Disclamer: I doooonnn't own DBZ (bursts into tears) Don't sue.
Version 1.1 (becouse in 1st version I didn't write a few things)
Authors Note: Just when I ended the 6th chappy, I decided to write this one. My parents are in the cinema, so I have alot of time. ^_^ I don't know if you're gonna like it. WARNING! It's a little weird!
After reading this, you'll probably think that my ego is bigger than the Solar System, but... ah, hell! You'll like it, or not, BUT I hope you reviev.
Special Authors Note: This chapter is dedicated to my best friend, Grzesiek (Gregory in English), who LOVES history, and especially this part of it. The 17th century.
Now, on with the story.
Chapter 7
I won't tell you where they are (yet)
It's an ending to the last chap.
Bulma woke up with a Big headache. „Wow, I wonder if mum has some pain killers..." she stood up, and froze. „Wha..." that was only what she could think. But suddenly she recalled her „adventure" and calmed down.
- Vegeta... – she called
- What, Woman. – he turned to her. And they BOTH realized that they were on the same bed.
- Where are we...?
- Don't you remember? We're in Russia, or something like that. I can't remember all of those ridiculus names. We had to rent a room, but unfortuntely it was only one bed, so don't yell, my ears hurt.
- Oh, you can't even remember mine, so I don't expect you to remember the name of THE BIGGEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD. That's all – she ended sarcastly
- You humans are so dumb! You have to divide your planet to countries and fight with eachother, that's why you are so weak. You wouldn't reunite if an alien race would attack you! You're all pitiful weaklings!
- Shut up, you dumb-ass. We are stupid? And who, with Goku is the last Sayian in the Universe? We are divided, it's true. But YOU are destroyed. It's also a word with „d" but it has different meaning, baka. And you consider yourself so strong. Really, Veggie-boy, you're pitiful, not me.
- Woman, if you'll EVER insult my race again...
- You will do what? Vegeta, I'm sick of you! Everybody are sick of you! Don't you understand? It's not blood that matteres, it's what you have inside, and what you want to be /AN: Really, Bulma gave him phillosophical speach ^_~/
He loooked at her for a few moments
- Woman, get dressed. We're leaving soon. – somehow, he knew, that what she said was true. And this fact was annoying.
Now, the REAL chapter 7 beginns
1652 A.D.
Vegeta landed his... let's say ass on a rock hard street. He heard Bulma curse under her breath. He looked around.
- Oh shit, not again... – here he was, in the middle of a marketplace, with the Woman on top of him. And they were wearing the clothes that Rana gave them. For the first (maybe second) time all the people around were staring at him.
- What? – he snapped – What are you looking at?
- Ty, rozumiesz co on gada? – one of the salesmen asked (that meant: do you understand what he's saying?)
- Nie mam pojęcia. Pewnie to duch jakowyś, zawołaj proboszcza! (I have no idea. It's probably a ghost. Go get the priest.)
- I demand to know what is going on! – Vegeta growled.
- Ludzie, uciekajcie, on rzuca urok! (Run! He's casting a spell!)
- Zmiatac mi tu kmiotki, zróbcie przejście dla szlachcica! (Get lost, low- classes, place for the noble!)- and suddenly a fat man with long moustache and red nose appeared. He pulled out a hand to the prince.
- Jam Zagłoba. A wy? (I'm Zagłoba. And you?) – he asked kindly
- Vegeta, your translator – Bulma handed him one.
- Oh, thanks. Now, could you repeat your question? – he turned to a strange man, with even stranger name.
- What are your names? If I can ask that kind of question, of course. – he had his hand still outstreched
- I'm prince Vegeta of Vegetasei, and this is the Woman.
- I have a NAME, you prick. And that name is Bulma Briefs. – she smiled.
- Oooh, you have a spirit, little one. Are you from East? Your names sound unfamilliar. But, nevermind. You – he pointed to Vegeta – are the prince. And by our custom you should be greeted like one. Come, I'll buy you a drink. – he grinned and led them to a place, where they've met a few of his companions. They introduced themselves as Wołodyjowski, Rzędzian and Skrzetuski.
- He's a prince from East. And this beautiful woman with him is wery similar to your Basieńka, Michał. (He was referring to Wołodyjowski. His wife name was Basia, and she had similar temper as Bulma) – Zagłoba said, and bought eveyone a glass of beer.
