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Chapter 7
Vegeta looked hard into Bulma's eyes, analyzing what he saw there. "She's scared", he realized, "but a bit excited...that's good. We'll start now." He crossed his arms over his chest and began, "You will have a lot of questions, once I begin to explain, so I'd advise that you dress and come downstairs and make my lunch," he said as his stomach growled. "No breakfast," he thought bitterly, and then firmly said, "We will discuss from there." "What do you mean?? I have a tail!! You aren't going to explain?" Bulma exclaimed. "No, baka!" Vegeta's small reserve of patience was slipping. "We will continue this conversation downstairs..." A smirk crept onto is face. "...Unless you enjoy laying in front of me, nude...In that case, I believe I can come up with some different ideas..." He trailed off and gazed at her tail devilishly.
"No! Vegeta, go downstairs!!" Bulma shrieked nervously. "You never know with Vegeta," she thought, "Half of the time, I can't tell whether he's mocking me or not..." "Fine, Woman, I'll be waiting for my meal...and don't take too long!! I haven't had breakfast!" With that, he crossed to her door and closed it none too softly behind him. Bulma sighed in relief. "I'm glad he's gone...for now." It was nerve-racking enough for Vegeta to be in the same room with both of them fully clothed! Just thinking about what just happened..."He saw me naked!" she realized, shocked, ... and she couldn't help wonder, for a quick second, if he liked what he saw... "Ugh! Not Vegeta!" she said aloud, and stood up quickly for another stretch...It felt like she'd been sleeping forever. Bulma looked around her room, spying her window, her dresser, her closet, her door, a big hole in the wall, her mirror,..."Wait a minute! A big hole in the wall??" Bulma gaped at the destruction that was the wall that separated her room from Vegeta's. "What in the hell happened?"
She walked over to the wall and touched the edge, noticing that none of the wreckage was on her side of the room...it was all on Vegeta's side. Thinking quickly, she realized that the evidence proved that whatever happened to the room happened from her side, not Vegeta's. "How odd..." she thought, trying to remember what had happened before she slept...but it was so foggy. "I can't remember..." she sighed in disgust with herself, and crossed to her dresser to begin to get dressed. She found a tee shirt and a pair of short cut-off jean shorts, along with a bra and panties. She tried to put on her panties, but then she realized what had caused her such surprise...her tail. "My tail!" she breathed. Kami, she had a tail! "I wonder where it came from..." her thoughts trailed off as she examined it more closely than before. She could control it much like an extra arm, she found, curling it around in the air, grabbing her hair brush off of her dresser, opening drawers...it was a new, fun feeling. She wrapped her tail around her hand, and found that it was a smooth, sleek appendage, and rather pretty, for a tail. She stroked it, tracing it to where it attached to the base of her spine...it had the same sensation as being tickled...but it didn't quite feel like when Vegeta had grasped it. Bulma looked up into the mirror and blushed, remembering all to clearly her responsive reaction..."This is definitely going to be weird," she said to her reflection, and it seemed to nod back in agreement.
"Oh well, first things first...how should I do this?" The obvious answer was to cut hole for her tail...so she rummaged around in her closet till she found a pair of blue handled scissors, and cut a cross for her tail to slip through easily and painlessly. Once fully dressed, she gazed at her tail. "Well, what do I do with it?" She thought for a bit, then remembered Goku and Vegeta...the wrapped their tails around their waist. "Seems practical..." she said, and wound her silky appendage around her slim waist. She looked at her reflection once again, and laughed vainly. "Kami, even my tail looks good on me!" She winked at her appearance, then bounded out of her room and down the stairs, into the kitchen, where Vegeta sat, scowling and grumbling.
"Damn, Woman, that took long enough..." Vegeta growled. "Now, make some food before I starve." "Aww, is the poor Almighty Saiyan Prince have an empty tummy?" Bulma reached over to pinch his cheek and giggled as she turned to the refrigerator. "Damn Woman" Vegeta reiterated in his mind, his face growing darker with annoyance. "Wouldn't even hurry up to make my food...I'm the most powerful being in existence, and she mocks me! She should watch herself around a Saiyan..." he trailed off, remembering what news he had to deliver. He looked in her direction, and although her back was turned, he saw that she had wrapped her new tail around her waist, as all Saiyans do...and he couldn't help noticing how fitting the dark tail looked, so tight around her slender waist, lying low on her hips..."Hah, fitting Saiyan prince you are," he reprimanded himself, "staring at a lowly mutant Saiyan..." He chuckled...mutant...that would be fun to taunt her with later...but for now, she needed to know who she really was...and he looked at the back of her head as she turned around to face him, a sandwich in each hand.
Expecting Vegeta to be grumbling, she was surprised to find him staring intently at her face when she turned. "Hmm...this must be big," she thought to herself, as she placed a plate in front of Vegeta, and one in front of her chair. She sat down, but instead of beginning to eat, she crossed her arms, stared intently back at Vegeta, and said steadily, "Alright. I'm dressed, there's food in front of you...now tell me what I need to hear."
