Hiya!!! Welcome to the FOURTH chapter of LOCKED IN!!!
Trunks: here we go again!
Goten: Can't you pick on someone other than me and leave me alone?
Emiko: *thinks* NO!
Goten: *sulks*
Emiko: ANYWAY! I DON'T OWN DBZ OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THEREOF, OR IN ANYWAY MAKING MONEY OFF OF THIS.
Trunks: Why did you do that in all caps?
Emiko: TO MAKE TRUNKS ASK QUESTIONS!
Trunks: OH!
Emiko: ANY QUESTIONS?
GOOD
ON WITH THE FIC!!!
LOCKED IN
Vegeta stood outside Bulma's door, debating whether he should just enter, or knock. He sat there, starring at the door like it was Freeza come back to haunt him.
'This is stupid,' he told himself. 'what am I doing?'
'Apologizing,' his mind said shortly.
Vegeta took in a deep breath. Then, he let out a long sigh. This was harder than he thought.
'Just go in. She won't let you in if you knock.' His mind told him.
Vegeta just stayed where he was, not moving, like he was a mummy, put into a standing position for the rest of eternity. And he was fine with that until he heard a soft sound come from inside. The normal HUMAN wouldn't have heard it. But since he was a SAY-JIN, he heard the soft sob that escaped the blue-haired woman from inside.
"Shit . . ." he cursed. "She's crying."
He swallowed as he opened the door. He heard the fast sniff coming from Bulma.
"Bulma?" he asked slowly.
"What do you want?" she asked in a harsh tone.
"Can I come in?" he asked even more slowly than he did before.
"What for?"
"I wanted to ask you a question . . ." he trailed.
"What?"
"Do you think we'll win?"
Bulma sat quietly for awhile. "Come in Vegeta." She leaned and turned on her lamp. She rubbed her eyes, pretending it was the new light in the room. Vegeta knew better than that. He also knew better than to bring it up.
"What are you so worried about?" Bulma asked.
"Do. You. Think. We'll. Win?" he repeated.
"I don't know. Honestly Vegeta, why are you asking me this NOW?"
"We have two years, right? Until the Androids come?"
"Yes. Why are you so worried?"
"You don't worry about this, because your name was on the survivors list."
". . .oh." she said shortly.
". . .oh. what?"
"You're scared of dying."
"No I'm not! I've been dead before."
"Then what are you so worried about?"
"I'm sorry," he said, changing the subject.
"What did you say?"
"I'm sorry. For yelling at you. I just get that way sometimes."
"I've noticed."
Vegeta took a deep breath. Bulma wasn't taking him seriously. Kami . . .
"WOMAN LISTEN TO ME! I TRY TO APOLOGIZE AND YOU DON'T EVEN THINK I'M CAPABLE OF EVEN SAYING SORRY!"
"Geeze, Monkey-boy, apology accepted.
"I thought we established that you DON'T call me monkey-boy.'
Bulma scooted over on the bed, and patted the area she just left. "Sit down." Vegeta looked at her for a moment. He looked at the spot and then looked at her again. "What? I don't bite!" Vegeta looked at the spot again, and slowly started moving towards her. It was then that Vegeta wished that he could've put some pants on. He was in an Old Navy shirt and boxers. He sat down, stiff, not sure of what to do next.
"From now on, I'm going to call you 'Monkey-boy' whenever you call me 'WOMAN'. Okay?"
"Fine." His voice short and nervous. No one other than Vegeta knew that he was nervous. That's what Vegeta thought. Bulma had had dozens of talks with him in the morning and knew how to break his code.
It was simple. If you put up with him for awhile. You actually got to know the guy. Whether it was from the code that took Bulma a few months to figure out, or his rare, but occasional slip-ups about his past. He really wasn't that bad.
Bulma put a hand on his shoulder. He shuddered. "Vegeta, I really don't bite."
"I know." He said shortly. He turned away from her. Bulma took this as a sign to get angry.
"You idiot! I'm trying to be a good friend for once, to help you with whatever your problem is at who the hell knows what time in the morning, and all you can spill out is two syllable sentences!"
