Declaimer: If you didn't see the first one, TUFF.
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Day of the trip:
"MOM, there isn't enough room for my stuff!" Bulma said as she looked at the overpacked van (and not mini either).
"Oh! Well, dear, maybe you shouldn't pack so much. We ARE only going to be gone for a couple of days, you know." Mrs. Breifs said from the doorway.
"I know, but I want to be sure I have enough."
"HONEY, HAVE YOU SEEN MY RASOR?" Dr. Breifs shouted from inside the house.
"IT'S IN THE BATHROOM, DEAR."
"Are you sure bacause I looked ther before and WOW! Bulma, is that all YOUR stuff?" he said, holding on to the doorway and his wife to keep from falling down.
"Yeah, thats all mine. Mom thinks it's too much, what do you think?"
"Well, um..." straiting up and clearing his throught, "I think she's right. After all, this wouldn't be a family trip if the family can't fit in the car."
"I suppose your right. Well, I guess I'm gona have to decide what stays and what goes."
"OK, honey," Mrs. Breifs said, "but try to hurry, I'd like to leave soon, OK?"
"OK Mom."
Five Hours Later:
"OK, I think I'm about done." Bulma said, looking at her work with great pride. She had managed to cut her 10 suitcases down to 5. She still had all her essentuals (make-up, shoes, swim wear and such) but she did have to give up some of her favorite things (bath beads, enscents and a few choice perfumes not to mention a whole weeks worth of clothes). 'I can't help it if I can't decide what to wear till I wear it. But they were sacrifices for the greater good. A whole week on the beach. Just me and my family.'
*BOOM*
"And him."
Bulma walked downstairs to the livingroom expecting to see, and not disappointed, Vegeta standing there with his gear all torn up and a look on his face that could scare a child, adult and old man, but not Bulma.
"WOMAN!"
'What's with this 'woman' thing.' "Yes Vegeta?" half-way singing it because she knew what was wrong.
"That damn machine broke AGAIN. Why can't you fix it right?"
"There's nothing wrong with the way I fix it. Haven't you heard of 'Operator Error'?"
"What!?"
"Nothing Vegeta. Like I said before, I wouldn't have to fix it if you'd stop breaking it."
"Woman..."
"And stop calling me WOMAN. I have a name, you know."
"I'll use your name whin I feel like it, when you treat me with respect and when you stop INTERRUPTING me!"
"I'll treat you with respect when you diserve IT."
"Woman, I swear, one day I will shut you up for good."
"HAH!" Bulma laughed, "No you won't."
"And what makes you so sure?"
"Because I'm the only one who can fix 'that damn machine' for you." Actually, that was a lie. Her father could fix it, after all he was the one who built it, but she had Vegeta convinced of the contrary.
Vegeta hissed silently to himself.
"Say what you want Vegeta, but you know I'm right."
"That machine won't save you forever, Woman."
"Whatever."
"Grrr..."
"OK, is everbody ready to go?" Dr. Breifs said as he came in from his lab. He had to do something while Bulma was re-organizing her things.
"Yeah Dad, I just have to put my stuff in the car." she left to get her things.
"OK Bulma. How 'bout you My Boy, are you ready?"
Vegeta looked at the docter harshly. Dr. Breifs jumped back in fear. Vegeta gave a small smirk and headed toward his room.
"First, I'll change. Then we'll go."
"OK, Vegeta. Whatever you say." the doc said.
Afew minutes later:
"OK, everything is packed, tank is full (something done while Bulma did her thing) and what else?" Dr. Breifs said in the livingroom.
"I can't think of anything." Bulma said.
"Neither can I." Mrs. Breifs added.
"OK then, if we're not missing anything lets go."
"WWOOO HOOO! We're going to the beach, we're going to the beach..." Bulma and Mrs. Breifs sang while they danced.
"Oh goodie." Vegeta said sarcastically to himself.
"All right, come on. We're off." Dr. Breifs closed the door when everyone was out and locked it. "Lets get in the car. Vegeta. Bulma. You two ride in the back."
"What! You want me to sit next to him?" Bulma cried.
"Yes, of course. I'm driving, your mother gets car sick if she sits in the back, ((work with me on this ok)) so it's only logical that you two sit in the back."
"But Dad."
"No buts Bulma. Now its a five hour drive, if we don't get stuck in traffic, so you two had better be nice."
"Tell that to Vegeta." she whispered to herself.
Vegeta's hearing was better than her's because he's sayin so he heard he and let her know with a fierce look that she just brushed away. Bulma opened the door to the van and moved to get in but was cut off by Vegeta, who got in first. 'This is going to be a long ride.'
