Chapter Thirty Two: Love helps you get to the bathroom
Authors Notes: Hey everyone, I'm so glad you're enjoying these filler chapters, I was worried they might piss you off. I noticed a couple of complaints about the 'Goku' thing, and now that I think about it, I know I've –never- done that before! (Laughs) I mean, I've been told I'm fairly good at keeping Vegeta in character. Hope it didn't bug anyone too badly ^_^
I know this chapter is short and not my best, and my apologies for that.
I have –already- posted a new story! (I'm getting ahead of myself again!!) If anybody feels like reading it, you should totally check it out. It's called 'The Never Resolutions' R&R, peoples! I know you're all really good at that ^_^
The lateness of this chapter might be explained by the way ff.net has been screwing us all over lately.
My new E-mail address is: Crypt_Cobra@serpents.zzn.com
~J.J
It was a thing the proud prince was not accustomed to, falling asleep in a woman's embrace. In fact, he mused as he awoke slowly and realized his whereabouts; it was the first time he had ever been so comfortably close to –any- female. What frightened him was that he realized he enjoyed the sensation.
Vegeta sat up carefully to avoid waking Bulma, who was slumped back against the tree snoring quietly. He watched her for a moment before slipping completely from her grip and straightening. He took a look around and instantly scolded himself for falling asleep; it was pitch black.
One thing he noticed instantly was that his stomach hurt quite badly. It was not the sort of pain he was accustomed to when Kakarott would lay a good one on him, but rather a different feeling entirely. It was a feeling of…nausea. A feeling he realized he had never felt before. His stomach made a series of loud, unsettling noises and he felt bitter tasting bile rise in the back of his throat.
"Am I going to…throw up?" Vegeta's head spun and he leaned forward, his head bent toward the ground. It seemed absurd and entirely unlike him; he had –never- puked in all his years.
I think I am…
Fortunately for the Prince, the feeling gradually passed, but was replaced by burping, bubbling and churning. He almost wished he –would- have thrown up to avoid the awful sensations.
He took a moment to himself before he turned back to the sleeping woman and gently shook her. "Bulma…" he mumbled, feeling the bile rising in his throat again. "Wake up."
Bulma's eyelids fluttered and came into focus. She saw him, bolted upright and self-consciously wiped her mouth with her fingers, avoiding his gaze. A tiny puddle of drool had nearly slid out of her open mouth.
"Hmm…?" she looked around for a second and then her eyes widened. "Oh Kami!" she squeaked. "What time is it?"
Vegeta scowled. "Do I look like I have a watch, woman?"
Bulma stood up beside him and walked in slow circles, taking in their surroundings. It was the same tree she had suggested they rest against. They had obviously fallen asleep, but how long ago? And for how long a time? She shivered suddenly. It was much, -much- colder than when they had landed.
"Where are we?" she finally asked.
"I…" Vegeta paused and leaned forward again. "I don't know…" he breathed as he prayed for the churning and lurching in his gut to end. –What the hell is wrong with me-?
"Are you all right?" Bulma asked, her brow crinkling. "You don't look so good."
Vegeta burped. "I don't feel…so…good." He clutched a hand to his stomach. "Woman…those berries I ate…"
She nodded. "I remember. There was a bush right over…" she looked around for a moment before pointing. "It's right there."
Vegeta nodded. "Go get me one. Don't eat it."
Bulma didn't know what to make of the Prince's strange request. Why would he tell her not to eat one? Hadn't he eaten a whole handful earlier before they…
Bulma suddenly understood. The berries had obviously not agreed with Vegeta's stomach. But if he had been on R'haksin before, then shouldn't he have known what to eat and what not to eat? She shook her head and she quietly padded over to the berries and grabbed a small handful. From the groaning behind her, it seemed he was in more of a bad way than she had first assumed. Bulma peered at the handful of berries in the faint moonlight, turning them over in her hands. They looked normal enough…so why would they be the culprit in such a crime?
Returning to his side, she handed him a berry. "Here." She said quietly. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Vegeta took a long, hard look at the berry ignoring her altogether, and then after a moments wait roared a number of indistinguishable but obviously rude Sayajin curses.
"What?" Bulma asked impatiently when he was done.
"Just as I thought…" he trailed off and made a wretched face. "How could I have…been so stupid?"
Bulma shrugged helplessly. "What the hell is going on?"
"These are Yaden Berries." He burped and grimaced again. "They're not poisonous…but they…aren't the best things to…eat."
Bulma shook her head. "Then why did you eat them?" she blurted. "I mean, shouldn't you know enough about this Planet…" she trailed off when she saw the look on his face.
