~Yawn~ Guten Abend, personnen! Ich bin sehr mude, aber Ich will schreib für
dich! Ja, das ist Deutsch, aber Ich muss schreib das für meine Deutche
Klasse! Danke schon zum Supersonic, Raye, Smf, Sharem, Me, und WindRider-
Damia!
Das ist alle für jezte!
Chapter 2: Hold it for a little longer!
Bulma Briefs hiked her child up further on her hips and glared at the man she was /supposed/ to be 'bonded' to, which meant a bit much to her and obviously nothing to him. She was trying her best to stare him down to size, but from the looks of it, that stubborn Saiyan [- - Yes, I know there are many ways to spell Saiyan and mine probably isn't the RIGHT way; however, I'm spelling it this way, and I do hope your life won't be in too much turmoil if I keep the spelling this way. Thank you for your time.] could stand there and pointedly ignore her for however long he wanted to.
"Vegeta," She began, "if you don't plan on spending some time with your /son/ and /mate/, then why are you here to begin with?"
"You have a Gravity Machine. I train it in to get stronger to defeat Cell."
She narrowed her eyes. "If you don't at least /talk/ to me, I'm never feeding you again." Now she had him.
Vegeta merely glanced at her, bothered-annoyed, probably-and turned his back to her. "I am talking to you now, and I can easily go find some food on my own. Your cooking is well beneath my standards, anyhow." Before blasting off, he added: "Besides, the brat is more yours than mine." And he was gone.
Her right eye twitched before she let out a primal scream. "Vegeta! You no good, loud-mouthed, pig-brained, egotistical, ignorant, spoiled little monkey! I /dare/ you to show your sorry-although cute and nicely shaped- butt back here while I'm alive and kicking! VEGETA! I know you hear me! Argh!" She stomped her foot, determined to calm down just as her little baby began to wail.
"Shh." Bulma hugged the small infant closer and whirled around to go inside her home, otherwise known as Capsule Corp. "Big-headed, arrogant little- you're just like an open, festering sore you long-winded pile of worm- infested cow dung!" She kept mumbling little bits of this and that while stomping into her home and slamming the door shut.
~*~*~
Serena shook her head, trying to clear it, as cars passed her and Sammy while they sat, lost, on the side of the busy highway road.
"I /told/ you to let me drive, but /no/, you had to act like the average twelve-year-old and try to be all grown and stubborn like the idiot you are! Now we're /lost/!"
"News flash, twerp: if you had been driving, we'd be dead or worse right now."
Sammy scowled. "How can you be worse than dead?"
"I didn't let you drive so we're not going to find out, now are we?" She pulled out a map from the glove box of the hover car and frowned down at it. "We're on Highway 32, so if we kept driving straight past the next exit, we'd end up-"
"Just as lost as we are right now! Give it up lame brain, we're as good as- "
She glared daggers at her younger brother. "If you say lost one more time." Leaving the sentence to dangle in the air a minute or two, she tossed the map back into the glove box and leaned against the hover car. 'Now what do we do? I can't call anybody because not only do I not have a cell phone, I don't know the numbers to any of my relatives off the top of my head. I couldn't hitch hike me and Sammy anywhere. Like I'd trust half the people who drive these days.' Serena looked at Sammy who busied himself with kicking dirt clods onto the road and watching, in boyish fascination, as cars ran the little pieces of earth over and smashed them into thousands of particles.
"That's it, we're just going to keep driving until the gas runs out." Grabbing her brother, she practically threw him into the hover car.
"Jeez, why are you in such a hurry to get us more lost?" Sammy rubbed his arm and put on his seat belt.
Serena seethed angrily, but refused to look at her brother. "Just shut up 'till I tell you that you can talk, okay? We're not lost, and I am /not/ going to stand on the side of the road and watch you kick dirt on the street. For all I know, you'll try to get run over just because you think it's funny."
Sammy shot his sister an icy look but didn't say a word. 'Ugly little piece of worm guts.'
