A/N: Welcome to Chapter 7! Some of you wonderful reviewers were wondering
how exactly Bulma managed to regenerate Vegeta's tail, so I decided to
explain a little earlier than I had planned. Also, Bulma's tail is the same
as a normal saiyan's except for the color and I'm sorry if I made it seem
any different in the beginning.
Disclaimer: Yeah I own DragonballZ/GT, all of Clamp, Megami Kouhosei, Rurouni Kenshin and any thing else I feel like ripping off! ;P Mwahahahaha
Love By Another Name~
Chapter 7. Sharing The Wealth
True to her own prophesy, it had indeed been a long night. She was currently trying to drown out the sound of banging on her bedroom door, cognizant of the offender to her ears. Sending a wayward glance to her clock she moaned at the reading of 7am.
*Unfeeling bastard! Thanks to him I couldn't get to sleep until 4.. And hasn't he ever heard of sleeping in?!* The cerulean woman rolled lazily over and became even more tangled in her bedding. She slowed her breathing and laid her tail carelessly off the side of her mattress.
The next noise Bulma heard was of her door slamming open. Angry footsteps made their way to her bedside. "Get off your lazy ass woman, I know you're awake!" Vegeta bellowed.
She cursed mentally but refused to give up the charade. "So that's the way you want to play, eh onna? Well, I see you need a little encouragement." In one fluid movement he yanked her to the floor, sheets and all. Her ki spiked significantly when she hit the ground, hard, but that was the only outward sign of her awareness.. that and her growling.
"Aww is the poor little onna mad at the mean ol' ouji?" He taunted before breaking into peels of evil laughter.
*That's it!* Bulma pounced on the unsuspecting saiyan and knocked him down, she was absolutely livid and bared her fangs at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" She stated, more than inquired, with a few agitated lashed of her tail.
After a few more moments of amusement Vegeta took a good look at his attacker. Her hair was ruffled and unkempt due to hours of tossing and turning, her fangs were sharp and.. wait a second.. fangs?! "Woman when the hell did you grow those?"
"Grow what?" The female questioned as her demeanor swiftly changed from that of maddened lunacy to curiosity.
"Those." He motioned to her enlarged canines and pushed her into a sitting position.
Bulma felt them with her tongue, "Huh, hell if I know. This morning I guess." She caught the weird look on his face, "Why?"
*Shit shit shit! I can't believe this is happening! Oh, next time I see that old green freak I am going to give him a one-way ticket to the afterlife. Dragonballs or no.*
"Why?" She repeated with a bit of worry.
"When do Chikyuu females experience their mating cycle?"
"Well we don't exactly have mating cycles but I think our equivalent would be one that most of us go through monthly. Why?" Asking for the third time.
His countenance contorted into one of pure horror before returning to its normal state of indifference. With an emotionless voice he said, "I need to train." and leapt out her window.
"That was weird." She stated to herself and decided to track him down later.
~*~
After taking a brisk shower, the azure endowed female began rummaging through her closet. *Hmm.. Not this.* She brushed aside a pair of dark baggy jeans and red shirt. *Here we go!* Pulling forth some tight black leather pants and a midnight blue top, she formed an evil grin.
Bulma didn't know what it was that made her wish to dress so provocatively today but decided to go with it, those pants always gave her an ego boost and after last night she needed to regain her bits of lost pride. She swirled her locks high on her head, secured them with a lone chopstick, and stepped into a pair of high-heeled sandals.
The now clothed woman took a quick peek into her full-length mirror. *Let's see that bastard try something like that again!* Smoothing the fur on her tail she slid down the banister and trotted to the phone.
"Hey Chi!" Bulma squealed when her friend finally answered.
"Well someone is awfully perky! I am surprised you're in the land of the living, let alone full of energy!" She replied with a smile in her voice.
"I know! Normally I pass out again when I finish feeding Veg-head but I guess I've finally gotten used to it.. Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something but not over the phone, say over breakfast or something?"
*Hmm maybe she's finally going to spill it about that mystery guy!* "That sounds great Bulma but I've already had it, the curse of living with two hyperactive saiyans." She chuckled. "How does a cup of coffee sound?"
"Great! I'll see you at Starbucks in an hour, ok?"
"Perfect, see you then! Bye."
"Bye Chi." She placed the phone back in its home on the kitchen wall and stepped out the sliding glass door.
