Heheh! Look- I'm back to write another chapter! -And what have I been doin'
these fine days? Why, writing and drawing of course! *grins* O yeah, a many
fics I have been doing! *nods* I've been writing the adventures of Vegetto!
(that's not the title, folks, I haven't decided on one yet.) It should be
out soon, done DBZ style down to a T! *frowns* Wait. there's no T in DBZ.
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We Forgot About Bulma!
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Breaking Point
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'You've damaged the timeline beyond repair, boy! You should know to take in the consequences.'
'But grandfather- how was I to know the Romans were MEANT to invade Britain?'
'You should study your history before you go into it! -Like revising before a test! One little change can alter the flow of time for good or for worse!'
"Oooh! I've got to use that one!" Bulma grinned, jotting the last phrase of 'Back To The Future- the 2nd Animated Series' down in her notebook.
"Mom?"
"Oh, hi Trunks!" Bulma greeted, setting down the notepad and switching off the television set. She turned to her son.
"Mom. I'm just about to head off in to the past- I just wanted to say goodbye, first." he trailed off, looking up shyly.
"Okay Trunks." Bulma hugged him tightly, making silent wishes. "When are you going back to? How long will you stay?"
"Well. I'd say about 2 months after I left. I'll stay there for quite a while- but here I won't be gone long enough for you to miss me."
"Aw Trunks! I miss you when you're in a different room, let-a-lone a different timeline! As much as I hate to see you go, good-luck." She let him go and stepped back, looking her only child up and down. "This'll be the last time I see you like this, won't it?"
The young demi-saiyan smirked. "Yeah, 'cuz next time you see me I'll be strong enough to take on the androids!" He cheered. His mother laughed in a good fare-well.
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"Vegeta!" ChiChi scowled as she looked around the house. It was lunch-time and the prince was missing, plain and simple. He never missed lunch before- so why would he now?
"Vegeta! Where are you! Oooooooooh! When I get my hands on you I'll-"
"Hello Onna." The Prince was suddenly in front of her. A hand behind a back, and a broad-smirk on his face.
"Vegeta!" she scolded. "Your lunch is going to get cold if you don't get to the kitchen right now- I made your favourite and-" The black haired woman was silenced by a soft kiss on the lips. The prince pulled what he was hiding from behind his back. A bouquet of full-bloom tulips.
"Vegeta, I don't know what to say." ChiChi was breathtaken.
"A thank-you would be good- Holland's not that close and I needed the authentic thing." The prince smirked, passing them to her gently.
"Tha-thank you." ChiChi let out a small giggle "Now how about that lunch huh?" She pulled him out of the room.
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"Goku- man, are you here?" Yamcha called as he came in for lunch-break. A few days ago he'd got a new job working as a car-retailer. It was keeping him from training but he already guessed he wouldn't be much help with the androids.
"Yeah. I've been in for a while-" The saiyan replied from the kitchen, before sneezing. A loud crash then occurred.
"What was that!?" Yamcha called, setting his briefcase down and walking into the kitchen. He let out an uncharacteristic high-pitched screech as he saw his kitchen.
There was glass, food, and broken pottery all over the floor, the fridge was open with broken eggs dripping out of it and little other food left inside. The table and chairs were knocked on their backs and a few tiles had fallen loose. The tap was now broken and leaking. In the midst of it stood a super-saiyan Goku, looking confused.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Yamcha cried, arms spread out in the door way and his face showing nothing other than shock.
"I sneezed. I think." Goku looked around dazedly, then sadly at the lost food and plates on the floor. "Bummer. I was going to eat that." He pouted, before looking over at the shock-stricken Yamcha. "What's wrong?"
The desert bandit opened his mouth, trying to form a word. He came out unsuccessful.
"Okay. I guess I'll just go back to training." Goku trailed off, trying to walk past Yamcha and out the door. The scared man regained his composure but didn't move his arms.
"I'm not the one tidying this up Goku." He kept still so he was blocking the path. "You're always breaking things. I don't think I can afford to keep you any more." The man added, like he was talking to a dog.
And just like a dog, Goku's face saddened and his eyes widened in the puppy- dog look.
Yamcha just closed his eyes, pulling a stubborn face. "No Goku. It's time you found somewhere else to live."
