A/N: I'm BAAAAAAAAAACK! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter
out....with school and all I've been a busy lil girl. Oh well, here's
chapter 2. Hope you enjoy and remember to review!
Quick note: = words = are Bulma's thoughts, and words are Vegeta's thoughts, seems how I don't know how to bold and italicize things for the ff.net format!
Disclaimer: See Chapter. 1
Chapter Two: 2. You're Always On My Mind pt. 1
"THAT'S IT! I SAID GET OUT!!!!!"
"But, Babe! You don't understand! She doesn't mean anything to me! I swear-"
"OUT, YAMCHA! I never want to see you again!"
Bulma fought back tears as she yelled at her boyfriend of many years. She had called his house to ask if he wanted to go to the beach, only to get an answer from a ditzy blond on the other end of the line. And Yamcha, trying to save his butt, ran over to Capsule Corp. with flowers and candy.
"Bulma, listen, this isn't what it appears to be. I can explain."
"I don't want you to explain. I've had enough of your cheating, Yamcha. So get out before I-"
"Let me explain! I-"
"I believe that the Onna told you to leave," a deep voice said from behind Bulma. The woman smirked knowing that she had all the backup she needed. She looked back to Yamcha, seeing his face slightly pale. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and shook his head. Reaching for the door, he gave one last glance to Bulma, then quietly shut the door behind him.
Bulma let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding. The last semblance of her younger years had walked out the door with the scar-faced warrior. She felt a tear travel down her cheek. = Did I make a mistake? Oh God, why does this always happen to me? = Another tear fell, but she quickly wiped it away. "A-Are you ready to go to the beach?" She didn't dare look back.
"I've been ready, woman. Let's just get this over with."
The blue-haired woman nodded and headed for the garage door, slinging a beach bag over her shoulder. She opened the back door, then the garage door, and watched as the sun bathed it's rays over her red Corvette. A small smile graced her lips as they both hopped into the car, backed out of the driveway, and sped off towards West City Beach.
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(((W.C.B.)))
The soft, sandy beach was hardly crowded. A few families decorated their own spots. Umbrellas shot out of the sand like makeshift trees, and happy children ran around, built sandcastles, or went into the crystal-clear water to swim. Bulma loved the weather: not too cold, not too hot. She set her bag down, pulling out a large blanket and spreading it out in her area. Plopping down on the blanketed sand, she dug through her bag, looking for her capsule box.
"Argh! Where's that stupid box?! Don't tell me I left it at home..." She let her sentence trail off as she realized that the certain blue box was hovering in front of her face. "Huh?" The accompanying chuckle soon dawned on her, and she put two and two together. "**sigh** Vegeta, give me the box, please." He handed to her and sat on the blanket, trying to pull his shirt over his head.
Bulma pulled out a capsule labeled "UMBRELLA", pressed the top down, and threw away from her, earning a "POOF!". An umbrella with tropical trees and the like stood up from the ground. "Perfect! I always knew I had good aim!"
"You keep telling yourself that." Vegeta said, lying across the bottom end of the blanket. His arms were crossed behind his head; his muscles seemed to almost bulge from his body. Bulma felt a slight blush come across her cheeks. =Gosh, I knew he had muscles...but brother does he have MUSCLES!= Her lingering stare caught the Prince's eye.
"Close your mouth Onna or else a fly might get lost in there." Her scowl/glare combination pushed him on. "See something you like?"
Bulma turned her nose up into the air. "HA! I was just wondering how anyone as ugly as you could live with yourself."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
Vegeta smirked at her. "Hmph, well, if I'm so ugly, what are you?"
"The most beautiful scientist in the world!"
You are at that. "HA HA HA! You're joking right? You can't be that beautiful...psht, you couldn't even keep that weakling baka interested in you. His mind was on something you couldn't..." He stopped when her scowl deepened, showing glassy eyes. He turned away from her, lying on his side. Ok, that was a bit on the harsh side, but she should've known he was only joking! It wasn't often that his insults were serious.
