I have no idea on what this disclaimer thing is, but someone wrote
something about being sued, so here I am, writing about the fact that I do
not own any of the DBZ characters or the show. *Humph.* On with the story.
Stranded. Chapter 2. Destination.
"Bye." Chi-Chi said to Bulma as Chi-Chi flew off on the Nimbus Cloud. Vegeta grunted and walked into the house. Seconds later, Bulma joined him.
"Why did I let you talk me into going with you?" Vegeta asked, slumping onto the couch in front of the television. "I am going to be stuck with Kakarot, his mate and you."
"More like we're going to be stuck with you. I don't know why I asked you."
"Neither do I. So, where are we going? I don't want to be stuck with you in a useless place."
"Fine then. You aren't allowed to use your powers. It's supposed to be a nice, relaxing holiday. We are going to go there by plane, not by you flying yourself."
"What? I have flown everyday of my life. How do you expect me to go, um, how many days will we be there?"
"I think Chi-Chi said in the car about two weeks."
"Two weeks! I have to go two weeks without flying, or training or fighting with Kakarot? This is going to be hell."
"For you." Bulma said. "I think it should do you good."
"Sure. Just as it will do the Earth good when the androids come. We will be holidaying, losing time to train, and then we will be unprepared."
"You made absolutely no sense then."
"So? You do it all the time."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do. Especially when you went near Yamcha. You would start to babble and go on about nothing."
"Yes, well that isn't my fault."
"Yeah, right."
"I am right."
"What, for the first time today?"
"I was right about you being a jerk."
"Yeah, one time. I'm going to train and I've already lost at least six hours today, so don't interfere." Vegeta said. He went up to his room and got changed and then he walked out to the gravity machine. He turned the machine on to three hundred times Earth gravity and started his training. He got about twenty minutes when Chi-Chi called Bulma on the phone.
"Hi, Chi. What's up?" Bulma said.
"Goku and I are at a total loss. Where should we go?" Chi-Chi asked.
"I don't know. How about a nice island or a jungle in Africa?"
"You have a wild imagination."
"I told Vegeta that he wasn't to use his powers such as flying. He wasn't too happy."
"I bet he wasn't."
"So, did you like any of my ideas?"
"I like the island idea."
"How about we get mystery tickets? My parents got some once and they ended up in Hawaii. Cool, huh?"
"Yeah. I'll just check with Goku. He likes the idea."
"Kay. I'd go ask Vegeta, but he'd get mad at me. I'll tell him tonight at dinner. When will we leave?"
"Oh, I don't know. Gohan's camp is in two days."
"The sooner the better. I'll get the tickets tonight. We won't find out where we're going until we get there."
"Sounds great."
"Kay. I'll call up now. Bye."
"Bye." Chi-Chi said. Bulma hung up the phone and started dialling the airport when a cursing Vegeta stumbled into the room.
"What happened to you?" Bulma asked. She was finding it hard to keep her giggles in.
"Your fathers stupid inventions broke on me again. I thought he was a great creator. He has only manage to create a huge headache for me."
"It's not his fault that you push yourself so much. By the way, we're getting mystery tickets. We won't know where we're going until we get there."
"Sounds great." Vegeta sarcastically said. "Why am I going with you?"
"Because you need a break."
"So you think I'm going to get one with you, Kakarot and Chi-Chi."
"Yes. Besides, you're a grouch."
"I am not. This is a great way to get yourself killed, you know."
"But you wouldn't."
"That's what you think." Vegeta said.
"Whatever." Bulma said. She dialled the airport and booked their tickets while Vegeta had a shower and got changed in his room.
"Bulma, once you're finished with that, do you mind asking Vegeta if he'd prefer take out to a roast?" Bulma's mother asked.
"Fine, mum." Bulma said. She finished dialling the number and booked a privet flight.
"So you'll come on Saturday for a mystery ticket flight with three other friends?" asked a receptionist.