"I- I-" Goku stuttered sadly, then grimly coming to an understanding with his friend. He did break rather a look of things. and eat rather a lot of food." I understand" He gave in, nodding.
Yamcha looked at him sadly. "I'm sorry that I can't let you live here, but if I do I'll be in debt soon- even with my new job. You comprehend, right?"
"Yeah, I get ya." Goku said. "I can live at my old house, I guess." He looked at his old friend.
"You mean, live with ChiChi and Vegeta?"
"No." Goku replied, seeming slightly more cheerful now than he was before. "I have a house in the mountains that my granpa' left me. It's not too big, but it'll do."
"Why don't you ask Bulma if she has a spare room? I'm sure she has."
The saiyan's face saddened again. "No- I can't-"
"Why not?" Yamcha asked confused. Over the few past months Goku had avoided Bulma like a disease. He avoided talking about her the best he could too.
"You won't understand-" Goku growled, turning around and wiping his eyes.
"Come on bud- give me a chance-"
"YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND!" Goku cried, spinning round. He flashed into ssj2 briefly pushing Yamcha and the last standing objects in the room over with his aura. Then, he dropped back into his normal state. Sobbing into his knees.
"Goku-" Yamcha started, getting up and walking over to his friend of many years.
"You won't understand." The saiyan whispered like a mantra, tears soaking into his clothing. He didn't even look up as a third person entered the room.
"-Am I interrupting something?" Asked the purple-haired demi-saiyan, observing the broken man on the floor.
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-No no no, I'm not hinting on yaoi at-all. if you want me to hint on yaoi, you'll have to wait! *grins* (PS- it won't be in this fic- this is pure G/B V/CC!)
Today, ladies and gentlemen, I will mainly be recommending
A Demon In My View by Kala Title sucks i will change it later on.... vampires look for a new human to turn to a vampire & you wont believe who their target is! A get together with an O/C and the target..possible lemon but lotsa angst!! COUGHGOKUCOUGH R&r please?
R - Angst/Drama - It just screams. 'ORIGNAL!' and 'NEW!' - who can resist reading it? Someone with stronger will-power than me, *grins* isn't that obvious? -Anyway, it's a definite read; a great fic by a cool author! Who can say no?
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We Forgot About Bulma!
-o-o-o-o-o
Breaking Point
-o-o-o-o-o-
'You've damaged the timeline beyond repair, boy! You should know to take in the consequences.'
'But grandfather- how was I to know the Romans were MEANT to invade Britain?'
'You should study your history before you go into it! -Like revising before a test! One little change can alter the flow of time for good or for worse!'
"Oooh! I've got to use that one!" Bulma grinned, jotting the last phrase of 'Back To The Future- the 2nd Animated Series' down in her notebook.
"Mom?"
"Oh, hi Trunks!" Bulma greeted, setting down the notepad and switching off the television set. She turned to her son.
"Mom. I'm just about to head off in to the past- I just wanted to say goodbye, first." he trailed off, looking up shyly.
"Okay Trunks." Bulma hugged him tightly, making silent wishes. "When are you going back to? How long will you stay?"
"Well. I'd say about 2 months after I left. I'll stay there for quite a while- but here I won't be gone long enough for you to miss me."
"Aw Trunks! I miss you when you're in a different room, let-a-lone a different timeline! As much as I hate to see you go, good-luck." She let him go and stepped back, looking her only child up and down. "This'll be the last time I see you like this, won't it?"
The young demi-saiyan smirked. "Yeah, 'cuz next time you see me I'll be strong enough to take on the androids!" He cheered. His mother laughed in a good fare-well.
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"Vegeta!" ChiChi scowled as she looked around the house. It was lunch-time and the prince was missing, plain and simple. He never missed lunch before- so why would he now?
"Vegeta! Where are you! Oooooooooh! When I get my hands on you I'll-"
"Hello Onna." The Prince was suddenly in front of her. A hand behind a back, and a broad-smirk on his face.
"Vegeta!" she scolded. "Your lunch is going to get cold if you don't get to the kitchen right now- I made your favourite and-" The black haired woman was silenced by a soft kiss on the lips. The prince pulled what he was hiding from behind his back. A bouquet of full-bloom tulips.