Indeed he was joking. Bulma was the most beautiful creature he had seen in his whole life. Even exotic planets that he had traveled to were nothing compared to her. UGH! Stop it! She's just the baka Onna who cooks, fixes the machine, washes your clothes, takes care of your wounds, cares about you...HUH?! Where'd THAT come from?!? Vegeta shook his head, hoping to rid it of those thought. More and more he found himself thinking about her during the weirdest times. This time being one of them. He attributed it to guilt. Yeah, I just don't feel right about taking it that far. That's all. No possible attraction. I'm a Saiya-jin Prince, she is a baka human female. End of story...I hope...
Music flooded his ears for the umpteenth time that day. Bulma and that blasted radio...I swear! He decided to sprawl out on his stomach, hoping to catch a slight nap. He nearly jumped ten feet into the air when something cold and creamy (?!) made contact with his skin.
"What do you think you're doing?!?!" He asked as he pulled away from Bulma.
"Goodness Vegeta, I was only putting sun-block on you so you won't get sun- burn!"
"First of all, I tan, not burn...second of all, I didn't ask you to put it on me. So get away!"
"**sigh** How do you think a tan happens? Consider this a massage. I'm sure your muscles would appreciate it." Vegeta scowled. He did have a few tense muscles. Oh well, what the heck. It's not like she would kill him...or could for that matter.
"Alright, alright. Just let me warm that up. It's cold," he growled.
"Big baby!" Bulma said, the corners of her mouth tugging up.
"Whatever," he muttered, grabbing her hand in both of his. He powered up slightly, watching as the lotion melted a bit. Bulma's eyes widened as big as saucers. With an "EEP!" she yanked her hand back and ran behind him, rubbing the lotion on his back.
Vegeta's confused look turned into one of anger as he glared at her from the corner of his eye. "You actually thought I was going to hurt you?"
"Well, you didn't give me any warning-"
"Baka Onna, I wouldn't hurt you-" he stopped short as he realized what he was saying. Ack...stupid human emotions! There must be something in their air.
"Huh? You wouldn't hurt me?"
"No..."
"Aww! Vegeta!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, still behind him. "You're like a big grizzly bear: mean on nearly every occasion, yet sweet and cuddly when you want to be."
Sweet? Cuddly? What the mess? He chuckled in spite of himself.
"Ya know, I could get used to this side of you," Bulma said, pulling back and applying more sun-block.
"Hmph...enjoy it while you can. This is the last you'll ever see of it."
"I refuse to believe that, Vegeta. This side will always be there, no matter how hard you try to hide it. I don't think you're much of a bastard, though some choose to disagree. But hey! It's a free country, and I say that you're ok...in my book." She crawled around and sat in front of him, squeezing more of the lotion into her palm.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yup. Hey, are you gonna warm this up too?" Vegeta shook his head, but felt his eyes grow wide as the frighteningly cold lotion touched his skin.
"IYEEE YIYEEEE!" He fell backwards, causing Bulma to pitch forward after losing him as her balance. "VEGETA!" She shrieked, feeling her shirt cling to her skin as the entire tube emptied itself between them. Being nose-to- nose, Vegeta could feel her short, angry breaths coming out in huffs from her nose, and her heart racing against his chest. Had he scared her that much?
He sweat-dropped as she pushed herself away from him, hair standing up in places and a vein nearly popping out of her forehead. Vegeta also sat up, holding the back of his head. He felt it bump against a rock, and it smarted something awful. Clenched teeth were shown as he brought his hand in front of his face. Just as he thought: a tiny trickle of blood ran down his hand, wrist, then arm, and made a tiny blotch on the sand.
Bulma's eyes widened. "Are you ok?" He looked up at her and scowled. "I'm fine," he growled, reaching for his head again. Bulma grabbed his arm and tried to pull her towards him. "Lemme see."
"Let go!"
"Stop acting childish and come here so I can see!" He complied, moving closer to her. Both still sitting on the sand, she had him bend his head down to get a better look. She moved his hair away and saw a tiny cut, slowly healing, yet faster than any human's.
"Wow. Saiyans sure do heal quickly!"
