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Lunar Eclipse
What happened to me? Well, while I was training in my GR I kinda exploded the damn thing. I ended up at this huge front desk with a big horned guy there. Then I was walking down this long windy road, and then I met this catfish looking thing named Kai. Boy was his jokes cheesy! And he forced me to chase a monkey named Bubbles and a cricket named Gregory. j/k. Usual schoolwork, social life, chorus concert (I can sing?!) writer's (I can write?!) block, my friend forcing me to help her write a fic (bad BlancoTigre! j/k). All added together and you get no fic for several months! So I'm back. I'll try for a chapter a week. Right now you'll just have to suffer with this 4 pager! The Horror! Should only be one more chapter of happy-go-lucky days then we get into fighting. Boy do I have a good ending to this story, now if I good just fill in the middle.
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Someone informed me that fanfiction.net doesn't support italics anymore, so I'll have to use these.
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Chapter 28: Weirder and Weirder
It had been a week since the incident in the gravity room. Bulma lazily swung at the noisy contraption out of habit, sending the defenseless machine careening into the wall. Pieces of the alarm clock and wall went flying across the room. Bulma jumped up in realization. She'd have to get another one to avoid Vegeta's 'wake up calls'. She groggily walked in and took out her training outfit. Spandex, the preferred wear of superheroes in the comics and of the warriors of the universe. Personally, she didn't like the way it showed everything. But with Vegeta, you played by his rules and dressed by his code.
She dragged herself down the steps, hoping to beat the guys down there. Hearing Vegeta grouch the rest of the day about not getting his food right away was getting pretty annoying. She quickly programmed the robots. Her food might not be edible, but the robot's food was programmed after her mother's recipes. Besides, they did it a lot faster than her.
Halfway into the hour a robot came into the kitchen, slamming into other robots, knocking over plates and bowls, creating total chaos as it went. Bulma aimed a chi blast at it, hitting it on its power source. She quickly examined it, finding a slight scorch mark on a wire.
"Vegeta! You just destroyed your breakfast!" Vegeta walked in with a smirk on his face.
"Really Onna, I thought it was your job to fix the meals, not your toys'."
"I built them; therefore I fix the food. You want something edible, they make it. Why complain?" She said coolly.
"My Onna, it seems you made a mess!" Vegeta said in mock surprise. Bulma growled and turned back to her bots. Several were fixing their comrades while several others were cleaning up and cooking. The cooking bots were bustling around trying to compensate for the loss of their comrades. Breakfast would be delayed.
"Well, Your Majesty, it seems that your own stupidity will delay your royal breakfast."
"Onna, It is not my fault that your inventions are so pathetic!"
"Well you sure in hell seem to enjoy the GR!" Nick walked in to see the mess. He tensed as if ready for an attack.
"What happened?" Both Vegeta and Bulma looked at him, argument halted for the moment.
"Vegeta happened! That's what!" Bulma snapped. Nick visibly relaxed, not too much though, Vegeta WAS in the immediate vicinity.
Once again they (Nick and Bulma) were herded toward the gravity room, and once again they practiced punches, kicks, and blocks.
Bulma hadn't had time to think recently, but now that her motions were becoming more instinctual. Now she could think, not that it was a good thing. She thought of the upcoming fight, possible future, Vegeta... *Oomph! * She manually removed Nick's knee from her stomach. She was now sparring with Nick outside. Vegeta felt that he wasn't getting enough him-time and had decided to chase them from the GR. Not that she minded. It was cramped, stuffy, gravitationally heavy, dark gravity room verses airy, light as a feather, suntan sunny outside. She was becoming paler than she cared to be from the endless hours of training.
She ducked as Nick came at her face with his fist. Vegeta as of late was bothering her more than usual. He had lightened up on Nick as of late. She thought that the one night... What was she expecting from him? They say you can't change men, maybe even more so for alien men. But did he have take so much and... Ahh! Bulma snapped back into reality to see Nick sprawled out on the ground near the GR. A look of mass confusion was on both faces
She walked over and offered her hand. He took it and was hauled up with a grunt. Bulma apologized and checked him for injuries. Only minor injuries adorned his worn-out hide. Nick gave a weak smile.