The familiar hum of the GR caressed her skin while a flash of light would occasionally burst from its windows. Bulma strode to the metal door and pounded on it with all her might. She was more than a bit surprised when it gave way and landed with a thud on the ground. *Guess I didn't know my own strength.*
~*~
He had been training in 300 times normal gravity for over an hour now and still was in a state of unbridled dread. *Now I have to tell the woman about 'the birds and the bees', as these humans call it. How the HFIL am I going to keep her controlled? I might even have to do something unthinkable, like ask for Kakkarot's aide.* Vegeta shuddered at the thought and slowly gained altitude against the immense pressure.
An emotionless female voice suddenly came on over the system, announcing the emergency shutdown function had been initiated. Vegeta slammed into the ceiling hard and landed on the floor with a growl.
He looked to the entrance and saw the onna standing in front of a ruined door with her fist still in the rapping position. The prince stood and proceeded to examine the shocked female's handiwork. It was completely trashed, as if she had been cutting through butter. *I guess the onna did get more than a tail.*
"It does open on it's own you know." He stated matter-of-factly and watched her flush in embarrassment. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing escaped her lips.
"Yes?" Vegeta said, irritated.
"Oh, um.. I wanted to tell you that I'm going out with ChiChi for a little while and I should be back by lunchtime."
"You broke down the damned door to tell me that?" He inquired incredulously as her blush darkened a few more shades.
"Urgh, NEVERMIND!" She turned on her heels and headed for her lab. "I don't even know why I bother."
Bulma grabbed a capsule marked "I.T." from her desk and gave it a quick kiss before placing it in her purse. She tossed another in the driveway and watched it explode into a dark blue mustang ('67 Shelby GT 500 to be precise) with white racing stripes. :: A/N: I figured if I can have that car somewhere other than in my dreams than so be it! ::
Vegeta watched the woman jump effortlessly through the driver's side window, feet first, and rev the engine. "Listen to my baby purr!" She shouted with pride and peeled out of Capsule Corp grinning.
~*~
ChiChi had been sipping on her latte for nearly ten minutes when her blue- haired friend waltzed through the door. She flagged her down and kicked out the chair across the table.
"Hey girl! Been here long?" Bulma asked, taking the offered seat.
"Not really, only about 15. One of the hazards of using instant transmission." She smiled warmly and took another sip. "Don't you think that outfit is a bit much for 9 in the morning?"
Bulma glanced down at herself and chuckled nervously. "Oh, I guess so. I don't know what it was that made me want to wear this but I figured I had enough money to knock off anyone who had a problem with it." The uneasy glances shot at her caused the pair to laugh.
"So what did you want to talk about B?" The raven-haired female held her breath in expectation.
"Duh!" She smacked herself in the head, purpose remembered. "Boy do I have a present for you!" Bulma rummaged through her purse excitedly and brought forth a capsule. The genius held it in front of her friend's face and smiled as if it contained the answer to all the world's problems.
*Urgh! I wanted some info! I guess I'll just have to beat it out of her...* ChiChi poked it with a disappointed finger. "Yeah, so what is it?"
"Just watch!" Her mood was unfazed by her companion's lack of enthusiasm. Bulma dropped it on the table with a click, revealing a small jar marked I.T.
"Ok..." ChiChi was not impressed.
"It's called Instant Tail. I used some of it in an injection form to regenerate Vegeta's. I made a lotion version for you to use on Son-kun... due to his unhealthy aversion to needles... Just massage a little into the place where his tail used to be and voila! Instant Tail!"
"Now just why the HFIL would I want to do that?" She mentally pictured her beloved Goku transforming into a giant ape and squishing her while she slept.
"Oh Chi, Chi, Chi.." Bulma started, her head shaking. " You have no idea how drastically you will change your mind the second I finish explaining everything."
The housewife crossed her arms in disbelief. "I don't see how anything you could possibly say would make me want to bring that horrible thing back!"
Bulma formed an evil grin. "Is that a fact? Well, allow me to prove you wrong." The discussion began.
*~Meanwhile~*
He shifted uneasily on the doorstep. *What am I doing here?* A picture of Bulma flashed through his mind. The man sighed angrily and raised his hand, unsurprised when the door opened before his fist had made contact.
A/N: Who's that guy and where the hell is he? Can anyone guess? Shouldn't be too hard. Plus Bulma is going to be getting some serious payback shortly! ;P Remember, reviews equal chapters! I only wrote this one this fast because of them... and the fact that Sakura-chan threatened to probe me with her dorky parasol! LOL Anyway, I am going to try and change the summary to this fic but if anyone can come up with something good PLEASE let me know! I didn't want to give away the transformation of Bulma into a saiyan so it has been a pain in the ass coming up with one! I should have another up soon and thanks again!
