A/N: Alright! 4th chapter...this is getting good! I had no clue now that
you could upload documents from WordPad! I'm such an idiot! I should have
tried that earlier! Oh and I'm sorry if the last chapter had many
typographical errors b/c I don't have spell check! That's another reason I
need Microsoft Word! So you get my picture, of the state I'm in! Anywho, in
this chapter, which you probably have been waiting anxiously for (well I
hope so!), you find out what happens that didn't in the last chapter! What
a surprise! Then I'm working on a couple of poems that I'm going to post
that apparently we do in Drama, so let's just get to the story shall we,
wasting too much time with the Author's Note!
Tournament for Queen
Bulma kept her eyes open and noticed that they ki-ball was merely centimeters from her face, burning and burning, till it finally vanished into thin air. She had to admit, that she was scared when he actually raised his hand back. Though she had taunted him, she did that to everyone who held one in her face, and they shot it but seeing as how she wore a ki- shield it was absorb and that would scare the people to death for they'd run off screaming bloody murder. She had never been scared before, never like this. She didn't know why it was, then she finally remembered. SHIT SHIT SHIT! My ki-shield is at home!! SHIT SHIT SHIT! Man! He could've killed me!! But he didn't... Bulma thought mentally stabbing herself for being the biggest idiot known to mankind. Vegeta finally took down his hand.
"Why didn't you shoot it?" she asked once more, now breathing heavily.
"You don't have a ki-shield on. Besides, if I wanted to kill you I would do far worse." he replied. Bulma raised her hand to her chest and noticed it was going up and down in a rhythmic motion quite fast.
"Yes...I know now. That was stupid of me." Bulma answered truthfully.
"More than stupid." he added. "So are you going to make me the machine or not?" Bulma sighed.
"Do I really have a choice?" she asked.
"No, you don't. You'll do exactly what you're Prince tells you to do!" he yelled back. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Hey! I get the picture; you're a Prince, OK! I GET IT! I'm not deaf, how many times do you have to repeat that!" Bulma spat back. Vegeta smirked.
"Till you treat me with the respect I deserve, woman." he said.
"Whatever..." she answered trying to fiddle a curl that fell in front of her face. She walked over to the edge of the balcony and proceeded to look out to the ocean the wind picked up and blew her hair a bit giving it that ocean wave look as it flowed. Vegeta kinda stared at her noticing that she was even more beautiful like that.
This is confusing! I'm not supposed to feel something...weird. She's making me feel funny; maybe it's something I ate! But she's just really beautiful like that... he thought finally not trying to kill himself for thinking it.
I feel his eyes on me for some reason...it's probably just me. He's probably staring at how ugly I look. WAIT! I'm beautiful and if he can't see that than he's an asshole! Wait didn't I already think he was one? Do I actually like him? HA! Yeah right... Bulma thought while sneaking a glance at Vegeta. She noticed that he was staring at her, but not with a look of disgust. She smiled and looked back at the ocean. She finally turned around.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked. Vegeta suddenly snapped out of his trance and glared hatefully at her.
"Not at all. You're hideous." he lied plainly. She glared back angrily.
"Then why on Earth were you staring at me?" she questioned. He blanked out but came back.
"I was just so surprised, that someone could be born that ugly, and I wondered what your parents looked like. Cause you get your genes from them." he replied. Bulma laughed.
"Right, whatever." she said and started to walk away.
"Wait, are you going to build the machine?" he ordered but his tone was way off that. She turned around and smiled.
"I'll be at your quarters in 30 minutes," she answered then she was gone.
I'm really going to enjoy this... Vegeta thought then turned to leave also.
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Bulma finally caught up with Sheryl who was still in conversation with the same guy, but she was carrying a drink this time. She seemed a bit tipsy also and she was laughing tremendously with this guy. She walked up and the man whispered something in Sheryl's ear, which created Sheryl to take another drink and nod her head while laughing harder. Bulma walked up and snatched the drink away from the unaware Sheryl. Sheryl turned to her and smiled woozily.
"Hiya there, *HICCUP* Mary!" Sheryl greeted.
"Sheryl, my name is Bulma. What have you been drinking?" she asked.
