Anther chapter, another day.
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Chapter 4: It Really Is Him!
Sitting at the table he started eating. The woman was just standing there watching him. He was wondering why, then all of a sudden he tasted it. Salt. Heavy. His food was lace with so much salt he choked. He spit the food out of his mouth, slammed the utensil on the table and growled. He turned towards her and with a gasp she fled to the kitchen. With lightning speed he reached the door before she did, blocking her way.
"And where do you think your going?" He sneered.
"Let me by." She demanded. "I have more customers to feed."
He grabbed her arm. "I don't think so. If you feed the rest of your guests with the same crap you just fed me you'll be out of business in a week."
"It's not my fault that you don't like my cooking. Now let go of me!" She demanded.
No one has ever grabbed her before. From behind the bar she saw he barkeeper, Piccolo. He was starting to come to her rescue. She shook her head. If he interfered he might get hurt.
Piccolo hesitated. He knew his chances against a man like this. Little to none. But he also knew that if he din't do anything Miss Bulma might get hurt.
Without turning the gunman said. "You'd better listen to your little boss here, or you won't like what will happen if you interfere." After saying that he pushed her though the door into the kitchen. "Now, you're going to fix me some proper food." She shoved her in the direction of the stove as he sat himself down at the kitchen table.
Bulma was angry. Not at just him, at herself too. She'd never in her life done something so foolish. She has always been respectful of her customers, no matter what background they came from. You live longer out here by keeping to yourself. But for some reason, this man just rubbed her wrong. As she started his real breakfast she could feel his eyes on her. They burned into her back. "Would you stop staring at me!"
He laughed. It was a harsh sound. "If I don't watch, you might put some vinegar in it or something. No, I'll watch, and you'll just have to deal with it. Until I get my real breakfast I'm not leaving." He did watch her. Watched the sway of her hips as she moved about the room, watched as her breasts rose a fell with each breath. He'd been long without a woman, and here he was with one. Alone. He smirked.
Goku walked into the CC Saloon with the intent of speaking to Bulma. But with a look from Piccolo, he walked up to him. "She's in the kitchen with that new guy." The barkeeper kept looking at the back door. "They've been in there for the last fifteen minutes. Haven't heard a sound except cooking."
Goku walked to the door. He could hear the sound of bacon cooking along with eggs and steak. No other sounds emerged. Piccolo came over to him, shotgun in hand. "You think that maybe we should go in there?"
Goku knew that the man behind that door was his old partner. It had to be. He made a decision. He was going to go in. Whimpering so as not to alert them, he said to Piccolo, "I'll go, you stay here." With one hand on his gun, he pushed through the door.
Both occupants of the room looked up. Miss. Bulma at the table, in the process of setting the food on the table. The man at the table, in the process of reaching for Bulma stopped as Goku came into the room. His smile vanished and his hand immediately went to his gun at his hip.
Goku stopped as the face in front of him hit. It really is him!
"Vegeta."
(A/N: I know that this is short. I couldn't write any more. Please Review. Let me know what you think. Good or bad I don't care.)
DISCLAIMER: No Own!
Chapter 4: It Really Is Him!
Sitting at the table he started eating. The woman was just standing there watching him. He was wondering why, then all of a sudden he tasted it. Salt. Heavy. His food was lace with so much salt he choked. He spit the food out of his mouth, slammed the utensil on the table and growled. He turned towards her and with a gasp she fled to the kitchen. With lightning speed he reached the door before she did, blocking her way.
"And where do you think your going?" He sneered.
"Let me by." She demanded. "I have more customers to feed."
He grabbed her arm. "I don't think so. If you feed the rest of your guests with the same crap you just fed me you'll be out of business in a week."
"It's not my fault that you don't like my cooking. Now let go of me!" She demanded.
No one has ever grabbed her before. From behind the bar she saw he barkeeper, Piccolo. He was starting to come to her rescue. She shook her head. If he interfered he might get hurt.
Piccolo hesitated. He knew his chances against a man like this. Little to none. But he also knew that if he din't do anything Miss Bulma might get hurt.
Without turning the gunman said. "You'd better listen to your little boss here, or you won't like what will happen if you interfere." After saying that he pushed her though the door into the kitchen. "Now, you're going to fix me some proper food." She shoved her in the direction of the stove as he sat himself down at the kitchen table.
Bulma was angry. Not at just him, at herself too. She'd never in her life done something so foolish. She has always been respectful of her customers, no matter what background they came from. You live longer out here by keeping to yourself. But for some reason, this man just rubbed her wrong. As she started his real breakfast she could feel his eyes on her. They burned into her back. "Would you stop staring at me!"
He laughed. It was a harsh sound. "If I don't watch, you might put some vinegar in it or something. No, I'll watch, and you'll just have to deal with it. Until I get my real breakfast I'm not leaving." He did watch her. Watched the sway of her hips as she moved about the room, watched as her breasts rose a fell with each breath. He'd been long without a woman, and here he was with one. Alone. He smirked.
Goku walked into the CC Saloon with the intent of speaking to Bulma. But with a look from Piccolo, he walked up to him. "She's in the kitchen with that new guy." The barkeeper kept looking at the back door. "They've been in there for the last fifteen minutes. Haven't heard a sound except cooking."
Goku walked to the door. He could hear the sound of bacon cooking along with eggs and steak. No other sounds emerged. Piccolo came over to him, shotgun in hand. "You think that maybe we should go in there?"
Goku knew that the man behind that door was his old partner. It had to be. He made a decision. He was going to go in. Whimpering so as not to alert them, he said to Piccolo, "I'll go, you stay here." With one hand on his gun, he pushed through the door.
Both occupants of the room looked up. Miss. Bulma at the table, in the process of setting the food on the table. The man at the table, in the process of reaching for Bulma stopped as Goku came into the room. His smile vanished and his hand immediately went to his gun at his hip.
Goku stopped as the face in front of him hit. It really is him!
"Vegeta."
(A/N: I know that this is short. I couldn't write any more. Please Review. Let me know what you think. Good or bad I don't care.)