And here we go.
(Thinking) "Words"
Chapter 5: Rivals?
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my old friend, Kakarot." Vegeta stood up and glared at Goku.
Bulma stared at Goku as if she had never seen him before. (Kakarot? What?)
"Vegeta, what are you doing here?" Goku asked him.
Vegeta didn't say anything. Walking up to Goku, his fist swung. Goku, unprepared for the attack, slammed back against the door, knocking it off its hinges.
Goku sat up and rubbed his jaw. "I suppose I deserved that."
Vegeta snarled, "Where did you get that idea?"
Goku stood. "In that case. . ." he barreled into Vegeta. Together they crashed against the table. Bulma watched as the two men exchanged blows then ran out of the room and grabbed the shotgun from Piccolo. She turned around just in time to see Vegeta swung at Goku, Goku ducked and punched Vegeta in the gut. Vegeta doubled over, but came back up. Both hands fisted together, they connected with Goku's jaw. Goku fell back onto the ground, splinters of the table lay underneath him. Rolling over, he swung his leg and tripped Vegeta, then collapsed. Vegeta lay on the ground panting.
"I think . . that you . . . deserved that." Goku said between breaths.
Vegeta growled. "You're the one who left."
"I had to." Goku got up off the floor. He turned to the door where Bulma and Piccolo were watching. "Sorry about the mess, Miss Bulma."
"No problem, Goku." Bulma shrugged. Fights were typical in a saloon. She always had enough spare money to fix up broken tables or windows. "Why don't you introduce me?"
"Oh, this is my partner, Vegeta. Vegeta, the propriatress of this establishment, Miss Bulma."
"Pleased to meet you." Bulma held out her hand.
Vegeta grunted and ignored her hand. "What are you doing in this run of the mill town, Kakarot."
Bulma, not one for being ignored, said, "His name is Goku, and he's the sherrif, AND he's married."
Vegeta turned to look at her. "Kakarot is his name, woman."
She looked at Goku. He smiled sheepishly. "Um . . . kind of, Bulma. You see, I was born with the name Kakarot, but I changed it when I left the guys. So really it is Goku."
"Right. So, Vegeta, what brins you to West City?" Bulma, always the curious, asked.
"I was hired by F. . mmnfgh" Goku clamped a hand around Vegeta's mouth.
"He was hired by me. He's my new deputy." Goku said, smiling at Bulma. (a/n: You know, his goofy smile ^_^)
"Great! I look forward to seeing you again." And she turned and went out the room.
Goku let Vegeta go and wipped his brow, "Whew, that was close."
"You mind explaining what you just did?" Vegeta was pissed.
"Um . . I stopped you from getting shot. If you didn't notice she still had that shotgun."
"So, what could she have done."
"You don't know Bulma if you ask that." Goku chuckled. "I have some rounds to make. Why don't you meet me in the stables in say, half an hour? Then we can catch up."
"Sure, I have some things to do."
"Great!" Goku turned and left. Vegeta stood there for a few minutes. Just then Bulma came back in.
"Oh! I thought that you left." She turned to leave.
"Do you really know how to use that thing?" He stood up and dusted himself off.
"What? Oh, the shotgun. Yes, I do."
"Who taught you?" Vegeta asked, though he didn't know why. For some strange reason he wanted to get to know this woman.
Bulma looked at him quizzically. "A friend of mine. He was the county marshal. He was shot not to long ago by some bank robbers." She turned and ducked her head.
"Do you miss him?" Vegeta asked softly. He came up to her. He saw a single tear run down her face. (Great, now look at what you did. You made her cry.) Vegeta hesitated. Never has he apologized in his life. But for some strange reason he wanted to comfort this woman, make everything right in her life. Slowly, so as not to scare her away, and to give her a chance to pull back, he wrapped his arms around her.
A little startled, Bulma froze for a second. Then she melted. It had been so long since she was held by strong arms. She felt warm and comforted. She didn't want this to end.
"Miss Bulma, Yajir.um." They sprang apart as Piccolo came in and stopped. "I'm sorry, Miss Bulma, but there is a problem." He looked at Vegeta with a frown.
Vegeta glared at him. Bulma was blushing, prettily. "Um.. I'll be right there, Piccolo, thank you." She took a few minutes to calm herself.
"I'm sorry for breaking down like that. I'm not usually like this." With a quick nod she left.
Vegeta snorted. Then he smiled, thinking of how she felt against him. She was soft and supple. And those kissable lips. He smirked as he left the saloon.
(Things are looking up in this town.)
