AN: Thanks for the reviews! You guys are great! So this'll be the last
chapter. I've been thinking about turning it into a series, you know a
whole bunch of short stories?! Do you like the idea? Let me know if you do!
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WAIT!
Vegeta pushed people out of his way. He had finally reached the airport, now he just had to find her.
He stopped and looked around. ~ How the hell will I find her in this mess? ~ He questioned himself.
He fought his way to one of the desks, ignoring people's protests.
"Excuse me sir, but you can't just-" The man behind the desk started but was cut off by Vegeta.
"A plane to Hawaii that left 10AM, where do I find it?"
"Well if it left 10AM probably in the air!" The annoyed man said.
Some snickering immediately stopped as Vegeta dragged the man up on the desk by his collar.
"Which gate, funny guy?" He sneered.
The guy pried at his collar trying to get Vegeta to let go, but the short, black haired guy was too strong.
"Lo-look at the screen!" He stammered.
Vegeta turned and looked at a screen with a lot of numbers and letters, and there in the middle of the mess it read:
Plane 421, From Tokyo to Hawaii, leaves from gate 7.
Vegeta starred at the blinking screen. ~ Gate 7?! ~
"Sir, excuse me, but could you please put me-" The guy didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence as he was dumped rudely to the ground behind the desk.
He got up and dusted his cloth of. He noticed that Vegeta was gone and looked very angry. "Next time I'll beat the hell out of you!"
He then thought he saw Vegeta come back and cowered behind the desk.
Vegeta stopped. "Gate 7," he read.
He flew to a desk, no not literally, though he could...
"Plane 421, where's plane 421?"
The lady behind the desk tilted her head with a 'I'm sorry' look. "I'm sorry! It just left; you're just a minute too late! But there leaves a new plane to Hawaii in 3 hours, if you-" She stopped Vegeta wasn't listening he was starring after the plane out the window. ~ Poor guy. ~ She thought. ~ I would also be depressed if I missed my plane. ~
Vegeta resisted the need to let a few tears fall. He just starred, followed the plane with his eyes.
### Bulma smiled at him, a beautiful smile. His heart started beating extremely hard as she began laughing. ###
Vegeta touched the window; he wanted to tear everything apart! Destroy everything around him! He even wanted to cry, but he couldn't, he couldn't fucking cry cause he was so angry with himself.
This was his entire fault. His own damned fault! He had let her go! He had let her take off! He had even driven her to it!
Finally they came; he slid to his knees, tears falling from his eyes and small whimpers escaping his throat.
The lady behind the desk looked at him strangely then she spoke. "Don't be so sad, I mean it's not like it was the last chance."
Hearing this he hit his fits into the floor making the entire building shake; people fell to the ground screaming. "Earthquake! Earthquake!"
Even the lady hid underneath her desk.
"Vegeta?"
### "Vegeta? Was that you?" An angry Bulma asked hands on hips looking at the mess her houseguest had made.
Vegeta grunted. "That stupid cat of your fathers was in here!"
Bulma gasped covering her mouth. "You killed it?"
"No! I tried to catch it, but it's a sneaky bastard."
Bulma shook her head. "Thank god, but still, look at this! Your room is ruined! Where are you planning on staying now?"
He looked up and smirked in that strange seductive way. "I could think of something..."
Bulma giggled forgetting all about being mad and threw her arms around him. "I don't think you can do that! Then you would break your promise!"
"What promise?" He asked kissing down her neck.
"You promised not to try anything back when I let you live here in the first place." She said playing with his hair.
"That's a little late now. Don't you think? I mean just think of last night..."
Bulma giggled, and- ###
"Vegeta?!"
A poke on the shoulder cut of Vegeta's trail of thoughts.
He jumped around holding the sinner in front of him as if it was dangerous.
Then he frowned, just starred at her.
"Hi." She said with a little nervous laugh. "What are you doing here?"
Vegeta didn't answer, just watched her with his eyes.
"Okay, so you don't want to talk with me, that's okay, but could you please put me down?" As soon as she had finished her sentence he dumped her to the ground. "Ouch! Nice to see you too."
He just watched her, still with the frown that seemed pretty lame by now.
She got up and sighed. "I see. I'll be on my way then." She turned to leave, but she only got two steps away then she was thrown onto Vegeta's back.
A loud scream could be heard as a body carrying another body flew strait through the roof of the airport and disappeared into the air.
