Marinlova: Hi everyone and how are you today??
Annoying person: I am fine, but the disclaimer isn't.
Marinlova: *sighs* what's wrong with IT now?!
Annoying person: That's the problem! You treat it with no respect!
Marinlova: What! You just-
Annoying person: Do not justify your actions!!
Marinlova: *gets ticked off* Okay Mr. Whatever. I am so sick of you! Get the hell out of my story!
Annoying Person: You only wish gurl!
Marinlova: -.-0
New Disclaimer: I-I do not own DBZ o-or DBGT so LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! *runs into the girls bathroom sobbing*
Marinlova: ^.^0 okay, on with the story.
Bulma let out an earsplitting scream as Yamcha came plowing right through her front door. Being as frightful she was, she ran upstairs into her bedroom and pushed her wardrobe in front of the door. Yamcha ran after her and gently knocked on the door.
"Oh Mistress Bulma!"
"Bloody hell Yamcha! Get out of my mansion!" Bulma screamed through the door.
"Let me in, Bulma darling!" Yamcha grinned evilly and knocked once more on the door.
"Go away right this minute or I am calling the marshal!!" Bulma screamed again.
"Bulma! Let me in this instant!" Yamcha yelled starting to get mad.
"Never you fool!" Bulma said getting angry.
Yamcha filled with rage and burst through the door. Only to be met by the wardrobe. "Bitch, now I will kill you after I finish!" Yamcha roared as he clawed his way through the thick wood of the wardrobe.
Bulma got angrier and angrier by the minute. She got into her Confue fighting stance and got ready for when Yamcha came through the wardrobe, which she new would happen.
(Marinlova: I know, I know, not really olden day style, but I just couldn't resist!)
Yamcha finally made his way through the last fur coat, when he felt a sharp pain in his face, and then another in his stomach.
"So, little bitch! You are using your confue?!" Yamcha said as he grinned evilly. He loved a challenge.
"Of coarse, you basterd! I happen to know you no nothing of fighting!" Bulma said triumphantly.
"Hahah! Then you obviously don't know me!" Yamcha said as he kicked her hard in the stomach and threw her on the bed.
"No! AHHHHHH!!!" Bulma screamed as Yamcha ripped her dress in two.
"You are insane! I shall never let you take me!" Bulma screamed as he took off his shirt.
"Yes you are and yes you will!" Yamcha said as he finished taking off his clothes.
Yamcha pried Bulma's legs open with his knees. He was just about to enter a sobbing Bulma when he was thrown off her.
"Hey! What the bloody hell!" Yamcha screamed.
"I told you that you have to honor," An angry voice said as he picked up Bulma and walked out of mansion.
"Come back! Come back!" was all that was heard from Yamcha as Bulma passed out of consciousness.
~Meanwhile~
Yamcha painfully got up and walked out the door of Bulma's ruined wardrobe.
"Fuck you Vegeta! I will get you!" Yamcha whispered hoarsely as he walked around.
Just then he went to his home and picked up the phone.
He diled 123-4321. Launch Blessinu's number.
"Babe?" Yamcha asked in his gentlest voice.
"Y-Yamcha? That better not be you.. " Said an angry voice of Launch.
"Sadly, it is. Anyway, would you like to take a stroll in the park?" Yamcha asked as he plotted revenge against Vegeta. Once for Launch, and the other for Bulma.
"Are you pulling a prank? After what you said about me, you expect me to take a stroll in the park with you? I shall not!" Launch said as she hung up the receiver.
Yamcha diled 123-4321 again.
"Launch! Babe! Please, you got to understand!" Yamcha said into the phone.
"WHY?! Why should I understand! You're the one that doesn't understand that you shall never be able to get on my good side again! And it is NOT necessary to try either! Now, Goodbye!" Launch said as she hung up again.
Yamcha sighed as he set down the receiver. Just then he got an idea. He called the marshal.
"War! War ahead! I just heard on the radio that war has come at last!" He yelled into the receiver and then hung up.
"Wonderful, my plan is perfect!" Yamcha said as he did a jig and went outside to go for a stroll to think over his plans. After all, if war was to come, then 'she' would have to stay at his house until it was over.
~Meanwhile~
Vegeta walked down the streets and into Capsule Corps. Building. He walked up to her daddy and set her on a chair. He took the sofa cover off and covered Bulma with it.