- Woman, you're drinking? – Vegeta asked in amusment.
- Why not, Veggie-chan? I'm not old enough? /AN; „chan" means „darling"/
- No, Woman, but...
- Knock it off, and gimme that glass. – she said and drank it all at one time. Zagłoba was impressed (Vegeta also, but he wouldn't admit it even under tortures)
- Well, young lady! It seems, that tonight's gonna be fun! – the fat man laughed and ordered
more drinks.
Few hours and maaaaany glasses later...
- So... She'sssss not your... *hic* wife? – Skrzetuski asked unsurely
- Nooooo... Who would have wanted suchch an uugly and no... nosy woooooooman, l... *hic* like her? – Vegeta was completley drunk
- Cutt it out Vegetable-brain... Teeel me, how did you... killlledd... Noppa? Neppa?
- Nappa, stupid, weakilng, baka...
- ass, bakayaro, bastard...
- Whyy are you sooo rude? – Michał empied his glass. – Waiter, another one! – he waved his hand and fell off the chair.
30 minutes later...
- And then I bwlashed thisss sonn-off-a-bitch
- into ovlibaraion (translation: into oblivion) – Bulmas hands circled around Vegetas neck. In her drunken state she had to have something to hold herself in order to stay up. But then he stumbled to the floor and she ended up on top of him.
The next day...
Bulmas eyes snapped open. „This got to stop. Whenever I wake up, I don't know where I am." But she felt someone stirr and looked slowly down. She didn't want to know the answer, but somehow she could sense WHO it was.
- Ummm... Vegeta...
- Silence, Woman, my head is about to explode.
- That's called hangover, but I think...
- So don't think, Woman, and get some sleep...
- But I would be glad if you let me go Vegeta.
- Shut up... What!?!? – he looked up only to see Bulmas face right in front of his – What the hell all that means?
- You, and I for that matter, got drunk and we... well... fell asleep.
- Ok. Get up. – when she obeyed he stood up and looked around. – Oh, shit whatta mess...
- Since when you care about a mess?
- Since I've met... Kakarott- „Damn! I've almost said „her" That Woman is going to be my end."
- Hay, children! You're going to stay a little longer?
- No, I wish I could but... we must go. – Vegeta said. He accualy liked those people. They were good companions. Drunk or not, it was FUN to be with them. He had that kind of feeling when he was arguing with the Onna. „Wait, not that crap again... I'm getting tiered of this. Do I REALLY like the Woman...No... this could NOT be happening. I, the great Sayian Prince, falling for a baka unworthy my attencion Onna. Is she unworthy? She has a spirit, that's true, and beauty, brains...
- Vegeta, are you falling for that Woman? – a voice in his head said, mocking him
- I am! And you're not going to destroy it! – another voice called
- Look at yourself, weakling. You and this... blue-haired slut!
- Don't call her that!
- Oh, why?
- Becouse...
- Hmmm?
- Fuck you!"
- Vegeta! Vegeta! You're allright? – Bulma was getting worried. He never acted like this!
- Huh? Woman? Wha...
- What happened?
- I... don't know. Just leave me be, right now.
She sighned and turned her attencion to the time machine. It seemed like the timer was broken...
- What is this? – she jumped at the sound of that voice. It seemed so familiar... – Michał, I'll get you for this! You told me that you'll never EVER get drunk! And now look at you! (an so on). – Bulma knew why she recognized this voice... I sounded like ChiChi. She wondered if she was competely sober... But no, this was that Baśka of whom Zagłoba was talking about. Was she really like her? „God damn... I must change myself..." And turned to her work. „This wire goes here, this there..."
- And...!
- Shut up, woman! Can't you see we're suffering here? – Vegeta muttered holding his head.
- How rude!
- Please, let me work. – Bulma said calmly. The woman shot up in instant.
- Thank you.
20 minutes later...
-Ha! Finished!
-What? – Skrzetuski asked
- Can't tell you. – Bulma smiled, grabbed Vegeta by the collar and pushed our well-known red button.
Well, well... Veggie's having personality problems? And will Bulma fix that god damn thing?
You'll see next time!
