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1 Author's note: READ THIS PLEASE!!!!!!!! This is my 1st fic ever. And I'm NOT English, nor American. I'm Polish, but I learn English for a long time, and I decided to write something (after many battles with myself ;))
And I have only one request: if you don't understand something in this fic, inform me, cause I can write sth that you don't understand, and I won't know about it. Also please inform me about my grammar (ugh, I hate this) and spelling mistakes. Thou English is a lot more simple than Polish, I make awful mistakes. And the language may be poor... Sorry.
But don't say I haven't warn ya!
And I accept every R/R, even flames.
Oh, and one more thing – my name. My name is Asia (NOT a continent) and it's a short form of Joanna, and Asiolek is a short form of Asia. Joanna = Joasia = Joanka = Aśka =Asia = Asiol = Asiolek. Understand? ^_^ . And it's my real name.
- bla bla - text
„ bla bla" thoughts
'K. Let's start the fic.
Time Goes By
Chapter 1 – about the time mahine
2 march 2582 A.D.
- WOMAN!!! – Bulma heard a very angry voice behind her lab door. „Oh no, not that asshole again..."
- What now, Vegetable-head? I have work to do – she growled - That piece of junk that you call GR is broken, woman. I want you to fix it. AND DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!
- Sorry, but what? – blue-haired woman asked innocently.
- You know damn well of what I talk about! Those stupid nicknames. Veggie, Vegetable... Woman, I reminde you that I'm the Sayian no Oui, Prince of all...
- Idiots and Asses.
- ???
- Ya know what? I'll stop calling you like that, when you'll call me BULMA not WOMAN, cause my name is Bulma you prick. – Bulma looked at him, as he glared at her, turned around and left.
- What the hell posesed me to invite him? – she sighned
- Maybe you did that becouse I'm so handsome, that you couldn't take your eyes off me hmm? - Vegeta shouted to her from the kitchen.
- Oh, shut up, you ass. – she said and turned her attention to her latest invention – time machine in a watch. She was really proud of this, and thou this was only a better version of that thing in wich this boy from the future came, it was a lot more functional and useful. It looked like a simple watch. Black, with small red button and date setting. „Perfect" Bulma thought and put it on. „And it maches my jeans." She smiled and left to repair that damned GR.
While Vegeta was busy eating everythig from the fridge, Bulma fixed the GR
- Vegeeeeta!!! Get your sorry ass here if you want to train!!!
- This is the only thing that I want to do on that mudball you call your planet. – he smirked and set the gavity to 400g.
„Finally. The baby is all alone with its favorite toy, now I can prepare for my date." She sighned and began to dig in her clothes.
Half an hour later Bulma was ready. She was sitting on a sofa in her living room, waiting.
„He should be here any minute." She thought and in that moment, the doorbell rang.
- Hi, Bulma baby. – Yamcha smiled as he saw his blue haired girlfriend. – May I go inside?
- Yeah, sure. „That's strange. We're always going out."
- Babe, I wanted to talk to you. – Yamcha said.
After 2 hours he left.
Vegeta was amused that they didn't accually DO anything. They just talked. And it was very odd.
- Woman, what happened? – he asked Bulma while she was cooking her dinner
- Nothing.
- Don't you lie to me...
-Oh, ok. If it's so important for you, Yamcha and I broke up. Happy now? - she turned to leave, but grabed her arm.
- And that's all? You would normally cry or be mad or something...
- We broke up in peace. We're still friends. I'm not savage, Vegeta. Now let me go. – she ordered. He growled and let go. He'll NEVER understand this baka Onna. Sometimes she was even worse than Kakarott. Annoying loud - mouthed and beautiful... „Wait... How did that last one get there? Damn. I'm not thinking clearly. It must be the lack of training. Hope that GR is fixed. Or else I will kill and the Onna and Kakarott. Oh and that's a nice thought..." and with that he started his training.
9 hours later...
Bulma falled exhaused on her bed. „This was a very busy day" she thought and fell asleep.
