A/N: Eek! I never thought that I would ever get a series of chapters out,
but I'm doing it! GO ME! Hee Hee! I went and saw X-Men 2 a few Fridays
ago, and I loved it! Though, it could've ended a lil better. Oh well, it
was still good.
Ok, back to my fic. Ya know how I said this was going to be a bit angsty? Well, it'll have a bit of angst in it, but not too much. That'll come in later chapters. This chapter is probably going to be another long one, so grab a pillow and sit in a comfortable chair!
Disclaimer: **sigh** I don't own DBZ, nor do I own X-Men 2. **breaks out into sob**
Chapter Five: 4. You Never Give Up
Vegeta cleared the table, deciding to be half way decent to the Onna, though his mind clearly protested. His dream, nightmare, whatever, from the night before resurfaced, giving him a slight headache. Was this a premonition? Did his future self go through this? Was the child in the vision his, or someone else's? Ugh, what a way to live. All this over a dream? Better to move on with life.
He slumped down on the couch in the large living room of the Brief's mansion, something he considered "un-Princely" to do. At the moment, he didn't care. For some odd reason, he was feeling guilty (yet again) for snapping at Bulma. He hadn't meant to, he just hated the fact that she was asking him all these questions, and rambling on about absolutely nothing. Now she was out there, doing Kami-knows what, probably very...angry...and on anger/hate/death mode.
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Bulma held the tissue to the corner of her right eye, dabbing away at false tears. "Poor Wolverine!" she sighed, earning a few glares from other movie- goers. She glared back, Vegeta Style, causing the irritated to return to the movie. Hey, she couldn't help it if her favorite character was having nightmares!
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Click. "That's right folks! The Presto-Matic can be yours for-" Click. "But Johnny! I don't understand! I thought you loved me-" Click. "...tomorrow's forecast shows light rain for mid-morning, and thunderstorms for afternoon and evening hours." Click. "I love you, you love me-" Click. Vegeta's eye twitched. That gay, purple beast reminded him, frighteningly enough, of Frieza. He shuddered, turning it to the movie channel section. He was watching, but not paying attention, his mind being else where.
Obviously, the nightmare was a product of some unknown fea- no, not fear. He was just worried...worried that he might not be able to protect the Onna, especially if he wasn't a Super Saiya-jin. What was the secret, the...password, for ascending? Was he totally missing something? And if he couldn't ascend in time, would he not be able to protect Bulma as he had promised? It was all very frustrating.
He could contact Kakarot...what a sickening thought. But at the moment, he was desperate. And as the saying goes "desperate times call for desperate actions".
"Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this?" he muttered, reaching for the phone.
Vegeta had seen Bulma do it hundreds of times. She picked up the receiver, pressed "talk", dialed some random numbers and began talking. He had also noticed that each person had a different number. A sad concept. Whatever happened to just talking through bonds? Ah well, might as well get used to the thing. He picked up the phone book (having seen the Doctor use it), and looked under the white pages for "Son". The poor Prince was soon faced with one hundred different people under "Son", none with the first name "Kakarot".
~/What was it that they called him? Tofu...Frufu...Goku...ah, that's it. Goku./~
"Son Goku...Mt. Paozu /// 555-6734."
The phone rang three times before being answered by a disgustingly sweet voice.
"Moshi Moshi!"
"Put Kakarot on."
"V-Vegeta? Sorry, Goku can't come on now. He's sparring with Gohan."
"Well get him on then, Harpy Onna!"
"Alright! Don't go bossing me around, Mr. High-and-Mighty!" A minute passed, Goku picking up the phone.
"Hey Vegeta. What's up?"
"I can't go Super, that's what's up."
Goku chuckled, annoying Vegeta to no end. "Oh, so that's it. Don't sweat it Vegeta. It'll come on it's own. Give it time!"
"Eight months of training with the Gravity Machine, and the greater part of my life spent training has been ample amount of time! How did you ascend? You didn't even know you were Saiya-jin till two years ago!"
"I dunno, 'Geta. It sorta just...happened. Frieza killed Krillin for no good reason, and seeing that made me...well..."
"Ticked?"
"Yeah. I'm not saying that anger is a good thing, but maybe the fact that I was fighting for someone I grew up with helped. Krillin was, and still is, my best friend. Mess with him and you mess with me."