Ja!!
MOV ;P
Disclaimer: Yeah I own DragonballZ/GT, all of Clamp, Megami Kouhosei, Rurouni Kenshin and any thing else I feel like ripping off! ;P Mwahahahaha
Love By Another Name~
Chapter 7. Sharing The Wealth
True to her own prophesy, it had indeed been a long night. She was currently trying to drown out the sound of banging on her bedroom door, cognizant of the offender to her ears. Sending a wayward glance to her clock she moaned at the reading of 7am.
*Unfeeling bastard! Thanks to him I couldn't get to sleep until 4.. And hasn't he ever heard of sleeping in?!* The cerulean woman rolled lazily over and became even more tangled in her bedding. She slowed her breathing and laid her tail carelessly off the side of her mattress.
The next noise Bulma heard was of her door slamming open. Angry footsteps made their way to her bedside. "Get off your lazy ass woman, I know you're awake!" Vegeta bellowed.
She cursed mentally but refused to give up the charade. "So that's the way you want to play, eh onna? Well, I see you need a little encouragement." In one fluid movement he yanked her to the floor, sheets and all. Her ki spiked significantly when she hit the ground, hard, but that was the only outward sign of her awareness.. that and her growling.
"Aww is the poor little onna mad at the mean ol' ouji?" He taunted before breaking into peels of evil laughter.
*That's it!* Bulma pounced on the unsuspecting saiyan and knocked him down, she was absolutely livid and bared her fangs at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" She stated, more than inquired, with a few agitated lashed of her tail.
After a few more moments of amusement Vegeta took a good look at his attacker. Her hair was ruffled and unkempt due to hours of tossing and turning, her fangs were sharp and.. wait a second.. fangs?! "Woman when the hell did you grow those?"
"Grow what?" The female questioned as her demeanor swiftly changed from that of maddened lunacy to curiosity.
"Those." He motioned to her enlarged canines and pushed her into a sitting position.
Bulma felt them with her tongue, "Huh, hell if I know. This morning I guess." She caught the weird look on his face, "Why?"
*Shit shit shit! I can't believe this is happening! Oh, next time I see that old green freak I am going to give him a one-way ticket to the afterlife. Dragonballs or no.*
"Why?" She repeated with a bit of worry.
"When do Chikyuu females experience their mating cycle?"
"Well we don't exactly have mating cycles but I think our equivalent would be one that most of us go through monthly. Why?" Asking for the third time.
His countenance contorted into one of pure horror before returning to its normal state of indifference. With an emotionless voice he said, "I need to train." and leapt out her window.
"That was weird." She stated to herself and decided to track him down later.
~*~
After taking a brisk shower, the azure endowed female began rummaging through her closet. *Hmm.. Not this.* She brushed aside a pair of dark baggy jeans and red shirt. *Here we go!* Pulling forth some tight black leather pants and a midnight blue top, she formed an evil grin.
Bulma didn't know what it was that made her wish to dress so provocatively today but decided to go with it, those pants always gave her an ego boost and after last night she needed to regain her bits of lost pride. She swirled her locks high on her head, secured them with a lone chopstick, and stepped into a pair of high-heeled sandals.
The now clothed woman took a quick peek into her full-length mirror. *Let's see that bastard try something like that again!* Smoothing the fur on her tail she slid down the banister and trotted to the phone.
"Hey Chi!" Bulma squealed when her friend finally answered.
"Well someone is awfully perky! I am surprised you're in the land of the living, let alone full of energy!" She replied with a smile in her voice.
"I know! Normally I pass out again when I finish feeding Veg-head but I guess I've finally gotten used to it.. Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something but not over the phone, say over breakfast or something?"
*Hmm maybe she's finally going to spill it about that mystery guy!* "That sounds great Bulma but I've already had it, the curse of living with two hyperactive saiyans." She chuckled. "How does a cup of coffee sound?"
"Great! I'll see you at Starbucks in an hour, ok?"
"Perfect, see you then! Bye."
"Bye Chi." She placed the phone back in its home on the kitchen wall and stepped out the sliding glass door.
The familiar hum of the GR caressed her skin while a flash of light would occasionally burst from its windows. Bulma strode to the metal door and pounded on it with all her might. She was more than a bit surprised when it gave way and landed with a thud on the ground. *Guess I didn't know my own strength.*
~*~
He had been training in 300 times normal gravity for over an hour now and still was in a state of unbridled dread. *Now I have to tell the woman about 'the birds and the bees', as these humans call it. How the HFIL am I going to keep her controlled? I might even have to do something unthinkable, like ask for Kakkarot's aide.* Vegeta shuddered at the thought and slowly gained altitude against the immense pressure.
