Hey everyone! I re-downloaded this onto fanfiction, cuzz it just makes me
so mad that they take away NC-17! It's not our fault that those little
immature kids read whatever they want. Do they block porno all of the
time? NO! So why can't they at least give us out damn freedom to write
whatever we want? Sorry, enough of my ranting on.
Running Away
Chapter 1
A single teardrops falls down Bulma's cream-colored face, after her and Vegeta just had another argument and Vegeta headed downstairs. 'Why won't Vegeta love me the way I want to be loved? Doesn't he even care?' Bulma thought. 'Well, that's the last straw, I'm going to make him and Trunks lunch, and then I'm out of here!' Bulma finished packing her suitcases and placed them inside of her capsules. "WOMAN! GET DOWN HERE AND MAKE SOME FOOD!" Vegeta yelled from down stairs. Bulma hid the capsules in her pocket and rushed downstairs when she heard Vegeta yelling. "Yea yea whatever Vegeta." Bulma said rather quietly. Vegeta noticed, and chose to ignore it. Vegeta took Trunks into the living room to wait until Bulma was done cooking.
About a half an hour later
"Vegeta, Trunks, lunch is served." Bulma said as she walked up the stairs, heading toward her and Vegeta's room. Vegeta and Trunks rushed into the kitchen and ate everything in site, then went out side to continue training.
Bulma watched out of her window from the second floor as Vegeta and her young son Trunks stepped into the gravity room. She sighed and sat on the bed, trying to make up her mind whether she should leave or not. She made up her mind and went down stairs. She picked up a pad of paper and a pen and started to write.
Dear Vegeta,
I have left for a while. I don't know when I will return, but I really need to get away from you. I feel like I'm not appreciated, and that all I'm really good for is cooking, cleaning, and sex. Is that what you think Vegeta? I truly hope not, but that's what I feel like. If I don't return, then, well, I don't know, but I hope you learn something from this Vegeta. You mean a lot to me, but I want to mean a lot to you too. I'm sorry Vegeta. I'm sorry for fighting with you, and I'm sorry for anything else that I have done. Please take care of Trunks for me while I'm gone.
Love always,
Bulma
Bulma could barely finish her letter. She started feeling jittery, and half of her was telling her that she might hurt Vegeta, but the other part of her is telling her that he needs to wake up and realize that he should show some respect and love. She decided that this would do her some good. She ripped it out from the pad of paper and set it down on the kitchen table next to the dirty dishes. 'Well, at least I won't have to do anything like clean, wash, or put up with his shit!' Bulma thought proudly. 'He'll be sorry!'
Bulma walked out of the door and into her blue sports car. She headed wherever her heart would take her. All she wants to do is get away from Vegeta for a while.
About 2 hours later
Vegeta decided to take a break, due to Trunks constantly begging to stop and rest. He finally gave in and turned off the gravity machine. When the two entered through the back door, they noticed how unusually quiet it was. The T.V. isn't on, the washers aren't going, Bulma wasn't cooking, and nothing was heard except for their own footsteps along the tile floor in the kitchen. "WOMAN?" Vegeta yelled. No answer. 'Hmm that's strange.' Vegeta thought. As he walked further into the kitchen he noticed a letter among the pile of dished on top of the table. He snatched the note and started reading it. He read the letter and looked up at Trunks, who was staring up at him in curiosity. "What is it dad?" Trunks asked questionably. "Your mother has left." Vegeta said simply as he dropped the letter and headed upstairs to be alone. Trunks watched as the letter fell to the ground and he picked it up to read it. 'Uh oh. What did dad do now? It was the fight.' Trunks thought. 'Poor mom. Poor dad.' Trunks thought, not taking any sides.
Bulma kept driving and after a while, she found a nice expensive hotel with a spa and all of the works. 'Oooo. I could get a facial! I haven't had one of those in a while!' Bulma thought as she pulled in after reading the advertisement sign.
To be continued..
So, what did you think so far? I am going to continue, but I have to get some reviews first! That was just a short chapter to get it started. Give me some ideas, so I know how you people want it to turn out okay? If you really want something to happen, include it in the review, and I might include it in future chapters. The more reviews I get, or the more ideas, the faster I will have the next chapters posted. Thanx!
