Disclamer: I don't own DBZ. Don't sue!
Authors Note: This chap is happening in India. All explanaitions will be placed in the text.
I'd like to thank Rez and DragonUK, the only ones who are revieving.
And one more thing. This time machine is also space machine, so they could land even on the Nort Pole (but they won't. I'm not cruel, ya know). The time machine is so broken, that Bulma can't fix it. I've invented it and I even have a project of it (no, it's not working), so I can explain you what's wrong. There's a small wire in the machine, that needs to be replaced and an microprocesor with one plug broken, so Bulma can't fix it with the 10th century tools. But don't worry! The machine is capable of working, but... let's say, not exactly correct. Enough of this technical blabbing.
On with the storry!
Chapter 5
1567 A.D.
- Now what...? – Bulma spoke silently.
- I. Don't. Know. Woman. – Vegeta wanted to add „Everything will be allright", but once again his damned pride was on the way.
- I guess I must try. Till we get home.
Suddenly the sayian turned around.
- Woman, someone's comming.
- But remember, no killing.
- OK., OK... You're so stubborn.
The bush near by moved and a man in torn pants appeared. He saw them and screamed. Bulma tossed Vegeta a translator and he put it on.
- Hay, man! Easy! – he said but he turned on his heel and ran away. A few moments later about 20 man in aromour sorrounded them.
- Oh. And what the hell is this? – Bulma asked in bored voice.
- We are the warriors of Jarbura Rana /AN: I invented the first one. But „rana" means „king" in Hindu/. What are you doing on his highness lands? Explaine yourself!- a man in the red clothes ordered.
- We were... lost. That's it! Lost. We are from a far country, and we seek for a big city to... talk with it's ruler. – the bule-haired woman said.
- What for? And why do YOU speak, woman? In your country women are higher rank than man? If yes, do us a favour and let the man continue.
- In my country everyone are equal /AN: Yeach, right. ;b/ - Bulma spat and wanted to say someting more, but Vegeta spoke first.
- We wanted to discuss the economical treaty. We came here to sign a contract, but unfortunetlly, we've got lost. Can you show us the way to the city?
The leader of the group looked at them unsuerly, but ordered a few of his troops to escort them to Delhi /AN: A city in India/
After 5 hours of murderous march in the jungle... (for Bulma, not for Veggie. He only complained about the heat)
Our not-yet-a-couple arrived to the city. Bulma didn't pay attencion to it, she only wanted to get some rest. Finally, they've reached the palace. It was build of the most finest materials. Gold, silver, marble... The view was stunning. They went inside, walked down endless corridors, but at the end they stepped into the throne room. On the end of it, on a big throne, a small man was sitting.
- Welcome – he spoke
- Oh, hi. – Bulma said
- Woman, behave yourself. One wrong move, and you can spend the rest of your life in a dungeon. – Vegeta whispered
- Oh. And YOU are afraid. – she whispered back
-No, woman. I just don't want ot blow up such a nice palace. But... I just could leave you here.
- You couldn't. You couldn't get home
- If you can't fix that thing, I don't need you. Besides, I can live anywhere.
- Yeach, right. Like always, I belive you.
- Stop this, woman, and pay attencion – Vegeta growled. The Rana was blabbing all the time, but the Onna wasn't listening. „she'll get killed someday, the beautiful blue-haired... Nevermind!"
- And what a georgous wife you have...?
- Princevegetaandsheisnotmywife. – he said in one breath
- Sorry?
- She. Is. Not. My. Wife. – he said once again. Slowly. „Oh, shit..."
- So would you mind if I take her? – the Rana asked
- WHAT?!?!?! – Bulma and Vegeta yelled together
- Why not? You're very pretty. You could...
- She could not. – Bulma looked at the Sayian who was glaring his famous „death glare" at the king. He was looking like he was about to Final Flash everyting. „What the hell happened to him?"
- Yes... I'm... I'm engaged. – blue haired sciencetist immediatley said.
- O really... But I'm sure that this man would be honored, that the great Rana finces her atractive. – the Rana's adviser hissed – I suggest not to deny.