"I'm the one that came in to APOLOGIZE in the first place! I'm the one trying to be civil and all you can do is call me MONKEY-BOY! You don't even have a clue why I came in here. I came here to apologize for the fact that you were the one that barged in and thought I needed help. Well, NEWSFLASH! I don't need your help with nightmares, or problems you seem to be making up OUT OF NOWHERE!" Vegeta blew.
'Oh, Kami . . .' he thought. He hadn't meant to start the fight over again.
"I know why you're here, Vegeta. You came to apologize. I KNOW that. It was a nice apology too. I get that way sometimes, myself. Thinking that all I'll ever need is myself. When really, sometimes, you just need to go to a friend and let it all out. Rant until the sun comes up. Vegeta, I know it's hard for you to talk to me. Vegeta, you're my friend. I hate to see you this way."
"Who says I'm your friend?"
That stung her, "You did, yesterday at breakfast? When we were talking about Yamcha?"
". . .oh . . " he hung his head.
Vegeta chose to sit quietly. Bulma frowned. Would he ever open up to her?
Bulma decided that the Say-jin Prince needed encouragement. "Why do you hate Goku so much?"
Vegeta looked at her. His eyebrows once again back to his original position. Annoyed.
"What has he ever done to you?" she asked softly.
"What has he ever done to me?" Vegeta jumped up. "What has he . . .? I can't believe you don't know! He took away my entire reason of living! He took away the chance of me being the first Super-Say-jin, he took away the one guy that I swore that I'd find revenge on and avenge the race of Say- jins. He reached the level of Super-Say-jin and defeated Freeza all when I was DEAD! And then he didn't even defeat Freeza, that kid from the future did and he's YOUNGER than Kakarott! HE can even turn Super-Say-jin! I know that he was lying when he said that he was Say-jin, because I am the Prince of ALL Say-jins and I know exactly how many there are! There's that third-class commoner and his half-breed brat that he calls his son. And me. I don't know about you Bulma, but, all three of us have black hair and that guy from the future had PURPLE HAIR!"
Bulma smiled weakly.
"WHAT?" he barked.
Bulma shook her head. "Nothing."
Vegeta sat back down next to Bulma. He really hadn't meant to spill his every thought out to her. He was GOING to stop at Kakarott, but something told him to go on. Something about this woman made him drop some of his defenses.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
He turned to face her, his eyebrows raised up slightly.
"What'll you do after the Androids come and all. What if we change enough of our time so that you live or we win?"
Vegeta pondered over all of what she was saying. 'What'll you do?' He really had no clue. ' . . . Or we win . . .' 'we'. That stuck him hard. HE was now part of a group that saved the world. Not destroy it. This was new to him. He had never thought about it, really.
"I don't know. And how do you know that I'm going to live?" He asked.
"Well, apparently, I live. I don't know why I just didn't wish everyone back, eventually."
"You'd wish ME back?" Vegeta asked in disbelief as he pointed to himself.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I? You ARE my," her face became sad, "friend."
Vegeta watched as her face dropped when she said 'friend'.
"What? Now you don't want me as a friend?" he asked impatiently.
"Yeah, I do. It's just . . ."
" 'Just' what?"
"Nothing. Forget it." She said waving her hand in the air, as to rid the room of her stupid idea.
"No, tell me." Vegeta's warrior face came back. "I think I should know."
Bulma stayed quiet.
"TELL ME WOMAN!" He yelled. "I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS THAT Y . . ."
We will never know what Vegeta was going to say because Bulma leaned up and kissed him.
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That would be the fourth chapter!!!
To those of you who REVIEWed.
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Trunks: here we go again!
Goten: Can't you pick on someone other than me and leave me alone?
Emiko: *thinks* NO!
Goten: *sulks*
Emiko: ANYWAY! I DON'T OWN DBZ OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THEREOF, OR IN ANYWAY MAKING MONEY OFF OF THIS.
Trunks: Why did you do that in all caps?
Emiko: TO MAKE TRUNKS ASK QUESTIONS!
