A/N- Oh my god, it's been so long, but I swear I've just been
REALLY busy! Plus my dad is in Kuwait, so whatever, just
sorry! Enjoy!
Disclaimer- Oh, I don't... THINK I own them... hmmm.
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"Vegeta!? Is there something WRONG with you!?" Bulma screeched as she smacked him on the chest.
After a moment of pseudo thought he replied, "Nothing but the usual woman."
She growled but remained silent other than that. She looked around nervously and avoided looking down at the rolling valleys and fields below as much as she could. This behavior didn't go unnoticed by her companion though. "What's wrong with you?" he questioned.
"Nothing, why would you ask that?" she answered none too slowly. He merely eyed her inquisitively though.
Bulma looked began looking around once more, but just as she was getting used to her environment, she herself descending at a rapid pace. 'He wouldn't have dropped me, would he?' she thought, suddenly fear stricken. This particular man, probably would... She reached out her arms out as a sort of instinctive motion, trying to grab on the anything she could. And she hooked her arm around something she hoped to be Vegeta's neck; she looked over and found it was. So she then wrapped both arms around him tightly and buried her head in the crook of his neck.
Vegeta looked to the woman in his arms in a curious manner. She was in panic and he was merely landing! 'Humans...' he thought. He touched down and shook Bulma slightly to try and get her to look up. She complied and suddenly bolted upright, just as he suspected.
Too say she was awed by her surroundings, would be saying nothing at all. 'This is... beautiful!' She looked at her surroundings in sheer amazement. They were in a small clearing in the middle of what she guessed to be a rather large forest, considering all the huge oaks surrounding them. The ground was covered with tall green grass and dispersed patches of colorful wildflowers. There was also a small cliff type structure made of rocks, with a waterfall dropping off from it, creating a pond below. Hell, there was even a rainbow in the mist where the waterfall met the pond! (I hope you know what I'm talking about people!) This was just... like a picture you only see in books of exotic places.
She hopped down from Vegeta's embrace and walked to the edge of the water, kneeling down beside it and just gazed around. Finally her gaze shifted to the pond below her. It was crystal clear with a tiny hint of blue coloring to it. You even see to the bottom, made up of tiny, white pebbles that reflected the early sun's light. She fells backwards to sit on her bum (... no other words I could think of...) slightly surprised to feel someone behind her. "So how long have you known about this place?" she asked.
"I don't keep track; I only came here to train once or twice, but then I found a better spot," he told her, and then added, "With less flowers."
"That sounds like you," she replied.
"Meaning what, woman?" he questioned suspiciously.
"Nothing in particular, it just figures you would leave someplace like this for a more rugged terrain," she told him. "With less flowers," she added playfully, while leaning back against him.
"Well, since you seem to be so comfy now..." he began.
"And I am," she interrupted.
"Why don't you tell me why you so scared while we were flying over here?" he said, seeing her pale if only slightly at the question.
Bulma felt nervous all of a sudden, should she answer that? Or just leave it be and just avoid the question? She arose from her position and took about one step before she felt a hand rest upon her shoulder, and pull her back into a strong embrace. She covered her face with her hand in a weak attempt to cover up her embarrassment.
His arms rested lightly around her waist as he asked again, speaking with his mouth next to her ear, "What made you afraid, woman?"
She shivered in spite of herself, but remained defiant, simply replying, "It was nothing, Vegeta."
"People, don't typically, 'freak out' as you like to put it, when one is simply landing," he continued, "So why did you?"
"Because..." she began, taking a deep breath feeling rather stupid now, "I thought you dropped me..."
"What kind of a stupid idea is that?" he asked, "Why would I want to drop you, aside from the fact you're a loud, annoying wench who..." He stopped suddenly seeing her face.
"I don't know why I thought that... It was just instinctive I guess! Stupid, yes, but still..."she tried to explain.
"Well... has that ever happened before? You being dropped?" he asked suspiciously as he watched her countenance, she was noticeably uncomfortable with the question.
She hesitated, "N-no, of course not."
"Stupid woman. Do you actually think I believe that?"
"Yes," she stated simply and walked closer to the waterfall and, at the same time, furthered her distance from him.
"Of course that's never happened..." she thought.
~*~*~
"How could you break that Kami-damned room AGAIN!?" Bulma screeched as Vegeta dodged a stray plate hurtled at him.
"You ask me that every time woman... and every," he caught a wine glass, and set it on the kitchen counter; she was running out of ammo, he noticed, "time I tell you, that the fucking machine just isn't strong enough!"
"Well, I'm sorry, your majesty," she began sarcastically, "that the most durable material on the market, doesn't reach your standards!"
He disappeared suddenly, and then was behind her, holding both arms behind her back. "Well, this time I suppose you are forgiven, but when you upgrade, find something better."
She snatched her arms back as she turned to face him, and simply glared before asking, "What makes you so sure I'll even fix the damn thing, much less upgrade it?"
He shrugged, "You always do."
Then he was gone, and she knew he was right. So she got out her toolbox, and set off to her 'work'.
