Chapter 6: Hollywood
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: By the sixth chapter, everyone should know. BUT for the incredibly thick people, I DO NOT OWN DBZ AND/OR NICKELBACK!!!!
A/N: Well, whaddya know. I'm writing again!! Methinks I'm gonna finish SSU in the next week or two, then really start to work on Touchdown, an A/U fic where all your DBZ folk are football players! ANYWAY, on with the story!
PS- Thanks for reviewing again, Onna. I'm glad I made you happy!! :)
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Bulma and Vegeta were flying through the air, away from the prison. "Uh, just where the hell are we going?" Bulma asked.
"Back home for a minute, then away. They'll know it's us soon enough; we need to get away," Vegeta responded.
They flew until they reached the house. They went inside. Mrs. Briefs was watching the news. "Oh, hi, you two. Did you hear about this brutal prison murder? They're looking for a couple of people who did it, but they're not sure who, yet."
Bulma fainted.
"Wake up, dear," Mrs. Briefs waved a strong mint leaf in front of Bulma's nose.
"Huh? What happened?" Bulma asked.
"You were thinking about the news, dummy," Vegeta said grumpily. "Then you passed out like a weakling."
"Well, I'm sorry for what I did, considering what I just saw!! You're such a jackass!!" Bulma started screaming.
"Bulma! Don't use language like that!!" Mrs. Briefs scolded.
"Fuck that, lady! It just so happens that we know who killed that guy. In fact, it was US!!" Bulma was turning red. "The guy who we killed happened to be in prison because of me. It's not your business!!!"
"Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs tried to talk to Bulma, but Bulma stormed to her room.
"She's making it up, but I think we need to take her to a doctor or something. I'll take her," Vegeta offered.
"Thanks, dear. Take as long as you need."
Vegeta went outside to train for a little while. There was no way he was going to argue with Bulma when Bulma was THAT pissed off.
Please don't be too long while you're gone
There ain't enough to keep me here too long
Not like the last time I stood in line
Just enough to keep me bouncing off the walls
The new day, the new tray that comes around
Pills and all enough to kill him while he sleeps
Is this the alley we drag him to
Just off of Hollywood and Normandy
After two hours, Vegeta went back inside to talk to Bulma. "Are you crazy, woman?! You could have gotten us turned in! Let's go, we're going to a friend's."
"No, we're not. I can be calm, cool, and collected. I think," Bulma's voice was tentative.
"Let's go already! You can cool down more at the friend's!" Vegeta pressed.
"Fine. I know you're not gonna give in, so what's the point?!"
If it worked like she said it would
Just like living in Hollywood
Just like a bad dream, or so it seems
Just like I'm back in emergency
They flew to a hotel and booked a room. "I have to call my friend to let him know we're coming. He won't care, it's just that he needs to know beforehand. We're staying here tonight," Vegeta informed Bulma.
Vegeta made the phone call (A/N: Guess who he's calling?) and Bulma sat on one of the two beds. An hour later, Vegeta hung up the phone and crawled into the bed furthest away from the window. Bulma had the bed next to it.
Please don't be too long while you're gone
There ain't enough to keep me here too long
Not like the last time I stood in line
Just enough to keep me bouncing off the walls
"Bulma! Bulma!!" a voice came through the window in the middle of the night. Bulma looked out. Someone was standing on the balcony, though she couldn't make out who. "Bulma, it's me!"
"What the fuck?" Bulma said quietly. "Who the hell are you?"
"You don't remember me? But I remember you all too well. Too bad you didn't stay with me longer. I could have really shown you a good time." He jumped off the third-story balcony.
"Oh, Kami. Was that... Yamcha?! VEGETA!!!!" Bulma screamed.
"What do you want, woman?" Vegeta asked irritably.
"I think Yamcha was outside on the balcony a minute ago. I'm scared!"
"Dammit, woman, there's no one out there! Do I have to go and look?"
"Will you?" Bulma said weakly.
"Fine." Vegeta opened the door, looked around the balcony, then spotted a note shoved in one of the pointed railings. He grabbed the note, then went back inside.
Dear My Dearest Bulma,
I don't understand why you hate me. I wish you would come back to me. I could show you
a really good time. Think about it.
Yours forever,
Yamcha
"Well, that's fucked up," Vegeta said, after reading the note. "I guess Yamcha was out there."
"Well, I am NOT going back to sleep tonight!!" Bulma resolved.
"Oh, yes you are. I don't need you to be cranky!!" Vegeta said just as sharply.
"I am NOT going to sleep. At least, I won't be able to alone."
"Fine. Get in here." Vegeta pulled off some of the covers of his bed.
Bulma sat in her bed, dumbfounded. Was this a trick?
"Do you want to get some sleep or not?!" Vegeta said angrily.
"Y-yes," Bulma replied.
"Then get in here!!"
Bulma slowly, carefully and watchfully crept to Vegeta's warm bed.
"Uh, thanks, Vegeta."
Vegeta was already asleep again. (A/N: no lemon here! But I might write one later on!! :D)
If it worked like she said it would
Just like living in Hollywood
Just like a bad dream, or so it seems
Just like I'm back in emergency
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Well, that's an interesting development!! I guess y'all will have ta wait until the next chapter gets out for some more. Don't whine. And, yeah, I guess it's a small cliffhanger or something. Anyway, the next chapter should be out in a week or so. I want to finish this soon (to make the readers happy... and me, too!) R/R, as usual!!
