Ok, I know I said I'd have a chap when I got back, but I just didn't have
time!! The bus ride was taken up with sleeping and every other minute of
our day was planned out. So I have been working on this chap all week. I
had a minor case of blockage in the middle, but I think I've worked through
it. It's kinda short, but it's got a good end *mwahahhaa *!!
Haven't you figured this out by now? It's not mine!!!
Beginnings
Luckily enough for Bulma, the show ended early that night; one of the bands had broken up that afternoon. She hung around the bar for about an hour after the last song, talking to her friends and waiting for the parking lot to clear. Mona had to pack up the equipment and clean up, but then she had promised to go cruising with Bulma.
"Hey Smurf," she said, coming up behind Bulma and scaring her once again.
"Hey there. Got all the stuff put away?"
"Yeah, eventually. I don't have the guys trained as well as I thought."
"Well, maybe a shock collar would help the process along. You ready to go?"
"Um, I wanted to talk to you about that. See, they follow direction so badly, with an apparent lack of common sense, that Dave and Adam messed up their backs and Tim twisted his ankle pretty badly. (AN: ButtMuncher is a quartet and those are the other members, just in case it was confusing.) Therefore, I'm the only one well enough to drive us home." Mona lapsed into an uneasy silence.
"Hey, it's no big deal. I can sneak back home or go someplace else. I'll find something to do."
"Sorry about dropping out on you like this, it's just that-"
"If you let one of them drive, it'd take forever and they'd be libel to get in an accident."
"Exactly. Thanks for understanding, Bulma. See ya next Saturday?"
"Wouldn't miss it. Bye." Mona waved over her shoulder as she exited out the back. Bulma waved back, then plopped onto her stool. ::Yeah, 'I'll find something to do'. Riiight. As if there's anything to do this late by yourself.:: (AN: Let's say its midnight. And she's in one of the smaller suburbs, so there isn't anything open except bars and gas stations.) Bulma looked around the room, wondering if there was anyone she knew well enough to hang out with. ::Great, just my luck. No one here that I know more than their name. Wait a minute, maybe-:: She stopped herself from finishing that crazy thought. :: Ahh! How did I just almost think that Vegeta would drive around with me?! NO! I just thought it!:: She clapped a mental hand over her mouth, horrified that she even thought such a thing. ::Bulma, what have you come to? Not that he would, even if you had asked him. Although it didn't sound like he hated your guts as much as everyone else's...no, don't even think it. You'll just set yourself up for disappointment.::
Vegeta had stayed for the whole show, but after the first act he made his way to a back corner and lurked there. Bulma hadn't seen him leave yet, but that didn't necessarily mean he was still in the club. :: Why not take a chance, see if he's still here and ask him? ::said a voice in Bulma's head. (AN: No, Bulma is not a raving lunatic. It's just her alter- ego thing speaking up.) ::After all, the worst he could do is say no, right?:: She mulled that over for a bit. ::No, actually, the worst he could do to me is take offense and put me through the wall like he said he was going to. But....I guess I'll take a chance. It might be entertaining, since there's nothing else to do.:: Bulma got up and started meandering slowly towards his corner. She didn't want to stride right over there purposefully, that would attract too much attention. Instead, she made it look like a natural progression around the room. Her palms were sweaty by the time she was halfway there and she was sure once she stopped, her knees would knock together. She approached Vegeta with a fair amount of caution, trying to keep her demeanor cool and collected.
"I see you're still around." she said to break the ice. ::No, Bulma! Now you made it sound like you don't want him here!::
Vegeta grunted in acknowledgment of her presence and the fact that she had spoken.
"Enjoy the show?" Another non-committal grunt. ::Damn, I thought that would've required at least a yes or no.::
"Well, since you're still here, I'm assuming that means you liked it enough to stay, even if you won't admit it. Perhaps there was...something, that caught your eye?" Vegeta tilted his head slightly to better glare at her.
"If you mean that I found some whore I'm waiting around for, no. Though I wouldn't object to such a deal." ::What a pig!:: Bulma mentally shrieked. ::How did I EVER think that he was an interesting guy?! I must be going batty!::
"Since that's the way you choose to take an innocent comment-"
"It was just a joke, woman. You know, those stupid comments you seem to be so fond of?"
"Not even funny, Vegeta. If you were serious I would've-"
"Would've what? There's nothing a weakling like yourself could possibly do to me."
"Maybe not by myself, no. But I've got something you don't appear to have many of. Other than brain cells, of course."
"And what might that be?" he inquired smugly.
"Friends. Any number of who would come back me up in a second."
"You think I can't handle you AND your puny friends? Pah, you're stupider than I thought." Vegeta had stood up some time ago, perhaps thinking that he'd be more imposing. Bulma was now stepping deliberately closer, her hands balling into fists.
"You wanna go? Fine, jackass, let's go outside right now." Maybe there was something in her tone, or the icy glare of her eyes, but Vegeta actually took a step back. ::Whoa, that's really freaky. Am I that scary? Or is there some big guy behind me?::
"Bulma-" Hearing him use her name freely made Bulma stop right where she was, and a look of astonishment to spread over her features.