"Mr. Briefs! The woman is currently naked under this blanket!" Vegeta yelled into the building. Sure enough, three seconds later a little old man in his mid 50's came down from the top of the stairs.
"Boy?! What is it?! What do I hear about my daughter!" Mr. Briefs said as he walked up to Vegeta.
"I said, that your saughter is currently naked under this blanket!" Vegeta said getting very annoyed.
"With all due respect Mr. Ouji, but how in the bloody hell IS MY DAUGHTER NAKED!!" Mr. Briefs yelled as his famous temper kicked in.
"She was almost raped by Yamcha Cheatingkins," Vegeta said coldly.
"How would you know that Mr. Ouji?!" Mr. Briefs said as he stood there in his favorite stance, eyes narrowed and arms behind his back.
"I would know that because I was there, idiot!" Vegeta said, his ever so thin patience growing thin.
"Oh yes, and I suppose you were watching over her in a dark corner, waiting for Yamcha to come in and try to almost rape her?!?!" Mr. Briefs said his voice dripping with sarcasim.
"Yes, it is true," Vegeta said. 'Oh I wish I could blast this man to hell!!!!' He added as an afterthought in his head.
"Oh yes, now may I know HOW you would know this??" Mr. Briefs said as he straightened up and started to walk in circles around Vegeta.
"It is because I am a saiyan," Vegeta accidently slipped as his pride and honor took over his thoughts.
Mr. Briefs gasped and quickly bowed.
"Are you a third class that has been sent to purge this unruly planet?" Mr. Briefs asked timidly.
(Marinlova: 0.0;; Uh oh.)
"WHAT?! I am NOT A third class, I am Vegeta Ouji. Prince of all saiyans and you inconcideret being asked if I was a THIRD CLASS?!?" Vegeta roared as he tried to gain control of his ever growing temper.
"With all due respect, Mr. Ouji, I have no idea as to know anything from your planet and I believe you in every way possible that my daughter was almost raped by Mr. Cheatingkins, and if there is anyway possible to make it up to you, then I shall be glad to help you or give it to you!" Mr. Briefs said as he quickly lowered his eyes and cowered in front of the mighty saiyan prince.
"I want three things," Vegeta said suddenly, grinning evilly. "Done!" Mr. Briefs yelled, forgetting his place.
"Maybe, old man, you may want to hear what I want first!' Vegeta snapped.
"O-Okay," Mr. Briefs said timidly.
"One- I want a GR, NOW!" Vegeta yelled.
"D-Done," Mr. Briefs said as he handed Vegeta a capsule.
"Two- I want to be immortal forever, same with ONE person I choose to pick to be too," Vegeta said brilliantly.
"Y-Yours," Mr.Briefs squeaked visibly surprised.
"And three, my favorite of them all," Vegeta grinned evilly.
"I-I'm listening,"
"I am to have, Your daughter," Vegeta said evilly as he took took the capsule as to which would give him and ONE other person, iternal life.
"No! Never! I cannot let you have her!" Mr. Briefs roared.
"You will! And I will have her!" Vegeta said back glaring like his life depended on it.
"And I am going to take her back to Vegetasei weither you like it or NOT!" Vegeta yelled as he picked up Bulma and turned around.
"Oh yes, and I suppose you are allowed to say goodbye to her." Vegeta trailed off as he looked as Mr. Briefs expectinatly.
"Oh Bulma! I am sorry mummy has never been kind to you! I should have changed it, I could have changed it, and now I must say goodbye to my precious, innocent, 15 yr old daughter without knowing if I would have grandchildren of not! Goodbye Bulma I love you, think of me often!" Mr. Briefs whispered to her as he kissed her forhead and stood back.
Vegeta had all been ready with a big bang.
"W-What are you doing?!?" Mr. Briefs said as he eyed the big bang attack with fear.
"Can't have anyone know of me, can I?" Vegeta said evilly.
Before Mr.Briefs could say another word, Vegeta blasted him into heaven. Where he would watch over his daughter until her death, where they would meet again.
Okay!! That is all I am going to write for today. Tell me if it's good or tell me if it's bad. Just don't tell me it's horrible and that I shouldn't write, because I did SIX pages for you!!
