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This is in regard to my last chapter. Apparently there was some confusion as to who was sleeping in what room in the hotel. Let me explain. When Dr. Briefs ordered the rooms, he reserved 3 suites! Yes, three (he got them on one of those internet sites that can get them real cheap). Anyway, the hotel resold two of the suites so there was only one left. They then gave the Briefs clan two of their lower class rooms (one person per room), but they kept the one suite which the Mr. and Mrs. kept (got all that). So now, our favorite people are now in two different rooms, but not to worry, I got it fixed so that it is still very interesting.
Sorry 'bout the confusion, I fixed it so maybe it's not too bad now. Loves a lot, Bevy
*****Thanks*****
Chapter 4 Seeing the Sites
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"You know, Vegeta, *uh* you could give me a hand." Bulma said, very worn out.
"I'm not the one that brought all of that useless junk."
"This stuff is not useless. I'll need everything here, *uh* sometime or another."
*Humph* was all she got as an answer. Not that she was asking a question but still, it was nice to talk to someone.... but than again it was Vegeta she was talking to.
"You could be a little bit happier. We are on vacation, after all."
Another *humph* was heard from her companion as they arrived at their rooms.
"I think this is it '34C', yeah that's my room and yours is '36C' so we're right next door to each other. Great." She said under her breath.
"What was that?" Vegeta yelled.
"Nothing."
So Bulma opened her door and walked into her room, set her things on her bed and examined the layout of her temporary home. It was standard size, perfect for one person, one queen-size bed, and a mid-sized (according to Bulma's standards) closet in the middle of the room, plus the one in the wall.
"Not too shabby. I've even got another door. Must be to Vegeta's room. *Ha* Like I'll ever use that thing (wink, wink). Hum, I should probably put my stuff away..., buuutttt I'd really like to get some shopping in before sundown. I'll go ask mom if she wants to come. Yeah! Great idea, Bulma."
So she grabbed her purse and went out the door, closing it behind her. Then, she turned to Vegeta's door to find him still standing there, with his hands in his pockets.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"...."
"What?"
".... I can't get in." he said plainly as ever.
"Why?"
He showed her the card to her room.
"Oh, you could have just asked. I'd have told you how to do it."
"I know." he said, not trying to be nice.
And without saying anything, she swiped his card and let him into his room. Had he not had the ability to kill her on the spot, she'd have called him a bastard just then.
"There you go."
"*humph*" Vegeta looked down at her to see her purse in hand. He didn't know much about human customs, but he did know that when she had that puny little thing, it usually meant she was leaving. For a long, long time. "Where are you going?" he asked, not bothering to sound like he cared.
"Shopping with mom."
That meant she'd be gone for a very, very, very, very, very long, long, long, long, long, lo- you get the picture.
"Fine." With that he entered his room and shut the door in her face.
"Bastard."
So she went up to her mom's suite and asked if she wanted to come along with her, all the while noting to herself how much nicer their room was and was very disappointed that she didn't have one herself.
"Sure honey, I'll go with you. You wanna come, too, dear?" Mrs. Briefs asked in her sunniest bit-of-cheery voice.
"Um... why not?" said Dr. Briefs.
"Great! Lets go." said Bulma.
So they left the hotel and started walking down the street (they walked on Bulma's insistence). The hotel was on the outskirts of the city so they had to walk for some time before they saw anything that really caught Bulma's eye. But, when they got into the city, oh boy, did she have a hay-day. There were miles upon miles of clothing shops, candy stores, Baskin Robbins', and restaurants.
At first they just did some window shopping (or should I say Bulma just did some window shopping) moving from window to window, gazing into each and wishing that they (let it be known that from this time on the word "they" refers to Bulma, unless other wise stated :p ) had enough money to buy all of it. But soon after, window shopping wasn't enough. So they (all of them) went into a very fancy dress shop where Bulma had seen a very nice little-blue dress that caught her eye.
"Man, look at this thing. Yamcha would drop dead if he saw me in this. Wonder how much it is." She looked. "WHOAW, too much for me. Way too much. *uhg* She had to turn the tag over, that's how much it was. She decided to look through the other racks and find something else that was a little more in her price range.
As she walked, she headed to the back of the store where something shinny caught her eye. It was a small, halter-top dress, coming only about to, what she assumed, her mid-thigh; dark purple in color, almost black, with sparkles on it so that it looked like the night sky. Bulma was speechless.
"Wow!" was all she could muster up. "How much is it? I bet it too much. ... ... No, it's just in my price range. $150, not too bad." So, Bulma took the dress, without even trying it on first and paid for it. She and her parents then left the shop and went on their way.
"I can't believe this dress. Yamcha is going to FREAK when he sees me in it. OOHHH I can't wait!" she said.
