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A.N. Hi, I apologize for not updating recently. I hate school and Psychology and I have recently discovered that I am allergic to any kind of melon...the hard way. That sucks but hey, Now I know like 5 of the nurses at the hospital on a first name basis and I can always use more friends! : ) Anyways, enough of my senseless rambling. Oh yeah.. I don't know if Yamcha can sense ki's or not but in my story he can't.
Fallen World Chapter 2 Concern?
Bulma hung her head in shame.
He knew she tried to kill herself. She dared to meet his gaze. His eyes said it all. She explored them. She saw anger as deep as the fires of hell, she saw that glint, that represented knowledge of her cowardly attempt, and she saw... concern?
Concern?
The wheels in her head began to turn. 'How did Vegeta know about last night? How did I get into my bed? How am I even alive?'
In less than a milisecond, it dawned on her. 'Vegeta saved my life! He cares about me!"
Her eyes widened in realization and then softened while his remained as hard as ever. She took a courageous step toward him and offered a small smile.
"You saved me?....Didn't you?"she asked with a tinge of gratitude in her voice
Although he really felt good that he could protect the woman, he couldn't let her see that or she would think he was growing soft so he snorted and poured as much distaste as he could into his voice. "Yes, I saved your pathetic ass...I need you to fix that damned machine when it breaks .
She knew better...Once again...his eyes said it all.
She smirked and stepped even closer. Vegeta stood his ground.
Her next words and actions made Vegeta's carefully placed wall against emotion crumble and his jaw hit the floor.
She leaned in quickly and kissed him on the lips. After a moment, she pulled away a few inches. "Thank you...Prince Vegeta..."
Before he could even react, she turned and left him to his thoughts.
Vegeta watched her retreating form in awe. 'What the hell just happened?'
"VEGETA-DEAR! YOUR BRUNCH WILL TURN TO LUNCH IF YOU DON"T HURRY THAT CUTE BUTT UP AND EAT IT!!" screeched Mrs. Briefs from the bottom of the steps.
Vegeta sighed and went downstairs to deal with brunch before it got out of hand.
Vegeta wolfed down his 'brunch' in record time, even faster than Goku, occasionally sneaking peeks of the top of Bulma's head over the newspaper that she was reading. After he was finished. He bolted out of the room to the gravity room for some intense training.
"Bulma-dear, your father and I are going out to a dinner and a movie tonight, I put Veggie-Pooh's dinner in the fridge. Heat it up at 350 for 12 minutes." Mrs. Breifs chirped as she grabbed her purse and her husband and drug them both out the door.
"Bye mom." Bulma waved.
She looked at the clock and sighed "5:00 and nothing to do..."
The phone rang and Bulma answered it cheerfully.
"Hey Babe..." a sultry voice greeted
"Yamcha..." she returned with distaste
"What's got your panties in a twist?" he returned nonchalantly after taking a drink.
"Think, Asshole." she ordered while tapping her foot
Yamcha panicked .....she saw him and Sara! 'QUICK YAMCHA, ya gotta think fast if you wanna keep the bitch's cash rolling in...'
"Aw come on baby, your sour over yesterday?... There wasn't anything going on between me and...whats-her-face. It's show business..." He soothed.
"What's-her-face?! OH! You mean that tramp with the short red dress made from cheap sheer curtains, that you were KISSING on public television yesterday? And what did she say again?... Hmmm...let me think..uh....OH YEAH!... I'm pregnant with his baby? Wasn't that it?" she screeched
"SHE'S A FAN!!" he retorted
"A FAN? Is that how you treat every fan?! YAMCHA! I SWEAR...If I EVER see you again... I will have Vegeta beat the living shit out of you till you are so scarred up you wont be able to show your face in public again! " She huffed
"Vegeta!? You are cheating on me with VEGETA!?" he boomed.
"I never said that but I think Vegeta would be a better lover than you ever could be!" she spat and slammed the phone down on the receiver.
Yamcha placed the phone on the hook gently, a look of absolute hatred settled in his eyes.
He went for his sake that he had been nursing and drained the remainder of the bottle dry. He sat a few minutes and then he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
It was one thing for him to cheat on Bulma...he had certain...needs that Bulma didn't want to full-fill, But NO ONE should EVER cheat on HIM!!!
Vegeta dodged an imaginary punch and proceded to ki blast his shadow to death trying to get her out of his mind. He had been at it for hours...
So far...he was unsucessful.
'KAMI! Why the hell did she have to do that...now I want her even more than I did before! She probably wasn't even serious about kissing me....just another silly Earth custom...She's probably forgiving that asswipe now and I am in here going crazy over her like some invalidic reject.!' "OOOF!." He panted as a stray ki blast bounced off the wall and hit him in the gut. He dodged a few more and sat down indian style on the floor. "Kuso..."he sighed
Yamcha sped into the driveway, leaving tire tracks on the ground. He got out of the car and slammed the door so hard the window cracked. He walked slowly to the door, fists balled, and beat on it for all it's worth. "BULMA!"
