Lemons N' Whipped Cream,
Chapter three.
Disclaim: Like I said in chapter one, I own one person, and he's about to come into play. Just not sure when, but he's very important! Other than him, DBZ does not belong to me.
AN: I'm happy that I got more reviews in my second one, then I did in my first one. Thanks!
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Vegeta paced frantically around his room. He didn't think he loved bulma this much, but apparently he did. He ached for the feeling of her innocent fingers caressing his cheek. She put up with so much of his shit, and she was still with him. He growled low in his throat and punched his wall, his fist being buried in to the plaster 4 inches.
"BULMA! WHERE ARE YOU!!!"
Vegeta's eyes widened as he remembered something bulma had told him while they were eating out for dinner.
-------flash back--------
"Um..Vegeta?"
"Yea babe?"
"uh..well...um..yamcha is kind of..well..well..."
"Say it Hun, Yamcha's what?"
"He's beginning to scare me...he..he won't leave me alone at times..."
"That bastard, do you want me to set him straight?"
------end of flash back-----
Vegeta remember he never got around to doing that. His chest heaved with anger,* I wonder if he has anything to do with this...* Vegeta raced off to Yamchas house. His veins pumping with anger.
Bulma sobbed as she tried to free herself from the ropes. The man bulma knew nothing about kept laughing at her and mumbling something about payback. He didn't tell her who he was or where they were...but from the looks of it, it seemed like a really big wine basement of some ones house. It was damp, and cold and not the place Bulma wanted to die in.
"What do you want with me! I've done nothing to you...or anyone...why....I just want to go home..."
"Shut up, Wench. Your part of the problem, that's why your here. Do you want to know the whole story, huh?! Fine...I'll tell you. I guess you have a right, since you have no idea what's going on."
The man cleared his throat and began to walk around Bulma's chair.
"you see, your little boyfriend, Vegeta, has something to do with this...actually, he is the reason I'm doing this. See..your boyfriend made a really bad mistake before he moved here. As you know, he's a drug dealer, and he worked for me. He would sell my drugs and give me the money. And I would get rich off that bitch because all the whores loved him and would buy stuff from him. But see...he began to blow me off, telling me that he would get my money soon...then when it had been too long with out my money, I got my guys and we went to his house, only to find out that he had moved, that little bitch. It took so fucking long to track the dickhead down, when we finally found him, I had one of my men follow him, to see what he was up to. I found out that he was making his own business, making alot more money then I ever did. I also learned that he was going out with you. So I had another one of my men following you to see if you were in this stupid little scam too. But you weren't, so I figured the only way I could get my revenge and my money ...was to take you."
Bulma whimpered, looking at him. Vegeta never mentioned anything about his last home. All she knew was that life wasn't that great there. She knew somewhat of his business he had going on, because her friends were in it. But that was all. *So that's why he has so much money*
"See Bulma....Vegeta never learned that when you mess with me,...you have hell to pay."
He chuckled evilly, making bulma lean away from him. he patted her cheek a little too hard, and left the room. Leaving Bulma there alone, to dwell in her thoughts.
"Yamcha, open this fucking door right Now!"
"Dude, calm down. Ism coming. Fucking A..."
When Yamcha opened the door he was met by Vegeta's fist slamming into his jaw, sending him falling backwards.
Vegeta stepped in and growled down at Yamcha.
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
"Who you bastard?!
Yamcha stood up, rubbing his jaw. Wondering what the hell was going on and why he got punched in the jaw.
"You know damn well. Bulma, she's been missing for about a day and a half now. Tell me where the fuck she is!"
"Dude, I never even knew she was gone, aite? so just calm down, smoke a blunt or something and explain to me what's going on."
Vegeta stared at him, then decided that beating the shit out of Yamcha wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he just sat down on the guy's couch. Holding his head in his hands,
"She's gone. I haven't seen her anywhere, since that day I was in a bad mood. When you guys were getting high off your fucking shit."
"Arite...well that's the last time I saw her too...I don't keep track of her, dude."
"You seem to enjoy bugging her...from what I here.''
Yamchas face fell. He didn't think Bulma had the guts to tell vegeta about that.
.
"Huh? what are you talking about man?"
"don't give me that shit. She tells me what you do to her. I just never really believed it. But from the look on your face you better not fucking touch her ever again!
"Hey now... it's not my fault she's attractive, Arite?"
"Just stay away, got it?"
"Yea, yea...whatever man."
Vegeta got up and left, making sure he slammed Yamcha's door shut. He was still mad, because he didn't get any answers from Yamcha. Where on earth was Bulma?
Yamcha growled to himself, still sitting there, even though Vegeta was long gone. Knowing that he couldn't get near bulma ever again now. He had underestimated bulma and that was his fault.* Oh well, there's plenty more girls out there...*, Yamcha heard the phone ring and got up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Meet me at the corner of your street at eight o'clock sharp. Be there. Or else."
"What the fuck?"
Yamcha was answered by the click of the phone, then looked at the clock, it was seven fifty. He had 10 minutes to wonder if he should go or stay. He shrugged and grabbed a coat, and walked out the front door, all the while wondering what the hell this was about.
Okay, I'm getting tired. Sorry this is kind of short. But school is interfering, as well as my boyfriend. Hehe
Yea...I hoped you liked this chapter!