"Oh...hi Bulma. I'm just drinking this drink that what's his name gave me. Hey where'd he go?" Sheryl asked turning around quickly but she tripped over her own feet and laughed hysterically on the ground. Bulma helped her "apparently" light body up and let her lean on her shoulder till she got her balance. "Whoops, I think I tripped...he-e." Bulma turned to look for the guy and couldn't find him anywhere.
Damn! Where'd that bastard go?! Oh god...what would he have done with Sheryl if I hadn't have come now? Oh I don't even want to think that. Ok, I have to get her to our room then get to that GR. Bulma thought then turned back to Sheryl.
"Do you think you can walk?" Bulma asked. Sheryl turned to her.
"You have three heads, Mary...yes of course I can walk." Sheryl answered.
"My name is Bulma, once again. I don't know where in the hell you came up with Mary, but oh well. Can you help me help you get to our room?" Bulma asked. Sheryl nodded her head. Bulma let her lean on her shoulder as they left the ballroom and down the hall to their room, which Sheryl staggered to. Bulma opened the door and led Sheryl to her bed. She lay her down and Sheryl instantly fell asleep. Bulma looked at her and sighed. She closed the drapery and walked over to her dresser and changed clothes into some work clothes.
She dressed in plain tight blue jeans and a black tank, which read 'Archer' (A/N: that's what I want to be an expert at! I think archery is so cool! Ok sorry!) with some Puma tennis shoes. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and continued on her way to the Prince's quarters.
She got there about 10 minutes late, and she knew that the Prince was mad when she found him pacing back and forth in front of his quarters with a huge frown on his face. She walked up steadily and he turned to her.
"You're late." He stated simply.
"Yeah well, someone drugged Sheryl." Bulma excused herself and followed him into his room.
"That shouldn't have kept you." He replied.
"You should be worried! She's one of the contestants! Don't you care?" Bulma shouted.
"No.I didn't ask for this competition my father organized this all without my consent, do you think I would actually care? If they can't keep from getting drunk from some stranger than they aren't worthy to be Queen." Vegeta answered. Bulma shut up for the time being, she really didn't hear what he said because she was so fixated on his room.
It had a towering ceiling and huge French doors that lead out to a huge balcony. He had a king-sized bed that had massive long velvet drapes that hung all around it like hers, only more beautiful. The room was far larger than hers and it had less stuff. It had a dresser with a huge mirror on it and his bed but that was about it. There was a door that he led her to, and which he opened it she found a humongous bathroom with a huge tub and shower that could easily fit everyone in the city. He then led her through another door, which led to an empty room with no windows or anything. She figured this is where he used to spar by himself.
"This is where you will build the machine. And I expect this machine to be done by the end of today. If it's not you'll have hell to pay." Vegeta ordered.
"WHAT?! THE END OF TODAY!?" Bulma yelled in confusion. "That's impossible! This machine takes a LEAST three days to complete!" Vegeta got rather close to her.
"You will have this machine done before the end of the day, or there will be hell to pay." He growled. Bulma glared at him angrily, but sighed and nodded.
"Fine, I'll try my best." She gave up. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her that she didn't fight back, but nodded in agreement when she gave in.
"Good. I'll be back by the end of the day." He said then left the room.
Bulma looked at the empty room and sighed deeply.
"Well.I better get to work." Bulma said then she pulled out her capsules and began to work.
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SaiyanMad ~ I want to personally thank you for the idea for the hot tub idea! I'm totally going to use it! Though I really don't know how I will write it. Email me to help me come up with it. Thanks again for the idea! Legolas all the way!!
A/N: ok, I really hoped you liked that chapter no matter how short it was! I'm sorry for the cliffy in the last chapter and then again, it did keep you to review! Hehe. as you can see there's no cliffy in this chapter, thank god. Oh well.
Ya know what really bugged me, sorry to say this but somebody named Lyndra emailed me after she reviewed with stuff like I'm not Legolas' real wife she is, and that I can have the clone of Orlando Bloom while she has the original.
AS IF I WOULD AGREE TO THAT! Just to let you know don't email me that shit, ok! I'm the one and only for Orlando and Legolas in my and my friends eyes, if you don't agree with that I DON'T CARE SO DON'T EMAIL IT TO ME! God.I don't care if you think you are, that's your opinion and I don't want to hear it. Ok, good to get it off my chest. I just really got ticked off by that and I thought you should know not to do that. I'm not trying to be mean to her or to anyone else that's reading this, but just don't please.