- Oh, yeach... We will consider this proposition. – Vegeta glared once more. „This time he is probably thinking of his pride. Isn't he?" Bulma wondered. – But in the meantime, we would like to rest.
- Of course. Jahi will lead you to your quaters.
An hour later...
Bulma just dressed up, and she hoped to get a nice long nap. „Well, if it's supposed to be long, it's not a nap !" she giglled. „So, I'm going to go to well-deserved sleep. I wonder if..."
- Woman!
„Hell, and I was wondering where the hell he was."
- What is it, Vegeta? – she asked in a bored tone. „I'm gonna kill him someday"
- You know where our food is?
- You've ate it all half an hour ago.
- Yes, but they said, that there will be more.
- They said, that there will be more, when we'll go for dinner.
- Huh?
- Oh, really Veggie-boy. You and your reflex. The Rana invited us to dinner!
- I'm not going.
- Why?
- Becouse... He... He...
- Wants to marry me? – Bulma smirked. Somehow she knew that he wouldn't let her to do what the king wanted. A smirk turned into a smile.
- What, Woman. You want to marry him?
- You want me to marry him? – she anwsered with with a question.
- NO! I mean... I don't care.
- And I'm the queen of Monako.
- I DON'T CARE, WOMAN! I just don't like the guy. I don't trust him.
- What about the good old method, like blasting-into-oblivion? If you don't like someone you usually...
- I don't like YOU, Woman, but I do not have intention killing you.
- Why is that?
- BECOUSE, you're the one to repair the time machine, and in our time you fix the GR, so... I'm not stupid, I do not destroy something that I use.
- Ass.
- Bitch.
- Monkey.
- Whore.
- Idiot.
- Loud-mouthed baka.
- Dickless bastard.
- That was mean.
- I am mean.
- Shut up.
- Fuck you.
- Get lost.
- Try me.
- You want to?
- Yeach!
He stepped close, that they were almost touching with noses. She didn't step back. Suddenly Bulma found herself gazing into his black eyes. And he was doing the same with hers.
The door cracked open.
- Excuse me? – a man in dark red pants appeared.
Vegeta jumpeed from the blue-haired woman
- What! - He snapped
- The Rana wishes to meet you...
- Tell him...
- ...we will be there in a minute – Bulma ended
When the guy left, she decided to change. She fund some clothes but... she wondered what Rana would do when she would wear those. OR what Vegeta would do? „Oh, hell... I might try!"
15 minutes later...
„GOD DAMN IT! What the hell that Woman did?" Vegeta looked at her in nearly transparent dress. In fact, she looked beautiful. „She alwayes looked beautiful in blue..." he thought dreamly.
- Vegeta... Vegeta? – Bulma waved her hand in front of his face.
- What, Woman? – he snapped out of his trance.
- We're going?
- Yeach, whatever.
They walked dow the corridor. Few guards were stealing glances at Bulma, but Vegeta was glaring at them, and they immediatly looked away.
When they finally arrived, the Rana was eating desert. Aappearently he didn't bother to wait for them.
- Have you finally decided? About my propsition? Do you want your woman to marry me?
- NO. I don't want to.
- You must!
- Make me. – Sayian no Oui looked him like he wanted to tell „screw you".
- I shall not argue with you. Guards! – The king shouted
- Here we go again... – Vegeta muttered. This time he wouldn't make a fule of himself, and get locked up. He knocked down the nearest man, and shot a ki beam to another. That frightened the rest, and they backed to the wall.
- He's a deamon! – one of them whispered
- No, he's a sayian. – Bulma smiled, and pushed a button on her time machine. She didn't know, if it's working, but it was always worth trying.
Then she felt the world spinning.
So. That is the 5th chapter. Did you like it?!?!?!?! I really DO like reading revievs, you know.
Huh, nevermind. I don't have school for a week, so I have some time to write. AND my mum ended her work on a computer! Ha!
You know, I promise, that the 6th chap will be better. Maybe some sparks will fly! (But this is not a promise)
In the meantime, enjoy other great fics, that you will find in FF.
