Konnichiwa (sp?) minna! Here's another chapter to my story that I hope you are all enjoying. This is going to be another song fic chapter (I'm thinking maybe all chapters will be) I hope this doesn't bug you, but I have a never ending source of songs to use for it. This time it's "Attitude, "by Alien Ant Farm.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and I NEVER WILL!!! Leave me alone…… *Goes to corner and starts to rock back and forth*
Attitude
"VEGETA! Put me down this damn instance! You don't even know where you're going, you baka!" Bulma screeched in his ear.
"Well if you had told me, I wouldn't be randomly flying around would I? And stop screeching in my ear, it sounds like a dying dog, plus going deaf before I beat the androids wasn't something I planned on." Vegeta angrily told her.
"Fine, for your information, we're going into the city to a Spanish restaurant, it's called, "Don Juan's." (A/N: Yes! I know lame and stupid, but you won't die will you?)
Just fly into the city, and I'll direct you from there." Bulma stated.
As they flew toward the city, there wasn't much conversation between both Bulma and Vegeta; they each had nothing to say to each other.
"Okay onna, we are over the city, where do I go now?" Vegeta asked with a bored expression.
"See that large skyscraper right there, its right down the street from there. Oh yeah, I think we should walk the rest of the way, it'll easier to find that way." Bulma answered.
"Okay onna, but don't start to complain that your feet are hurting and you want me to carry you!" Vegeta told her sternly.
Vegeta touched down on the sidewalk, drawing stares from the people passing by. Vegeta glared at them and they immediately stopped staring.
"What's wrong with these baka people, haven't they seen someone fly before?" Vegeta asked questioningly.
"Of course not, Veg-head, none of them can fly, and they hardly ever see someone levitate except at magic shows." Bulma answered him as if he were stupid.
"That just proves that humans are weaker and stranger than I thought, "Vegeta said.
"Welcome to the real world Vegeta, of normal people. Compared to the rest of these people you are strange to them, people just don't fly that's that." Bulma explained to him.
~Maybe I act on confused behavior
Maybe waves crash like semi trailer
Maybe I'll spend my off time without you
It seems like we need our own space~
"Now come on, Don Juan's is right down the street," with that Bulma dragged him in the direction of the restaurant.
As soon as they entered the door, a waiter came up to them and said, "Table for two?"
"Yes, and could we please have a booth?" Bulma asked.
"Of course, right this way, "he waiter took them to a comfy booth right by the window. "Here are your menus, "the waiter handed one to each of the. "I'll be back to take your orders." As he was walking away he gave Bulma a once-over and a wink.
"Why did that man wink at you, onna?" Vegeta asked with child-like innocence (A/N: I know Vegeta's never innocent but for right now he is).
"He was flirting; he thought I was pretty, of course, "Bulma answered, boosting her own self-confidence.
"Flirting? You, pretty?" Vegeta said.
"Flirting is kind of like courting I guess, when you like someone you do things to get their attention, and of course I'm pretty, gorgeous even." Bulma responded, boosting her own ego even more.
"Humph… I've seen rats more beautiful than you." Vegeta smirked.
"Arrg! Just shut up Vegeta, I want to get through this meal without you causing a scene, act NORMAL!" Bulma shouted at him.
Vegeta didn't respond, he was thinking about something, "I wonder why that woman has such an effect on me, first she got me to wear these funny human clothes, go to a restaurant with her, and now she's actually succeeding in shutting me up. I must be getting weak or something. Maybe this day isn't real, maybe I'm just dreaming or something, yeah that sounds good."
While Vegeta questioned his sanity, the waiter reappeared asking for their orders. Vegeta of course hadn't even looked at his menu, but he didn't need too. "2 of everything on the menu, and make it quick!" Vegeta snapped at him. The waiter gaped at him, and wondered how such a compact man could eat so much.
He said, "Is that a joke, sir, or are you serious?"
"Of course I am serious you dimwit, you should be fired, "Vegeta yelled at him.
Bulma on the other hand was much sweeter, "Please excuse my friend, "(with the emphasis on friend), he's gets cranky when he's hungry, but he does eat a lot and he was serious. Anyway, I would like the taco salad and coke, "Bulma said.
The waiter wrote everything down, but still had his mouth hanging open as he walked away.
"Vegeta," Bulma said as she smacked his hand, "That wasn't very nice, you scared the poor, nice, cute, waiter, the least you could of down was be polite about it."
"Onna, he didn't even treat with the respect a Prince deserved, he should be used to getting orders by now." Vegeta stated simply.
"I told you already Vegeta, not everyone eats like you, you are bit different compared to humans, and some people don't take it well. Never mind let's just try and get through this meal." Bulma told him.