"Vegeta, I don't know what to say." ChiChi was breathtaken.
"A thank-you would be good- Holland's not that close and I needed the authentic thing." The prince smirked, passing them to her gently.
"Tha-thank you." ChiChi let out a small giggle "Now how about that lunch huh?" She pulled him out of the room.
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"Goku- man, are you here?" Yamcha called as he came in for lunch-break. A few days ago he'd got a new job working as a car-retailer. It was keeping him from training but he already guessed he wouldn't be much help with the androids.
"Yeah. I've been in for a while-" The saiyan replied from the kitchen, before sneezing. A loud crash then occurred.
"What was that!?" Yamcha called, setting his briefcase down and walking into the kitchen. He let out an uncharacteristic high-pitched screech as he saw his kitchen.
There was glass, food, and broken pottery all over the floor, the fridge was open with broken eggs dripping out of it and little other food left inside. The table and chairs were knocked on their backs and a few tiles had fallen loose. The tap was now broken and leaking. In the midst of it stood a super-saiyan Goku, looking confused.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Yamcha cried, arms spread out in the door way and his face showing nothing other than shock.
"I sneezed. I think." Goku looked around dazedly, then sadly at the lost food and plates on the floor. "Bummer. I was going to eat that." He pouted, before looking over at the shock-stricken Yamcha. "What's wrong?"
The desert bandit opened his mouth, trying to form a word. He came out unsuccessful.
"Okay. I guess I'll just go back to training." Goku trailed off, trying to walk past Yamcha and out the door. The scared man regained his composure but didn't move his arms.
"I'm not the one tidying this up Goku." He kept still so he was blocking the path. "You're always breaking things. I don't think I can afford to keep you any more." The man added, like he was talking to a dog.
And just like a dog, Goku's face saddened and his eyes widened in the puppy- dog look.
Yamcha just closed his eyes, pulling a stubborn face. "No Goku. It's time you found somewhere else to live."
"I- I-" Goku stuttered sadly, then grimly coming to an understanding with his friend. He did break rather a look of things. and eat rather a lot of food." I understand" He gave in, nodding.
Yamcha looked at him sadly. "I'm sorry that I can't let you live here, but if I do I'll be in debt soon- even with my new job. You comprehend, right?"
"Yeah, I get ya." Goku said. "I can live at my old house, I guess." He looked at his old friend.
"You mean, live with ChiChi and Vegeta?"
"No." Goku replied, seeming slightly more cheerful now than he was before. "I have a house in the mountains that my granpa' left me. It's not too big, but it'll do."
"Why don't you ask Bulma if she has a spare room? I'm sure she has."
The saiyan's face saddened again. "No- I can't-"
"Why not?" Yamcha asked confused. Over the few past months Goku had avoided Bulma like a disease. He avoided talking about her the best he could too.
"You won't understand-" Goku growled, turning around and wiping his eyes.
"Come on bud- give me a chance-"
"YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND!" Goku cried, spinning round. He flashed into ssj2 briefly pushing Yamcha and the last standing objects in the room over with his aura. Then, he dropped back into his normal state. Sobbing into his knees.
"Goku-" Yamcha started, getting up and walking over to his friend of many years.
"You won't understand." The saiyan whispered like a mantra, tears soaking into his clothing. He didn't even look up as a third person entered the room.
"-Am I interrupting something?" Asked the purple-haired demi-saiyan, observing the broken man on the floor.
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-No no no, I'm not hinting on yaoi at-all. if you want me to hint on yaoi, you'll have to wait! *grins* (PS- it won't be in this fic- this is pure G/B V/CC!)
Today, ladies and gentlemen, I will mainly be recommending
A Demon In My View by Kala Title sucks i will change it later on.... vampires look for a new human to turn to a vampire & you wont believe who their target is! A get together with an O/C and the target..possible lemon but lotsa angst!! COUGHGOKUCOUGH R&r please?
R - Angst/Drama - It just screams. 'ORIGNAL!' and 'NEW!' - who can resist reading it? Someone with stronger will-power than me, *grins* isn't that obvious? -Anyway, it's a definite read; a great fic by a cool author! Who can say no?
