Title: Dragon Ball (The Real Saga)
Author: Chibi Tenshi Senchi
Disclaimer: I owe you two cute disclaimers… Signed Chibi Tenshi Senchi
Warnings: Might be a tad bit sad around this chapter. Vegeta kind of snaps, and this is a little depressing…
Summary: Bulma discovers something about herself that she doesn't like. Chichi ALMOST joins the gang : P… And there's a lot in between that I'm sure you'll enjoy … -_-;
Hello, I'm back! I think I'm not really over writer's block, so I'm going to have to cut this chapter short as well. But don't worry! When I say cut a chapter short, that means it will only be 7 or 10 pages instead of 14 or 15…lol.
Authors Note 2: This is an interlude chapter, as is the next chapter. So pay attention!
____________________________
There were too many humans. Too many sniveling, whimpering humans. He was not only irritated, but he was also annoyed. Annoyed with the fact that he'd gotten so tied up with a game that he'd forgotten about his own mission. Annoyed with the fact that he lost the girl and her friends, and was stuck in
a crowd full of dancing… smelling humans. His instincts told him to use a ki blast and to blow them all to tiny little bits.
Vegeta was almost surprised when someone he recognized as Bulma grabbed his hand, and pulled herself against his body. He watched her grin, not realizing the shocked look he was giving her.
"Ha! I though I lost you!" She had to lean into his ear just for him to be able to hear her words. "Come on, Goku and Oolong are waiting in the store straight ahead… And stop looking so shocked." Gripping his hand, she dragged him along, as he allowed himself to follow her.
~*~
Chichi was shocked to find the car deserted on the side of the road. She blinked and looked in. Bingo. She couldn't help but laugh. Her Papa had forgotten to make sure that it had been filled up with enough gas.
And, what in Kami's name was all that noise? Walking a little further forward, she gasped at the millions of lights and loud music. Never in her life had she seen anything like that. "Cool." She grinned. "They must be there." She was about to continue, when something caught her attention. She paused and turned around, but dismissed it as some type of harmless animal and continued her little journey.
~*~
"What was she doing there?" Yamcha screamed.
"I don't know!" Puar panted. "That was too close. She almost saw us!"
"I swear, things get harder each and every day! First that stupid short guy shows up, then her and then Goku!" At the rate we're going we'll never get the dragon balls."
"Yamcha! You're thinking down! You need to think uplifting thoughts! I'm sure that if we wait here 'til they leave, we can pick up on following them!" Trying her best to calm her young master, Puar smiled when it finally worked. Yamcha abruptly brighten his face and smiled.
"You're right! This is the only way they can leave the town, so we'll just wait." Puar nodded, but then blinked.
"Yamcha?"
"Yes?"
"I'm really hungry."
"Err… Me too…"
~*~
He wasn't aware that he was pacing, although Goku and Oolong were very aware. They were positive that if he continued to walk in the same oval track, he'd walk a hole into the floor.
"Hey Vegeta?" Goku began. The young Prince, however, didn't really hear. He just continued to pace… and pace.
Too many thoughts going through his head kept Vegeta distracted. Bulma had entered the store to use a 'phone', and while he had no clue what that was, he decided it would be against his Princely upbringing to ask. Besides, he had too much stuff on his mind, too many things to rationalize out. He knew that if he didn't respond back to the ship that they'd probably come to see what had happened. In effect, Earth (and everything on it), would be blown up and…well, he'd get his ass kicked once he was in Frieza's presence. No, wait. Erase that. He'd get his ass kicked even if he had preformed his job correctly and returned on time.
He just couldn't figure out what to do. Leave, and destroy the Planet like he was ordered, or leave, report back and say he did destroy the planet. It wasn't like Frieza ever checked up on his work anyway, and why the hell would he care if this planet got blown to so many pieces of particle dust or not? Mentally, the two warring sides began to spar. Eventually, that's how all Saiyans resolved conflicts, anyway. Mental sparring counts.
"VEGETA!" Goku finally broke through his thoughts. Vegeta stopped pacing and glared at the boy. "Are you okay?"
Vegeta let out an irritated growl. "Kakkarot, I swear you must be brain dead."
