Chapter 5: Hot Wheels and Action Figures
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the following characters
except for Celeste. She be mine.
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Celeste groaned. Where was she? She tried to open her eyes, but as
soon as they let in the tiniest bit of light they stung. ::Ok, sight's
out.:: She thought. Celeste moved her hands slowly. She felt the tug
of sheets catch her hand as it traveled across the surface. A bed. ::And
a rather comfortable one at that.:: She thought. Celeste almost
drifted off again.
She felt the darkness pulling her back into sleep, but she
resisted. She had to get up, find out where she was, escape. But the
pull was so strong. It was a chore to just stay awake, let alone try to
open her eyes again. She turned onto her side, pondering what to do.
Celeste listened hard, focusing on the silence, but then a child's voice
cut through it. ::Trunks must be in the next room over.:: She thought.
An idea came to her, and Celeste grinned maliciously.
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Bulma finished putting the many dishes into the dishwasher, all
the while grumbling about how much Vegeta ate.
"If you wants to eat so much, he should wash his own damn dishes!"
She yelled, and accidentally slammed a dish into the counter, sending
pieces flying. Bulma sighed and bent down to pick up the pieces that
had landed on the floor. She realized that all this stress was getting to
her. She needed some 'alone' time.
"Just some time to rest, relax, forget." She thought out loud. ::A
spa maybe? :: She kept her thoughts in her head now. ::Nah, I could
make my own. But that alone would be more work. Might as well pay
to go to one then spend the time making one.:: She reasoned. Bulma's
face brightened as she realized what she had to look forward to. She
quickly scribbled a note for Vegeta (who was training in the gravity
room, where else?), grabbed her purse and walked out the door,
forgetting all about her sick houseguest.
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Vegeta through open the door. He had been training for hours, and he
was starving again.
"WOMAN!" He called.
"WOMAN, WHERE ARE YOU? I'M STARVING!" He was getting
angry. Usually Bulma either came out to cook him something or
yelled an insult, but neither had happened. "Hmm." Vegeta walked
through the living room and down the hallway.
"Woman!" He yelled down the hallway. He realized the door on his
far left, the door to the guestroom was open just a crack. He took a
few steps toward it, then stopped. What had Bulma said during
dinner? Something about the guestroom, but his loud chewing had
pretty much drowned it out.
~During Dinner~
"Vegeta, I put Celeste in the guestroom. She needs rest, so STAY
OUT of there! Ok?"
"Mmmph." He replied. He hadn't really heard her, but he wasn't
about to admit it. He learned a while ago that ignoring his mate
meant trouble. Especially if she found out.
~Back to Vegeta~
He open the door, only to see an empty bed. The sheets were ruffled
and the pillow was at the foot of the bed. He grabbed a corner of the
sheet and picked it up. Short black and brown hairs were all over the
sheet. He picked one off and looked at it closely. It was one of
Celeste's tail hairs. He flicked it back onto the sheet. ::Great,:: He
thought. ::The female is loose. And the woman is no where to be
found.::
SMASH!
Vegeta looked towards the doorway in time to see Celeste dash
down the hallway towards the living room. She had a scared look on
her face like someone was chasing her and was holding what looked
like one of Trunks's action figures. He ran out the door and stopped
in the hallway.
"Come back here you foolish brat!" He yelled. Just as he was about
to go after here, Trunks ran right into his legs, causing him to
stumble. He reached back and grabbed Trunks by the back of his shirt.
Trunks was nearly in tears.
"What is it, pest?" He growled.
"She. she.she took my. my.. my toy!" He bawled. Vegeta tilted
his head back and sighed. He dropped Trunks back onto the floor,
where he preceded to cry his eyes out. Vegeta turned around and
walked into the living room. He stopped and looked around. He
could sense the girl, but he couldn't see her.
"Woman, where are you?" This was the last thing Vegeta knew how
to deal with. Aliens, sure. Children, no way.
"Child, get out where I can see you!" Whump! Vegeta suddenly felt a
weight on his back and arms around his neck. He twisted his head
around to come face to face with Celeste, who at first looked as
surprised as him. Then her face twisted into a devious grin and she
wrapped her legs around his waist. She must have been on the ceiling
to surprise him like that. "Hi ho Silver, AWAAAAAY!" She shouted.
She then whipped him in the leg with a hot wheels track. As Vegeta
danced around, trying to pull the psycho teen off his back and wishing
Bulma was there, he remembered that Trunks hadn't really specified
which toy Celeste had taken.
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Bulma walked in the front door, refreshed and renewed. Boy, she felt
good. She turned around after closing the door to find Vegeta
standing there, arms crossed, looking more pissed off then normal.
His hair was sticking out at funny angles (more so then usual,
anyways), and his eyes look slightly bloodshot. Also the left side of
his upper pant leg seemed to be worn and a bit ripped.
"What happened?!" Bulma asked, rather loudly. Vegeta never let his
hair out of place and always wore fresh clothes. He pointed towards
the living room. Bulma walked around the corner to see Celeste
thrashing on the floor, arms, hands, feet and legs bound. A hot wheels
track lay beside her and Trunk sat on the couch playing with an action
figure. A lamp was knocked over and one of the chairs was upside
down. She looked up to see handprints and scorch marks on the
ceiling. The screen on the TV was scratched up a lot more than usual.
Basically, the living room was trashed. Bulma's purse slid off her
shoulder as she froze, lost in the question of how this could happen.
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Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! Horrible horrible me for got to update!
Well let's hope I'm back on schedule.
Pfft, yeah right. But I will try.