Vegeta put her down on a small cliff high up in the air. "Now you can't go!" He mumbled.
Bulma looked down and then clung to the cliff. "Dear Dende please let me survive, I'll start doing good! I'll give all my old cloth that I don't use to the poor! And-"
"Oh shut up!" Vegeta said cutting her off. "It's not like I'm going to kill you!"
"No but I might if I fall!" She retorted angrily.
"Spare your breath!" Vegeta said. "It's short of oxygen up here!"
She sighed sat down as did he, and there they sat, both silent as the ocean before storm.
"Why?" They both began cutting one and other off.
"You begin!" Bulma said.
Vegeta sighed yet again. "Why did you leave?" He asked.
"I'd like to communicate, this relationship is dying Vegeta! Communication is important!" She whined.
"How the hell was I suppose to know?" He hissed.
"No need to get angry!" She said.
"Yes there is! You are blaming this on me, have you ever considered that it might be your fault too?" He sneered.
"This is NOT my fault! I tried, damn you, I tried to communicate! But you were busy, and never interested, and this last week you were extreme, you were meaner, angrier, more impossible, and so on!" She retorted angrily.
"I thought you were dying!" He yelled.
They both grew silent in but in completely different ways.
Vegeta starred into the sky angry, while Bulma just starred at him with a questioning look. "What?" She asked softly.
"I got a call from your doctor about a week ago. Remember you once told me that a doctor could tell you if you were sick...?" He said looking at his feet's.
Bulma still starred at him. "So you thought?" She smiled shaking her head. "You sweet idiot! You were concerned." She began laughing.
"It's not funny!" He snapped.
"No of course not," she giggled.
"I mean it!"
She couldn't stop it and just laughed harder. "I'm so-sorry!" She laughed with tears (happy tears) running down her cheeks.
Vegeta snorted and stood up, about to leave, but Bulma threw her arms around his leg stopping him.
"Don't go, I just couldn't help it. It was so stupid yet incredibly sweet..."
Vegeta looked at her, and then sat down.
To his surprise she placed her head in his lap relaxing.
He looked at her she had closed her eyes and was curled up next to him. He began stroking her hair.
She smiled opening her eyes. "Why did you bring me here?" She asked.
Vegeta lay back smirking. "I was going to push you off the cliff if you didn't agreed to come back home..."
She placed her head on his chest. "Who said I had agreed to that?"
He frowned.
But then she laughed.
He growled. "Stupid woman."
She got up. "Would you catch me if I fell?" She asked looking down.
"Why are you asking woman?" He asked sitting up.
She turned to face him. "I'll only come home if you do..."
He raised an eyebrow in question.
She smiled and took a step back.
"Woman what are you doing?" He asked.
"Giving love a chance!" She said taking one more step back, right into the thin air.
Vegeta shut up from the ground and after her. ~ Idiotic woman. ~ He thought.
Bulma had her eyes shut holding her hands close together praying that he would catch her before her beautiful body squashed to the ground.
Vegeta caught her fast still far away from the ground. He starred at her he was very angry with her. "That was the most stupid thing you've done! What if I hadn't caught you woman? You would have been guilty of two deaths!" He kept on rambling but Bulma had stopped listening the same time I stopped writing.
"You know?" She asked surprised.
Vegeta didn't hear her he just kept rambling. "And Trunks would have-" Vegeta was cut of by a kiss.
Bulma had wriggled around in his grip just enough for her to be able to kiss her husband.
His hands found their way to the small of her back.
"I promise Vegeta, I'll never take off again, as long as we communicate...! Deal?"
Vegeta who was busy kissing down her neck just muffled a yes.
"Shouldn't we be getting home?" She asked.
Vegeta stopped and looked up into her eyes.
Bulma laughed. "Vegeta seriously, don't you ever stop?"
He smirked. "You've never asked me to..."
She yawned. "I really want to go home! But don't worry I'll make it up to you later..."
Vegeta sighed and took off, off towards their home. The king and queen of CC and the late planet Vegeta took off towards their 'palace'.
END!
AN: That's it!
How'd ya like it? I want to say sorry for the bad spelling! Yes usually I have a beta reader, but this time, non-.
Correct this is the first story in very long time that I haven't had any beta-reader on.
Yes my first language is not English, one was correct by that. And yes, it's not American either...
Well I hope it was readable and worthy tuning in on...
So bye for now!