Trunks: OH!
Emiko: ANY QUESTIONS?
GOOD
ON WITH THE FIC!!!
LOCKED IN
Vegeta stood outside Bulma's door, debating whether he should just enter, or knock. He sat there, starring at the door like it was Freeza come back to haunt him.
'This is stupid,' he told himself. 'what am I doing?'
'Apologizing,' his mind said shortly.
Vegeta took in a deep breath. Then, he let out a long sigh. This was harder than he thought.
'Just go in. She won't let you in if you knock.' His mind told him.
Vegeta just stayed where he was, not moving, like he was a mummy, put into a standing position for the rest of eternity. And he was fine with that until he heard a soft sound come from inside. The normal HUMAN wouldn't have heard it. But since he was a SAY-JIN, he heard the soft sob that escaped the blue-haired woman from inside.
"Shit . . ." he cursed. "She's crying."
He swallowed as he opened the door. He heard the fast sniff coming from Bulma.
"Bulma?" he asked slowly.
"What do you want?" she asked in a harsh tone.
"Can I come in?" he asked even more slowly than he did before.
"What for?"
"I wanted to ask you a question . . ." he trailed.
"What?"
"Do you think we'll win?"
Bulma sat quietly for awhile. "Come in Vegeta." She leaned and turned on her lamp. She rubbed her eyes, pretending it was the new light in the room. Vegeta knew better than that. He also knew better than to bring it up.
"What are you so worried about?" Bulma asked.
"Do. You. Think. We'll. Win?" he repeated.
"I don't know. Honestly Vegeta, why are you asking me this NOW?"
"We have two years, right? Until the Androids come?"
"Yes. Why are you so worried?"
"You don't worry about this, because your name was on the survivors list."
". . .oh." she said shortly.
". . .oh. what?"
"You're scared of dying."
"No I'm not! I've been dead before."
"Then what are you so worried about?"
"I'm sorry," he said, changing the subject.
"What did you say?"
"I'm sorry. For yelling at you. I just get that way sometimes."
"I've noticed."
Vegeta took a deep breath. Bulma wasn't taking him seriously. Kami . . .
"WOMAN LISTEN TO ME! I TRY TO APOLOGIZE AND YOU DON'T EVEN THINK I'M CAPABLE OF EVEN SAYING SORRY!"
"Geeze, Monkey-boy, apology accepted.
"I thought we established that you DON'T call me monkey-boy.'
Bulma scooted over on the bed, and patted the area she just left. "Sit down." Vegeta looked at her for a moment. He looked at the spot and then looked at her again. "What? I don't bite!" Vegeta looked at the spot again, and slowly started moving towards her. It was then that Vegeta wished that he could've put some pants on. He was in an Old Navy shirt and boxers. He sat down, stiff, not sure of what to do next.
"From now on, I'm going to call you 'Monkey-boy' whenever you call me 'WOMAN'. Okay?"
"Fine." His voice short and nervous. No one other than Vegeta knew that he was nervous. That's what Vegeta thought. Bulma had had dozens of talks with him in the morning and knew how to break his code.
It was simple. If you put up with him for awhile. You actually got to know the guy. Whether it was from the code that took Bulma a few months to figure out, or his rare, but occasional slip-ups about his past. He really wasn't that bad.
Bulma put a hand on his shoulder. He shuddered. "Vegeta, I really don't bite."
"I know." He said shortly. He turned away from her. Bulma took this as a sign to get angry.
"You idiot! I'm trying to be a good friend for once, to help you with whatever your problem is at who the hell knows what time in the morning, and all you can spill out is two syllable sentences!"
"I'm the one that came in to APOLOGIZE in the first place! I'm the one trying to be civil and all you can do is call me MONKEY-BOY! You don't even have a clue why I came in here. I came here to apologize for the fact that you were the one that barged in and thought I needed help. Well, NEWSFLASH! I don't need your help with nightmares, or problems you seem to be making up OUT OF NOWHERE!" Vegeta blew.
'Oh, Kami . . .' he thought. He hadn't meant to start the fight over again.
