~*~*~*~*Author's Note:
I'm sorry this took so long to do, but I couldn't think of how to write
down all the stuff I was thinking about for the fic!
To: Ridea and Nemesis: Hey guys! Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like it and I'm working as hard as I can to make more chapters! ~.^ oh yeah, and Nemesis, you are absolutely right! THAT IS NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY VEGETA!! *whacks him upside the head with a frying pan~!)
To: D-Chan: I answered your question via e-mail. I hope you'll still read my story, even though it's not a.(I got 19 e-mails asking me not to tell, but I think everyone here knows what this story is about.it might be kinda obvious, but I don't want the people who e-mailed me to get mad, though! If you'd like to know and haven't figured it out already, e-mail me and I'd be more than happy to tell you.)
To: Lizzie and lia-goddess: I'm glad you like it! I'm going as fast as I can!!!! *does a happy dance* people like my stoooorryy, people like my stoooorryy!! To: kawaii: Thanks so much for the compliment! I'm glad so many people have come to see my story and liked it! Keep on reading and reviewing!
Now for some GROUP THANKS *echo, echo, echo*: Hey all! I'm so happy you guys like my story! *sniffle* It means a lot! *bows to Android 18 * I'm glad your addicted! I hope everyone else is too! Now then.eh.*turns to Bunni Girl, eyes widen, then types like the wind* I HAVEN'T BEEN STALLING! I SWEAR I HAVEN'T BEEN STALLING!!! *types faster!* Poor Krillin.!*~*~*~*~
Vegeta mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, and rolled over, crashing to the ruined carpet below him.
"What the HELL?!" he roared, trying to escape from the sheets that seemed to be attacking him. In one swift motion they were ripped wide open, and Vegeta crawled away from them, shaking.
He looked up. "I'm begging you, God...let that have all been an extremely long dream." Vegeta closed his eyes and looked straight ahead again.
Slowly his eyes opened.
It looked like a tornado had hit, a hurricane had passed through and a volcano had erupted all inside of his room. Dangerous, broken shards of gleaming glass lay strewn about all over his carpet and dresser. Gulping, and pained, he turned his head to his main desk, where he saw a whole case of unopened bottles staring at him mockingly.
They all exploded with a quick flick of his wrist.
Now that he was up, the prince figured he'd better go find the scientist woman and bring her back home. He cursed himself for his foolish thinking. Getting drunk did not help me in the least! he thought angrily to himself. I can never be a great king if drinking is what I think will help me solve my problems!
Carefully Vegeta stepped around the broken bottles and damp, blood-colored stains, trying to make his way to the door. When he got to it, Vegeta was suddenly struck with a mind-burning pain. Clutching his head, Vegeta sank to the ground an yelled out loud.
A few saijain guards in clattering, metal armor, clunked down the hall toward their prince.
"Sire! Sire, are you alright?!" one guard asked, getting down on one knee.
"I...I'm fine...you idiots...!" Vegeta choked through clenched teeth. "Get away from me!"
The guards looked at each other with worried looks. Then one shrugged and the others shook their heads. The guard on his knee rose, and saluted his future-leader with a hand. "We...ah...hope you'll be back to yourself again, my liege," he said quietly as he and his fellow guardsmen walked down their separate halls, back to their posts.
Finally Vegeta looked up, anger knitting his brow. "How...how dare she...do this to me...!" he hissed, moaning every so often. "She will not get the satisfaction of seeing me like this when I find her." I'll be strong again, Vegeta assured himself mentally, And I WILL find her, make no mistake about THAT.
Clutching his side, and staggering to his feet, Vegeta roughly gripped the wall, and made his way to the nearest door out of the palace.
********
Bulma's eyes fluttered open, and stared directly ahead to the neck of a tanned, muscular man.
A scream began to pour from her beautiful mouth.
Turlis' head snapped up, and immediately he tackled her, cupping his hand over her lips. "Don't you dare start that again," he laughed, tail thumping happily against the bed.
Bulma nodded her head, and sighed when his strong hand reluctantly pulled away from her. "I'm sorry...Turlis, was it?"
The saijain nodded.
"Right...sorry about...that. Last night, now...whenever. I'm so sorry." She gave him a quick hug and sat upright. "So...where am I exactly?" the human woman questioned.
"You're in my house," Turlis answered nonchalantly. "Now it's my turn to ask you a question. Where the Hell are you from?"
Bulma opened her mouth, then shut it again quickly. She deliberated on this for a moment, then answered him with a question. "You should know that."
Turlis cocked an eyebrow. "How so?"
"I'm the scientist from Earth that came to work for the palace. You're a high ranking saijian-"
He opened his mouth to ask how she knew that, but didn't have the chance to spit it out. She answered his unspoken question anyway.