Glaring back, Goku retorted, "Look Vegeta, I'm sick of you calling me Kakkarot and I am sick of you
calling me names. I was just worried."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and smirked. The little brat did have some Saiyan blood in him after all. "I'm sorry to say that Kakkarot is your name. And you are a poor pathetic fool, with a ki level of ten. Pitiful, and to top it off, you don't even seem to know that you're a Saiyan." Annoyed and frustrated, the Prince decided to pick on young Goku to relieve a bit of his dissatisfaction.
Taking note to the fact that there would most likely be an upcoming fight, Oolong slipped his way into a remote corner, avoiding the oncoming slaughter. Luckily, none of other the people noticed what was going on, as they were too busy partying.
"Look, Vegeta. I'm trying to be nice, I'm in a very bad mood right now." Goku began; he wasn't too fond of the bizarre urge to hurt the older man before him. "And how could I know if I'm a Saiyan? I don't even remember my past!"
Vegeta blinked. So, that was why he didn't act like a Saiyan should. And that's why he hadn't destroyed the planet; he must have hit his head as a baby. Vegeta snickered. He could still have his fun, anything to take his mind off of what was going on.
"Really? What did you do? Hit your head?" he continued to taunt.
"VEGETA STOP!" Cringing, Vegeta didn't even have to turn around to see whom the voice belonged to. Bulma's voice angrily called out, "I don't BELIEVE you!"
He snorted, and turned around with a ferocious scowl, causing her to jump back. "I'm sick of you ordering me around girl. Do. You. Hear. Me? I'm a Prince, not your slave!" Snarling, his fists were tightly clenched, almost as if he was losing a struggle to suppress his ki. Bulma just blinked in awe until
she destroyed the shocked look, almost instantly.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" she hissed. "Besides, Vegeta," her eyes narrowed while her voice softened into a deadly tone, "the first thing I hear over all this screaming is you picking on poor Goku, who was about to snap himself. What is wrong with you, you don't usually act this bad?"
In an instant she found herself being gripped by the neck and lifted up into the air. Looking down, her eyes wide and breath caught in her throat; she hadn't even seen him move. "First of all, you don't know me. You don't know how I act. You don't know how strong I really am. You don't know why I'm here, and when I was just getting a little of my aggression out, you ruined it."
"Vegeta! Stop it!" Goku hissed, as no one seemed to realize the small, or shall we say extremely large crowd, had swarmed around them.
Vegeta obviously ignored them. The only thing that shocked him was how frightened she looked when his eyes locked with hers. Once he felt that she was shaking, he let out a stream of curses before dropping her.
A few wary moments passed before an aura of ki gathered around him, and he blasted into the air, leaving a baffled audience and an incredibly shocked girl behind.
~*~Later~*~
Goku watched an extremely irritated Bulma yell at the manger of the hotel. Apparently, the man had informed her that there were no more rooms in the entire hotel. Ever since they had stepped through the doors, she had been screeching at the poor man. However, he was surprised that she didn't say a word about the little incident between her and Vegeta that had transposed an hour ago. Instead, she immediately got up and pushed her way passed the crowd. After asking a few people where the nearest hotel was, she left with the rest of the crew trailing behind.
"- all I want is three rooms. One…two…three! Is that so HARD?" The man coughed and swallowed. "JUST FIND US A ROOM!" Wishing to avoid the impending explosion, the man scurried off for the second time.
"Are you okay?" Goku finally asked. She looked down at him with a forced grin.
"Perfectly fine."
"You're lying."
"Shut up, Goku."
He shrugged. "Whatever."
It only took a few seconds before the same man came back with a frightened smile on his face. "I umm… got you a room… but I could only get two so you see… err …"
"Fine, be glad I'm in a good mood. Now, what are the room numbers?"
"369 and 360."
~*~
"Oolong, you take 360, me and Goku will take 369," said Bulma. Giving a sideways glance to Oolong, she tossed off, "I trust Goku more than I trust you."
He snorted. "You don't care if I run away?"
Bulma simply dropped the key in his hand. "Run away, I have come to the conclusion that we really don't need your help anyway, and it's not like you're going to get back to your home anytime soon. I'm pretty sure that we're over twenty miles away at the moment. So, do what you want. Good night."
Using the key, she entered her room and shut the door behind her. Goku raised an eyebrow, in a guess that she had forgotten he was supposed to be in there with her. He didn't really desire to sleep in a hotel room, anyway.
"Err… I think she's mad." Oolong suggested.
