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I also don't own Chick-fil-a restturaunts. O.O
A/N: Everyone are boxers!?
Chapter 5:
Day of HFIL!
It was 5:50 am, 10 minutes before 6 o'clock. Vegeta snuck with precision towards Bulma's door. he smiled with glee.
*The moment of justice* Vegeta thought confidently.
Vegeta opened the door slowly, to prevent the squeaking. The room was dark, slits if sunlight peeped through the blinds. Vegeta looked over and saw Bulma with her leg thrown over the side of the bed, sheets in a tangel at her feet, her flannel shorts riding up her thighs, her shirt also riden up her stomach just below the undersides of her breasts, and her nipples piercing the cloth, pointing upward towards the ceiling.
Vegeta almost didn't want to move her or disturb her. ALMOST! Vegeta slipped over beside her, groaning due to her breasts rising and falling slowly. Shaking his head clear of anything, he inhaled and then...
"GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTT UUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP OOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" (Get up Old Hag!) Vegeta screamed.
Bulma sat straight up, her head throbbing, Vegeta took the sheets and snatched them right from under her, flipping her onto her stomach andgroaning inirritation and pain.
"VEGETA! It's not even 6! Not even normal boxers do this!" Bulma yelled.
"I'm not your normal boxer" Vegeta replied.
Vegeta stepped back, in truth, even he never woke up this early to train, he only got up today this early to annoy his temporary house guest.
*That's right woman! I'll be doing more than what I usually do, it's beneficial to me, and me alone. Watching you suffer will be humurous in deed!* Vegeta thought evily. (A/N: O.o pretend that's a word)
"Whatever Vegeta! Just get up so i can change, oh tell me...what are we going to be doing today?" Bulma asked.
*chuckle* "It's a surprise"
Bulma shook her head and gently pushed Vegeta out of the room to change. Vegeta went downstairs and began to make breakfast.
*What's up with that guy?...I have a bad feeling about this!* Bulma thought.
~ 10 minutes later ~
Bulma walked downstairs and was greeted by the smell of food.
"Woah"
Bulma saw all the food on the table. Every breakfast item was present.
*How did he make all this in 10 minutes. Very strange!* Bulma thought.
"About time you got down here woman! You're slow as hell!"
"Shut up vegeta!"
Bulma walked over to the table, opened a napkin and placed it in her lap, grabbed her fork and knife, licked her lips, and then her chair was scooted from right under the table.
"Wha?"
"We have no time to eat. We need to do our jogging" Vegeta said.
Bulma's bottom lip quivered.
*And I was hungry to!* Bulma thought.
Vegeta continued to pull the chair until Bulma got the message. Bulma had dressed in navy blue sweat pants and a tiny grey shirt. Vegeta dressed in a black tanktop with black trainign pants. Vegeta ignored Bulma's outfit and commanded her to hurry up.
"I'm coming!"
Bulma and Vegeta walked outside. Vegeta began to do stretches against the steps. Bulma did also against the tree.
"Come on!"
"But I "
"Yeah whatever!" vegeta muttered.
Vegeta began jogging, Bulma tripped tha caught up with him.
"So...how many laps are we doing around the neighborhood?' Bulma asked.
Vegeta smiled.
"15"
"15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma screamed.
"Hurry it up woman, or we'll never get to that breakfast"
Bulma growled but complied.
~ 40 minutes later ~
*Poor little thing* Vegeta thought, while laughing like a giddy little school girl on the inside.
Bulma was able to catch up with him and run with him for atleast 6 laps, on the 7th she slowed down, but continued to try. She began to walk so slow to the point where Vegeta was passing her. On Vegeta's 9th lap, and Bulma's 7th, vegeta picked Bulma up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ran the rest of the laps.
Done with that, Vegeta dropped Bulma's body at the bottom of the steps and walked up the to enter the house. Bulma was still gasping for air, she slithered up the steps and into the foyer of his home. She crawled to his kitchen and into her chair, only to see crumbs of food.
"Buh...Buh...Buh..." bulma stuttered.
"You were to late woman. I finished the food, but don't worry it was cold anyway!" Vegeta said snisterly.
