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Wow! Reviews rock! You wouldn't imagine my surprise at the support I've received for my first two chapters! Thank you, everyone...I was actually kind of nervous about writing this, but you've all calmed my fears. :) I hope that I can keep this story up to your expectations.
Chapter 3
Upon seeing Bulma slump to the floor, Vegeta had to mentally shake himself out of his reverie, his shock being so great that it left him dumbstruck. He hastily stepped through the new hole in the wall and picked the unconscious beauty off of the floor, placing her on her bed. As Vegeta reached for the blankets to cover Bulma's body, he couldn't help gaze momentarily at her body. "Kami, she's a goddess...," he thought, then quickly reprimanded himself. "What the hell am I doing?? Staring at the defenseless Woman..." In shame, Vegeta quickly pulled the blankets under her chin. Her face looked so beautiful in the moonlight, ...so innocent. It surfaced the protective instincts that he thought had been buried deeply, so many years ago. He caressed her face and gently checked her forehead for sign of fever, then left her to rest.
Stepping back through the hole, Vegeta sat down on his bed and stared at the debris from the exploded wall, then glanced at Yamcha's drooped form...and it finally occurred to him. "What the hell just happened here??" Vegeta said out loud, furrowing his forehead in confusion. He reviewed the events of the night..."Yamcha tried to sleep with Bulma, Bulma cried out my name, heh, ...and Yamcha got angry,...called the Woman some names,...then the Woman royally kicked his ass! Kami!" he repeated to himself again, "She must be a Saiyan! But how?? How is that possible?"
Yamcha suddenly shifted and released an unconscious groan of pain, and it quickly drew Vegeta from his thoughts. "Ah well, I must deal with the baka before I can figure this out," he thought, and walked over to the young man. Vegeta nudged him none to gently with his boot, drawing another unbidden groan from the man and gradually bringing him to a state of consciousness. "Baka? Are you awake?" Vegeta asked, smirking.
"Huh...what? Where am I?" Yamcha muttered.
"You mean you don't remember? You useless human...I guess I get the pleasure of refreshing your memory." Another smirk. "You have just had your ass kicked by the Woman in the next room. Consider yourself lucky, though, because if she hadn't whipped you, you can bet Kami I would have killed you." Vegeta narrowed his eyes as Yamcha began to remember snippets of what just happened. "You mean,...Bulma...?" Yamcha said, followed by a loud audible gulp.
"Yes, baka. The Woman finally put you in your place. So let me tell you, if I ever see you look in her direction again, you will pay dearly." Vegeta crossed his arms and stared down at Yamcha with hatred.
"You...you...can't stop me from talking to her!" Yamcha weakly argued. "Who said I would stop you? I believe the Woman can take care of your weakling sorry baka ass without my assistance. I'd just like to watch her beat you to a pulp again." Vegeta chuckled at this thought, and added to himself, "It would be more amusing if I trained her properly, though..."
Yamcha interrupted his thoughts once again with weak and fearful mumbles about how Bulma wouldn't do anything... It annoyed Vegeta so much that he reached over and hit Yamcha in the head, causing him to fall unconscious once again. "Stupid baka...I'll have to take care of this..." With that, Vegeta hauled Yamcha over his shoulder and quickly flew him home, dumping him on his front porch, and speeded back home.
Vegeta landed back in his room, and yawned. He glanced at the clock and realized how late it was. "I'll check on the Woman, then I'll go to bed," he repeated. Stepping through the new entrance for the second time that night, he dropped to his haunches at Bulma's bedside and once again caressed her cheek. "Tomorrow," he planned, "I'll have to do some checking, some research...but for tonight, we'll both sleep. She'll probably be out for a week, considering the magnitude of her attack." It was a weak ki beam, but a ki beam alone took years for some Saiyan to acquire. If she was Saiyan, she had a lot of potential... "But for now, I'll leave it alone."
Vegeta walked back to his room and laid down on his bed on his stomach, sleepily thinking of how he didn't quite feel so alone anymore.
Okay, that's Chapter 3. How's it sounding? Good? Also, if you are interested, e-mail me at literature333@hotmail.com if you'd like to be on a mailing list, so I can notify you when I update chapters. Sound good? Everybody else does it, so I figured I'd do it, too. Keep reviewing, everyone, too, because, well, I love it! Thanks! :)
Wow! Reviews rock! You wouldn't imagine my surprise at the support I've received for my first two chapters! Thank you, everyone...I was actually kind of nervous about writing this, but you've all calmed my fears. :) I hope that I can keep this story up to your expectations.