Goku shot him a look, and then rolled his eyes. "That's obvious. I'd be angry; too, if I was just held up by the neck from someone I thought was my friend. I mean, he just flipped."
"Yeah, and you looked like you were going to flip, too. I could have sworn I felt heat coming from you and I wasn't all that close."
Goku's eyes seem to darken at his words. "Good night Oolong. Hopefully, I'll see you in the morning." And with that he made a smooth turn down the hall to room 369.
Oolong, however, stood there. Everyone was acting strange. First, Goku had left the Ox King's mountain in a grumpy mood, and then seemed to perk up to his normal self. When they finally seemed to have a moment of peace, Vegeta had gone off into left field and tried to strangle Bulma, putting her into a mood that he had never seen before. And to tell the truth it frightened him. But that wasn't the last of their worries… no. Now Goku was in some strange freaky mood.
Sighing and slapped his head repeatedly he held in the urge to run out of the hotel. "I should have NEVER tried to take that cute girl from her village!"
~*~
"I don't like the big city," Chichi hissed. It seemed pretty from a distance, but when you're caught in the midst of it you could get lost quickly, like she had.
"Ah…. Hello? Sir? HELLO!" The old man made a bird like noise but refused to stir. Ugh, all right.
"Miss?" She gasped, glaring at the man behind her as his hand rested on her shoulder. The loud, unfamiliar noises had thrown her off, and not allowed Chichi to hear his reply.
"Yes?"
He bushed a string of brown hair from his dark eyes, giving her a gentle smile. She however, raised an eyebrow. Still smiling, the man said, "You shouldn't talk to old drunks like that. You won't get any where at all."
"Really? Thank you, but please do me a favor and take the hand off my shoulder."
He grinned wolfishly. "Sorry."
"Sure. Could you be kind enough to tell me what's going on around here, and without touching." She gave him a sweet grin, but it was obviously fake.
"Well… err… What's your name, dear?"
"Chichi. Yours?"
"Kyoto. This is a celebration that we have every year, called Pikoya Lukico. That stands for Day of Life."
"Oh. I see. Thank you." She turned to leave only to have him grab her arm. "Didn't I say hands off?" She whispered politely, he almost couldn't hear her over the loud music.
"Sorry once again, but is there anything else that you need, anything at all?" Giving her another dashing smile, he still refused to released her arm.
"No."
"Are you sure?" She snarled softly. People like this really drove her insane. Times like this enabled her to really understand why the Amazons didn't like most males or males in general.
"Aren't I a little too young for you?" He frowned and let go roughly. "Thank you."
And with that, the princess blended into the crowd, happy to get away from the insane man.
~*~
Goku entered the room, only to find Bulma sitting at the mirror brushing her hair. Over and over. He blinked. At this rate, it looked as if her hair would fall out at any given moment. He could also hear her whispering some words that he couldn't make out, due to her sniffling.
"Umm… Bulma. Are you okay?"
She jumped up from her set, dropping the brush. "Grr! Don't scare me like that, Goku."
"Sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to stay here tonight. I think I'm going to sleep outside, I really need to do some thinking and stuff. Plus, I don't really like indoor places."
Bulma smiled, the kid really was more complicated than anyone would think. His going out to think proved it. "Of course I don't mind. I need to do some thinking myself; we can all meet out at the entrance of the town. How's that?"
"Sounds good! But you do know that Vegeta has your Dragon Balls, and we're screwed without them."
Bulma tensed at the name, but covered it almost completely with a grin. "Yes, I know that he has *our* Dragon Balls but don't worry we can track him with the Radar and get them back."
"I hope you don't mean by force Bulma. Really, I hope you don't. I have the feeling that I'm not stronger than him… yet. I'm sure if I train a lot, I'd be able to get them back but right now… no."
Her eyes traveled to her feet. She hadn't really been thinking about the Dragon Balls at the moment. Why didn't she stay at home? She should have never placed herself in this position. "Well… we can think of something," she whispered.
Goku nodded. "I'll go now, but I have one more question."
"Yes?"
"How many wishes can the Dragon grant?" She laughed out loud at his words. This boy wasn't as dumb as she had thought!
"Well, Goku, only one." She smiled.
"And I'm guessing you lied just to get Vegeta to help you?"
"…Yes." He's getting too smart now.