She jumped up from the couch, where she had been trying to relax and ran to the kitchen to get a knife from the drawer just in case he decided to threaten her.
"BULMA! LET ME IN NOW!!!" he beat on the door again.
'Shit! He sounds mad!' she thought as she quickly ran and hid in the bathroom.
"FUCK IT!" he kicked the door in and started looking for her.
She panicked at the sound of splintering wood.
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Vegeta felt the onna's ki spike in panic and opened his eyes from his uneasy meditation. He felt the asswipe weakling's ki as well. "What the hell is going on!? She probably made up with that dickwad and is fucking him as I speak!!" he growled and slowly got up.
"Bulma." He said in a singsong voice. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
He came to the bathroom on the first floor and smirked. Something was moving in there. He pretended to leave and close the door but instead of closing the door behind him he floated up and closed himself inside. Bulma sighed in relief and opened the door. Intending to climb out the bathroom window to the GR and hope and pray Vegeta would help her.
He pounced on her from above causing her to drop her knife. He straddled her hips and pinned her arms above her head with one hand. He cackled. "What's this?" his words, somewhat slurred. He picked up the knife, the stench of alcohol permeated the air that she was trying to breathe.
"First your cheating on me...Now you think you can defend yourself with this knife? Bulma.....Do you think I am going to hurt you?" he inquired hazily while tapping the flat part of the blade on the side of her face
"If you even think about it....I'll scream so loud, Vegeta will hear and then he will kick your ass for disturbing his training!"
"Again with the Space Monkey? Now I know you are fucking him..." he growled and then laughed again. "WHORE!!!"
She gasped as he grabbed her breast roughly and leaned in to kiss her neck. "You'll give this to him but not to me?" his spittle hit her in the face as he slid his hand down and around to her ass. "Well, bitch! I'll take it!" he sneered and ripped her shirt off of her.
He faintly noticed a growl in the background but ignored it.
"BASTARD!!!" She freed a hand and scratched his face as hard as she could.
"YOU CUNT!!!" was all she heard before her lights went out.
And that is when the drunken Earthling noticed a red-eyed Sayain.
"Space Monkey?...Cunt?...No, Douche Bag, you're the cunt and you are going to pay dearly for hurting the Onna.
What do you think?...eh.its alright. Review please.
A.N. Hi, I apologize for not updating recently. I hate school and Psychology and I have recently discovered that I am allergic to any kind of melon...the hard way. That sucks but hey, Now I know like 5 of the nurses at the hospital on a first name basis and I can always use more friends! : ) Anyways, enough of my senseless rambling. Oh yeah.. I don't know if Yamcha can sense ki's or not but in my story he can't.
Fallen World Chapter 2 Concern?
Bulma hung her head in shame.
He knew she tried to kill herself. She dared to meet his gaze. His eyes said it all. She explored them. She saw anger as deep as the fires of hell, she saw that glint, that represented knowledge of her cowardly attempt, and she saw... concern?
Concern?
The wheels in her head began to turn. 'How did Vegeta know about last night? How did I get into my bed? How am I even alive?'
In less than a milisecond, it dawned on her. 'Vegeta saved my life! He cares about me!"
Her eyes widened in realization and then softened while his remained as hard as ever. She took a courageous step toward him and offered a small smile.
"You saved me?....Didn't you?"she asked with a tinge of gratitude in her voice
Although he really felt good that he could protect the woman, he couldn't let her see that or she would think he was growing soft so he snorted and poured as much distaste as he could into his voice. "Yes, I saved your pathetic ass...I need you to fix that damned machine when it breaks .
She knew better...Once again...his eyes said it all.
She smirked and stepped even closer. Vegeta stood his ground.
Her next words and actions made Vegeta's carefully placed wall against emotion crumble and his jaw hit the floor.
She leaned in quickly and kissed him on the lips. After a moment, she pulled away a few inches. "Thank you...Prince Vegeta..."
Before he could even react, she turned and left him to his thoughts.
Vegeta watched her retreating form in awe. 'What the hell just happened?'
"VEGETA-DEAR! YOUR BRUNCH WILL TURN TO LUNCH IF YOU DON"T HURRY THAT CUTE BUTT UP AND EAT IT!!" screeched Mrs. Briefs from the bottom of the steps.
Vegeta sighed and went downstairs to deal with brunch before it got out of hand.
Vegeta wolfed down his 'brunch' in record time, even faster than Goku, occasionally sneaking peeks of the top of Bulma's head over the newspaper that she was reading. After he was finished. He bolted out of the room to the gravity room for some intense training.
"Bulma-dear, your father and I are going out to a dinner and a movie tonight, I put Veggie-Pooh's dinner in the fridge. Heat it up at 350 for 12 minutes." Mrs. Breifs chirped as she grabbed her purse and her husband and drug them both out the door.
