Hi there, back again. This chap might be a little short, but I wanted to
put it out before I leave. I get to go to St. Louis for 4 days!! Sure,
it's a school trip, but it'll be my first time out of the tri-state area
(Michigan, Ohio and Indiana). Hopefully be the time I get back, there will
be a new chapter to type up and post! Thanks to all who reviewed, now here
it is!
You know the drill.
Something Old, Something New
The band's first set had ended and Bulma headed toward the bar to get a drink. She had placed her order and was waiting for it when she felt someone staring at her. She tried to ignore it, thinking it was some old guy leftover. The sensation persisted, however, so she got her drink and turned on her stool to survey the room. No obvious head turns gave her "admirer" away, so she looked back to the stage. The band members were beginning to re-tune when she felt someone come to stand behind her. :: Ha, I bet its Mona, trying to scare me again. Well, I'm just going to tell her that it's not going to work right now::
Bulma had barely finished her line of thinking when the person behind her ordered their drink. She nearly fell off her stool when she realized what she'd almost done. The person behind her was none other than Vegeta Baryn. :: Oh, Kami!!! What did I almost do?! Agh, you would've looked like such an idiot, Bulma! It's a good thing he started talking, otherwise... Man, I would've been in for it when Mona found out.:: She popped back to reality to find that Vegeta had moved to the stool in front of her and was staring at her oddly.
"What're you staring at?" she asked rudely.
"What were you doing, woman? You looked lost, or mentally retarded." Vegeta replied with equal bite.
"None of your business, ass. Though I bet you were staring at me because you think I'm beautiful." Bulma decided to have a little fun with this opportunity, at his expense, of course.
"Why would anyone think that? I was transfixed by the parody of human flesh you call your face." Bulma was stunned into silence by his remark. :: Auh! How dare he?! Agggrrrhh, he's going to get it!:: Unfortunately, her reserve of insults appeared to have deserted her. She glared at him until she could think of something appropriately horrid.
"What's the matter, woman? Cat got your tongue?" Vegeta returned her glare with a slight smirk.
"I simply do not deign to dignify that completely untrue remark with a response."
"Hn, you can't confuse me with your big words, woman.: Vegeta said, setting his drink on the bar to cross his arms over his chest and look tough.
"That's surprising, considering that you fought in that stupid 'wrestling' match."
"Do you have something against organized fighting?" he asked venomously. His posture became more defensive and his brow furrowed.
"Not against actual wrestling, or martial arts, or boxing, no. But against fat, drunk, old men in silly costumes bashing about, now that I have a lot against. Especially when they use choreographed matches." Vegeta considered her words for a moment, one Bulma took to sip her drink and think. :: Hm, does he think the same way? I didn't take him to be a muscle-bound obsessive fan. Guess I'll have to wait and hear what he says.:: A sudden thought popped into Bulma's mind. :: Kami, what if Mona sees me talking to him? I'll never hear the end of it!::
She had just launched into a fervent prayer that Mona was backstage setting up when Vegeta shook his head and smirked at her.
"I never pegged you to be such a fighting fan."
"Just goes to show that you can't judge a book by it's cover." Bulma replied, shrugging.
"I am no fan of this type of combat, either. But he said he would agree to anything I picked, so I chose one I happened to be good at. It's his fault he wasn't well-schooled in all forms."
"Do you do this sort-of thing often? Going around bars, fighting anyone?"
"No."
"So, do you belong to a club or something?" :: Geez, it's like pulling teeth trying to get him to answer. Why am I even bothering?::
"No. I fight for myself. You could call it my hobby."
"Ah, an ...interesting thing to do in your spare time. I would've expected you to crochet, or do needlework." Bulma managed to keep her expression still, despite the fact that he was clearly puzzled. :: Kami, he looks like he thinks I'm serious!::
"It was a joke, Vegeta. Supposed to be funny, you know, haha?" He still didn't look like he got it.
"It wasn't very funny, woman. You're lucky you're still sitting there.""
"I highly doubt that. And I have a name, you know. It's not 'woman' either, it's Bulma."
"I'll call you whatever I damn well please! And I may yet toss you across the room!" His eyes flashed in anger and his fists tightened.
"Hey, hey, I didn't mean anything. I've no doubt you could beat me up easily. I just don't happen to enjoy being called 'woman'." Vegeta seemed to relax a little at her words. She mentally wiped her brow. :: Woah, what was that all about? I didn't think it was that big a deal, Probably his tough stuff attitude coming through.::
"Would you enjoy girl, or child or hey you, any better?" he asked with a sneer.
"No, I would not. Bulma is just fine, thank you."
