A/N: This is mainly going to switch back and forth from Bulma's business
trip to Vegeta's never-ending torture! MUAHAHAHAHA! I hope you enjoy, and
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Heh heh heh...sowwy...I changed Veggie's thought symbols AGAIN: now they're "[~ words ~]", much easier to read.
Ch. 6: 5. You Know Wild Hearts CAN Be Broken
When he first walked in, he vaguely wondered what hellish fury had hit the room. Her normally neat and tidy living space was covered with clothes and suitcases. It was only a two day trip! He cautiously took a step, fearing that his foot may be eaten by some clothing monster, or that it would get caught in a booby trap. "Onna," he called, looking around the room.
"I'm right here 'Geta." She walked out of her enormous closet, blouses slung over her shoulders. "Your father says to hurry or you'll miss the plane. Though I can't see why you're taking that primitive transportation. I could just as easily fly you there." Vegeta heard her giggle.
"I know silly. But the corporate exec.'s like to make a big deal outta everything, and they're going to supposedly 'surprise' me with a huge reception at the airport." She rolled her eyes. "Believe me when I say---I DON'T WANNA GO!"
Vegeta's hands clamped over his ears. [~ Crazy Woman! Trying to make me deaf! ~] He shook his head, thinking of how stupid it was to have a "business" trip in the middle of the week. "Are all these bags necessary?"
"Of course! You wouldn't want me to look pathetic in the land of fashion would you?"
"Well, no-"
"East City is the clothing capitol of the world! All the latest fashion comes directly from there, and I'm tempted to buy out a whole store." Another giggle. "Wouldn't that be fun? A whole shopping spree!"
"Shopping? Is that all Earth women think about?"
"What did you expect? Fighting?"
"Naturally! You foolish Earthlings take that wonderful art for granted."
Bulma frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "I think you've been watching too much TV. Ah well, it doesn't matter now. Take these bags downstairs, would you?" She pointed to three packed suitcases, padlocked and bursting at the seams. Vegeta easily lifted them up, mumbling about "Onna's and luggage and clothes".
The blue-eyed scientist watched him walk down the stairs, then walked back to her room, deciding to clean up. =I'm sure gonna miss Veg-head while I'm gone. Too bad I can't take him with me, but he'd die from the lack of training. Ooh...I just hope he doesn't kill my parents...= Bulma walked back out of her room. Hearing her mother singing (the woman was apparently in her bedroom), she poked her head in, narrowly missing her mother's duster.
"Oh! Hello Bulma, dear!"
"Heh, hi mom. Just came in to say bye."
"That's right, you're leaving today aren't you? Well, you have a nice time, and don't worry about Vegeta, he'll be alright with me."
"Umm, that's the other reason why I came here. Try not to...get in his way while he's training, ok?"
"Yes, I know. Now hurry along before your father gets upset."
"But-"
"No buts, just go on and have a good time." The door was closed in her face, leaving a very ticked Bulma to stand there. "That's the last time I ever take pity on anybody and try to help them out."
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Vegeta sat at the table, chin propped up on his hand, elbow on table. It was due time for his verbal spar with the Onna, but said person had left hours ago to East City, land of the whackos and thieves. Yes, he knew that big cities usually equaled high crime...and now his Onna was out there, defenseless....
.....he fell out of his seat......
HIS ONNA?!?! Perhaps he was ill...or...something. He rejected the idea as quickly as he could. Sure he was interested in her, but that was as far as it went. Their little moments had been on account of something he bordered on insanity. Neither could've been in their right minds at the time. After all, they hated each other....didn't they?
No, hate was too strong, something he only felt towards Frieza. Not even Kakarot was hated. He was one of the last surviving members of their race, there was no room for hate. Maybe he was just attracted to her. Who wouldn't be? She was beautiful, smart, kind...the list goes on. Though, her mouth could get in the way...
His thoughts were interrupted as the elder Briefs woman made her way into the kitchen, spatula in hand. "Hello Vegeta! Guess you'll be wanting your lunch now, hmm?" She flashed him a cheesy grin, turning to pull out random ingredients. Vegeta rolled his eyes, knowing full well that he couldn't afford to kill the only life line he had to food.
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"Stupid jerks. I HATE the big city..." Bulma yanked out her hotel key- card from her pocket, stabbing the key hole with the poor object. The door lazily opened, clicking into a locked position and staying open. She had just finished prying herself out of some drunk's arms, having tried her best to convince him that she wasn't his girl. The bellboy had run off, scared to death of the big brute. For once she wished Vegeta was with her...
