Disclaimer: Yuh, I don't own any of it. Um, there was a little problem I guess, I originally had Goku on Vegita-sei, but then changed to Earth. I guess when I went back to fix it, I missed that one. So I fixed that. If you see any more Kakarotts' please tell me. Yeah, (you know who I'm talking to) STOP BLACKMAILING ME! NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE... YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BLACK MAIL ME FOR!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU ARE UNDER MY MERCY UNTILL NOVEMEBER WHEN YOU GET BACK! TAKE THAT! Ok, sorry to everyone else who might not understand. (Look at the reviews)
Last time
"You fell asleep in the shower and was dreaming, then you screamed. I came in here to see if that moron had gotten to you again woman, nothing more." Suddenly he put her down and walked out of her bathroom. Bulma stood on the tile floor. {So, it was just a dream.} She walked over to the shower and felt the water. It was ice cold, she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her body. She stepped into the room and saw the doors closing with a click. She pulled out underwear a pair of gray sweat pants and a large sweater. She dressed her self in a daze. {So that was a dream. Why did Vegita look so worried? Why had he come into my room? Was he trying to save me?} She put her sopping wet hair into a towel and left it there for a few minutes then took it off. She brushed her damp hair and left the room with wet hair clinging to her face. {What just happened? What was with that dream?} She shook her head walking down the stairs.
She went down stairs and got a drink of hot cocoa. She then walked back up stairs.
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{Stupid onna. What the hell was he thinking? Does that fucker know nothing?} Vegita threw a few quick punches and then threw a few ki bolts. {Damn her, damn him. Fuck them all.} He stopped and felt the air swirling around his sweaty body. (No gravity machine yet) {What the hell? What am I thinking? I want them out of my mind! This is only the first week! What is going to happen during the rest of the years? Fuck.} He huffed and walked inside.
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"NO shit B? He actually did that?" An angered voice said roughly over the phone.
"Yes he did. But the odd thing is Vegita saved me an-" Bulma paused for a minute listening to the door open then close. "Hey, I'll call you all later." Bulma took out the headless phone system and placed it on the table. She slowly walked out of her room and quietly down the stairs. She stepped carefully into the kitchen to see Vegita rummaging through the refrigerator. He was mumbling in his language, which almost sounded like German, and Japanese combined.
"V-Vegita?" The silver refrigerator door slammed closed revealing a cross-looking Vegita with food stuffed in his mouth. "Um, I want t-to t-thank you." She mumbled. Vegita swallowed his food and scowled at her.
"You're welcome woman, but remember that I saved you because that weakling is a moron and rape is a crime punishable by death on my planet." Vegita opened the refrigerator to continue looking for more food.
Bulma just looked impassively at the door. {I knew to expect that, but, why does it hurt?} She swallowed a hard lump down her throat and nodded her head as she walked back the way she came to her room. She flopped down on her bed in defeat. She picked up her phone and pressed redial.
"'Ello?" Said a voice.
"Hey, it's B."
"B! NO really? I just saw your number on my phone and thought my brother was calling." Said the sarcastic receiver.
"Oh shove it 18. I was wondering if you would like to go to the mall. Please? I'm bored and want to get out of the house. I'll call Chi too if she's not busy."
"Sure! I'd love to go! I just called Chi actually, she can't go. So when do you want to meet?" There was silence for a few minutes.
"Lets meet by Toni & Guy by the east entrance. I'd like to do something. 'Kay?"
"Riiight. I don't know what you want to do, but that's ok. What time?"
"Ah, an hour."
"'Ight, see ya then." Said 18.
"Bye." She hung up the phone and placed it on the nightstand. Bulma got off of her bed and walked in front of her mirror that was attached to the wall. The mirror reached from the floor to the ceiling. She took her long hair and pulled it behind her head. She then let some of her hair go below her ears while holding the rest still behind her head. She sighed and walked over to the magazine hamper by her bed. (You've seen them right? They're like a fabric put across two bars and they like sink... ok, sry, that was bad) She pulled out several magazines and began looking through them every now and them ripping out a picture. When she though she had enough she threw them back into the hamper and placed the pictures in her purse.
She walked over to her windows. She pulled the curtain back to see it Vegita was there. She didn't see any telltale signs of him, she unlocked the doors and walked on her balcony to the closest lounge chair. She reclined on the cushions staring at the city her father and she helped revolutionize. She was sitting there just staring at the city and the retreating sun when the snapping of bushes and the loud talking of the other three Saiyan men snapped her out of her trance. She sighed and continued watching the sun. Her phone ringing once again snapped her out of it. She got off the chair reluctantly and walked slowly over to the phone.
"Hello?"
"B? WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU." 18 demanded. Bulma looked at the alarm clock on her stand. She was a full hour late. "I KNOW BEING FASHIONABLY LATE IT OK SOMETIMES, BUT THIS IS REDICULOUS!" 18 yelled into the phone.