Chapter 3
Upon seeing Bulma slump to the floor, Vegeta had to mentally shake himself out of his reverie, his shock being so great that it left him dumbstruck. He hastily stepped through the new hole in the wall and picked the unconscious beauty off of the floor, placing her on her bed. As Vegeta reached for the blankets to cover Bulma's body, he couldn't help gaze momentarily at her body. "Kami, she's a goddess...," he thought, then quickly reprimanded himself. "What the hell am I doing?? Staring at the defenseless Woman..." In shame, Vegeta quickly pulled the blankets under her chin. Her face looked so beautiful in the moonlight, ...so innocent. It surfaced the protective instincts that he thought had been buried deeply, so many years ago. He caressed her face and gently checked her forehead for sign of fever, then left her to rest.
Stepping back through the hole, Vegeta sat down on his bed and stared at the debris from the exploded wall, then glanced at Yamcha's drooped form...and it finally occurred to him. "What the hell just happened here??" Vegeta said out loud, furrowing his forehead in confusion. He reviewed the events of the night..."Yamcha tried to sleep with Bulma, Bulma cried out my name, heh, ...and Yamcha got angry,...called the Woman some names,...then the Woman royally kicked his ass! Kami!" he repeated to himself again, "She must be a Saiyan! But how?? How is that possible?"
Yamcha suddenly shifted and released an unconscious groan of pain, and it quickly drew Vegeta from his thoughts. "Ah well, I must deal with the baka before I can figure this out," he thought, and walked over to the young man. Vegeta nudged him none to gently with his boot, drawing another unbidden groan from the man and gradually bringing him to a state of consciousness. "Baka? Are you awake?" Vegeta asked, smirking.
"Huh...what? Where am I?" Yamcha muttered.
"You mean you don't remember? You useless human...I guess I get the pleasure of refreshing your memory." Another smirk. "You have just had your ass kicked by the Woman in the next room. Consider yourself lucky, though, because if she hadn't whipped you, you can bet Kami I would have killed you." Vegeta narrowed his eyes as Yamcha began to remember snippets of what just happened. "You mean,...Bulma...?" Yamcha said, followed by a loud audible gulp.
"Yes, baka. The Woman finally put you in your place. So let me tell you, if I ever see you look in her direction again, you will pay dearly." Vegeta crossed his arms and stared down at Yamcha with hatred.
"You...you...can't stop me from talking to her!" Yamcha weakly argued. "Who said I would stop you? I believe the Woman can take care of your weakling sorry baka ass without my assistance. I'd just like to watch her beat you to a pulp again." Vegeta chuckled at this thought, and added to himself, "It would be more amusing if I trained her properly, though..."
Yamcha interrupted his thoughts once again with weak and fearful mumbles about how Bulma wouldn't do anything... It annoyed Vegeta so much that he reached over and hit Yamcha in the head, causing him to fall unconscious once again. "Stupid baka...I'll have to take care of this..." With that, Vegeta hauled Yamcha over his shoulder and quickly flew him home, dumping him on his front porch, and speeded back home.
Vegeta landed back in his room, and yawned. He glanced at the clock and realized how late it was. "I'll check on the Woman, then I'll go to bed," he repeated. Stepping through the new entrance for the second time that night, he dropped to his haunches at Bulma's bedside and once again caressed her cheek. "Tomorrow," he planned, "I'll have to do some checking, some research...but for tonight, we'll both sleep. She'll probably be out for a week, considering the magnitude of her attack." It was a weak ki beam, but a ki beam alone took years for some Saiyan to acquire. If she was Saiyan, she had a lot of potential... "But for now, I'll leave it alone."
Vegeta walked back to his room and laid down on his bed on his stomach, sleepily thinking of how he didn't quite feel so alone anymore.
Okay, that's Chapter 3. How's it sounding? Good? Also, if you are interested, e-mail me at literature333@hotmail.com if you'd like to be on a mailing list, so I can notify you when I update chapters. Sound good? Everybody else does it, so I figured I'd do it, too. Keep reviewing, everyone, too, because, well, I love it! Thanks! :)