Chapter 8: Where Do I Hide
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I think by eight chapters, you know what I'm going to say....
A/N: All righty then!! A couple more chapters to go and an epilogue.... it's been great to write and get reviews from my wonderful readers.... speaking of reviews....
THANKS TO THE THREE OF YOU WHO REVIEWED!! Rogue, you're great, you've been around since day 1... YOU ROCK!! Onna, I'm glad you like the story, and I hope your computer isn't fucked up anymore (or yours, Raven, for that matter). Babie Blue, thanks for the great feedback! I think UR tha best!!! :D
Now let's get on to the story....
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"Whatcha watching, Vegeta?" Bulma asked as she woke up. She threw on a shirt and some pants, then looked at the TV with her face on the screen. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"
"Shut up, woman. I'm trying to think. I have to call my friend again and let him know that we're coming." Vegeta went to the phone and started dialing digits. "Hello? Kakkarot?... Yeah, listen, me and the woman are coming up today... No, you can't tell anyone. We're fugitives... Apparently, people don't like other people being killed. Anyway, we're coming, so be ready. We'll probably be there in two to three hours... YES, BY FLIGHT, YOU IDIOT!!" he hung up the phone.
Bulma's mouth hung open as she watched the news coverage. Vegeta surprised her by coming up and kissing it. "AAH!!!"
"Shut up, woman, it's just me. Ready to go?"
"Uh, sure, I guess..."
Got a criminal record
I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list
And you're last on mine
Lookin' for a scapegoat
Long past due
Walking down the aisle
Staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
Vegeta grabbed Bulma by the waist and took to the air. They were about ten minutes into the trip when Bulma finally said something. "Do you remember what happened last night? I can't. I know I was stoned."
"Heh heh heh.... woman.... I would have thought you'd know after your wake up call this morning. But we had sex last night.... you seemed to want it... and I had a couple of beers, too. It's no big deal, is it?"
"No, I guess," Bulma said, after a long pause. "Did we really?!"
"Yes, woman, now shut up and let me fly!"
After a two-hour flight and Bulma spazzing out every once in a while, they finally made it to their destination. Vegeta set foot on the ground and knocked on the door to the house.
"Who is it?!" a playful voice asked.
"Shut up, Kakkarot, and open this door NOW!"
"Aw, come on, Vegeta, I was just playing with ya," the voice replied. The door opened. Goku stepped outside, took a look at Bulma and wolf-whistled. "Damn, you got a fine one!"
"Yeah, I guess I did, if she wasn't such a bitch. Got any beer?"
"Yeah, in the fridge. Help yourself."
Vegeta went inside, when Bulma regained her composure and started yelling about him calling her a bitch.
"Calm down, calm down!" Goku said. "I'm Goku, though Vegeta calls me Kakkarot. We were buddies as kids growing up. Nobody really knows me, so it's no big deal that you're here. I think my girlfriend, ChiChi, will stop by later."
"I'm Bulma."
Just then, ChiChi came bursting out the door, Frying Pan of Doom© (A/N: I can't remember who I got this from, but if I did, I'd put credit for you here! Please let me know if you do!! CREDIT IS DUE!!) in hand. "I heard from your friend Vegeta that you called another woman fine!!" she smacked him with the frying pan.
"OW!! Honey, you know that I won't stray from you, I just thought our guest was attractive... though not as attractive as you!!" ChiChi held the frying pan in her fist.
"Uh, hi? I'm Bulma."
"ChiChi, and this idiot is Goku."
"I know."
"Oh, you DO, do you?! What the fuck is going on here, Goku?!" ChiChi got into a rage.
"Nothing, I just met her!! She's Vegeta's girlfriend!!" Goku said in defense.
Bulma went inside, leaving Goku and ChiChi to their own problems.
He said, she said...
No she don't
Be back before morning
And you know she won't
Well I remember that summer
Like yesterday
And I remember his mother
As he was dragged away
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
A whole lot of memories... yours and not mine
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
Three months later, Bulma and Vegeta were living in peace. Nobody bothered them at Goku's little villa, and they had a great time hiding and being together. (A/N: *wink wink* :D)
"So, Veggie-" Bulma asked Vegeta from the couch they were lying on.