"What are you two lazing around for?" Vegeta's high and mighty voice rang through the air. Bulma just rolled her eyes and got into a fighting stance. Nick got into a stance similar, but it was more open. Obviously he was tired; she'd have to go easy on him. She attacked Nick knowing he wouldn't make the first move and she definitely didn't want to hear Vegeta complain.
Vegeta watched as Bulma sparred with Nick. The shackles on the back of his neck still stood on end. He wouldn't admit it to himself or anyone else, but he was jealous of the attention she had given Nick. It had taken everything he had not to rip the inu's throat out. His scowl deepened as Bulma put Nick into a headlock. Bulma's outfit was low cut, showing a significant amount of cleavage.
Not that Nick noticed as Bulma was cutting off his air supply at the moment. But Vegeta saw this as a rival male moving in on his mate. A big no-no, especially for the weaker male. Vegeta's face was contorting into a mask of rage. Nick was now trying to break free, unsuccessfully, his hands randomly swinging his arms about touching some private places.
Vegeta was about to go over and tear Nick limb to limb when something slammed into the back of his head. It caught him off guard, nearly knocking him over. The grunt that escaped his lips caught the attention of his pupils. Both stopped cold in a comical tableau. Bulma standing on one leg as Nick held onto the other, her clenched fist held back ready to punch, Nick still in a headlock a pretty shade of blue. Anyone who would have seen them would have compared them to two children fighting over a toy.
Vegeta turned to face his attacker. He had no idea what he expected his attacker to be, but it definitely wasn't the black reptile in his face. If it weren't for years of strenuous training of self-control he would have yelped in surprise. He scowled and shot at the creature, which just sped out of the way. Straight onto his face. It scrambled up and into his hair, burrowing through then turning. Only the head and tail were visible, the head was now in Vegeta's face, glaring at him.
Their own visitors distracted Bulma and Nick. Nick was not surprised in the least having lived in the world of myth and legend.
"How cute! A miniature Shenlon!" Bulma squealed in delight. She picked up the little blue one and started examining it.
#Will you please put him down and turn your attention to me?# Bulma was so startled she dropped the little blue. She looked down at the little gold that had a disgruntled look on its face. I snorted and began to speak.
#Kalla sent me. That "little blue" will stay here and be your messenger pigeon. Also, she has not been able to find out Lupine's plans, just that he will attack soon. Or so Moukou says. I must go back to my master. Any Questions? No, good.# With that, the little golden reptile jumped into the air and flew off.
"I guess they do adopt the personality of their master. She's forward and gets straight to the point, just like Kalla." Nick laughed.
"Well what about that one?" Bulma pointed towards Vegeta. Nick's face dropped at the sight. Vegeta was trying to remove the dragon from his hair; pulling and yanking like a madman. The little creature had its tail wrapped around his neck, holding on with amazing strength.
"How's it surviving that? Vegeta should have ripped it apart by now." Nick was at a loss. Kalla didn't have dragons when he left, let alone ones that could withstand this kind of punishment.
Vegeta jerked his hand back and cussed in a language unknown to either of the spectators. The little creature was fighting back and had caused damage. Vegeta went at it as if he was possessed, succeeding at getting the creature off his head. It landed on its feet ten feet away. Vegeta's mask of rage turned into one of confusion, then to anger. Bulma had the distinct feeling that her yard was about to have some redecorating.
"This creature 'says' that I am its master, that I took part in its creation. Explain." Vegeta's voice was calm, a sure sign someone was going to see 'the next dimension' soon. Bulma looked to Nick in both curiosity and fright.
"Umm...Obviously Kalla somehow used the same spell Lupine did to create the dragons. Why he said you took part I have no clue. I don't know anything about this spell or any of its rituals or ingredients." Vegeta scowled, then walked into the GR without saying a word. The ebony dragon flew to the top of the dome and proceeded to sunbath, even as it started to rock and shake.
"It just keeps getting weirder and weirder doesn't it?" Bulma sighed.
"Welcome to the world of magic. Weirdness is our specialty." Nick weakly smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Well, I'm taking the rest of the day off to relax and think. Hey, you two hungry? I'll get the robots to whip something up for us." Both the blue dragonet and the Nick nodded eagerly, hurrying in after the she-wolf.
"By the way, do you have a name?"
#Aristan.# Bulma nodded.
"All right Aristan, what do you want to eat?"
Yes, I'm a fan of Anne McCaffrey. She's an excellent writer!
