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horrible for Bulma, this one's for you! YAY! ^_^
Many thanks to Valkyrie and Cheena Son! Thank you for being my most constant reviewers! I hope you win the fight Cheena!
Chapter 6 Bulma's Vengeance
Bulma changed into a white t-shirt outlined with pink and it had a heart in the middle of the chest. She still did not believe the fact that she had a tail! However, she smiled as she felt the strength in the little muscles of her arms. What was she going to do with her newfound Saiyan powers? She smiled as she stared out her door.
Vegeta paced back and forth nervously, worrying about Bulma. *How could I have been so stupid?! Why did I hit her... I know why... I can't deal with the fact that I lover her! I blamed her for it... I want to apologize~ His thoughts were interrupted when Bulma walked to him. She stopped so close, they were in kissing distance.
She stared Vegeta in the eye with fury flaming in them. A Vegeta-ish grin came across her face. She started to fight him. Bulma swiftly delivered a kick to his stomach and moved to his side. Vegeta did not fight back. He just stood there wincing in pain letting Bulma's blows hit him. Bulma punched him a few times, and kicked him one last time. ~He doesn't love me. He deserves that for hitting me yesterday and for breaking my heart, after Yamcha! It's torn in four..."
Bulma walked close to where Vegeta lay, and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to Yamcha's house... I know you'll enjoy it here alone. Anyway, you won't see me here for a while. I'm staying there until tomorrow morning, and then I'm going to work. There won't be a soul as low as mine to bother the Royal Highness." Vegeta could only watch as Bulma walked out the door. Twitching in pain, he made it to his sofa and lay down. Bulma has grown so much stronger.
Bulma pulled up her car in Yamcha's driveway as she removed the keys. She walked up to the door and knocked. Yamcha answered, but there was a whole bunch of loud music and noise in there. Yamcha smiled as Bulma greeted him. Bulma explained what happened and Yamcha's smile faded. He let Bulma in, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to comfort her.
Yamcha was having a party! A lot of people were there, Goku, Krillin, Tien, Launch (or Lunch, I'm not sure which way its spelled!), Oolong! A lot of people. However, Yamcha took Bulma away from the dancing people and into the room were Puar was resting. Yamcha looked sadly at his sleeping feline friend. "She's been so sick, I don't know what to do..." Bulma felt sorry for her friend. She put her hand to Puar's burning forehead and faced Yamcha. "Yamcha, I was wondering, can I stay here for the night... I don't want to go home. I can stay down on a couch or something." "Ok I guess, but Goku gets the kitchen. He asked too and I agreed. But I made sure to padlock the refrigerator!"
Bulma smiled at Yamcha's humor and smiled. However, there was one very important thing she forgot about...
Yamcha started laughing his heart out all of a sudden. Bulma got curious and asked, "What's wrong?" Yamcha managed to breathe between his laughs, "Something is tickling me!"
Bulma took a quick look at his back and realized her tail was touching his back. She immediately pulled it away. Yamcha slowly regained himself as the tickling stopped. He stared at Bulma and asked "What was that?" He immediately looked worried as her tail waved. Shocked, he fell to the floor.
"Yamcha!"
"Oh my god Bulma!"
"I know, I have a tail. I don't know how... but I became one. Vegeta looked like he was going to pass put! He looked scared. I got him back for hitting me though... Just try to ignore it, besides, I kinda like it."
"I guess, anyways Bulma, you're missing out on the fun, go downstairs and hang out with everyone else! Enjoy yourself!"
"Thanks Yamcha, at least I haven't lost you as a friend..."
Bulma went downstairs and talked to Goku. He seemed really happy, everyone danced with everyone. Krillin even danced with Tien! It was just a day to be carefree, and Bulma loved it.
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It was late and Bulma fell asleep on the couch. She had learned a few tricks to get Goku up from Chi-Chi, Yamcha seemed to be ok, and ... "Why can't I stop thinking about Vegeta? He hates me, and I know he doesn't and will never love me the way I love him! Its impossible!"
Bulma went to Yamcha's room to say goodnight to him and Puar. However, Yamcha lay still on the floor, with a broken beer bottle next to him. Bulma a little worried whispered goodnight and went back to bed.
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Vegeta spat out the burnt rice he had cooked for himself. Bulma's cooking was far better than his. He stared at the ceiling as he thought to himself.
~Jeez, it feels so lonely without her. I really did deserve what she gave me. She's so strong. But she's been gone for hours! I miss her so much. I hope she's ok at Yamcha's. I don't really enjoy the fact that she's staying there with him. I guess she'll be fine. After all, she is a Saiyan now, she can take care of herself."
Vegeta went to his bed and fell asleep with a tear rolling down his cheek.