"Sorry." She mumbled. She turned her hand over and dumped the rest of the berries on the ground. "So…are you going to be ok?"
Vegeta plopped down on the ground beside the tree, groaning and clutching his stomach. It was terribly embarrassing for him to be watched by Bulma in such a vulnerable state.
"Maybe you should lay down." She suggested. "Lay on your back and put your knees up."
"Why?" Vegeta managed.
"Because that's what my Doctor always told me to do when I had a bad stomach ache." She replied, sitting down beside him. "Trust me."
Vegeta couldn't help but feel a bit vulnerable as he lay down on his back beside the demanding female. She had that powerful 'don't mess with me' look on her face, which of course, meant that he shouldn't mess with her. But he was practically programmed to not trust or like anybody. Sighing, he grudgingly laid down beside her, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could against the hard bark of the tree.
"You know," Bulma began after she was satisfied he wasn't going anywhere, "I thought when you growled and grabbed me like that, I thought you were going to…" she trailed off, blushing.
Vegeta moaned. The mention of sex made it all the more torturous. He rolled an eye up to her. "Woman, that was precisely what I planned to do." He said. "And we did kiss." He said, staring ahead as though he had just somehow damaged his pride by saying so. Bulma smiled.
"Are you feeling any better yet?"
He didn't want to admit that she was right. "A little." He said, trying to close his eyes. The pain –had- subsided, but it wasn't gone, and he knew with sinking finality that they weren't going to get out of the forest anytime soon. Not until his stomach ache passed.
Bulma rolled over and put her chin in her hands. "So what you're basically saying is you can't fly with a stomach ache."
He glared daggers at her. "I might be able to if I didn't have to carry –you- all the way."
She shrugged, indifferent. "Then I'll stay here."
Vegeta's eyes widened. This was truly something new. Bulma, being ok with staying by herself in darkened woods? He paused. Something wasn't right. She was testing him. He smirked, deciding to call her bluff.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow." He said, standing up. Bulma's calm expression maintained somewhat before crumbling. "I…I didn't mean…"
Vegeta wanted to laugh and rub it in but his stomach felt much too horrible. He didn't trust himself, and instead crawled back over to lay down with her. "All right." He snapped, knowing full well that she was grinning. "You win."
Authors Notes: Hey everyone, I'm so glad you're enjoying these filler chapters, I was worried they might piss you off. I noticed a couple of complaints about the 'Goku' thing, and now that I think about it, I know I've –never- done that before! (Laughs) I mean, I've been told I'm fairly good at keeping Vegeta in character. Hope it didn't bug anyone too badly ^_^
I know this chapter is short and not my best, and my apologies for that.
I have –already- posted a new story! (I'm getting ahead of myself again!!) If anybody feels like reading it, you should totally check it out. It's called 'The Never Resolutions' R&R, peoples! I know you're all really good at that ^_^
The lateness of this chapter might be explained by the way ff.net has been screwing us all over lately.
My new E-mail address is: Crypt_Cobra@serpents.zzn.com
~J.J
It was a thing the proud prince was not accustomed to, falling asleep in a woman's embrace. In fact, he mused as he awoke slowly and realized his whereabouts; it was the first time he had ever been so comfortably close to –any- female. What frightened him was that he realized he enjoyed the sensation.
Vegeta sat up carefully to avoid waking Bulma, who was slumped back against the tree snoring quietly. He watched her for a moment before slipping completely from her grip and straightening. He took a look around and instantly scolded himself for falling asleep; it was pitch black.
One thing he noticed instantly was that his stomach hurt quite badly. It was not the sort of pain he was accustomed to when Kakarott would lay a good one on him, but rather a different feeling entirely. It was a feeling of…nausea. A feeling he realized he had never felt before. His stomach made a series of loud, unsettling noises and he felt bitter tasting bile rise in the back of his throat.
"Am I going to…throw up?" Vegeta's head spun and he leaned forward, his head bent toward the ground. It seemed absurd and entirely unlike him; he had –never- puked in all his years.
I think I am…
Fortunately for the Prince, the feeling gradually passed, but was replaced by burping, bubbling and churning. He almost wished he –would- have thrown up to avoid the awful sensations.
He took a moment to himself before he turned back to the sleeping woman and gently shook her. "Bulma…" he mumbled, feeling the bile rising in his throat again. "Wake up."
Bulma's eyelids fluttered and came into focus. She saw him, bolted upright and self-consciously wiped her mouth with her fingers, avoiding his gaze. A tiny puddle of drool had nearly slid out of her open mouth.