"Shit, sorry 18. I completely forgot. I kinda started thinking and got lost. So much has happened today."
18's tone softened. "Hey if it's to hard for you, then I'll come over. I understand that a lot has happened in the past... day."
Bulma smiled. "No, it's ok. I still want to do something at the mall."
18 snorted. "Yeah, uh huh. You're not here in half an hour and I leave."
"Hey, fine. I'll try."
"Not try. Do it." The phone clicked signaling 18 had hung up.
"Ouch, testy." She ran to her closet and slid the door open. She tossed her phone on the bed and pulled out a pair of short shorts from her draws and a white shirt off a hanger. She put on her Puma shoes and almost dashed out of her room. She reached the doorknob and jogged back to her bed to get her phone and purse. A breeze wafted in the room reminding her to get warmer clothes. She grabbed her gray sweater and pulled it over her head. She ran down stairs only to be approached by four hungry Saiyans.
"Where is the other woman?" Asked Vegita. Bulma thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders. She tried walking away only to be stopped by Burdock's hand.
"Please we are hungry." Bulma thought for a moment.
"Do you think you might be able to wait like an hour or something for food?" They looked at each other for a minute then nodded. "Good." She walked over to the phone and dialed a number. "Hello? Yes I'd like delivery. Capsule Corp. Um,... thirteen pizzas. Five cheese, four pepperoni, two sausage, eh, and two pineapple with ham. Yes, one hundred and thirty? Oh wait, could you give me five orders of hot Buffalo wings? Uh huh, and six liters of soda. Oh, um, two Cokes, two Dr. Peppers (Rules!), Pepsi, and Sunkist orange soda. Yup, that's it. One sixty? Ok, yeah you could say it's a party." She gave the guy her credit card number and hung up. She turned to four confused Saiyans.
"How is that thing going to get us our food?" Asked Nappa. Radditz smacked him upside the head.
"Er, please explain Bulma." Said Radditz.
"I ordered pizza. It's really good. You'll like it. Oh can you please save me some of the Buffalo wings? I love them." She fished in her purse. She pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. "Please give this to the pizza man and tell him to keep it all." She placed it in Burdocks hand. He held it up to the light.
"What is it?"
"Currency. Paper currency. We also have metal currency, I'll show you that later. I have to leave." She walked to the door and opened it and walked back to the men. "Ok, I'm going to the mall, if you need anything, call me. Come I'll show you how to use the phone real quick." She took Burdock by the arm and guided him to the cordless phone. She picked it up and placed it in his hand. "OK, to turn it on, you press this button." She pointed to the talk/off button. "TO actually talk to someone you press these numbers here. You only press the buttons a total of ten times." She took the phone from him. "See? I'm going to call my cell." She pressed the talk/on button and started pressing numbers. "Once you're done pressing the tenth number, you don't need to do anything but let the phone ring." If on cue her phone started going off. "You try it. She went over to the drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper and pencil. She jotted down a number and handed it to Burdock. "This is my cell, you can reach me here. Try it once yourself."
Burdock took the phone from Bulma, pressed the Talk/on and hesitantly typed in the ten numbers. He held the phone up to his ear mimicking Bulma. Bulma's purse started ringing. She pulled it out and pressed talk. "Very good." Burdock stared at Bulma. She hung up and took the phone from Burdock. "TO hang up, you press off. As simple as that!" She placed the phone on the hook. "I gotta dash now, see you later!" She jogged out the door. They heard the roar of the engine a few minutes later. They four men stood in the kitchen all looking a little lost.
"Now what?" Nappa grunted. Silence followed.
"We could call her again. She if she has any ideas." Silence once again. "Fine I'm calling her."
"No, don't bother the woman. Let her be." Muttered Vegita. "We should go spar instead." Vegita stalked out of the kitchen. They looked at each other and shrugged. Burdock put the phone back and followed him outside.
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"Uh, Bulma, you sure about this? I mean what if you don't like it?" Said an uneasy 18.
"Jeez, I could always make a potion or something. Don't have a cow."
"But this has to be irrational. When ever you do something like this, you regret it later." Said 18 shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"Stop it 18. I want to do this." Bulma walked into the Tony and Guy's Hair Solon. "Hi, I'm here for my appointment."
"Name please?" Said a petite blonde with far too many different colored streaks in her hair.
"Bulma Briefs." The receptionist looked at her list dragging her manicured nails over the list.
"Your appointment was over an hour ago." The receptionist said with an attitude. She popped her gum in Bulma's face.
"Get your manager please." The receptionist gave her an evil look.
"Excuse me?" The Blonde gave her another weird look. Suddenly her hazel eyes were no longer met by sapphire blue eyes, but by ice blue eyes.
