Well, I finally got out another chapter! Whoopee, I'm on a roll! Honey butter, not the normal kind.
I have a nail gun and I am not afraid to use it! So bring on the lawsuits!
Bulma sighed. This was ridiculous. Vegeta...and Pan? No way. But, the Prince and the only female with saiyan blood who wasn't his daughter were sort of tight, weren't they? The youngest and the oldest, shouldn't they be close?
Bulma heard the door open downstairs. Vegeta's voice, muffled and incoherent, reached her ears. Bulma rose softly when she heard the door close. She padded quietly down in her robe. She didn't want to confront her husband about this. She wanted to forget it happened!
Bulma peeked around the corner into the living room. Her heart froze in her chest. Vegeta was draped over the couch with Pan curled up on top of him. They were fast asleep. She reached for the phone.
"Well?"
"They're in there. Asleep."
"I don't care. We can wake them up. I want this out in the open. "
"What's going on?"
Bulma, Gohan, Videl, and Trunks turned to see Vegeta standing in the doorway. The saiyan Prince was bloodstained and his clothes were ripped. Bruises, nicks, and scrapes abounded on his much scarred flesh, accompanied by what looked like burns. All in all, he looked like he had just wrapped up one of the many apocalypses that Earth faced.
"How could you?"
"Huh?"
"How could you sleep with her?"
Vegeta looked from a sobbing Bulma to a shrieking Videl. "Again, I say: Huh?"
Pan padded into the room. She blinked sleepily at her parents and friends. For a very long minute, everyone just stared at them. Pan was as badly, if not more so, roughed up as Vegeta. She rubbed her eyes with a bloody hand. "What's 'a matter, Mom? Did I miss curfew?"
"Curfew? You're worried about curfew? How can you even think about something like that right now?"
"Cause 'Geta's watch says three-thirty in the morning." She yawned. "Now it's three-thirty one in the morning."
"Would someone tell me why Videl is yelling?"
Trunks wheeled on his father. "She's yelling because you slept with her daughter!"
Vegeta turned to look at his son.
Boom boom boooooooooooooom! What's 'Geta gonna say? Huh? Huh? Huh? The suspense is killing me!
I have a nail gun and I am not afraid to use it! So bring on the lawsuits!
Bulma sighed. This was ridiculous. Vegeta...and Pan? No way. But, the Prince and the only female with saiyan blood who wasn't his daughter were sort of tight, weren't they? The youngest and the oldest, shouldn't they be close?
Bulma heard the door open downstairs. Vegeta's voice, muffled and incoherent, reached her ears. Bulma rose softly when she heard the door close. She padded quietly down in her robe. She didn't want to confront her husband about this. She wanted to forget it happened!
Bulma peeked around the corner into the living room. Her heart froze in her chest. Vegeta was draped over the couch with Pan curled up on top of him. They were fast asleep. She reached for the phone.
"Well?"
"They're in there. Asleep."
"I don't care. We can wake them up. I want this out in the open. "
"What's going on?"
Bulma, Gohan, Videl, and Trunks turned to see Vegeta standing in the doorway. The saiyan Prince was bloodstained and his clothes were ripped. Bruises, nicks, and scrapes abounded on his much scarred flesh, accompanied by what looked like burns. All in all, he looked like he had just wrapped up one of the many apocalypses that Earth faced.
"How could you?"
"Huh?"
"How could you sleep with her?"
Vegeta looked from a sobbing Bulma to a shrieking Videl. "Again, I say: Huh?"
Pan padded into the room. She blinked sleepily at her parents and friends. For a very long minute, everyone just stared at them. Pan was as badly, if not more so, roughed up as Vegeta. She rubbed her eyes with a bloody hand. "What's 'a matter, Mom? Did I miss curfew?"
"Curfew? You're worried about curfew? How can you even think about something like that right now?"
"Cause 'Geta's watch says three-thirty in the morning." She yawned. "Now it's three-thirty one in the morning."
"Would someone tell me why Videl is yelling?"
Trunks wheeled on his father. "She's yelling because you slept with her daughter!"
Vegeta turned to look at his son.
Boom boom boooooooooooooom! What's 'Geta gonna say? Huh? Huh? Huh? The suspense is killing me!