Many thanks to Valkyrie and Cheena Son! Thank you for being my most constant reviewers! I hope you win the fight Cheena!
Chapter 6 Bulma's Vengeance
Bulma changed into a white t-shirt outlined with pink and it had a heart in the middle of the chest. She still did not believe the fact that she had a tail! However, she smiled as she felt the strength in the little muscles of her arms. What was she going to do with her newfound Saiyan powers? She smiled as she stared out her door.
Vegeta paced back and forth nervously, worrying about Bulma. *How could I have been so stupid?! Why did I hit her... I know why... I can't deal with the fact that I lover her! I blamed her for it... I want to apologize~ His thoughts were interrupted when Bulma walked to him. She stopped so close, they were in kissing distance.
She stared Vegeta in the eye with fury flaming in them. A Vegeta-ish grin came across her face. She started to fight him. Bulma swiftly delivered a kick to his stomach and moved to his side. Vegeta did not fight back. He just stood there wincing in pain letting Bulma's blows hit him. Bulma punched him a few times, and kicked him one last time. ~He doesn't love me. He deserves that for hitting me yesterday and for breaking my heart, after Yamcha! It's torn in four..."
Bulma walked close to where Vegeta lay, and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to Yamcha's house... I know you'll enjoy it here alone. Anyway, you won't see me here for a while. I'm staying there until tomorrow morning, and then I'm going to work. There won't be a soul as low as mine to bother the Royal Highness." Vegeta could only watch as Bulma walked out the door. Twitching in pain, he made it to his sofa and lay down. Bulma has grown so much stronger.
Bulma pulled up her car in Yamcha's driveway as she removed the keys. She walked up to the door and knocked. Yamcha answered, but there was a whole bunch of loud music and noise in there. Yamcha smiled as Bulma greeted him. Bulma explained what happened and Yamcha's smile faded. He let Bulma in, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to comfort her.
Yamcha was having a party! A lot of people were there, Goku, Krillin, Tien, Launch (or Lunch, I'm not sure which way its spelled!), Oolong! A lot of people. However, Yamcha took Bulma away from the dancing people and into the room were Puar was resting. Yamcha looked sadly at his sleeping feline friend. "She's been so sick, I don't know what to do..." Bulma felt sorry for her friend. She put her hand to Puar's burning forehead and faced Yamcha. "Yamcha, I was wondering, can I stay here for the night... I don't want to go home. I can stay down on a couch or something." "Ok I guess, but Goku gets the kitchen. He asked too and I agreed. But I made sure to padlock the refrigerator!"
Bulma smiled at Yamcha's humor and smiled. However, there was one very important thing she forgot about...
Yamcha started laughing his heart out all of a sudden. Bulma got curious and asked, "What's wrong?" Yamcha managed to breathe between his laughs, "Something is tickling me!"
Bulma took a quick look at his back and realized her tail was touching his back. She immediately pulled it away. Yamcha slowly regained himself as the tickling stopped. He stared at Bulma and asked "What was that?" He immediately looked worried as her tail waved. Shocked, he fell to the floor.
"Yamcha!"
"Oh my god Bulma!"
"I know, I have a tail. I don't know how... but I became one. Vegeta looked like he was going to pass put! He looked scared. I got him back for hitting me though... Just try to ignore it, besides, I kinda like it."
"I guess, anyways Bulma, you're missing out on the fun, go downstairs and hang out with everyone else! Enjoy yourself!"
"Thanks Yamcha, at least I haven't lost you as a friend..."
Bulma went downstairs and talked to Goku. He seemed really happy, everyone danced with everyone. Krillin even danced with Tien! It was just a day to be carefree, and Bulma loved it.
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It was late and Bulma fell asleep on the couch. She had learned a few tricks to get Goku up from Chi-Chi, Yamcha seemed to be ok, and ... "Why can't I stop thinking about Vegeta? He hates me, and I know he doesn't and will never love me the way I love him! Its impossible!"
Bulma went to Yamcha's room to say goodnight to him and Puar. However, Yamcha lay still on the floor, with a broken beer bottle next to him. Bulma a little worried whispered goodnight and went back to bed.
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Vegeta spat out the burnt rice he had cooked for himself. Bulma's cooking was far better than his. He stared at the ceiling as he thought to himself.
~Jeez, it feels so lonely without her. I really did deserve what she gave me. She's so strong. But she's been gone for hours! I miss her so much. I hope she's ok at Yamcha's. I don't really enjoy the fact that she's staying there with him. I guess she'll be fine. After all, she is a Saiyan now, she can take care of herself."
Vegeta went to his bed and fell asleep with a tear rolling down his cheek.