"Hmm…?" she looked around for a second and then her eyes widened. "Oh Kami!" she squeaked. "What time is it?"
Vegeta scowled. "Do I look like I have a watch, woman?"
Bulma stood up beside him and walked in slow circles, taking in their surroundings. It was the same tree she had suggested they rest against. They had obviously fallen asleep, but how long ago? And for how long a time? She shivered suddenly. It was much, -much- colder than when they had landed.
"Where are we?" she finally asked.
"I…" Vegeta paused and leaned forward again. "I don't know…" he breathed as he prayed for the churning and lurching in his gut to end. –What the hell is wrong with me-?
"Are you all right?" Bulma asked, her brow crinkling. "You don't look so good."
Vegeta burped. "I don't feel…so…good." He clutched a hand to his stomach. "Woman…those berries I ate…"
She nodded. "I remember. There was a bush right over…" she looked around for a moment before pointing. "It's right there."
Vegeta nodded. "Go get me one. Don't eat it."
Bulma didn't know what to make of the Prince's strange request. Why would he tell her not to eat one? Hadn't he eaten a whole handful earlier before they…
Bulma suddenly understood. The berries had obviously not agreed with Vegeta's stomach. But if he had been on R'haksin before, then shouldn't he have known what to eat and what not to eat? She shook her head and she quietly padded over to the berries and grabbed a small handful. From the groaning behind her, it seemed he was in more of a bad way than she had first assumed. Bulma peered at the handful of berries in the faint moonlight, turning them over in her hands. They looked normal enough…so why would they be the culprit in such a crime?
Returning to his side, she handed him a berry. "Here." She said quietly. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Vegeta took a long, hard look at the berry ignoring her altogether, and then after a moments wait roared a number of indistinguishable but obviously rude Sayajin curses.
"What?" Bulma asked impatiently when he was done.
"Just as I thought…" he trailed off and made a wretched face. "How could I have…been so stupid?"
Bulma shrugged helplessly. "What the hell is going on?"
"These are Yaden Berries." He burped and grimaced again. "They're not poisonous…but they…aren't the best things to…eat."
Bulma shook her head. "Then why did you eat them?" she blurted. "I mean, shouldn't you know enough about this Planet…" she trailed off when she saw the look on his face.
"Sorry." She mumbled. She turned her hand over and dumped the rest of the berries on the ground. "So…are you going to be ok?"
Vegeta plopped down on the ground beside the tree, groaning and clutching his stomach. It was terribly embarrassing for him to be watched by Bulma in such a vulnerable state.
"Maybe you should lay down." She suggested. "Lay on your back and put your knees up."
"Why?" Vegeta managed.
"Because that's what my Doctor always told me to do when I had a bad stomach ache." She replied, sitting down beside him. "Trust me."
Vegeta couldn't help but feel a bit vulnerable as he lay down on his back beside the demanding female. She had that powerful 'don't mess with me' look on her face, which of course, meant that he shouldn't mess with her. But he was practically programmed to not trust or like anybody. Sighing, he grudgingly laid down beside her, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could against the hard bark of the tree.
"You know," Bulma began after she was satisfied he wasn't going anywhere, "I thought when you growled and grabbed me like that, I thought you were going to…" she trailed off, blushing.
Vegeta moaned. The mention of sex made it all the more torturous. He rolled an eye up to her. "Woman, that was precisely what I planned to do." He said. "And we did kiss." He said, staring ahead as though he had just somehow damaged his pride by saying so. Bulma smiled.
"Are you feeling any better yet?"
He didn't want to admit that she was right. "A little." He said, trying to close his eyes. The pain –had- subsided, but it wasn't gone, and he knew with sinking finality that they weren't going to get out of the forest anytime soon. Not until his stomach ache passed.
Bulma rolled over and put her chin in her hands. "So what you're basically saying is you can't fly with a stomach ache."
He glared daggers at her. "I might be able to if I didn't have to carry –you- all the way."
She shrugged, indifferent. "Then I'll stay here."
Vegeta's eyes widened. This was truly something new. Bulma, being ok with staying by herself in darkened woods? He paused. Something wasn't right. She was testing him. He smirked, deciding to call her bluff.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow." He said, standing up. Bulma's calm expression maintained somewhat before crumbling. "I…I didn't mean…"
Vegeta wanted to laugh and rub it in but his stomach felt much too horrible. He didn't trust himself, and instead crawled back over to lay down with her. "All right." He snapped, knowing full well that she was grinning. "You win."