Okies, here is chapter 3. YAY. You know this is my third chapter in ONE
day. That's freaking amazing, and since Christmas holidays are coming up, I
get to spend even More time on writing my stories. And for all you
wondering peoples (and Yugi) My chapters in Mate Day and Captured are
coming out really soon. And I might even finish them off tonight. And there
is BIG warnings in Mate Day, because there is going to be so much violence
you might even throw up!! And in Captured, well what can I say. There is
going to be some evil things..... NO I CANNOT TELL YOU!! You just have to
read -.-
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After Bulma and Chichi finished packing Bulma's stuff, (ten big bags) Chichi went home to go to bed, after all it was 3:00 in the morning, and Bulma? well let's just say she didn't have a very good morning....
"OH SHIT I'M GONNA BE LATE!!!! I NEW I SHOULDN'T OF STAYED UP THAT LATE!!!! OMG" Bulma screamed as she rushed around the house. Finally after sorting through her hair, she drove off.
Bulma just made it in there as the clock struck 9:00 A.M.
"BUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!" Miranda screamed at her.
"Yes Miranda?" Bulma asked calmly.
"YOU ARE LATE!" Miranda impatiently pushed Bulma into the back room.
"I am?!" Bulma said her temper rising into new heights. ' Who does she think she is! She can't tell me when i'm late or not! I am Bulma Briefs!' Bulma thought feriously.
"Do those dishes!" Miranda yelled.
"Bitch..." Bulma muttered under her breath.
"What was that Bulma?" Miranda asked looking at Bulma with like a raging bull.
"NOTHING!" Bulma screamed.
"DO THOSE DISHES!" Miranda ordered.
Bulma feriously scrubbed the dishes. Dishes were her least favorite job, infact Miranda made it even worse, by telling her what to do.
"Those are NOT good enough!" Miranda grinned.
Bulma kept scrubbing until Miranda could see her acne prone face in the dishes.
"Peeerrrfeeeccctttt, Now everyone can see my beautiful face!" Miranda exclaimed. Bulma snorted and Miranda shot her a glare.
"Bulma! go help that costumer!" Miranda told her with a scowl.
"Fine...Fine!" Bulma sighed as she walked up to the counter.
"Hello, Welcome to Cold Wine and Beer, How may I help you?" Bulma spoke in her bored tone she only used at work.
"I would like 500 beers and 100 bottles of wine!" The young man said, but Bulma didn't know if he was young, old, hot, or ugly, because she was busy loking at the casheer, but as soon as he said the 500 beers and 100 bottles of wine, she looked up into his face.
There stood an 18 year old guy, with flame like hair and deep ebony eyes, that were soo deep that you could drown in them.She somehow reconised him from somewhere, but she just couldn't place it.
Bulma sweat dropped.
"Get real...." Bulma said.
"I am real," The guy said with a sexy smirk.
"Oooookay..." Bulma said as she added all the stuff up.
"You better have 1000,000 bud because this stuff doesn't come free," Bulma said through clenched teeth, thinking this guy was just Bullshitting her, but the guy just handed over a credit card and payed for it.
"You must be the second richest guy in the world..." Bulma mumbled, thinking that the guy didn't hear her.
"Actually I am the first richest, and My name is Vegeta Ouji, and you shall respect me!" Vegeta said ignorantly.
"Okay buster listen up! first of all you are NOT the richest in the world. I am. And if you even think I would believe that Bullshit about respecting you then you got something shoved up your ass. I am having a horrible day, so I do NOT need you to make it any worse for me than it already is!!" Bulma screamed at him.
" Want me to make it better??" Vegeta asked as he gave a sexy smirk.
Bulma's eyes turned to plates as he asked her that.
"Miranda!!" Bulma screamed over to the slut that was flirting with a 40 year old guy.
"WHAT?!?!" Miranda screamed back.
"I'm going out!!" Bulma said as she followed Vegeta out of the store before Miranda could answer.