"I hate it when you call me that!!" Vegeta interrupted.
"I know, Veggie. So, what are we going to do today?"
A knock came to the door. Bulma stood up to answer it. "Who is it??"
"Yamcha!"
Bulma peered through the peephole. "Oh, kami. It IS him... but he's disfigured, like he was a robot or something. It's really creepy!!"
Vegeta got up. "What do you want, asshole?"
"I want Bulma, of course."
"Get out of here! You aren't going to have her, no matter what you think!!" Vegeta threatened.
"Oh, yeah?!" Yamcha grabbed the door handle and ripped off the door. "Let's go, Bulma."
"I don't want to," Bulma said timidly.
"LET'S GO!!"
"I don't think so!!" Vegeta threw a punch at Yamcha, and the fight began.
"GOKUUUUUU!!!" Bulma screamed. Goku pelted down the stairs, saw the fight, and said, "Get out of here with Vegeta. I'll hold him off."
Goku threw a punch at Yamcha, which diverted his attention long enough for Vegeta to be pulled out by Bulma.
"Woman, I do NOT leave a fight!!"
"I know, but we need to get away!!" Bulma pleaded.
Got a criminal record
I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list
And you're last on mine
Lookin' for a scapegoat
Long past due
Walking down the aisle
Staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
A whole lot of memories... yours and not mine
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside, where do I hide?"
"Why?!" Vegeta asked in anger.
"I need you to get me away from here, Vegeta! I can't keep the kid safe myself!!" Bulma pleaded.
"WHAT?!"
"I'm pregnant, Vegeta."
Thud. Vegeta's shocked expression was nothing compared to the foot-long blade of Yamcha's in his chest.
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AAAH!!!! Cliffy!! *BIG* cliffy...... *grins evilly* Well, I guess you'll have to hate me for a couple of days, because that's when I'll update!
Until then, R/R of course!
.:Angel:.
By: The Angel of Foof
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I think by eight chapters, you know what I'm going to say....
A/N: All righty then!! A couple more chapters to go and an epilogue.... it's been great to write and get reviews from my wonderful readers.... speaking of reviews....
THANKS TO THE THREE OF YOU WHO REVIEWED!! Rogue, you're great, you've been around since day 1... YOU ROCK!! Onna, I'm glad you like the story, and I hope your computer isn't fucked up anymore (or yours, Raven, for that matter). Babie Blue, thanks for the great feedback! I think UR tha best!!! :D
Now let's get on to the story....
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"Whatcha watching, Vegeta?" Bulma asked as she woke up. She threw on a shirt and some pants, then looked at the TV with her face on the screen. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"
"Shut up, woman. I'm trying to think. I have to call my friend again and let him know that we're coming." Vegeta went to the phone and started dialing digits. "Hello? Kakkarot?... Yeah, listen, me and the woman are coming up today... No, you can't tell anyone. We're fugitives... Apparently, people don't like other people being killed. Anyway, we're coming, so be ready. We'll probably be there in two to three hours... YES, BY FLIGHT, YOU IDIOT!!" he hung up the phone.
Bulma's mouth hung open as she watched the news coverage. Vegeta surprised her by coming up and kissing it. "AAH!!!"
"Shut up, woman, it's just me. Ready to go?"
"Uh, sure, I guess..."
Got a criminal record
I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list
And you're last on mine
Lookin' for a scapegoat
Long past due
Walking down the aisle
Staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
Vegeta grabbed Bulma by the waist and took to the air. They were about ten minutes into the trip when Bulma finally said something. "Do you remember what happened last night? I can't. I know I was stoned."
"Heh heh heh.... woman.... I would have thought you'd know after your wake up call this morning. But we had sex last night.... you seemed to want it... and I had a couple of beers, too. It's no big deal, is it?"
"No, I guess," Bulma said, after a long pause. "Did we really?!"
"Yes, woman, now shut up and let me fly!"