She paused in the doorway, then shook her head. So what? He probably would've stood off to the side and pointed at her, laughing until he wet his pants. Ok, so he probably would've killed the dude for even daring to breathe in their presence, but he still would've been handy. =**sigh** Gone for only five hours and I'm already homesick...work sucks! =
Bulma closed the door, kicked off her shoes, and jogged to the large bed. She flopped down, enjoying the warmth and cushiony softness of it all.
**BRIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!**
The phone rang loudly, making her fall off the edge, landing unceremoniously on the floor. She glared at the phone, annoyed with the cruel object. She picked (more like yanked it) up.
"HELLO?!"
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"LA LA LAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
"WOMAN! IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP, I'LL MAKE YOU SHUT UP....FOREVER!!!" Vegeta, red-faced, dehydrated, and definitely hungry buried his face in the couch, under a pillow. Bunny Briefs had picked the most inopportune time to start singing. The Prince felt that today would be THE day that would go down in history as the day he finally ascended.
No such luck.
Now Vegeta was irritated to no end with the cruel universe he lived in. First the failure, and now the singing. What next?
"Hey everybody!"
"No," Vegeta moaned. "Not now!"
"Goku!" cried Bunny. "So nice to have you around! And after all these months too." The tall warrior looked around, puzzled.
"Where's Bulma?"
"She had to go on a business trip, but she'll be back soon. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"SURE!"
Vegeta knew that he might not live to see tomorrow.
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Finely manicured nails drummed for endless hours on the table. An "emergency" board meeting had been called, so the corporate executives decided to have it all out in one day. Bulma sighed for the trillionth time, listening to the drab talk of a scientist who obviously got out of college by the seat of his pants. It was excruciating, to say in the least, to realize that the meeting had gone on for a grand total of...=**Bulma glances at her watch **.....EIGHT HOURS!??!?!= Her eyes widened. No wonder her stomach had been singing the death march!
"Why can't we take a break," she mumbled under her breath. Various pencils made scribble sounds on pads of paper, hands nearly flying to take notes. Some were smart enough to bring lap tops, Bulma being included in that group. To the blue-haired Vice President, the room seemed like a sauna, with a never-ending table stretching from one end of the room to the other. The speaker, clearly perspiring, continued in a monotone voice, turning to page 147 of 360.
Oh boy...this is THE trip from hell.......
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Vegeta flung his freshly bathed body onto his bed. The cool sheets were refreshing, relaxing muscles that were too tense for his liking. The day didn't seem like it would end: first his failure in going Super, then Kakarot coming for dinner and eating nearly all the food, then more training. Now he could finally relax.....or so he thought. His mind constantly drifted to Bulma. Was her day as "eventful" as his? Or was her life a living heck?
He chuckled, remembering how Bulma had walked around the house, following her father, practically begging him to go in her place. Dr. Briefs took a firm stand, telling Bulma that he would eventually retire, and she would be in charge of Capsule Corp., and that she would need to know how business meetings are run.
**BRIIIIIIIIING!**
The Prince growled, knowing he had to answer it, due to the fact that the old people were out taking a walk. "What?" he said into the receiver.
"Eh, Vegeta? How come you answered the phone?" asked a shaky voice.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. He had heard that voice before...but from who? It wasn't the old pervert, or Kakarot, or cue ball, then it must be-
"What do you want, weakling?"
"I wanted to talk to Bulma, is she there?"
"No."
"Do you know where she is?"
"Yes."
"When is she coming back?"
"Soon."
An exasperated sigh came from Yamcha's end. "Could you tell her to call me back when she gets home?"
"Whatever," he replied, hanging up the phone. [~ Stupid humans, calling at random hours.... ~] The phone rang again, irritating Vegeta to the point of no return.
"Look Baka, I'll give her the message, now leave me be!"
"Vegeta?!"
He blinked twice. "Onna? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"
"Aren't you supposed to be training?"
Vegeta grunted. "Yeah, but your parents found the need to take a walk, and asked me to answer this blasted annoyance."
Bulma giggled. "At least you haven't killed them yet."
"Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind many times."
"**LOL** So, how has the day gone for you?"
"It was...interesting..."
"Hn, better than mine! They called an emergency meeting today, and decided to keep going with business. I don't think I've ever been so bored in my entire life! I just finished my dinner too!!"
Vegeta chuckled. "Poor little Onna," he replied sarcastically. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. Knowing you, you're liable to keep me on this stupid device all night."