Vegeta stared at the rug, absorbing this lesson in life. No one that was that close to him was still alive. One would think that with all that has happened to him, he would've ascended long ago.
"Oh Vegeta? Last night...was everything ok over there?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I felt this really big influx of ki coming from over there, as if someone had powered up...or even gone Super! I've been meaning to get a hold of ya and ask."
"Everything is fine Kakarot." His ears picked up the sound of keys jingling in the lock. "The Onna is back..."
"Uh, Chi is telling me that I need to go get Gohan from Piccolo. I'll talk to ya later Veg." He hung up the phone, Vegeta doing the same.
Bulma walked in, five tissues bunched up in her hand, sniffling and slurping on a coke. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow, watching her. "What?" she huffed, glaring at him as best she could.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Jean died! One of the best women-X-Men in the whole series died!!"
Vegeta blinked, then blinked again. ~/Jean? Who's Jean?/~ He shook his head. Why complicate things more? "I love that movie," the blue-eyed woman sighed, sitting next to him on the couch. "So, what have you been doin' while I was gone?"
"Nothing really. I didn't feel like training." Bulma gasped. She reached out and touched his forehead, earning a small chuckle from him. "Don't worry," he grabbed her hand, holding it in both of his. "I'm in my right mind."
"Ah. You must've been thinking then." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Whatcha been thinking bout?"
Vegeta wanted to pull away the moment her hair even hit his shoulder, but decided against it. A quiet Onna was the best Onna. He didn't feel like putting up with her squawking tonight. He looked down at her small hand. Though his hands weren't overly large, hers looked so fragile in his own.
"The future."
"Hmm?" Bulma had already given up on getting an answer.
"I've been thinking about the future. My training, the Androids...some future, huh?" He tried to look at her face.
Bulma smiled up at him. "Yeah," she sat up and faced him. "I've often wondered what it would've been like if the Androids had never been built, if we could've just lived here, on Earth, without that worry."
"I wouldn't have stayed here. I would've returned to space."
"And go where? Not back to Frieza."
"Anywhere, I suppose."
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her chin on his shoulder, squeezing in between him and the back of the couch. "I can't imagine you not being here, Vegeta." She cracked a smirk. "Life would've been dull without your mug around."
Vegeta also smirked, leaning back. He heard Bulma wheeze and struggle. "You're just saying that," he replied in an oh-so-innocent tone. "Come on...I don't wanna die this way!" He stopped and her flailing arms rested on his body, this time wrapping around his abdomen. "Admit it V-chan, you like having me around too!"
"I'll admit that you do add to my training in the psychological department." Bulma whacked him in the back of the head. "OW! Onna..." he growled.
She dived out from behind him, standing off to the side, hands on hips in a taunting fashion. "What are ya gonna do about it, Veggie?" Another growl escaped from the Saiya-jin's throat, a feral grin crawling onto his face. Faster than the human eye can see, he wrestled Bulma to the ground and began his attack. Tickle time!
"AH HAHAHAHA! VEGETA! NO FAIR! HAHAHAHA!!!" the human kicked, laughing till her face turned red and tears streamed down her cheeks. Vegeta laughed along with her, enjoying every minute of it. He finally slowed down, then stopped, flopping onto his back while both recovered. His eyes snapped over to Bulma as he saw her get up on her knees, an evil smirk gracing her face. "Onna, what are you-"
He abruptly stopped when her fingers went to each side of his rib cage, moving in a tickling fashion. The Prince soon found it hard to keep the laughing in, and burst right out, causing Bulma to find other targets on his body. "WO-WOMAN! HAAHAHAHAHA!!!" His face soon tinted into a cherry colored tone, tears began to stream down his face. Bulma stopped, laughing and rolling on the ground.
"You're ticklish!" she laughed, pointing at him. Vegeta grinned, deciding not to attack her again. "So are you," he replied, coolly. Bulma rested her head on his stomach, happy that they had "made-up", friends again. She could feel his stomach rise and fall in a pattern that soon matched her own. It was times like these that she wished would never end.
"Why?" she heard him ask after a few minutes of silence.
"Why what?"
"Why don't you ever give up on me, Onna?"
"Cuz you're my friend, silly! Besides, like I told you on the beach, there's more to ya than meets the eye. I know you're not a cold-hearted bakayaro...but you're like the rest of us. You feel things, though you may not understand it all. But they taught you to not have any feelings, right?"