"Too bad, woman. I don't feel like calling you by name. I may not even go to the trouble of remembering it." Bulma couldn't believe this jerk. :: Who does he think he is? No one talks to me like that! He better apologize or he's going to pay.::
"Fine, asswipe. I just may have to call you 'The Bashing Baryn' or some such nonsense then. Perhaps you'll even get a spandex costume. In pink." She saw his eyes widen in horror at the mention of spandex, and nearly pop out of his head when she said "pink". Bulma decided to pursue this opportunity.
"Maybe you'll 'accidentally' forget it when you go to school. And of course, I'll be courteous enough to bring you a replacement. In the middle of class."
"I doubt you'd do any such thing, woman. You don't have the guts." Vegeta said nervously. :: Huh, so I'm getting to you? Let's see just how much it takes.::
"Wanna bet? I can go place the order now." she said, moving to get up and head to the pay phone.
"N-no, that's quite alright."
"Thought so. What's my name then?"
"Ballza or something like that." Bulma glared daggers (AN: I've always wanted to say that.) at him.
"Kidding. It's Bulma."
"There, now was that so hard?" When he didn't respond, she continued. "I didn't think so." Vegeta appeared to be at a loss for words as he continued to stare at her. Finally, he spoke.
"You are possibly the most annoying creature on this planet."
"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment, although I don't think it's true. There are lots more people more annoying than I am. Animals, too."
"If there are, I've yet to meet them."
"Ok, enough about me. What are you doing here? Besides fighting, of course. Decide to stay and listen to some actual music?"
"I have nothing better to so, so I thought I'd stick around and better estimate the number of imbeciles in this town."
"Gee, thanks for the compliments, Vegeta. You're just such a swell guy." Vegeta blinked at her and for a second Bulma didn't think he got her. "Joke, Vegeta, trying to get you to-"
"Yes, I know that, woman. I didn't respond because it was so tremendously unfunny. You want me to laugh to make your ego feel better?"
"No, I don't need you to laugh, you-" Once again, Bulma was interrupted, this time by the squeal of an amplifier. :: Good, now maybe he'll leave me alone. Butt Muncher's on now and I just KNOW Mona will see me and tease me forever.::
"It looks like they've finally decided to get on with this circus." Vegeta remarked scathingly.
"This is my friend's band, so I'd appreciate it if you could keep your comments to yourself, ok?" Bulma had to shout the last few words as the band started their set. :: Cool, start out with my favorite. Damn, too bad he's here, otherwise I'd get out there and the pit. But I want to avoid his oh-so- witty commentary later so, I won't.::
You know the drill.
Something Old, Something New
The band's first set had ended and Bulma headed toward the bar to get a drink. She had placed her order and was waiting for it when she felt someone staring at her. She tried to ignore it, thinking it was some old guy leftover. The sensation persisted, however, so she got her drink and turned on her stool to survey the room. No obvious head turns gave her "admirer" away, so she looked back to the stage. The band members were beginning to re-tune when she felt someone come to stand behind her. :: Ha, I bet its Mona, trying to scare me again. Well, I'm just going to tell her that it's not going to work right now::
Bulma had barely finished her line of thinking when the person behind her ordered their drink. She nearly fell off her stool when she realized what she'd almost done. The person behind her was none other than Vegeta Baryn. :: Oh, Kami!!! What did I almost do?! Agh, you would've looked like such an idiot, Bulma! It's a good thing he started talking, otherwise... Man, I would've been in for it when Mona found out.:: She popped back to reality to find that Vegeta had moved to the stool in front of her and was staring at her oddly.
"What're you staring at?" she asked rudely.
"What were you doing, woman? You looked lost, or mentally retarded." Vegeta replied with equal bite.
"None of your business, ass. Though I bet you were staring at me because you think I'm beautiful." Bulma decided to have a little fun with this opportunity, at his expense, of course.
"Why would anyone think that? I was transfixed by the parody of human flesh you call your face." Bulma was stunned into silence by his remark. :: Auh! How dare he?! Agggrrrhh, he's going to get it!:: Unfortunately, her reserve of insults appeared to have deserted her. She glared at him until she could think of something appropriately horrid.
"What's the matter, woman? Cat got your tongue?" Vegeta returned her glare with a slight smirk.
"I simply do not deign to dignify that completely untrue remark with a response."
"Hn, you can't confuse me with your big words, woman.: Vegeta said, setting his drink on the bar to cross his arms over his chest and look tough.
"That's surprising, considering that you fought in that stupid 'wrestling' match."
"Do you have something against organized fighting?" he asked venomously. His posture became more defensive and his brow furrowed.