Chapter three.
Disclaim: Like I said in chapter one, I own one person, and he's about to come into play. Just not sure when, but he's very important! Other than him, DBZ does not belong to me.
AN: I'm happy that I got more reviews in my second one, then I did in my first one. Thanks!
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Vegeta paced frantically around his room. He didn't think he loved bulma this much, but apparently he did. He ached for the feeling of her innocent fingers caressing his cheek. She put up with so much of his shit, and she was still with him. He growled low in his throat and punched his wall, his fist being buried in to the plaster 4 inches.
"BULMA! WHERE ARE YOU!!!"
Vegeta's eyes widened as he remembered something bulma had told him while they were eating out for dinner.
-------flash back--------
"Um..Vegeta?"
"Yea babe?"
"uh..well...um..yamcha is kind of..well..well..."
"Say it Hun, Yamcha's what?"
"He's beginning to scare me...he..he won't leave me alone at times..."
"That bastard, do you want me to set him straight?"
------end of flash back-----
Vegeta remember he never got around to doing that. His chest heaved with anger,* I wonder if he has anything to do with this...* Vegeta raced off to Yamchas house. His veins pumping with anger.
Bulma sobbed as she tried to free herself from the ropes. The man bulma knew nothing about kept laughing at her and mumbling something about payback. He didn't tell her who he was or where they were...but from the looks of it, it seemed like a really big wine basement of some ones house. It was damp, and cold and not the place Bulma wanted to die in.
"What do you want with me! I've done nothing to you...or anyone...why....I just want to go home..."
"Shut up, Wench. Your part of the problem, that's why your here. Do you want to know the whole story, huh?! Fine...I'll tell you. I guess you have a right, since you have no idea what's going on."
The man cleared his throat and began to walk around Bulma's chair.
"you see, your little boyfriend, Vegeta, has something to do with this...actually, he is the reason I'm doing this. See..your boyfriend made a really bad mistake before he moved here. As you know, he's a drug dealer, and he worked for me. He would sell my drugs and give me the money. And I would get rich off that bitch because all the whores loved him and would buy stuff from him. But see...he began to blow me off, telling me that he would get my money soon...then when it had been too long with out my money, I got my guys and we went to his house, only to find out that he had moved, that little bitch. It took so fucking long to track the dickhead down, when we finally found him, I had one of my men follow him, to see what he was up to. I found out that he was making his own business, making alot more money then I ever did. I also learned that he was going out with you. So I had another one of my men following you to see if you were in this stupid little scam too. But you weren't, so I figured the only way I could get my revenge and my money ...was to take you."
Bulma whimpered, looking at him. Vegeta never mentioned anything about his last home. All she knew was that life wasn't that great there. She knew somewhat of his business he had going on, because her friends were in it. But that was all. *So that's why he has so much money*
"See Bulma....Vegeta never learned that when you mess with me,...you have hell to pay."
He chuckled evilly, making bulma lean away from him. he patted her cheek a little too hard, and left the room. Leaving Bulma there alone, to dwell in her thoughts.
"Yamcha, open this fucking door right Now!"
"Dude, calm down. Ism coming. Fucking A..."
When Yamcha opened the door he was met by Vegeta's fist slamming into his jaw, sending him falling backwards.
Vegeta stepped in and growled down at Yamcha.
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
"Who you bastard?!
Yamcha stood up, rubbing his jaw. Wondering what the hell was going on and why he got punched in the jaw.
"You know damn well. Bulma, she's been missing for about a day and a half now. Tell me where the fuck she is!"
"Dude, I never even knew she was gone, aite? so just calm down, smoke a blunt or something and explain to me what's going on."
Vegeta stared at him, then decided that beating the shit out of Yamcha wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he just sat down on the guy's couch. Holding his head in his hands,
"She's gone. I haven't seen her anywhere, since that day I was in a bad mood. When you guys were getting high off your fucking shit."
"Arite...well that's the last time I saw her too...I don't keep track of her, dude."
"You seem to enjoy bugging her...from what I here.''
Yamchas face fell. He didn't think Bulma had the guts to tell vegeta about that.
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"Huh? what are you talking about man?"
"don't give me that shit. She tells me what you do to her. I just never really believed it. But from the look on your face you better not fucking touch her ever again!
"Hey now... it's not my fault she's attractive, Arite?"
"Just stay away, got it?"
"Yea, yea...whatever man."
Vegeta got up and left, making sure he slammed Yamcha's door shut. He was still mad, because he didn't get any answers from Yamcha. Where on earth was Bulma?
Yamcha growled to himself, still sitting there, even though Vegeta was long gone. Knowing that he couldn't get near bulma ever again now. He had underestimated bulma and that was his fault.* Oh well, there's plenty more girls out there...*, Yamcha heard the phone ring and got up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Meet me at the corner of your street at eight o'clock sharp. Be there. Or else."
"What the fuck?"
Yamcha was answered by the click of the phone, then looked at the clock, it was seven fifty. He had 10 minutes to wonder if he should go or stay. He shrugged and grabbed a coat, and walked out the front door, all the while wondering what the hell this was about.
Okay, I'm getting tired. Sorry this is kind of short. But school is interfering, as well as my boyfriend. Hehe
Yea...I hoped you liked this chapter!