"Bitch, get your manager. You do realize that this is THE Bulma Briefs? The one that probably helped you get your job by creating the hoi poi capsules, that helped take the economy out of its recession?" 18 sneered at her. The blonde thought for a moment then turned on her heals very quickly to the room labeled STAFF ONLY. It was only a matter of moments before the manager came rushing out with the blonde on his heels.
"Bulma, Bulma. What an honor. How is you father doing? And what about your lovely mother? And why hasn't she come in to get her hair cut lately? Does she want to grow it out?" Said a slightly bi man about 5" 9' with a slight bulge in the middle from drinking too many margaritas.
"They are both doing fine. I don't know why mom hasn't come in at all. That's kinda odd for her. I'm not sure, I'll ask her when I get home." Bulma said taking the man in for a hug.
"Well what are we doing to your hair today? The usual trim?" He held most of Bulma's long, thick blue hair in his hands. "I'd say a few inches. We might need to layer it again also."
"No, no, Peter. I want it really short. Like, maybe a bob, or... yeah something like that." Peter stared at her.
"Really? I don't believe you've ever wanted your hair short! This is a surprise!" He took Bulma's hand and led her to the back. 18 glanced back quickly to see the flushed but pissed receptionist. The blonde stuck her tongue out and 18 replied with her middle finger, the blonde gasped.
So you want something that curves around your ear? Or under your chin? Or higher than the ear?" Said the man while wrapping a towel around Bulma's neck making her relax in the barber chair as he began to wash her hair in the sink.
"Well, I want something I can pull into a pony tail. So I can keep it out of my way when I'm working." Bulma said with a faint smile on her lips. The massage like sensation she got from the water and the expert finger running through her hair with a careful caressing motion (Hey this guys gay! Cool it!). Bulma almost fell asleep but was jolted awake by being squirted with cold water in the face.
"Bulma you have t' stay awake! I don't want to mess up on your hair! I hope I didn't mess up your make-up though." The man giggled.
"No, no Peter it's quite alright. I've just been stressed."
"It's a guy." He said with a certainty. Bulma's eyes went wide.
"Wha- what?" Bulma got out of the chair and let Peter lead her to his station.
"Bulma, I know these thing! It's ok! So who's the lucky boy? Bulma I need the gossip!" He took the towel and started carefully drying her hair. He began to use a wide tooth comb to get out the knots.
"Oh, well, uh, it's nothing really." She saw Peter rolling his eyes in the mirror.
"Yes dear, believe whatever you tell yourself. I don't believe you though. So what DOES he look like? Tall dark and handsome? Please don't tell me that it's another Yamcha! I don't like him." Peter took out scissors from the drawer. "You have such long hair. Lets donate it!"
"Donate it? You can donate hair? I didn't know you could do that."
"Yes, yes you can. It's called Locks of Love! They make wigs for cancer children who have lost their hair. Would you like to do that?"
"Is my hair long enough?"
"Yes, it's long enough."
"OK, yeah, you can cut it." Peter took the hair dryer and started drying hair and combing it. After that was done he braided her hair with meticulous precision. Once it was done being braided, he started snipping off the hair and the base of her head. Once he was done with that, he handed it to Bulma. She had her eyes squeezed shut. Bulma began to finger her hair. She peeked through one eye and looked at the blue hair in the perfect braid in her hands. "How do you feel? Don't go into shock on me now!" Be put a hand on Bulma's shoulder.
"No, I feel fine, so much hair though, I feel so light headed." She ran her through her shoulder length hair (Bulma had REALLY long hair). "It's so weird."
"B, it's weird, its not you. Oh my gawd, it's so weird." Bulma gave her an evil look.
"Your enthusiasm blows my mind 18!" Said Bulma sarcastically. "Now you're making me feel bad." Bulma suddenly got a far away look in her eyes.
"B! I was kidding!"
"It's ok 18, it is a little weird. I feel so light headed." Bulma still ran her hands through her hair.
"Is that how long you want your hair? Or shorter? I can make it shorter." Said Pete taking the scissors in hand.
"No, actually this is just fine, I actually like it. Shoulder length is good. It just need to be... I don't know, it looks good, I don't want to mess it up."
"I could create some high lights in... purple... or light blue,... or dark, how about we skip the high lights? Your hair might be a little hard to do." Pete grimaced at the mirror.
"No, this is fine. As long as I can still some how put it up out of the way."
"That shouldn't be a problem." He began to comb Bulma's hair making sure there is no more knots, he pulled out his hair dryer and began to dry Bulma's damp hair. "You're done dear. Or is there any thing else you would like done to it?"
"No, Pete that is fine, how much do I owe you?" Bulma began to dig in her purse.
"Oh, I couldn't imagine making you pay for cutting your hair! It was so fun!"
"Huh? No! I must pay you! How does seventy- five sound? Or more than that?" Bulma began to take out her check book.
"No, sixty is fine if you insist." Pete reluctantly took the check from Bulma. "I do hope you come back if you have any problems." Bulma hugged Pete and gave him a kiss on each cheek.