Really.
- Siphyis
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the following characters
except for Celeste. She be mine.
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Celeste groaned. Where was she? She tried to open her eyes, but as
soon as they let in the tiniest bit of light they stung. ::Ok, sight's
out.:: She thought. Celeste moved her hands slowly. She felt the tug
of sheets catch her hand as it traveled across the surface. A bed. ::And
a rather comfortable one at that.:: She thought. Celeste almost
drifted off again.
She felt the darkness pulling her back into sleep, but she
resisted. She had to get up, find out where she was, escape. But the
pull was so strong. It was a chore to just stay awake, let alone try to
open her eyes again. She turned onto her side, pondering what to do.
Celeste listened hard, focusing on the silence, but then a child's voice
cut through it. ::Trunks must be in the next room over.:: She thought.
An idea came to her, and Celeste grinned maliciously.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bulma finished putting the many dishes into the dishwasher, all
the while grumbling about how much Vegeta ate.
"If you wants to eat so much, he should wash his own damn dishes!"
She yelled, and accidentally slammed a dish into the counter, sending
pieces flying. Bulma sighed and bent down to pick up the pieces that
had landed on the floor. She realized that all this stress was getting to
her. She needed some 'alone' time.
"Just some time to rest, relax, forget." She thought out loud. ::A
spa maybe? :: She kept her thoughts in her head now. ::Nah, I could
make my own. But that alone would be more work. Might as well pay
to go to one then spend the time making one.:: She reasoned. Bulma's
face brightened as she realized what she had to look forward to. She
quickly scribbled a note for Vegeta (who was training in the gravity
room, where else?), grabbed her purse and walked out the door,
forgetting all about her sick houseguest.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta through open the door. He had been training for hours, and he
was starving again.
"WOMAN!" He called.
"WOMAN, WHERE ARE YOU? I'M STARVING!" He was getting
angry. Usually Bulma either came out to cook him something or
yelled an insult, but neither had happened. "Hmm." Vegeta walked
through the living room and down the hallway.
"Woman!" He yelled down the hallway. He realized the door on his
far left, the door to the guestroom was open just a crack. He took a
few steps toward it, then stopped. What had Bulma said during
dinner? Something about the guestroom, but his loud chewing had
pretty much drowned it out.
~During Dinner~
"Vegeta, I put Celeste in the guestroom. She needs rest, so STAY
OUT of there! Ok?"
"Mmmph." He replied. He hadn't really heard her, but he wasn't
about to admit it. He learned a while ago that ignoring his mate
meant trouble. Especially if she found out.
~Back to Vegeta~
He open the door, only to see an empty bed. The sheets were ruffled
and the pillow was at the foot of the bed. He grabbed a corner of the
sheet and picked it up. Short black and brown hairs were all over the
sheet. He picked one off and looked at it closely. It was one of
Celeste's tail hairs. He flicked it back onto the sheet. ::Great,:: He
thought. ::The female is loose. And the woman is no where to be
found.::
SMASH!
Vegeta looked towards the doorway in time to see Celeste dash
down the hallway towards the living room. She had a scared look on
her face like someone was chasing her and was holding what looked
like one of Trunks's action figures. He ran out the door and stopped
in the hallway.
"Come back here you foolish brat!" He yelled. Just as he was about
to go after here, Trunks ran right into his legs, causing him to
stumble. He reached back and grabbed Trunks by the back of his shirt.
Trunks was nearly in tears.
"What is it, pest?" He growled.
"She. she.she took my. my.. my toy!" He bawled. Vegeta tilted
his head back and sighed. He dropped Trunks back onto the floor,
where he preceded to cry his eyes out. Vegeta turned around and
walked into the living room. He stopped and looked around. He
could sense the girl, but he couldn't see her.
"Woman, where are you?" This was the last thing Vegeta knew how
to deal with. Aliens, sure. Children, no way.
"Child, get out where I can see you!" Whump! Vegeta suddenly felt a
weight on his back and arms around his neck. He twisted his head
around to come face to face with Celeste, who at first looked as
surprised as him. Then her face twisted into a devious grin and she
wrapped her legs around his waist. She must have been on the ceiling
to surprise him like that. "Hi ho Silver, AWAAAAAY!" She shouted.
She then whipped him in the leg with a hot wheels track. As Vegeta
danced around, trying to pull the psycho teen off his back and wishing
Bulma was there, he remembered that Trunks hadn't really specified
which toy Celeste had taken.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bulma walked in the front door, refreshed and renewed. Boy, she felt
good. She turned around after closing the door to find Vegeta
standing there, arms crossed, looking more pissed off then normal.
His hair was sticking out at funny angles (more so then usual,
anyways), and his eyes look slightly bloodshot. Also the left side of
his upper pant leg seemed to be worn and a bit ripped.
"What happened?!" Bulma asked, rather loudly. Vegeta never let his
hair out of place and always wore fresh clothes. He pointed towards
the living room. Bulma walked around the corner to see Celeste
thrashing on the floor, arms, hands, feet and legs bound. A hot wheels
track lay beside her and Trunk sat on the couch playing with an action
figure. A lamp was knocked over and one of the chairs was upside
down. She looked up to see handprints and scorch marks on the
ceiling. The screen on the TV was scratched up a lot more than usual.
Basically, the living room was trashed. Bulma's purse slid off her
shoulder as she froze, lost in the question of how this could happen.
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Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! Horrible horrible me for got to update!
Well let's hope I'm back on schedule.
Pfft, yeah right. But I will try.
Really.
- Siphyis