Bye!
Aśka
Authors Note: This chap is happening in India. All explanaitions will be placed in the text.
I'd like to thank Rez and DragonUK, the only ones who are revieving.
And one more thing. This time machine is also space machine, so they could land even on the Nort Pole (but they won't. I'm not cruel, ya know). The time machine is so broken, that Bulma can't fix it. I've invented it and I even have a project of it (no, it's not working), so I can explain you what's wrong. There's a small wire in the machine, that needs to be replaced and an microprocesor with one plug broken, so Bulma can't fix it with the 10th century tools. But don't worry! The machine is capable of working, but... let's say, not exactly correct. Enough of this technical blabbing.
On with the storry!
Chapter 5
1567 A.D.
- Now what...? – Bulma spoke silently.
- I. Don't. Know. Woman. – Vegeta wanted to add „Everything will be allright", but once again his damned pride was on the way.
- I guess I must try. Till we get home.
Suddenly the sayian turned around.
- Woman, someone's comming.
- But remember, no killing.
- OK., OK... You're so stubborn.
The bush near by moved and a man in torn pants appeared. He saw them and screamed. Bulma tossed Vegeta a translator and he put it on.
- Hay, man! Easy! – he said but he turned on his heel and ran away. A few moments later about 20 man in aromour sorrounded them.
- Oh. And what the hell is this? – Bulma asked in bored voice.
- We are the warriors of Jarbura Rana /AN: I invented the first one. But „rana" means „king" in Hindu/. What are you doing on his highness lands? Explaine yourself!- a man in the red clothes ordered.
- We were... lost. That's it! Lost. We are from a far country, and we seek for a big city to... talk with it's ruler. – the bule-haired woman said.
- What for? And why do YOU speak, woman? In your country women are higher rank than man? If yes, do us a favour and let the man continue.
- In my country everyone are equal /AN: Yeach, right. ;b/ - Bulma spat and wanted to say someting more, but Vegeta spoke first.
- We wanted to discuss the economical treaty. We came here to sign a contract, but unfortunetlly, we've got lost. Can you show us the way to the city?
The leader of the group looked at them unsuerly, but ordered a few of his troops to escort them to Delhi /AN: A city in India/
After 5 hours of murderous march in the jungle... (for Bulma, not for Veggie. He only complained about the heat)
Our not-yet-a-couple arrived to the city. Bulma didn't pay attencion to it, she only wanted to get some rest. Finally, they've reached the palace. It was build of the most finest materials. Gold, silver, marble... The view was stunning. They went inside, walked down endless corridors, but at the end they stepped into the throne room. On the end of it, on a big throne, a small man was sitting.
- Welcome – he spoke
- Oh, hi. – Bulma said
- Woman, behave yourself. One wrong move, and you can spend the rest of your life in a dungeon. – Vegeta whispered
- Oh. And YOU are afraid. – she whispered back
-No, woman. I just don't want ot blow up such a nice palace. But... I just could leave you here.
- You couldn't. You couldn't get home
- If you can't fix that thing, I don't need you. Besides, I can live anywhere.
- Yeach, right. Like always, I belive you.
- Stop this, woman, and pay attencion – Vegeta growled. The Rana was blabbing all the time, but the Onna wasn't listening. „she'll get killed someday, the beautiful blue-haired... Nevermind!"
- And what a georgous wife you have...?
- Princevegetaandsheisnotmywife. – he said in one breath
- Sorry?
- She. Is. Not. My. Wife. – he said once again. Slowly. „Oh, shit..."
- So would you mind if I take her? – the Rana asked
- WHAT?!?!?! – Bulma and Vegeta yelled together
- Why not? You're very pretty. You could...
- She could not. – Bulma looked at the Sayian who was glaring his famous „death glare" at the king. He was looking like he was about to Final Flash everyting. „What the hell happened to him?"
- Yes... I'm... I'm engaged. – blue haired sciencetist immediatley said.
- O really... But I'm sure that this man would be honored, that the great Rana finces her atractive. – the Rana's adviser hissed – I suggest not to deny.