"I will, don't worry." Bulma and 18 walked out of the solon.
"Damn, I thought we would never leave! No, I don't need to be paid! But you'll pay me anyway!" 18 held up her left hand and used it as a puppet for Pete. "Exactly! I'm going to pay you because I know that you are persuading me to pay you anyway!" 18 used her right hand as a puppet for Bulma. "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah-blah, blah." Bulma smacked the puppet hands.
"Stop it. You're so annoying. I wonder if everything is ok back at home."
"Why do you say that?" 18 peered out of her eye lashes.
"I left Vegita and all them at home... alone."
"STUPID!" Yelled 18. "Why did you do that? Crap, your house isn't going to be there when you get home."
"Uh... maybe I should go home." Bulma said nervously.
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"What is this stuff called again?"
"Pitha I fink." Said Nappa with a mouth full of food.
"And these little things are Buffalo wings, I never knew buffalos had wings." Radditz began to scrutinize the wing. Vegita rolled his eyes.
"I don't think they are actual buffalos dumb shit. I think its chicken, they just named it that and put spicy sauce on it." He took about five and popped them in his mouth. He began to chew then he spit out the bone a few minutes later. Burdock the liter of Coke and downed it in a few gulps. He belched loudly, almost loud enough to shatter a few windows. Nappa and Radditz began to laugh hard, Radditz spit up a bone then began to choke in which case made Nappa laugh harder. Burdock was appalled by the disgusting display and cracked a huge grin, he also began to laugh, and he hit Radditz on the back to make him spit up his food. Vegita stared at them with an amused look, and crossed his arms across his chest. "You are all dumb shits. Grow up."
Burdock just waved his hand in Vegita's face and handed him the other liter of Coke. Vegita took the challenge and downed the whole thing in five seconds. He slammed the empty plastic bottle and belched louder than Burdock, actually breaking the windows in the kitchen. Vegita smirked while Nappa, Radditz, and Burdock were struggling for breath because they were laughing to hard. Vegita took three slices of pizza and crammed them in his mouth and began to chew. Radditz took the liter of Sunkist orange soda and drank that just as quickly as Burdock did. He belched knocking the remaining shards of glass from the window onto the floor with a shatter. While they were having such fun, they missed the sound of an engine turning off and a door opening.
Nappa took the liter of Dr. Pepper and drank that in a few gulps. He belched in Bulma's direction just as she began to walk into the kitchen. When the blast of Dr. Pepper, pizza, and chicken wings hit her, she became immobile and everything became quiet. Nappa looked at his hostesses horrified face and began to laugh. Burdock and Radditz eventually joined in and Vegita just smirked (ok, I lost count). Bulma came out of state of shock and grinned then also began to laugh. She took and extra chair and pulled it up to the table. She sat down and began to reach for a slice of pizza when it disappeared from the box.
"What the hell?" Bulma looked up and saw the missing pizza in Vegita's hands. "Can I have that slice of pizza please?" Bulma said to Vegita.
Vegita took the slice of pizza to his face slowly, tantalizing Bulma with the cheesy food. Bulma jumped up from her chair and tried to grab the slice from Vegita. Vegita crammed this slice of pizza in his mouth like the others. He chewed very slowly to make Bulma mad, he swallowed and gave a satisfying burp when he was finished with the pizza. Bulma stared at him. "No, no I believe you cannot have it."
"Pig," Bulma muttered. She reached for another slice of pizza, this piece disappeared as well. "Dammit! I want some pizza!" She turned to Vegita who had the new slice in his hand.
"What are you going to do about it?" Bulma threw herself on Vegita and tried to rip the slice from his hands. Vegita held the slice over his head. Bulma tried to grab for it, she only succeeded in sticking her chest in Vegita's face who was trying not to look down her shirt. Vegita faltered when one of Bulma's breasts lightly slid across his nose, it was enough to left Bulma grab the pizza. She grabbed it and went back to her seat. She immediately began to eat it and finished thirty seconds later. Vegita's blush lasted for a split second then vanished.
"HA! I got the pizza from you! Nah, nah!" Bulma stuck her tongue at Vegita.
"Next time woman, you will not get the pizza. Your bitching is something I don't want to listen to right now." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Uh- huh." Bulma looked at the empty boxes of pizza. "Damn, where did it all go? I didn't think you could eat all of that! You even ate all of the wings!" The Saiyans nodded their head, and left. "Oh, I see how it goes, leave me to clean it up." Bulma got up and piled the boxes on top of each other. She carried them out to the recycling, and came back to the kitchen. She began to take the empty bottles to the recycling but stepped on glass. She looked down, then at the windows. "OH HELL NO!" Bulma yelled.
Oh, evil men. Ok, I updated. I was once again black mailed. I took me like a few months to type this. I became lazy! Leave me alone! If I do that again... you can threaten me. My email should be up there. I need pushing. Well about the hair thingy, I cut my hair and donated it to locks of love. I cut off a whole foot, but I didn't have as much hair as Bulma left. So my hair is ear short. Its all cool tho. To find out about locks of love go here, www.locksoflove.org. Its all cool. I updated, I am happy.