Ok, what do you all think? Serious writers block here. K
(Thinking) "Words"
Chapter 5: Rivals?
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my old friend, Kakarot." Vegeta stood up and glared at Goku.
Bulma stared at Goku as if she had never seen him before. (Kakarot? What?)
"Vegeta, what are you doing here?" Goku asked him.
Vegeta didn't say anything. Walking up to Goku, his fist swung. Goku, unprepared for the attack, slammed back against the door, knocking it off its hinges.
Goku sat up and rubbed his jaw. "I suppose I deserved that."
Vegeta snarled, "Where did you get that idea?"
Goku stood. "In that case. . ." he barreled into Vegeta. Together they crashed against the table. Bulma watched as the two men exchanged blows then ran out of the room and grabbed the shotgun from Piccolo. She turned around just in time to see Vegeta swung at Goku, Goku ducked and punched Vegeta in the gut. Vegeta doubled over, but came back up. Both hands fisted together, they connected with Goku's jaw. Goku fell back onto the ground, splinters of the table lay underneath him. Rolling over, he swung his leg and tripped Vegeta, then collapsed. Vegeta lay on the ground panting.
"I think . . that you . . . deserved that." Goku said between breaths.
Vegeta growled. "You're the one who left."
"I had to." Goku got up off the floor. He turned to the door where Bulma and Piccolo were watching. "Sorry about the mess, Miss Bulma."
"No problem, Goku." Bulma shrugged. Fights were typical in a saloon. She always had enough spare money to fix up broken tables or windows. "Why don't you introduce me?"
"Oh, this is my partner, Vegeta. Vegeta, the propriatress of this establishment, Miss Bulma."
"Pleased to meet you." Bulma held out her hand.
Vegeta grunted and ignored her hand. "What are you doing in this run of the mill town, Kakarot."
Bulma, not one for being ignored, said, "His name is Goku, and he's the sherrif, AND he's married."
Vegeta turned to look at her. "Kakarot is his name, woman."
She looked at Goku. He smiled sheepishly. "Um . . . kind of, Bulma. You see, I was born with the name Kakarot, but I changed it when I left the guys. So really it is Goku."
"Right. So, Vegeta, what brins you to West City?" Bulma, always the curious, asked.
"I was hired by F. . mmnfgh" Goku clamped a hand around Vegeta's mouth.
"He was hired by me. He's my new deputy." Goku said, smiling at Bulma. (a/n: You know, his goofy smile ^_^)
"Great! I look forward to seeing you again." And she turned and went out the room.
Goku let Vegeta go and wipped his brow, "Whew, that was close."
"You mind explaining what you just did?" Vegeta was pissed.
"Um . . I stopped you from getting shot. If you didn't notice she still had that shotgun."
"So, what could she have done."
"You don't know Bulma if you ask that." Goku chuckled. "I have some rounds to make. Why don't you meet me in the stables in say, half an hour? Then we can catch up."
"Sure, I have some things to do."
"Great!" Goku turned and left. Vegeta stood there for a few minutes. Just then Bulma came back in.
"Oh! I thought that you left." She turned to leave.
"Do you really know how to use that thing?" He stood up and dusted himself off.
"What? Oh, the shotgun. Yes, I do."
"Who taught you?" Vegeta asked, though he didn't know why. For some strange reason he wanted to get to know this woman.
Bulma looked at him quizzically. "A friend of mine. He was the county marshal. He was shot not to long ago by some bank robbers." She turned and ducked her head.
"Do you miss him?" Vegeta asked softly. He came up to her. He saw a single tear run down her face. (Great, now look at what you did. You made her cry.) Vegeta hesitated. Never has he apologized in his life. But for some strange reason he wanted to comfort this woman, make everything right in her life. Slowly, so as not to scare her away, and to give her a chance to pull back, he wrapped his arms around her.
A little startled, Bulma froze for a second. Then she melted. It had been so long since she was held by strong arms. She felt warm and comforted. She didn't want this to end.
"Miss Bulma, Yajir.um." They sprang apart as Piccolo came in and stopped. "I'm sorry, Miss Bulma, but there is a problem." He looked at Vegeta with a frown.
Vegeta glared at him. Bulma was blushing, prettily. "Um.. I'll be right there, Piccolo, thank you." She took a few minutes to calm herself.
"I'm sorry for breaking down like that. I'm not usually like this." With a quick nod she left.
Vegeta snorted. Then he smiled, thinking of how she felt against him. She was soft and supple. And those kissable lips. He smirked as he left the saloon.
(Things are looking up in this town.)
Ok, what do you all think? Serious writers block here. K