- Oh, yeach... We will consider this proposition. – Vegeta glared once more. „This time he is probably thinking of his pride. Isn't he?" Bulma wondered. – But in the meantime, we would like to rest.
- Of course. Jahi will lead you to your quaters.
An hour later...
Bulma just dressed up, and she hoped to get a nice long nap. „Well, if it's supposed to be long, it's not a nap !" she giglled. „So, I'm going to go to well-deserved sleep. I wonder if..."
- Woman!
„Hell, and I was wondering where the hell he was."
- What is it, Vegeta? – she asked in a bored tone. „I'm gonna kill him someday"
- You know where our food is?
- You've ate it all half an hour ago.
- Yes, but they said, that there will be more.
- They said, that there will be more, when we'll go for dinner.
- Huh?
- Oh, really Veggie-boy. You and your reflex. The Rana invited us to dinner!
- I'm not going.
- Why?
- Becouse... He... He...
- Wants to marry me? – Bulma smirked. Somehow she knew that he wouldn't let her to do what the king wanted. A smirk turned into a smile.
- What, Woman. You want to marry him?
- You want me to marry him? – she anwsered with with a question.
- NO! I mean... I don't care.
- And I'm the queen of Monako.
- I DON'T CARE, WOMAN! I just don't like the guy. I don't trust him.
- What about the good old method, like blasting-into-oblivion? If you don't like someone you usually...
- I don't like YOU, Woman, but I do not have intention killing you.
- Why is that?
- BECOUSE, you're the one to repair the time machine, and in our time you fix the GR, so... I'm not stupid, I do not destroy something that I use.
- Ass.
- Bitch.
- Monkey.
- Whore.
- Idiot.
- Loud-mouthed baka.
- Dickless bastard.
- That was mean.
- I am mean.
- Shut up.
- Fuck you.
- Get lost.
- Try me.
- You want to?
- Yeach!
He stepped close, that they were almost touching with noses. She didn't step back. Suddenly Bulma found herself gazing into his black eyes. And he was doing the same with hers.
The door cracked open.
- Excuse me? – a man in dark red pants appeared.
Vegeta jumpeed from the blue-haired woman
- What! - He snapped
- The Rana wishes to meet you...
- Tell him...
- ...we will be there in a minute – Bulma ended
When the guy left, she decided to change. She fund some clothes but... she wondered what Rana would do when she would wear those. OR what Vegeta would do? „Oh, hell... I might try!"
15 minutes later...
„GOD DAMN IT! What the hell that Woman did?" Vegeta looked at her in nearly transparent dress. In fact, she looked beautiful. „She alwayes looked beautiful in blue..." he thought dreamly.
- Vegeta... Vegeta? – Bulma waved her hand in front of his face.
- What, Woman? – he snapped out of his trance.
- We're going?
- Yeach, whatever.
They walked dow the corridor. Few guards were stealing glances at Bulma, but Vegeta was glaring at them, and they immediatly looked away.
When they finally arrived, the Rana was eating desert. Aappearently he didn't bother to wait for them.
- Have you finally decided? About my propsition? Do you want your woman to marry me?
- NO. I don't want to.
- You must!
- Make me. – Sayian no Oui looked him like he wanted to tell „screw you".
- I shall not argue with you. Guards! – The king shouted
- Here we go again... – Vegeta muttered. This time he wouldn't make a fule of himself, and get locked up. He knocked down the nearest man, and shot a ki beam to another. That frightened the rest, and they backed to the wall.
- He's a deamon! – one of them whispered
- No, he's a sayian. – Bulma smiled, and pushed a button on her time machine. She didn't know, if it's working, but it was always worth trying.
Then she felt the world spinning.
So. That is the 5th chapter. Did you like it?!?!?!?! I really DO like reading revievs, you know.
Huh, nevermind. I don't have school for a week, so I have some time to write. AND my mum ended her work on a computer! Ha!
You know, I promise, that the 6th chap will be better. Maybe some sparks will fly! (But this is not a promise)
In the meantime, enjoy other great fics, that you will find in FF.
Bye!
Aśka