Last time
"You fell asleep in the shower and was dreaming, then you screamed. I came in here to see if that moron had gotten to you again woman, nothing more." Suddenly he put her down and walked out of her bathroom. Bulma stood on the tile floor. {So, it was just a dream.} She walked over to the shower and felt the water. It was ice cold, she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her body. She stepped into the room and saw the doors closing with a click. She pulled out underwear a pair of gray sweat pants and a large sweater. She dressed her self in a daze. {So that was a dream. Why did Vegita look so worried? Why had he come into my room? Was he trying to save me?} She put her sopping wet hair into a towel and left it there for a few minutes then took it off. She brushed her damp hair and left the room with wet hair clinging to her face. {What just happened? What was with that dream?} She shook her head walking down the stairs.
She went down stairs and got a drink of hot cocoa. She then walked back up stairs.
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{Stupid onna. What the hell was he thinking? Does that fucker know nothing?} Vegita threw a few quick punches and then threw a few ki bolts. {Damn her, damn him. Fuck them all.} He stopped and felt the air swirling around his sweaty body. (No gravity machine yet) {What the hell? What am I thinking? I want them out of my mind! This is only the first week! What is going to happen during the rest of the years? Fuck.} He huffed and walked inside.
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"NO shit B? He actually did that?" An angered voice said roughly over the phone.
"Yes he did. But the odd thing is Vegita saved me an-" Bulma paused for a minute listening to the door open then close. "Hey, I'll call you all later." Bulma took out the headless phone system and placed it on the table. She slowly walked out of her room and quietly down the stairs. She stepped carefully into the kitchen to see Vegita rummaging through the refrigerator. He was mumbling in his language, which almost sounded like German, and Japanese combined.
"V-Vegita?" The silver refrigerator door slammed closed revealing a cross-looking Vegita with food stuffed in his mouth. "Um, I want t-to t-thank you." She mumbled. Vegita swallowed his food and scowled at her.
"You're welcome woman, but remember that I saved you because that weakling is a moron and rape is a crime punishable by death on my planet." Vegita opened the refrigerator to continue looking for more food.
Bulma just looked impassively at the door. {I knew to expect that, but, why does it hurt?} She swallowed a hard lump down her throat and nodded her head as she walked back the way she came to her room. She flopped down on her bed in defeat. She picked up her phone and pressed redial.
"'Ello?" Said a voice.
"Hey, it's B."
"B! NO really? I just saw your number on my phone and thought my brother was calling." Said the sarcastic receiver.
"Oh shove it 18. I was wondering if you would like to go to the mall. Please? I'm bored and want to get out of the house. I'll call Chi too if she's not busy."
"Sure! I'd love to go! I just called Chi actually, she can't go. So when do you want to meet?" There was silence for a few minutes.
"Lets meet by Toni & Guy by the east entrance. I'd like to do something. 'Kay?"
"Riiight. I don't know what you want to do, but that's ok. What time?"
"Ah, an hour."
"'Ight, see ya then." Said 18.
"Bye." She hung up the phone and placed it on the nightstand. Bulma got off of her bed and walked in front of her mirror that was attached to the wall. The mirror reached from the floor to the ceiling. She took her long hair and pulled it behind her head. She then let some of her hair go below her ears while holding the rest still behind her head. She sighed and walked over to the magazine hamper by her bed. (You've seen them right? They're like a fabric put across two bars and they like sink... ok, sry, that was bad) She pulled out several magazines and began looking through them every now and them ripping out a picture. When she though she had enough she threw them back into the hamper and placed the pictures in her purse.
She walked over to her windows. She pulled the curtain back to see it Vegita was there. She didn't see any telltale signs of him, she unlocked the doors and walked on her balcony to the closest lounge chair. She reclined on the cushions staring at the city her father and she helped revolutionize. She was sitting there just staring at the city and the retreating sun when the snapping of bushes and the loud talking of the other three Saiyan men snapped her out of her trance. She sighed and continued watching the sun. Her phone ringing once again snapped her out of it. She got off the chair reluctantly and walked slowly over to the phone.
"Hello?"
"B? WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU." 18 demanded. Bulma looked at the alarm clock on her stand. She was a full hour late. "I KNOW BEING FASHIONABLY LATE IT OK SOMETIMES, BUT THIS IS REDICULOUS!" 18 yelled into the phone.
"Shit, sorry 18. I completely forgot. I kinda started thinking and got lost. So much has happened today."
18's tone softened. "Hey if it's to hard for you, then I'll come over. I understand that a lot has happened in the past... day."
Bulma smiled. "No, it's ok. I still want to do something at the mall."
18 snorted. "Yeah, uh huh. You're not here in half an hour and I leave."