~And all the time I wasted away
I don't feel good unless you stay
And all the times I chased you away
Simply to catch back up with~
A little while later, 5 different waiters appeared carrying all sorts of dishes, several carts had even been brought to the booth, because the table couldn't hold it all. The waiter who still didn't believe Vegeta could eat all this food, but who was afraid of him said his voice wavering, "Here… here…is your….um…. food…uhh…sir."
Vegeta just grunted and said, "The least you could do is talk normally." The waiter didn't answer and just scurried away.
"That onna, is talking about me being rude, huh, I'll never understand it." Vegeta thought to himself.
"Vegeta, once again you scared him, he was just a bit afraid of you, that's all. You usually like it when people are deathly afraid of you." Bulma said.
"He wasn't talking normally that's sign of weakness, "Vegeta answered.
"Whatever, let's just eat, now where's my taco salad?" Bulma asked.
She sifted through all the dishes trying to find her taco salad and her coke, she finally found it and began to eat. Something Vegeta had started to do long ago; he sat across from her shoveling food, and various drinks into his mouth. Bulma wondered if he ever breathed through all that. Bulma ate her taco salad slowly savoring the taste of it, she liked this restaurant a lot and hoped Vegeta liked it too, judging by the looks of it, he did like the food. Soon they were both done and Vegeta said, "This was at least a bit better than the burnt shit you try to cook at home."
"What I cook is not shit, I'm sorry if it's not up to you gourmet style of food! Be happy I even took you here!" Bulma shouted at him.
"I didn't want to come here; you were the one who dragged me here." Vegeta replied calmly.
"Look, Vegeta, remember what I said about not wanting to cause a scene, let's just not say anymore about it, we can fight it out at home." Bulma said trying to keep the yelling to the minimum.
At that moment the water came up to their booth and said, "I hope the meal was satisfactory, and here is your check."
He thought to himself, "She's going to flip when she sees the bill; I hope she comes back through, she's real cute."
Bulma looked at the total which was $428.68, and gave the waiter her credit card as if she saw bills like this all the time.
The waiter then looked at the credit card and realized that it was, "Miss Bulma Briefs, the genius scientist who would soon inherit Capsule Corp." he thought. "That's why she doesn't care about the bill, she's rolling in dough."
He then walked off to go and pay the bill and then bring Bulma back her receipt.
~Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome, welcome
Your solitude is welcome, welcome
You attitude is welcome~
"Well Vegeta we still have most of the day left it is only 2 p.m., we could go somewhere else if you'd like, "Bulma said, completely forgetting their previous argument.
"Why would I want to go anywhere else with you, everywhere we go people stare at me," Vegeta said.
"If you'd act a bit more normal, people wouldn't stare at you as much, and if you can't act polite then just don't say anything at all." Bulma said.
"Fine, onna, but if one more person stares at me, I will blast them to the next dimension!" Vegeta said.
The waiter had come back to the table and handed Bulma her credit card and receipt. He said with admiration, "I didn't know you were the famous Miss Bulma Briefs, I hope that you come back to this restaurant, it was a pleasure having you and your, um, friend here." The waiter's smile had faltered through friend for reasons we all know.
Bulma smiled back and said, "I had a wonderful time, and I probably will come back." She then got up and motioned for Vegeta to come with her. They both walked out the glass doors to the sidewalk.
"Well Vegeta, whenever I can't think of anything to do, I always go and see a movie, how about it?" Bulma asked.
"Fine, onna, I know I would end up going with you anyway, you always seem to talk me into these baka outings." Vegeta said with defeat.
"Well then come on, and by the way we're taking the car, and don't even think about flying, you were the one who said you don't want people staring at you." Bulma said leaving no room for argument.
She then popped open a capsule with a shiny red new convertible in it onto the street. She couldn't wait to try this new car out; it had been personally adjusted by her for all her needs.
She opened the driver's side and unlocked the passengers so Vegeta could get in.
"I'm going to let the top down ok, it's a warm day, and that's what convertibles are made for right?" Bulma said cheerily; she just loved this car.
"I don't care onna, it's not like I will bitch about my hair getting messed up like you do, "Vegeta said in an annoyed manner.
"I do not complain about my hair getting messed up, just shut up and strap yourself in, you are in for one heck of a ride."
The only response she heard from Vegeta was a moan; "he's probably just scared, that baby, "she thought.
~All you see is red lights behind me
Maybe this isn't what you wanted baby
I don't blame you falling backwards
No one's ever quite confused you this way~
Bulma started the car, pressed the button to let the top down, and put the pedal to the metal. The only noise heard was the screeching of tires, and the faint smell of burnt rubber.
"How about some tunes, "she said to no one in particular. She changed the stations until she landed upon a punk rock song. "This is more like it, I love this song! It's the Boxcar Racers-I Feel So. Don't you like this Veggie?"
"It is acceptable onna, it's better than your screeching voice." Vegeta said.
Bulma decided just not to say anything; it was good enough that Vegeta actually thought the music was, "acceptable."
