Disclaimer- Don't own it, own Lehela, BEWARE of my suing if you take her!
You have been warned that this is really short, & I'm sorry bout that...
So, read on!
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Bulma waited in the living room. Where was he? Why was Yamcha so damn late!? Bulma had been waiting there on the couch for almost an hour and was getting testy. (Wouldn't you be?) She was wearing a thick-strapped midnight blue dress going right above her knee with a slit on the right going to mid-thigh. It had a V-neckline with a tiny hexagon shaped sapphire at the bottom of it, to supposedly add style. Her hair was up in a glittery, messy bun with chop sticks running through it in an X. (Hope you guys know what I mean... lol.)
Suddenly she heard a car pull up and she rushed outside to see her Yamcha. He waved at her from inside the car and motioned for her to get in. Vegeta watched them as they left from the inside in spite of himself. He couldn't help but wonder if Bulma knew her baka had another woman at his apartment so early this morning...
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That night around 11, Vegeta heard a car pull in to the driveway. He looked out the window just in time to see the woman capsulating her car. She turned around and he could tell that she had bad crying, her red, puffy eyes, and smeared makeup easily revealed this. He sprinted up to his room, but left the door open ajar so he could see out into the dark hallway.
Just then he saw Bulma walking down the corridor slowly, seemingly lost in her own world. She walked into her room and he heard the door click as it shut. It was now, that he chose to come poke his head out into the hallway. When he was sure she wasn't coming back out, he stepped fully in to the dim light. He put his ear to her door-the next one down-and listened to muffled the cries. He heard the door open downstairs, and watched as a dark figure walked up the stairs. He glared, suddenly realizing who it was...
Bulma was lying in the bed with her face in the pillows. Suddenly she heard something outside her door, as someone walked in. She felt the bed sink at one end, as someone sat down. She turned her face up, ready to glare daggers at whomever it was.
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OMG! I am so sorry this is so friggin short! I have writer's block and it's the most evil thing in history! Review and give me ideas people, I am truly DESPERATE here! Who should it be? I'll take polls off whoever you want, just shout some name out! If there are repeats of names, I'll count them up, and use the name most 'shouted out' will be the one I use! There we go, so review, shout out a name and give me ideas people! Sorry again, hope to update soon, I'll come back again soon to tally up names, k? Okay, lol! LATER!
D-wisha*
PS- OMG- I just read some of your reviews, all of them were very nice, and I liked me as much as bulletproof marshmallows! One reviewer though, may- star, I wanna thank especially! I loved that review, even though she read my story on accident apparently! Lol! Thank you may-star, you flatter me immensely! Okay, later all! As the saying goes: Peace, love, & bulletproof marshmallows!
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Bulma waited in the living room. Where was he? Why was Yamcha so damn late!? Bulma had been waiting there on the couch for almost an hour and was getting testy. (Wouldn't you be?) She was wearing a thick-strapped midnight blue dress going right above her knee with a slit on the right going to mid-thigh. It had a V-neckline with a tiny hexagon shaped sapphire at the bottom of it, to supposedly add style. Her hair was up in a glittery, messy bun with chop sticks running through it in an X. (Hope you guys know what I mean... lol.)
Suddenly she heard a car pull up and she rushed outside to see her Yamcha. He waved at her from inside the car and motioned for her to get in. Vegeta watched them as they left from the inside in spite of himself. He couldn't help but wonder if Bulma knew her baka had another woman at his apartment so early this morning...
~*~
That night around 11, Vegeta heard a car pull in to the driveway. He looked out the window just in time to see the woman capsulating her car. She turned around and he could tell that she had bad crying, her red, puffy eyes, and smeared makeup easily revealed this. He sprinted up to his room, but left the door open ajar so he could see out into the dark hallway.
Just then he saw Bulma walking down the corridor slowly, seemingly lost in her own world. She walked into her room and he heard the door click as it shut. It was now, that he chose to come poke his head out into the hallway. When he was sure she wasn't coming back out, he stepped fully in to the dim light. He put his ear to her door-the next one down-and listened to muffled the cries. He heard the door open downstairs, and watched as a dark figure walked up the stairs. He glared, suddenly realizing who it was...
Bulma was lying in the bed with her face in the pillows. Suddenly she heard something outside her door, as someone walked in. She felt the bed sink at one end, as someone sat down. She turned her face up, ready to glare daggers at whomever it was.
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OMG! I am so sorry this is so friggin short! I have writer's block and it's the most evil thing in history! Review and give me ideas people, I am truly DESPERATE here! Who should it be? I'll take polls off whoever you want, just shout some name out! If there are repeats of names, I'll count them up, and use the name most 'shouted out' will be the one I use! There we go, so review, shout out a name and give me ideas people! Sorry again, hope to update soon, I'll come back again soon to tally up names, k? Okay, lol! LATER!
D-wisha*
PS- OMG- I just read some of your reviews, all of them were very nice, and I liked me as much as bulletproof marshmallows! One reviewer though, may- star, I wanna thank especially! I loved that review, even though she read my story on accident apparently! Lol! Thank you may-star, you flatter me immensely! Okay, later all! As the saying goes: Peace, love, & bulletproof marshmallows!