"Bulma, it was just a joke. You don't have to get all worked up over it."
"JUST a JOKE!! First, you make rude comments, then you insult my intelligence and then, most importantly, you insult my friends. I may not have many of them, but those I do have get defended by me, in any way necessary." Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes.
"If it will make you any less bent on killing me, woman, I didn't mean any of it."
"Yo-you didn't?"
"Are you deaf, woman? I said I didn't mean it." Bulma was having trouble absorbing his words. ::He, he actually admitted to having done something wrong. Vegeta may not have said that he was wrong, but the way he acted gave it all away. Now, I could be mean and toss it back in his face...but I'm just not that evil. Besides, I'm the one who came over here to talk to to him.::
"No, I'm not deaf, but thanks for asking." Vegeta sat back down, crossed his arms and "hmph"ed, turning his head to look at the stage.
"I didn't come over here just to ask why you stayed, although that was part of it. I, well, I was maybe wondering..."
"Spit it out, woman! wondering what?"
"I was just interested in seeing what you were going to do, because my friends left and I don't want to go home and you're the only person here I know." she said in a rush. Vegeta turned back to look at her, blinking slowly, as if he were having trouble processing her request. He seemed to take forever and Bulma was getting ready to leave when he finally spoke.
"Alright, I'll come with you, woman."
"Thank you, Vegeta!" she nearly screamed, keeping herself from jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
"Only because I have nothing better to do, mind you. And not because I still feel guilty or anything."
"Right." ::Well,:: thought Bulma, ::that was rather easy. Nice that we came to an understanding.::
"Do you have a car here?" Vegeta shook his head no.
"Okay then, we'll take mine. Just let me go grab my coat and we can get out of here."
"Fine, go do it then." Bulma nearly skipped back to her seat. ::Hahahaha, he agreed! why did I ever think it was going to be hard?:: She pulled her jacket on, checked to make sure she had everything and looked for Vegeta. She saw him waiting by the door and began weaving her way through the tables. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, her arms pinned behind her and a hand slapped over her mouth. She kicked out wildly and tried to scream. Her captor turned her around to face him. Bulma could tell he must have been one of the fighters from earlier and it looked like he'd brought some of his friends. She aimed a kick at his groin, but switched direction at the last minute and stomped on his instep. He grabbed his foot in pain, letting go of her in the process.
Bulma turned to run for the door, but his friends jumped her and shoved her down in a chair, covering her mouth once again. ::VEGETA!!!!: she screamed in her head. ::Get over here and HELP ME!!::
*mwahahahah * My very first cliffhanger. Is it a good one? Tell me what you think by clicking that little button in the corner! Thanks for reading ^_^
Haven't you figured this out by now? It's not mine!!!
Beginnings
Luckily enough for Bulma, the show ended early that night; one of the bands had broken up that afternoon. She hung around the bar for about an hour after the last song, talking to her friends and waiting for the parking lot to clear. Mona had to pack up the equipment and clean up, but then she had promised to go cruising with Bulma.
"Hey Smurf," she said, coming up behind Bulma and scaring her once again.
"Hey there. Got all the stuff put away?"
"Yeah, eventually. I don't have the guys trained as well as I thought."
"Well, maybe a shock collar would help the process along. You ready to go?"
"Um, I wanted to talk to you about that. See, they follow direction so badly, with an apparent lack of common sense, that Dave and Adam messed up their backs and Tim twisted his ankle pretty badly. (AN: ButtMuncher is a quartet and those are the other members, just in case it was confusing.) Therefore, I'm the only one well enough to drive us home." Mona lapsed into an uneasy silence.
"Hey, it's no big deal. I can sneak back home or go someplace else. I'll find something to do."
"Sorry about dropping out on you like this, it's just that-"
"If you let one of them drive, it'd take forever and they'd be libel to get in an accident."
"Exactly. Thanks for understanding, Bulma. See ya next Saturday?"
"Wouldn't miss it. Bye." Mona waved over her shoulder as she exited out the back. Bulma waved back, then plopped onto her stool. ::Yeah, 'I'll find something to do'. Riiight. As if there's anything to do this late by yourself.:: (AN: Let's say its midnight. And she's in one of the smaller suburbs, so there isn't anything open except bars and gas stations.) Bulma looked around the room, wondering if there was anyone she knew well enough to hang out with. ::Great, just my luck. No one here that I know more than their name. Wait a minute, maybe-:: She stopped herself from finishing that crazy thought. :: Ahh! How did I just almost think that Vegeta would drive around with me?! NO! I just thought it!:: She clapped a mental hand over her mouth, horrified that she even thought such a thing. ::Bulma, what have you come to? Not that he would, even if you had asked him. Although it didn't sound like he hated your guts as much as everyone else's...no, don't even think it. You'll just set yourself up for disappointment.::
Vegeta had stayed for the whole show, but after the first act he made his way to a back corner and lurked there. Bulma hadn't seen him leave yet, but that didn't necessarily mean he was still in the club. :: Why not take a chance, see if he's still here and ask him? ::said a voice in Bulma's head. (AN: No, Bulma is not a raving lunatic. It's just her alter- ego thing speaking up.) ::After all, the worst he could do is say no, right?:: She mulled that over for a bit. ::No, actually, the worst he could do to me is take offense and put me through the wall like he said he was going to. But....I guess I'll take a chance. It might be entertaining, since there's nothing else to do.:: Bulma got up and started meandering slowly towards his corner. She didn't want to stride right over there purposefully, that would attract too much attention. Instead, she made it look like a natural progression around the room. Her palms were sweaty by the time she was halfway there and she was sure once she stopped, her knees would knock together. She approached Vegeta with a fair amount of caution, trying to keep her demeanor cool and collected.
