...........................................................................................LITTLE BLACK DRESS
.........................................................................................................................Rhapsody~*
It wasn't until the next morning that Goku decided to pay the two another visit. He found them both in the living room; Bulma stretched out on the couch, sleeping, her pretty face bare of makeup, and Vejita half-watching the blaring television, his dark eyes moving over to Bulma intermittently. Goku, remembering how rude Vejita had been the day before, hesitated a moment before entering.
"Gee, Bulma's always sleeping when I come over!" he exclaimed. "What's up with that?"
Vejita rolled his eyes. "Maybe because you always pick sunrise to show up, Kakkarott."
"I was thinking that you would be training already."
"Can't train on an empty stomach. You of all people should know that."
Goku sank into the couch beside Vejita, who slid as far away from him as he could. Goku didn't seem to notice. "So you're waiting for Bulma to get up?"
"No, I'm wasting my time watching boring human television while I could be training. What's it look like, you fool?"
Bulma rolled over onto her stomach and opened her blue eyes wearily. Both men ceased their talking to watch her. She wrapped herself in her blanket and sat up. "Could you two please stop that? I don't understand why you guys just can't get along for once! Its far too early to be even THINKING about arguing."
"Not a morning person, are we?" Vejita retorted, crossing his arms. "I'm hungry, and I can't train until you get me some food."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "I seem to remember finding a used frying pan in the sink yesterday morning. Whose doing was THAT? Your imaginary friend's?"
"You have an imaginary friend?" Goku asked, his eyes wide. "Wow, I think that I have one, too! He keeps on leaving my shoes right in the middle of the hallway! Chichi always yells at ME for that..."
"Is your friend's name Kakkarott?" Vejita snapped, chucking the TV remote across the room to accentuate his point. "Come on, woman, aren't you going to get up? I've been sitting here waiting for at least an hour!"
"I will do no such thing until you ask me decently." Bulma sat back, happy with herself. If Vejita would be nice to her in front of Goku, she could only imagine what else she could blackmail him into doing. "Come on, I can smell those pancakes already..."
"Hey, Bulma, you don't have dark circles under your eyes anymore! You must be getting more sleep," Goku said randomly, squinting at her. "But I thought that when you were having se--"
Vejita cut him off, his expression pained. "I have no desire to deal with your insolence at such an early hour. Could you PLEASE leave?!"
Goku stared at him, shocked, for a moment, then a huge grin lit up his face. It was all Vejita could do to stifle a groan. "Wowee, Vejita--you said please! Since you asked nicely, I'll go, but you can bet your last pancake that I'll be back in time for those leftovers!" Bulma and Vejita were silent until he was safely out of the house, and then Bulma burst out laughing at the disappointed look on Vejita's face.
"What, you don't want him to come visit you?" she prodded. "But, Vejita, I thought that you two were the best of friends!"
"Would you happen to have any more of those automatics handy?" Vejita snarled. "Another opprotunity for target practice is coming up VERY soon."
Bulma stood and stretched, the thin fabric of her baggy t-shirt riding up over her bellybutton. Vejita tried not to stare. With a yawn and one more stretch, she crossed the room into the kitchen, where soft sounds of cabinets opening and closing could be heard. Vejita smirked and turned back to the TV, silently celebrating yet another victory over the strong-willed Bulma Briefs.
As promised, Goku DID show up for the leftovers. While Vejita battled with him in the kitchen, Bulma took the opprotunity to get dressed and grab her purse. Before she headed out the door, she stopped by the kitchen to let the quarreling men know where she was going. She stopped in the doorway to watch them for a moment, her blue eyes dancing at the familiar sight of them stuffing their faces. Her eyes darkened at the thought of what she was going out to do. Fingering her pierced belly-button, she cleared her throat to get their attention.
"I'm going out for an hour or so," she said softly, scuffing the floor with her heel. Vejita, picking up on her anxiousness, narrowed his eyes, stopping his eating frenzy in mid-bite. "See y'all later."
Goku furrowed his eyebrows, eyeing her stomach. "I didn't know that you had your belly-button pierced, Bulma."
"Since last year," she informed him hastily, already half-way out the door. "I haven't really worn a ring in it around...certain people, though. Bye!"
Vejita smirked privately, thinking of how he had discovered this particular quirk in Bulma's personality. Goku noticed and raised his eyebrows as he got an inkling of Vejita's train of thought. Wisely, he did not comment but instead stayed concentrated on his food. Yet, even with this on his mind, Goku could not remain silent for long.
"I learn something new about her every day," he said, shaking his head. "Is there anything major that you want to tell me about why we're at it?"
"Wellll," Vejita started, a look of mock thoughtfulness on his face. Suddenly the fake expression changed back into his usual scowl of displeasure. "No."
"Um...okay. I wonder where she went so suddenly."
Vejita looked out the kitchen window, studying the snow-covered yard with contained wonder. On Vejitasei, the climate had been far too hot to sustain snow of any kind. Hell, they had barely even had rain! He had to reluctantly admit that the winter season of Earth was quite beautiful. He could easily see why a little, sentimental weakling such as Bulma or Goku could learn to like the bitterly cold season. He tore his mind and eyes away from the weather and turned back to Goku. "Nowhere good. She sucks at hiding her foolish emotions."