"Yeah," he muttered, closing his eyes and folding his arms under his head.
"You think of me as you're friend, don't ya?"
"Onna, I don't know what to think of you...other than you're some crazy female, helping me get to my goal." He looked down at her and offered a small smile. "Thanks."
Bulma smiled back. "What are friends for?" Both of them soon settled back, letting sleep claim their bodies.
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By the time Bulma woke up, it was 7 AM...time to fix breakfast for Vegeta...and she was lying on the couch, wrapped up in one of her favorite blankets. Sliding and stretching off the couch, she noticed one very peculiar thing.
She wasn't the only person in the room.
Normally, she would've started to scream her head off, but most people (humans anyway) didn't have naturally spiked hair. The person in question had an arm and a leg dangling lazily off the couch, with the blanket pulled up to their forehead. Bulma snickered. What a Kodak moment this would've been!
**BING!**
Ah ha! Yes...perfect blackmail photo. She quietly tiptoed to the hall closet, constantly looking over her shoulder at the still-sleeping figure on the couch. After digging for the blasted camera, it finally hit her in the head...literally! Bulma caught it with the greatest of ease, letting a silent sigh escape her lips. Another round of tiptoeing, and she was beside her prey, setting the camera. =ACK! What about the flash? That's bound to wake him up!= She could only hope for one thing...that he would at least give her a ten second start before he killed her.
=Steady hands Bulma, that's the key. Take picture, high tail your big butt outta here, and pray to God that Veg-head doesn't notice...= The blue- haired woman took a few deep breaths, set the camera, yanked the blanket off of Vegeta's face, and took the picture. She did a Matrix as she jumped over the couch, hiding behind it. Peeking over the top of it, she felt her stomach grow anxious.
He hadn't waken up yet! All nervousness went out the window as she looked at the little screen on her digital camera. OH! This picture was priceless indeed. She hadn't time to notice, but a tiny drop of drool was hanging precariously from the corner of the Prince's mouth. Even his mouth was slightly open! Ha HA! =Wait till Chi sees this!!! **lol**=
A shadow loomed over her crouched figure. **gulp!** Dare she look? Could it be? Her cerulean eyes looked up into the face of the shadow. Oh boy...
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, eerily calm.
"Eh, heh," she hid the camera behind her back. "Nothing-"
"Don't lie to me woman. What is that behind your back?"
"It's nothing, really! Just wanting to go take some shots of nature...heh heh..." she gulped again, now standing, the camera digging into her back between herself and the couch. Vegeta reached behind her with his right arm, making her move the camera off to her right side. He then reached with his left, now leaving her no choice...but, there was still hope!
Vegeta's eyebrows drew together in a puzzled fashion. Where was that...thing? ~/She dropped it on the couch...smart.../~ He tried to look behind her, but found that he was not able to. Bulma had locked her mouth over his, stopping him from seeing whatever it was that she was hiding.
"Mmf?" she squeaked, realizing that she was in a sticky situation. Vegeta pulled away slowly, his mind jumbled up again. Confusion was clearly written on his face. Bulma felt childish, having done that. What was he thinking of her now?
Vegeta felt delighted and depressed. Was that combination possible? Another kiss, this time from the Onna. But was it because she wanted to, or because she was hiding that certain item? He frowned. She couldn't be that heartless...could she?
"Vegeta...I- I just took a pic of you sleeping on the couch." She smiled. "You looked really cu-" Vegeta placed his hand over her mouth. "Don't say that word." She pulled his hand away.
"Alright, alright! You looked like you were enjoying your sleep. Happy?"
"Somewhat."
"What do you want me to do? Kiss ya?"
The Prince smirked. "That would make me feel better." Bulma's smirk matched his own. "I thought so." They kissed again, enjoying every second of it. But Bulma pulled away first...she had to breathe...give her a break...
"Phew...gosh V-chan! You like to dominate everything, don't you?"
"Of course. It's in my blood. Now, go make me breakfast before I decide to start nibbling on you." Bulma giggled, pulling out of his embrace.
They walked into the kitchen, the sun shinning brightly through the window. Bulma pulled out various foods, cooking different things at once. The phone rang, pulling her attention away. Vegeta's eyes followed her.
"Moshi Moshi!"
"Hey B, it's Chi Chi!"
"Oh, hey Chi! What's up?"