"Hey, fine. I'll try."
"Not try. Do it." The phone clicked signaling 18 had hung up.
"Ouch, testy." She ran to her closet and slid the door open. She tossed her phone on the bed and pulled out a pair of short shorts from her draws and a white shirt off a hanger. She put on her Puma shoes and almost dashed out of her room. She reached the doorknob and jogged back to her bed to get her phone and purse. A breeze wafted in the room reminding her to get warmer clothes. She grabbed her gray sweater and pulled it over her head. She ran down stairs only to be approached by four hungry Saiyans.
"Where is the other woman?" Asked Vegita. Bulma thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders. She tried walking away only to be stopped by Burdock's hand.
"Please we are hungry." Bulma thought for a moment.
"Do you think you might be able to wait like an hour or something for food?" They looked at each other for a minute then nodded. "Good." She walked over to the phone and dialed a number. "Hello? Yes I'd like delivery. Capsule Corp. Um,... thirteen pizzas. Five cheese, four pepperoni, two sausage, eh, and two pineapple with ham. Yes, one hundred and thirty? Oh wait, could you give me five orders of hot Buffalo wings? Uh huh, and six liters of soda. Oh, um, two Cokes, two Dr. Peppers (Rules!), Pepsi, and Sunkist orange soda. Yup, that's it. One sixty? Ok, yeah you could say it's a party." She gave the guy her credit card number and hung up. She turned to four confused Saiyans.
"How is that thing going to get us our food?" Asked Nappa. Radditz smacked him upside the head.
"Er, please explain Bulma." Said Radditz.
"I ordered pizza. It's really good. You'll like it. Oh can you please save me some of the Buffalo wings? I love them." She fished in her purse. She pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. "Please give this to the pizza man and tell him to keep it all." She placed it in Burdocks hand. He held it up to the light.
"What is it?"
"Currency. Paper currency. We also have metal currency, I'll show you that later. I have to leave." She walked to the door and opened it and walked back to the men. "Ok, I'm going to the mall, if you need anything, call me. Come I'll show you how to use the phone real quick." She took Burdock by the arm and guided him to the cordless phone. She picked it up and placed it in his hand. "OK, to turn it on, you press this button." She pointed to the talk/off button. "TO actually talk to someone you press these numbers here. You only press the buttons a total of ten times." She took the phone from him. "See? I'm going to call my cell." She pressed the talk/on button and started pressing numbers. "Once you're done pressing the tenth number, you don't need to do anything but let the phone ring." If on cue her phone started going off. "You try it. She went over to the drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper and pencil. She jotted down a number and handed it to Burdock. "This is my cell, you can reach me here. Try it once yourself."
Burdock took the phone from Bulma, pressed the Talk/on and hesitantly typed in the ten numbers. He held the phone up to his ear mimicking Bulma. Bulma's purse started ringing. She pulled it out and pressed talk. "Very good." Burdock stared at Bulma. She hung up and took the phone from Burdock. "TO hang up, you press off. As simple as that!" She placed the phone on the hook. "I gotta dash now, see you later!" She jogged out the door. They heard the roar of the engine a few minutes later. They four men stood in the kitchen all looking a little lost.
"Now what?" Nappa grunted. Silence followed.
"We could call her again. She if she has any ideas." Silence once again. "Fine I'm calling her."
"No, don't bother the woman. Let her be." Muttered Vegita. "We should go spar instead." Vegita stalked out of the kitchen. They looked at each other and shrugged. Burdock put the phone back and followed him outside.
THE MALL!!!!!!*/*/*/*/*/*/*
"Uh, Bulma, you sure about this? I mean what if you don't like it?" Said an uneasy 18.
"Jeez, I could always make a potion or something. Don't have a cow."
"But this has to be irrational. When ever you do something like this, you regret it later." Said 18 shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"Stop it 18. I want to do this." Bulma walked into the Tony and Guy's Hair Solon. "Hi, I'm here for my appointment."
"Name please?" Said a petite blonde with far too many different colored streaks in her hair.
"Bulma Briefs." The receptionist looked at her list dragging her manicured nails over the list.
"Your appointment was over an hour ago." The receptionist said with an attitude. She popped her gum in Bulma's face.
"Get your manager please." The receptionist gave her an evil look.
"Excuse me?" The Blonde gave her another weird look. Suddenly her hazel eyes were no longer met by sapphire blue eyes, but by ice blue eyes.
"Bitch, get your manager. You do realize that this is THE Bulma Briefs? The one that probably helped you get your job by creating the hoi poi capsules, that helped take the economy out of its recession?" 18 sneered at her. The blonde thought for a moment then turned on her heals very quickly to the room labeled STAFF ONLY. It was only a matter of moments before the manager came rushing out with the blonde on his heels.