"I heard that!"
"I didn't say anything!"
"Yeah, well, stop thinking whatever you're thinking, because whenever you think, something always goes wrong."
"That doesn't make sense, Serena." Sammy muttered dryly.
"Did I say you could talk yet?"
"No, but-"
"QUIET! I have to THINK!" Serena smirked to herself. Ah, being the older child-life was bliss.
::5 minutes later::
Sammy squirmed in his seat, placing his feet up on the dashboard of the hover car. He then crossed his legs and squeezed his seat, only to uncross his legs and tap, loudly, on the window of the hover car. The boy was about to cross his legs again until his sister's yelling stopped him. He glowered at her. "What do you mean 'what am I doing?'"
Serena took her eyes off of the road for a minute to frown at him. "Exactly what I said, moron."
"What does it /look/ like I'm doing, stupid?"
She shot a look at him. "Trying to relieve yourself."
"Bingo."
It took a moment for her to comprehend what her brother had said, but when she did: "WHAT?! Not in MY car you won't! Get out!" She inched closer to her window and gave him her deadliest look.
"It's not your car." Sammy squeezed his legs close together in a tight embrace, wincing. "Serena, I gotta pee."
"Aim it out the window!"
He stared, shocked, at her. "Serena! I'm not kidding!"
She was as close to her window as she could get. "Neither am I! That's gross, Sammy!" She snapped.
"What? You've never had to pee before?" He narrowed his eyes. "You're the biggest liar in the world."
"I've had to pee, but I've been able to hold it before. Can't you hold it?"
"I have been! I really gotta pee! NOW!" Sammy unbuckled his seat beat and thrashed around. "I gotta-"
"Shut up! Hold on, I'll pull over." She looked around for somewhere to stop and saw an upcoming exit ramp. "You're lucky there's an exit here or I would have had to keep driving."
"And I would have had to pee in mom's car." The words came out pinched and high-pitched. "I gotta pee!"
She inched even closer, without moving, to her window. "I know! I'm going as fast as I can without killing us. Just hold it for a little longer."
Sammy spied the gas petal and grinned through his pee-pains. "You're not going as fast as you /could/ go!" Before his sister could stop him, he crushed her foot with his own and the car flew up the exit ramp.
And up. And up. And up. And up.
And then it went down. And down. And down. And down. And-
"SAMMY! YOU WRITHING SPLATTER OF VOMIT!! WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Serena's screams got louder with each foot they fell.
Sammy laughed happily, his having to pee forgotten for the moment. "Whee! This is so cool! It's just like a roller coaster, Sere! Yay!"
~*~*~
Bulma had just put her baby down for a nap and, clad in her swim wear, was getting ready for a relaxing dip in the pool. 'Man, I feel sorta bad. I mean, all the guys are training for Cell and I'm sitting here in a scanty bathing suit, enjoying the sun's warm rays and looking younger than ever.' She laughed aloud. "HA! Take THAT all you lifeless, gray, weary house- mothers! THIS mama's lookin' good!" With a little bounce in her step, Bulma dipped her toe into her cold pool.
"This is going to be nice."
Ha.
Just as Bulma bent her knees to do a clean dive, a shrill whistling sound caught her attention. For a moment, her heart sped up a pace because that was the sound Vegeta made whenever he landed from flying.
But it wasn't Vegeta.
No, instead of her dream guy-grouchy, life-deprived as he was-Bulma was rewarded with two screaming children and a hover car that looked large enough to crush her.
So, naturally, she moved.
And the vehicle landed straight in her pool.
The dazed look in her eyes vanished as she found herself drenched in water from head to toe, shivering and mumbling little sentences. Peering over into the water, she cursed.
"There goes my relaxation period!" And she dove into the blue liquid.
~*~*~
Hehe, that was fun to write! I'm not so sleepy anymore! As for the language that was written at the beginning of this chapter, I was practicing for my German exam-or final, same thing-so you might be seeing that more until I've taken it. Don't worry, I'll tell you what I'm saying.
