Lucky Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. Hehe(^_^)
~. . .~ = Thoughts
(. . .) = Me interrupting. (I'm so rude)
**-. . . -** = Memory
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MY EXCUSE FOR NOT UPDATING IN SUCH AN INCREDIBLY LONG TIME
Oh my dear God, this freakin chapter has been sitting on my computer for the longest time in the whole world. Sorry for not putting up any notice, but I just moved to Kendall (from my grandma's house where I have been living at for about three years and where the cable got cut off maybe three months before I moved out because my gamer uncle moved out and took his dsl account too), like two months ago and we haven't had ANY mode of internet because some idiot knocked over our cable box and the cable dudes were too freaken lazy to get off their butts and fix it for us. They told us I don't know how many times that they had fixed it, but every time they hadn't. Being too impatient to wait to get cable we got satellite, that was a good thing. And finally, after I don't know how long, they got around to it and then my family had another problem. So now we had to find a dsl provider because we all absolutely hate AOL (no offense AOL users, I hate the crap with a passion, but hey, whatever floats your boat, ne?) and we found a couple. But just our luck, none of them could hook up DSL in the neighborhood. Apparently, since it's a brand new community, all of our wires are brand new and incompatible with the oldstuff they all use. In spite of all this, we were able to find ONE company that was updated enough to be compatible with our fiberoptic cables (or whatever, I'm just 13, that's just what they told me). Another thing tho, only one computer could be hooked up, so I hafta do all this from my dad's comp, so I might not be able to upload when I want to or when I say I will. So please bare with me here and stick with it until we get a wireless network in the house. (Dad's say probably next pay check and that would be next week, if not then, then it'd probably be three weeks, let's hope not) And people, believe me, this WHOLE entire time I was thinking about just how was I going to update. I have a crapload of chapters waiting to be out, but what I'm going to do is upload them every day, or every other day, or as soon as I can get everyone off this comp.
Whew, long explanation, huh? Sorry for it, I just wanted to give my reason so you guys won't think that I jut got lazy. Alrighty, well on with the fic!
Chapter 14 - The Wrath of Bulma
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Beep! Beep! One, twice, three times the buzzer rang. Bulma was starting to get impatient. Her foot tapped with bottled irritation as she pushed the button forcefully. ~Why isn't he answering?!~ She mentally cursed her son. ~He never sleeps this deeply!~ Seeing just how futile her attempts to make him answer were, she decided to buzz in with the intercom. "Trunks! Wake up! You are NOT going to get out of todays work! Not after you foolish games yesterday!" His mothers voice boomed out over the intercom. In his sleep, Trunks shifted a bit, but nothing more. Bulma turned the volume up as much as she could and screamed her disapproval once again. Nothing.
~*~*~*~*~Ten minutes of screaming and a very hoarse throat later~*~*~*~*~
"CHANGED?! WHAT?!" Bulma, tired of waiting for her insubordinate son to wake, had typed in the password to open the door. It had been changed. ~How DARE he?!~ "I am NOT queen AND top engineer of this Dende forsaken planet for nothing!" Bulma screamed as a small computer pad materialized from somewhere in her robes.
She fumbled with the wires protruding from the little pad's side to awkwardly attach the wires to the keypad by the door. "There is no way in hell MY own son is going to ignore his mother. No way in hell!" She murmured to herself as she pounded the small buttons of the computer pad in her hands.
Hacking had never been her strong point, but of course, she was still one of the best on the planet. She typed in codes and numbers and so many things, until finally she cracked the code. "Ha! The little brat thinks he could outsmart his own mother!" She muttered as the door flew open an incredulous speed. She swept into the room with like a swish of blue lightning.
She was met by a sight that shocker her. Her son, and that, that, that GIRL were in bed. With EACHOTHER! "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" You'd be surprised at just how much of a big sound could come out of the petite blue haired female.
Trunks and Pan jumped from the bed with a start. "FIRST YOU MISS DINNER, AND NOW YOU'RE SLEEPING AROUND WITH.WITH...THIS GIRL!!!! WITH NO INTENTION OF MATING FOR LIFE EITHER!!!!!" Trunks and Pan looked at each other, held a small glance, and burst out laughing. "Why?! Are you laughing at me?!" By now Trunks and Pan were on the floor laughing hysterically.
"You..." Trunks tried, gasping for air. "You...think that we...that we SLEPT together?!" Trunks was red at this point. Pan was on the floor trying to breath, all the while holding her ribs from the pain of so much laughter. "YES!" This was incredulous, how could they be laughing at her, HER, queen of Vegeta-sei?
"That's it!" Bulma's voice was already hoarse from all her frantic screaming. The two who lay on the floor sat up with a start. "That's it, I'm calling your father!" Bulma managed to make out, her face flushed and her arms tired of so much waving. She looked down at her son's terrified face, satisfied with his reaction, she swept out of the room.
"What was that about?" Pan asked, looking to her friend who sat cross- legged on the floor. His face was pale, his eyes were dead. He could utter only two words. "On no"
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Short as hell bloody chapter right? I had time to write a longer one right? Well don't worry. Tomorrow I'll have the second one out. I needed this retardo chappie as suspense. By the way, I hope you all had/are having a wonderful holiday(s) and a great New Year.
Goten: That was cheap of you.
Desi: You wanna question me? ::Shakes fist threateningly::
Goten: Uh oh
Desi: Yeah and if you keep it up, you'll be worse off than Trunks!
Runs a million miles away.