"I thought that she was doing a pretty good job of it," Goku replied, licking his fingers. "I was thinking that she was going to the mall or something."
"Not likely. A trip to the mall doesn't make her THAT depressed--unless I am forced to come along."
"You jealous?" Goku teased mildly, grinning.
"Of WHAT?"
"Of the fact that something can bother her more than you!" Goku seemed amused at this weak point. "Wow, wherever she went must be pretty special."
"Hmph." Vejita slammed his fork back down on the table and crossed his arms. "Why must you bother me constantly?! What's your attraction to driving me INSANE?!"
Goku looked hurt. "I thought that we were friends."
"Well then, you thought WRONG." Vejita practically jumped out of his chair and stormed from the room, his anger now apparent to Goku. "Leave or stay, it doesn't make a difference--the woman installed locks on the gravity room weeks ago."
With slumped shoulders and a wounded heart, Goku left Capsule Corps., not to return for longer than anybody could have estimated.
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(A/N): The length of this chapter is unusually short, and I apologize, but I cannot possibly fit all that needs to be said in one chapter, so you'll just have to wait! ;-) Okay, here's several comments regarding some of the more...personal reviews that I have recently received:
-Yes, I am a rather cold and sarcastic person, so don't be too surprised if I say something that might rub you the wrong way.
-Though I've been known to well...'experiment' a bit, I am NOT addicted to anything besides maybe Niquil, and from what I have learned through my friends, my bad habit is not at all uncommon. Insomnia is taking over America, people! I might have been through some bad times as of late, but that does not make me a crackhead, got it?
-There has been some concern over just how I'm gonna orchestrate the Christmas scene, and trust me, its not gonna be ANYTHING like you all are expecting it to be. This isn't exactly the Brandy Bunch, for those who haven't noticed.
-If I am updating too slowly for your taste, then please refrain from bitching about it in EVERY SINGLE review. I don't mean those people who say 'please update soon', I mean those people who literally e-mail me or review or whatever and seriously COMPLAIN. I don't NEED your bullshit, okay? Just complain to your imaginary friend or something, okay? I am updating as fast as I can, I have a life too!
-I'm currently working on a SMALL, SIMPLE website that will outline how I feel at the moment, upcoming stories, and perhaps a spoiler or two here and there. Check it out whenever/if I finish it!
With all of that said, remember to PLEASE REVIEW, and not to take my anger mangement problems TOO seriously!
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.........................................................................................................................Rhapsody~*
It wasn't until the next morning that Goku decided to pay the two another visit. He found them both in the living room; Bulma stretched out on the couch, sleeping, her pretty face bare of makeup, and Vejita half-watching the blaring television, his dark eyes moving over to Bulma intermittently. Goku, remembering how rude Vejita had been the day before, hesitated a moment before entering.
"Gee, Bulma's always sleeping when I come over!" he exclaimed. "What's up with that?"
Vejita rolled his eyes. "Maybe because you always pick sunrise to show up, Kakkarott."
"I was thinking that you would be training already."
"Can't train on an empty stomach. You of all people should know that."
Goku sank into the couch beside Vejita, who slid as far away from him as he could. Goku didn't seem to notice. "So you're waiting for Bulma to get up?"
"No, I'm wasting my time watching boring human television while I could be training. What's it look like, you fool?"
Bulma rolled over onto her stomach and opened her blue eyes wearily. Both men ceased their talking to watch her. She wrapped herself in her blanket and sat up. "Could you two please stop that? I don't understand why you guys just can't get along for once! Its far too early to be even THINKING about arguing."
"Not a morning person, are we?" Vejita retorted, crossing his arms. "I'm hungry, and I can't train until you get me some food."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "I seem to remember finding a used frying pan in the sink yesterday morning. Whose doing was THAT? Your imaginary friend's?"
"You have an imaginary friend?" Goku asked, his eyes wide. "Wow, I think that I have one, too! He keeps on leaving my shoes right in the middle of the hallway! Chichi always yells at ME for that..."
"Is your friend's name Kakkarott?" Vejita snapped, chucking the TV remote across the room to accentuate his point. "Come on, woman, aren't you going to get up? I've been sitting here waiting for at least an hour!"
"I will do no such thing until you ask me decently." Bulma sat back, happy with herself. If Vejita would be nice to her in front of Goku, she could only imagine what else she could blackmail him into doing. "Come on, I can smell those pancakes already..."
"Hey, Bulma, you don't have dark circles under your eyes anymore! You must be getting more sleep," Goku said randomly, squinting at her. "But I thought that when you were having se--"
Vejita cut him off, his expression pained. "I have no desire to deal with your insolence at such an early hour. Could you PLEASE leave?!"
Goku stared at him, shocked, for a moment, then a huge grin lit up his face. It was all Vejita could do to stifle a groan. "Wowee, Vejita--you said please! Since you asked nicely, I'll go, but you can bet your last pancake that I'll be back in time for those leftovers!" Bulma and Vejita were silent until he was safely out of the house, and then Bulma burst out laughing at the disappointed look on Vejita's face.