An emotionless female voice suddenly came on over the system, announcing the emergency shutdown function had been initiated. Vegeta slammed into the ceiling hard and landed on the floor with a growl.
He looked to the entrance and saw the onna standing in front of a ruined door with her fist still in the rapping position. The prince stood and proceeded to examine the shocked female's handiwork. It was completely trashed, as if she had been cutting through butter. *I guess the onna did get more than a tail.*
"It does open on it's own you know." He stated matter-of-factly and watched her flush in embarrassment. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing escaped her lips.
"Yes?" Vegeta said, irritated.
"Oh, um.. I wanted to tell you that I'm going out with ChiChi for a little while and I should be back by lunchtime."
"You broke down the damned door to tell me that?" He inquired incredulously as her blush darkened a few more shades.
"Urgh, NEVERMIND!" She turned on her heels and headed for her lab. "I don't even know why I bother."
Bulma grabbed a capsule marked "I.T." from her desk and gave it a quick kiss before placing it in her purse. She tossed another in the driveway and watched it explode into a dark blue mustang ('67 Shelby GT 500 to be precise) with white racing stripes. :: A/N: I figured if I can have that car somewhere other than in my dreams than so be it! ::
Vegeta watched the woman jump effortlessly through the driver's side window, feet first, and rev the engine. "Listen to my baby purr!" She shouted with pride and peeled out of Capsule Corp grinning.
~*~
ChiChi had been sipping on her latte for nearly ten minutes when her blue- haired friend waltzed through the door. She flagged her down and kicked out the chair across the table.
"Hey girl! Been here long?" Bulma asked, taking the offered seat.
"Not really, only about 15. One of the hazards of using instant transmission." She smiled warmly and took another sip. "Don't you think that outfit is a bit much for 9 in the morning?"
Bulma glanced down at herself and chuckled nervously. "Oh, I guess so. I don't know what it was that made me want to wear this but I figured I had enough money to knock off anyone who had a problem with it." The uneasy glances shot at her caused the pair to laugh.
"So what did you want to talk about B?" The raven-haired female held her breath in expectation.
"Duh!" She smacked herself in the head, purpose remembered. "Boy do I have a present for you!" Bulma rummaged through her purse excitedly and brought forth a capsule. The genius held it in front of her friend's face and smiled as if it contained the answer to all the world's problems.
*Urgh! I wanted some info! I guess I'll just have to beat it out of her...* ChiChi poked it with a disappointed finger. "Yeah, so what is it?"
"Just watch!" Her mood was unfazed by her companion's lack of enthusiasm. Bulma dropped it on the table with a click, revealing a small jar marked I.T.
"Ok..." ChiChi was not impressed.
"It's called Instant Tail. I used some of it in an injection form to regenerate Vegeta's. I made a lotion version for you to use on Son-kun... due to his unhealthy aversion to needles... Just massage a little into the place where his tail used to be and voila! Instant Tail!"
"Now just why the HFIL would I want to do that?" She mentally pictured her beloved Goku transforming into a giant ape and squishing her while she slept.
"Oh Chi, Chi, Chi.." Bulma started, her head shaking. " You have no idea how drastically you will change your mind the second I finish explaining everything."
The housewife crossed her arms in disbelief. "I don't see how anything you could possibly say would make me want to bring that horrible thing back!"
Bulma formed an evil grin. "Is that a fact? Well, allow me to prove you wrong." The discussion began.
*~Meanwhile~*
He shifted uneasily on the doorstep. *What am I doing here?* A picture of Bulma flashed through his mind. The man sighed angrily and raised his hand, unsurprised when the door opened before his fist had made contact.
A/N: Who's that guy and where the hell is he? Can anyone guess? Shouldn't be too hard. Plus Bulma is going to be getting some serious payback shortly! ;P Remember, reviews equal chapters! I only wrote this one this fast because of them... and the fact that Sakura-chan threatened to probe me with her dorky parasol! LOL Anyway, I am going to try and change the summary to this fic but if anyone can come up with something good PLEASE let me know! I didn't want to give away the transformation of Bulma into a saiyan so it has been a pain in the ass coming up with one! I should have another up soon and thanks again!
Ja!!
MOV ;P
