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A/n: So here we are again. It just keeps going and going, huh folks. Some trip, but will it ever end? I don't know what I'm talking about. Well enjoy the next chapie!
**Last time on The Bulma and Vegeta Story:
"Stop it!" Bulma spat. She was still looking at her reflection in the mirror. She finished buttoning up her pants and grabbed the pack of cigarettes on her dresser. With a deep breath she headed towards the door to face the only thing that really scared her.
Bulma's Apartment 8:35A.M.
Where was he? Bulma had come down to the main floor of her apartment expecting to find a grumpy Vegeta in want of his breakfast. He wasn't anywhere to be seen! "Vegeta?" Bulma called. "Vegeta where are you?" Bulma was standing alone in her kitchen. It was pretty enough, kind of cold and mean looking though. That was the problem with the entire building of capsule corp., it was so modern that it was barren and cruel. The living spaces were beautiful and homey, but the halls were almost hospital-like, similar to a space ship. That was it, a space ship! A white-walled space dock patiently awaited the Star-ship Bulma. Slowly, ever so slowly, the ship pulls in. Connection. The doors open and morbid looking young workers exit just to arrive for another meaningless venture. I look at all the lonely people. Bulma smirked when she thought about never returning home. It didn't seem too terrible at the moment, floating into space, away from everyone, never to return. The door made a whooshing sound as it slid past her face, revealing to her who her caller was. Bulma walked out of her apartment into the ground hallway of Capsule corp. "If he's not at my apartment then maybe he'll be at my parents." She passed numerous droids all eager to give her a friendly 'hello Miss Bulma', and continued on to the bigger apartment in the building. She stepped through the whooshing doors and slinked inside. Her parents might have still been asleep, so she remained quiet. Going past the living room she entered the kitchen to find her mother frivolously washing dishing and humming to herself. Bulma must have made some noise because her mother turned around and glanced at her. "Bulma! What a pleasant surprise! When did you come in?" She went back to washing cocktail glasses. "Just a minute ago." Bulma looked around the room for any trace of Vegeta. "That's nice, dear. Would you like me to make you something to eat?" Bulma was distracted. "No, that's O.K. Mom. SAY, you didn't happen to see Vegeta around here somewhere, did you?" "No, Why? Are you looking for sexual favors?" Mrs. Briefs asked in her usual peppy manner. Bulma's mouth hung open. "Ofcourse not!" She looked around nervously. "Why on earth would you say something like that?" She shouted. Mrs. Briefs smiled a knowing smile. "Oh, I just have a feeling about you two." Bulma sat down at the kitchen table and crossed her legs. She lit a cigarette, inhaled and said, "Well rethink your feeling." Bulma was royally pissed off. Where on earth could Vegeta be? She frowned to herself. "Why don't you check to see if he's in the Gr.? He's always in there." The Gr.! She forgot that he had gotten up to go train that morning. That was where he was! "I can't go in there!" Bulma whined and took another puff of her cigarette. "Why are you looking for him?" Bulma's mother dried her hands and pulled up a chair next to Bulma. Bulma sank farther down in her chair. "It's nothing." If only it was simply nothing. "Well why can't you go look for him in the Gr.?" Bulma grimaced. "I just can't, goddamnit!" "Don't swear, and stop smoking!" Mrs. Briefs put out Bulma's cigarette. "You'll die before your forty." Her voice had gotten strangely serious. "Look, how about you just go outside and see if he is in the Gr., O.K.? I know you care about him." Bulma looked down at her hands. Let me in, onna.please. "Damnit Mom, I don't need your shit right now." Bulma was close to tears. Her mother had struck something deep inside of her. She stood up quickly and exited the apartment though the door she came in. She secretly took her mother's advice and went outside to the Gr. Kami, She wanted to board that ship right about now. Board that ship and just leave. "Look at the stars Mommy!" A little Bulma squealed. A younger Mrs. Briefs was wearing a lovely, old-fashioned dress. "They're beautiful aren't they, sweety." Bulma stood on her tiptoes and pressed her face against the window. Bulma stood on the toes of her sneakers to see inside the Gr. "We're leaving Momma! Look at that! We keep getting farther and farther away from earth." "That's right Bulma." The chatter of people buzzed throughout the ship. In her imagination, Bulma saw Vegeta getting farther and farther out of her reach. "Will we ever come back again?" The little girl asked. "We will, but when we do it will never be the same again."