Desi: What the heck are you still here for?! Go review and wait for tomorrow!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. Hehe(^_^)
~. . .~ = Thoughts
(. . .) = Me interrupting. (I'm so rude)
**-. . . -** = Memory
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
MY EXCUSE FOR NOT UPDATING IN SUCH AN INCREDIBLY LONG TIME
Oh my dear God, this freakin chapter has been sitting on my computer for the longest time in the whole world. Sorry for not putting up any notice, but I just moved to Kendall (from my grandma's house where I have been living at for about three years and where the cable got cut off maybe three months before I moved out because my gamer uncle moved out and took his dsl account too), like two months ago and we haven't had ANY mode of internet because some idiot knocked over our cable box and the cable dudes were too freaken lazy to get off their butts and fix it for us. They told us I don't know how many times that they had fixed it, but every time they hadn't. Being too impatient to wait to get cable we got satellite, that was a good thing. And finally, after I don't know how long, they got around to it and then my family had another problem. So now we had to find a dsl provider because we all absolutely hate AOL (no offense AOL users, I hate the crap with a passion, but hey, whatever floats your boat, ne?) and we found a couple. But just our luck, none of them could hook up DSL in the neighborhood. Apparently, since it's a brand new community, all of our wires are brand new and incompatible with the oldstuff they all use. In spite of all this, we were able to find ONE company that was updated enough to be compatible with our fiberoptic cables (or whatever, I'm just 13, that's just what they told me). Another thing tho, only one computer could be hooked up, so I hafta do all this from my dad's comp, so I might not be able to upload when I want to or when I say I will. So please bare with me here and stick with it until we get a wireless network in the house. (Dad's say probably next pay check and that would be next week, if not then, then it'd probably be three weeks, let's hope not) And people, believe me, this WHOLE entire time I was thinking about just how was I going to update. I have a crapload of chapters waiting to be out, but what I'm going to do is upload them every day, or every other day, or as soon as I can get everyone off this comp.
Whew, long explanation, huh? Sorry for it, I just wanted to give my reason so you guys won't think that I jut got lazy. Alrighty, well on with the fic!
Chapter 14 - The Wrath of Bulma
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Beep! Beep! One, twice, three times the buzzer rang. Bulma was starting to get impatient. Her foot tapped with bottled irritation as she pushed the button forcefully. ~Why isn't he answering?!~ She mentally cursed her son. ~He never sleeps this deeply!~ Seeing just how futile her attempts to make him answer were, she decided to buzz in with the intercom. "Trunks! Wake up! You are NOT going to get out of todays work! Not after you foolish games yesterday!" His mothers voice boomed out over the intercom. In his sleep, Trunks shifted a bit, but nothing more. Bulma turned the volume up as much as she could and screamed her disapproval once again. Nothing.
~*~*~*~*~Ten minutes of screaming and a very hoarse throat later~*~*~*~*~
"CHANGED?! WHAT?!" Bulma, tired of waiting for her insubordinate son to wake, had typed in the password to open the door. It had been changed. ~How DARE he?!~ "I am NOT queen AND top engineer of this Dende forsaken planet for nothing!" Bulma screamed as a small computer pad materialized from somewhere in her robes.
She fumbled with the wires protruding from the little pad's side to awkwardly attach the wires to the keypad by the door. "There is no way in hell MY own son is going to ignore his mother. No way in hell!" She murmured to herself as she pounded the small buttons of the computer pad in her hands.
Hacking had never been her strong point, but of course, she was still one of the best on the planet. She typed in codes and numbers and so many things, until finally she cracked the code. "Ha! The little brat thinks he could outsmart his own mother!" She muttered as the door flew open an incredulous speed. She swept into the room with like a swish of blue lightning.
She was met by a sight that shocker her. Her son, and that, that, that GIRL were in bed. With EACHOTHER! "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" You'd be surprised at just how much of a big sound could come out of the petite blue haired female.
Trunks and Pan jumped from the bed with a start. "FIRST YOU MISS DINNER, AND NOW YOU'RE SLEEPING AROUND WITH.WITH...THIS GIRL!!!! WITH NO INTENTION OF MATING FOR LIFE EITHER!!!!!" Trunks and Pan looked at each other, held a small glance, and burst out laughing. "Why?! Are you laughing at me?!" By now Trunks and Pan were on the floor laughing hysterically.
"You..." Trunks tried, gasping for air. "You...think that we...that we SLEPT together?!" Trunks was red at this point. Pan was on the floor trying to breath, all the while holding her ribs from the pain of so much laughter. "YES!" This was incredulous, how could they be laughing at her, HER, queen of Vegeta-sei?
"That's it!" Bulma's voice was already hoarse from all her frantic screaming. The two who lay on the floor sat up with a start. "That's it, I'm calling your father!" Bulma managed to make out, her face flushed and her arms tired of so much waving. She looked down at her son's terrified face, satisfied with his reaction, she swept out of the room.
"What was that about?" Pan asked, looking to her friend who sat cross- legged on the floor. His face was pale, his eyes were dead. He could utter only two words. "On no"
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Short as hell bloody chapter right? I had time to write a longer one right? Well don't worry. Tomorrow I'll have the second one out. I needed this retardo chappie as suspense. By the way, I hope you all had/are having a wonderful holiday(s) and a great New Year.
Goten: That was cheap of you.
Desi: You wanna question me? ::Shakes fist threateningly::
Goten: Uh oh
Desi: Yeah and if you keep it up, you'll be worse off than Trunks!
Runs a million miles away.
Desi: What the heck are you still here for?! Go review and wait for tomorrow!