"Yes. Do you think we could get a privet flight? My friend who's coming isn't very big on being social."
"Okay. That would be, um, $10000. You're plane leaves at 9:00 am on the 17th gate. I hope to see you there and you enjoy your trip. Bye."
"Bye." Bulma said, hanging up the phone. "Bimbo." She muttered.
"Bulma, can you ask Vegeta now?" Mrs. Briefs asked. Bulma grunted as Vegeta usually does and walked upstairs and up to his room.
"Vegeta." She said, banging on the door.
"What, Woman?" he asked.
"So you are out of the shower."
"You think? I'm sure someone as intelligent as you could have noticed that when you heard the water stop. Now what do you want? I'm wasting my breathe on you."
"Mum wants to know if you want take out or a roast for dinner."
"I don't care. Just hurry it up. I'm hungry." Vegeta said, walking out the door, with a towel in his head while drying his hair. His hair was still damp, making some of it stay down. She found it funny that he didn't look as tall. (I'm making it so Vegeta's about two inches taller then Bulma, making him about Goku's height.) She also found it funny that some of his hair was down, making half of it go to his shoulders in a weird way. He was wearing a dark blue top and black pants, which she thought was weird because he rarely ever goes anywhere without his gloves on or with his hair as damp as it was. She also found it weird that she thought he looked kinda cute. He raised his energy level and his hair dried immediately.
"Fine then. And by the way, you have to teach me that trick. It's easier then using a hair dryer."
"Why should I teach you? You don't need to be taught it. I just raised my energy level. Nothing much."
"Hmm, okay." Bulma said. She walked downstairs and looked for her mum. "Mum! He doesn't care!"
"Okay then, we'll just order pizza." Came her mother's voice from the lounge room. "I'll go order it now. Vegeta, any requests?"
"No." Vegeta grumped.
"Mum, do you think we could have." Bulma started.
"No. I was asking Vegeta." She said.
"Is that because he'd probably kill you?"
"No. I just think it's better that he gets to choose what we eat. He is our guest."
"He has been for the last two years. He basically lives here now."
"That's just because I have to get the equipment for training. By the way, I haven't heard anything about you replacing the ones that broke earlier before." Vegeta said.
"That's because I haven't thought about it yet." Bulma said.
"What? I need to train with something."
"So? If you want something, then be patient and you might just get it."
"Me? Patient? I am Prince Vegeta and I am not patient with commoners."
"Frieza was a commoner and you grovelled at his feet."
"He wiped out 99% of the Saiyan race. Wouldn't you if you wanted to stay alive?"
"I would at least have a backbone and stand up to him."
"Please. You would have been dead with a blink of an eye."
"Pity he didn't kill you."
"He did. And if you worthy your life, then I advise you to shut up about Frieza."
"Why?"
"Because I hate the low life that he was."
"You're not all that high, yourself." Bulma muttered.
"I am a prince. Isn't that high enough?" Vegeta asked. He stormed out of the room and into the kitchen.
He found the house big and boring, much like the royal palace on Vegeta- Sei. He never ceased to get bored by his surroundings: One, His best opponent when sparring is Goku and Chi-Chi had told Goku that he wasn't to spar with anyone but Gohan so Gohan wouldn't be alone with Piccolo, and two, the best thing in that house was the verbal fights that he had with Bulma. He did enjoy them as it kept him angry and it was his way of communicating. You could tell the type of mood he was in by how long the fights went on. That time, he wasn't in the mood and cut their fight off short. He stopped and stared out the window to see the night sky filled with clouds and rain. He liked the rain. He liked flying through it at night even more. He walked to the front door and stepped out. The rain poured down on him, it was refreshingly cold, but not something that made him freezing. It just made him relaxed. He took off and flew towards a close mountain range, his favourite spot on this planet. He liked it there when it rained. He would sit in a tree and think. He didn't know what about, but he would just think. It didn't mind him much that he was getting soaked or worried Bulma's mum. He would just walk in and hope that the women did not see him, as they'd worry with such little things as his health. It was little to him and it baffled him how they would care so much. He sat on one of the branches of his favourite tree and rested his back on the trunk of the tree. He still sat and wondered about things that seemed odd to him. He didn't even know what they were about.
