bwa ha, be prepared for an extremly short chapter. Yeah, sorry about this, but i didnt want to keep everybody waiting. I have tests this week, and when i am done i will add more to this chapter. So when you see this next time on the DBZ fanfiction list, you might want to check it out, because more will be posted.
Comments and evil disses are always wanted (altough i might send my bouncer Vegeta after you for the latter one XD) I hate to say this, but reviews really do fuel me, meaning, the more you give the more you get.
This part of this chapter is kinda serious, and i think only panabelle got what i was hinting at in the first two chapters, in a review she wrote. Congrats Panabelle! Luv ya girl! So anyway, sorry about the seriousness -.-;;;;
Kuree
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With a grunt he allowed his battered body to lean against the walls of the gravity chamber. Sweat trickled down his forehead and nose, so heavily that he had to close his eyes.
A flash of green…
… those eyes, catlike in their sleekness.
A flicker of black…
…her hair, flying behind her as she performed a fluid kata…
He could see her still, haunting his mind after all the years…and it was a weakness. His stomach lurched, wondering how he was ever going to teach Bulma, when memories of a gift, cruelly wrenched away from him still danced in his head.
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Yawning, Bulma pulled an oversized t-shirt over her head, and got into her bed. She was extra sleepy, having not had any caffeine the whole day. Somehow, Vegeta had been watching her, making sure she complied with his training rules. She had gotten so low that she had tried to steal some of her father's mints, and he STILL snuck up on her.
She was beginning to think training wasn't the greatest thing she could have asked Vegeta for. An evil thought crossed her mind, but she let it slide, for it involved the term "monkey" and "night" and "passionate", and those sort of words seemed to be getting her into a tad bit of trouble lately.
She looked down at the scar on her hand, and gently moved a thumb around. It wasn't sore, but because of all the extra tissue it was hard for her to move. Asking for someone to train her, Vegeta of all beings, was certainly odd, and she knew it.
She had beauty, she had smarts, and she had character. "But I'm probably as bloodcurdlingly threatening as a freaking hamster." Bulma thought, making her laugh at herself.
Part of herself told her she was training because she wanted to be more powerful, and it was so. She didn't want to be on the sidelines anymore, and always to be rescued.
Most of her, though she realized as she went to sleep, wanted to train because of the instructor.
She shivered, maybe not from the cold.
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BWa ha ! In this short amount of room i managed to leave both my characters in emotional turmoil! YOU ARE MY PUPPETS!!! BUA HAHA!
Bulma: 0.o;;;;
Vegeta: PUPPET THIS! *FINAL FLASH!*
Kuree: *eep!*
Comments and evil disses are always wanted (altough i might send my bouncer Vegeta after you for the latter one XD) I hate to say this, but reviews really do fuel me, meaning, the more you give the more you get.
This part of this chapter is kinda serious, and i think only panabelle got what i was hinting at in the first two chapters, in a review she wrote. Congrats Panabelle! Luv ya girl! So anyway, sorry about the seriousness -.-;;;;
Kuree
~~~
With a grunt he allowed his battered body to lean against the walls of the gravity chamber. Sweat trickled down his forehead and nose, so heavily that he had to close his eyes.
A flash of green…
… those eyes, catlike in their sleekness.
A flicker of black…
…her hair, flying behind her as she performed a fluid kata…
He could see her still, haunting his mind after all the years…and it was a weakness. His stomach lurched, wondering how he was ever going to teach Bulma, when memories of a gift, cruelly wrenched away from him still danced in his head.
~~~
Yawning, Bulma pulled an oversized t-shirt over her head, and got into her bed. She was extra sleepy, having not had any caffeine the whole day. Somehow, Vegeta had been watching her, making sure she complied with his training rules. She had gotten so low that she had tried to steal some of her father's mints, and he STILL snuck up on her.
She was beginning to think training wasn't the greatest thing she could have asked Vegeta for. An evil thought crossed her mind, but she let it slide, for it involved the term "monkey" and "night" and "passionate", and those sort of words seemed to be getting her into a tad bit of trouble lately.
She looked down at the scar on her hand, and gently moved a thumb around. It wasn't sore, but because of all the extra tissue it was hard for her to move. Asking for someone to train her, Vegeta of all beings, was certainly odd, and she knew it.
She had beauty, she had smarts, and she had character. "But I'm probably as bloodcurdlingly threatening as a freaking hamster." Bulma thought, making her laugh at herself.
Part of herself told her she was training because she wanted to be more powerful, and it was so. She didn't want to be on the sidelines anymore, and always to be rescued.
Most of her, though she realized as she went to sleep, wanted to train because of the instructor.
She shivered, maybe not from the cold.
~~~
BWa ha ! In this short amount of room i managed to leave both my characters in emotional turmoil! YOU ARE MY PUPPETS!!! BUA HAHA!
Bulma: 0.o;;;;
Vegeta: PUPPET THIS! *FINAL FLASH!*
Kuree: *eep!*