Or maybe I wont.
Anyhow, review! Und guten abend, kinder!
~azure_chan~ =^.^=
Das ist alle für jezte!
Chapter 2: Hold it for a little longer!
Bulma Briefs hiked her child up further on her hips and glared at the man she was /supposed/ to be 'bonded' to, which meant a bit much to her and obviously nothing to him. She was trying her best to stare him down to size, but from the looks of it, that stubborn Saiyan [- - Yes, I know there are many ways to spell Saiyan and mine probably isn't the RIGHT way; however, I'm spelling it this way, and I do hope your life won't be in too much turmoil if I keep the spelling this way. Thank you for your time.] could stand there and pointedly ignore her for however long he wanted to.
"Vegeta," She began, "if you don't plan on spending some time with your /son/ and /mate/, then why are you here to begin with?"
"You have a Gravity Machine. I train it in to get stronger to defeat Cell."
She narrowed her eyes. "If you don't at least /talk/ to me, I'm never feeding you again." Now she had him.
Vegeta merely glanced at her, bothered-annoyed, probably-and turned his back to her. "I am talking to you now, and I can easily go find some food on my own. Your cooking is well beneath my standards, anyhow." Before blasting off, he added: "Besides, the brat is more yours than mine." And he was gone.
Her right eye twitched before she let out a primal scream. "Vegeta! You no good, loud-mouthed, pig-brained, egotistical, ignorant, spoiled little monkey! I /dare/ you to show your sorry-although cute and nicely shaped- butt back here while I'm alive and kicking! VEGETA! I know you hear me! Argh!" She stomped her foot, determined to calm down just as her little baby began to wail.
"Shh." Bulma hugged the small infant closer and whirled around to go inside her home, otherwise known as Capsule Corp. "Big-headed, arrogant little- you're just like an open, festering sore you long-winded pile of worm- infested cow dung!" She kept mumbling little bits of this and that while stomping into her home and slamming the door shut.
~*~*~
Serena shook her head, trying to clear it, as cars passed her and Sammy while they sat, lost, on the side of the busy highway road.
"I /told/ you to let me drive, but /no/, you had to act like the average twelve-year-old and try to be all grown and stubborn like the idiot you are! Now we're /lost/!"
"News flash, twerp: if you had been driving, we'd be dead or worse right now."
Sammy scowled. "How can you be worse than dead?"
"I didn't let you drive so we're not going to find out, now are we?" She pulled out a map from the glove box of the hover car and frowned down at it. "We're on Highway 32, so if we kept driving straight past the next exit, we'd end up-"
"Just as lost as we are right now! Give it up lame brain, we're as good as- "
She glared daggers at her younger brother. "If you say lost one more time." Leaving the sentence to dangle in the air a minute or two, she tossed the map back into the glove box and leaned against the hover car. 'Now what do we do? I can't call anybody because not only do I not have a cell phone, I don't know the numbers to any of my relatives off the top of my head. I couldn't hitch hike me and Sammy anywhere. Like I'd trust half the people who drive these days.' Serena looked at Sammy who busied himself with kicking dirt clods onto the road and watching, in boyish fascination, as cars ran the little pieces of earth over and smashed them into thousands of particles.
"That's it, we're just going to keep driving until the gas runs out." Grabbing her brother, she practically threw him into the hover car.
"Jeez, why are you in such a hurry to get us more lost?" Sammy rubbed his arm and put on his seat belt.
Serena seethed angrily, but refused to look at her brother. "Just shut up 'till I tell you that you can talk, okay? We're not lost, and I am /not/ going to stand on the side of the road and watch you kick dirt on the street. For all I know, you'll try to get run over just because you think it's funny."
Sammy shot his sister an icy look but didn't say a word. 'Ugly little piece of worm guts.'
"I heard that!"
"I didn't say anything!"
"Yeah, well, stop thinking whatever you're thinking, because whenever you think, something always goes wrong."