Bulma soon encountered traffic, and put her horn to good use; it was a lot louder than the usual horn and got people's attention. Soon the traffic cleared enough so Bulma could weave and maneuver her way through the lanes toward the multiplex. Once they arrived, Bulma found a parking spot and said, "Well come Vegeta, maybe we might make for the start of a show!"
Vegeta followed behind her toward the door to the multiplex and up to the counter to get tickets.
"Vegeta, how do you feel about seeing "Mr. Deeds?" It has Adam Sandler in it, so most likely it's a comedy, I'm sure you'll find some humor in it." Bulma told him.
"Whatever, onna, I don't care, most of your human "movies" as you call them are strange, and stupid, I can't see how this is any better." Vegeta stated plainly.
"Okay then, 2 tickets to "Mr. Deeds" and handed the attendant the money.
The attendant said, "The movie starts in 10 min. over in theater 5, right over there, "she pointed.
Bulma and Vegeta headed toward the theater, but then Vegeta spotted the snack bar.
"Onna, I would like to buy someone of that "Popcorn" over there on the sign, it smells somewhat ok to me."
"Fine, Vegeta, let's go get you to extra large buckets." Bulma responded, knowing that Vegeta would want something to eat, even though they just came from lunch.
As they approached the snack bar she saw they were selling Twizzlers (A/N: I love Twizzlers don't you?), she knew she had to have some.
"One pack of Twizzlers and 2 extra-large buckets of buttered popcorn, please."
The attendant quickly filled their orders and passed them their purchases. Both dug into what they had bought, if anyone had passed them, they would wonder if they starving or something. They found theater 5 and walked in, the theater wasn't too full, and they found some fairly good seats. Vegeta was munching quite loudly on his popcorn and a few people had to told him to, "Pipe down, buddy, " or "Shut up, the movie is starting!"
Vegeta growled menacingly at them all, they quickly shut up and ignored him and his smacking for the rest of the movie.
~And all this time we wasted away
We don't feel good unless we're gray
And all the times I chased you away
I simply don't feel good~
As the ending credits began to play, Vegeta and Bulma got up from their seats and out into the well lit lobby.
"See, Veggie that wasn't so bad was it?" Bulma asked.
"I would have rather trained," Vegeta said.
Bulma knew he had somewhat liked it, because he heard a couple suppressed laughs, and once she was pretty sure he heard, "What a bakayarou!"
"Come on, Vegeta, let's go home it's 5 p.m., I know you want to try and get some quality training time in before you go to bed." Bulma said.
Vegeta grunted in response and they headed toward the convertible, Bulma started the car, and it roared to life, in a flash they were off, thanks to Bulma's "drive 90 mph on a city street" method. They reached a stoplight and a sleek Ferrari pulled up beside them. Inside were 2 men in their mid-twenties, wolf whistling at Bulma. The driver who was wearing sunglasses said, "Hey babe, how about you and me go somewhere quiet? Just hop in, you don't want be with that prick do you?"
Bulma simply answered, "I wouldn't go anywhere with you if you paid me money, and plus this "prick" as you call him, could kick your ass to the next dimension!"
Vegeta who started paying attention once Bulma started speaking and was getting extremely pissed off. He thought to himself, "No one calls the Prince of Saiyans a prick!" The two men got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side of Bulma's.
"Get out of the car, ya asshole! We wanna kick your ass!" the man wearing the sunglasses said.
Vegeta simply ignored them until they threw a punch at his head; Vegeta of course easily caught it and threw it back in their face. The other man who hadn't done or said anything up until now yelled, "You can't do that to my partner, you're going to pay you son of a bitch!"
Vegeta just punched him and the gut and then said, "Onna, drive, the light is green."
Bulma just looked and him and then punched the gas.
"Well you handled that nicely didn't you Veggie; you were my knight in shining armor!" Bulma giggled.
"Don't call me Veggie, onna, those punks were just bakas, they couldn't hurt me if they tried, I am a Saiyan Prince." Vegeta smirked, enjoying the ego boost.
"Yes, of course, oh great Vegeta, we all want to bow down and kiss your feet don't we." Bulma said sarcastically.
Vegeta too wrapped up in his own ego took it as a compliment, "Of course you want to kiss my feet, I am better than all you weak humans!"
Bulma just looked at him and laughed, "Vegeta you are such a baka, sometimes I wonder if there really is a brain under that hard head of yours!"
"Shut up onna, remember I am the one who is going to protect this world from utter destruction from those tin cans (androids), you should be thanking me." Vegeta said.
"Vegeta, it's not only you who is protecting the world, it's the whole gang, you're just doing it because you don't want anyone else to kill Goku except for you." Bulma stated.
"That Kakarrot, he shall pay, he is such a brainless fool!" Vegeta said with annoyance.
