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Ok I'm back with chapter 2!
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Vegeta opened his eyes to the glare of the fluorescent lights reflecting off the tile of the Gravity Room floor. 'What a nightmare,' he thought. He groaned and tried to get up. But the tile was too slippery for his paws and he fell back down. Wait a minute. his paws??? Vegeta looked down. He had paws! It wasn't a dream! Vegeta growled and tried to stand up again, and this time succeeded. He headed for the door and outside.
'The faster I find the woman, the faster I can get her to realize who I really am and change me back,' he thought smugly to himself, failing to remember the first part of the old woman's conditions.
Outside, he trotted around the compound, following her scent. He had to admit; the dog's sense of smell was as good as a Saiyin's. His nose quickly found the most recent scent and followed it into the garage.
Inside the garage, was nothing. Vegeta swore to himself and realized that the woman must have gone out from the day. He sniffed the air. Yes, her scent particles were scattered in the surrounding air, no doubt from inside the exhaust fumes [1]. Not knowing how long she would be out, Vegeta curled up beside the inside garage door (the one leading into the house) and settled down for a nap.
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Several hours later, Bulma pulled into her garage. She encapsulated her red convertible and put it onto the rack that was hanging on the all with all the other vehicles capsules. Not bothering to turn on the lights, she made her way to side door. All of sudden, she tripped over a large mass huddled next to the door. She threw her hands out to catch herself, breathing a sigh of relief as she leaned against the door. She clumsily reached one hand over to the wall and searched for the light switch. Upon finding it, she blinked once, twice, and waited for her eyes to refocus in the light. She looked down and found the culprit of her near-accident. The look on her face quickly changed from annoyed, to shock, then finally curiosity and something else that can only be defined as "aaww".
Staring back at her was a handsome boxer. His expressive brown eyes looked a tad annoyed, as he had just been woken up from a pleasant nap. Bulma tentatively reached out and stroked a hand over his reddish-brown fur. She felt the softness of it and the powerful muscles rippling underneath.
"Hi there, handsome," she said. "How'd you get in here? And more importantly, to whom do you belong?" The dog was looking more annoyed by the second. "Hmm," she thought aloud, "we'll have to find your owner for you then." At this the dog growled. Bulma jumped back, startled. She began to back away slowly. "It's ok, it's ok," she stammered. "No harm meant, please don't hurt me. That's a good boy. You are a boy right?" she chuckled nervously. The dog stood up and stretched, then walked over to a nearby potted plant, and demonstrated quite plainly what sex he was. Bulma, who had gotten increasingly more frightened when the dog stood up, breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did she now have a kernel of knowledge about this animal, but she also had a clear path to the door, and she went for it. But as she got in and tried to close the dog out, he merely used his brute strength to shove his way through. Bulma's eyes were wide as the dog stood in front and looked up at her.
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she asked fearfully, though not expecting an answer. The boxer merely cocked his head to the side and looked at her. Bulma reached out her hand.
"Good. That's a good boy. Good dog." But as she reached out to pat him, the dog began to growl again. Bulma put both hands up in front of her. "Ok, ok. I get it. You don't like to be touched. You don't have to be so mean about it. So I guess you're staying here for the night then? You obviously seem at home." The more Bulma talked to the dog, the more relaxed she got around him. "I'll tell 'ya what. You can stay here until we find your owner, ok?"
The dog growled again. "Ok, so obviously you don't like your owner, or you don't have one. Whichever, we'll find out eventually. But until then, no funny business." She glared at him. "If you threaten my family or me at all, it's off to the pound with you. Now let me go find you a bed to sleep in." At this, the dog got up and walked up the stairs. Bulma's face was one of astonishment as she watched the dog make his way up the stairs. She then quickly ran after him to see where he was going. "You can have any room!" she called out in a frantic whisper, "Just not that one!" But her pleas landed on deaf ears as her newfound roommate chose the deadliest room in the entire house, Vegeta's room.