"Bulma, Bulma. What an honor. How is you father doing? And what about your lovely mother? And why hasn't she come in to get her hair cut lately? Does she want to grow it out?" Said a slightly bi man about 5" 9' with a slight bulge in the middle from drinking too many margaritas.
"They are both doing fine. I don't know why mom hasn't come in at all. That's kinda odd for her. I'm not sure, I'll ask her when I get home." Bulma said taking the man in for a hug.
"Well what are we doing to your hair today? The usual trim?" He held most of Bulma's long, thick blue hair in his hands. "I'd say a few inches. We might need to layer it again also."
"No, no, Peter. I want it really short. Like, maybe a bob, or... yeah something like that." Peter stared at her.
"Really? I don't believe you've ever wanted your hair short! This is a surprise!" He took Bulma's hand and led her to the back. 18 glanced back quickly to see the flushed but pissed receptionist. The blonde stuck her tongue out and 18 replied with her middle finger, the blonde gasped.
So you want something that curves around your ear? Or under your chin? Or higher than the ear?" Said the man while wrapping a towel around Bulma's neck making her relax in the barber chair as he began to wash her hair in the sink.
"Well, I want something I can pull into a pony tail. So I can keep it out of my way when I'm working." Bulma said with a faint smile on her lips. The massage like sensation she got from the water and the expert finger running through her hair with a careful caressing motion (Hey this guys gay! Cool it!). Bulma almost fell asleep but was jolted awake by being squirted with cold water in the face.
"Bulma you have t' stay awake! I don't want to mess up on your hair! I hope I didn't mess up your make-up though." The man giggled.
"No, no Peter it's quite alright. I've just been stressed."
"It's a guy." He said with a certainty. Bulma's eyes went wide.
"Wha- what?" Bulma got out of the chair and let Peter lead her to his station.
"Bulma, I know these thing! It's ok! So who's the lucky boy? Bulma I need the gossip!" He took the towel and started carefully drying her hair. He began to use a wide tooth comb to get out the knots.
"Oh, well, uh, it's nothing really." She saw Peter rolling his eyes in the mirror.
"Yes dear, believe whatever you tell yourself. I don't believe you though. So what DOES he look like? Tall dark and handsome? Please don't tell me that it's another Yamcha! I don't like him." Peter took out scissors from the drawer. "You have such long hair. Lets donate it!"
"Donate it? You can donate hair? I didn't know you could do that."
"Yes, yes you can. It's called Locks of Love! They make wigs for cancer children who have lost their hair. Would you like to do that?"
"Is my hair long enough?"
"Yes, it's long enough."
"OK, yeah, you can cut it." Peter took the hair dryer and started drying hair and combing it. After that was done he braided her hair with meticulous precision. Once it was done being braided, he started snipping off the hair and the base of her head. Once he was done with that, he handed it to Bulma. She had her eyes squeezed shut. Bulma began to finger her hair. She peeked through one eye and looked at the blue hair in the perfect braid in her hands. "How do you feel? Don't go into shock on me now!" Be put a hand on Bulma's shoulder.
"No, I feel fine, so much hair though, I feel so light headed." She ran her through her shoulder length hair (Bulma had REALLY long hair). "It's so weird."
"B, it's weird, its not you. Oh my gawd, it's so weird." Bulma gave her an evil look.
"Your enthusiasm blows my mind 18!" Said Bulma sarcastically. "Now you're making me feel bad." Bulma suddenly got a far away look in her eyes.
"B! I was kidding!"
"It's ok 18, it is a little weird. I feel so light headed." Bulma still ran her hands through her hair.
"Is that how long you want your hair? Or shorter? I can make it shorter." Said Pete taking the scissors in hand.
"No, actually this is just fine, I actually like it. Shoulder length is good. It just need to be... I don't know, it looks good, I don't want to mess it up."
"I could create some high lights in... purple... or light blue,... or dark, how about we skip the high lights? Your hair might be a little hard to do." Pete grimaced at the mirror.
"No, this is fine. As long as I can still some how put it up out of the way."
"That shouldn't be a problem." He began to comb Bulma's hair making sure there is no more knots, he pulled out his hair dryer and began to dry Bulma's damp hair. "You're done dear. Or is there any thing else you would like done to it?"
"No, Pete that is fine, how much do I owe you?" Bulma began to dig in her purse.
"Oh, I couldn't imagine making you pay for cutting your hair! It was so fun!"
"Huh? No! I must pay you! How does seventy- five sound? Or more than that?" Bulma began to take out her check book.
"No, sixty is fine if you insist." Pete reluctantly took the check from Bulma. "I do hope you come back if you have any problems." Bulma hugged Pete and gave him a kiss on each cheek.
"I will, don't worry." Bulma and 18 walked out of the solon.
"Damn, I thought we would never leave! No, I don't need to be paid! But you'll pay me anyway!" 18 held up her left hand and used it as a puppet for Pete. "Exactly! I'm going to pay you because I know that you are persuading me to pay you anyway!" 18 used her right hand as a puppet for Bulma. "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah-blah, blah." Bulma smacked the puppet hands.