Bulma just giggled lightly and ignored the statement, she knew if she said anything this argument would last centuries.
~Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome, welcome
Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome~
Bulma pulled up into the long driveway of Capsule Corp. and gave her keys to the valet to park. Why should she do it herself, when she had someone to do it for her! As soon as they were out of the car, Vegeta blasted into the sky toward the gravity room.
"He really does love that thing doesn't he," Bulma thought to herself, "Well time for a nice soak in the hot tub." She walked inside and up to her 3rd floor bedroom and into her adjoining bathroom. It had the hot tub included, she had asked it to be installed especially for her. She stripped off clothes and hung a fuzzy blue (A/N: I don't like pink) robe on a hook beside the tub. She then dipped herself into the hot water, enjoying the relaxing feel on her muscles. She found her CD player lying right on the counter and put the headphones on to listen to it. She quickly lost track of time, as she began to drift asleep. Vegeta had broken the gravity machine once again but Bulma never heard due to the headphones, and her unconsciousness. Vegeta walked of the stairs trying to locate the onna's ki, so she could fix the gravity machine for him. He walked into her bathroom and found her soaking in her hot tub, listening to a contraption that played music. At first he was mesmerized by her beauty, he thought to himself, "She looks to peaceful, and beautiful, maybe I shouldn't disturb her. Then he snapped back to reality, "What the hell am I thinking, she's just some ugly female, and she needs to fix my GR!
He walked over and plucked the headphones of her head; she didn't even notice. He got very close to her ear and yelled, "ONNA! The gravity room is broken again; fix the damn thing right now!"
Bulma jumped right out of the tub just to splash back in spraying water all over the floor, and getting Vegeta soaked. Vegeta on the other hand didn't notice the water because he was too busy taking in her curvy figure as she popped up from the tub. But soon reality sunk in and he realized he was completely soaked.
Bulma screamed, "You god damn bastard, you fucking scared the shit out of me, what the hell are you doing in here?! GET OUT, I'm naked!"
Vegeta then roared back, "Who gives a fuck if you're naked; no one wants to see that anyway! Plus, the gravity room is broken and I want you to fix it right now!"
Bulma stood up out of rage, completing forgetting her nakedness, and yelled, "Who wouldn't want to see me naked, I'm beautiful! Anyway, I'm not going to fix the damn gravity machine, just because of that, now get the fuck out!" As took a breath to calm down, she then realized that she was standing up completely in the nude. She grabbed the robe that was hanging on the hook, and wrapped it quickly around her. She was blushing, literally, from head to toe.
Vegeta again was drifting off into his own little world, staring at her figure, with creamy pale skin, and long, slim legs, he was in a trance. Bulma noticed his roaming eyes and screeched at him, "Stop staring at me, ecchi! And what was that comment about no one wanting to see me naked, you just put that to rest! Now stop fucking staring, I'm not a painting!"
Vegeta blinked and then realized what he had done, "I was not staring at your pitiful excuse for a body, now just fix the gravity machine!" with that said, he just walked out of the door and down the stairs toward the kitchen; he really needed something to eat.
~All this time, we heard alarms
Come to find, we fell apart
This whole thing has crashed down, crashed down
All this time, we heard alarms~
Bulma on the other hand just muttered to herself in anger, "Stupid, baka saiyan, saying that my body was ugly, when he was staring at me himself… Can't believe he had the damn nerve to even come in here…. Thinks I'm going to go and fix the GR now, yeah right!"
She dried her hair and body, and then dressed in some PJ's; it was close enough to bedtime anyway. Her anger was soon forgotten, and she walked down the stairs to go and get a snack before bed. As she walked into the kitchen she saw Vegeta stuffing his face, and some her anger came back to her. She just decided to ignore him and get some food out of the fridge. She found some cherries; she took that and a glass of water up to her room. Once she got there she noticed that Vegeta hadn't said one word to her. "Oh well," she thought, "there is always time to fight tomorrow." She ate her cherries, and settled down into bed with a magazine about new inventions and such.
~Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome, welcome
Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome
You are welcome~
I hope you liked this addition to my story. Please R/R, I NEED Reviews, please, please, please……. I love you….
The full lyrics to Alien Ant Farm: Attitude is this:
Maybe I act on confused behavior
Maybe waves crash like semi trailer
Maybe I'll spend my off time without you
It seems like we need our own space
And all the time I wasted away
I don't feel good unless you stay
And all the times I chased you away
Simply to catch back up with
[Chorus:]
Your solitude is welcome
Your attitude is welcome
All you see is red lights behind me
Maybe this isn't what you wanted baby
I don't blame you falling backwards
No one's ever quite confused you this way
And all this time we wasted away
We don't feel good unless we're gray
And all the times I chased you away
I simply don't feel good
[Chorus]
All this time, we heard alarms
Come to find, we fell apart
This whole thing has crashed down, crashed down
All this time, we heard alarms
[Chorus]
You are welcome
Visit this site for full lyrics to all Alien Ant Farm songs: www.azlyrics.com/a/alienantfarm.html
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and I NEVER WILL!!! Leave me alone…… *Goes to corner and starts to rock back and forth*
Attitude
"VEGETA! Put me down this damn instance! You don't even know where you're going, you baka!" Bulma screeched in his ear.
