an hour and a half and he drove off. Bulma and Vegeta walked up to the gate.
The man at the gate looked at the saiyan prince, noticing the blue-haired female with him. "Oh hello there Prince Vegeta! How are you and this fine young lady this evening?"
"Fine, thank you. We'd like a table please." said Vegeta.
"Of course your highness. The waitress inside the gate will take you to a very nice table inside with our non-smoking policy." The man smiled at Bulma and bowed to Vegeta, opening the gate for them.
They walked through the gate to where the waitress would take them to the table. The waitress looked at Bulma and Vegeta, smiling. "Hello my name is Silvara and I will be your waitress today. The table is right this way." She guided them to a table lit by candlelight. "Here you are, I'll be with you in a moment." The lady smiled and bowed to the saiyan prince, then walked away to guide another group to their table.
Bulma sat down in the seat across from Vegeta and opened the menu that was lain before her.
Hmm.I've never had any of this stuff before.cow liver? Disgusting.pig brains!?! Sick.don't they have anything.normal? They have caviar too. Well there's a fruit plate.I think that would be a last resort.Ok well they have chicken. That's good. It looks like they don't serve any kind of soda; most of their drinks are alcoholic.
The lady came back, ready to take their orders. "Are you both ready to order?"
"Yeah, I'd like the chicken breasts please." Bulma replied.
"And what would you like to drink with that ma'am?"
"I'll just have some water." Bulma quickly responded, looking at all the wine choices.
The waitress wrote down Bulma's order and turned to Vegeta, who ordered the stake. She took up their menus and left.
What am I supposed to do now.should I try to start a conversation? Bulma was about to open her mouth when suddenly there was a loud crashing noise. She turned to her side to see a saiyan boy of around 17 had accidentally dropped a rice bowl, breaking it.
"Oops.heh heh." The saiyan said. "SORRY ABOUT THAT!" He said in a higher tone of voice, letting about half of the room hear him.
(A/N: aww c'mon don't tell me u don't know who that guy is.if you don't something is terribly wrong.)
Bulma giggled, it was nice to see it wasn't all just a bunch of stiffs. She had to stop herself from completely breaking out laughing though, that would be 'inappropriate' for people to do in a restaurant of this high of class. If it's so high class, how did someone like him get in?
She saw Vegeta looked displeased at the idiocy of the saiyan at the table across from them. I wish more people were like that, everyone else here is so boring.
Four saiyan men who were quite muscular came to the boy's table and took him away. "Hey guys, where are we going? Will there be more food?" the boy asked stupidly, not knowing what was going on at all.
By the time the saiyan was taken away, the waitress had brought back Bulma's and Vegeta's food orders. She gave Bulma the chicken and Vegeta the stake, bowed again, then walked away.
What am I supposed to do now.? Just eat? I guess that's all I can do.
Bulma cut a piece of her chicken and popped it into her mouth. It was delicious. No wonder why the saiyans ate so much! The food was great! She took another bite, and another, and another. She wasn't paying attention to anyone else now, but it was most likely the same way for the rest of the restaurant. Glad I ordered the chicken. Bulma was about halfway through the chicken when she noticed Vegeta was done. Holy crap, he ate the whole stake in 20 minutes?!?!
She put her fork down, notifying she was done. It had only been 30 minutes, they had a whole hour till the man came to pick them up and take Bulma home. The waitress came back and took the plates away, telling the prince it was free.
Oh man.what am I gonna do now.a whole HOUR left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, okay, I kinda cheated you guys this time too. I'm stuck, and it looked like a nice place to stop, and this way, at least you have something to read! ^_^;
Vegeta: Oh, SURE, yeah right Snowy. Your 'afraid' to write anymore!
Oh really? *evil grin as she types away on the next chapter*
Vegeta: O_O.....SH!T!!! SNOWY NO!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!