Bulma spotted a tiny cluster of egg and rice. Her eyes growing wide, she reached out for it, but Vegeta picked it up and threw it in the air then let it fall in his mouth. Bulma was on the brink of tears.
"I don't like my house messy woman. That crumb was asking for it"
Bulma began to sob.
*But why, and now I'm RREEAALLYY hungry!* Bulma thought.
"Now it's time for our other training."
"Huh?"
Vegeta scooped Bulma up in his arms, ignoring the pleasent feeling of her pressed against him and walked up the steps to the 3rd floor.
*Well I can't let the weakling try to walk up the steps, it would take her hours to accomplish the task* Vegeta thought.
Now in his padded domain, Vegeta dropped Bulma's body yet again onto the floor. Bulma made a audible protest, but it went on deaf ears. Vegeta sat infront of her indian style, waiting for her to register to reality.
"Oh come on weakling"
"SHUT UP VEGETA!" Bulma screamed. "Just tell me what we're going to do!"
"200 situps, 200 pushups, stretching the whole body, punshing manuvers on my peanut bag overthere, then a hour and a half of meditation."
Bulma went deathly pale. Vegeta chuckled and began to do his sit-ups. At this point he was satisfied with the hell Bulma was going threw.
"Come on woman! Do something!" Vegeta growled.
Bulma looked at Vegeta start his training.
*This is really really strange* Bulma thought. *It's almost like he's torturing me on purpose!* Bulma thought suspiciously.
Bulma watched his stomach muscles scrunch up every time he sat up. Though it was a delicious sight to see, Bulma was in serious deep thought.
*Man he looks good enough to eat!...Hey! Where did that come from?* Bulma thought.
"Vegeta, you wouldn't be torturing me on purpose now would you?" Bulma asked.
"Why would I do such a thing to a weakling such as yourself?" Vegeta said innocently.
Bulma didn't think any of it and decided to atleast try and train.
Not such a nice morning for Bulma. The rest of the morning will be in the next chapter. Poor Bulma going through imense hell! LOL!
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A/N: Everyone are boxers!?
Chapter 5:
Day of HFIL!
It was 5:50 am, 10 minutes before 6 o'clock. Vegeta snuck with precision towards Bulma's door. he smiled with glee.
*The moment of justice* Vegeta thought confidently.
Vegeta opened the door slowly, to prevent the squeaking. The room was dark, slits if sunlight peeped through the blinds. Vegeta looked over and saw Bulma with her leg thrown over the side of the bed, sheets in a tangel at her feet, her flannel shorts riding up her thighs, her shirt also riden up her stomach just below the undersides of her breasts, and her nipples piercing the cloth, pointing upward towards the ceiling.
Vegeta almost didn't want to move her or disturb her. ALMOST! Vegeta slipped over beside her, groaning due to her breasts rising and falling slowly. Shaking his head clear of anything, he inhaled and then...
"GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTT UUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP OOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" (Get up Old Hag!) Vegeta screamed.
Bulma sat straight up, her head throbbing, Vegeta took the sheets and snatched them right from under her, flipping her onto her stomach andgroaning inirritation and pain.
"VEGETA! It's not even 6! Not even normal boxers do this!" Bulma yelled.
"I'm not your normal boxer" Vegeta replied.
Vegeta stepped back, in truth, even he never woke up this early to train, he only got up today this early to annoy his temporary house guest.
*That's right woman! I'll be doing more than what I usually do, it's beneficial to me, and me alone. Watching you suffer will be humurous in deed!* Vegeta thought evily. (A/N: O.o pretend that's a word)
"Whatever Vegeta! Just get up so i can change, oh tell me...what are we going to be doing today?" Bulma asked.
*chuckle* "It's a surprise"
Bulma shook her head and gently pushed Vegeta out of the room to change. Vegeta went downstairs and began to make breakfast.
*What's up with that guy?...I have a bad feeling about this!* Bulma thought.
~ 10 minutes later ~
Bulma walked downstairs and was greeted by the smell of food.
"Woah"
Bulma saw all the food on the table. Every breakfast item was present.