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As the day went on, Bulma found her pleasure in buying more clothes and some killer shoes to match her dress, dark purple sandals that looked as if they belonged in her closet and on her feet, of course. Her parents just tagged along and gave her moral support when she needed a second opinion on a shirt or pair of pants. The day had seemed to have flown by when Bulma noticed that the sun was beginning to set.
"How long have we been gone? Wow, almost all day! I guess we had better start getting back. Who knows what Vegeta has done to the place? Hope it's still there."
"You know, Bulma, I don't think you give Vegeta enough credit." Dr. Briefs said.
"What do you mean, Dad?"
"Well, I know that Vegeta has done some things that were a little unethical, "
"You're tellin' me! He tried to destroy the Earth, gain immortality and kill Goku! 'Unethical' is hardly a phrase I would use to describe what he did."
"BUT, that doesn't mean that he hasn't changed. I doubt very seriously that when given the choice, Vegeta would choose wrong."
"Sure Dad. Whatever." No sooner had the words left her mouth; Bulma noticed something out of the corner of her eye. To the average person it would have been nothing strange, but to Bulma it was very strange indeed. According to Bulma's mind, she saw what looked like Yamcha's wild hair style standing next to a very pretty blonde and poofy hair style. 'That's impossible! Yamcha is out training with Tien. He wouldn't do such a thing.' And that was it. The thought was pushed out of her mind and never came to the surface again for the rest of the day.
On the way back to the hotel, Bulma had decided that they should take a "short cut," at least that's what she told her parents. In reality she knew that it was a whole half hour longer than the route they took before, but she still wanted to see a part of the city she was very interested in. She had read about a very popular night club in a magazine Chi-chi had given her one time. She wanted to see if it was everything that the article said it was.
When they passed it, at first Bulma wasn't that impressed with it. She had been to a lot of night clubs with Yamcha before and this one didn't seem to be much different. It was a little one-story building with a blue, neon sign that read "The Midnight Dream." 'Doesn't look like much. Oh well, if I've learned one thing, it's to never judge a night club by its exterior.'
When they finally reached the hotel, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs said their goodnights to their daughter and retreated to their room. Bulma also made her way to her room, with all of her bags in hand, about six in all. She had some trouble opening her door, but finally succeeded and dropped all her things on the floor and plopped onto the bed. 'I wonder what Vegeta was doing the whole time I was gone. I bet he missed his precious Gravity Chamber.' And with that she fell asleep.
This is in regard to my last chapter. Apparently there was some confusion as to who was sleeping in what room in the hotel. Let me explain. When Dr. Briefs ordered the rooms, he reserved 3 suites! Yes, three (he got them on one of those internet sites that can get them real cheap). Anyway, the hotel resold two of the suites so there was only one left. They then gave the Briefs clan two of their lower class rooms (one person per room), but they kept the one suite which the Mr. and Mrs. kept (got all that). So now, our favorite people are now in two different rooms, but not to worry, I got it fixed so that it is still very interesting.
Sorry 'bout the confusion, I fixed it so maybe it's not too bad now. Loves a lot, Bevy
*****Thanks*****
Chapter 4 Seeing the Sites
*****************************
"You know, Vegeta, *uh* you could give me a hand." Bulma said, very worn out.
"I'm not the one that brought all of that useless junk."
"This stuff is not useless. I'll need everything here, *uh* sometime or another."
*Humph* was all she got as an answer. Not that she was asking a question but still, it was nice to talk to someone.... but than again it was Vegeta she was talking to.
"You could be a little bit happier. We are on vacation, after all."
Another *humph* was heard from her companion as they arrived at their rooms.
"I think this is it '34C', yeah that's my room and yours is '36C' so we're right next door to each other. Great." She said under her breath.
"What was that?" Vegeta yelled.
"Nothing."
So Bulma opened her door and walked into her room, set her things on her bed and examined the layout of her temporary home. It was standard size, perfect for one person, one queen-size bed, and a mid-sized (according to Bulma's standards) closet in the middle of the room, plus the one in the wall.
"Not too shabby. I've even got another door. Must be to Vegeta's room. *Ha* Like I'll ever use that thing (wink, wink). Hum, I should probably put my stuff away..., buuutttt I'd really like to get some shopping in before sundown. I'll go ask mom if she wants to come. Yeah! Great idea, Bulma."
So she grabbed her purse and went out the door, closing it behind her. Then, she turned to Vegeta's door to find him still standing there, with his hands in his pockets.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"...."
"What?"
".... I can't get in." he said plainly as ever.
"Why?"
He showed her the card to her room.
"Oh, you could have just asked. I'd have told you how to do it."
"I know." he said, not trying to be nice.
And without saying anything, she swiped his card and let him into his room. Had he not had the ability to kill her on the spot, she'd have called him a bastard just then.
"There you go."