"Well if you had told me, I wouldn't be randomly flying around would I? And stop screeching in my ear, it sounds like a dying dog, plus going deaf before I beat the androids wasn't something I planned on." Vegeta angrily told her.
"Fine, for your information, we're going into the city to a Spanish restaurant, it's called, "Don Juan's." (A/N: Yes! I know lame and stupid, but you won't die will you?)
Just fly into the city, and I'll direct you from there." Bulma stated.
As they flew toward the city, there wasn't much conversation between both Bulma and Vegeta; they each had nothing to say to each other.
"Okay onna, we are over the city, where do I go now?" Vegeta asked with a bored expression.
"See that large skyscraper right there, its right down the street from there. Oh yeah, I think we should walk the rest of the way, it'll easier to find that way." Bulma answered.
"Okay onna, but don't start to complain that your feet are hurting and you want me to carry you!" Vegeta told her sternly.
Vegeta touched down on the sidewalk, drawing stares from the people passing by. Vegeta glared at them and they immediately stopped staring.
"What's wrong with these baka people, haven't they seen someone fly before?" Vegeta asked questioningly.
"Of course not, Veg-head, none of them can fly, and they hardly ever see someone levitate except at magic shows." Bulma answered him as if he were stupid.
"That just proves that humans are weaker and stranger than I thought, "Vegeta said.
"Welcome to the real world Vegeta, of normal people. Compared to the rest of these people you are strange to them, people just don't fly that's that." Bulma explained to him.
~Maybe I act on confused behavior
Maybe waves crash like semi trailer
Maybe I'll spend my off time without you
It seems like we need our own space~
"Now come on, Don Juan's is right down the street," with that Bulma dragged him in the direction of the restaurant.
As soon as they entered the door, a waiter came up to them and said, "Table for two?"
"Yes, and could we please have a booth?" Bulma asked.
"Of course, right this way, "he waiter took them to a comfy booth right by the window. "Here are your menus, "the waiter handed one to each of the. "I'll be back to take your orders." As he was walking away he gave Bulma a once-over and a wink.
"Why did that man wink at you, onna?" Vegeta asked with child-like innocence (A/N: I know Vegeta's never innocent but for right now he is).
"He was flirting; he thought I was pretty, of course, "Bulma answered, boosting her own self-confidence.
"Flirting? You, pretty?" Vegeta said.
"Flirting is kind of like courting I guess, when you like someone you do things to get their attention, and of course I'm pretty, gorgeous even." Bulma responded, boosting her own ego even more.
"Humph… I've seen rats more beautiful than you." Vegeta smirked.
"Arrg! Just shut up Vegeta, I want to get through this meal without you causing a scene, act NORMAL!" Bulma shouted at him.
Vegeta didn't respond, he was thinking about something, "I wonder why that woman has such an effect on me, first she got me to wear these funny human clothes, go to a restaurant with her, and now she's actually succeeding in shutting me up. I must be getting weak or something. Maybe this day isn't real, maybe I'm just dreaming or something, yeah that sounds good."
While Vegeta questioned his sanity, the waiter reappeared asking for their orders. Vegeta of course hadn't even looked at his menu, but he didn't need too. "2 of everything on the menu, and make it quick!" Vegeta snapped at him. The waiter gaped at him, and wondered how such a compact man could eat so much.
He said, "Is that a joke, sir, or are you serious?"
"Of course I am serious you dimwit, you should be fired, "Vegeta yelled at him.
Bulma on the other hand was much sweeter, "Please excuse my friend, "(with the emphasis on friend), he's gets cranky when he's hungry, but he does eat a lot and he was serious. Anyway, I would like the taco salad and coke, "Bulma said.
The waiter wrote everything down, but still had his mouth hanging open as he walked away.
"Vegeta," Bulma said as she smacked his hand, "That wasn't very nice, you scared the poor, nice, cute, waiter, the least you could of down was be polite about it."
"Onna, he didn't even treat with the respect a Prince deserved, he should be used to getting orders by now." Vegeta stated simply.
"I told you already Vegeta, not everyone eats like you, you are bit different compared to humans, and some people don't take it well. Never mind let's just try and get through this meal." Bulma told him.
~And all the time I wasted away
I don't feel good unless you stay
And all the times I chased you away
Simply to catch back up with~
A little while later, 5 different waiters appeared carrying all sorts of dishes, several carts had even been brought to the booth, because the table couldn't hold it all. The waiter who still didn't believe Vegeta could eat all this food, but who was afraid of him said his voice wavering, "Here… here…is your….um…. food…uhh…sir."