"Of course we do," his muffled voice replied. The Prince sat up and looked at Bulma. "And it's Saiya-jin, not Saiyan."
"That's what I said!"
"It was not. Say it again."
"Saiyan."
"No, no, no. Sai..." he made a motion, telling her to repeat.
"Sai..."
"...ya.."
"...ya..."
"...jin."
"...jin." Bulma frowned. She didn't really see what the big deal was.
"Saiya-jin." Vegeta repeated, slowly, but not in syllables.
"Saiya-jin." Bulma mimicked.
"Much better. If you are to even mention my people, it's best that you say it correctly."
"You Saiyans are weird."
"WOMAN! SAIYA-JIN! Sai..." Bulma repeated it. "...ya..." again, but each were moving towards each other. "...jin..." noses were nearly touching. "...Saiya-jin," they said at the same time, noses touching. Bulma didn't move any further. =It's his move now. =
Vegeta was having yet another mental debate. Ack, he hated debates, though he was proficient at it. To kiss or not to kiss, that is the question. If he put it technically, in Saiya-jin terms, he was already kissing her. Different as it may sound, Saiya-jins kissed by either touching their noses, something only those "going out" (in the Onna's terms) did, or mouth to mouth, which was reserved for "married" people. And yet, after having his mind polluted by the TV, he found that married or dating, humans still kissed on the lips. Strange, but true. So, why not try it?
He pressed in and found it very, very nice (^_^)....
=Oh WOW!= Bulma thought, deepening it even more. =Training isn't the only thing he's good at---= Her thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Both heads turned, cheeks still touching, and looked up at the shadowy figure.
"HI GUYS!" came the cheery voice. =Hey, I know that voice! It's---=
KAKAROT?! What is HE doing here? Vegeta felt his cheeks grow red-hot as the idiotic Saiya-jin grinned at them. He had long since pulled away from Bulma, nothing new. The flame-haired man could feel her nails digging into his forearm. He looked at her and saw her face as red as a cherry. If it were anyone else that had barged in, he would've laughed at her. But seems how this was Kakarot, first-class clown, with the biggest mouth this side of West City...need I go on?
"Go-Goku. Heh....what are you doing here?" Bulma asked, finally letting go of Vegeta.
"Well, Chi said that we deserved a break, and what not. She also said that she invited you, so I thought 'hey, why not see my old pal Bulma?'. So, here we are!" He gave the infamous Son Grin , making Vegeta cringe and want to puke. How can anyone be that happy and not in a mental institution??
"Well then, why don't you guys set up near us? We could spend some quality time together!" Bulma seemed to have composed herself, making Vegeta feel proud. The best way to let something go was not to dwell on it. Of course, he would have to talk to Kakarot later on about his...situation.
Goku nodded and went back to his family, gesturing towards Bulma and Vegeta. The next thing they knew, Chi Chi whacked Goku upside the head with the frying pan screeching that he "SHOULDN'T BARGE IN ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT! THEY WERE HAVING A MOMENT, SON GOKU!!". Piccolo, Gohan, and the rest of the Z-Senshi that were there sweat-dropped. Goku put his hand behind his head, said something that Bulma couldn't hear, and helped pick up their stuff.
***(10 minutes later)***
"GOKU! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE THOSE HOT DOGS ALONE!"
"But Chi, I'm hungry!"
"Go swim with Gohan then!"
Goku frowned and trudged off to the edge of the water. Vegeta found this to be the most opportune time to talk to his rival. He took a few steps, but stopped when he heard his name.
"What is it, woman?
"Where are you going?"
"To swim," he replied curtly. "That's what we came here for, right?"
"Well, yeah, but---" She never got to finish. Vegeta swiftly turned around and continued to walk to the ocean. =How rude!=
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Ah...another chapter done! Finally! Again, I apologize for the delay. Special Thanks to my first two reviewers! Y'all are soooooo nice. Hmm...time frame for the next chapter....I dunno, maybe by the end of this week. I have a research paper due Friday, so I may not get to post it till Saturday, depends. Anywho...watch for the next part of Chapter. 2: You're Always On My Mind pt. 2. Remember to Read and Review!