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Day of the trip:
"MOM, there isn't enough room for my stuff!" Bulma said as she looked at the overpacked van (and not mini either).
"Oh! Well, dear, maybe you shouldn't pack so much. We ARE only going to be gone for a couple of days, you know." Mrs. Breifs said from the doorway.
"I know, but I want to be sure I have enough."
"HONEY, HAVE YOU SEEN MY RASOR?" Dr. Breifs shouted from inside the house.
"IT'S IN THE BATHROOM, DEAR."
"Are you sure bacause I looked ther before and WOW! Bulma, is that all YOUR stuff?" he said, holding on to the doorway and his wife to keep from falling down.
"Yeah, thats all mine. Mom thinks it's too much, what do you think?"
"Well, um..." straiting up and clearing his throught, "I think she's right. After all, this wouldn't be a family trip if the family can't fit in the car."
"I suppose your right. Well, I guess I'm gona have to decide what stays and what goes."
"OK, honey," Mrs. Breifs said, "but try to hurry, I'd like to leave soon, OK?"
"OK Mom."
Five Hours Later:
"OK, I think I'm about done." Bulma said, looking at her work with great pride. She had managed to cut her 10 suitcases down to 5. She still had all her essentuals (make-up, shoes, swim wear and such) but she did have to give up some of her favorite things (bath beads, enscents and a few choice perfumes not to mention a whole weeks worth of clothes). 'I can't help it if I can't decide what to wear till I wear it. But they were sacrifices for the greater good. A whole week on the beach. Just me and my family.'
*BOOM*
"And him."
Bulma walked downstairs to the livingroom expecting to see, and not disappointed, Vegeta standing there with his gear all torn up and a look on his face that could scare a child, adult and old man, but not Bulma.
"WOMAN!"
'What's with this 'woman' thing.' "Yes Vegeta?" half-way singing it because she knew what was wrong.
"That damn machine broke AGAIN. Why can't you fix it right?"
"There's nothing wrong with the way I fix it. Haven't you heard of 'Operator Error'?"
"What!?"
"Nothing Vegeta. Like I said before, I wouldn't have to fix it if you'd stop breaking it."
"Woman..."
"And stop calling me WOMAN. I have a name, you know."
"I'll use your name whin I feel like it, when you treat me with respect and when you stop INTERRUPTING me!"
"I'll treat you with respect when you diserve IT."
"Woman, I swear, one day I will shut you up for good."
"HAH!" Bulma laughed, "No you won't."
"And what makes you so sure?"
"Because I'm the only one who can fix 'that damn machine' for you." Actually, that was a lie. Her father could fix it, after all he was the one who built it, but she had Vegeta convinced of the contrary.
Vegeta hissed silently to himself.
"Say what you want Vegeta, but you know I'm right."
"That machine won't save you forever, Woman."
"Whatever."
"Grrr..."
"OK, is everbody ready to go?" Dr. Breifs said as he came in from his lab. He had to do something while Bulma was re-organizing her things.
"Yeah Dad, I just have to put my stuff in the car." she left to get her things.
"OK Bulma. How 'bout you My Boy, are you ready?"
Vegeta looked at the docter harshly. Dr. Breifs jumped back in fear. Vegeta gave a small smirk and headed toward his room.
"First, I'll change. Then we'll go."
"OK, Vegeta. Whatever you say." the doc said.
Afew minutes later:
"OK, everything is packed, tank is full (something done while Bulma did her thing) and what else?" Dr. Breifs said in the livingroom.
"I can't think of anything." Bulma said.
"Neither can I." Mrs. Breifs added.
"OK then, if we're not missing anything lets go."
"WWOOO HOOO! We're going to the beach, we're going to the beach..." Bulma and Mrs. Breifs sang while they danced.
"Oh goodie." Vegeta said sarcastically to himself.
"All right, come on. We're off." Dr. Breifs closed the door when everyone was out and locked it. "Lets get in the car. Vegeta. Bulma. You two ride in the back."
"What! You want me to sit next to him?" Bulma cried.
"Yes, of course. I'm driving, your mother gets car sick if she sits in the back, ((work with me on this ok)) so it's only logical that you two sit in the back."
"But Dad."
"No buts Bulma. Now its a five hour drive, if we don't get stuck in traffic, so you two had better be nice."
"Tell that to Vegeta." she whispered to herself.
Vegeta's hearing was better than her's because he's sayin so he heard he and let her know with a fierce look that she just brushed away. Bulma opened the door to the van and moved to get in but was cut off by Vegeta, who got in first. 'This is going to be a long ride.'