-Marinlova
Annoying person: I am fine, but the disclaimer isn't.
Marinlova: *sighs* what's wrong with IT now?!
Annoying person: That's the problem! You treat it with no respect!
Marinlova: What! You just-
Annoying person: Do not justify your actions!!
Marinlova: *gets ticked off* Okay Mr. Whatever. I am so sick of you! Get the hell out of my story!
Annoying Person: You only wish gurl!
Marinlova: -.-0
New Disclaimer: I-I do not own DBZ o-or DBGT so LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! *runs into the girls bathroom sobbing*
Marinlova: ^.^0 okay, on with the story.
Bulma let out an earsplitting scream as Yamcha came plowing right through her front door. Being as frightful she was, she ran upstairs into her bedroom and pushed her wardrobe in front of the door. Yamcha ran after her and gently knocked on the door.
"Oh Mistress Bulma!"
"Bloody hell Yamcha! Get out of my mansion!" Bulma screamed through the door.
"Let me in, Bulma darling!" Yamcha grinned evilly and knocked once more on the door.
"Go away right this minute or I am calling the marshal!!" Bulma screamed again.
"Bulma! Let me in this instant!" Yamcha yelled starting to get mad.
"Never you fool!" Bulma said getting angry.
Yamcha filled with rage and burst through the door. Only to be met by the wardrobe. "Bitch, now I will kill you after I finish!" Yamcha roared as he clawed his way through the thick wood of the wardrobe.
Bulma got angrier and angrier by the minute. She got into her Confue fighting stance and got ready for when Yamcha came through the wardrobe, which she new would happen.
(Marinlova: I know, I know, not really olden day style, but I just couldn't resist!)
Yamcha finally made his way through the last fur coat, when he felt a sharp pain in his face, and then another in his stomach.
"So, little bitch! You are using your confue?!" Yamcha said as he grinned evilly. He loved a challenge.
"Of coarse, you basterd! I happen to know you no nothing of fighting!" Bulma said triumphantly.
"Hahah! Then you obviously don't know me!" Yamcha said as he kicked her hard in the stomach and threw her on the bed.
"No! AHHHHHH!!!" Bulma screamed as Yamcha ripped her dress in two.
"You are insane! I shall never let you take me!" Bulma screamed as he took off his shirt.
"Yes you are and yes you will!" Yamcha said as he finished taking off his clothes.
Yamcha pried Bulma's legs open with his knees. He was just about to enter a sobbing Bulma when he was thrown off her.
"Hey! What the bloody hell!" Yamcha screamed.
"I told you that you have to honor," An angry voice said as he picked up Bulma and walked out of mansion.
"Come back! Come back!" was all that was heard from Yamcha as Bulma passed out of consciousness.
~Meanwhile~
Yamcha painfully got up and walked out the door of Bulma's ruined wardrobe.
"Fuck you Vegeta! I will get you!" Yamcha whispered hoarsely as he walked around.
Just then he went to his home and picked up the phone.
He diled 123-4321. Launch Blessinu's number.
"Babe?" Yamcha asked in his gentlest voice.
"Y-Yamcha? That better not be you.. " Said an angry voice of Launch.
"Sadly, it is. Anyway, would you like to take a stroll in the park?" Yamcha asked as he plotted revenge against Vegeta. Once for Launch, and the other for Bulma.
"Are you pulling a prank? After what you said about me, you expect me to take a stroll in the park with you? I shall not!" Launch said as she hung up the receiver.
Yamcha diled 123-4321 again.
"Launch! Babe! Please, you got to understand!" Yamcha said into the phone.
"WHY?! Why should I understand! You're the one that doesn't understand that you shall never be able to get on my good side again! And it is NOT necessary to try either! Now, Goodbye!" Launch said as she hung up again.
Yamcha sighed as he set down the receiver. Just then he got an idea. He called the marshal.
"War! War ahead! I just heard on the radio that war has come at last!" He yelled into the receiver and then hung up.
"Wonderful, my plan is perfect!" Yamcha said as he did a jig and went outside to go for a stroll to think over his plans. After all, if war was to come, then 'she' would have to stay at his house until it was over.
~Meanwhile~
Vegeta walked down the streets and into Capsule Corps. Building. He walked up to her daddy and set her on a chair. He took the sofa cover off and covered Bulma with it.
