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A/N: Everyone are boxers!?
Chapter 8:
A Draw?
Vegeta and Bulma continued to pant as they tried to catch their breaths.
"So Vegeta, what did you want to tell me?"
"What you've been whinning me to tell you"
"You mean it?" Bulma asked excitedly.
"While I'm talking I don't want to hear a word from you!"
Bulma nodded, not sure why she had to be quiet. Vegeta inhaled.
"I'm not from this planet, neither is 'Goku'. We aren't the same species. Our strength doesn't just come from training, it comes from our blood. I am a Prince, and Kakarott is a 3rd class soilder, we are from a race, and a planet that was obliterated years ago. Only I and him survived. We were taken under the wing of a tyrant known as Frieza, where he formed us into the ultimate fighting machines. He'd beat us, taunt us, and make our lives a living hell. Once we finnaly escaped, we arrived here and started a new life, with a job that framed our talents. Fighting. Are you happy now woman, because this is no joke, and if you want to preach to my 'fans' about my background, do as you please, they'll have a hard time believing you"
Bulma blinked, she wasn't expecting that. She was a little skeptical of the idea.
"Do you have any proof?" she whispered.
Vegeta rolled onto his side and pointed to the back of his neck, there was a red symbol and a number 17 under it and other foreign lettering.
"What is this?"
"My birthing mark. I'm the 17th Vegeta in my line of royalty."
Bulma ran her fingers over the tattoo. She wondered if he could've had this placed on by a tattoo artist, but it was so perfect, she had to wonder.
"If you want more proff go to my closet and find my capsules with my space pod in it"
Vegeta scooted away from Bulma and fell asleep. Bulma now wondered what she was going to do.
~ next day ~
Bulma dialed up her father, this was going to make him a little mad.
"daddy"
"Yes sweetheart?"
"Um, I've got some bad news"
"What?"
"I can't do the story"
"Why not?"
"I just can't oky, you have to understad that! I can do the story of his daily training schedule, but his background I will not say"
Bulma heard her father grumble to himself.
"very well"
Dr. Briefs hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.
~ day of the match ~
The time had finnaly come, and everyone was ready for the fight. Bulma was almost as good as Vegeta. She grinned. Chi Chi's broken face would be in her boxing glove by the end of the day. She woke and nudged Vegeta awake beside her. He grumbled to himself but got dress. Bulma took her time though. She hadn't been feeling well at all.
"Maybe it's nervousness" Bulma muttered.
"What do you have to be nervous about?" Vegeta grunted.
"Fine, nothing."
Bulma dressed and placed her shoes on. She and Vegeta were getting ready for their jog.
"Vegeta, I'm going to jog to the Rite-Aid and get some cough medicene"
"Whatever"
Bulma pecked him on the cheek and grabbed his bottom as motivation to start running. She grinned and walked in the opposite direction. She saw the older women of the block smiling at her as they always did. Did they know something that she didn't?
~ afternoon ~
Vegeta was messing around with the medicene ball, playign with it as if it were a beach ball with Goku when Bulma walked in.
"Finnaly we can settle this!" Vegeta muttered.
Vegeta grinned and through the ball to Goku a little to hard, throwing him off guard. Vegeta nodded to Roshi who cleared his throat.
"Attention ladies and gentleman! gather around to see the fight of the...day or week?"
Bulma and Chi Chi got into the ring. They were both looking nervous.
"Chi Chi's what's wrong? You've been wanting to beat Bulma for days now" Goku said.
Chi Chi growled and continued to glare at Bulma. The bell rang, but they just stood there....for a long time.
"Woman throw at her!" Vegeta shouted.
Bulma bit her lip. Everyone started to boo. Roshi, Vegeta, and Goku now entered the ring.
"What the hell's going on here?" Roshi asked.
"I don't want to fight" Bulma said.
"me neither" Chi chi replied.
"Why the hell not!?" Vegeta growled.
"We're both pregnant!" Chi Chi growled.
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A/N: Everyone are boxers!?