Until next time,
Angel of Foof
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: By the sixth chapter, everyone should know. BUT for the incredibly thick people, I DO NOT OWN DBZ AND/OR NICKELBACK!!!!
A/N: Well, whaddya know. I'm writing again!! Methinks I'm gonna finish SSU in the next week or two, then really start to work on Touchdown, an A/U fic where all your DBZ folk are football players! ANYWAY, on with the story!
PS- Thanks for reviewing again, Onna. I'm glad I made you happy!! :)
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Bulma and Vegeta were flying through the air, away from the prison. "Uh, just where the hell are we going?" Bulma asked.
"Back home for a minute, then away. They'll know it's us soon enough; we need to get away," Vegeta responded.
They flew until they reached the house. They went inside. Mrs. Briefs was watching the news. "Oh, hi, you two. Did you hear about this brutal prison murder? They're looking for a couple of people who did it, but they're not sure who, yet."
Bulma fainted.
"Wake up, dear," Mrs. Briefs waved a strong mint leaf in front of Bulma's nose.
"Huh? What happened?" Bulma asked.
"You were thinking about the news, dummy," Vegeta said grumpily. "Then you passed out like a weakling."
"Well, I'm sorry for what I did, considering what I just saw!! You're such a jackass!!" Bulma started screaming.
"Bulma! Don't use language like that!!" Mrs. Briefs scolded.
"Fuck that, lady! It just so happens that we know who killed that guy. In fact, it was US!!" Bulma was turning red. "The guy who we killed happened to be in prison because of me. It's not your business!!!"
"Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs tried to talk to Bulma, but Bulma stormed to her room.
"She's making it up, but I think we need to take her to a doctor or something. I'll take her," Vegeta offered.
"Thanks, dear. Take as long as you need."
Vegeta went outside to train for a little while. There was no way he was going to argue with Bulma when Bulma was THAT pissed off.
Please don't be too long while you're gone
There ain't enough to keep me here too long
Not like the last time I stood in line
Just enough to keep me bouncing off the walls
The new day, the new tray that comes around
Pills and all enough to kill him while he sleeps
Is this the alley we drag him to
Just off of Hollywood and Normandy
After two hours, Vegeta went back inside to talk to Bulma. "Are you crazy, woman?! You could have gotten us turned in! Let's go, we're going to a friend's."
"No, we're not. I can be calm, cool, and collected. I think," Bulma's voice was tentative.
"Let's go already! You can cool down more at the friend's!" Vegeta pressed.
"Fine. I know you're not gonna give in, so what's the point?!"
If it worked like she said it would
Just like living in Hollywood
Just like a bad dream, or so it seems
Just like I'm back in emergency
They flew to a hotel and booked a room. "I have to call my friend to let him know we're coming. He won't care, it's just that he needs to know beforehand. We're staying here tonight," Vegeta informed Bulma.
Vegeta made the phone call (A/N: Guess who he's calling?) and Bulma sat on one of the two beds. An hour later, Vegeta hung up the phone and crawled into the bed furthest away from the window. Bulma had the bed next to it.
Please don't be too long while you're gone
There ain't enough to keep me here too long
Not like the last time I stood in line
Just enough to keep me bouncing off the walls
"Bulma! Bulma!!" a voice came through the window in the middle of the night. Bulma looked out. Someone was standing on the balcony, though she couldn't make out who. "Bulma, it's me!"
"What the fuck?" Bulma said quietly. "Who the hell are you?"
"You don't remember me? But I remember you all too well. Too bad you didn't stay with me longer. I could have really shown you a good time." He jumped off the third-story balcony.
"Oh, Kami. Was that... Yamcha?! VEGETA!!!!" Bulma screamed.
"What do you want, woman?" Vegeta asked irritably.
"I think Yamcha was outside on the balcony a minute ago. I'm scared!"
"Dammit, woman, there's no one out there! Do I have to go and look?"
"Will you?" Bulma said weakly.
"Fine." Vegeta opened the door, looked around the balcony, then spotted a note shoved in one of the pointed railings. He grabbed the note, then went back inside.
Dear My Dearest Bulma,
I don't understand why you hate me. I wish you would come back to me. I could show you
a really good time. Think about it.
Yours forever,
Yamcha
"Well, that's fucked up," Vegeta said, after reading the note. "I guess Yamcha was out there."
"Well, I am NOT going back to sleep tonight!!" Bulma resolved.
"Oh, yes you are. I don't need you to be cranky!!" Vegeta said just as sharply.
"I am NOT going to sleep. At least, I won't be able to alone."
"Fine. Get in here." Vegeta pulled off some of the covers of his bed.
Bulma sat in her bed, dumbfounded. Was this a trick?
"Do you want to get some sleep or not?!" Vegeta said angrily.
"Y-yes," Bulma replied.
"Then get in here!!"
Bulma slowly, carefully and watchfully crept to Vegeta's warm bed.
"Uh, thanks, Vegeta."
Vegeta was already asleep again. (A/N: no lemon here! But I might write one later on!! :D)
If it worked like she said it would
Just like living in Hollywood
Just like a bad dream, or so it seems
Just like I'm back in emergency
---
Well, that's an interesting development!! I guess y'all will have ta wait until the next chapter gets out for some more. Don't whine. And, yeah, I guess it's a small cliffhanger or something. Anyway, the next chapter should be out in a week or so. I want to finish this soon (to make the readers happy... and me, too!) R/R, as usual!!
Until next time,
Angel of Foof