"-and I know that because last night, when you saved me," she added smiling a bit, "you called one of those men 'Third Class' and a third class would never call another third class by that degrading name. But what I was trying to say," she went on, "was that every high ranking saijain should have been at the landing site of my space ship. So you should know who I am."
The saijain looked confused for a second then, smiled, "Well I didn't go. I just got back from a mission in a different galaxy. Heh...sorry?" He then noticed her mark, and his eyes widened. This is the best day of your life, Turlis, his mind laughed happily. Ohh happy day! Happy, happy day! He could have screamed with joy. She seemed so perfect. He could protect her, and she could hold her own.
Bulma laughed slightly and looked around the clean room. "So how long of a walk is it to the palace, Turlis?" His heart crashed like a rock to the floor. Turlis looked down, then got up. "About an hour. So you want to go back?" He eyed her torn, small dress. Those sick saijain rapists had ripped the neckpiece off the night before. It looked fine to him though. The top of the dress just started right above her breasts was all that was different about it now; all except for a few tears in the bottom hem that is.
The woman got up as well and stretched. She didn't notice it, but Turlis' tail started going insane again. "Well...I guess so. I mean, I have a lot of work to do there you know...and Vegeta..." her smile faded a bit, but remained on her face.
Turlis hissed bitterly. "So you're his then?" His tail hung like ice behind him.
Bulma whirled on him, catching him by surprise. He'd never seen a female disagree or argue with him in any way. Saijain females just didn't do that.
"Look here, TURLIS!" she spat angrily, "I do NOT belong to anyone! I am my own master, got that?! I will do what I please! And that SUCKY EXCUSE YOU'VE GOT FOR A PRINCE CAN JUST KISS MY ASS, GOT IT?!"
Turlis stared at her for a moment; a blank look on his handsome face. Then without warning erupted into uncontrollable laughter.
The blue-haired woman became very angry, walked over to the saijain (who now had tears forming in his eyes he was laughing so hard) and kicked him.
The weak kick didn't hurt, and that caused the saijain male to laugh even harder. "Y-you!" he gasped, "HIM! K-k-kiss...kiss y-your...ass...!" He could hardly breathe.
Bulma groaned and sat back down on the bed, giggling slightly while she was at it.
"Aww, c'mon! I don't wanna laugh alone!" Turlis snickered as again, he tackled her, pushing them both off the bed; only this time he began tickling her aggressively. Bulma screamed with laughter and tried desperately to get away, but to no avail.
So, for a second Bulma controlled her laughs and grinned. That stopped Turlis for a moment, and then he felt something delicate brush down his neck. His eyes widened as he tried to raise his shoulder and bend his head, to stop her from what she was doing. But as soon as he did that, the felt it on the now exposed side of his neck.
She was tickling him back!
His tail darted back and forth as he laughed and let her think she was winning for a while, then he easily overtook her little reign of terror and tickled her some more.
Bulma tried to get a way and grab a pillow or something, but Turlis' tail wrapped around her small waist and pulled her to him as she clawed at the bed, still trying to get back on it. "Ha!" he laughed, "Now try and get away!" All Bulma succeeded in doing was pull the sheet off the bed and cover them both on the floor.
Now that made it slightly harder to attack, since every once in a while one of them would grab at the other and get a handful of white sheet, leaving them wide open for attack by the opposition.
Bulma made that mistake at one point, and Turlis took the opportunity to attack her with a different method. "Oh!" he laughed quietly, "That's a mistake you're going to hate me for! You're mine now!" He took his head slightly ran it over her neck, causing the tingling she was getting from the rest of her body to shoot up from every fiber of her being.
"Huh...?! Oh! AHHHH!" Bulma laughed as she felt him attack her in all her ticklish spots all at once. She couldn't escape and was quite helpless against the strong saijain.
Bulma hadn't had this much fun in a long, long time, and Turlis hadn't ever had this much fun in his life. Turlis didn't know tickling people could ever be anything other than annoying...much less fun!
In no time, both were gasping for air and laughing insanely, rolling over one another to try to get more leverage.
********
Glitter and Raditz floated near the open window at Turlis' house, dumbstruck.
Glitter whispered hoarsely, "Wh...what are they doing?"
Raditz gulped and watched the male rub his head up and down her neck, tongue flicking out every once in a while. "They're not wearing any clothes are they?" Glitter asked, not able to tear her eyes away from them.
He shook his head in disbelief as he watched the two laughing bodies roll over each other on the floor, a thin, white sheet covering them from the shoulders down. The male was obviously not wearing a shirt, and since the female didn't have any straps, she must have been topless too. And the way they were on each other, gasping, moaning and laughing..."That's mating if I've ever seen it," he rasped, unbelieving.