It had been two weeks since the incident with Lehela, and two weeks since Vegeta had taken her to the clearing in the woods. And life... it was boring. Yamcha had called her once to try and make up, but she had hung up on him. When he had the gall to come over with his roses and chocolates, looking as pathetic as he possibly could, she could only slam the door in his face. Other than that, he left her alone.
Vegeta? Nothing had happened at all from his point of view. At least nothing he thought was worth caring about. He only spoke to her when he wanted food, or if the gravity room was broken.
'Typical,' she thought.
She was beginning to wonder when her parent would return from Germany on another business trip though.
"My parents are never gone this long..." she thought aloud as she knelt beside the GR, repairing some of the siding that had cracked from the intense pressure emitted from the inside. "I hope nothings happened to them."
"Maybe they just got sick you and ran off," inquired a voice from behind her.
She turned to see Vegeta, sitting a few feet behind her. His head was cocked slightly to the side as he sat Indian-style and leaned back with support from his arms. His signature smirk was plastered on his face.
"Right, they ran away from ME," she laughed lightly, "If anything, they left to get away from you!"
"Ha! Me? Highly doubtful, that ditz you call a mother is in LOVE with me!" he stated.
He saw her smile slightly as if in agreement with him as she turned away. He simply watched her a few seconds before he heard his name called out into the quiet.
Bulma's head snapped up as her ears perked. "What was that!?" she questioned.
He groaned, clearly annoyed. "It's that bitch, the girl from the club. She keeps coming around here, interrupting my training with a new, slutty outfit every... damn... day!"
"She's still trying that?" Bulma asked in confusion. "I've never seen her though!"
"You're always either inside or off somewhere shopping, or whatever it is you do," he told her quickly. Suddenly he had the same strange glint in his eye as he did at the club before they danced. There was something behind it. "Woman," he said, "I need a... favor."
~*~*~
"Where is he?" Lehela asked herself.
Today she was decked out in a black leather miniskirt, with a slit up the left side still, and a matching lesther jacket with a light blue tank top that included a plunging neckline. As well as her black high heels that had her favorite, thin, crisscrossing straps.
She continued her walk around the building to the back where Vegeta would, most surely, be training. Did the man ever stop? Of course... he was always gleaming in that thin coat of sweat when she came upon him training... She giggled to herself as she finally reached her destination, though stopped in her tracks, shocked by what she saw before her.
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A/n- Ohhhhhhhh... What does she see!? Well, I know, but you'll have to wait. (I'm already writing it I swear!) It took me so long to write this one, I tried to make it longer than usual! I hope you guys liked it, and don't forget to review, cause I was up til 2:30am writing it for ya! Sorry again, and review!!!
Bullet-Proof Marshmallows!
D-Wisha*
{*}_{*}
Disclaimer- Oh, I don't... THINK I own them... hmmm.
~*~*~
"Vegeta!? Is there something WRONG with you!?" Bulma screeched as she smacked him on the chest.
After a moment of pseudo thought he replied, "Nothing but the usual woman."
She growled but remained silent other than that. She looked around nervously and avoided looking down at the rolling valleys and fields below as much as she could. This behavior didn't go unnoticed by her companion though. "What's wrong with you?" he questioned.
"Nothing, why would you ask that?" she answered none too slowly. He merely eyed her inquisitively though.
Bulma looked began looking around once more, but just as she was getting used to her environment, she herself descending at a rapid pace. 'He wouldn't have dropped me, would he?' she thought, suddenly fear stricken. This particular man, probably would... She reached out her arms out as a sort of instinctive motion, trying to grab on the anything she could. And she hooked her arm around something she hoped to be Vegeta's neck; she looked over and found it was. So she then wrapped both arms around him tightly and buried her head in the crook of his neck.
Vegeta looked to the woman in his arms in a curious manner. She was in panic and he was merely landing! 'Humans...' he thought. He touched down and shook Bulma slightly to try and get her to look up. She complied and suddenly bolted upright, just as he suspected.
Too say she was awed by her surroundings, would be saying nothing at all. 'This is... beautiful!' She looked at her surroundings in sheer amazement. They were in a small clearing in the middle of what she guessed to be a rather large forest, considering all the huge oaks surrounding them. The ground was covered with tall green grass and dispersed patches of colorful wildflowers. There was also a small cliff type structure made of rocks, with a waterfall dropping off from it, creating a pond below. Hell, there was even a rainbow in the mist where the waterfall met the pond! (I hope you know what I'm talking about people!) This was just... like a picture you only see in books of exotic places.
She hopped down from Vegeta's embrace and walked to the edge of the water, kneeling down beside it and just gazed around. Finally her gaze shifted to the pond below her. It was crystal clear with a tiny hint of blue coloring to it. You even see to the bottom, made up of tiny, white pebbles that reflected the early sun's light. She fells backwards to sit on her bum (... no other words I could think of...) slightly surprised to feel someone behind her. "So how long have you known about this place?" she asked.
"I don't keep track; I only came here to train once or twice, but then I found a better spot," he told her, and then added, "With less flowers."
"That sounds like you," she replied.
"Meaning what, woman?" he questioned suspiciously.
"Nothing in particular, it just figures you would leave someplace like this for a more rugged terrain," she told him. "With less flowers," she added playfully, while leaning back against him.