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I know, I know... very short. It's just that it's 1:56 a.M and i am tired, and I just want to go to bed. And as you know, Bulma just met the YOUNGER vegeta and the older Vegita, and you won't be seeing Older Vegita in awhile, except in later chapters..
I am tired, good bye
-Ranny
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After Bulma and Chichi finished packing Bulma's stuff, (ten big bags) Chichi went home to go to bed, after all it was 3:00 in the morning, and Bulma? well let's just say she didn't have a very good morning....
"OH SHIT I'M GONNA BE LATE!!!! I NEW I SHOULDN'T OF STAYED UP THAT LATE!!!! OMG" Bulma screamed as she rushed around the house. Finally after sorting through her hair, she drove off.
Bulma just made it in there as the clock struck 9:00 A.M.
"BUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!" Miranda screamed at her.
"Yes Miranda?" Bulma asked calmly.
"YOU ARE LATE!" Miranda impatiently pushed Bulma into the back room.
"I am?!" Bulma said her temper rising into new heights. ' Who does she think she is! She can't tell me when i'm late or not! I am Bulma Briefs!' Bulma thought feriously.
"Do those dishes!" Miranda yelled.
"Bitch..." Bulma muttered under her breath.
"What was that Bulma?" Miranda asked looking at Bulma with like a raging bull.
"NOTHING!" Bulma screamed.
"DO THOSE DISHES!" Miranda ordered.
Bulma feriously scrubbed the dishes. Dishes were her least favorite job, infact Miranda made it even worse, by telling her what to do.
"Those are NOT good enough!" Miranda grinned.
Bulma kept scrubbing until Miranda could see her acne prone face in the dishes.
"Peeerrrfeeeccctttt, Now everyone can see my beautiful face!" Miranda exclaimed. Bulma snorted and Miranda shot her a glare.
"Bulma! go help that costumer!" Miranda told her with a scowl.
"Fine...Fine!" Bulma sighed as she walked up to the counter.
"Hello, Welcome to Cold Wine and Beer, How may I help you?" Bulma spoke in her bored tone she only used at work.
"I would like 500 beers and 100 bottles of wine!" The young man said, but Bulma didn't know if he was young, old, hot, or ugly, because she was busy loking at the casheer, but as soon as he said the 500 beers and 100 bottles of wine, she looked up into his face.
There stood an 18 year old guy, with flame like hair and deep ebony eyes, that were soo deep that you could drown in them.She somehow reconised him from somewhere, but she just couldn't place it.
Bulma sweat dropped.
"Get real...." Bulma said.
"I am real," The guy said with a sexy smirk.
"Oooookay..." Bulma said as she added all the stuff up.
"You better have 1000,000 bud because this stuff doesn't come free," Bulma said through clenched teeth, thinking this guy was just Bullshitting her, but the guy just handed over a credit card and payed for it.
"You must be the second richest guy in the world..." Bulma mumbled, thinking that the guy didn't hear her.
"Actually I am the first richest, and My name is Vegeta Ouji, and you shall respect me!" Vegeta said ignorantly.
"Okay buster listen up! first of all you are NOT the richest in the world. I am. And if you even think I would believe that Bullshit about respecting you then you got something shoved up your ass. I am having a horrible day, so I do NOT need you to make it any worse for me than it already is!!" Bulma screamed at him.
" Want me to make it better??" Vegeta asked as he gave a sexy smirk.
Bulma's eyes turned to plates as he asked her that.
"Miranda!!" Bulma screamed over to the slut that was flirting with a 40 year old guy.
"WHAT?!?!" Miranda screamed back.
"I'm going out!!" Bulma said as she followed Vegeta out of the store before Miranda could answer.
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I know, I know... very short. It's just that it's 1:56 a.M and i am tired, and I just want to go to bed. And as you know, Bulma just met the YOUNGER vegeta and the older Vegita, and you won't be seeing Older Vegita in awhile, except in later chapters..
I am tired, good bye
-Ranny
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