The next day she went to the kitchen only to find that Veggie has eaten all the food suplies. „Oh when I'll get this monkey, he will regred that he even heard of Earth...". Sheran to the GR and pulled out the main plug. She heard the power go down and after that loud cursing. „It's music to my ears... Here he goes."
-WOMAN!!! What the hell did you do?!?!?!?!
- Oh, i just wanted to say that your going OUT, buster. Becouse you've ate ALL the food, you will go shopping.
- What? Woman, I'm not a serevant.
- And I am, right? Please, Veggie. Now, off you go.
- Onna, I'm warning you... – Vegeta growled and grabbed her wrist.
- You baka! Don't do that... too late.
- What, Woman?
- You'll see...
And suddenly they felt the room spinning.
- Oh. – Bulma said
- Woman – Vegeta said
- Hm? – she responded
- Where are we? – he asked calmly
- I. Don't. Know.
- Oh.
Two minutes passed is silence.
- Onna. – he growled. – Take us back.
- I'm working at it. You could find out where are we.
As she began to do something with her time mahine, he looked around. They were standing in the middle of a field. Far on the horizon there were few cottages, and on the other side there was a large city.
- Vegeta.
- What.
- I can't fix it.
- What do you mean, you can't. You can fix anything...
- Maybe, but we are in a strange place, and I have no tools.
- Just great. Woman. Now I can kill you.
- Oh really?
- Or maybe... first we will find out where are we.
- You mean WHEN are we.
- Eee... what do you mean...?
- i mean, that when you touched time mahine on my wrist, we are somwhere in time.
-...
- Let's go to that town. – she said and started to walk thru the field. He watched her for a moment. And then he grabbed her by her waist and took off to the air.
Five minutes later they were inside the city walls, looking at the colorful crowd. Bulma thought, that it was some kind of market place.
- Excuse me? – she asked
- Quo? – the old woman with wood on her back looked at her.
- Erm... Where are we?
- Quo?
- Vegeta – she whispered – she's speaking Latin...
- So we are in Rome.
1 Author's note: READ THIS PLEASE!!!!!!!! This is my 1st fic ever. And I'm NOT English, nor American. I'm Polish, but I learn English for a long time, and I decided to write something (after many battles with myself ;))
And I have only one request: if you don't understand something in this fic, inform me, cause I can write sth that you don't understand, and I won't know about it. Also please inform me about my grammar (ugh, I hate this) and spelling mistakes. Thou English is a lot more simple than Polish, I make awful mistakes. And the language may be poor... Sorry.
But don't say I haven't warn ya!
And I accept every R/R, even flames.
Oh, and one more thing – my name. My name is Asia (NOT a continent) and it's a short form of Joanna, and Asiolek is a short form of Asia. Joanna = Joasia = Joanka = Aśka =Asia = Asiol = Asiolek. Understand? ^_^ . And it's my real name.
- bla bla - text
„ bla bla" thoughts
'K. Let's start the fic.
Time Goes By
Chapter 1 – about the time mahine
2 march 2582 A.D.
- WOMAN!!! – Bulma heard a very angry voice behind her lab door. „Oh no, not that asshole again..."
- What now, Vegetable-head? I have work to do – she growled - That piece of junk that you call GR is broken, woman. I want you to fix it. AND DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!
- Sorry, but what? – blue-haired woman asked innocently.
- You know damn well of what I talk about! Those stupid nicknames. Veggie, Vegetable... Woman, I reminde you that I'm the Sayian no Oui, Prince of all...
- Idiots and Asses.
- ???
- Ya know what? I'll stop calling you like that, when you'll call me BULMA not WOMAN, cause my name is Bulma you prick. – Bulma looked at him, as he glared at her, turned around and left.
- What the hell posesed me to invite him? – she sighned
- Maybe you did that becouse I'm so handsome, that you couldn't take your eyes off me hmm? - Vegeta shouted to her from the kitchen.