"Mum!" Bulma called from Vegeta's room hours later.
"What, honey?" she answered.
"Do you know where Vegeta is? He disappeared hours ago. He didn't even have any dinner."
"Well, we do have left overs. Knowing him, he'd probably be back before tomorrow and he'll find the food in the freezer and he'll eat it all with glee. Why are you worrying?"
"He normally doesn't go out without dinner. Oh, well." Bulma said. "I'll go to sleep now. Goodnight."
"Night, honey." Her mother said. Bulma walked into her room, which was closest to the staircase. She changed into her night ware, which happened to be a large t-shirt that could be mistaken as a nightie and got into her bed and she slowly fell asleep.
Hours after she fell asleep, she woke up to a rattling noise, coming from the front door. She crept out of bed and down the stairs to see the silhouette of someone through the glass pane on the door. The door handle shook one last time and then the person grumbled and then moved to the other side of the house. She remembered that her mum had left Vegeta's balcony window open and she grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen and ran upstairs to Vegeta's room.
*Vegeta's P.O.V*
I got back to that woman's house to find the front door locked. And I didn't wake up anyone in that stupid house, so I decided to go around to my window. It's usually left open when I go away. I felt an energy level moving in the house. It wasn't too strong, but it felt afraid. Could it be a robber? Hmmm.
*Normal P.O.V*
Bulma walked heard someone on the balcony and moved closer to the doors. She raised the pan above her head and then the guy's head popped out from the curtain and she hit him with all the strength she could get. The guy screamed in pain but didn't fall to the ground, as she thought they would of, so she hit him again, and again until he grabbed her wrist.
"What the hell are you doing?" Vegeta asked. He still didn't know that it was Bulma, as it was very dark.
"Get out of my house, you thief!" Bulma snapped.
"Your house?" Vegeta asked. He powered up so there was light. "Bulma?"
"Vegeta?"
"You hit me. Three times."
"I thought you were a robber."
"I thought you were."
"Why would you care?"
"Because he could have stolen the equipment for the gravity machine."
"Do you mind letting go of my wrist?" Bulma asked. He still had her wrist above her head. He dropped her wrist and she let go of the pan. "Are you okay?"
"My head's spinning, but yeah. Where did you get the idea of hitting me on the head with a frying pan?"
"Like I said before, I thought you were a burglar."
"What are you doing in my room?"
"Like you have anything worth caring about in here."
"For all you know I might keep a journal or something."
"You keep a journal?"
"Yes. I keep tabs on what has happened on this lump of rock."
"What have you written?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because when people keep dairies, they usually write secrets."
"I don't keep any secrets and you wouldn't be able to read it anyway. It's all in Saiyan." Vegeta said, walking over to the light switch and turned the light on.
"Well, you can teach me how to read it."
"It's my journal. You're not supposed to read it."
"Like you care what's right."
"I do when it comes to me."
"Selfish." Bulma sneered. She walked out of his room and back into her own and then walked back into his. "Where did you go?"
"Like you care."
"I do."
"I was on one of those mountains." Vegeta said, pointing to the direction. "Did your mother leave me any food?"
"Yes. There are at least three of my dinners there."
"Good." Vegeta said, walking out of his room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I have no idea on what might happen in the next chapter, but it might be about them leaving. I have the most perfect idea about the plane crashing somewhere, leaving them unknown to where they are and Vegeta keeps his word about not flying, so he, Bulma, Chi-Chi and Goku are stuck there because Goku can hardly stand with Chi-Chi struggling as he flew, so he couldn't take Bulma, leaving the four there by themselves, stranded. I really like the idea. Please R + R. I would really appreciate it.