"Aww, come on Veggie. I've got no one to talk to here, and I'm a bit homesick. Can't you stay on, just a little longer?"
"I have nothing more to say to you, Woman."
"Then let me do all the talking. Just five more minutes, PLEASE!?!??!"
Vegeta closed his eyes, sighing. He laid on his back, turning off the lamp on the bed stand. "Alright Onna, talk away. You have five minutes."
"Thanks Vegeta, you're a doll! Well, I got to my hotel room, and was resting on my bed when the darn phone started ringing...."
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Friday morning soon melted away, and Friday evening came. Vegeta never thought he could miss one person, let alone a human, so much. Bulma had gone past her five minute limit, running up her bill to two hours. Not that he minded, her voice was refreshing to listen to. He was a bit surprised that one person could talk as much as she could, but what can you expect from any female?
Mrs. Briefs waltzed into the living room, a plate of cookies in one hand, a pitcher of milk in the other. "Here you go hun. Eat up, we're gonna go pick up Bulma soon."
"We?" He questioned, one eyebrow raised.
"I was hoping you could take me there Veggie-chan. The doctor has some business to attend to down town, and we don't want Bulma to have to take a taxi here-"
"I can't drive one of your primitive vehicles!"
"But you can fly, dear!" She gave him another cheesy grin. "I need to get my license renewed, so I can't drive either. Oh, but that means you can only carry one person...it would be easier," the older woman said to herself. Vegeta's eye twitched. [~ What do I look like? A bird? ~] He scowled, picking up three cookies from the plate and stuffing them into his mouth. After swallowing, he looked back to Bunny. "I have no intention of going to pick up the Onna...I'm not her chauffeur. Let her walk home," he growled, turning to make an exit.
"Walk on the highway? What if some maniac runs her over? What if she hitch-hikes?" She began to sniffle. "What if someone kidnaps my poor baby? What if-"
"WOMAN! Cease this blasted display of tears. I'll go if you'll just quit your bawling!"
Bunny smiled, holding a Kleenex up to her nose. "Thank you dear. Her plane will probably be landing in ten minutes, so you'd better get there. She's on flight 452, should be landing in the B Section. Ok?"
Vegeta nodded, waving his hand off in her direction, as if dismissing her from his presence. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just have dinner ready when we get back."
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After a quick change from his normal spandex-wear, Vegeta blasted off of his balcony towards the airport. His baggy black slacks, loose button-up black shirt, and black work-boots was definitely a drastic change for the Saiya-jin Prince. Human clothes were weird and foreign to him, but he found some clothes that suited his tastes.
He finally spotted the airport, making an unnoticed landing in a dark alley. Walking towards the main entrance, he noticed all sorts of people from other lands walking in and out like mindless drones. Vegeta ignored them, continuing on his way. He hopped onto the escalator, clearly labeled "Section B", and waited impatiently for the slow thing to make it's way to the top.
The top floor of the West City International Airport was sparsely littered with people. A few stood by the large window, watching the planes land. Some sat on the comfy-looking chairs, sleeping, eating, or just people watching. Vegeta chose to walk over to the other side of the entrance/exit door that lead to the plane. The huge window had sills where one could prop up their arms. Vegeta leaned on his side, on the window, arms crossed. His usual scowl was etched onto his face.
(((Five minutes later)))
Vegeta sighed in relief as the plane landed and connected with the air terminal. The area had suddenly become crammed with people, either to take a flight or to pick up someone. The close proximity of all the "baka" humans was making Vegeta feel very...claustrophobic.
People streamed out of the bridge/hall connector. The Prince closed his eyes, leaning against the window, counting to ten so he wouldn't "accidentally" fire a ki blast at all the people who kept bumping into him. Heaven seemed to smile down on Vegeta today.
"Oi, Vegeta!" He opened his eyes at the call of his name, only to find Bulma standing in front of him. "Hey!" She exclaimed, smiling and waving. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you picking me up?" They started walking towards the escalators.
"The old woman sent me to get you. Something about cars and hitch- hiking..."
"What? Er...never mind. Where's papa?"
"Business meeting down town."
"Oh," she replied, stepping off the last step. "Wait a second...you can't drive."
"So?"
"How are we getting home?"
A feral grin crawled across Vegeta's face. "Flying, of course."
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Bulma clenched her eyes shut and tightened her grip on Vegeta's muscled neck. They had been in the air for all of ten seconds, and Bulma had one terrible fear....heights.