A/n: So here we are again. It just keeps going and going, huh folks. Some trip, but will it ever end? I don't know what I'm talking about. Well enjoy the next chapie!
**Last time on The Bulma and Vegeta Story:
"Stop it!" Bulma spat. She was still looking at her reflection in the mirror. She finished buttoning up her pants and grabbed the pack of cigarettes on her dresser. With a deep breath she headed towards the door to face the only thing that really scared her.
Bulma's Apartment 8:35A.M.
Where was he? Bulma had come down to the main floor of her apartment expecting to find a grumpy Vegeta in want of his breakfast. He wasn't anywhere to be seen! "Vegeta?" Bulma called. "Vegeta where are you?" Bulma was standing alone in her kitchen. It was pretty enough, kind of cold and mean looking though. That was the problem with the entire building of capsule corp., it was so modern that it was barren and cruel. The living spaces were beautiful and homey, but the halls were almost hospital-like, similar to a space ship. That was it, a space ship! A white-walled space dock patiently awaited the Star-ship Bulma. Slowly, ever so slowly, the ship pulls in. Connection. The doors open and morbid looking young workers exit just to arrive for another meaningless venture. I look at all the lonely people. Bulma smirked when she thought about never returning home. It didn't seem too terrible at the moment, floating into space, away from everyone, never to return. The door made a whooshing sound as it slid past her face, revealing to her who her caller was. Bulma walked out of her apartment into the ground hallway of Capsule corp. "If he's not at my apartment then maybe he'll be at my parents." She passed numerous droids all eager to give her a friendly 'hello Miss Bulma', and continued on to the bigger apartment in the building. She stepped through the whooshing doors and slinked inside. Her parents might have still been asleep, so she remained quiet. Going past the living room she entered the kitchen to find her mother frivolously washing dishing and humming to herself. Bulma must have made some noise because her mother turned around and glanced at her. "Bulma! What a pleasant surprise! When did you come in?" She went back to washing cocktail glasses. "Just a minute ago." Bulma looked around the room for any trace of Vegeta. "That's nice, dear. Would you like me to make you something to eat?" Bulma was distracted. "No, that's O.K. Mom. SAY, you didn't happen to see Vegeta around here somewhere, did you?" "No, Why? Are you looking for sexual favors?" Mrs. Briefs asked in her usual peppy manner. Bulma's mouth hung open. "Ofcourse not!" She looked around nervously. "Why on earth would you say something like that?" She shouted. Mrs. Briefs smiled a knowing smile. "Oh, I just have a feeling about you two." Bulma sat down at the kitchen table and crossed her legs. She lit a cigarette, inhaled and said, "Well rethink your feeling." Bulma was royally pissed off. Where on earth could Vegeta be? She frowned to herself. "Why don't you check to see if he's in the Gr.? He's always in there." The Gr.! She forgot that he had gotten up to go train that morning. That was where he was! "I can't go in there!" Bulma whined and took another puff of her cigarette. "Why are you looking for him?" Bulma's mother dried her hands and pulled up a chair next to Bulma. Bulma sank farther down in her chair. "It's nothing." If only it was simply nothing. "Well why can't you go look for him in the Gr.?" Bulma grimaced. "I just can't, goddamnit!" "Don't swear, and stop smoking!" Mrs. Briefs put out Bulma's cigarette. "You'll die before your forty." Her voice had gotten strangely serious. "Look, how about you just go outside and see if he is in the Gr., O.K.? I know you care about him." Bulma looked down at her hands. Let me in, onna.please. "Damnit Mom, I don't need your shit right now." Bulma was close to tears. Her mother had struck something deep inside of her. She stood up quickly and exited the apartment though the door she came in. She secretly took her mother's advice and went outside to the Gr. Kami, She wanted to board that ship right about now. Board that ship and just leave. "Look at the stars Mommy!" A little Bulma squealed. A younger Mrs. Briefs was wearing a lovely, old-fashioned dress. "They're beautiful aren't they, sweety." Bulma stood on her tiptoes and pressed her face against the window. Bulma stood on the toes of her sneakers to see inside the Gr. "We're leaving Momma! Look at that! We keep getting farther and farther away from earth." "That's right Bulma." The chatter of people buzzed throughout the ship. In her imagination, Bulma saw Vegeta getting farther and farther out of her reach. "Will we ever come back again?" The little girl asked. "We will, but when we do it will never be the same again."