"Bye mom." Bulma waved.
She looked at the clock and sighed "5:00 and nothing to do..."
The phone rang and Bulma answered it cheerfully.
"Hey Babe..." a sultry voice greeted
"Yamcha..." she returned with distaste
"What's got your panties in a twist?" he returned nonchalantly after taking a drink.
"Think, Asshole." she ordered while tapping her foot
Yamcha panicked .....she saw him and Sara! 'QUICK YAMCHA, ya gotta think fast if you wanna keep the bitch's cash rolling in...'
"Aw come on baby, your sour over yesterday?... There wasn't anything going on between me and...whats-her-face. It's show business..." He soothed.
"What's-her-face?! OH! You mean that tramp with the short red dress made from cheap sheer curtains, that you were KISSING on public television yesterday? And what did she say again?... Hmmm...let me think..uh....OH YEAH!... I'm pregnant with his baby? Wasn't that it?" she screeched
"SHE'S A FAN!!" he retorted
"A FAN? Is that how you treat every fan?! YAMCHA! I SWEAR...If I EVER see you again... I will have Vegeta beat the living shit out of you till you are so scarred up you wont be able to show your face in public again! " She huffed
"Vegeta!? You are cheating on me with VEGETA!?" he boomed.
"I never said that but I think Vegeta would be a better lover than you ever could be!" she spat and slammed the phone down on the receiver.
Yamcha placed the phone on the hook gently, a look of absolute hatred settled in his eyes.
He went for his sake that he had been nursing and drained the remainder of the bottle dry. He sat a few minutes and then he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
It was one thing for him to cheat on Bulma...he had certain...needs that Bulma didn't want to full-fill, But NO ONE should EVER cheat on HIM!!!
Vegeta dodged an imaginary punch and proceded to ki blast his shadow to death trying to get her out of his mind. He had been at it for hours...
So far...he was unsucessful.
'KAMI! Why the hell did she have to do that...now I want her even more than I did before! She probably wasn't even serious about kissing me....just another silly Earth custom...She's probably forgiving that asswipe now and I am in here going crazy over her like some invalidic reject.!' "OOOF!." He panted as a stray ki blast bounced off the wall and hit him in the gut. He dodged a few more and sat down indian style on the floor. "Kuso..."he sighed
Yamcha sped into the driveway, leaving tire tracks on the ground. He got out of the car and slammed the door so hard the window cracked. He walked slowly to the door, fists balled, and beat on it for all it's worth. "BULMA!"
She jumped up from the couch, where she had been trying to relax and ran to the kitchen to get a knife from the drawer just in case he decided to threaten her.
"BULMA! LET ME IN NOW!!!" he beat on the door again.
'Shit! He sounds mad!' she thought as she quickly ran and hid in the bathroom.
"FUCK IT!" he kicked the door in and started looking for her.
She panicked at the sound of splintering wood.
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Vegeta felt the onna's ki spike in panic and opened his eyes from his uneasy meditation. He felt the asswipe weakling's ki as well. "What the hell is going on!? She probably made up with that dickwad and is fucking him as I speak!!" he growled and slowly got up.
"Bulma." He said in a singsong voice. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
He came to the bathroom on the first floor and smirked. Something was moving in there. He pretended to leave and close the door but instead of closing the door behind him he floated up and closed himself inside. Bulma sighed in relief and opened the door. Intending to climb out the bathroom window to the GR and hope and pray Vegeta would help her.
He pounced on her from above causing her to drop her knife. He straddled her hips and pinned her arms above her head with one hand. He cackled. "What's this?" his words, somewhat slurred. He picked up the knife, the stench of alcohol permeated the air that she was trying to breathe.
"First your cheating on me...Now you think you can defend yourself with this knife? Bulma.....Do you think I am going to hurt you?" he inquired hazily while tapping the flat part of the blade on the side of her face
"If you even think about it....I'll scream so loud, Vegeta will hear and then he will kick your ass for disturbing his training!"
"Again with the Space Monkey? Now I know you are fucking him..." he growled and then laughed again. "WHORE!!!"
She gasped as he grabbed her breast roughly and leaned in to kiss her neck. "You'll give this to him but not to me?" his spittle hit her in the face as he slid his hand down and around to her ass. "Well, bitch! I'll take it!" he sneered and ripped her shirt off of her.
He faintly noticed a growl in the background but ignored it.
"BASTARD!!!" She freed a hand and scratched his face as hard as she could.
"YOU CUNT!!!" was all she heard before her lights went out.
And that is when the drunken Earthling noticed a red-eyed Sayain.
"Space Monkey?...Cunt?...No, Douche Bag, you're the cunt and you are going to pay dearly for hurting the Onna.
What do you think?...eh.its alright. Review please.