"That doesn't make sense, Serena." Sammy muttered dryly.
"Did I say you could talk yet?"
"No, but-"
"QUIET! I have to THINK!" Serena smirked to herself. Ah, being the older child-life was bliss.
::5 minutes later::
Sammy squirmed in his seat, placing his feet up on the dashboard of the hover car. He then crossed his legs and squeezed his seat, only to uncross his legs and tap, loudly, on the window of the hover car. The boy was about to cross his legs again until his sister's yelling stopped him. He glowered at her. "What do you mean 'what am I doing?'"
Serena took her eyes off of the road for a minute to frown at him. "Exactly what I said, moron."
"What does it /look/ like I'm doing, stupid?"
She shot a look at him. "Trying to relieve yourself."
"Bingo."
It took a moment for her to comprehend what her brother had said, but when she did: "WHAT?! Not in MY car you won't! Get out!" She inched closer to her window and gave him her deadliest look.
"It's not your car." Sammy squeezed his legs close together in a tight embrace, wincing. "Serena, I gotta pee."
"Aim it out the window!"
He stared, shocked, at her. "Serena! I'm not kidding!"
She was as close to her window as she could get. "Neither am I! That's gross, Sammy!" She snapped.
"What? You've never had to pee before?" He narrowed his eyes. "You're the biggest liar in the world."
"I've had to pee, but I've been able to hold it before. Can't you hold it?"
"I have been! I really gotta pee! NOW!" Sammy unbuckled his seat beat and thrashed around. "I gotta-"
"Shut up! Hold on, I'll pull over." She looked around for somewhere to stop and saw an upcoming exit ramp. "You're lucky there's an exit here or I would have had to keep driving."
"And I would have had to pee in mom's car." The words came out pinched and high-pitched. "I gotta pee!"
She inched even closer, without moving, to her window. "I know! I'm going as fast as I can without killing us. Just hold it for a little longer."
Sammy spied the gas petal and grinned through his pee-pains. "You're not going as fast as you /could/ go!" Before his sister could stop him, he crushed her foot with his own and the car flew up the exit ramp.
And up. And up. And up. And up.
And then it went down. And down. And down. And down. And-
"SAMMY! YOU WRITHING SPLATTER OF VOMIT!! WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Serena's screams got louder with each foot they fell.
Sammy laughed happily, his having to pee forgotten for the moment. "Whee! This is so cool! It's just like a roller coaster, Sere! Yay!"
~*~*~
Bulma had just put her baby down for a nap and, clad in her swim wear, was getting ready for a relaxing dip in the pool. 'Man, I feel sorta bad. I mean, all the guys are training for Cell and I'm sitting here in a scanty bathing suit, enjoying the sun's warm rays and looking younger than ever.' She laughed aloud. "HA! Take THAT all you lifeless, gray, weary house- mothers! THIS mama's lookin' good!" With a little bounce in her step, Bulma dipped her toe into her cold pool.
"This is going to be nice."
Ha.
Just as Bulma bent her knees to do a clean dive, a shrill whistling sound caught her attention. For a moment, her heart sped up a pace because that was the sound Vegeta made whenever he landed from flying.
But it wasn't Vegeta.
No, instead of her dream guy-grouchy, life-deprived as he was-Bulma was rewarded with two screaming children and a hover car that looked large enough to crush her.
So, naturally, she moved.
And the vehicle landed straight in her pool.
The dazed look in her eyes vanished as she found herself drenched in water from head to toe, shivering and mumbling little sentences. Peering over into the water, she cursed.
"There goes my relaxation period!" And she dove into the blue liquid.
~*~*~
Hehe, that was fun to write! I'm not so sleepy anymore! As for the language that was written at the beginning of this chapter, I was practicing for my German exam-or final, same thing-so you might be seeing that more until I've taken it. Don't worry, I'll tell you what I'm saying.
Or maybe I wont.
Anyhow, review! Und guten abend, kinder!
~azure_chan~ =^.^=