"Not against actual wrestling, or martial arts, or boxing, no. But against fat, drunk, old men in silly costumes bashing about, now that I have a lot against. Especially when they use choreographed matches." Vegeta considered her words for a moment, one Bulma took to sip her drink and think. :: Hm, does he think the same way? I didn't take him to be a muscle-bound obsessive fan. Guess I'll have to wait and hear what he says.:: A sudden thought popped into Bulma's mind. :: Kami, what if Mona sees me talking to him? I'll never hear the end of it!::
She had just launched into a fervent prayer that Mona was backstage setting up when Vegeta shook his head and smirked at her.
"I never pegged you to be such a fighting fan."
"Just goes to show that you can't judge a book by it's cover." Bulma replied, shrugging.
"I am no fan of this type of combat, either. But he said he would agree to anything I picked, so I chose one I happened to be good at. It's his fault he wasn't well-schooled in all forms."
"Do you do this sort-of thing often? Going around bars, fighting anyone?"
"No."
"So, do you belong to a club or something?" :: Geez, it's like pulling teeth trying to get him to answer. Why am I even bothering?::
"No. I fight for myself. You could call it my hobby."
"Ah, an ...interesting thing to do in your spare time. I would've expected you to crochet, or do needlework." Bulma managed to keep her expression still, despite the fact that he was clearly puzzled. :: Kami, he looks like he thinks I'm serious!::
"It was a joke, Vegeta. Supposed to be funny, you know, haha?" He still didn't look like he got it.
"It wasn't very funny, woman. You're lucky you're still sitting there.""
"I highly doubt that. And I have a name, you know. It's not 'woman' either, it's Bulma."
"I'll call you whatever I damn well please! And I may yet toss you across the room!" His eyes flashed in anger and his fists tightened.
"Hey, hey, I didn't mean anything. I've no doubt you could beat me up easily. I just don't happen to enjoy being called 'woman'." Vegeta seemed to relax a little at her words. She mentally wiped her brow. :: Woah, what was that all about? I didn't think it was that big a deal, Probably his tough stuff attitude coming through.::
"Would you enjoy girl, or child or hey you, any better?" he asked with a sneer.
"No, I would not. Bulma is just fine, thank you."
"Too bad, woman. I don't feel like calling you by name. I may not even go to the trouble of remembering it." Bulma couldn't believe this jerk. :: Who does he think he is? No one talks to me like that! He better apologize or he's going to pay.::
"Fine, asswipe. I just may have to call you 'The Bashing Baryn' or some such nonsense then. Perhaps you'll even get a spandex costume. In pink." She saw his eyes widen in horror at the mention of spandex, and nearly pop out of his head when she said "pink". Bulma decided to pursue this opportunity.
"Maybe you'll 'accidentally' forget it when you go to school. And of course, I'll be courteous enough to bring you a replacement. In the middle of class."
"I doubt you'd do any such thing, woman. You don't have the guts." Vegeta said nervously. :: Huh, so I'm getting to you? Let's see just how much it takes.::
"Wanna bet? I can go place the order now." she said, moving to get up and head to the pay phone.
"N-no, that's quite alright."
"Thought so. What's my name then?"
"Ballza or something like that." Bulma glared daggers (AN: I've always wanted to say that.) at him.
"Kidding. It's Bulma."
"There, now was that so hard?" When he didn't respond, she continued. "I didn't think so." Vegeta appeared to be at a loss for words as he continued to stare at her. Finally, he spoke.
"You are possibly the most annoying creature on this planet."
"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment, although I don't think it's true. There are lots more people more annoying than I am. Animals, too."
"If there are, I've yet to meet them."
"Ok, enough about me. What are you doing here? Besides fighting, of course. Decide to stay and listen to some actual music?"
"I have nothing better to so, so I thought I'd stick around and better estimate the number of imbeciles in this town."
"Gee, thanks for the compliments, Vegeta. You're just such a swell guy." Vegeta blinked at her and for a second Bulma didn't think he got her. "Joke, Vegeta, trying to get you to-"
"Yes, I know that, woman. I didn't respond because it was so tremendously unfunny. You want me to laugh to make your ego feel better?"
"No, I don't need you to laugh, you-" Once again, Bulma was interrupted, this time by the squeal of an amplifier. :: Good, now maybe he'll leave me alone. Butt Muncher's on now and I just KNOW Mona will see me and tease me forever.::
"It looks like they've finally decided to get on with this circus." Vegeta remarked scathingly.
"This is my friend's band, so I'd appreciate it if you could keep your comments to yourself, ok?" Bulma had to shout the last few words as the band started their set. :: Cool, start out with my favorite. Damn, too bad he's here, otherwise I'd get out there and the pit. But I want to avoid his oh-so- witty commentary later so, I won't.::