Stranded. Chapter 2. Destination.
"Bye." Chi-Chi said to Bulma as Chi-Chi flew off on the Nimbus Cloud. Vegeta grunted and walked into the house. Seconds later, Bulma joined him.
"Why did I let you talk me into going with you?" Vegeta asked, slumping onto the couch in front of the television. "I am going to be stuck with Kakarot, his mate and you."
"More like we're going to be stuck with you. I don't know why I asked you."
"Neither do I. So, where are we going? I don't want to be stuck with you in a useless place."
"Fine then. You aren't allowed to use your powers. It's supposed to be a nice, relaxing holiday. We are going to go there by plane, not by you flying yourself."
"What? I have flown everyday of my life. How do you expect me to go, um, how many days will we be there?"
"I think Chi-Chi said in the car about two weeks."
"Two weeks! I have to go two weeks without flying, or training or fighting with Kakarot? This is going to be hell."
"For you." Bulma said. "I think it should do you good."
"Sure. Just as it will do the Earth good when the androids come. We will be holidaying, losing time to train, and then we will be unprepared."
"You made absolutely no sense then."
"So? You do it all the time."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do. Especially when you went near Yamcha. You would start to babble and go on about nothing."
"Yes, well that isn't my fault."
"Yeah, right."
"I am right."
"What, for the first time today?"
"I was right about you being a jerk."
"Yeah, one time. I'm going to train and I've already lost at least six hours today, so don't interfere." Vegeta said. He went up to his room and got changed and then he walked out to the gravity machine. He turned the machine on to three hundred times Earth gravity and started his training. He got about twenty minutes when Chi-Chi called Bulma on the phone.
"Hi, Chi. What's up?" Bulma said.
"Goku and I are at a total loss. Where should we go?" Chi-Chi asked.
"I don't know. How about a nice island or a jungle in Africa?"
"You have a wild imagination."
"I told Vegeta that he wasn't to use his powers such as flying. He wasn't too happy."
"I bet he wasn't."
"So, did you like any of my ideas?"
"I like the island idea."
"How about we get mystery tickets? My parents got some once and they ended up in Hawaii. Cool, huh?"
"Yeah. I'll just check with Goku. He likes the idea."
"Kay. I'd go ask Vegeta, but he'd get mad at me. I'll tell him tonight at dinner. When will we leave?"
"Oh, I don't know. Gohan's camp is in two days."
"The sooner the better. I'll get the tickets tonight. We won't find out where we're going until we get there."
"Sounds great."
"Kay. I'll call up now. Bye."
"Bye." Chi-Chi said. Bulma hung up the phone and started dialling the airport when a cursing Vegeta stumbled into the room.
"What happened to you?" Bulma asked. She was finding it hard to keep her giggles in.
"Your fathers stupid inventions broke on me again. I thought he was a great creator. He has only manage to create a huge headache for me."
"It's not his fault that you push yourself so much. By the way, we're getting mystery tickets. We won't know where we're going until we get there."
"Sounds great." Vegeta sarcastically said. "Why am I going with you?"
"Because you need a break."
"So you think I'm going to get one with you, Kakarot and Chi-Chi."
"Yes. Besides, you're a grouch."
"I am not. This is a great way to get yourself killed, you know."
"But you wouldn't."
"That's what you think." Vegeta said.
"Whatever." Bulma said. She dialled the airport and booked their tickets while Vegeta had a shower and got changed in his room.
"Bulma, once you're finished with that, do you mind asking Vegeta if he'd prefer take out to a roast?" Bulma's mother asked.
"Fine, mum." Bulma said. She finished dialling the number and booked a privet flight.
"So you'll come on Saturday for a mystery ticket flight with three other friends?" asked a receptionist.
"Yes. Do you think we could get a privet flight? My friend who's coming isn't very big on being social."