I still want you to review please! The rest of you people are really nice and I want you to continue reviewing and reading this story please!!! I love you all!!
Thank again!
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Tournament for Queen
Bulma kept her eyes open and noticed that they ki-ball was merely centimeters from her face, burning and burning, till it finally vanished into thin air. She had to admit, that she was scared when he actually raised his hand back. Though she had taunted him, she did that to everyone who held one in her face, and they shot it but seeing as how she wore a ki- shield it was absorb and that would scare the people to death for they'd run off screaming bloody murder. She had never been scared before, never like this. She didn't know why it was, then she finally remembered. SHIT SHIT SHIT! My ki-shield is at home!! SHIT SHIT SHIT! Man! He could've killed me!! But he didn't... Bulma thought mentally stabbing herself for being the biggest idiot known to mankind. Vegeta finally took down his hand.
"Why didn't you shoot it?" she asked once more, now breathing heavily.
"You don't have a ki-shield on. Besides, if I wanted to kill you I would do far worse." he replied. Bulma raised her hand to her chest and noticed it was going up and down in a rhythmic motion quite fast.
"Yes...I know now. That was stupid of me." Bulma answered truthfully.
"More than stupid." he added. "So are you going to make me the machine or not?" Bulma sighed.
"Do I really have a choice?" she asked.
"No, you don't. You'll do exactly what you're Prince tells you to do!" he yelled back. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Hey! I get the picture; you're a Prince, OK! I GET IT! I'm not deaf, how many times do you have to repeat that!" Bulma spat back. Vegeta smirked.
"Till you treat me with the respect I deserve, woman." he said.
"Whatever..." she answered trying to fiddle a curl that fell in front of her face. She walked over to the edge of the balcony and proceeded to look out to the ocean the wind picked up and blew her hair a bit giving it that ocean wave look as it flowed. Vegeta kinda stared at her noticing that she was even more beautiful like that.
This is confusing! I'm not supposed to feel something...weird. She's making me feel funny; maybe it's something I ate! But she's just really beautiful like that... he thought finally not trying to kill himself for thinking it.
I feel his eyes on me for some reason...it's probably just me. He's probably staring at how ugly I look. WAIT! I'm beautiful and if he can't see that than he's an asshole! Wait didn't I already think he was one? Do I actually like him? HA! Yeah right... Bulma thought while sneaking a glance at Vegeta. She noticed that he was staring at her, but not with a look of disgust. She smiled and looked back at the ocean. She finally turned around.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked. Vegeta suddenly snapped out of his trance and glared hatefully at her.
"Not at all. You're hideous." he lied plainly. She glared back angrily.
"Then why on Earth were you staring at me?" she questioned. He blanked out but came back.
"I was just so surprised, that someone could be born that ugly, and I wondered what your parents looked like. Cause you get your genes from them." he replied. Bulma laughed.
"Right, whatever." she said and started to walk away.
"Wait, are you going to build the machine?" he ordered but his tone was way off that. She turned around and smiled.
"I'll be at your quarters in 30 minutes," she answered then she was gone.
I'm really going to enjoy this... Vegeta thought then turned to leave also.
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Bulma finally caught up with Sheryl who was still in conversation with the same guy, but she was carrying a drink this time. She seemed a bit tipsy also and she was laughing tremendously with this guy. She walked up and the man whispered something in Sheryl's ear, which created Sheryl to take another drink and nod her head while laughing harder. Bulma walked up and snatched the drink away from the unaware Sheryl. Sheryl turned to her and smiled woozily.
"Hiya there, *HICCUP* Mary!" Sheryl greeted.
"Sheryl, my name is Bulma. What have you been drinking?" she asked.
"Oh...hi Bulma. I'm just drinking this drink that what's his name gave me. Hey where'd he go?" Sheryl asked turning around quickly but she tripped over her own feet and laughed hysterically on the ground. Bulma helped her "apparently" light body up and let her lean on her shoulder till she got her balance. "Whoops, I think I tripped...he-e." Bulma turned to look for the guy and couldn't find him anywhere.