- Oh, shut up, you ass. – she said and turned her attention to her latest invention – time machine in a watch. She was really proud of this, and thou this was only a better version of that thing in wich this boy from the future came, it was a lot more functional and useful. It looked like a simple watch. Black, with small red button and date setting. „Perfect" Bulma thought and put it on. „And it maches my jeans." She smiled and left to repair that damned GR.
While Vegeta was busy eating everythig from the fridge, Bulma fixed the GR
- Vegeeeeta!!! Get your sorry ass here if you want to train!!!
- This is the only thing that I want to do on that mudball you call your planet. – he smirked and set the gavity to 400g.
„Finally. The baby is all alone with its favorite toy, now I can prepare for my date." She sighned and began to dig in her clothes.
Half an hour later Bulma was ready. She was sitting on a sofa in her living room, waiting.
„He should be here any minute." She thought and in that moment, the doorbell rang.
- Hi, Bulma baby. – Yamcha smiled as he saw his blue haired girlfriend. – May I go inside?
- Yeah, sure. „That's strange. We're always going out."
- Babe, I wanted to talk to you. – Yamcha said.
After 2 hours he left.
Vegeta was amused that they didn't accually DO anything. They just talked. And it was very odd.
- Woman, what happened? – he asked Bulma while she was cooking her dinner
- Nothing.
- Don't you lie to me...
-Oh, ok. If it's so important for you, Yamcha and I broke up. Happy now? - she turned to leave, but grabed her arm.
- And that's all? You would normally cry or be mad or something...
- We broke up in peace. We're still friends. I'm not savage, Vegeta. Now let me go. – she ordered. He growled and let go. He'll NEVER understand this baka Onna. Sometimes she was even worse than Kakarott. Annoying loud - mouthed and beautiful... „Wait... How did that last one get there? Damn. I'm not thinking clearly. It must be the lack of training. Hope that GR is fixed. Or else I will kill and the Onna and Kakarott. Oh and that's a nice thought..." and with that he started his training.
9 hours later...
Bulma falled exhaused on her bed. „This was a very busy day" she thought and fell asleep.
The next day she went to the kitchen only to find that Veggie has eaten all the food suplies. „Oh when I'll get this monkey, he will regred that he even heard of Earth...". Sheran to the GR and pulled out the main plug. She heard the power go down and after that loud cursing. „It's music to my ears... Here he goes."
-WOMAN!!! What the hell did you do?!?!?!?!
- Oh, i just wanted to say that your going OUT, buster. Becouse you've ate ALL the food, you will go shopping.
- What? Woman, I'm not a serevant.
- And I am, right? Please, Veggie. Now, off you go.
- Onna, I'm warning you... – Vegeta growled and grabbed her wrist.
- You baka! Don't do that... too late.
- What, Woman?
- You'll see...
And suddenly they felt the room spinning.
- Oh. – Bulma said
- Woman – Vegeta said
- Hm? – she responded
- Where are we? – he asked calmly
- I. Don't. Know.
- Oh.
Two minutes passed is silence.
- Onna. – he growled. – Take us back.
- I'm working at it. You could find out where are we.
As she began to do something with her time mahine, he looked around. They were standing in the middle of a field. Far on the horizon there were few cottages, and on the other side there was a large city.
- Vegeta.
- What.
- I can't fix it.
- What do you mean, you can't. You can fix anything...
- Maybe, but we are in a strange place, and I have no tools.
- Just great. Woman. Now I can kill you.
- Oh really?
- Or maybe... first we will find out where are we.
- You mean WHEN are we.
- Eee... what do you mean...?
- i mean, that when you touched time mahine on my wrist, we are somwhere in time.
-...
- Let's go to that town. – she said and started to walk thru the field. He watched her for a moment. And then he grabbed her by her waist and took off to the air.
Five minutes later they were inside the city walls, looking at the colorful crowd. Bulma thought, that it was some kind of market place.
- Excuse me? – she asked
- Quo? – the old woman with wood on her back looked at her.
- Erm... Where are we?
- Quo?
- Vegeta – she whispered – she's speaking Latin...
- So we are in Rome.