Bulma rushed in after him and saw that he had settled quite comfortably on the bed. "You can't be in here!" she whispered. She was now half- hysterical. "Vegeta will kill you if he finds you in here!" The dog gave what sounded like a "humph" and ignored her. Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Fine!" she stated. "I'm just trying to help you out, but if you're going to be like this, then let him find you!" With that said, she whirled around and stomped out the door.
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Next morning, Bulma timidly opened the door to Vegeta's room and crept inside, fearful that she'd see a sleeping prince and a dog carcass. To her surprise and joy, the dog was curled up peacefully on the bed, untouched.
"Hey you, dog," she whispered. The dog opened one of its eyes, then as if judging she was not important enough to be bothered by, went back to sleep. "Come on, wake up. It's time for breakfast." She whispered this more urgently and glanced around peripherally for the Saiyin prince. At the word "breakfast", the dog bolted upright, jumped off the bed and headed straight out the door to the kitchen, without so much as a glance in Bulma's general direction.
Bulma got a cross look on her face and stalked out after him, muttering to herself about males and egos.
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In the kitchen, Bulma thanked her lucky stars that there was some spare dog food in the pantry. Although the Briefs never had any dogs, they always had spare everything. Bulma scooped out some of the food and put it on a plate.
"Here ya go, doggie!" she said cheerfully as she set the plate down on the floor. The boxer took one sniff of it and then gave her look that seemed to say, "What is this?"
"That's your breakfast, silly! Eat it!"
But the dog turned up his nose, then walked away. Bulma sighed and grabbed the plate, following it. She found him in the dining, sitting in the chair at the head of the table!
"Oh no, buddy!" Bulma said. "There's no way you're sitting there. You're a dog! I don't know where you came from but around here dogs don't sit at the table."
He just looked at her.
Bulma growled, exasperated. "Look, ok, maybe this dog food doesn't taste so good. I'll go make you a nice steak, but you can't eat it at the table. Got it?" The dog seemed to accept this and jumped down to the floor.
They returned to the kitchen where Bulma pulled a steak out of the freezer and preheated the oven. While she waited for the oven to heat, she pondered.
"What should I call you while you're here? I can't call you Dog, that's for sure. Well, you act like his Royal Pain in the Ass. So. . . I know! I'll call you Prince. It'll be short for Prince Veggie-head, after Vegeta. But we won't tell Vegeta that, 'cause I'd rather call a dog Prince than call him that. It's perfect!" She clapped her hands together. "Oh he'll be so pissed! It'll be great!" Her eyes gleamed in wicked anticipation.
The dog, who had previously been acting quite bored with her soliloquy, suddenly lifted his head, looking incredibly interested.
"Haha! I see you like that name, don't you Prince? That's a good boy, my good Prince!" Bulma gave him a quick pat on the head. Startled, the dog looked up, but the blue-haired woman was now putting his steak in the oven, so he couldn't complain. Bulma looked over at him and smiled, then went back to what she was doing. But she started, and looked again. She could've sworn she saw Prince smirk! Just like Vegeta!
"I guess the name fits better than I thought," she mused to herself.
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Ok! That's the end of chapter 2! Next chapter will be how Goku the Mastiff goes home to ChiChi and how she reacts!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Maria Cline: Thanks for the compliments! Well you'll get to see all that in the upcoming chapter and you just have to keep reading to find out!
SaiyanPrincess: Thank you.
Megan: Thanks, and I'm trying. ^_^
Mushi-azn: They're not direct links, try copy and paste.
Thunder: Here it is!
Dream-seeker: Vegeta and Bulma are not together yet.
Sk8er-girlg7: Cool! Well I got my idea from watching too much Animal Planet! Hehe!
Piccolocrazy: That's ok I'll just take your word for it. Thank you!
Saiyantamer: I agree. I don't watch Hamtaro for fear it might scar me for life. Well, I'm going to try my best to pull it off and keep you laughing at the same time!
Bigin': I like Doberman's too; that's also a good choice for Vegeta. But the Boxer came from a real life Boxer I knew named Lefty and when I thought of Boxer I thought Vegeta. Did that make sense?
Soyamiso: Thank you.
Empress Sarah-sama: I'm glad you find it amusing!
