Wow I haven't updated in quite awhile. Maybe I should do that huh. Okay
then here's an update.
P.S. thanks' bunches everyone for reviewing. ^__^
Bulma waited expectantly outside the main drive for Lord Yamcha's coach to arrive, cursing him under her breath as the steady rain fell harder. The rain had come from nowhere, leaving her with only a reed thin cloak to save her from the elements. The chill reached down to her bones, raking her body with shivers, her teeth chattering mercilessly. Sitting down on the side of the road, she pulled the cloak closer around her. Closing her eyes she willed Yamcha's coach to appear.
The sound of metal striking the cobblestones quickly caught her attention, "Finally. Why can't that man fly like a normal person." She grumbled.
Stumbling upward, she got to her feet and to the middle of the road, standing where no one could miss her. Yamcha's coach soon rounded the bend, the two metallic horses snorting playfully in the rain.
Cursing under his breath the driver yanked back on the reins, causing the horses to rear and swerve, just barely missing Bulma as she stood her ground.
"Trikin, what is the problem," Yamcha's head popped out of the side window," I wanted to get to the capital in one piece."
"I'm sorry sir, but some idiot is standing out in the middle of the road without enough sense to move." The driver stammered as he tried to quite the horses.
"Where is he now."
"She is waiting for you to invite her in out of the rain," Bulma barked at him, completely feed up with the whole days adventures.
"Bulma is that you," Yamcha asked surprised, as he stepped out of the carriage and on to the road. His impeccable self was slightly wrinkled, his dark brown eyes showing signs of a long haggard journey.
"No it's a water sprite, of course it's me. Now are you going to let me in or are you going to let me freeze."
He blushed and stammered, " Of course come on in."
He held the door open as she stomped past him and into the coach. The inside was lavishly over done. The over stuffed velvet seats and silk curtains were quickly becoming soaked as Bulma settled in, draping her cloak on the seat beside her. Her long hair clinging to her face, her clothes dripping on the carpeted floor.
After informing the driver of their new passenger, Yamcha joined her, half- smiling as he gazed at his long time friend. He had always entertained thoughts of more then just friendship between them but it was not to be. She had no idea of what he felt for her and he had no intention of messing up what they did have. Being able to spend time with her was enough for him.
"You look as beautiful as ever Bulma."
"Be serious, I look like a drowned rat and you know it," she scoffed, then leaned toward him, concern softening her face," You by the way look even worse. Are you ill?"
Yamcha smiled completely now, pleased that she cared enough to ask," No I'm not sick but I have hurried my journey and am overly tired."
"Why did you hurry."
He took one of her hands between his, wishing that he could pull her closer," Bulma I have been worried about."
"Why would you be worried about me. You of all people should know that I can take care of myself."
He frowned," ChiChi has recently been in contact with me and has shared her feelings about the changes in your personality. I just wanted to make sure for myself that you where well. I know how much you hate these suitors your father keeps forcing on you and hoped I could elevate some of the stress before it got to you.'
"Yamcha that's so sweet but I'm fine," she released her hand and settled back into the seat," in fact that's why I was waiting for you out there. I need to ask you for a favor before you get into the palace."
"I'll try and do what's ever in my power to."
"Its not really a big favor its just that, well," she stammered not sure how to ask him," you said yourself you know how much I hate these suitors and you wanted to do what you could to help." He nodded, " well ChiChi and I have come up with a way for me to tolerate them a little more, but we're going to need your help."
"Just tell me what I need to do."
"We need you to pretend that ChiChi is me and that I'm her." She raised her hand to stop him from speaking," I know it sounds strange but it's the only way I will get to find out what these men are really like. If I have to marry one of them I want to know what I'm getting into."
Her lovely eyes pleaded with, breaking through his resolve and crushing his heart. He despised the thought of her being forced into a loveless marriage and wanted no part in helping her choose but he found himself answering with what she wanted to hear," I would be happy to help you. With one condition of course."
"What," she smiled, thinking nothing of his wanting a favor in return.
"You have to promise me that we'll get to spend some real time with each other while I'm there. Name switch or not."
"Of course." She replied. They both settled back with out another word, their own thoughts consuming them on the rest of the trip to the city.
Well what do you think? I'm sorry it took so long to update but I hope that the quality hasn't been ruined. Thanks bunches.
