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Hey Vegetaz-girl! Thanks for the review on my story! Veggie's gotta a
blankie! He He He! If anyone else reviewed I'm sorry but they haven't come
up yet! I think this chapter will be better!
Chapter 2
Vegeta was now ghost white. 'Stupid Onna's going to blackmail me into doing Kami knows what!' Vegeta cringed slightly at the thoughts that past through his head of the mall and Bulma trying on everything in her closet.
"So Veggie," Bulma started off sweetly, "how come you haven't told me about your little friend?" She said biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling. Vegeta's gaze moved from Bulma to the blanket and then back to Bulma. Vegeta tried to look intimidating as always which was now surprisingly hard because she was 1. A head taller than him that close 2. She was dangling the blanket, his blanket above his head and 3. It was his blanket!
"Give it back!" Vegeta yelled and jumped at it. Bulma threw her arm up and Vegeta ended up falling back down as she smiled victoriously down at him. Bulma smirked inwardly, 'oh veggie!' Bulma's mind sang in a high voice, 'you're so gonna get what you deserve.'
Bulma made Vegeta try to jump for it for a few more minutes before taking a step back from him and with the blanket in one hand she placed both on her hips and stared at the fuming Vegeta.
"So Mister No Ouji," Bulma said while drawling out the words as she patted his blanket lightly, "what is this old rag for?"
Vegeta hated to lie through his teeth about something of the history of that heirloom but he decided Bulma would never let him live anything he said down anyway so why tell her?
"Nothing." Vegeta grunted in a half reply, but his eyes gave him away to Bulma.
"Okay then, so I guess I'll just toss it out." Bulma decided out loud and half enjoyed seeing the panic in Vegeta's eyes.
"No!" Vegeta said quickly without having a real explanation ready.
"Hmmm?" Bulma asked trying to look surprised.
"Errr, ahhhh, no. You have to fix my GR." Vegeta said concentrating on his blanket.
"That's okay; I'll just toss it in the trash on my way outside." Bulma said. 'This is fun, but I can't help almost feel bad for what I'm doing. Almost, being the keyword.'
"No, do not waste time! I want to continue my training." Vegeta said.
"Oh c'mon Vegeta! Who do you think I am? Even Goku could figure out what this," Bulma shook his blanket slightly for emphasis, "means to you! So the Saiyan Prince has a blankie?" Bulma said the last sentence in a babyish tone to Vegeta who was starting to get a pink tinge on his cheeks.
"No, it doesn't.I don't.I mean." Vegeta stuttered between words while figuring out what to say.
"Oh Kami! Vegeta where did you learn where to lie?! So you don't need this hmmm? Prove it."
"Prove what how?" Vegeta asked in a confused voice.
"My father will be gone for three months so I want you to prove that you don't need this blanket by going three whole months without it." Bulma said.
If Vegeta paled anymore he would probably collapse from shock, three whole months?! He had never been without his blanket for a day.
"And to make sure you follow through I'm going to keep this for the three months." Bulma said smiling.
"So I get it back at the end of the three months right?" Vegeta asked, 'great now I have to go looks for it after the woman's done 'hiding it.'
"Maybe." Bulma said, her face was starting to hurt from all that smiling but it didn't seem to matter right now.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAYBE?" Vegeta roared at her and glared almost strait through her.
"Well if you can go without it for three months than that means you can go without it for life." Bulma shrugged. "So you don't really need it that badly so when I see you in the three months and monitor you I can toss it out any time I want." Bulma would never do that, even to Vegeta but it was fun to see him be the one to sweat for a little while. Vegeta looked about ready to drop dead any second.
"Don't worry 'geta, I know how babies are about their blankies." Bulma said while kissing Vegeta's cheek and walking swiftly out of the room to let Vegeta down in his sorrows and figure out how to get his blankie back.
Chapter 2
Vegeta was now ghost white. 'Stupid Onna's going to blackmail me into doing Kami knows what!' Vegeta cringed slightly at the thoughts that past through his head of the mall and Bulma trying on everything in her closet.
"So Veggie," Bulma started off sweetly, "how come you haven't told me about your little friend?" She said biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling. Vegeta's gaze moved from Bulma to the blanket and then back to Bulma. Vegeta tried to look intimidating as always which was now surprisingly hard because she was 1. A head taller than him that close 2. She was dangling the blanket, his blanket above his head and 3. It was his blanket!
"Give it back!" Vegeta yelled and jumped at it. Bulma threw her arm up and Vegeta ended up falling back down as she smiled victoriously down at him. Bulma smirked inwardly, 'oh veggie!' Bulma's mind sang in a high voice, 'you're so gonna get what you deserve.'
Bulma made Vegeta try to jump for it for a few more minutes before taking a step back from him and with the blanket in one hand she placed both on her hips and stared at the fuming Vegeta.
"So Mister No Ouji," Bulma said while drawling out the words as she patted his blanket lightly, "what is this old rag for?"
Vegeta hated to lie through his teeth about something of the history of that heirloom but he decided Bulma would never let him live anything he said down anyway so why tell her?
"Nothing." Vegeta grunted in a half reply, but his eyes gave him away to Bulma.
"Okay then, so I guess I'll just toss it out." Bulma decided out loud and half enjoyed seeing the panic in Vegeta's eyes.
"No!" Vegeta said quickly without having a real explanation ready.
"Hmmm?" Bulma asked trying to look surprised.
"Errr, ahhhh, no. You have to fix my GR." Vegeta said concentrating on his blanket.
"That's okay; I'll just toss it in the trash on my way outside." Bulma said. 'This is fun, but I can't help almost feel bad for what I'm doing. Almost, being the keyword.'
"No, do not waste time! I want to continue my training." Vegeta said.
"Oh c'mon Vegeta! Who do you think I am? Even Goku could figure out what this," Bulma shook his blanket slightly for emphasis, "means to you! So the Saiyan Prince has a blankie?" Bulma said the last sentence in a babyish tone to Vegeta who was starting to get a pink tinge on his cheeks.
"No, it doesn't.I don't.I mean." Vegeta stuttered between words while figuring out what to say.
"Oh Kami! Vegeta where did you learn where to lie?! So you don't need this hmmm? Prove it."
"Prove what how?" Vegeta asked in a confused voice.
"My father will be gone for three months so I want you to prove that you don't need this blanket by going three whole months without it." Bulma said.
If Vegeta paled anymore he would probably collapse from shock, three whole months?! He had never been without his blanket for a day.
"And to make sure you follow through I'm going to keep this for the three months." Bulma said smiling.
"So I get it back at the end of the three months right?" Vegeta asked, 'great now I have to go looks for it after the woman's done 'hiding it.'
"Maybe." Bulma said, her face was starting to hurt from all that smiling but it didn't seem to matter right now.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAYBE?" Vegeta roared at her and glared almost strait through her.
"Well if you can go without it for three months than that means you can go without it for life." Bulma shrugged. "So you don't really need it that badly so when I see you in the three months and monitor you I can toss it out any time I want." Bulma would never do that, even to Vegeta but it was fun to see him be the one to sweat for a little while. Vegeta looked about ready to drop dead any second.
"Don't worry 'geta, I know how babies are about their blankies." Bulma said while kissing Vegeta's cheek and walking swiftly out of the room to let Vegeta down in his sorrows and figure out how to get his blankie back.