To: Ridea and Nemesis: Hey guys! Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like it and I'm working as hard as I can to make more chapters! ~.^ oh yeah, and Nemesis, you are absolutely right! THAT IS NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY VEGETA!! *whacks him upside the head with a frying pan~!)
To: D-Chan: I answered your question via e-mail. I hope you'll still read my story, even though it's not a.(I got 19 e-mails asking me not to tell, but I think everyone here knows what this story is about.it might be kinda obvious, but I don't want the people who e-mailed me to get mad, though! If you'd like to know and haven't figured it out already, e-mail me and I'd be more than happy to tell you.)
To: Lizzie and lia-goddess: I'm glad you like it! I'm going as fast as I can!!!! *does a happy dance* people like my stoooorryy, people like my stoooorryy!! To: kawaii: Thanks so much for the compliment! I'm glad so many people have come to see my story and liked it! Keep on reading and reviewing!
Now for some GROUP THANKS *echo, echo, echo*: Hey all! I'm so happy you guys like my story! *sniffle* It means a lot! *bows to Android 18 * I'm glad your addicted! I hope everyone else is too! Now then.eh.*turns to Bunni Girl, eyes widen, then types like the wind* I HAVEN'T BEEN STALLING! I SWEAR I HAVEN'T BEEN STALLING!!! *types faster!* Poor Krillin.!*~*~*~*~
Vegeta mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, and rolled over, crashing to the ruined carpet below him.
"What the HELL?!" he roared, trying to escape from the sheets that seemed to be attacking him. In one swift motion they were ripped wide open, and Vegeta crawled away from them, shaking.
He looked up. "I'm begging you, God...let that have all been an extremely long dream." Vegeta closed his eyes and looked straight ahead again.
Slowly his eyes opened.
It looked like a tornado had hit, a hurricane had passed through and a volcano had erupted all inside of his room. Dangerous, broken shards of gleaming glass lay strewn about all over his carpet and dresser. Gulping, and pained, he turned his head to his main desk, where he saw a whole case of unopened bottles staring at him mockingly.
They all exploded with a quick flick of his wrist.
Now that he was up, the prince figured he'd better go find the scientist woman and bring her back home. He cursed himself for his foolish thinking. Getting drunk did not help me in the least! he thought angrily to himself. I can never be a great king if drinking is what I think will help me solve my problems!
Carefully Vegeta stepped around the broken bottles and damp, blood-colored stains, trying to make his way to the door. When he got to it, Vegeta was suddenly struck with a mind-burning pain. Clutching his head, Vegeta sank to the ground an yelled out loud.
A few saijain guards in clattering, metal armor, clunked down the hall toward their prince.
"Sire! Sire, are you alright?!" one guard asked, getting down on one knee.
"I...I'm fine...you idiots...!" Vegeta choked through clenched teeth. "Get away from me!"
The guards looked at each other with worried looks. Then one shrugged and the others shook their heads. The guard on his knee rose, and saluted his future-leader with a hand. "We...ah...hope you'll be back to yourself again, my liege," he said quietly as he and his fellow guardsmen walked down their separate halls, back to their posts.
Finally Vegeta looked up, anger knitting his brow. "How...how dare she...do this to me...!" he hissed, moaning every so often. "She will not get the satisfaction of seeing me like this when I find her." I'll be strong again, Vegeta assured himself mentally, And I WILL find her, make no mistake about THAT.
Clutching his side, and staggering to his feet, Vegeta roughly gripped the wall, and made his way to the nearest door out of the palace.
********
Bulma's eyes fluttered open, and stared directly ahead to the neck of a tanned, muscular man.
A scream began to pour from her beautiful mouth.
Turlis' head snapped up, and immediately he tackled her, cupping his hand over her lips. "Don't you dare start that again," he laughed, tail thumping happily against the bed.
Bulma nodded her head, and sighed when his strong hand reluctantly pulled away from her. "I'm sorry...Turlis, was it?"
The saijain nodded.
"Right...sorry about...that. Last night, now...whenever. I'm so sorry." She gave him a quick hug and sat upright. "So...where am I exactly?" the human woman questioned.
"You're in my house," Turlis answered nonchalantly. "Now it's my turn to ask you a question. Where the Hell are you from?"
Bulma opened her mouth, then shut it again quickly. She deliberated on this for a moment, then answered him with a question. "You should know that."
Turlis cocked an eyebrow. "How so?"
"I'm the scientist from Earth that came to work for the palace. You're a high ranking saijian-"
He opened his mouth to ask how she knew that, but didn't have the chance to spit it out. She answered his unspoken question anyway.