Damn! Where'd that bastard go?! Oh god...what would he have done with Sheryl if I hadn't have come now? Oh I don't even want to think that. Ok, I have to get her to our room then get to that GR. Bulma thought then turned back to Sheryl.
"Do you think you can walk?" Bulma asked. Sheryl turned to her.
"You have three heads, Mary...yes of course I can walk." Sheryl answered.
"My name is Bulma, once again. I don't know where in the hell you came up with Mary, but oh well. Can you help me help you get to our room?" Bulma asked. Sheryl nodded her head. Bulma let her lean on her shoulder as they left the ballroom and down the hall to their room, which Sheryl staggered to. Bulma opened the door and led Sheryl to her bed. She lay her down and Sheryl instantly fell asleep. Bulma looked at her and sighed. She closed the drapery and walked over to her dresser and changed clothes into some work clothes.
She dressed in plain tight blue jeans and a black tank, which read 'Archer' (A/N: that's what I want to be an expert at! I think archery is so cool! Ok sorry!) with some Puma tennis shoes. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and continued on her way to the Prince's quarters.
She got there about 10 minutes late, and she knew that the Prince was mad when she found him pacing back and forth in front of his quarters with a huge frown on his face. She walked up steadily and he turned to her.
"You're late." He stated simply.
"Yeah well, someone drugged Sheryl." Bulma excused herself and followed him into his room.
"That shouldn't have kept you." He replied.
"You should be worried! She's one of the contestants! Don't you care?" Bulma shouted.
"No.I didn't ask for this competition my father organized this all without my consent, do you think I would actually care? If they can't keep from getting drunk from some stranger than they aren't worthy to be Queen." Vegeta answered. Bulma shut up for the time being, she really didn't hear what he said because she was so fixated on his room.
It had a towering ceiling and huge French doors that lead out to a huge balcony. He had a king-sized bed that had massive long velvet drapes that hung all around it like hers, only more beautiful. The room was far larger than hers and it had less stuff. It had a dresser with a huge mirror on it and his bed but that was about it. There was a door that he led her to, and which he opened it she found a humongous bathroom with a huge tub and shower that could easily fit everyone in the city. He then led her through another door, which led to an empty room with no windows or anything. She figured this is where he used to spar by himself.
"This is where you will build the machine. And I expect this machine to be done by the end of today. If it's not you'll have hell to pay." Vegeta ordered.
"WHAT?! THE END OF TODAY!?" Bulma yelled in confusion. "That's impossible! This machine takes a LEAST three days to complete!" Vegeta got rather close to her.
"You will have this machine done before the end of the day, or there will be hell to pay." He growled. Bulma glared at him angrily, but sighed and nodded.
"Fine, I'll try my best." She gave up. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her that she didn't fight back, but nodded in agreement when she gave in.
"Good. I'll be back by the end of the day." He said then left the room.
Bulma looked at the empty room and sighed deeply.
"Well.I better get to work." Bulma said then she pulled out her capsules and began to work.
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SaiyanMad ~ I want to personally thank you for the idea for the hot tub idea! I'm totally going to use it! Though I really don't know how I will write it. Email me to help me come up with it. Thanks again for the idea! Legolas all the way!!
A/N: ok, I really hoped you liked that chapter no matter how short it was! I'm sorry for the cliffy in the last chapter and then again, it did keep you to review! Hehe. as you can see there's no cliffy in this chapter, thank god. Oh well.
Ya know what really bugged me, sorry to say this but somebody named Lyndra emailed me after she reviewed with stuff like I'm not Legolas' real wife she is, and that I can have the clone of Orlando Bloom while she has the original.
AS IF I WOULD AGREE TO THAT! Just to let you know don't email me that shit, ok! I'm the one and only for Orlando and Legolas in my and my friends eyes, if you don't agree with that I DON'T CARE SO DON'T EMAIL IT TO ME! God.I don't care if you think you are, that's your opinion and I don't want to hear it. Ok, good to get it off my chest. I just really got ticked off by that and I thought you should know not to do that. I'm not trying to be mean to her or to anyone else that's reading this, but just don't please.
I still want you to review please! The rest of you people are really nice and I want you to continue reviewing and reading this story please!!! I love you all!!
Thank again!
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