Ja Ne! Pearl Da Super Soccer Onna
Quick note: = words = are Bulma's thoughts, and words are Vegeta's thoughts, seems how I don't know how to bold and italicize things for the ff.net format!
Disclaimer: See Chapter. 1
Chapter Two: 2. You're Always On My Mind pt. 1
"THAT'S IT! I SAID GET OUT!!!!!"
"But, Babe! You don't understand! She doesn't mean anything to me! I swear-"
"OUT, YAMCHA! I never want to see you again!"
Bulma fought back tears as she yelled at her boyfriend of many years. She had called his house to ask if he wanted to go to the beach, only to get an answer from a ditzy blond on the other end of the line. And Yamcha, trying to save his butt, ran over to Capsule Corp. with flowers and candy.
"Bulma, listen, this isn't what it appears to be. I can explain."
"I don't want you to explain. I've had enough of your cheating, Yamcha. So get out before I-"
"Let me explain! I-"
"I believe that the Onna told you to leave," a deep voice said from behind Bulma. The woman smirked knowing that she had all the backup she needed. She looked back to Yamcha, seeing his face slightly pale. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and shook his head. Reaching for the door, he gave one last glance to Bulma, then quietly shut the door behind him.
Bulma let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding. The last semblance of her younger years had walked out the door with the scar-faced warrior. She felt a tear travel down her cheek. = Did I make a mistake? Oh God, why does this always happen to me? = Another tear fell, but she quickly wiped it away. "A-Are you ready to go to the beach?" She didn't dare look back.
"I've been ready, woman. Let's just get this over with."
The blue-haired woman nodded and headed for the garage door, slinging a beach bag over her shoulder. She opened the back door, then the garage door, and watched as the sun bathed it's rays over her red Corvette. A small smile graced her lips as they both hopped into the car, backed out of the driveway, and sped off towards West City Beach.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(((W.C.B.)))
The soft, sandy beach was hardly crowded. A few families decorated their own spots. Umbrellas shot out of the sand like makeshift trees, and happy children ran around, built sandcastles, or went into the crystal-clear water to swim. Bulma loved the weather: not too cold, not too hot. She set her bag down, pulling out a large blanket and spreading it out in her area. Plopping down on the blanketed sand, she dug through her bag, looking for her capsule box.
"Argh! Where's that stupid box?! Don't tell me I left it at home..." She let her sentence trail off as she realized that the certain blue box was hovering in front of her face. "Huh?" The accompanying chuckle soon dawned on her, and she put two and two together. "**sigh** Vegeta, give me the box, please." He handed to her and sat on the blanket, trying to pull his shirt over his head.
Bulma pulled out a capsule labeled "UMBRELLA", pressed the top down, and threw away from her, earning a "POOF!". An umbrella with tropical trees and the like stood up from the ground. "Perfect! I always knew I had good aim!"
"You keep telling yourself that." Vegeta said, lying across the bottom end of the blanket. His arms were crossed behind his head; his muscles seemed to almost bulge from his body. Bulma felt a slight blush come across her cheeks. =Gosh, I knew he had muscles...but brother does he have MUSCLES!= Her lingering stare caught the Prince's eye.
"Close your mouth Onna or else a fly might get lost in there." Her scowl/glare combination pushed him on. "See something you like?"
Bulma turned her nose up into the air. "HA! I was just wondering how anyone as ugly as you could live with yourself."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
Vegeta smirked at her. "Hmph, well, if I'm so ugly, what are you?"
"The most beautiful scientist in the world!"
You are at that. "HA HA HA! You're joking right? You can't be that beautiful...psht, you couldn't even keep that weakling baka interested in you. His mind was on something you couldn't..." He stopped when her scowl deepened, showing glassy eyes. He turned away from her, lying on his side. Ok, that was a bit on the harsh side, but she should've known he was only joking! It wasn't often that his insults were serious.