"So does that mean you were planning on using that one wish for yourself?" He gazed up at her with those hurtful innocent eyes, as she closed her own.
"Yes Goku, I was. I'm really sorry." She sniffed. Never in her life had she really felt like breaking into tears like this. She never had realized how selfish she was being. Maybe she should go curl up in a little hole and rock herself to sleep. Kami, leave me alone, this is too much for one day. I can't take this. Please.
Goku grabbed her hand and shook it. "Don't cry, okay? I'm not mad. We're friends. How about when we collect all the Dragon Balls, we think of a wish for that will help all of us. Doesn't that sound good?"
She nodded, but failed to feel any better.
"Okay I'll see you in the morning unless, you want me to stay. I promise I won't try and find out why you don't have balls!"
"No, you need to think like you said. I need to do the same, but can you tell Oolong where to meet in the morning?"
"Okay! Good night and sleep well!" She nodded as the young boy scampered out the room. Once he was gone, she collapsed onto her bed, and couldn't help but cry. Never in her life had she realized how selfish she was. She deserved to be killed. She opened her mouth up entirely too much. To top it off, she was going to use the Dragon for her own wish, not caring about anything, or anyone, else.
~*~
He was losing it. Why was everything against him? How long could it take for that lizard to reach this planet? No, he probably wouldn't come. He'd send his lackey Zarbon instead. He glanced around at the screen before him, and there was his ship. Luckily, it hadn't taken him long to get to the ship. All he had to do was get in it. Get off the planet, blow it up and leave. His head mimicked its agreement with his words as he nodded. Simple as that.
That's all I have to do. Simple, really. But…
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, he clutched the pouch that held the Dragon Balls. Remarkably, he'd forgotten they were even there. He couldn't help but wonder what Bulma and the others were going to do, as they didn't have their "Magic" Balls. He groaned as his thoughts soon filled with regret over what he'd done. He had no right to do that. She didn't hurt him! She was too weak to hurt him. He….
I'm losing my damn mind! I'm actually caring. I have got to get away from this planet!
In all his confusion and anger, he aimed one well-placed ki blast into the forest, blowing every thing there to dust. If his father were alive, he'd surely be laughing right now.
~*~
She would never find them! What if they weren't even in this town? They might have passed by it, this wasn't fair! Oh great I'm whining like a two year old. Shrugging her shoulders, Chichi made her way to the busy streets, finding it easier to move around. She was beginning to regret ever coming, as her best choice was most likely be to turn around and go back home. The city was too populated to find any certain person. However, she was pulled out of her daze when she saw something that caught her attention.
A floating blue cat…
Now that looks familiar. She smirked. "Hey you. Cat!" Screaming and pushing her way around a few people, Chichi made a frantic dash towards the familiar animal. The cat turned around, looked at her for a few moments, then screamed and made a mad sprint through the crowd. "HEY! Grr… That, that Yamcha guys cat, it must know where Goku and his friends are… GET BACK HERE!"
Knocking everyone in her path aside, Chichi continued her frenzied tempo towards the cat.
~*~
Wow… That was a lot… in one chapter. *cough* I really want to continue but the writers block is killing me. To be honest, I don't really like this chapter that much. I hope you guys do so please tell me… Please.
The only reason I wrote was because the nice reviews that I got! I had to repost this fic like four times just to get them! Also I drew a picture for this fic. The link is
http://www.geocities.com/tenshiumiko/db.html
It my first colored pic with Photo Shop so tell me what you think!
----------------
Selenity Jade: Thank you for all the reviews. YOU MADE ME HAPPY! Your fics are great, too!
Yuri: Wow! Thank you! You made me happy as well!
V.J lol! I did do chapter 7. I just brought 3, 4 and together! Sorry to confuse you! And thanks for you review. O-o
Kei YES! I was wondering what happened to you! I'm glad you're back and reviewing. *squeal* YIPPEE :P
DarkPiccolo2866 Thanks ^_^v
tristan Sure and thanks for reading!
Firebird234 LOL! Thank you very much.
Scorpio I'M WRITING I'M WRITING! *squeals* I'm happy you like this. Also. If you want to be on my Mailing list, just e-mail me or state it in your reviews!!!