"Well, since you seem to be so comfy now..." he began.
"And I am," she interrupted.
"Why don't you tell me why you so scared while we were flying over here?" he said, seeing her pale if only slightly at the question.
Bulma felt nervous all of a sudden, should she answer that? Or just leave it be and just avoid the question? She arose from her position and took about one step before she felt a hand rest upon her shoulder, and pull her back into a strong embrace. She covered her face with her hand in a weak attempt to cover up her embarrassment.
His arms rested lightly around her waist as he asked again, speaking with his mouth next to her ear, "What made you afraid, woman?"
She shivered in spite of herself, but remained defiant, simply replying, "It was nothing, Vegeta."
"People, don't typically, 'freak out' as you like to put it, when one is simply landing," he continued, "So why did you?"
"Because..." she began, taking a deep breath feeling rather stupid now, "I thought you dropped me..."
"What kind of a stupid idea is that?" he asked, "Why would I want to drop you, aside from the fact you're a loud, annoying wench who..." He stopped suddenly seeing her face.
"I don't know why I thought that... It was just instinctive I guess! Stupid, yes, but still..."she tried to explain.
"Well... has that ever happened before? You being dropped?" he asked suspiciously as he watched her countenance, she was noticeably uncomfortable with the question.
She hesitated, "N-no, of course not."
"Stupid woman. Do you actually think I believe that?"
"Yes," she stated simply and walked closer to the waterfall and, at the same time, furthered her distance from him.
"Of course that's never happened..." she thought.
~*~*~
"How could you break that Kami-damned room AGAIN!?" Bulma screeched as Vegeta dodged a stray plate hurtled at him.
"You ask me that every time woman... and every," he caught a wine glass, and set it on the kitchen counter; she was running out of ammo, he noticed, "time I tell you, that the fucking machine just isn't strong enough!"
"Well, I'm sorry, your majesty," she began sarcastically, "that the most durable material on the market, doesn't reach your standards!"
He disappeared suddenly, and then was behind her, holding both arms behind her back. "Well, this time I suppose you are forgiven, but when you upgrade, find something better."
She snatched her arms back as she turned to face him, and simply glared before asking, "What makes you so sure I'll even fix the damn thing, much less upgrade it?"
He shrugged, "You always do."
Then he was gone, and she knew he was right. So she got out her toolbox, and set off to her 'work'.
It had been two weeks since the incident with Lehela, and two weeks since Vegeta had taken her to the clearing in the woods. And life... it was boring. Yamcha had called her once to try and make up, but she had hung up on him. When he had the gall to come over with his roses and chocolates, looking as pathetic as he possibly could, she could only slam the door in his face. Other than that, he left her alone.
Vegeta? Nothing had happened at all from his point of view. At least nothing he thought was worth caring about. He only spoke to her when he wanted food, or if the gravity room was broken.
'Typical,' she thought.
She was beginning to wonder when her parent would return from Germany on another business trip though.
"My parents are never gone this long..." she thought aloud as she knelt beside the GR, repairing some of the siding that had cracked from the intense pressure emitted from the inside. "I hope nothings happened to them."
"Maybe they just got sick you and ran off," inquired a voice from behind her.
She turned to see Vegeta, sitting a few feet behind her. His head was cocked slightly to the side as he sat Indian-style and leaned back with support from his arms. His signature smirk was plastered on his face.
"Right, they ran away from ME," she laughed lightly, "If anything, they left to get away from you!"
"Ha! Me? Highly doubtful, that ditz you call a mother is in LOVE with me!" he stated.
He saw her smile slightly as if in agreement with him as she turned away. He simply watched her a few seconds before he heard his name called out into the quiet.
Bulma's head snapped up as her ears perked. "What was that!?" she questioned.
He groaned, clearly annoyed. "It's that bitch, the girl from the club. She keeps coming around here, interrupting my training with a new, slutty outfit every... damn... day!"
"She's still trying that?" Bulma asked in confusion. "I've never seen her though!"
"You're always either inside or off somewhere shopping, or whatever it is you do," he told her quickly. Suddenly he had the same strange glint in his eye as he did at the club before they danced. There was something behind it. "Woman," he said, "I need a... favor."
~*~*~
"Where is he?" Lehela asked herself.
Today she was decked out in a black leather miniskirt, with a slit up the left side still, and a matching lesther jacket with a light blue tank top that included a plunging neckline. As well as her black high heels that had her favorite, thin, crisscrossing straps.
She continued her walk around the building to the back where Vegeta would, most surely, be training. Did the man ever stop? Of course... he was always gleaming in that thin coat of sweat when she came upon him training... She giggled to herself as she finally reached her destination, though stopped in her tracks, shocked by what she saw before her.
~*~*~
A/n- Ohhhhhhhh... What does she see!? Well, I know, but you'll have to wait. (I'm already writing it I swear!) It took me so long to write this one, I tried to make it longer than usual! I hope you guys liked it, and don't forget to review, cause I was up til 2:30am writing it for ya! Sorry again, and review!!!
Bullet-Proof Marshmallows!
D-Wisha*
{*}_{*}