"Okay. That would be, um, $10000. You're plane leaves at 9:00 am on the 17th gate. I hope to see you there and you enjoy your trip. Bye."
"Bye." Bulma said, hanging up the phone. "Bimbo." She muttered.
"Bulma, can you ask Vegeta now?" Mrs. Briefs asked. Bulma grunted as Vegeta usually does and walked upstairs and up to his room.
"Vegeta." She said, banging on the door.
"What, Woman?" he asked.
"So you are out of the shower."
"You think? I'm sure someone as intelligent as you could have noticed that when you heard the water stop. Now what do you want? I'm wasting my breathe on you."
"Mum wants to know if you want take out or a roast for dinner."
"I don't care. Just hurry it up. I'm hungry." Vegeta said, walking out the door, with a towel in his head while drying his hair. His hair was still damp, making some of it stay down. She found it funny that he didn't look as tall. (I'm making it so Vegeta's about two inches taller then Bulma, making him about Goku's height.) She also found it funny that some of his hair was down, making half of it go to his shoulders in a weird way. He was wearing a dark blue top and black pants, which she thought was weird because he rarely ever goes anywhere without his gloves on or with his hair as damp as it was. She also found it weird that she thought he looked kinda cute. He raised his energy level and his hair dried immediately.
"Fine then. And by the way, you have to teach me that trick. It's easier then using a hair dryer."
"Why should I teach you? You don't need to be taught it. I just raised my energy level. Nothing much."
"Hmm, okay." Bulma said. She walked downstairs and looked for her mum. "Mum! He doesn't care!"
"Okay then, we'll just order pizza." Came her mother's voice from the lounge room. "I'll go order it now. Vegeta, any requests?"
"No." Vegeta grumped.
"Mum, do you think we could have." Bulma started.
"No. I was asking Vegeta." She said.
"Is that because he'd probably kill you?"
"No. I just think it's better that he gets to choose what we eat. He is our guest."
"He has been for the last two years. He basically lives here now."
"That's just because I have to get the equipment for training. By the way, I haven't heard anything about you replacing the ones that broke earlier before." Vegeta said.
"That's because I haven't thought about it yet." Bulma said.
"What? I need to train with something."
"So? If you want something, then be patient and you might just get it."
"Me? Patient? I am Prince Vegeta and I am not patient with commoners."
"Frieza was a commoner and you grovelled at his feet."
"He wiped out 99% of the Saiyan race. Wouldn't you if you wanted to stay alive?"
"I would at least have a backbone and stand up to him."
"Please. You would have been dead with a blink of an eye."
"Pity he didn't kill you."
"He did. And if you worthy your life, then I advise you to shut up about Frieza."
"Why?"
"Because I hate the low life that he was."
"You're not all that high, yourself." Bulma muttered.
"I am a prince. Isn't that high enough?" Vegeta asked. He stormed out of the room and into the kitchen.
He found the house big and boring, much like the royal palace on Vegeta- Sei. He never ceased to get bored by his surroundings: One, His best opponent when sparring is Goku and Chi-Chi had told Goku that he wasn't to spar with anyone but Gohan so Gohan wouldn't be alone with Piccolo, and two, the best thing in that house was the verbal fights that he had with Bulma. He did enjoy them as it kept him angry and it was his way of communicating. You could tell the type of mood he was in by how long the fights went on. That time, he wasn't in the mood and cut their fight off short. He stopped and stared out the window to see the night sky filled with clouds and rain. He liked the rain. He liked flying through it at night even more. He walked to the front door and stepped out. The rain poured down on him, it was refreshingly cold, but not something that made him freezing. It just made him relaxed. He took off and flew towards a close mountain range, his favourite spot on this planet. He liked it there when it rained. He would sit in a tree and think. He didn't know what about, but he would just think. It didn't mind him much that he was getting soaked or worried Bulma's mum. He would just walk in and hope that the women did not see him, as they'd worry with such little things as his health. It was little to him and it baffled him how they would care so much. He sat on one of the branches of his favourite tree and rested his back on the trunk of the tree. He still sat and wondered about things that seemed odd to him. He didn't even know what they were about.