Chapter 8:
A Draw?
Vegeta and Bulma continued to pant as they tried to catch their breaths.
"So Vegeta, what did you want to tell me?"
"What you've been whinning me to tell you"
"You mean it?" Bulma asked excitedly.
"While I'm talking I don't want to hear a word from you!"
Bulma nodded, not sure why she had to be quiet. Vegeta inhaled.
"I'm not from this planet, neither is 'Goku'. We aren't the same species. Our strength doesn't just come from training, it comes from our blood. I am a Prince, and Kakarott is a 3rd class soilder, we are from a race, and a planet that was obliterated years ago. Only I and him survived. We were taken under the wing of a tyrant known as Frieza, where he formed us into the ultimate fighting machines. He'd beat us, taunt us, and make our lives a living hell. Once we finnaly escaped, we arrived here and started a new life, with a job that framed our talents. Fighting. Are you happy now woman, because this is no joke, and if you want to preach to my 'fans' about my background, do as you please, they'll have a hard time believing you"
Bulma blinked, she wasn't expecting that. She was a little skeptical of the idea.
"Do you have any proof?" she whispered.
Vegeta rolled onto his side and pointed to the back of his neck, there was a red symbol and a number 17 under it and other foreign lettering.
"What is this?"
"My birthing mark. I'm the 17th Vegeta in my line of royalty."
Bulma ran her fingers over the tattoo. She wondered if he could've had this placed on by a tattoo artist, but it was so perfect, she had to wonder.
"If you want more proff go to my closet and find my capsules with my space pod in it"
Vegeta scooted away from Bulma and fell asleep. Bulma now wondered what she was going to do.
~ next day ~
Bulma dialed up her father, this was going to make him a little mad.
"daddy"
"Yes sweetheart?"
"Um, I've got some bad news"
"What?"
"I can't do the story"
"Why not?"
"I just can't oky, you have to understad that! I can do the story of his daily training schedule, but his background I will not say"
Bulma heard her father grumble to himself.
"very well"
Dr. Briefs hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.
~ day of the match ~
The time had finnaly come, and everyone was ready for the fight. Bulma was almost as good as Vegeta. She grinned. Chi Chi's broken face would be in her boxing glove by the end of the day. She woke and nudged Vegeta awake beside her. He grumbled to himself but got dress. Bulma took her time though. She hadn't been feeling well at all.
"Maybe it's nervousness" Bulma muttered.
"What do you have to be nervous about?" Vegeta grunted.
"Fine, nothing."
Bulma dressed and placed her shoes on. She and Vegeta were getting ready for their jog.
"Vegeta, I'm going to jog to the Rite-Aid and get some cough medicene"
"Whatever"
Bulma pecked him on the cheek and grabbed his bottom as motivation to start running. She grinned and walked in the opposite direction. She saw the older women of the block smiling at her as they always did. Did they know something that she didn't?
~ afternoon ~
Vegeta was messing around with the medicene ball, playign with it as if it were a beach ball with Goku when Bulma walked in.
"Finnaly we can settle this!" Vegeta muttered.
Vegeta grinned and through the ball to Goku a little to hard, throwing him off guard. Vegeta nodded to Roshi who cleared his throat.
"Attention ladies and gentleman! gather around to see the fight of the...day or week?"
Bulma and Chi Chi got into the ring. They were both looking nervous.
"Chi Chi's what's wrong? You've been wanting to beat Bulma for days now" Goku said.
Chi Chi growled and continued to glare at Bulma. The bell rang, but they just stood there....for a long time.
"Woman throw at her!" Vegeta shouted.
Bulma bit her lip. Everyone started to boo. Roshi, Vegeta, and Goku now entered the ring.
"What the hell's going on here?" Roshi asked.
"I don't want to fight" Bulma said.
"me neither" Chi chi replied.
"Why the hell not!?" Vegeta growled.
"We're both pregnant!" Chi Chi growled.
Did some of you people see that coming? Well what's going to happen now?
Wait till next time. But for now, show you're love for the story and review!
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