Ok I'm back with chapter 2!
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Vegeta opened his eyes to the glare of the fluorescent lights reflecting off the tile of the Gravity Room floor. 'What a nightmare,' he thought. He groaned and tried to get up. But the tile was too slippery for his paws and he fell back down. Wait a minute. his paws??? Vegeta looked down. He had paws! It wasn't a dream! Vegeta growled and tried to stand up again, and this time succeeded. He headed for the door and outside.
'The faster I find the woman, the faster I can get her to realize who I really am and change me back,' he thought smugly to himself, failing to remember the first part of the old woman's conditions.
Outside, he trotted around the compound, following her scent. He had to admit; the dog's sense of smell was as good as a Saiyin's. His nose quickly found the most recent scent and followed it into the garage.
Inside the garage, was nothing. Vegeta swore to himself and realized that the woman must have gone out from the day. He sniffed the air. Yes, her scent particles were scattered in the surrounding air, no doubt from inside the exhaust fumes [1]. Not knowing how long she would be out, Vegeta curled up beside the inside garage door (the one leading into the house) and settled down for a nap.
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Several hours later, Bulma pulled into her garage. She encapsulated her red convertible and put it onto the rack that was hanging on the all with all the other vehicles capsules. Not bothering to turn on the lights, she made her way to side door. All of sudden, she tripped over a large mass huddled next to the door. She threw her hands out to catch herself, breathing a sigh of relief as she leaned against the door. She clumsily reached one hand over to the wall and searched for the light switch. Upon finding it, she blinked once, twice, and waited for her eyes to refocus in the light. She looked down and found the culprit of her near-accident. The look on her face quickly changed from annoyed, to shock, then finally curiosity and something else that can only be defined as "aaww".
Staring back at her was a handsome boxer. His expressive brown eyes looked a tad annoyed, as he had just been woken up from a pleasant nap. Bulma tentatively reached out and stroked a hand over his reddish-brown fur. She felt the softness of it and the powerful muscles rippling underneath.
"Hi there, handsome," she said. "How'd you get in here? And more importantly, to whom do you belong?" The dog was looking more annoyed by the second. "Hmm," she thought aloud, "we'll have to find your owner for you then." At this the dog growled. Bulma jumped back, startled. She began to back away slowly. "It's ok, it's ok," she stammered. "No harm meant, please don't hurt me. That's a good boy. You are a boy right?" she chuckled nervously. The dog stood up and stretched, then walked over to a nearby potted plant, and demonstrated quite plainly what sex he was. Bulma, who had gotten increasingly more frightened when the dog stood up, breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did she now have a kernel of knowledge about this animal, but she also had a clear path to the door, and she went for it. But as she got in and tried to close the dog out, he merely used his brute strength to shove his way through. Bulma's eyes were wide as the dog stood in front and looked up at her.
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she asked fearfully, though not expecting an answer. The boxer merely cocked his head to the side and looked at her. Bulma reached out her hand.
"Good. That's a good boy. Good dog." But as she reached out to pat him, the dog began to growl again. Bulma put both hands up in front of her. "Ok, ok. I get it. You don't like to be touched. You don't have to be so mean about it. So I guess you're staying here for the night then? You obviously seem at home." The more Bulma talked to the dog, the more relaxed she got around him. "I'll tell 'ya what. You can stay here until we find your owner, ok?"
The dog growled again. "Ok, so obviously you don't like your owner, or you don't have one. Whichever, we'll find out eventually. But until then, no funny business." She glared at him. "If you threaten my family or me at all, it's off to the pound with you. Now let me go find you a bed to sleep in." At this, the dog got up and walked up the stairs. Bulma's face was one of astonishment as she watched the dog make his way up the stairs. She then quickly ran after him to see where he was going. "You can have any room!" she called out in a frantic whisper, "Just not that one!" But her pleas landed on deaf ears as her newfound roommate chose the deadliest room in the entire house, Vegeta's room.
