Okay everyone, I am Ranny (as you know)
I am going to do a couple of things called writing story starters, and if
you like them than i'll write more.
Anyway about my stories Mate Day and Captured, their chapters are currently
being written and they will be out as soon as i'm finished....
I am really REALLY sorry, but my computer is still screwed so I can't
review your wonderful stories :'(
Anyway if you like this 'story starter' than tell me in a review so I can
continue it. I do not care if it's just one review from one person, I will
continue this story for that person if it makes them happy because every
review +reviewer counts.
Anyway this story is called........
~College~ by Marinlova
Bulma growled as her boss, Miranda, told her to do the dishes. 'Why the hell am I working here again?' she thought to herself as she went to the sink and rinsed off the dishes that her boss had so 'kindly' told her to do.
"Bulma, Those are not clean enough!!" Miranda shouted at her as she finished leaving them sparkly clean.
'Oh I remember why I am working here now..'
~FlAsH BaCk~
"Bulma honey, you got to understand, we want you to be responsible for yourself, because you can't always run back to us for money when you need it," Mr. Briefs told her as he explained why she had to go get a job and make her own living.
"If I am to get a job, WHY AM I THE HEIRESS OF CAPSULE CORPS.?!?!" she asked/screamed at her father.
"Of coarse you are the heiress and will inherit all of our money and we will certainly still pay for your college, but until then get a job and make a living," Mr.Briefs said.
"BUT, that's not Fair!! I need money for clothes!!" Bulma argued.
"Do not argue with your f-.......
"Bulma ! I told you to go help that costumer!" Miranda broke through her thoughts with her squeaky lil voice.
Bulma sighed and went to go help the costumer.
"Hello, welcome to Cold Wine and Beer, How may I help you?" Bulma spoke in a bored voice as she looked at the ugly costumer with a scar on his face.
"Well, you could help me by following me outside for a quick fuck," The guy said, winking at her.
"Do you know who I am?!?" Bulma screamed at the guy.
"No, but I know who I am, I am Yamcha Fortay, second richest in the whole world," Yamcha grinned and got ready for Bulma to start groveling at his feet.
"Well excuse me to say, but you arn't the second richest, you are are the third richest," Bulma said in a dead calm voice.
"Okay bitch who are you and i'll make sure you never work in this town again!" Yamcha said losing his patience.
But Bulma lost hers too.
" I AM BULMA BRIEFS YOU PANSY ASS AND IF YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A FUCKING HELL, NOBODY EVER TALKS LIKE THAT TO A BRIEFS AND I ONLY LET MIRANDA PUSH ME AROUND BECAUSE I NEED THIS JOB AND IF YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME THAN YOUR WRONG , BECAUSE I CAN KICK YOUR SORRY ASS TO HELL AND BACK NOW IF YOU WOULD 'PLEASE' LEAVE SO I CAN FINISH MY JOB, I WOULD BE FOREVER GREATFUL, AND OH YAH, YOU SAY I'M NOT EVER GONNA WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN? WELL GUESS WHAT! YOUR THE ONE WHOS NEVER GONNA WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN. NOW LEAVE!!" Bulma screamed at him.
All the customers in Cold Wine and Beer sat shellshocked in their seats.
Miranda on the other hand was so shocked that she spilled beer on her white blouse.
Yamcha was the worst of all. He sat there opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
"Y-Your Bulma B-Briefs??" Yamcha and Miranda said at the same time.
"YES, you wanna make something out of it or can I FINALLY go home so I can get packed for college?!?!" Bulma screamed, her temper still up.
"Yes M-miss B-Briefs!" Miranda said to her.
Bulma looked around for Yamcha,but saw that he was already gone.
'Good, he's gone. Now I can go shopping with the credit cards my parents forgot to take away!" Bulma thought to herself.
Just then Bulma's cell phone rang.
"Moshie Moshie!" Bulma said cheerfuly into the phone.
"Heya Bulma, it's Chichi!"
"Heya Chi, what's up?"
"Nothing, but I just wanted to remind you that you have to pack before shopping, which I would be gladly to do both with you,"
"su-"
"Thankz, now go home cause i'll be leaving for your house in 20 minutes!"
"Okay, Ja Ne!"
"Ja ne!"