"*humph*" Vegeta looked down at her to see her purse in hand. He didn't know much about human customs, but he did know that when she had that puny little thing, it usually meant she was leaving. For a long, long time. "Where are you going?" he asked, not bothering to sound like he cared.
"Shopping with mom."
That meant she'd be gone for a very, very, very, very, very long, long, long, long, long, lo- you get the picture.
"Fine." With that he entered his room and shut the door in her face.
"Bastard."
So she went up to her mom's suite and asked if she wanted to come along with her, all the while noting to herself how much nicer their room was and was very disappointed that she didn't have one herself.
"Sure honey, I'll go with you. You wanna come, too, dear?" Mrs. Briefs asked in her sunniest bit-of-cheery voice.
"Um... why not?" said Dr. Briefs.
"Great! Lets go." said Bulma.
So they left the hotel and started walking down the street (they walked on Bulma's insistence). The hotel was on the outskirts of the city so they had to walk for some time before they saw anything that really caught Bulma's eye. But, when they got into the city, oh boy, did she have a hay-day. There were miles upon miles of clothing shops, candy stores, Baskin Robbins', and restaurants.
At first they just did some window shopping (or should I say Bulma just did some window shopping) moving from window to window, gazing into each and wishing that they (let it be known that from this time on the word "they" refers to Bulma, unless other wise stated :p ) had enough money to buy all of it. But soon after, window shopping wasn't enough. So they (all of them) went into a very fancy dress shop where Bulma had seen a very nice little-blue dress that caught her eye.
"Man, look at this thing. Yamcha would drop dead if he saw me in this. Wonder how much it is." She looked. "WHOAW, too much for me. Way too much. *uhg* She had to turn the tag over, that's how much it was. She decided to look through the other racks and find something else that was a little more in her price range.
As she walked, she headed to the back of the store where something shinny caught her eye. It was a small, halter-top dress, coming only about to, what she assumed, her mid-thigh; dark purple in color, almost black, with sparkles on it so that it looked like the night sky. Bulma was speechless.
"Wow!" was all she could muster up. "How much is it? I bet it too much. ... ... No, it's just in my price range. $150, not too bad." So, Bulma took the dress, without even trying it on first and paid for it. She and her parents then left the shop and went on their way.
"I can't believe this dress. Yamcha is going to FREAK when he sees me in it. OOHHH I can't wait!" she said.
*******
As the day went on, Bulma found her pleasure in buying more clothes and some killer shoes to match her dress, dark purple sandals that looked as if they belonged in her closet and on her feet, of course. Her parents just tagged along and gave her moral support when she needed a second opinion on a shirt or pair of pants. The day had seemed to have flown by when Bulma noticed that the sun was beginning to set.
"How long have we been gone? Wow, almost all day! I guess we had better start getting back. Who knows what Vegeta has done to the place? Hope it's still there."
"You know, Bulma, I don't think you give Vegeta enough credit." Dr. Briefs said.
"What do you mean, Dad?"
"Well, I know that Vegeta has done some things that were a little unethical, "
"You're tellin' me! He tried to destroy the Earth, gain immortality and kill Goku! 'Unethical' is hardly a phrase I would use to describe what he did."
"BUT, that doesn't mean that he hasn't changed. I doubt very seriously that when given the choice, Vegeta would choose wrong."
"Sure Dad. Whatever." No sooner had the words left her mouth; Bulma noticed something out of the corner of her eye. To the average person it would have been nothing strange, but to Bulma it was very strange indeed. According to Bulma's mind, she saw what looked like Yamcha's wild hair style standing next to a very pretty blonde and poofy hair style. 'That's impossible! Yamcha is out training with Tien. He wouldn't do such a thing.' And that was it. The thought was pushed out of her mind and never came to the surface again for the rest of the day.
On the way back to the hotel, Bulma had decided that they should take a "short cut," at least that's what she told her parents. In reality she knew that it was a whole half hour longer than the route they took before, but she still wanted to see a part of the city she was very interested in. She had read about a very popular night club in a magazine Chi-chi had given her one time. She wanted to see if it was everything that the article said it was.
When they passed it, at first Bulma wasn't that impressed with it. She had been to a lot of night clubs with Yamcha before and this one didn't seem to be much different. It was a little one-story building with a blue, neon sign that read "The Midnight Dream." 'Doesn't look like much. Oh well, if I've learned one thing, it's to never judge a night club by its exterior.'
When they finally reached the hotel, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs said their goodnights to their daughter and retreated to their room. Bulma also made her way to her room, with all of her bags in hand, about six in all. She had some trouble opening her door, but finally succeeded and dropped all her things on the floor and plopped onto the bed. 'I wonder what Vegeta was doing the whole time I was gone. I bet he missed his precious Gravity Chamber.' And with that she fell asleep.