Bulma rushed in after him and saw that he had settled quite comfortably on the bed. "You can't be in here!" she whispered. She was now half- hysterical. "Vegeta will kill you if he finds you in here!" The dog gave what sounded like a "humph" and ignored her. Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Fine!" she stated. "I'm just trying to help you out, but if you're going to be like this, then let him find you!" With that said, she whirled around and stomped out the door.
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Next morning, Bulma timidly opened the door to Vegeta's room and crept inside, fearful that she'd see a sleeping prince and a dog carcass. To her surprise and joy, the dog was curled up peacefully on the bed, untouched.
"Hey you, dog," she whispered. The dog opened one of its eyes, then as if judging she was not important enough to be bothered by, went back to sleep. "Come on, wake up. It's time for breakfast." She whispered this more urgently and glanced around peripherally for the Saiyin prince. At the word "breakfast", the dog bolted upright, jumped off the bed and headed straight out the door to the kitchen, without so much as a glance in Bulma's general direction.
Bulma got a cross look on her face and stalked out after him, muttering to herself about males and egos.
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In the kitchen, Bulma thanked her lucky stars that there was some spare dog food in the pantry. Although the Briefs never had any dogs, they always had spare everything. Bulma scooped out some of the food and put it on a plate.
"Here ya go, doggie!" she said cheerfully as she set the plate down on the floor. The boxer took one sniff of it and then gave her look that seemed to say, "What is this?"
"That's your breakfast, silly! Eat it!"
But the dog turned up his nose, then walked away. Bulma sighed and grabbed the plate, following it. She found him in the dining, sitting in the chair at the head of the table!
"Oh no, buddy!" Bulma said. "There's no way you're sitting there. You're a dog! I don't know where you came from but around here dogs don't sit at the table."
He just looked at her.
Bulma growled, exasperated. "Look, ok, maybe this dog food doesn't taste so good. I'll go make you a nice steak, but you can't eat it at the table. Got it?" The dog seemed to accept this and jumped down to the floor.
They returned to the kitchen where Bulma pulled a steak out of the freezer and preheated the oven. While she waited for the oven to heat, she pondered.
"What should I call you while you're here? I can't call you Dog, that's for sure. Well, you act like his Royal Pain in the Ass. So. . . I know! I'll call you Prince. It'll be short for Prince Veggie-head, after Vegeta. But we won't tell Vegeta that, 'cause I'd rather call a dog Prince than call him that. It's perfect!" She clapped her hands together. "Oh he'll be so pissed! It'll be great!" Her eyes gleamed in wicked anticipation.
The dog, who had previously been acting quite bored with her soliloquy, suddenly lifted his head, looking incredibly interested.
"Haha! I see you like that name, don't you Prince? That's a good boy, my good Prince!" Bulma gave him a quick pat on the head. Startled, the dog looked up, but the blue-haired woman was now putting his steak in the oven, so he couldn't complain. Bulma looked over at him and smiled, then went back to what she was doing. But she started, and looked again. She could've sworn she saw Prince smirk! Just like Vegeta!
"I guess the name fits better than I thought," she mused to herself.
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Ok! That's the end of chapter 2! Next chapter will be how Goku the Mastiff goes home to ChiChi and how she reacts!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Maria Cline: Thanks for the compliments! Well you'll get to see all that in the upcoming chapter and you just have to keep reading to find out!
SaiyanPrincess: Thank you.
Megan: Thanks, and I'm trying. ^_^
Mushi-azn: They're not direct links, try copy and paste.
Thunder: Here it is!
Dream-seeker: Vegeta and Bulma are not together yet.
Sk8er-girlg7: Cool! Well I got my idea from watching too much Animal Planet! Hehe!
Piccolocrazy: That's ok I'll just take your word for it. Thank you!
Saiyantamer: I agree. I don't watch Hamtaro for fear it might scar me for life. Well, I'm going to try my best to pull it off and keep you laughing at the same time!
Bigin': I like Doberman's too; that's also a good choice for Vegeta. But the Boxer came from a real life Boxer I knew named Lefty and when I thought of Boxer I thought Vegeta. Did that make sense?
Soyamiso: Thank you.
Empress Sarah-sama: I'm glad you find it amusing!