After a two-hour flight and Bulma spazzing out every once in a while, they finally made it to their destination. Vegeta set foot on the ground and knocked on the door to the house.
"Who is it?!" a playful voice asked.
"Shut up, Kakkarot, and open this door NOW!"
"Aw, come on, Vegeta, I was just playing with ya," the voice replied. The door opened. Goku stepped outside, took a look at Bulma and wolf-whistled. "Damn, you got a fine one!"
"Yeah, I guess I did, if she wasn't such a bitch. Got any beer?"
"Yeah, in the fridge. Help yourself."
Vegeta went inside, when Bulma regained her composure and started yelling about him calling her a bitch.
"Calm down, calm down!" Goku said. "I'm Goku, though Vegeta calls me Kakkarot. We were buddies as kids growing up. Nobody really knows me, so it's no big deal that you're here. I think my girlfriend, ChiChi, will stop by later."
"I'm Bulma."
Just then, ChiChi came bursting out the door, Frying Pan of Doom© (A/N: I can't remember who I got this from, but if I did, I'd put credit for you here! Please let me know if you do!! CREDIT IS DUE!!) in hand. "I heard from your friend Vegeta that you called another woman fine!!" she smacked him with the frying pan.
"OW!! Honey, you know that I won't stray from you, I just thought our guest was attractive... though not as attractive as you!!" ChiChi held the frying pan in her fist.
"Uh, hi? I'm Bulma."
"ChiChi, and this idiot is Goku."
"I know."
"Oh, you DO, do you?! What the fuck is going on here, Goku?!" ChiChi got into a rage.
"Nothing, I just met her!! She's Vegeta's girlfriend!!" Goku said in defense.
Bulma went inside, leaving Goku and ChiChi to their own problems.
He said, she said...
No she don't
Be back before morning
And you know she won't
Well I remember that summer
Like yesterday
And I remember his mother
As he was dragged away
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
A whole lot of memories... yours and not mine
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
Three months later, Bulma and Vegeta were living in peace. Nobody bothered them at Goku's little villa, and they had a great time hiding and being together. (A/N: *wink wink* :D)
"So, Veggie-" Bulma asked Vegeta from the couch they were lying on.
"I hate it when you call me that!!" Vegeta interrupted.
"I know, Veggie. So, what are we going to do today?"
A knock came to the door. Bulma stood up to answer it. "Who is it??"
"Yamcha!"
Bulma peered through the peephole. "Oh, kami. It IS him... but he's disfigured, like he was a robot or something. It's really creepy!!"
Vegeta got up. "What do you want, asshole?"
"I want Bulma, of course."
"Get out of here! You aren't going to have her, no matter what you think!!" Vegeta threatened.
"Oh, yeah?!" Yamcha grabbed the door handle and ripped off the door. "Let's go, Bulma."
"I don't want to," Bulma said timidly.
"LET'S GO!!"
"I don't think so!!" Vegeta threw a punch at Yamcha, and the fight began.
"GOKUUUUUU!!!" Bulma screamed. Goku pelted down the stairs, saw the fight, and said, "Get out of here with Vegeta. I'll hold him off."
Goku threw a punch at Yamcha, which diverted his attention long enough for Vegeta to be pulled out by Bulma.
"Woman, I do NOT leave a fight!!"
"I know, but we need to get away!!" Bulma pleaded.
Got a criminal record
I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list
And you're last on mine
Lookin' for a scapegoat
Long past due
Walking down the aisle
Staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?"
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside"
A whole lot of memories... yours and not mine
And all he asks and I say "hurry inside, where do I hide?"
"Why?!" Vegeta asked in anger.
"I need you to get me away from here, Vegeta! I can't keep the kid safe myself!!" Bulma pleaded.
"WHAT?!"
"I'm pregnant, Vegeta."
Thud. Vegeta's shocked expression was nothing compared to the foot-long blade of Yamcha's in his chest.
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AAAH!!!! Cliffy!! *BIG* cliffy...... *grins evilly* Well, I guess you'll have to hate me for a couple of days, because that's when I'll update!
Until then, R/R of course!
.:Angel:.