"I'm sorry Dende. Its all my fault my stupid insane idiotic fault." Gohan
said sulkily as he and Dende played a game of chess.
"I know, I know. No need to apologize, you did what you did and there's no changing the past we gotta live with the present and be prepared for the future. By the way, checkmate." Dende said claiming Gohan's king.
Gohan sighed, "Piccolo won't even look at me. When I went to see her she ignored me - hell even Tabit did! I handed her flowers - she stepped on them, chocolates - she threw them in the water, a pure silver charm bracelet - she crushed it. A pure gold necklace - she pulled it apart bit by bit, a music box carved out of amethyst - smashed it against granite, a life like silk stuffed doll of a wolf - she ripped is seam for seam and stuffed the stuffing down my throat . . . . . . .It isn't funny Dende!!!! I nearly choked to death!!!!" Gohan growled as his namekian friend burst out laughing, "Anyway. I don't think she'll ever talk to me again as long as I live. But you know maybe Vegeta could help - "
Dende stopped laughing and said in a serious voice, "Vegeta uses dark magic. I can tell he took a year of your life, don't go back to him, he'll only ask you for another one!"
Gohan scoffed, "Sure. I'm pretty sure he uses magic right, sure any way see ya." And before the guardian of earth could protest he was off and away.
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"Vegeta is in the basement, he said something about sorcery." Bulma said as Gohan entered through the window. She twurled her chair around and sighed exasperated, "Honestly do you saiyans even know what the use/meaning of a 'door' is?"
Gohan laughed, "Of course we do. Its just that it ruins our entrances if we use the front door, by the way thanks." He said. He walked down the long hallway all the way to the basement door, it had a big red design on it that looked like it was recently painted. "Witchcraft." Gohan mused. He knocked on the door which creaked open slowly. Gohan walked in cautiously the lights were off and there was a cauldron under a fire at the far end of the room.
"Gohan. Welcome, we were expecting you." Trunks said behind the teenager. Gohan spun around, his mouthed dropped when he saw the little chibi draped in a black hooded cloak over a black long sleeved robe. "Come, my father will converse with you now." Trunks said swiftly closing the door and walking towards the fire with Gohan trailing behind him in wonder.
Vegeta stepped out of the shadows, similarly dressed in the same clothes as Trunks, as they neared the fire, "Welcome Gohan. As Trunks told you we were expecting you. I see you didn't bring all that I asked you to bring yesterday, but no matter I knew you'd forget. Which is why I took the liberty of getting the supplies necessary for the enchantment to work."
"Enchantment?" Gohan said starting to get nervous ( well you would too if a guy who you thought was sane was starting to act very very. . . err. . . weird ).
"Yes. You're having trouble with your with your one true love, am I right? Of course I am. Now I will just make a potion." Vegeta turned to the cauldron, he started adding stuff into the cauldron, he muttered some words over it add some more stuff and stirred.
Gohan looked at the little Trunks standing beside him, "So Trunks. How long have you been learning sorcery?"
Trunks scowled though Gohan wasn't so sure because of the cloak, "Will you shut it? Father is trying to concentrate on making the potion. If you're son intent on making noise then I suggest you leave and come back when it is ready." Trunks hissed, he sounded remarkably like his dad.
Gohan didn't make a peep until Vegeta finally turned from the cauldron with a phial with a clear liquid in it. The saiyan prince walked up to the teenage demi-saiyan, "Bury this in the place where you love most, keep it there for 3 hours - no longer no shorter. Then bury it in the place you hate most, keep it there for 2 hours - no longer no shorter. Take it out, uncork it and sprinkle one grain of salt in it. Then take a piece of your hair, stick it in the liquid and then keep it in total darkness without touching the ground for an hour - no longer no shorter. Then last but not least, when you can no longer see the hair in the phial make the one you desire most drink it all." he handed the stuff to the bewildered Gohan.
"VEGETA!!!!!" Bulma burst into the room knocking the door off its hinges.
"How'd she get in?!" Trunks murmured to his father.
"I have no idea. The sign on the door should've made it impossible for anyone uninvited to come here." Vegeta muttered back.
"Vegeta!!! What on earth is that disgusting smell!?!?!?!?!? I can smell it all the way - " Bulma switched on the light and stopped in mid-sentence when she saw all three of them in the room.
Vegeta scowled, "I told you woman. I was teaching Trunks sor - "
"You and Trunks were spending time together?!" Bulma asked surprised, then she smiled, "OH!!! That is ssssoooo wonderful!!! I can't believe - oh and look!! You two have matching clothes on! You two look so cute!! Don't move I'll be right back!" And with that the blue haired human zoomed out of the room.
"She's gonna take pictures isn't she, dad?" Trunks said with a sigh.
"Yup." Was the small boy's father's reply.
And in less time then it took for a person to blink Bulma was back with digital camera and was taking a bazillion pictures per mili-second. That's when Gohan thought it was time to make his exit, but as he left he heard Vegeta yell out, "You owe me a year!!!" The demi-saiyan took off for his home.
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Defafaeth vs. Vegeta
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Winner: Vegeta Loser: Defafaeth
Defafaeth: Damn you Vegeta!!!