"Mum!" Bulma called from Vegeta's room hours later.
"What, honey?" she answered.
"Do you know where Vegeta is? He disappeared hours ago. He didn't even have any dinner."
"Well, we do have left overs. Knowing him, he'd probably be back before tomorrow and he'll find the food in the freezer and he'll eat it all with glee. Why are you worrying?"
"He normally doesn't go out without dinner. Oh, well." Bulma said. "I'll go to sleep now. Goodnight."
"Night, honey." Her mother said. Bulma walked into her room, which was closest to the staircase. She changed into her night ware, which happened to be a large t-shirt that could be mistaken as a nightie and got into her bed and she slowly fell asleep.
Hours after she fell asleep, she woke up to a rattling noise, coming from the front door. She crept out of bed and down the stairs to see the silhouette of someone through the glass pane on the door. The door handle shook one last time and then the person grumbled and then moved to the other side of the house. She remembered that her mum had left Vegeta's balcony window open and she grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen and ran upstairs to Vegeta's room.
*Vegeta's P.O.V*
I got back to that woman's house to find the front door locked. And I didn't wake up anyone in that stupid house, so I decided to go around to my window. It's usually left open when I go away. I felt an energy level moving in the house. It wasn't too strong, but it felt afraid. Could it be a robber? Hmmm.
*Normal P.O.V*
Bulma walked heard someone on the balcony and moved closer to the doors. She raised the pan above her head and then the guy's head popped out from the curtain and she hit him with all the strength she could get. The guy screamed in pain but didn't fall to the ground, as she thought they would of, so she hit him again, and again until he grabbed her wrist.
"What the hell are you doing?" Vegeta asked. He still didn't know that it was Bulma, as it was very dark.
"Get out of my house, you thief!" Bulma snapped.
"Your house?" Vegeta asked. He powered up so there was light. "Bulma?"
"Vegeta?"
"You hit me. Three times."
"I thought you were a robber."
"I thought you were."
"Why would you care?"
"Because he could have stolen the equipment for the gravity machine."
"Do you mind letting go of my wrist?" Bulma asked. He still had her wrist above her head. He dropped her wrist and she let go of the pan. "Are you okay?"
"My head's spinning, but yeah. Where did you get the idea of hitting me on the head with a frying pan?"
"Like I said before, I thought you were a burglar."
"What are you doing in my room?"
"Like you have anything worth caring about in here."
"For all you know I might keep a journal or something."
"You keep a journal?"
"Yes. I keep tabs on what has happened on this lump of rock."
"What have you written?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because when people keep dairies, they usually write secrets."
"I don't keep any secrets and you wouldn't be able to read it anyway. It's all in Saiyan." Vegeta said, walking over to the light switch and turned the light on.
"Well, you can teach me how to read it."
"It's my journal. You're not supposed to read it."
"Like you care what's right."
"I do when it comes to me."
"Selfish." Bulma sneered. She walked out of his room and back into her own and then walked back into his. "Where did you go?"
"Like you care."
"I do."
"I was on one of those mountains." Vegeta said, pointing to the direction. "Did your mother leave me any food?"
"Yes. There are at least three of my dinners there."
"Good." Vegeta said, walking out of his room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I have no idea on what might happen in the next chapter, but it might be about them leaving. I have the most perfect idea about the plane crashing somewhere, leaving them unknown to where they are and Vegeta keeps his word about not flying, so he, Bulma, Chi-Chi and Goku are stuck there because Goku can hardly stand with Chi-Chi struggling as he flew, so he couldn't take Bulma, leaving the four there by themselves, stranded. I really like the idea. Please R + R. I would really appreciate it.