"-and I know that because last night, when you saved me," she added smiling a bit, "you called one of those men 'Third Class' and a third class would never call another third class by that degrading name. But what I was trying to say," she went on, "was that every high ranking saijain should have been at the landing site of my space ship. So you should know who I am."
The saijain looked confused for a second then, smiled, "Well I didn't go. I just got back from a mission in a different galaxy. Heh...sorry?" He then noticed her mark, and his eyes widened. This is the best day of your life, Turlis, his mind laughed happily. Ohh happy day! Happy, happy day! He could have screamed with joy. She seemed so perfect. He could protect her, and she could hold her own.
Bulma laughed slightly and looked around the clean room. "So how long of a walk is it to the palace, Turlis?" His heart crashed like a rock to the floor. Turlis looked down, then got up. "About an hour. So you want to go back?" He eyed her torn, small dress. Those sick saijain rapists had ripped the neckpiece off the night before. It looked fine to him though. The top of the dress just started right above her breasts was all that was different about it now; all except for a few tears in the bottom hem that is.
The woman got up as well and stretched. She didn't notice it, but Turlis' tail started going insane again. "Well...I guess so. I mean, I have a lot of work to do there you know...and Vegeta..." her smile faded a bit, but remained on her face.
Turlis hissed bitterly. "So you're his then?" His tail hung like ice behind him.
Bulma whirled on him, catching him by surprise. He'd never seen a female disagree or argue with him in any way. Saijain females just didn't do that.
"Look here, TURLIS!" she spat angrily, "I do NOT belong to anyone! I am my own master, got that?! I will do what I please! And that SUCKY EXCUSE YOU'VE GOT FOR A PRINCE CAN JUST KISS MY ASS, GOT IT?!"
Turlis stared at her for a moment; a blank look on his handsome face. Then without warning erupted into uncontrollable laughter.
The blue-haired woman became very angry, walked over to the saijain (who now had tears forming in his eyes he was laughing so hard) and kicked him.
The weak kick didn't hurt, and that caused the saijain male to laugh even harder. "Y-you!" he gasped, "HIM! K-k-kiss...kiss y-your...ass...!" He could hardly breathe.
Bulma groaned and sat back down on the bed, giggling slightly while she was at it.
"Aww, c'mon! I don't wanna laugh alone!" Turlis snickered as again, he tackled her, pushing them both off the bed; only this time he began tickling her aggressively. Bulma screamed with laughter and tried desperately to get away, but to no avail.
So, for a second Bulma controlled her laughs and grinned. That stopped Turlis for a moment, and then he felt something delicate brush down his neck. His eyes widened as he tried to raise his shoulder and bend his head, to stop her from what she was doing. But as soon as he did that, the felt it on the now exposed side of his neck.
She was tickling him back!
His tail darted back and forth as he laughed and let her think she was winning for a while, then he easily overtook her little reign of terror and tickled her some more.
Bulma tried to get a way and grab a pillow or something, but Turlis' tail wrapped around her small waist and pulled her to him as she clawed at the bed, still trying to get back on it. "Ha!" he laughed, "Now try and get away!" All Bulma succeeded in doing was pull the sheet off the bed and cover them both on the floor.
Now that made it slightly harder to attack, since every once in a while one of them would grab at the other and get a handful of white sheet, leaving them wide open for attack by the opposition.
Bulma made that mistake at one point, and Turlis took the opportunity to attack her with a different method. "Oh!" he laughed quietly, "That's a mistake you're going to hate me for! You're mine now!" He took his head slightly ran it over her neck, causing the tingling she was getting from the rest of her body to shoot up from every fiber of her being.
"Huh...?! Oh! AHHHH!" Bulma laughed as she felt him attack her in all her ticklish spots all at once. She couldn't escape and was quite helpless against the strong saijain.
Bulma hadn't had this much fun in a long, long time, and Turlis hadn't ever had this much fun in his life. Turlis didn't know tickling people could ever be anything other than annoying...much less fun!
In no time, both were gasping for air and laughing insanely, rolling over one another to try to get more leverage.
********
Glitter and Raditz floated near the open window at Turlis' house, dumbstruck.
Glitter whispered hoarsely, "Wh...what are they doing?"
Raditz gulped and watched the male rub his head up and down her neck, tongue flicking out every once in a while. "They're not wearing any clothes are they?" Glitter asked, not able to tear her eyes away from them.
He shook his head in disbelief as he watched the two laughing bodies roll over each other on the floor, a thin, white sheet covering them from the shoulders down. The male was obviously not wearing a shirt, and since the female didn't have any straps, she must have been topless too. And the way they were on each other, gasping, moaning and laughing..."That's mating if I've ever seen it," he rasped, unbelieving.