Vegeta: Two words: You SUCK!!! *flies away*
Defafaeth: *grumble grumble* Next time: Me vs. Piccolo.
"I know, I know. No need to apologize, you did what you did and there's no changing the past we gotta live with the present and be prepared for the future. By the way, checkmate." Dende said claiming Gohan's king.
Gohan sighed, "Piccolo won't even look at me. When I went to see her she ignored me - hell even Tabit did! I handed her flowers - she stepped on them, chocolates - she threw them in the water, a pure silver charm bracelet - she crushed it. A pure gold necklace - she pulled it apart bit by bit, a music box carved out of amethyst - smashed it against granite, a life like silk stuffed doll of a wolf - she ripped is seam for seam and stuffed the stuffing down my throat . . . . . . .It isn't funny Dende!!!! I nearly choked to death!!!!" Gohan growled as his namekian friend burst out laughing, "Anyway. I don't think she'll ever talk to me again as long as I live. But you know maybe Vegeta could help - "
Dende stopped laughing and said in a serious voice, "Vegeta uses dark magic. I can tell he took a year of your life, don't go back to him, he'll only ask you for another one!"
Gohan scoffed, "Sure. I'm pretty sure he uses magic right, sure any way see ya." And before the guardian of earth could protest he was off and away.
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"Vegeta is in the basement, he said something about sorcery." Bulma said as Gohan entered through the window. She twurled her chair around and sighed exasperated, "Honestly do you saiyans even know what the use/meaning of a 'door' is?"
Gohan laughed, "Of course we do. Its just that it ruins our entrances if we use the front door, by the way thanks." He said. He walked down the long hallway all the way to the basement door, it had a big red design on it that looked like it was recently painted. "Witchcraft." Gohan mused. He knocked on the door which creaked open slowly. Gohan walked in cautiously the lights were off and there was a cauldron under a fire at the far end of the room.
"Gohan. Welcome, we were expecting you." Trunks said behind the teenager. Gohan spun around, his mouthed dropped when he saw the little chibi draped in a black hooded cloak over a black long sleeved robe. "Come, my father will converse with you now." Trunks said swiftly closing the door and walking towards the fire with Gohan trailing behind him in wonder.
Vegeta stepped out of the shadows, similarly dressed in the same clothes as Trunks, as they neared the fire, "Welcome Gohan. As Trunks told you we were expecting you. I see you didn't bring all that I asked you to bring yesterday, but no matter I knew you'd forget. Which is why I took the liberty of getting the supplies necessary for the enchantment to work."
"Enchantment?" Gohan said starting to get nervous ( well you would too if a guy who you thought was sane was starting to act very very. . . err. . . weird ).
"Yes. You're having trouble with your with your one true love, am I right? Of course I am. Now I will just make a potion." Vegeta turned to the cauldron, he started adding stuff into the cauldron, he muttered some words over it add some more stuff and stirred.
Gohan looked at the little Trunks standing beside him, "So Trunks. How long have you been learning sorcery?"
Trunks scowled though Gohan wasn't so sure because of the cloak, "Will you shut it? Father is trying to concentrate on making the potion. If you're son intent on making noise then I suggest you leave and come back when it is ready." Trunks hissed, he sounded remarkably like his dad.
Gohan didn't make a peep until Vegeta finally turned from the cauldron with a phial with a clear liquid in it. The saiyan prince walked up to the teenage demi-saiyan, "Bury this in the place where you love most, keep it there for 3 hours - no longer no shorter. Then bury it in the place you hate most, keep it there for 2 hours - no longer no shorter. Take it out, uncork it and sprinkle one grain of salt in it. Then take a piece of your hair, stick it in the liquid and then keep it in total darkness without touching the ground for an hour - no longer no shorter. Then last but not least, when you can no longer see the hair in the phial make the one you desire most drink it all." he handed the stuff to the bewildered Gohan.
"VEGETA!!!!!" Bulma burst into the room knocking the door off its hinges.
"How'd she get in?!" Trunks murmured to his father.
"I have no idea. The sign on the door should've made it impossible for anyone uninvited to come here." Vegeta muttered back.
"Vegeta!!! What on earth is that disgusting smell!?!?!?!?!? I can smell it all the way - " Bulma switched on the light and stopped in mid-sentence when she saw all three of them in the room.
Vegeta scowled, "I told you woman. I was teaching Trunks sor - "
"You and Trunks were spending time together?!" Bulma asked surprised, then she smiled, "OH!!! That is ssssoooo wonderful!!! I can't believe - oh and look!! You two have matching clothes on! You two look so cute!! Don't move I'll be right back!" And with that the blue haired human zoomed out of the room.
"She's gonna take pictures isn't she, dad?" Trunks said with a sigh.
"Yup." Was the small boy's father's reply.
And in less time then it took for a person to blink Bulma was back with digital camera and was taking a bazillion pictures per mili-second. That's when Gohan thought it was time to make his exit, but as he left he heard Vegeta yell out, "You owe me a year!!!" The demi-saiyan took off for his home.
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Defafaeth vs. Vegeta
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Winner: Vegeta Loser: Defafaeth
Defafaeth: Damn you Vegeta!!!
Vegeta: Two words: You SUCK!!! *flies away*
Defafaeth: *grumble grumble* Next time: Me vs. Piccolo.