P.S. thanks' bunches everyone for reviewing. ^__^
Bulma waited expectantly outside the main drive for Lord Yamcha's coach to arrive, cursing him under her breath as the steady rain fell harder. The rain had come from nowhere, leaving her with only a reed thin cloak to save her from the elements. The chill reached down to her bones, raking her body with shivers, her teeth chattering mercilessly. Sitting down on the side of the road, she pulled the cloak closer around her. Closing her eyes she willed Yamcha's coach to appear.
The sound of metal striking the cobblestones quickly caught her attention, "Finally. Why can't that man fly like a normal person." She grumbled.
Stumbling upward, she got to her feet and to the middle of the road, standing where no one could miss her. Yamcha's coach soon rounded the bend, the two metallic horses snorting playfully in the rain.
Cursing under his breath the driver yanked back on the reins, causing the horses to rear and swerve, just barely missing Bulma as she stood her ground.
"Trikin, what is the problem," Yamcha's head popped out of the side window," I wanted to get to the capital in one piece."
"I'm sorry sir, but some idiot is standing out in the middle of the road without enough sense to move." The driver stammered as he tried to quite the horses.
"Where is he now."
"She is waiting for you to invite her in out of the rain," Bulma barked at him, completely feed up with the whole days adventures.
"Bulma is that you," Yamcha asked surprised, as he stepped out of the carriage and on to the road. His impeccable self was slightly wrinkled, his dark brown eyes showing signs of a long haggard journey.
"No it's a water sprite, of course it's me. Now are you going to let me in or are you going to let me freeze."
He blushed and stammered, " Of course come on in."
He held the door open as she stomped past him and into the coach. The inside was lavishly over done. The over stuffed velvet seats and silk curtains were quickly becoming soaked as Bulma settled in, draping her cloak on the seat beside her. Her long hair clinging to her face, her clothes dripping on the carpeted floor.
After informing the driver of their new passenger, Yamcha joined her, half- smiling as he gazed at his long time friend. He had always entertained thoughts of more then just friendship between them but it was not to be. She had no idea of what he felt for her and he had no intention of messing up what they did have. Being able to spend time with her was enough for him.
"You look as beautiful as ever Bulma."
"Be serious, I look like a drowned rat and you know it," she scoffed, then leaned toward him, concern softening her face," You by the way look even worse. Are you ill?"
Yamcha smiled completely now, pleased that she cared enough to ask," No I'm not sick but I have hurried my journey and am overly tired."
"Why did you hurry."
He took one of her hands between his, wishing that he could pull her closer," Bulma I have been worried about."
"Why would you be worried about me. You of all people should know that I can take care of myself."
He frowned," ChiChi has recently been in contact with me and has shared her feelings about the changes in your personality. I just wanted to make sure for myself that you where well. I know how much you hate these suitors your father keeps forcing on you and hoped I could elevate some of the stress before it got to you.'
"Yamcha that's so sweet but I'm fine," she released her hand and settled back into the seat," in fact that's why I was waiting for you out there. I need to ask you for a favor before you get into the palace."
"I'll try and do what's ever in my power to."
"Its not really a big favor its just that, well," she stammered not sure how to ask him," you said yourself you know how much I hate these suitors and you wanted to do what you could to help." He nodded, " well ChiChi and I have come up with a way for me to tolerate them a little more, but we're going to need your help."
"Just tell me what I need to do."
"We need you to pretend that ChiChi is me and that I'm her." She raised her hand to stop him from speaking," I know it sounds strange but it's the only way I will get to find out what these men are really like. If I have to marry one of them I want to know what I'm getting into."
Her lovely eyes pleaded with, breaking through his resolve and crushing his heart. He despised the thought of her being forced into a loveless marriage and wanted no part in helping her choose but he found himself answering with what she wanted to hear," I would be happy to help you. With one condition of course."
"What," she smiled, thinking nothing of his wanting a favor in return.
"You have to promise me that we'll get to spend some real time with each other while I'm there. Name switch or not."
"Of course." She replied. They both settled back with out another word, their own thoughts consuming them on the rest of the trip to the city.
Well what do you think? I'm sorry it took so long to update but I hope that the quality hasn't been ruined. Thanks bunches.