*How did he make all this in 10 minutes. Very strange!* Bulma thought.
"About time you got down here woman! You're slow as hell!"
"Shut up vegeta!"
Bulma walked over to the table, opened a napkin and placed it in her lap, grabbed her fork and knife, licked her lips, and then her chair was scooted from right under the table.
"Wha?"
"We have no time to eat. We need to do our jogging" Vegeta said.
Bulma's bottom lip quivered.
*And I was hungry to!* Bulma thought.
Vegeta continued to pull the chair until Bulma got the message. Bulma had dressed in navy blue sweat pants and a tiny grey shirt. Vegeta dressed in a black tanktop with black trainign pants. Vegeta ignored Bulma's outfit and commanded her to hurry up.
"I'm coming!"
Bulma and Vegeta walked outside. Vegeta began to do stretches against the steps. Bulma did also against the tree.
"Come on!"
"But I "
"Yeah whatever!" vegeta muttered.
Vegeta began jogging, Bulma tripped tha caught up with him.
"So...how many laps are we doing around the neighborhood?' Bulma asked.
Vegeta smiled.
"15"
"15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma screamed.
"Hurry it up woman, or we'll never get to that breakfast"
Bulma growled but complied.
~ 40 minutes later ~
*Poor little thing* Vegeta thought, while laughing like a giddy little school girl on the inside.
Bulma was able to catch up with him and run with him for atleast 6 laps, on the 7th she slowed down, but continued to try. She began to walk so slow to the point where Vegeta was passing her. On Vegeta's 9th lap, and Bulma's 7th, vegeta picked Bulma up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ran the rest of the laps.
Done with that, Vegeta dropped Bulma's body at the bottom of the steps and walked up the to enter the house. Bulma was still gasping for air, she slithered up the steps and into the foyer of his home. She crawled to his kitchen and into her chair, only to see crumbs of food.
"Buh...Buh...Buh..." bulma stuttered.
"You were to late woman. I finished the food, but don't worry it was cold anyway!" Vegeta said snisterly.
Bulma spotted a tiny cluster of egg and rice. Her eyes growing wide, she reached out for it, but Vegeta picked it up and threw it in the air then let it fall in his mouth. Bulma was on the brink of tears.
"I don't like my house messy woman. That crumb was asking for it"
Bulma began to sob.
*But why, and now I'm RREEAALLYY hungry!* Bulma thought.
"Now it's time for our other training."
"Huh?"
Vegeta scooped Bulma up in his arms, ignoring the pleasent feeling of her pressed against him and walked up the steps to the 3rd floor.
*Well I can't let the weakling try to walk up the steps, it would take her hours to accomplish the task* Vegeta thought.
Now in his padded domain, Vegeta dropped Bulma's body yet again onto the floor. Bulma made a audible protest, but it went on deaf ears. Vegeta sat infront of her indian style, waiting for her to register to reality.
"Oh come on weakling"
"SHUT UP VEGETA!" Bulma screamed. "Just tell me what we're going to do!"
"200 situps, 200 pushups, stretching the whole body, punshing manuvers on my peanut bag overthere, then a hour and a half of meditation."
Bulma went deathly pale. Vegeta chuckled and began to do his sit-ups. At this point he was satisfied with the hell Bulma was going threw.
"Come on woman! Do something!" Vegeta growled.
Bulma looked at Vegeta start his training.
*This is really really strange* Bulma thought. *It's almost like he's torturing me on purpose!* Bulma thought suspiciously.
Bulma watched his stomach muscles scrunch up every time he sat up. Though it was a delicious sight to see, Bulma was in serious deep thought.
*Man he looks good enough to eat!...Hey! Where did that come from?* Bulma thought.
"Vegeta, you wouldn't be torturing me on purpose now would you?" Bulma asked.
"Why would I do such a thing to a weakling such as yourself?" Vegeta said innocently.
Bulma didn't think any of it and decided to atleast try and train.
Not such a nice morning for Bulma. The rest of the morning will be in the next chapter. Poor Bulma going through imense hell! LOL!
Wait till next time. But for now, show you're love for the story and review!
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If you love the fic, tell me in a review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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