"Well, I was talking with Goku, and we came up with this wonderful idea. Why don't we have a party, kinda like a 'if I don't see you for the next two years, good luck with training' type."
"That sounds awesome! When should we have it?"
"Hmm...today is Tuesday, right?"
"Right."
"How bout Friday?"
"Ooo, sorry, not Friday. I've got this huge business meeting, and I'll have to fly to Central to go to it. Mom and Dad will be back this Thursday, so they'll take care of things around here."
"What about Saturday?"
"Great! I should be back by Friday evening...and everyone will be able to come."
"Just one thing..."
"What?"
"Should I invite Yamcha?"
Bulma frowned. She jumped a bit when she felt Vegeta tap her on the shoulder. He pointed towards the stove, and Bulma scurried over, not wanting the food to burn.
"It's you're call Chi Chi. Your party, you make the decision."
"Alright. Oh, and can we have it at Capsule Corp.?"
"Sure!"
"We'll bring food over Friday, and I'll be there early Saturday so we can start cooking. With three Saiyans, I doubt we'll be able to keep up. Speaking of Saiyans, I hear my boys crying for their breakfast. Talk to ya later B."
"Bye." Bulma set the receiver on the hook, then walked to the stove to dish up Vegeta's breakfast. "There's gonna be a party here on Saturday."
"What for?"
"It's kinda like a final goodbye, everyone is going off to train, so Chi is having a lil get together. Exciting, ne?"
"I'm ecstatic," he replied, stuffing a fork-full of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
Bulma grinned. =Be sarcastic all you want, bud. But you are gonna help out with this party whether you like it or not!=
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A/N: Another chapter down...a billion more to go! At least it seems that way. Hope y'all enjoyed that chapter, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!
Special thanx to my reviewers!!!:
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Anonymous: Err...yeah, I know Bulma is Japanese. But ya see, in my lil world, the Earthlings say "Saiyan", and Vegeta pronounces it "Saiya-jin". It's just for the stories sake......
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Again, thanxz to all who reviewed!
Watch out for my next Chapter: 5. You Know Wild Hearts CAN Be Broken :::: Bulma goes on the business trip from hell, while Vegeta is cooped up in the house with two crazy old people! What's a guy to do? The party begins, and soon, Bulma and Veggie might not be the best kept secret!!!
Until next time.......
Ja Ne!
~*Pearl*~
Ok, back to my fic. Ya know how I said this was going to be a bit angsty? Well, it'll have a bit of angst in it, but not too much. That'll come in later chapters. This chapter is probably going to be another long one, so grab a pillow and sit in a comfortable chair!
Disclaimer: **sigh** I don't own DBZ, nor do I own X-Men 2. **breaks out into sob**
Chapter Five: 4. You Never Give Up
Vegeta cleared the table, deciding to be half way decent to the Onna, though his mind clearly protested. His dream, nightmare, whatever, from the night before resurfaced, giving him a slight headache. Was this a premonition? Did his future self go through this? Was the child in the vision his, or someone else's? Ugh, what a way to live. All this over a dream? Better to move on with life.
He slumped down on the couch in the large living room of the Brief's mansion, something he considered "un-Princely" to do. At the moment, he didn't care. For some odd reason, he was feeling guilty (yet again) for snapping at Bulma. He hadn't meant to, he just hated the fact that she was asking him all these questions, and rambling on about absolutely nothing. Now she was out there, doing Kami-knows what, probably very...angry...and on anger/hate/death mode.
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Bulma held the tissue to the corner of her right eye, dabbing away at false tears. "Poor Wolverine!" she sighed, earning a few glares from other movie- goers. She glared back, Vegeta Style, causing the irritated to return to the movie. Hey, she couldn't help it if her favorite character was having nightmares!
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Click. "That's right folks! The Presto-Matic can be yours for-" Click. "But Johnny! I don't understand! I thought you loved me-" Click. "...tomorrow's forecast shows light rain for mid-morning, and thunderstorms for afternoon and evening hours." Click. "I love you, you love me-" Click. Vegeta's eye twitched. That gay, purple beast reminded him, frighteningly enough, of Frieza. He shuddered, turning it to the movie channel section. He was watching, but not paying attention, his mind being else where.
Obviously, the nightmare was a product of some unknown fea- no, not fear. He was just worried...worried that he might not be able to protect the Onna, especially if he wasn't a Super Saiya-jin. What was the secret, the...password, for ascending? Was he totally missing something? And if he couldn't ascend in time, would he not be able to protect Bulma as he had promised? It was all very frustrating.