"I see you're still around." she said to break the ice. ::No, Bulma! Now you made it sound like you don't want him here!::
Vegeta grunted in acknowledgment of her presence and the fact that she had spoken.
"Enjoy the show?" Another non-committal grunt. ::Damn, I thought that would've required at least a yes or no.::
"Well, since you're still here, I'm assuming that means you liked it enough to stay, even if you won't admit it. Perhaps there was...something, that caught your eye?" Vegeta tilted his head slightly to better glare at her.
"If you mean that I found some whore I'm waiting around for, no. Though I wouldn't object to such a deal." ::What a pig!:: Bulma mentally shrieked. ::How did I EVER think that he was an interesting guy?! I must be going batty!::
"Since that's the way you choose to take an innocent comment-"
"It was just a joke, woman. You know, those stupid comments you seem to be so fond of?"
"Not even funny, Vegeta. If you were serious I would've-"
"Would've what? There's nothing a weakling like yourself could possibly do to me."
"Maybe not by myself, no. But I've got something you don't appear to have many of. Other than brain cells, of course."
"And what might that be?" he inquired smugly.
"Friends. Any number of who would come back me up in a second."
"You think I can't handle you AND your puny friends? Pah, you're stupider than I thought." Vegeta had stood up some time ago, perhaps thinking that he'd be more imposing. Bulma was now stepping deliberately closer, her hands balling into fists.
"You wanna go? Fine, jackass, let's go outside right now." Maybe there was something in her tone, or the icy glare of her eyes, but Vegeta actually took a step back. ::Whoa, that's really freaky. Am I that scary? Or is there some big guy behind me?::
"Bulma-" Hearing him use her name freely made Bulma stop right where she was, and a look of astonishment to spread over her features.
"Bulma, it was just a joke. You don't have to get all worked up over it."
"JUST a JOKE!! First, you make rude comments, then you insult my intelligence and then, most importantly, you insult my friends. I may not have many of them, but those I do have get defended by me, in any way necessary." Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes.
"If it will make you any less bent on killing me, woman, I didn't mean any of it."
"Yo-you didn't?"
"Are you deaf, woman? I said I didn't mean it." Bulma was having trouble absorbing his words. ::He, he actually admitted to having done something wrong. Vegeta may not have said that he was wrong, but the way he acted gave it all away. Now, I could be mean and toss it back in his face...but I'm just not that evil. Besides, I'm the one who came over here to talk to to him.::
"No, I'm not deaf, but thanks for asking." Vegeta sat back down, crossed his arms and "hmph"ed, turning his head to look at the stage.
"I didn't come over here just to ask why you stayed, although that was part of it. I, well, I was maybe wondering..."
"Spit it out, woman! wondering what?"
"I was just interested in seeing what you were going to do, because my friends left and I don't want to go home and you're the only person here I know." she said in a rush. Vegeta turned back to look at her, blinking slowly, as if he were having trouble processing her request. He seemed to take forever and Bulma was getting ready to leave when he finally spoke.
"Alright, I'll come with you, woman."
"Thank you, Vegeta!" she nearly screamed, keeping herself from jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
"Only because I have nothing better to do, mind you. And not because I still feel guilty or anything."
"Right." ::Well,:: thought Bulma, ::that was rather easy. Nice that we came to an understanding.::
"Do you have a car here?" Vegeta shook his head no.
"Okay then, we'll take mine. Just let me go grab my coat and we can get out of here."
"Fine, go do it then." Bulma nearly skipped back to her seat. ::Hahahaha, he agreed! why did I ever think it was going to be hard?:: She pulled her jacket on, checked to make sure she had everything and looked for Vegeta. She saw him waiting by the door and began weaving her way through the tables. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, her arms pinned behind her and a hand slapped over her mouth. She kicked out wildly and tried to scream. Her captor turned her around to face him. Bulma could tell he must have been one of the fighters from earlier and it looked like he'd brought some of his friends. She aimed a kick at his groin, but switched direction at the last minute and stomped on his instep. He grabbed his foot in pain, letting go of her in the process.
Bulma turned to run for the door, but his friends jumped her and shoved her down in a chair, covering her mouth once again. ::VEGETA!!!!: she screamed in her head. ::Get over here and HELP ME!!::
*mwahahahah * My very first cliffhanger. Is it a good one? Tell me what you think by clicking that little button in the corner! Thanks for reading ^_^