"I know why you're here, Vegeta. You came to apologize. I KNOW that. It was a nice apology too. I get that way sometimes, myself. Thinking that all I'll ever need is myself. When really, sometimes, you just need to go to a friend and let it all out. Rant until the sun comes up. Vegeta, I know it's hard for you to talk to me. Vegeta, you're my friend. I hate to see you this way."
"Who says I'm your friend?"
That stung her, "You did, yesterday at breakfast? When we were talking about Yamcha?"
". . .oh . . " he hung his head.
Vegeta chose to sit quietly. Bulma frowned. Would he ever open up to her?
Bulma decided that the Say-jin Prince needed encouragement. "Why do you hate Goku so much?"
Vegeta looked at her. His eyebrows once again back to his original position. Annoyed.
"What has he ever done to you?" she asked softly.
"What has he ever done to me?" Vegeta jumped up. "What has he . . .? I can't believe you don't know! He took away my entire reason of living! He took away the chance of me being the first Super-Say-jin, he took away the one guy that I swore that I'd find revenge on and avenge the race of Say- jins. He reached the level of Super-Say-jin and defeated Freeza all when I was DEAD! And then he didn't even defeat Freeza, that kid from the future did and he's YOUNGER than Kakarott! HE can even turn Super-Say-jin! I know that he was lying when he said that he was Say-jin, because I am the Prince of ALL Say-jins and I know exactly how many there are! There's that third-class commoner and his half-breed brat that he calls his son. And me. I don't know about you Bulma, but, all three of us have black hair and that guy from the future had PURPLE HAIR!"
Bulma smiled weakly.
"WHAT?" he barked.
Bulma shook her head. "Nothing."
Vegeta sat back down next to Bulma. He really hadn't meant to spill his every thought out to her. He was GOING to stop at Kakarott, but something told him to go on. Something about this woman made him drop some of his defenses.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
He turned to face her, his eyebrows raised up slightly.
"What'll you do after the Androids come and all. What if we change enough of our time so that you live or we win?"
Vegeta pondered over all of what she was saying. 'What'll you do?' He really had no clue. ' . . . Or we win . . .' 'we'. That stuck him hard. HE was now part of a group that saved the world. Not destroy it. This was new to him. He had never thought about it, really.
"I don't know. And how do you know that I'm going to live?" He asked.
"Well, apparently, I live. I don't know why I just didn't wish everyone back, eventually."
"You'd wish ME back?" Vegeta asked in disbelief as he pointed to himself.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I? You ARE my," her face became sad, "friend."
Vegeta watched as her face dropped when she said 'friend'.
"What? Now you don't want me as a friend?" he asked impatiently.
"Yeah, I do. It's just . . ."
" 'Just' what?"
"Nothing. Forget it." She said waving her hand in the air, as to rid the room of her stupid idea.
"No, tell me." Vegeta's warrior face came back. "I think I should know."
Bulma stayed quiet.
"TELL ME WOMAN!" He yelled. "I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS THAT Y . . ."
We will never know what Vegeta was going to say because Bulma leaned up and kissed him.
^^^^^^^^^^
That would be the fourth chapter!!!
To those of you who REVIEWed.
BLOODRAGON: thanks for REVIEWing! Most of the story is already typed up, I just have to fix some things. Plus, my camps are starting up, so, it might take longer!
CHILD OF THE ANCIENTS: Wow!!! You've stuck with me since the beginning! ALL of FOUR days!!! Thanks-you!!
VEGETA-IS-FORGOTTEN: thank-you!!!
ARI: Me? Spell? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I call it a spell check! Wonderful tool. Thank-you about all the other stuff though, and thanks for REVIEWing!
SERINITYBLOSSOM: Ah! Very good! Maybe you'll get up to THREE next time!!
M.Z.*D.E.E.: Thank-you, I try to write as fast as I can! But it is the putting it up part.
COOLVEGETA: Um . . .Thank-you!!!
Well, those are the ones that actually REVIEWed. Those of you that didn't . . .well . . .I can't talk to you then now can I? Now REVIEW!!!