"What, you don't want him to come visit you?" she prodded. "But, Vejita, I thought that you two were the best of friends!"
"Would you happen to have any more of those automatics handy?" Vejita snarled. "Another opprotunity for target practice is coming up VERY soon."
Bulma stood and stretched, the thin fabric of her baggy t-shirt riding up over her bellybutton. Vejita tried not to stare. With a yawn and one more stretch, she crossed the room into the kitchen, where soft sounds of cabinets opening and closing could be heard. Vejita smirked and turned back to the TV, silently celebrating yet another victory over the strong-willed Bulma Briefs.
As promised, Goku DID show up for the leftovers. While Vejita battled with him in the kitchen, Bulma took the opprotunity to get dressed and grab her purse. Before she headed out the door, she stopped by the kitchen to let the quarreling men know where she was going. She stopped in the doorway to watch them for a moment, her blue eyes dancing at the familiar sight of them stuffing their faces. Her eyes darkened at the thought of what she was going out to do. Fingering her pierced belly-button, she cleared her throat to get their attention.
"I'm going out for an hour or so," she said softly, scuffing the floor with her heel. Vejita, picking up on her anxiousness, narrowed his eyes, stopping his eating frenzy in mid-bite. "See y'all later."
Goku furrowed his eyebrows, eyeing her stomach. "I didn't know that you had your belly-button pierced, Bulma."
"Since last year," she informed him hastily, already half-way out the door. "I haven't really worn a ring in it around...certain people, though. Bye!"
Vejita smirked privately, thinking of how he had discovered this particular quirk in Bulma's personality. Goku noticed and raised his eyebrows as he got an inkling of Vejita's train of thought. Wisely, he did not comment but instead stayed concentrated on his food. Yet, even with this on his mind, Goku could not remain silent for long.
"I learn something new about her every day," he said, shaking his head. "Is there anything major that you want to tell me about why we're at it?"
"Wellll," Vejita started, a look of mock thoughtfulness on his face. Suddenly the fake expression changed back into his usual scowl of displeasure. "No."
"Um...okay. I wonder where she went so suddenly."
Vejita looked out the kitchen window, studying the snow-covered yard with contained wonder. On Vejitasei, the climate had been far too hot to sustain snow of any kind. Hell, they had barely even had rain! He had to reluctantly admit that the winter season of Earth was quite beautiful. He could easily see why a little, sentimental weakling such as Bulma or Goku could learn to like the bitterly cold season. He tore his mind and eyes away from the weather and turned back to Goku. "Nowhere good. She sucks at hiding her foolish emotions."
"I thought that she was doing a pretty good job of it," Goku replied, licking his fingers. "I was thinking that she was going to the mall or something."
"Not likely. A trip to the mall doesn't make her THAT depressed--unless I am forced to come along."
"You jealous?" Goku teased mildly, grinning.
"Of WHAT?"
"Of the fact that something can bother her more than you!" Goku seemed amused at this weak point. "Wow, wherever she went must be pretty special."
"Hmph." Vejita slammed his fork back down on the table and crossed his arms. "Why must you bother me constantly?! What's your attraction to driving me INSANE?!"
Goku looked hurt. "I thought that we were friends."
"Well then, you thought WRONG." Vejita practically jumped out of his chair and stormed from the room, his anger now apparent to Goku. "Leave or stay, it doesn't make a difference--the woman installed locks on the gravity room weeks ago."
With slumped shoulders and a wounded heart, Goku left Capsule Corps., not to return for longer than anybody could have estimated.
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(A/N): The length of this chapter is unusually short, and I apologize, but I cannot possibly fit all that needs to be said in one chapter, so you'll just have to wait! ;-) Okay, here's several comments regarding some of the more...personal reviews that I have recently received:
-Yes, I am a rather cold and sarcastic person, so don't be too surprised if I say something that might rub you the wrong way.
-Though I've been known to well...'experiment' a bit, I am NOT addicted to anything besides maybe Niquil, and from what I have learned through my friends, my bad habit is not at all uncommon. Insomnia is taking over America, people! I might have been through some bad times as of late, but that does not make me a crackhead, got it?
-There has been some concern over just how I'm gonna orchestrate the Christmas scene, and trust me, its not gonna be ANYTHING like you all are expecting it to be. This isn't exactly the Brandy Bunch, for those who haven't noticed.
-If I am updating too slowly for your taste, then please refrain from bitching about it in EVERY SINGLE review. I don't mean those people who say 'please update soon', I mean those people who literally e-mail me or review or whatever and seriously COMPLAIN. I don't NEED your bullshit, okay? Just complain to your imaginary friend or something, okay? I am updating as fast as I can, I have a life too!
-I'm currently working on a SMALL, SIMPLE website that will outline how I feel at the moment, upcoming stories, and perhaps a spoiler or two here and there. Check it out whenever/if I finish it!
With all of that said, remember to PLEASE REVIEW, and not to take my anger mangement problems TOO seriously!
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