Leave a review in the box!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE??? I'll be a good girl! *Turns to people* Oh shut up!
Disclaimer: Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha NO! ahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah but thanks for asking anyway hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...
WAIT!
Vegeta pushed people out of his way. He had finally reached the airport, now he just had to find her.
He stopped and looked around. ~ How the hell will I find her in this mess? ~ He questioned himself.
He fought his way to one of the desks, ignoring people's protests.
"Excuse me sir, but you can't just-" The man behind the desk started but was cut off by Vegeta.
"A plane to Hawaii that left 10AM, where do I find it?"
"Well if it left 10AM probably in the air!" The annoyed man said.
Some snickering immediately stopped as Vegeta dragged the man up on the desk by his collar.
"Which gate, funny guy?" He sneered.
The guy pried at his collar trying to get Vegeta to let go, but the short, black haired guy was too strong.
"Lo-look at the screen!" He stammered.
Vegeta turned and looked at a screen with a lot of numbers and letters, and there in the middle of the mess it read:
Plane 421, From Tokyo to Hawaii, leaves from gate 7.
Vegeta starred at the blinking screen. ~ Gate 7?! ~
"Sir, excuse me, but could you please put me-" The guy didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence as he was dumped rudely to the ground behind the desk.
He got up and dusted his cloth of. He noticed that Vegeta was gone and looked very angry. "Next time I'll beat the hell out of you!"
He then thought he saw Vegeta come back and cowered behind the desk.
Vegeta stopped. "Gate 7," he read.
He flew to a desk, no not literally, though he could...
"Plane 421, where's plane 421?"
The lady behind the desk tilted her head with a 'I'm sorry' look. "I'm sorry! It just left; you're just a minute too late! But there leaves a new plane to Hawaii in 3 hours, if you-" She stopped Vegeta wasn't listening he was starring after the plane out the window. ~ Poor guy. ~ She thought. ~ I would also be depressed if I missed my plane. ~
Vegeta resisted the need to let a few tears fall. He just starred, followed the plane with his eyes.
### Bulma smiled at him, a beautiful smile. His heart started beating extremely hard as she began laughing. ###
Vegeta touched the window; he wanted to tear everything apart! Destroy everything around him! He even wanted to cry, but he couldn't, he couldn't fucking cry cause he was so angry with himself.
This was his entire fault. His own damned fault! He had let her go! He had let her take off! He had even driven her to it!
Finally they came; he slid to his knees, tears falling from his eyes and small whimpers escaping his throat.
The lady behind the desk looked at him strangely then she spoke. "Don't be so sad, I mean it's not like it was the last chance."
Hearing this he hit his fits into the floor making the entire building shake; people fell to the ground screaming. "Earthquake! Earthquake!"
Even the lady hid underneath her desk.
"Vegeta?"
### "Vegeta? Was that you?" An angry Bulma asked hands on hips looking at the mess her houseguest had made.
Vegeta grunted. "That stupid cat of your fathers was in here!"
Bulma gasped covering her mouth. "You killed it?"
"No! I tried to catch it, but it's a sneaky bastard."
Bulma shook her head. "Thank god, but still, look at this! Your room is ruined! Where are you planning on staying now?"
He looked up and smirked in that strange seductive way. "I could think of something..."
Bulma giggled forgetting all about being mad and threw her arms around him. "I don't think you can do that! Then you would break your promise!"
"What promise?" He asked kissing down her neck.
"You promised not to try anything back when I let you live here in the first place." She said playing with his hair.
"That's a little late now. Don't you think? I mean just think of last night..."
Bulma giggled, and- ###
"Vegeta?!"
A poke on the shoulder cut of Vegeta's trail of thoughts.
He jumped around holding the sinner in front of him as if it was dangerous.
Then he frowned, just starred at her.
"Hi." She said with a little nervous laugh. "What are you doing here?"
Vegeta didn't answer, just watched her with his eyes.
"Okay, so you don't want to talk with me, that's okay, but could you please put me down?" As soon as she had finished her sentence he dumped her to the ground. "Ouch! Nice to see you too."
He just watched her, still with the frown that seemed pretty lame by now.
She got up and sighed. "I see. I'll be on my way then." She turned to leave, but she only got two steps away then she was thrown onto Vegeta's back.
A loud scream could be heard as a body carrying another body flew strait through the roof of the airport and disappeared into the air.
Vegeta put her down on a small cliff high up in the air. "Now you can't go!" He mumbled.