Chibi Tenshi Senchi
Beta note: If you like B/Vs, go read "DBZ: The Borrowed Operetta" by SkittleKicks. It's different, I promise you. :)
Author: Chibi Tenshi Senchi
Disclaimer: I owe you two cute disclaimers… Signed Chibi Tenshi Senchi
Warnings: Might be a tad bit sad around this chapter. Vegeta kind of snaps, and this is a little depressing…
Summary: Bulma discovers something about herself that she doesn't like. Chichi ALMOST joins the gang : P… And there's a lot in between that I'm sure you'll enjoy … -_-;
Hello, I'm back! I think I'm not really over writer's block, so I'm going to have to cut this chapter short as well. But don't worry! When I say cut a chapter short, that means it will only be 7 or 10 pages instead of 14 or 15…lol.
Authors Note 2: This is an interlude chapter, as is the next chapter. So pay attention!
____________________________
There were too many humans. Too many sniveling, whimpering humans. He was not only irritated, but he was also annoyed. Annoyed with the fact that he'd gotten so tied up with a game that he'd forgotten about his own mission. Annoyed with the fact that he lost the girl and her friends, and was stuck in
a crowd full of dancing… smelling humans. His instincts told him to use a ki blast and to blow them all to tiny little bits.
Vegeta was almost surprised when someone he recognized as Bulma grabbed his hand, and pulled herself against his body. He watched her grin, not realizing the shocked look he was giving her.
"Ha! I though I lost you!" She had to lean into his ear just for him to be able to hear her words. "Come on, Goku and Oolong are waiting in the store straight ahead… And stop looking so shocked." Gripping his hand, she dragged him along, as he allowed himself to follow her.
~*~
Chichi was shocked to find the car deserted on the side of the road. She blinked and looked in. Bingo. She couldn't help but laugh. Her Papa had forgotten to make sure that it had been filled up with enough gas.
And, what in Kami's name was all that noise? Walking a little further forward, she gasped at the millions of lights and loud music. Never in her life had she seen anything like that. "Cool." She grinned. "They must be there." She was about to continue, when something caught her attention. She paused and turned around, but dismissed it as some type of harmless animal and continued her little journey.
~*~
"What was she doing there?" Yamcha screamed.
"I don't know!" Puar panted. "That was too close. She almost saw us!"
"I swear, things get harder each and every day! First that stupid short guy shows up, then her and then Goku!" At the rate we're going we'll never get the dragon balls."
"Yamcha! You're thinking down! You need to think uplifting thoughts! I'm sure that if we wait here 'til they leave, we can pick up on following them!" Trying her best to calm her young master, Puar smiled when it finally worked. Yamcha abruptly brighten his face and smiled.
"You're right! This is the only way they can leave the town, so we'll just wait." Puar nodded, but then blinked.
"Yamcha?"
"Yes?"
"I'm really hungry."
"Err… Me too…"
~*~
He wasn't aware that he was pacing, although Goku and Oolong were very aware. They were positive that if he continued to walk in the same oval track, he'd walk a hole into the floor.
"Hey Vegeta?" Goku began. The young Prince, however, didn't really hear. He just continued to pace… and pace.
Too many thoughts going through his head kept Vegeta distracted. Bulma had entered the store to use a 'phone', and while he had no clue what that was, he decided it would be against his Princely upbringing to ask. Besides, he had too much stuff on his mind, too many things to rationalize out. He knew that if he didn't respond back to the ship that they'd probably come to see what had happened. In effect, Earth (and everything on it), would be blown up and…well, he'd get his ass kicked once he was in Frieza's presence. No, wait. Erase that. He'd get his ass kicked even if he had preformed his job correctly and returned on time.
He just couldn't figure out what to do. Leave, and destroy the Planet like he was ordered, or leave, report back and say he did destroy the planet. It wasn't like Frieza ever checked up on his work anyway, and why the hell would he care if this planet got blown to so many pieces of particle dust or not? Mentally, the two warring sides began to spar. Eventually, that's how all Saiyans resolved conflicts, anyway. Mental sparring counts.
"VEGETA!" Goku finally broke through his thoughts. Vegeta stopped pacing and glared at the boy. "Are you okay?"
Vegeta let out an irritated growl. "Kakkarot, I swear you must be brain dead."