Vegeta just grunted and said, "The least you could do is talk normally." The waiter didn't answer and just scurried away.
"That onna, is talking about me being rude, huh, I'll never understand it." Vegeta thought to himself.
"Vegeta, once again you scared him, he was just a bit afraid of you, that's all. You usually like it when people are deathly afraid of you." Bulma said.
"He wasn't talking normally that's sign of weakness, "Vegeta answered.
"Whatever, let's just eat, now where's my taco salad?" Bulma asked.
She sifted through all the dishes trying to find her taco salad and her coke, she finally found it and began to eat. Something Vegeta had started to do long ago; he sat across from her shoveling food, and various drinks into his mouth. Bulma wondered if he ever breathed through all that. Bulma ate her taco salad slowly savoring the taste of it, she liked this restaurant a lot and hoped Vegeta liked it too, judging by the looks of it, he did like the food. Soon they were both done and Vegeta said, "This was at least a bit better than the burnt shit you try to cook at home."
"What I cook is not shit, I'm sorry if it's not up to you gourmet style of food! Be happy I even took you here!" Bulma shouted at him.
"I didn't want to come here; you were the one who dragged me here." Vegeta replied calmly.
"Look, Vegeta, remember what I said about not wanting to cause a scene, let's just not say anymore about it, we can fight it out at home." Bulma said trying to keep the yelling to the minimum.
At that moment the water came up to their booth and said, "I hope the meal was satisfactory, and here is your check."
He thought to himself, "She's going to flip when she sees the bill; I hope she comes back through, she's real cute."
Bulma looked at the total which was $428.68, and gave the waiter her credit card as if she saw bills like this all the time.
The waiter then looked at the credit card and realized that it was, "Miss Bulma Briefs, the genius scientist who would soon inherit Capsule Corp." he thought. "That's why she doesn't care about the bill, she's rolling in dough."
He then walked off to go and pay the bill and then bring Bulma back her receipt.
~Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome, welcome
Your solitude is welcome, welcome
You attitude is welcome~
"Well Vegeta we still have most of the day left it is only 2 p.m., we could go somewhere else if you'd like, "Bulma said, completely forgetting their previous argument.
"Why would I want to go anywhere else with you, everywhere we go people stare at me," Vegeta said.
"If you'd act a bit more normal, people wouldn't stare at you as much, and if you can't act polite then just don't say anything at all." Bulma said.
"Fine, onna, but if one more person stares at me, I will blast them to the next dimension!" Vegeta said.
The waiter had come back to the table and handed Bulma her credit card and receipt. He said with admiration, "I didn't know you were the famous Miss Bulma Briefs, I hope that you come back to this restaurant, it was a pleasure having you and your, um, friend here." The waiter's smile had faltered through friend for reasons we all know.
Bulma smiled back and said, "I had a wonderful time, and I probably will come back." She then got up and motioned for Vegeta to come with her. They both walked out the glass doors to the sidewalk.
"Well Vegeta, whenever I can't think of anything to do, I always go and see a movie, how about it?" Bulma asked.
"Fine, onna, I know I would end up going with you anyway, you always seem to talk me into these baka outings." Vegeta said with defeat.
"Well then come on, and by the way we're taking the car, and don't even think about flying, you were the one who said you don't want people staring at you." Bulma said leaving no room for argument.
She then popped open a capsule with a shiny red new convertible in it onto the street. She couldn't wait to try this new car out; it had been personally adjusted by her for all her needs.
She opened the driver's side and unlocked the passengers so Vegeta could get in.
"I'm going to let the top down ok, it's a warm day, and that's what convertibles are made for right?" Bulma said cheerily; she just loved this car.
"I don't care onna, it's not like I will bitch about my hair getting messed up like you do, "Vegeta said in an annoyed manner.
"I do not complain about my hair getting messed up, just shut up and strap yourself in, you are in for one heck of a ride."
The only response she heard from Vegeta was a moan; "he's probably just scared, that baby, "she thought.
~All you see is red lights behind me
Maybe this isn't what you wanted baby
I don't blame you falling backwards
No one's ever quite confused you this way~
Bulma started the car, pressed the button to let the top down, and put the pedal to the metal. The only noise heard was the screeching of tires, and the faint smell of burnt rubber.
"How about some tunes, "she said to no one in particular. She changed the stations until she landed upon a punk rock song. "This is more like it, I love this song! It's the Boxcar Racers-I Feel So. Don't you like this Veggie?"
"It is acceptable onna, it's better than your screeching voice." Vegeta said.
Bulma decided just not to say anything; it was good enough that Vegeta actually thought the music was, "acceptable."