He could contact Kakarot...what a sickening thought. But at the moment, he was desperate. And as the saying goes "desperate times call for desperate actions".
"Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this?" he muttered, reaching for the phone.
Vegeta had seen Bulma do it hundreds of times. She picked up the receiver, pressed "talk", dialed some random numbers and began talking. He had also noticed that each person had a different number. A sad concept. Whatever happened to just talking through bonds? Ah well, might as well get used to the thing. He picked up the phone book (having seen the Doctor use it), and looked under the white pages for "Son". The poor Prince was soon faced with one hundred different people under "Son", none with the first name "Kakarot".
~/What was it that they called him? Tofu...Frufu...Goku...ah, that's it. Goku./~
"Son Goku...Mt. Paozu /// 555-6734."
The phone rang three times before being answered by a disgustingly sweet voice.
"Moshi Moshi!"
"Put Kakarot on."
"V-Vegeta? Sorry, Goku can't come on now. He's sparring with Gohan."
"Well get him on then, Harpy Onna!"
"Alright! Don't go bossing me around, Mr. High-and-Mighty!" A minute passed, Goku picking up the phone.
"Hey Vegeta. What's up?"
"I can't go Super, that's what's up."
Goku chuckled, annoying Vegeta to no end. "Oh, so that's it. Don't sweat it Vegeta. It'll come on it's own. Give it time!"
"Eight months of training with the Gravity Machine, and the greater part of my life spent training has been ample amount of time! How did you ascend? You didn't even know you were Saiya-jin till two years ago!"
"I dunno, 'Geta. It sorta just...happened. Frieza killed Krillin for no good reason, and seeing that made me...well..."
"Ticked?"
"Yeah. I'm not saying that anger is a good thing, but maybe the fact that I was fighting for someone I grew up with helped. Krillin was, and still is, my best friend. Mess with him and you mess with me."
Vegeta stared at the rug, absorbing this lesson in life. No one that was that close to him was still alive. One would think that with all that has happened to him, he would've ascended long ago.
"Oh Vegeta? Last night...was everything ok over there?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I felt this really big influx of ki coming from over there, as if someone had powered up...or even gone Super! I've been meaning to get a hold of ya and ask."
"Everything is fine Kakarot." His ears picked up the sound of keys jingling in the lock. "The Onna is back..."
"Uh, Chi is telling me that I need to go get Gohan from Piccolo. I'll talk to ya later Veg." He hung up the phone, Vegeta doing the same.
Bulma walked in, five tissues bunched up in her hand, sniffling and slurping on a coke. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow, watching her. "What?" she huffed, glaring at him as best she could.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Jean died! One of the best women-X-Men in the whole series died!!"
Vegeta blinked, then blinked again. ~/Jean? Who's Jean?/~ He shook his head. Why complicate things more? "I love that movie," the blue-eyed woman sighed, sitting next to him on the couch. "So, what have you been doin' while I was gone?"
"Nothing really. I didn't feel like training." Bulma gasped. She reached out and touched his forehead, earning a small chuckle from him. "Don't worry," he grabbed her hand, holding it in both of his. "I'm in my right mind."
"Ah. You must've been thinking then." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Whatcha been thinking bout?"
Vegeta wanted to pull away the moment her hair even hit his shoulder, but decided against it. A quiet Onna was the best Onna. He didn't feel like putting up with her squawking tonight. He looked down at her small hand. Though his hands weren't overly large, hers looked so fragile in his own.
"The future."
"Hmm?" Bulma had already given up on getting an answer.
"I've been thinking about the future. My training, the Androids...some future, huh?" He tried to look at her face.
Bulma smiled up at him. "Yeah," she sat up and faced him. "I've often wondered what it would've been like if the Androids had never been built, if we could've just lived here, on Earth, without that worry."
"I wouldn't have stayed here. I would've returned to space."
"And go where? Not back to Frieza."
"Anywhere, I suppose."
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her chin on his shoulder, squeezing in between him and the back of the couch. "I can't imagine you not being here, Vegeta." She cracked a smirk. "Life would've been dull without your mug around."