Glaring back, Goku retorted, "Look Vegeta, I'm sick of you calling me Kakkarot and I am sick of you
calling me names. I was just worried."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and smirked. The little brat did have some Saiyan blood in him after all. "I'm sorry to say that Kakkarot is your name. And you are a poor pathetic fool, with a ki level of ten. Pitiful, and to top it off, you don't even seem to know that you're a Saiyan." Annoyed and frustrated, the Prince decided to pick on young Goku to relieve a bit of his dissatisfaction.
Taking note to the fact that there would most likely be an upcoming fight, Oolong slipped his way into a remote corner, avoiding the oncoming slaughter. Luckily, none of other the people noticed what was going on, as they were too busy partying.
"Look, Vegeta. I'm trying to be nice, I'm in a very bad mood right now." Goku began; he wasn't too fond of the bizarre urge to hurt the older man before him. "And how could I know if I'm a Saiyan? I don't even remember my past!"
Vegeta blinked. So, that was why he didn't act like a Saiyan should. And that's why he hadn't destroyed the planet; he must have hit his head as a baby. Vegeta snickered. He could still have his fun, anything to take his mind off of what was going on.
"Really? What did you do? Hit your head?" he continued to taunt.
"VEGETA STOP!" Cringing, Vegeta didn't even have to turn around to see whom the voice belonged to. Bulma's voice angrily called out, "I don't BELIEVE you!"
He snorted, and turned around with a ferocious scowl, causing her to jump back. "I'm sick of you ordering me around girl. Do. You. Hear. Me? I'm a Prince, not your slave!" Snarling, his fists were tightly clenched, almost as if he was losing a struggle to suppress his ki. Bulma just blinked in awe until
she destroyed the shocked look, almost instantly.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" she hissed. "Besides, Vegeta," her eyes narrowed while her voice softened into a deadly tone, "the first thing I hear over all this screaming is you picking on poor Goku, who was about to snap himself. What is wrong with you, you don't usually act this bad?"
In an instant she found herself being gripped by the neck and lifted up into the air. Looking down, her eyes wide and breath caught in her throat; she hadn't even seen him move. "First of all, you don't know me. You don't know how I act. You don't know how strong I really am. You don't know why I'm here, and when I was just getting a little of my aggression out, you ruined it."
"Vegeta! Stop it!" Goku hissed, as no one seemed to realize the small, or shall we say extremely large crowd, had swarmed around them.
Vegeta obviously ignored them. The only thing that shocked him was how frightened she looked when his eyes locked with hers. Once he felt that she was shaking, he let out a stream of curses before dropping her.
A few wary moments passed before an aura of ki gathered around him, and he blasted into the air, leaving a baffled audience and an incredibly shocked girl behind.
~*~Later~*~
Goku watched an extremely irritated Bulma yell at the manger of the hotel. Apparently, the man had informed her that there were no more rooms in the entire hotel. Ever since they had stepped through the doors, she had been screeching at the poor man. However, he was surprised that she didn't say a word about the little incident between her and Vegeta that had transposed an hour ago. Instead, she immediately got up and pushed her way passed the crowd. After asking a few people where the nearest hotel was, she left with the rest of the crew trailing behind.
"- all I want is three rooms. One…two…three! Is that so HARD?" The man coughed and swallowed. "JUST FIND US A ROOM!" Wishing to avoid the impending explosion, the man scurried off for the second time.
"Are you okay?" Goku finally asked. She looked down at him with a forced grin.
"Perfectly fine."
"You're lying."
"Shut up, Goku."
He shrugged. "Whatever."
It only took a few seconds before the same man came back with a frightened smile on his face. "I umm… got you a room… but I could only get two so you see… err …"
"Fine, be glad I'm in a good mood. Now, what are the room numbers?"
"369 and 360."
~*~
"Oolong, you take 360, me and Goku will take 369," said Bulma. Giving a sideways glance to Oolong, she tossed off, "I trust Goku more than I trust you."
He snorted. "You don't care if I run away?"
Bulma simply dropped the key in his hand. "Run away, I have come to the conclusion that we really don't need your help anyway, and it's not like you're going to get back to your home anytime soon. I'm pretty sure that we're over twenty miles away at the moment. So, do what you want. Good night."
Using the key, she entered her room and shut the door behind her. Goku raised an eyebrow, in a guess that she had forgotten he was supposed to be in there with her. He didn't really desire to sleep in a hotel room, anyway.
"Err… I think she's mad." Oolong suggested.