And only one explanation. This charakters (Zagłoba, Skrzetuski etc.) were from the Sienkiweicz trylogy (Ogniem i Mieczem, Potop, Pan Wołodyjowski). So don't sue about it either. ^_^
Aśka
P.S. This chappy was placed in Poland. E-mail me, if you have questions: asiolek4@wp.pl
Version 1.1 (becouse in 1st version I didn't write a few things)
Authors Note: Just when I ended the 6th chappy, I decided to write this one. My parents are in the cinema, so I have alot of time. ^_^ I don't know if you're gonna like it. WARNING! It's a little weird!
After reading this, you'll probably think that my ego is bigger than the Solar System, but... ah, hell! You'll like it, or not, BUT I hope you reviev.
Special Authors Note: This chapter is dedicated to my best friend, Grzesiek (Gregory in English), who LOVES history, and especially this part of it. The 17th century.
Now, on with the story.
Chapter 7
I won't tell you where they are (yet)
It's an ending to the last chap.
Bulma woke up with a Big headache. „Wow, I wonder if mum has some pain killers..." she stood up, and froze. „Wha..." that was only what she could think. But suddenly she recalled her „adventure" and calmed down.
- Vegeta... – she called
- What, Woman. – he turned to her. And they BOTH realized that they were on the same bed.
- Where are we...?
- Don't you remember? We're in Russia, or something like that. I can't remember all of those ridiculus names. We had to rent a room, but unfortuntely it was only one bed, so don't yell, my ears hurt.
- Oh, you can't even remember mine, so I don't expect you to remember the name of THE BIGGEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD. That's all – she ended sarcastly
- You humans are so dumb! You have to divide your planet to countries and fight with eachother, that's why you are so weak. You wouldn't reunite if an alien race would attack you! You're all pitiful weaklings!
- Shut up, you dumb-ass. We are stupid? And who, with Goku is the last Sayian in the Universe? We are divided, it's true. But YOU are destroyed. It's also a word with „d" but it has different meaning, baka. And you consider yourself so strong. Really, Veggie-boy, you're pitiful, not me.
- Woman, if you'll EVER insult my race again...
- You will do what? Vegeta, I'm sick of you! Everybody are sick of you! Don't you understand? It's not blood that matteres, it's what you have inside, and what you want to be /AN: Really, Bulma gave him phillosophical speach ^_~/
He loooked at her for a few moments
- Woman, get dressed. We're leaving soon. – somehow, he knew, that what she said was true. And this fact was annoying.
Now, the REAL chapter 7 beginns
1652 A.D.
Vegeta landed his... let's say ass on a rock hard street. He heard Bulma curse under her breath. He looked around.
- Oh shit, not again... – here he was, in the middle of a marketplace, with the Woman on top of him. And they were wearing the clothes that Rana gave them. For the first (maybe second) time all the people around were staring at him.
- What? – he snapped – What are you looking at?
- Ty, rozumiesz co on gada? – one of the salesmen asked (that meant: do you understand what he's saying?)
- Nie mam pojęcia. Pewnie to duch jakowyś, zawołaj proboszcza! (I have no idea. It's probably a ghost. Go get the priest.)
- I demand to know what is going on! – Vegeta growled.
- Ludzie, uciekajcie, on rzuca urok! (Run! He's casting a spell!)
- Zmiatac mi tu kmiotki, zróbcie przejście dla szlachcica! (Get lost, low- classes, place for the noble!)- and suddenly a fat man with long moustache and red nose appeared. He pulled out a hand to the prince.
- Jam Zagłoba. A wy? (I'm Zagłoba. And you?) – he asked kindly
- Vegeta, your translator – Bulma handed him one.
- Oh, thanks. Now, could you repeat your question? – he turned to a strange man, with even stranger name.
- What are your names? If I can ask that kind of question, of course. – he had his hand still outstreched
- I'm prince Vegeta of Vegetasei, and this is the Woman.
- I have a NAME, you prick. And that name is Bulma Briefs. – she smiled.
- Oooh, you have a spirit, little one. Are you from East? Your names sound unfamilliar. But, nevermind. You – he pointed to Vegeta – are the prince. And by our custom you should be greeted like one. Come, I'll buy you a drink. – he grinned and led them to a place, where they've met a few of his companions. They introduced themselves as Wołodyjowski, Rzędzian and Skrzetuski.
- He's a prince from East. And this beautiful woman with him is wery similar to your Basieńka, Michał. (He was referring to Wołodyjowski. His wife name was Basia, and she had similar temper as Bulma) – Zagłoba said, and bought eveyone a glass of beer.
- Woman, you're drinking? – Vegeta asked in amusment.