Vegeta also smirked, leaning back. He heard Bulma wheeze and struggle. "You're just saying that," he replied in an oh-so-innocent tone. "Come on...I don't wanna die this way!" He stopped and her flailing arms rested on his body, this time wrapping around his abdomen. "Admit it V-chan, you like having me around too!"
"I'll admit that you do add to my training in the psychological department." Bulma whacked him in the back of the head. "OW! Onna..." he growled.
She dived out from behind him, standing off to the side, hands on hips in a taunting fashion. "What are ya gonna do about it, Veggie?" Another growl escaped from the Saiya-jin's throat, a feral grin crawling onto his face. Faster than the human eye can see, he wrestled Bulma to the ground and began his attack. Tickle time!
"AH HAHAHAHA! VEGETA! NO FAIR! HAHAHAHA!!!" the human kicked, laughing till her face turned red and tears streamed down her cheeks. Vegeta laughed along with her, enjoying every minute of it. He finally slowed down, then stopped, flopping onto his back while both recovered. His eyes snapped over to Bulma as he saw her get up on her knees, an evil smirk gracing her face. "Onna, what are you-"
He abruptly stopped when her fingers went to each side of his rib cage, moving in a tickling fashion. The Prince soon found it hard to keep the laughing in, and burst right out, causing Bulma to find other targets on his body. "WO-WOMAN! HAAHAHAHAHA!!!" His face soon tinted into a cherry colored tone, tears began to stream down his face. Bulma stopped, laughing and rolling on the ground.
"You're ticklish!" she laughed, pointing at him. Vegeta grinned, deciding not to attack her again. "So are you," he replied, coolly. Bulma rested her head on his stomach, happy that they had "made-up", friends again. She could feel his stomach rise and fall in a pattern that soon matched her own. It was times like these that she wished would never end.
"Why?" she heard him ask after a few minutes of silence.
"Why what?"
"Why don't you ever give up on me, Onna?"
"Cuz you're my friend, silly! Besides, like I told you on the beach, there's more to ya than meets the eye. I know you're not a cold-hearted bakayaro...but you're like the rest of us. You feel things, though you may not understand it all. But they taught you to not have any feelings, right?"
"Yeah," he muttered, closing his eyes and folding his arms under his head.
"You think of me as you're friend, don't ya?"
"Onna, I don't know what to think of you...other than you're some crazy female, helping me get to my goal." He looked down at her and offered a small smile. "Thanks."
Bulma smiled back. "What are friends for?" Both of them soon settled back, letting sleep claim their bodies.
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By the time Bulma woke up, it was 7 AM...time to fix breakfast for Vegeta...and she was lying on the couch, wrapped up in one of her favorite blankets. Sliding and stretching off the couch, she noticed one very peculiar thing.
She wasn't the only person in the room.
Normally, she would've started to scream her head off, but most people (humans anyway) didn't have naturally spiked hair. The person in question had an arm and a leg dangling lazily off the couch, with the blanket pulled up to their forehead. Bulma snickered. What a Kodak moment this would've been!
**BING!**
Ah ha! Yes...perfect blackmail photo. She quietly tiptoed to the hall closet, constantly looking over her shoulder at the still-sleeping figure on the couch. After digging for the blasted camera, it finally hit her in the head...literally! Bulma caught it with the greatest of ease, letting a silent sigh escape her lips. Another round of tiptoeing, and she was beside her prey, setting the camera. =ACK! What about the flash? That's bound to wake him up!= She could only hope for one thing...that he would at least give her a ten second start before he killed her.
=Steady hands Bulma, that's the key. Take picture, high tail your big butt outta here, and pray to God that Veg-head doesn't notice...= The blue- haired woman took a few deep breaths, set the camera, yanked the blanket off of Vegeta's face, and took the picture. She did a Matrix as she jumped over the couch, hiding behind it. Peeking over the top of it, she felt her stomach grow anxious.
He hadn't waken up yet! All nervousness went out the window as she looked at the little screen on her digital camera. OH! This picture was priceless indeed. She hadn't time to notice, but a tiny drop of drool was hanging precariously from the corner of the Prince's mouth. Even his mouth was slightly open! Ha HA! =Wait till Chi sees this!!! **lol**=
A shadow loomed over her crouched figure. **gulp!** Dare she look? Could it be? Her cerulean eyes looked up into the face of the shadow. Oh boy...
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, eerily calm.
"Eh, heh," she hid the camera behind her back. "Nothing-"
"Don't lie to me woman. What is that behind your back?"
