Okay, this is Kuree, or Kureeji, that one really odd writer that used to post here alot. *sweatdrop*
My site is at kureeji.net (!!!! MY Own domain!) and i am working on getting it up. Be sure to smother me
with lotsa commets so i can lead a happy stressfree life.
And Yah, this is a B/V. Whaddaya know?
And there are spelling errors, but...i dont care. Im tired and i wanna go to bed 0.o;
"Shit!" Bulma cursed, dropping the sizzling wires onto the workroom floor. Whimpering uncharacteristically, she gingerly stuffed the appendage into her mouth, and with the other fumbled around in the first aid cabinet.
Her left hand flopped around rather helplessly on the tiny cabinet keypad; she was right handed and her left was stubborn. Irritated, she wondered what kind of fool would put a keypad on a first aid cabinet…and then promptly sweatdropped.
Plopping onto the floor, she extracted her thumb out of her mouth, and gasped. An angry red welt ran four inches, from the top of her thumb to the middle of her palm. Heat screamed at her from it, radiating from its surface.
A shadow came upon her, and she almost voiced her surprise, had the shadow not grasped her hand. She froze, inhaling sharply.
Two obsidian eyes gazed down at her, examining the burn. Vegeta "humphed," jerking around the appendage around not too softly. She bit her lip, trying to hold in the pain. It was obvious he hadn't much experience with being gentle. He sensed this rather quickly, and relented a little.
"What's the password to this…thing?" He asked, frowning at the tiny keypad. Bulma blushed, eyes widening. He quirked an eyebrow, a move that drove her crazy. Bulma silently cursed Kami and herself.
She mumbled the password, far too quickly for even Vegeta to hear. "What?" he asked, impatient.
She said it again, anger increasing. What a sucky, sucky situation.
"Woman, this is getting us nowhere. Your hand is scarring by the second and your weak voice is good for nothing. Will you hurry before---"
"THE PASSWORD IS HUMP THE MONKEY, OKAY?!"
Vegeta froze momentarily, then busted out laughing. When he was done, he said nothing, but opened the first aide cabinet. Bulma blinked confused, because she had been expecting some sort of snide remark.
He looked at the bottles of cream and medicine, band aids and tape. He frowned.
"Primitive human medical tools…" He muttered, and Bulma frowned. Why was he helping anyway?
With a look of some odd emotion, he stretched his own hand over top of hers. A soft blue glow surrounded the burn. In an instant she felt the pain seeping out of her body and…vanishing. One dazed thought crossed her mind… I wonder where it went?
She marveled, eyes wide. As quickly as he decided to use the blue light, he made it stop. She blinked, and stretched her hand. It was fully moveable, good as new. But the huge scar was still there. And it was ugly.
"Thank you Vegeta." She said, truthfully, but looking at he scar with dismay. He grunted, and walked out of the lab. Then, he turned back around at the door.
"Bulma, I know you have all of these uncontrollable urges and kinky fantasies with monkeys and I in your head, but please, try to keep it out of your work…" She felt her face burning. Although she couldn't see his face, she had a feeling he left the room smirking that day.
My site is at kureeji.net (!!!! MY Own domain!) and i am working on getting it up. Be sure to smother me
with lotsa commets so i can lead a happy stressfree life.
And Yah, this is a B/V. Whaddaya know?
And there are spelling errors, but...i dont care. Im tired and i wanna go to bed 0.o;
"Shit!" Bulma cursed, dropping the sizzling wires onto the workroom floor. Whimpering uncharacteristically, she gingerly stuffed the appendage into her mouth, and with the other fumbled around in the first aid cabinet.
Her left hand flopped around rather helplessly on the tiny cabinet keypad; she was right handed and her left was stubborn. Irritated, she wondered what kind of fool would put a keypad on a first aid cabinet…and then promptly sweatdropped.
Plopping onto the floor, she extracted her thumb out of her mouth, and gasped. An angry red welt ran four inches, from the top of her thumb to the middle of her palm. Heat screamed at her from it, radiating from its surface.
A shadow came upon her, and she almost voiced her surprise, had the shadow not grasped her hand. She froze, inhaling sharply.
Two obsidian eyes gazed down at her, examining the burn. Vegeta "humphed," jerking around the appendage around not too softly. She bit her lip, trying to hold in the pain. It was obvious he hadn't much experience with being gentle. He sensed this rather quickly, and relented a little.
"What's the password to this…thing?" He asked, frowning at the tiny keypad. Bulma blushed, eyes widening. He quirked an eyebrow, a move that drove her crazy. Bulma silently cursed Kami and herself.
She mumbled the password, far too quickly for even Vegeta to hear. "What?" he asked, impatient.
She said it again, anger increasing. What a sucky, sucky situation.
"Woman, this is getting us nowhere. Your hand is scarring by the second and your weak voice is good for nothing. Will you hurry before---"
"THE PASSWORD IS HUMP THE MONKEY, OKAY?!"
Vegeta froze momentarily, then busted out laughing. When he was done, he said nothing, but opened the first aide cabinet. Bulma blinked confused, because she had been expecting some sort of snide remark.
He looked at the bottles of cream and medicine, band aids and tape. He frowned.
"Primitive human medical tools…" He muttered, and Bulma frowned. Why was he helping anyway?
With a look of some odd emotion, he stretched his own hand over top of hers. A soft blue glow surrounded the burn. In an instant she felt the pain seeping out of her body and…vanishing. One dazed thought crossed her mind… I wonder where it went?
She marveled, eyes wide. As quickly as he decided to use the blue light, he made it stop. She blinked, and stretched her hand. It was fully moveable, good as new. But the huge scar was still there. And it was ugly.
"Thank you Vegeta." She said, truthfully, but looking at he scar with dismay. He grunted, and walked out of the lab. Then, he turned back around at the door.
"Bulma, I know you have all of these uncontrollable urges and kinky fantasies with monkeys and I in your head, but please, try to keep it out of your work…" She felt her face burning. Although she couldn't see his face, she had a feeling he left the room smirking that day.