I didn't really have anything to say at the beginning of the chapter...I think I like this chapter better than the last...what do you think? I'm still having a bit of trouble with Vegeta's ruthlessness...but I'm starting to see it from a different perspective. I portray his inner feelings a lot, creating his hard and ruthless exterior simply as a facade to protect him...perhaps from his childhood...make sense? I think it does...I'll see what I can do. As always, reviews are like gold to my soul. :)
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Chapter 7
Vegeta looked hard into Bulma's eyes, analyzing what he saw there. "She's scared", he realized, "but a bit excited...that's good. We'll start now." He crossed his arms over his chest and began, "You will have a lot of questions, once I begin to explain, so I'd advise that you dress and come downstairs and make my lunch," he said as his stomach growled. "No breakfast," he thought bitterly, and then firmly said, "We will discuss from there." "What do you mean?? I have a tail!! You aren't going to explain?" Bulma exclaimed. "No, baka!" Vegeta's small reserve of patience was slipping. "We will continue this conversation downstairs..." A smirk crept onto is face. "...Unless you enjoy laying in front of me, nude...In that case, I believe I can come up with some different ideas..." He trailed off and gazed at her tail devilishly.
"No! Vegeta, go downstairs!!" Bulma shrieked nervously. "You never know with Vegeta," she thought, "Half of the time, I can't tell whether he's mocking me or not..." "Fine, Woman, I'll be waiting for my meal...and don't take too long!! I haven't had breakfast!" With that, he crossed to her door and closed it none too softly behind him. Bulma sighed in relief. "I'm glad he's gone...for now." It was nerve-racking enough for Vegeta to be in the same room with both of them fully clothed! Just thinking about what just happened..."He saw me naked!" she realized, shocked, ... and she couldn't help wonder, for a quick second, if he liked what he saw... "Ugh! Not Vegeta!" she said aloud, and stood up quickly for another stretch...It felt like she'd been sleeping forever. Bulma looked around her room, spying her window, her dresser, her closet, her door, a big hole in the wall, her mirror,..."Wait a minute! A big hole in the wall??" Bulma gaped at the destruction that was the wall that separated her room from Vegeta's. "What in the hell happened?"
She walked over to the wall and touched the edge, noticing that none of the wreckage was on her side of the room...it was all on Vegeta's side. Thinking quickly, she realized that the evidence proved that whatever happened to the room happened from her side, not Vegeta's. "How odd..." she thought, trying to remember what had happened before she slept...but it was so foggy. "I can't remember..." she sighed in disgust with herself, and crossed to her dresser to begin to get dressed. She found a tee shirt and a pair of short cut-off jean shorts, along with a bra and panties. She tried to put on her panties, but then she realized what had caused her such surprise...her tail. "My tail!" she breathed. Kami, she had a tail! "I wonder where it came from..." her thoughts trailed off as she examined it more closely than before. She could control it much like an extra arm, she found, curling it around in the air, grabbing her hair brush off of her dresser, opening drawers...it was a new, fun feeling. She wrapped her tail around her hand, and found that it was a smooth, sleek appendage, and rather pretty, for a tail. She stroked it, tracing it to where it attached to the base of her spine...it had the same sensation as being tickled...but it didn't quite feel like when Vegeta had grasped it. Bulma looked up into the mirror and blushed, remembering all to clearly her responsive reaction..."This is definitely going to be weird," she said to her reflection, and it seemed to nod back in agreement.
"Oh well, first things first...how should I do this?" The obvious answer was to cut hole for her tail...so she rummaged around in her closet till she found a pair of blue handled scissors, and cut a cross for her tail to slip through easily and painlessly. Once fully dressed, she gazed at her tail. "Well, what do I do with it?" She thought for a bit, then remembered Goku and Vegeta...the wrapped their tails around their waist. "Seems practical..." she said, and wound her silky appendage around her slim waist. She looked at her reflection once again, and laughed vainly. "Kami, even my tail looks good on me!" She winked at her appearance, then bounded out of her room and down the stairs, into the kitchen, where Vegeta sat, scowling and grumbling.
"Damn, Woman, that took long enough..." Vegeta growled. "Now, make some food before I starve." "Aww, is the poor Almighty Saiyan Prince have an empty tummy?" Bulma reached over to pinch his cheek and giggled as she turned to the refrigerator. "Damn Woman" Vegeta reiterated in his mind, his face growing darker with annoyance. "Wouldn't even hurry up to make my food...I'm the most powerful being in existence, and she mocks me! She should watch herself around a Saiyan..." he trailed off, remembering what news he had to deliver. He looked in her direction, and although her back was turned, he saw that she had wrapped her new tail around her waist, as all Saiyans do...and he couldn't help noticing how fitting the dark tail looked, so tight around her slender waist, lying low on her hips..."Hah, fitting Saiyan prince you are," he reprimanded himself, "staring at a lowly mutant Saiyan..." He chuckled...mutant...that would be fun to taunt her with later...but for now, she needed to know who she really was...and he looked at the back of her head as she turned around to face him, a sandwich in each hand.
Expecting Vegeta to be grumbling, she was surprised to find him staring intently at her face when she turned. "Hmm...this must be big," she thought to herself, as she placed a plate in front of Vegeta, and one in front of her chair. She sat down, but instead of beginning to eat, she crossed her arms, stared intently back at Vegeta, and said steadily, "Alright. I'm dressed, there's food in front of you...now tell me what I need to hear."
I didn't really have anything to say at the beginning of the chapter...I think I like this chapter better than the last...what do you think? I'm still having a bit of trouble with Vegeta's ruthlessness...but I'm starting to see it from a different perspective. I portray his inner feelings a lot, creating his hard and ruthless exterior simply as a facade to protect him...perhaps from his childhood...make sense? I think it does...I'll see what I can do. As always, reviews are like gold to my soul. :)
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