Bulma looked down and then clung to the cliff. "Dear Dende please let me survive, I'll start doing good! I'll give all my old cloth that I don't use to the poor! And-"
"Oh shut up!" Vegeta said cutting her off. "It's not like I'm going to kill you!"
"No but I might if I fall!" She retorted angrily.
"Spare your breath!" Vegeta said. "It's short of oxygen up here!"
She sighed sat down as did he, and there they sat, both silent as the ocean before storm.
"Why?" They both began cutting one and other off.
"You begin!" Bulma said.
Vegeta sighed yet again. "Why did you leave?" He asked.
"I'd like to communicate, this relationship is dying Vegeta! Communication is important!" She whined.
"How the hell was I suppose to know?" He hissed.
"No need to get angry!" She said.
"Yes there is! You are blaming this on me, have you ever considered that it might be your fault too?" He sneered.
"This is NOT my fault! I tried, damn you, I tried to communicate! But you were busy, and never interested, and this last week you were extreme, you were meaner, angrier, more impossible, and so on!" She retorted angrily.
"I thought you were dying!" He yelled.
They both grew silent in but in completely different ways.
Vegeta starred into the sky angry, while Bulma just starred at him with a questioning look. "What?" She asked softly.
"I got a call from your doctor about a week ago. Remember you once told me that a doctor could tell you if you were sick...?" He said looking at his feet's.
Bulma still starred at him. "So you thought?" She smiled shaking her head. "You sweet idiot! You were concerned." She began laughing.
"It's not funny!" He snapped.
"No of course not," she giggled.
"I mean it!"
She couldn't stop it and just laughed harder. "I'm so-sorry!" She laughed with tears (happy tears) running down her cheeks.
Vegeta snorted and stood up, about to leave, but Bulma threw her arms around his leg stopping him.
"Don't go, I just couldn't help it. It was so stupid yet incredibly sweet..."
Vegeta looked at her, and then sat down.
To his surprise she placed her head in his lap relaxing.
He looked at her she had closed her eyes and was curled up next to him. He began stroking her hair.
She smiled opening her eyes. "Why did you bring me here?" She asked.
Vegeta lay back smirking. "I was going to push you off the cliff if you didn't agreed to come back home..."
She placed her head on his chest. "Who said I had agreed to that?"
He frowned.
But then she laughed.
He growled. "Stupid woman."
She got up. "Would you catch me if I fell?" She asked looking down.
"Why are you asking woman?" He asked sitting up.
She turned to face him. "I'll only come home if you do..."
He raised an eyebrow in question.
She smiled and took a step back.
"Woman what are you doing?" He asked.
"Giving love a chance!" She said taking one more step back, right into the thin air.
Vegeta shut up from the ground and after her. ~ Idiotic woman. ~ He thought.
Bulma had her eyes shut holding her hands close together praying that he would catch her before her beautiful body squashed to the ground.
Vegeta caught her fast still far away from the ground. He starred at her he was very angry with her. "That was the most stupid thing you've done! What if I hadn't caught you woman? You would have been guilty of two deaths!" He kept on rambling but Bulma had stopped listening the same time I stopped writing.
"You know?" She asked surprised.
Vegeta didn't hear her he just kept rambling. "And Trunks would have-" Vegeta was cut of by a kiss.
Bulma had wriggled around in his grip just enough for her to be able to kiss her husband.
His hands found their way to the small of her back.
"I promise Vegeta, I'll never take off again, as long as we communicate...! Deal?"
Vegeta who was busy kissing down her neck just muffled a yes.
"Shouldn't we be getting home?" She asked.
Vegeta stopped and looked up into her eyes.
Bulma laughed. "Vegeta seriously, don't you ever stop?"
He smirked. "You've never asked me to..."
She yawned. "I really want to go home! But don't worry I'll make it up to you later..."
Vegeta sighed and took off, off towards their home. The king and queen of CC and the late planet Vegeta took off towards their 'palace'.
END!
AN: That's it!
How'd ya like it? I want to say sorry for the bad spelling! Yes usually I have a beta reader, but this time, non-.
Correct this is the first story in very long time that I haven't had any beta-reader on.
Yes my first language is not English, one was correct by that. And yes, it's not American either...
Well I hope it was readable and worthy tuning in on...
So bye for now!
Leave a review in the box!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE??? I'll be a good girl! *Turns to people* Oh shut up!