"It's nothing, really! Just wanting to go take some shots of nature...heh heh..." she gulped again, now standing, the camera digging into her back between herself and the couch. Vegeta reached behind her with his right arm, making her move the camera off to her right side. He then reached with his left, now leaving her no choice...but, there was still hope!
Vegeta's eyebrows drew together in a puzzled fashion. Where was that...thing? ~/She dropped it on the couch...smart.../~ He tried to look behind her, but found that he was not able to. Bulma had locked her mouth over his, stopping him from seeing whatever it was that she was hiding.
"Mmf?" she squeaked, realizing that she was in a sticky situation. Vegeta pulled away slowly, his mind jumbled up again. Confusion was clearly written on his face. Bulma felt childish, having done that. What was he thinking of her now?
Vegeta felt delighted and depressed. Was that combination possible? Another kiss, this time from the Onna. But was it because she wanted to, or because she was hiding that certain item? He frowned. She couldn't be that heartless...could she?
"Vegeta...I- I just took a pic of you sleeping on the couch." She smiled. "You looked really cu-" Vegeta placed his hand over her mouth. "Don't say that word." She pulled his hand away.
"Alright, alright! You looked like you were enjoying your sleep. Happy?"
"Somewhat."
"What do you want me to do? Kiss ya?"
The Prince smirked. "That would make me feel better." Bulma's smirk matched his own. "I thought so." They kissed again, enjoying every second of it. But Bulma pulled away first...she had to breathe...give her a break...
"Phew...gosh V-chan! You like to dominate everything, don't you?"
"Of course. It's in my blood. Now, go make me breakfast before I decide to start nibbling on you." Bulma giggled, pulling out of his embrace.
They walked into the kitchen, the sun shinning brightly through the window. Bulma pulled out various foods, cooking different things at once. The phone rang, pulling her attention away. Vegeta's eyes followed her.
"Moshi Moshi!"
"Hey B, it's Chi Chi!"
"Oh, hey Chi! What's up?"
"Well, I was talking with Goku, and we came up with this wonderful idea. Why don't we have a party, kinda like a 'if I don't see you for the next two years, good luck with training' type."
"That sounds awesome! When should we have it?"
"Hmm...today is Tuesday, right?"
"Right."
"How bout Friday?"
"Ooo, sorry, not Friday. I've got this huge business meeting, and I'll have to fly to Central to go to it. Mom and Dad will be back this Thursday, so they'll take care of things around here."
"What about Saturday?"
"Great! I should be back by Friday evening...and everyone will be able to come."
"Just one thing..."
"What?"
"Should I invite Yamcha?"
Bulma frowned. She jumped a bit when she felt Vegeta tap her on the shoulder. He pointed towards the stove, and Bulma scurried over, not wanting the food to burn.
"It's you're call Chi Chi. Your party, you make the decision."
"Alright. Oh, and can we have it at Capsule Corp.?"
"Sure!"
"We'll bring food over Friday, and I'll be there early Saturday so we can start cooking. With three Saiyans, I doubt we'll be able to keep up. Speaking of Saiyans, I hear my boys crying for their breakfast. Talk to ya later B."
"Bye." Bulma set the receiver on the hook, then walked to the stove to dish up Vegeta's breakfast. "There's gonna be a party here on Saturday."
"What for?"
"It's kinda like a final goodbye, everyone is going off to train, so Chi is having a lil get together. Exciting, ne?"
"I'm ecstatic," he replied, stuffing a fork-full of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
Bulma grinned. =Be sarcastic all you want, bud. But you are gonna help out with this party whether you like it or not!=
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A/N: Another chapter down...a billion more to go! At least it seems that way. Hope y'all enjoyed that chapter, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!
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Anonymous: Err...yeah, I know Bulma is Japanese. But ya see, in my lil world, the Earthlings say "Saiyan", and Vegeta pronounces it "Saiya-jin". It's just for the stories sake......
Nishshongo Grohochari: I'm glad that you're interested and I hope that you keep reading my fic!!
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Watch out for my next Chapter: 5. You Know Wild Hearts CAN Be Broken :::: Bulma goes on the business trip from hell, while Vegeta is cooped up in the house with two crazy old people! What's a guy to do? The party begins, and soon, Bulma and Veggie might not be the best kept secret!!!
Until next time.......
Ja Ne!
~*Pearl*~