Goku shot him a look, and then rolled his eyes. "That's obvious. I'd be angry; too, if I was just held up by the neck from someone I thought was my friend. I mean, he just flipped."
"Yeah, and you looked like you were going to flip, too. I could have sworn I felt heat coming from you and I wasn't all that close."
Goku's eyes seem to darken at his words. "Good night Oolong. Hopefully, I'll see you in the morning." And with that he made a smooth turn down the hall to room 369.
Oolong, however, stood there. Everyone was acting strange. First, Goku had left the Ox King's mountain in a grumpy mood, and then seemed to perk up to his normal self. When they finally seemed to have a moment of peace, Vegeta had gone off into left field and tried to strangle Bulma, putting her into a mood that he had never seen before. And to tell the truth it frightened him. But that wasn't the last of their worries… no. Now Goku was in some strange freaky mood.
Sighing and slapped his head repeatedly he held in the urge to run out of the hotel. "I should have NEVER tried to take that cute girl from her village!"
~*~
"I don't like the big city," Chichi hissed. It seemed pretty from a distance, but when you're caught in the midst of it you could get lost quickly, like she had.
"Ah…. Hello? Sir? HELLO!" The old man made a bird like noise but refused to stir. Ugh, all right.
"Miss?" She gasped, glaring at the man behind her as his hand rested on her shoulder. The loud, unfamiliar noises had thrown her off, and not allowed Chichi to hear his reply.
"Yes?"
He bushed a string of brown hair from his dark eyes, giving her a gentle smile. She however, raised an eyebrow. Still smiling, the man said, "You shouldn't talk to old drunks like that. You won't get any where at all."
"Really? Thank you, but please do me a favor and take the hand off my shoulder."
He grinned wolfishly. "Sorry."
"Sure. Could you be kind enough to tell me what's going on around here, and without touching." She gave him a sweet grin, but it was obviously fake.
"Well… err… What's your name, dear?"
"Chichi. Yours?"
"Kyoto. This is a celebration that we have every year, called Pikoya Lukico. That stands for Day of Life."
"Oh. I see. Thank you." She turned to leave only to have him grab her arm. "Didn't I say hands off?" She whispered politely, he almost couldn't hear her over the loud music.
"Sorry once again, but is there anything else that you need, anything at all?" Giving her another dashing smile, he still refused to released her arm.
"No."
"Are you sure?" She snarled softly. People like this really drove her insane. Times like this enabled her to really understand why the Amazons didn't like most males or males in general.
"Aren't I a little too young for you?" He frowned and let go roughly. "Thank you."
And with that, the princess blended into the crowd, happy to get away from the insane man.
~*~
Goku entered the room, only to find Bulma sitting at the mirror brushing her hair. Over and over. He blinked. At this rate, it looked as if her hair would fall out at any given moment. He could also hear her whispering some words that he couldn't make out, due to her sniffling.
"Umm… Bulma. Are you okay?"
She jumped up from her set, dropping the brush. "Grr! Don't scare me like that, Goku."
"Sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to stay here tonight. I think I'm going to sleep outside, I really need to do some thinking and stuff. Plus, I don't really like indoor places."
Bulma smiled, the kid really was more complicated than anyone would think. His going out to think proved it. "Of course I don't mind. I need to do some thinking myself; we can all meet out at the entrance of the town. How's that?"
"Sounds good! But you do know that Vegeta has your Dragon Balls, and we're screwed without them."
Bulma tensed at the name, but covered it almost completely with a grin. "Yes, I know that he has *our* Dragon Balls but don't worry we can track him with the Radar and get them back."
"I hope you don't mean by force Bulma. Really, I hope you don't. I have the feeling that I'm not stronger than him… yet. I'm sure if I train a lot, I'd be able to get them back but right now… no."
Her eyes traveled to her feet. She hadn't really been thinking about the Dragon Balls at the moment. Why didn't she stay at home? She should have never placed herself in this position. "Well… we can think of something," she whispered.
Goku nodded. "I'll go now, but I have one more question."
"Yes?"
"How many wishes can the Dragon grant?" She laughed out loud at his words. This boy wasn't as dumb as she had thought!
"Well, Goku, only one." She smiled.
"And I'm guessing you lied just to get Vegeta to help you?"
"…Yes." He's getting too smart now.