Indeed he was joking. Bulma was the most beautiful creature he had seen in his whole life. Even exotic planets that he had traveled to were nothing compared to her. UGH! Stop it! She's just the baka Onna who cooks, fixes the machine, washes your clothes, takes care of your wounds, cares about you...HUH?! Where'd THAT come from?!? Vegeta shook his head, hoping to rid it of those thought. More and more he found himself thinking about her during the weirdest times. This time being one of them. He attributed it to guilt. Yeah, I just don't feel right about taking it that far. That's all. No possible attraction. I'm a Saiya-jin Prince, she is a baka human female. End of story...I hope...
Music flooded his ears for the umpteenth time that day. Bulma and that blasted radio...I swear! He decided to sprawl out on his stomach, hoping to catch a slight nap. He nearly jumped ten feet into the air when something cold and creamy (?!) made contact with his skin.
"What do you think you're doing?!?!" He asked as he pulled away from Bulma.
"Goodness Vegeta, I was only putting sun-block on you so you won't get sun- burn!"
"First of all, I tan, not burn...second of all, I didn't ask you to put it on me. So get away!"
"**sigh** How do you think a tan happens? Consider this a massage. I'm sure your muscles would appreciate it." Vegeta scowled. He did have a few tense muscles. Oh well, what the heck. It's not like she would kill him...or could for that matter.
"Alright, alright. Just let me warm that up. It's cold," he growled.
"Big baby!" Bulma said, the corners of her mouth tugging up.
"Whatever," he muttered, grabbing her hand in both of his. He powered up slightly, watching as the lotion melted a bit. Bulma's eyes widened as big as saucers. With an "EEP!" she yanked her hand back and ran behind him, rubbing the lotion on his back.
Vegeta's confused look turned into one of anger as he glared at her from the corner of his eye. "You actually thought I was going to hurt you?"
"Well, you didn't give me any warning-"
"Baka Onna, I wouldn't hurt you-" he stopped short as he realized what he was saying. Ack...stupid human emotions! There must be something in their air.
"Huh? You wouldn't hurt me?"
"No..."
"Aww! Vegeta!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, still behind him. "You're like a big grizzly bear: mean on nearly every occasion, yet sweet and cuddly when you want to be."
Sweet? Cuddly? What the mess? He chuckled in spite of himself.
"Ya know, I could get used to this side of you," Bulma said, pulling back and applying more sun-block.
"Hmph...enjoy it while you can. This is the last you'll ever see of it."
"I refuse to believe that, Vegeta. This side will always be there, no matter how hard you try to hide it. I don't think you're much of a bastard, though some choose to disagree. But hey! It's a free country, and I say that you're ok...in my book." She crawled around and sat in front of him, squeezing more of the lotion into her palm.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yup. Hey, are you gonna warm this up too?" Vegeta shook his head, but felt his eyes grow wide as the frighteningly cold lotion touched his skin.
"IYEEE YIYEEEE!" He fell backwards, causing Bulma to pitch forward after losing him as her balance. "VEGETA!" She shrieked, feeling her shirt cling to her skin as the entire tube emptied itself between them. Being nose-to- nose, Vegeta could feel her short, angry breaths coming out in huffs from her nose, and her heart racing against his chest. Had he scared her that much?
He sweat-dropped as she pushed herself away from him, hair standing up in places and a vein nearly popping out of her forehead. Vegeta also sat up, holding the back of his head. He felt it bump against a rock, and it smarted something awful. Clenched teeth were shown as he brought his hand in front of his face. Just as he thought: a tiny trickle of blood ran down his hand, wrist, then arm, and made a tiny blotch on the sand.
Bulma's eyes widened. "Are you ok?" He looked up at her and scowled. "I'm fine," he growled, reaching for his head again. Bulma grabbed his arm and tried to pull her towards him. "Lemme see."
"Let go!"
"Stop acting childish and come here so I can see!" He complied, moving closer to her. Both still sitting on the sand, she had him bend his head down to get a better look. She moved his hair away and saw a tiny cut, slowly healing, yet faster than any human's.
"Wow. Saiyans sure do heal quickly!"
"Of course we do," his muffled voice replied. The Prince sat up and looked at Bulma. "And it's Saiya-jin, not Saiyan."