Bulma hung up her phone, and walked out of Cold wine and beer. She then took out her capsule and clicked it, revealing a motorbike. 'Home, here I comeee' Bulma thought as she sped off on her motorbike. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
but an unknown stalker followed her. ' Soon Onna... Soon, you will be MINE!' Mr. Vegeta thought.
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Okay here is 1 story starter.
Anyway this story is called........
~College~ by Marinlova
Bulma growled as her boss, Miranda, told her to do the dishes. 'Why the hell am I working here again?' she thought to herself as she went to the sink and rinsed off the dishes that her boss had so 'kindly' told her to do.
"Bulma, Those are not clean enough!!" Miranda shouted at her as she finished leaving them sparkly clean.
'Oh I remember why I am working here now..'
~FlAsH BaCk~
"Bulma honey, you got to understand, we want you to be responsible for yourself, because you can't always run back to us for money when you need it," Mr. Briefs told her as he explained why she had to go get a job and make her own living.
"If I am to get a job, WHY AM I THE HEIRESS OF CAPSULE CORPS.?!?!" she asked/screamed at her father.
"Of coarse you are the heiress and will inherit all of our money and we will certainly still pay for your college, but until then get a job and make a living," Mr.Briefs said.
"BUT, that's not Fair!! I need money for clothes!!" Bulma argued.
"Do not argue with your f-.......
"Bulma ! I told you to go help that costumer!" Miranda broke through her thoughts with her squeaky lil voice.
Bulma sighed and went to go help the costumer.
"Hello, welcome to Cold Wine and Beer, How may I help you?" Bulma spoke in a bored voice as she looked at the ugly costumer with a scar on his face.
"Well, you could help me by following me outside for a quick fuck," The guy said, winking at her.
"Do you know who I am?!?" Bulma screamed at the guy.
"No, but I know who I am, I am Yamcha Fortay, second richest in the whole world," Yamcha grinned and got ready for Bulma to start groveling at his feet.
"Well excuse me to say, but you arn't the second richest, you are are the third richest," Bulma said in a dead calm voice.
"Okay bitch who are you and i'll make sure you never work in this town again!" Yamcha said losing his patience.
But Bulma lost hers too.
" I AM BULMA BRIEFS YOU PANSY ASS AND IF YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A FUCKING HELL, NOBODY EVER TALKS LIKE THAT TO A BRIEFS AND I ONLY LET MIRANDA PUSH ME AROUND BECAUSE I NEED THIS JOB AND IF YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME THAN YOUR WRONG , BECAUSE I CAN KICK YOUR SORRY ASS TO HELL AND BACK NOW IF YOU WOULD 'PLEASE' LEAVE SO I CAN FINISH MY JOB, I WOULD BE FOREVER GREATFUL, AND OH YAH, YOU SAY I'M NOT EVER GONNA WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN? WELL GUESS WHAT! YOUR THE ONE WHOS NEVER GONNA WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN. NOW LEAVE!!" Bulma screamed at him.
All the customers in Cold Wine and Beer sat shellshocked in their seats.
Miranda on the other hand was so shocked that she spilled beer on her white blouse.
Yamcha was the worst of all. He sat there opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
"Y-Your Bulma B-Briefs??" Yamcha and Miranda said at the same time.
"YES, you wanna make something out of it or can I FINALLY go home so I can get packed for college?!?!" Bulma screamed, her temper still up.
"Yes M-miss B-Briefs!" Miranda said to her.
Bulma looked around for Yamcha,but saw that he was already gone.
'Good, he's gone. Now I can go shopping with the credit cards my parents forgot to take away!" Bulma thought to herself.
Just then Bulma's cell phone rang.
"Moshie Moshie!" Bulma said cheerfuly into the phone.
"Heya Bulma, it's Chichi!"
"Heya Chi, what's up?"
"Nothing, but I just wanted to remind you that you have to pack before shopping, which I would be gladly to do both with you,"
"su-"
"Thankz, now go home cause i'll be leaving for your house in 20 minutes!"
"Okay, Ja Ne!"
"Ja ne!"
Bulma hung up her phone, and walked out of Cold wine and beer. She then took out her capsule and clicked it, revealing a motorbike. 'Home, here I comeee' Bulma thought as she sped off on her motorbike. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
but an unknown stalker followed her. ' Soon Onna... Soon, you will be MINE!' Mr. Vegeta thought.
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Okay here is 1 story starter.