Bulma soon encountered traffic, and put her horn to good use; it was a lot louder than the usual horn and got people's attention. Soon the traffic cleared enough so Bulma could weave and maneuver her way through the lanes toward the multiplex. Once they arrived, Bulma found a parking spot and said, "Well come Vegeta, maybe we might make for the start of a show!"
Vegeta followed behind her toward the door to the multiplex and up to the counter to get tickets.
"Vegeta, how do you feel about seeing "Mr. Deeds?" It has Adam Sandler in it, so most likely it's a comedy, I'm sure you'll find some humor in it." Bulma told him.
"Whatever, onna, I don't care, most of your human "movies" as you call them are strange, and stupid, I can't see how this is any better." Vegeta stated plainly.
"Okay then, 2 tickets to "Mr. Deeds" and handed the attendant the money.
The attendant said, "The movie starts in 10 min. over in theater 5, right over there, "she pointed.
Bulma and Vegeta headed toward the theater, but then Vegeta spotted the snack bar.
"Onna, I would like to buy someone of that "Popcorn" over there on the sign, it smells somewhat ok to me."
"Fine, Vegeta, let's go get you to extra large buckets." Bulma responded, knowing that Vegeta would want something to eat, even though they just came from lunch.
As they approached the snack bar she saw they were selling Twizzlers (A/N: I love Twizzlers don't you?), she knew she had to have some.
"One pack of Twizzlers and 2 extra-large buckets of buttered popcorn, please."
The attendant quickly filled their orders and passed them their purchases. Both dug into what they had bought, if anyone had passed them, they would wonder if they starving or something. They found theater 5 and walked in, the theater wasn't too full, and they found some fairly good seats. Vegeta was munching quite loudly on his popcorn and a few people had to told him to, "Pipe down, buddy, " or "Shut up, the movie is starting!"
Vegeta growled menacingly at them all, they quickly shut up and ignored him and his smacking for the rest of the movie.
~And all this time we wasted away
We don't feel good unless we're gray
And all the times I chased you away
I simply don't feel good~
As the ending credits began to play, Vegeta and Bulma got up from their seats and out into the well lit lobby.
"See, Veggie that wasn't so bad was it?" Bulma asked.
"I would have rather trained," Vegeta said.
Bulma knew he had somewhat liked it, because he heard a couple suppressed laughs, and once she was pretty sure he heard, "What a bakayarou!"
"Come on, Vegeta, let's go home it's 5 p.m., I know you want to try and get some quality training time in before you go to bed." Bulma said.
Vegeta grunted in response and they headed toward the convertible, Bulma started the car, and it roared to life, in a flash they were off, thanks to Bulma's "drive 90 mph on a city street" method. They reached a stoplight and a sleek Ferrari pulled up beside them. Inside were 2 men in their mid-twenties, wolf whistling at Bulma. The driver who was wearing sunglasses said, "Hey babe, how about you and me go somewhere quiet? Just hop in, you don't want be with that prick do you?"
Bulma simply answered, "I wouldn't go anywhere with you if you paid me money, and plus this "prick" as you call him, could kick your ass to the next dimension!"
Vegeta who started paying attention once Bulma started speaking and was getting extremely pissed off. He thought to himself, "No one calls the Prince of Saiyans a prick!" The two men got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side of Bulma's.
"Get out of the car, ya asshole! We wanna kick your ass!" the man wearing the sunglasses said.
Vegeta simply ignored them until they threw a punch at his head; Vegeta of course easily caught it and threw it back in their face. The other man who hadn't done or said anything up until now yelled, "You can't do that to my partner, you're going to pay you son of a bitch!"
Vegeta just punched him and the gut and then said, "Onna, drive, the light is green."
Bulma just looked and him and then punched the gas.
"Well you handled that nicely didn't you Veggie; you were my knight in shining armor!" Bulma giggled.
"Don't call me Veggie, onna, those punks were just bakas, they couldn't hurt me if they tried, I am a Saiyan Prince." Vegeta smirked, enjoying the ego boost.
"Yes, of course, oh great Vegeta, we all want to bow down and kiss your feet don't we." Bulma said sarcastically.
Vegeta too wrapped up in his own ego took it as a compliment, "Of course you want to kiss my feet, I am better than all you weak humans!"
Bulma just looked at him and laughed, "Vegeta you are such a baka, sometimes I wonder if there really is a brain under that hard head of yours!"
"Shut up onna, remember I am the one who is going to protect this world from utter destruction from those tin cans (androids), you should be thanking me." Vegeta said.
"Vegeta, it's not only you who is protecting the world, it's the whole gang, you're just doing it because you don't want anyone else to kill Goku except for you." Bulma stated.
"That Kakarrot, he shall pay, he is such a brainless fool!" Vegeta said with annoyance.
Bulma just giggled lightly and ignored the statement, she knew if she said anything this argument would last centuries.
~Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome, welcome
Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome~
Bulma pulled up into the long driveway of Capsule Corp. and gave her keys to the valet to park. Why should she do it herself, when she had someone to do it for her! As soon as they were out of the car, Vegeta blasted into the sky toward the gravity room.
"He really does love that thing doesn't he," Bulma thought to herself, "Well time for a nice soak in the hot tub." She walked inside and up to her 3rd floor bedroom and into her adjoining bathroom. It had the hot tub included, she had asked it to be installed especially for her. She stripped off clothes and hung a fuzzy blue (A/N: I don't like pink) robe on a hook beside the tub. She then dipped herself into the hot water, enjoying the relaxing feel on her muscles. She found her CD player lying right on the counter and put the headphones on to listen to it. She quickly lost track of time, as she began to drift asleep. Vegeta had broken the gravity machine once again but Bulma never heard due to the headphones, and her unconsciousness. Vegeta walked of the stairs trying to locate the onna's ki, so she could fix the gravity machine for him. He walked into her bathroom and found her soaking in her hot tub, listening to a contraption that played music. At first he was mesmerized by her beauty, he thought to himself, "She looks to peaceful, and beautiful, maybe I shouldn't disturb her. Then he snapped back to reality, "What the hell am I thinking, she's just some ugly female, and she needs to fix my GR!
He walked over and plucked the headphones of her head; she didn't even notice. He got very close to her ear and yelled, "ONNA! The gravity room is broken again; fix the damn thing right now!"
Bulma jumped right out of the tub just to splash back in spraying water all over the floor, and getting Vegeta soaked. Vegeta on the other hand didn't notice the water because he was too busy taking in her curvy figure as she popped up from the tub. But soon reality sunk in and he realized he was completely soaked.
Bulma screamed, "You god damn bastard, you fucking scared the shit out of me, what the hell are you doing in here?! GET OUT, I'm naked!"
Vegeta then roared back, "Who gives a fuck if you're naked; no one wants to see that anyway! Plus, the gravity room is broken and I want you to fix it right now!"
Bulma stood up out of rage, completing forgetting her nakedness, and yelled, "Who wouldn't want to see me naked, I'm beautiful! Anyway, I'm not going to fix the damn gravity machine, just because of that, now get the fuck out!" As took a breath to calm down, she then realized that she was standing up completely in the nude. She grabbed the robe that was hanging on the hook, and wrapped it quickly around her. She was blushing, literally, from head to toe.
Vegeta again was drifting off into his own little world, staring at her figure, with creamy pale skin, and long, slim legs, he was in a trance. Bulma noticed his roaming eyes and screeched at him, "Stop staring at me, ecchi! And what was that comment about no one wanting to see me naked, you just put that to rest! Now stop fucking staring, I'm not a painting!"
Vegeta blinked and then realized what he had done, "I was not staring at your pitiful excuse for a body, now just fix the gravity machine!" with that said, he just walked out of the door and down the stairs toward the kitchen; he really needed something to eat.
~All this time, we heard alarms
Come to find, we fell apart
This whole thing has crashed down, crashed down
All this time, we heard alarms~
Bulma on the other hand just muttered to herself in anger, "Stupid, baka saiyan, saying that my body was ugly, when he was staring at me himself… Can't believe he had the damn nerve to even come in here…. Thinks I'm going to go and fix the GR now, yeah right!"
She dried her hair and body, and then dressed in some PJ's; it was close enough to bedtime anyway. Her anger was soon forgotten, and she walked down the stairs to go and get a snack before bed. As she walked into the kitchen she saw Vegeta stuffing his face, and some her anger came back to her. She just decided to ignore him and get some food out of the fridge. She found some cherries; she took that and a glass of water up to her room. Once she got there she noticed that Vegeta hadn't said one word to her. "Oh well," she thought, "there is always time to fight tomorrow." She ate her cherries, and settled down into bed with a magazine about new inventions and such.
~Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome, welcome
Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome
You are welcome~
I hope you liked this addition to my story. Please R/R, I NEED Reviews, please, please, please……. I love you….
The full lyrics to Alien Ant Farm: Attitude is this:
Maybe I act on confused behavior
Maybe waves crash like semi trailer
Maybe I'll spend my off time without you
It seems like we need our own space
And all the time I wasted away
I don't feel good unless you stay
And all the times I chased you away
Simply to catch back up with
[Chorus:]
Your solitude is welcome
Your attitude is welcome
All you see is red lights behind me
Maybe this isn't what you wanted baby
I don't blame you falling backwards
No one's ever quite confused you this way
And all this time we wasted away
We don't feel good unless we're gray
And all the times I chased you away
I simply don't feel good
[Chorus]
All this time, we heard alarms
Come to find, we fell apart
This whole thing has crashed down, crashed down
All this time, we heard alarms
[Chorus]
You are welcome
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