Running Away
Chapter 1
A single teardrops falls down Bulma's cream-colored face, after her and Vegeta just had another argument and Vegeta headed downstairs. 'Why won't Vegeta love me the way I want to be loved? Doesn't he even care?' Bulma thought. 'Well, that's the last straw, I'm going to make him and Trunks lunch, and then I'm out of here!' Bulma finished packing her suitcases and placed them inside of her capsules. "WOMAN! GET DOWN HERE AND MAKE SOME FOOD!" Vegeta yelled from down stairs. Bulma hid the capsules in her pocket and rushed downstairs when she heard Vegeta yelling. "Yea yea whatever Vegeta." Bulma said rather quietly. Vegeta noticed, and chose to ignore it. Vegeta took Trunks into the living room to wait until Bulma was done cooking.
About a half an hour later
"Vegeta, Trunks, lunch is served." Bulma said as she walked up the stairs, heading toward her and Vegeta's room. Vegeta and Trunks rushed into the kitchen and ate everything in site, then went out side to continue training.
Bulma watched out of her window from the second floor as Vegeta and her young son Trunks stepped into the gravity room. She sighed and sat on the bed, trying to make up her mind whether she should leave or not. She made up her mind and went down stairs. She picked up a pad of paper and a pen and started to write.
Dear Vegeta,
I have left for a while. I don't know when I will return, but I really need to get away from you. I feel like I'm not appreciated, and that all I'm really good for is cooking, cleaning, and sex. Is that what you think Vegeta? I truly hope not, but that's what I feel like. If I don't return, then, well, I don't know, but I hope you learn something from this Vegeta. You mean a lot to me, but I want to mean a lot to you too. I'm sorry Vegeta. I'm sorry for fighting with you, and I'm sorry for anything else that I have done. Please take care of Trunks for me while I'm gone.
Love always,
Bulma
Bulma could barely finish her letter. She started feeling jittery, and half of her was telling her that she might hurt Vegeta, but the other part of her is telling her that he needs to wake up and realize that he should show some respect and love. She decided that this would do her some good. She ripped it out from the pad of paper and set it down on the kitchen table next to the dirty dishes. 'Well, at least I won't have to do anything like clean, wash, or put up with his shit!' Bulma thought proudly. 'He'll be sorry!'
Bulma walked out of the door and into her blue sports car. She headed wherever her heart would take her. All she wants to do is get away from Vegeta for a while.
About 2 hours later
Vegeta decided to take a break, due to Trunks constantly begging to stop and rest. He finally gave in and turned off the gravity machine. When the two entered through the back door, they noticed how unusually quiet it was. The T.V. isn't on, the washers aren't going, Bulma wasn't cooking, and nothing was heard except for their own footsteps along the tile floor in the kitchen. "WOMAN?" Vegeta yelled. No answer. 'Hmm that's strange.' Vegeta thought. As he walked further into the kitchen he noticed a letter among the pile of dished on top of the table. He snatched the note and started reading it. He read the letter and looked up at Trunks, who was staring up at him in curiosity. "What is it dad?" Trunks asked questionably. "Your mother has left." Vegeta said simply as he dropped the letter and headed upstairs to be alone. Trunks watched as the letter fell to the ground and he picked it up to read it. 'Uh oh. What did dad do now? It was the fight.' Trunks thought. 'Poor mom. Poor dad.' Trunks thought, not taking any sides.
Bulma kept driving and after a while, she found a nice expensive hotel with a spa and all of the works. 'Oooo. I could get a facial! I haven't had one of those in a while!' Bulma thought as she pulled in after reading the advertisement sign.
To be continued..
So, what did you think so far? I am going to continue, but I have to get some reviews first! That was just a short chapter to get it started. Give me some ideas, so I know how you people want it to turn out okay? If you really want something to happen, include it in the review, and I might include it in future chapters. The more reviews I get, or the more ideas, the faster I will have the next chapters posted. Thanx!