"That's what I said!"
"It was not. Say it again."
"Saiyan."
"No, no, no. Sai..." he made a motion, telling her to repeat.
"Sai..."
"...ya.."
"...ya..."
"...jin."
"...jin." Bulma frowned. She didn't really see what the big deal was.
"Saiya-jin." Vegeta repeated, slowly, but not in syllables.
"Saiya-jin." Bulma mimicked.
"Much better. If you are to even mention my people, it's best that you say it correctly."
"You Saiyans are weird."
"WOMAN! SAIYA-JIN! Sai..." Bulma repeated it. "...ya..." again, but each were moving towards each other. "...jin..." noses were nearly touching. "...Saiya-jin," they said at the same time, noses touching. Bulma didn't move any further. =It's his move now. =
Vegeta was having yet another mental debate. Ack, he hated debates, though he was proficient at it. To kiss or not to kiss, that is the question. If he put it technically, in Saiya-jin terms, he was already kissing her. Different as it may sound, Saiya-jins kissed by either touching their noses, something only those "going out" (in the Onna's terms) did, or mouth to mouth, which was reserved for "married" people. And yet, after having his mind polluted by the TV, he found that married or dating, humans still kissed on the lips. Strange, but true. So, why not try it?
He pressed in and found it very, very nice (^_^)....
=Oh WOW!= Bulma thought, deepening it even more. =Training isn't the only thing he's good at---= Her thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Both heads turned, cheeks still touching, and looked up at the shadowy figure.
"HI GUYS!" came the cheery voice. =Hey, I know that voice! It's---=
KAKAROT?! What is HE doing here? Vegeta felt his cheeks grow red-hot as the idiotic Saiya-jin grinned at them. He had long since pulled away from Bulma, nothing new. The flame-haired man could feel her nails digging into his forearm. He looked at her and saw her face as red as a cherry. If it were anyone else that had barged in, he would've laughed at her. But seems how this was Kakarot, first-class clown, with the biggest mouth this side of West City...need I go on?
"Go-Goku. Heh....what are you doing here?" Bulma asked, finally letting go of Vegeta.
"Well, Chi said that we deserved a break, and what not. She also said that she invited you, so I thought 'hey, why not see my old pal Bulma?'. So, here we are!" He gave the infamous Son Grin , making Vegeta cringe and want to puke. How can anyone be that happy and not in a mental institution??
"Well then, why don't you guys set up near us? We could spend some quality time together!" Bulma seemed to have composed herself, making Vegeta feel proud. The best way to let something go was not to dwell on it. Of course, he would have to talk to Kakarot later on about his...situation.
Goku nodded and went back to his family, gesturing towards Bulma and Vegeta. The next thing they knew, Chi Chi whacked Goku upside the head with the frying pan screeching that he "SHOULDN'T BARGE IN ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT! THEY WERE HAVING A MOMENT, SON GOKU!!". Piccolo, Gohan, and the rest of the Z-Senshi that were there sweat-dropped. Goku put his hand behind his head, said something that Bulma couldn't hear, and helped pick up their stuff.
***(10 minutes later)***
"GOKU! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE THOSE HOT DOGS ALONE!"
"But Chi, I'm hungry!"
"Go swim with Gohan then!"
Goku frowned and trudged off to the edge of the water. Vegeta found this to be the most opportune time to talk to his rival. He took a few steps, but stopped when he heard his name.
"What is it, woman?
"Where are you going?"
"To swim," he replied curtly. "That's what we came here for, right?"
"Well, yeah, but---" She never got to finish. Vegeta swiftly turned around and continued to walk to the ocean. =How rude!=
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Ah...another chapter done! Finally! Again, I apologize for the delay. Special Thanks to my first two reviewers! Y'all are soooooo nice. Hmm...time frame for the next chapter....I dunno, maybe by the end of this week. I have a research paper due Friday, so I may not get to post it till Saturday, depends. Anywho...watch for the next part of Chapter. 2: You're Always On My Mind pt. 2. Remember to Read and Review!
Ja Ne! Pearl Da Super Soccer Onna