Okay, first off. I AM SO VERY SORRY about not updating sooner. I became obsessed with Tom Felton, Draco Malfoy and Slytherin. If you haven't already guessed where any of that is from, it's Harry Potter. When I say obsessed, I mean it's practically my only train of thought. When I go onto the net the first thing I do is type in which is basically my second favourite website about him. I know a couple others but my first favourite's down right now. So, anyways, my second excuse is that I've been more focused on Harry Potter fanfiction and the only one that I've posted is extremely gay... not meant literally. I'm writing up another one and when it's posted I'll give you the URL. The characters might seem a bit OOC since I've been writing about different characters. Okay, I sorta left myself at a dead end from the last chapter so it might be a bit lame.
Start Date: 26 February 2003, 6:16pm
End Date: 17 March 2003, 11:56pm
"Ooh... pretty colours," this unlucky person said to themself as the light was broken up into the... (eh, I left my science notes at school and it's just about the visible spectrum etc), "Hey! She's right! They really do go in that order, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo then violet. Jeez, you do learn something new every day."
She kept on turning the crystal in the light to see if the refraction of light would keep happening.
Unfortunately for Vegeta it just continued to make the light brighter into his eyes and even he was starting to see different colours. Taking careful aim he destroyed the diamond then stormed out of the store.
(A/N: Oh gawd! My first thought was to get Vegeta to go, "Filthy mudblood."! Ahh! Something's seriously wrong with me, ahhh!!)
~*~At Capsule Corp.~*~
"That would look great Chi Chi! Oh, could you wait, I've got a call on the other line," Bulma quickly switched lines on the phone after having to halt her conversation with her best friend about new clothes for their respective husbands, "Hello, Bulma Briefs speaking."
"Hello, this is Thomas Felton from West City Mall. I doubt greatly that you'd know me, but first off I would like to know if you're fax machine is connected."
"Yes..."
"I need to fax you a picture of a man you might know. Is that alright?"
"Vegeta," she mumbled, "What the hell did you do now?"
"What was that?"
"Oh, sorry. Send it right through."
"Alright, just one moment."
Once she got the picture steam almost blew out of her ears, "What did he do?"
"Well, first he destroyed everything which was in a lingerie shop except for the people. He even toasted the bugs using those fancy light tricks. And now, he's in Kleins and he really looks like he's getting pissed so could you please hurry down here?"
"I'm on my way," she sighed, then switched back to her conversation with Chi Chi, "Are you busy next week cause I'd appreciate it if you attended my husband's funeral."
"What'd he do now?"
"Destroyed everything in a lingerie store. I have to get down to West City Mall around now, so I really need to go before Vegeta hurts any people."
"I'm coming too. I haven't seen any of the boys for a while, they could be the reason why Vegeta's even in a mall."
"Then come, but I can't pick you up. Sorry, so I'll see you there," then Bulma hung up grabbed her fastest jet copter and was out the door.
Poor Vegeta, we're all different. We all respond to different things in different ways. He's just more aggressive. Bulma and Vegeta are just perfect for one another aren't they?
"Goku, I'm gonna kill you if you're involved in this little shopping trip," Chi Chi muttered, hanging up the phone on her end, made sure she had her frying pan with her and hurried out the door, calling for Nimbus.
~*~At West City Mall~*~
"Vegeta!" Bulma screeched.
The Saiyan winced as he went deaf for about five seconds, he's never gonna get use to that voice.
"What is it?"
"Why did I just get a phone call about you destroying things in a lingerie store? For that matter, why were you even in a lingerie store in the first place!"
Seriously, he's never gonna get use to her screeching.
"Answer me Vegeta!"
He glared at her and just flew off. He couldn't be bothered dealing with her, a thought struck him to warn the others but Bulma had a higher power level then normal humans, what with being married to him and all, they should notice. They should've made a plan if either Bulma or Chi Chi were to show up though. Too late now.
Bulma stood there shocked, staring at the place where her husband was once standing. He actually turned them a screaming match with her? It was one of his favourite forms of exercise after ... and training.
"Bulma! What's up?" Gohan asked, seeing her standing there shocked as he got out of K-Mart.
"Gohan... what are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be at school?"
"Well, yeah, I was... it's my break," he quickly filled in. He just had to completely suck at lying didn't he? He had to be one of the gifted ones academically and not artistically. It's all his mother's fault! *pouts* Genius maybe but not exactly too creative, well except on the battlefield. And maybe...
"Right," she replied, "Would you know why Vegeta just flew off?"
"He did? I thought I heard some yelling, but he just retreated?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, did someone abduct the real Vegeta or what?"
"Or what..."
"Bulma? Are you okay? You just seem really down all of a sudden."
"Why did he do that? He's never so distant! I mean, I'm use to the less then five words sentences but he was almost at a loss for words."
"How do you figure that out? It's impossible to read his emotions."
"No it's not, look at his eyes. You can catch something for about a second before he covers it up."
"I've never noticed that before."
"That's because you've never looked."
"Guess you're right, what are you gonna do now?"
"Try and find Vegeta I guess."
"Good luck, I'd help but I'm kind of busy."
"Doing what? Christmas may be "around the corner" but it's not due for like another five months or so and nobody's birthday is coming up."
"Don't worry Bulma, just go find Vegeta."
"Thanks Gohan, er... general direction?"
"Thatta way," Gohan pointed to a direction to the left of Bulma as he quickly and easily picked out Vegeta's signal.
"Remind me to call you if I ever need a shoulder to cry on."
"Er, thanks I guess."
"I'll see you Gohan."
"Yeah, bye," he gave her a hug before going on his way into Valley Girl. What an idiot. I sincerely doubt any of those clothes would fit any of them. They may be slim, but those clothes weren't exactly made for men with muscles and I'm sure Goten or Trunks would've already destroyed them if their mother's tried to get them into them. I really don't think that they're that insane, right?
Heh, sorry SoMeOnE2040. I didn't have enough inspiration to make it the double chapter that I said it would be. But hey! I actually finished the chapter so it gives you something to read in that life of yours.
Please review this and I have no idea how long it might take for me to do up the next chapter but I've got a couple assignments due soon so don't expect another post this week for this story.