- Why not, Veggie-chan? I'm not old enough? /AN; „chan" means „darling"/
- No, Woman, but...
- Knock it off, and gimme that glass. – she said and drank it all at one time. Zagłoba was impressed (Vegeta also, but he wouldn't admit it even under tortures)
- Well, young lady! It seems, that tonight's gonna be fun! – the fat man laughed and ordered
more drinks.
Few hours and maaaaany glasses later...
- So... She'sssss not your... *hic* wife? – Skrzetuski asked unsurely
- Nooooo... Who would have wanted suchch an uugly and no... nosy woooooooman, l... *hic* like her? – Vegeta was completley drunk
- Cutt it out Vegetable-brain... Teeel me, how did you... killlledd... Noppa? Neppa?
- Nappa, stupid, weakilng, baka...
- ass, bakayaro, bastard...
- Whyy are you sooo rude? – Michał empied his glass. – Waiter, another one! – he waved his hand and fell off the chair.
30 minutes later...
- And then I bwlashed thisss sonn-off-a-bitch
- into ovlibaraion (translation: into oblivion) – Bulmas hands circled around Vegetas neck. In her drunken state she had to have something to hold herself in order to stay up. But then he stumbled to the floor and she ended up on top of him.
The next day...
Bulmas eyes snapped open. „This got to stop. Whenever I wake up, I don't know where I am." But she felt someone stirr and looked slowly down. She didn't want to know the answer, but somehow she could sense WHO it was.
- Ummm... Vegeta...
- Silence, Woman, my head is about to explode.
- That's called hangover, but I think...
- So don't think, Woman, and get some sleep...
- But I would be glad if you let me go Vegeta.
- Shut up... What!?!? – he looked up only to see Bulmas face right in front of his – What the hell all that means?
- You, and I for that matter, got drunk and we... well... fell asleep.
- Ok. Get up. – when she obeyed he stood up and looked around. – Oh, shit whatta mess...
- Since when you care about a mess?
- Since I've met... Kakarott- „Damn! I've almost said „her" That Woman is going to be my end."
- Hay, children! You're going to stay a little longer?
- No, I wish I could but... we must go. – Vegeta said. He accualy liked those people. They were good companions. Drunk or not, it was FUN to be with them. He had that kind of feeling when he was arguing with the Onna. „Wait, not that crap again... I'm getting tiered of this. Do I REALLY like the Woman...No... this could NOT be happening. I, the great Sayian Prince, falling for a baka unworthy my attencion Onna. Is she unworthy? She has a spirit, that's true, and beauty, brains...
- Vegeta, are you falling for that Woman? – a voice in his head said, mocking him
- I am! And you're not going to destroy it! – another voice called
- Look at yourself, weakling. You and this... blue-haired slut!
- Don't call her that!
- Oh, why?
- Becouse...
- Hmmm?
- Fuck you!"
- Vegeta! Vegeta! You're allright? – Bulma was getting worried. He never acted like this!
- Huh? Woman? Wha...
- What happened?
- I... don't know. Just leave me be, right now.
She sighned and turned her attencion to the time machine. It seemed like the timer was broken...
- What is this? – she jumped at the sound of that voice. It seemed so familiar... – Michał, I'll get you for this! You told me that you'll never EVER get drunk! And now look at you! (an so on). – Bulma knew why she recognized this voice... I sounded like ChiChi. She wondered if she was competely sober... But no, this was that Baśka of whom Zagłoba was talking about. Was she really like her? „God damn... I must change myself..." And turned to her work. „This wire goes here, this there..."
- And...!
- Shut up, woman! Can't you see we're suffering here? – Vegeta muttered holding his head.
- How rude!
- Please, let me work. – Bulma said calmly. The woman shot up in instant.
- Thank you.
20 minutes later...
-Ha! Finished!
-What? – Skrzetuski asked
- Can't tell you. – Bulma smiled, grabbed Vegeta by the collar and pushed our well-known red button.
Well, well... Veggie's having personality problems? And will Bulma fix that god damn thing?
You'll see next time!
And only one explanation. This charakters (Zagłoba, Skrzetuski etc.) were from the Sienkiweicz trylogy (Ogniem i Mieczem, Potop, Pan Wołodyjowski). So don't sue about it either. ^_^
Aśka
P.S. This chappy was placed in Poland. E-mail me, if you have questions: asiolek4@wp.pl