"Stop it. You're so annoying. I wonder if everything is ok back at home."
"Why do you say that?" 18 peered out of her eye lashes.
"I left Vegita and all them at home... alone."
"STUPID!" Yelled 18. "Why did you do that? Crap, your house isn't going to be there when you get home."
"Uh... maybe I should go home." Bulma said nervously.
BULMA'S HOUSE!!!! /*/*/*/*/*/*/*
"What is this stuff called again?"
"Pitha I fink." Said Nappa with a mouth full of food.
"And these little things are Buffalo wings, I never knew buffalos had wings." Radditz began to scrutinize the wing. Vegita rolled his eyes.
"I don't think they are actual buffalos dumb shit. I think its chicken, they just named it that and put spicy sauce on it." He took about five and popped them in his mouth. He began to chew then he spit out the bone a few minutes later. Burdock the liter of Coke and downed it in a few gulps. He belched loudly, almost loud enough to shatter a few windows. Nappa and Radditz began to laugh hard, Radditz spit up a bone then began to choke in which case made Nappa laugh harder. Burdock was appalled by the disgusting display and cracked a huge grin, he also began to laugh, and he hit Radditz on the back to make him spit up his food. Vegita stared at them with an amused look, and crossed his arms across his chest. "You are all dumb shits. Grow up."
Burdock just waved his hand in Vegita's face and handed him the other liter of Coke. Vegita took the challenge and downed the whole thing in five seconds. He slammed the empty plastic bottle and belched louder than Burdock, actually breaking the windows in the kitchen. Vegita smirked while Nappa, Radditz, and Burdock were struggling for breath because they were laughing to hard. Vegita took three slices of pizza and crammed them in his mouth and began to chew. Radditz took the liter of Sunkist orange soda and drank that just as quickly as Burdock did. He belched knocking the remaining shards of glass from the window onto the floor with a shatter. While they were having such fun, they missed the sound of an engine turning off and a door opening.
Nappa took the liter of Dr. Pepper and drank that in a few gulps. He belched in Bulma's direction just as she began to walk into the kitchen. When the blast of Dr. Pepper, pizza, and chicken wings hit her, she became immobile and everything became quiet. Nappa looked at his hostesses horrified face and began to laugh. Burdock and Radditz eventually joined in and Vegita just smirked (ok, I lost count). Bulma came out of state of shock and grinned then also began to laugh. She took and extra chair and pulled it up to the table. She sat down and began to reach for a slice of pizza when it disappeared from the box.
"What the hell?" Bulma looked up and saw the missing pizza in Vegita's hands. "Can I have that slice of pizza please?" Bulma said to Vegita.
Vegita took the slice of pizza to his face slowly, tantalizing Bulma with the cheesy food. Bulma jumped up from her chair and tried to grab the slice from Vegita. Vegita crammed this slice of pizza in his mouth like the others. He chewed very slowly to make Bulma mad, he swallowed and gave a satisfying burp when he was finished with the pizza. Bulma stared at him. "No, no I believe you cannot have it."
"Pig," Bulma muttered. She reached for another slice of pizza, this piece disappeared as well. "Dammit! I want some pizza!" She turned to Vegita who had the new slice in his hand.
"What are you going to do about it?" Bulma threw herself on Vegita and tried to rip the slice from his hands. Vegita held the slice over his head. Bulma tried to grab for it, she only succeeded in sticking her chest in Vegita's face who was trying not to look down her shirt. Vegita faltered when one of Bulma's breasts lightly slid across his nose, it was enough to left Bulma grab the pizza. She grabbed it and went back to her seat. She immediately began to eat it and finished thirty seconds later. Vegita's blush lasted for a split second then vanished.
"HA! I got the pizza from you! Nah, nah!" Bulma stuck her tongue at Vegita.
"Next time woman, you will not get the pizza. Your bitching is something I don't want to listen to right now." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Uh- huh." Bulma looked at the empty boxes of pizza. "Damn, where did it all go? I didn't think you could eat all of that! You even ate all of the wings!" The Saiyans nodded their head, and left. "Oh, I see how it goes, leave me to clean it up." Bulma got up and piled the boxes on top of each other. She carried them out to the recycling, and came back to the kitchen. She began to take the empty bottles to the recycling but stepped on glass. She looked down, then at the windows. "OH HELL NO!" Bulma yelled.
Oh, evil men. Ok, I updated. I was once again black mailed. I took me like a few months to type this. I became lazy! Leave me alone! If I do that again... you can threaten me. My email should be up there. I need pushing. Well about the hair thingy, I cut my hair and donated it to locks of love. I cut off a whole foot, but I didn't have as much hair as Bulma left. So my hair is ear short. Its all cool tho. To find out about locks of love go here, www.locksoflove.org. Its all cool. I updated, I am happy.