"Mr. Briefs! The woman is currently naked under this blanket!" Vegeta yelled into the building. Sure enough, three seconds later a little old man in his mid 50's came down from the top of the stairs.
"Boy?! What is it?! What do I hear about my daughter!" Mr. Briefs said as he walked up to Vegeta.
"I said, that your saughter is currently naked under this blanket!" Vegeta said getting very annoyed.
"With all due respect Mr. Ouji, but how in the bloody hell IS MY DAUGHTER NAKED!!" Mr. Briefs yelled as his famous temper kicked in.
"She was almost raped by Yamcha Cheatingkins," Vegeta said coldly.
"How would you know that Mr. Ouji?!" Mr. Briefs said as he stood there in his favorite stance, eyes narrowed and arms behind his back.
"I would know that because I was there, idiot!" Vegeta said, his ever so thin patience growing thin.
"Oh yes, and I suppose you were watching over her in a dark corner, waiting for Yamcha to come in and try to almost rape her?!?!" Mr. Briefs said his voice dripping with sarcasim.
"Yes, it is true," Vegeta said. 'Oh I wish I could blast this man to hell!!!!' He added as an afterthought in his head.
"Oh yes, now may I know HOW you would know this??" Mr. Briefs said as he straightened up and started to walk in circles around Vegeta.
"It is because I am a saiyan," Vegeta accidently slipped as his pride and honor took over his thoughts.
Mr. Briefs gasped and quickly bowed.
"Are you a third class that has been sent to purge this unruly planet?" Mr. Briefs asked timidly.
(Marinlova: 0.0;; Uh oh.)
"WHAT?! I am NOT A third class, I am Vegeta Ouji. Prince of all saiyans and you inconcideret being asked if I was a THIRD CLASS?!?" Vegeta roared as he tried to gain control of his ever growing temper.
"With all due respect, Mr. Ouji, I have no idea as to know anything from your planet and I believe you in every way possible that my daughter was almost raped by Mr. Cheatingkins, and if there is anyway possible to make it up to you, then I shall be glad to help you or give it to you!" Mr. Briefs said as he quickly lowered his eyes and cowered in front of the mighty saiyan prince.
"I want three things," Vegeta said suddenly, grinning evilly. "Done!" Mr. Briefs yelled, forgetting his place.
"Maybe, old man, you may want to hear what I want first!' Vegeta snapped.
"O-Okay," Mr. Briefs said timidly.
"One- I want a GR, NOW!" Vegeta yelled.
"D-Done," Mr. Briefs said as he handed Vegeta a capsule.
"Two- I want to be immortal forever, same with ONE person I choose to pick to be too," Vegeta said brilliantly.
"Y-Yours," Mr.Briefs squeaked visibly surprised.
"And three, my favorite of them all," Vegeta grinned evilly.
"I-I'm listening,"
"I am to have, Your daughter," Vegeta said evilly as he took took the capsule as to which would give him and ONE other person, iternal life.
"No! Never! I cannot let you have her!" Mr. Briefs roared.
"You will! And I will have her!" Vegeta said back glaring like his life depended on it.
"And I am going to take her back to Vegetasei weither you like it or NOT!" Vegeta yelled as he picked up Bulma and turned around.
"Oh yes, and I suppose you are allowed to say goodbye to her." Vegeta trailed off as he looked as Mr. Briefs expectinatly.
"Oh Bulma! I am sorry mummy has never been kind to you! I should have changed it, I could have changed it, and now I must say goodbye to my precious, innocent, 15 yr old daughter without knowing if I would have grandchildren of not! Goodbye Bulma I love you, think of me often!" Mr. Briefs whispered to her as he kissed her forhead and stood back.
Vegeta had all been ready with a big bang.
"W-What are you doing?!?" Mr. Briefs said as he eyed the big bang attack with fear.
"Can't have anyone know of me, can I?" Vegeta said evilly.
Before Mr.Briefs could say another word, Vegeta blasted him into heaven. Where he would watch over his daughter until her death, where they would meet again.
Okay!! That is all I am going to write for today. Tell me if it's good or tell me if it's bad. Just don't tell me it's horrible and that I shouldn't write, because I did SIX pages for you!!
-Marinlova