Chapter 11
"You have passed the test," the golden one said. "You may now return to your former selves and receive your gifts." He waved his hands and the beautiful clothes and hair disappeared.
Vegeta was a bit disappointed. He was beginning to like what Bulma was wearing.
"You have now proved yourselves. Here are your gifts back. Wear them always. You are the chosen ones. You will know when your help is needed. You may now go home." The golden one waved his hand and they appeared in a garden.
"Where are we?" Trunks asked.
"I know," Vegeta said. "This is the student garden on my campus. We're home."
"Where to you go to university Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
"TAK."
"This is my town. I live on the north side," Bulma said, pleased that she and Vegeta weren't that far away from each other.
"I live on the south," Marron said.
"So do I," Trunks said.
"Why haven't I seen you before?"
"We probably go to different schools."
"We should meet once a week at the pizza place on 3rd." Bulma said.
"That would be okay," Trunks said.
Marron nodded her head, but Vegeta didn't say a thing.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
"Fine. Can I have your number?" he answered.
"Oh, Vegeta," Bulma sounded exasperated. She pretended to walk away, but at the last minute turned around, and ran into Vegeta's arms. She kissed him passionately and
whispered, "454-2341."
"'Kay," he whispered back, letting her go. She looked at him one last time and walked away.
Marron walked over to Trunks and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"455-6754?"
"How did you know?" Trunks gasped.
"I read your mind," and Marron turned around and walked away.
Vegeta and Trunks were just standing there. They didn't know what to do. Trunks wondered if he should say good-bye, while Vegeta was thinking about the best way to ditch the kid.
"Well, bye, Vegeta," Trunks said, offering his hand to Vegeta.
"Fuck off kid," and Vegeta turned around and walked away.
THE END
(A/N)
I know this story is short, but I want to work on a Buffy fanfic. I will probably be getting a lot up over the next little while because school ends soon and stuff. Oh, before I foget. Tell me if you want to see a sequel for this. The sequel will be much better, I promise, but if no one wants one, then I won't write it, but if at least one person say's yes, then watch out for the sequel to "A Purple Rose". I don't know what it will be called, but if you check out my lookup once in a while, you should be able to see if I put one up. One more thing. Please check out my lookep for stories I want to read. If they have been writen tell me, and if you want to write one, tell me too.
Audios, hope you enjoyed the read and hope it was worth your time.
Beth
"You have passed the test," the golden one said. "You may now return to your former selves and receive your gifts." He waved his hands and the beautiful clothes and hair disappeared.
Vegeta was a bit disappointed. He was beginning to like what Bulma was wearing.
"You have now proved yourselves. Here are your gifts back. Wear them always. You are the chosen ones. You will know when your help is needed. You may now go home." The golden one waved his hand and they appeared in a garden.
"Where are we?" Trunks asked.
"I know," Vegeta said. "This is the student garden on my campus. We're home."
"Where to you go to university Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
"TAK."
"This is my town. I live on the north side," Bulma said, pleased that she and Vegeta weren't that far away from each other.
"I live on the south," Marron said.
"So do I," Trunks said.
"Why haven't I seen you before?"
"We probably go to different schools."
"We should meet once a week at the pizza place on 3rd." Bulma said.
"That would be okay," Trunks said.
Marron nodded her head, but Vegeta didn't say a thing.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
"Fine. Can I have your number?" he answered.
"Oh, Vegeta," Bulma sounded exasperated. She pretended to walk away, but at the last minute turned around, and ran into Vegeta's arms. She kissed him passionately and
whispered, "454-2341."
"'Kay," he whispered back, letting her go. She looked at him one last time and walked away.
Marron walked over to Trunks and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"455-6754?"
"How did you know?" Trunks gasped.
"I read your mind," and Marron turned around and walked away.
Vegeta and Trunks were just standing there. They didn't know what to do. Trunks wondered if he should say good-bye, while Vegeta was thinking about the best way to ditch the kid.
"Well, bye, Vegeta," Trunks said, offering his hand to Vegeta.
"Fuck off kid," and Vegeta turned around and walked away.
THE END
(A/N)
I know this story is short, but I want to work on a Buffy fanfic. I will probably be getting a lot up over the next little while because school ends soon and stuff. Oh, before I foget. Tell me if you want to see a sequel for this. The sequel will be much better, I promise, but if no one wants one, then I won't write it, but if at least one person say's yes, then watch out for the sequel to "A Purple Rose". I don't know what it will be called, but if you check out my lookup once in a while, you should be able to see if I put one up. One more thing. Please check out my lookep for stories I want to read. If they have been writen tell me, and if you want to write one, tell me too.
Audios, hope you enjoyed the read and hope it was worth your time.
Beth