"So does that mean you were planning on using that one wish for yourself?" He gazed up at her with those hurtful innocent eyes, as she closed her own.
"Yes Goku, I was. I'm really sorry." She sniffed. Never in her life had she really felt like breaking into tears like this. She never had realized how selfish she was being. Maybe she should go curl up in a little hole and rock herself to sleep. Kami, leave me alone, this is too much for one day. I can't take this. Please.
Goku grabbed her hand and shook it. "Don't cry, okay? I'm not mad. We're friends. How about when we collect all the Dragon Balls, we think of a wish for that will help all of us. Doesn't that sound good?"
She nodded, but failed to feel any better.
"Okay I'll see you in the morning unless, you want me to stay. I promise I won't try and find out why you don't have balls!"
"No, you need to think like you said. I need to do the same, but can you tell Oolong where to meet in the morning?"
"Okay! Good night and sleep well!" She nodded as the young boy scampered out the room. Once he was gone, she collapsed onto her bed, and couldn't help but cry. Never in her life had she realized how selfish she was. She deserved to be killed. She opened her mouth up entirely too much. To top it off, she was going to use the Dragon for her own wish, not caring about anything, or anyone, else.
~*~
He was losing it. Why was everything against him? How long could it take for that lizard to reach this planet? No, he probably wouldn't come. He'd send his lackey Zarbon instead. He glanced around at the screen before him, and there was his ship. Luckily, it hadn't taken him long to get to the ship. All he had to do was get in it. Get off the planet, blow it up and leave. His head mimicked its agreement with his words as he nodded. Simple as that.
That's all I have to do. Simple, really. But…
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, he clutched the pouch that held the Dragon Balls. Remarkably, he'd forgotten they were even there. He couldn't help but wonder what Bulma and the others were going to do, as they didn't have their "Magic" Balls. He groaned as his thoughts soon filled with regret over what he'd done. He had no right to do that. She didn't hurt him! She was too weak to hurt him. He….
I'm losing my damn mind! I'm actually caring. I have got to get away from this planet!
In all his confusion and anger, he aimed one well-placed ki blast into the forest, blowing every thing there to dust. If his father were alive, he'd surely be laughing right now.
~*~
She would never find them! What if they weren't even in this town? They might have passed by it, this wasn't fair! Oh great I'm whining like a two year old. Shrugging her shoulders, Chichi made her way to the busy streets, finding it easier to move around. She was beginning to regret ever coming, as her best choice was most likely be to turn around and go back home. The city was too populated to find any certain person. However, she was pulled out of her daze when she saw something that caught her attention.
A floating blue cat…
Now that looks familiar. She smirked. "Hey you. Cat!" Screaming and pushing her way around a few people, Chichi made a frantic dash towards the familiar animal. The cat turned around, looked at her for a few moments, then screamed and made a mad sprint through the crowd. "HEY! Grr… That, that Yamcha guys cat, it must know where Goku and his friends are… GET BACK HERE!"
Knocking everyone in her path aside, Chichi continued her frenzied tempo towards the cat.
~*~
Wow… That was a lot… in one chapter. *cough* I really want to continue but the writers block is killing me. To be honest, I don't really like this chapter that much. I hope you guys do so please tell me… Please.
The only reason I wrote was because the nice reviews that I got! I had to repost this fic like four times just to get them! Also I drew a picture for this fic. The link is
http://www.geocities.com/tenshiumiko/db.html
It my first colored pic with Photo Shop so tell me what you think!
----------------
Selenity Jade: Thank you for all the reviews. YOU MADE ME HAPPY! Your fics are great, too!
Yuri: Wow! Thank you! You made me happy as well!
V.J lol! I did do chapter 7. I just brought 3, 4 and together! Sorry to confuse you! And thanks for you review. O-o
Kei YES! I was wondering what happened to you! I'm glad you're back and reviewing. *squeal* YIPPEE :P
DarkPiccolo2866 Thanks ^_^v
tristan Sure and thanks for reading!
Firebird234 LOL! Thank you very much.
Scorpio I'M WRITING I'M WRITING! *squeals* I'm happy you like this. Also. If you want to be on my Mailing list, just e-mail me or state it in your reviews!!!
Chibi Tenshi Senchi
Beta note: If you like B/Vs, go read "DBZ: The Borrowed Operetta" by SkittleKicks. It's different, I promise you. :)