Sure, she flew choppers and planes, but she knew that she was 99.9% safe with the improvements Capsule Corp. had made on the bodies of vehicles. Then again, she didn't have the wind blowing her hair, and she wasn't going at break-neck speeds.
Vegeta was going considerably slow, knowing that the Onna wouldn't appreciate him going faster than a speeding bullet. He stopped when he felt her shudder. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"N-noth-"
"Don't lie to me Onna."
"I just don't like being so...high..."
"Don't tell me you're-"
"Afraid of heights. Well, not necessarily THAT, I'm just afraid of falling...and falling...and dying."
"Hn, we're going to resolve that problem right now."
"Huh?"
Vegeta started flying again, going slightly faster than he did before. He was carrying her with his left arm around her back, and his right arm under her knees. Carefully letting go of her knees (earning a slight yelp), he held her upper body against his, stopping and standing, hovering instead of flying. He concentrated some of his ki to her, holding her an arm's length from him, causing her to hover at the same elevation.
"What are you doing?" she asked uneasily. Bulma looked down and noticed that they were hovering over the C. C. mansion, though it looked like a tiny lego house. Her blue-eyes darted up to meet Vegeta's coal-colored ones. He immediately dropped his ki, and both began to plummet towards the roof.
"VEGETA!" she shrieked, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around her waist. They stopped free falling, hovering six feet above the house. Vegeta guided them the rest of the way down, gently touching down on the dome-shaped building.
Bulma opened one eye, then the other. HA! She was alive!! Her adrenaline was rushing through her system...she actually liked it. It was like one of those rides at the amusement parks! =COOL!=
Vegeta waved his hand in front of her face. She hadn't yelled or screamed at him!! She hadn't even blinked! Bulma finally blinked, unaware of Vegeta's silent sigh of relief. "Hey, 'Geta...Can we do that again?! **Cheesy Grin** "
The Saiya-jin Prince's left eye twitched before he fell over, Anime Style (^_^).
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"Bulma, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you," said the warrior.
"Yamcha, we've been together for so long. But...**sigh** ...it just doesn't feel right anymore, ya know?"
"Yeah. Can't we at least still be friends?"
"Of course!" Bulma replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Eight years of friendship is pretty hard to throw away!" They stood turning towards each other.
"I've got to head home. Big day of training tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around Bulma's tiny waist. "See ya later B-chan."
"Later dude!" A peck on the cheek given to the scar-faced warrior, and he was out the door. Bulma jumped when she heard another door slam.
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Vegeta had just pulled on his draw-string shorts that he always wore to bed when the door bell rang. Stretching out his ki sense, he felt the weaker ki of Yamcha. He scowled, looking at the clock that clearly displayed 9:50 PM. Deciding to wait to go downstairs (most of the time a fight would break out between the two when they were within a certain distance), he sat on his bed.
Ten minutes later, and still no sign of the twit leaving, Vegeta took it upon himself to rid the household, and perhaps the world, of what he considered to be a pest. He walked down the hall, then the stairs, and opened his mouth to give a fair warning when he saw the hug, then the "kiss". From his angle, it looked like a mouth-to-mouth kiss (even though WE know it wasn't). Eyes narrowed, he watched Yamcha leave and Bulma wave at him while he got into his car.
Training seemed like the safest thing to do...he turned toward the back door, slamming it on his way out. Clearly confused as to WHY he felt hurt, the Prince marched into his precious sanctuary to sort out this new emotion, and to beat away the pain and betrayal he felt.
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Eh, sorry that I ended it here, but I felt that this was the best way to end this chappie. I decided to make this one a two-part chapter too, cuz it started getting a little long.....and I've started getting a little Writer's Block-itis. I wanna sleep on this and gather up my "creative writing" thoughts before I hit the second chapter. Don't worry, it should be out by this weekend!
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Kat421: I'm glad that you think my fic is great, though I think it's starting to slow down too much. This chap had some of the humor I though you'd like, the next chap will be funnier towards the end. Plz keep R+R- ing, you're support means oodles! ^_~
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So stay tuned for my next segment:::: Ch. 7: no. 5 pt. 2: You Know Wild Hearts CAN Be Broken.....Veggie and Bulma have a discussion, Chi Chi comes for preparations, and the party finally begins. Soon Veggie-chan and B- chan might not be the best kept secret!
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Heh heh heh...sowwy...I changed Veggie's thought symbols AGAIN: now they're "[~ words ~]", much easier to read.
Ch. 6: 5. You Know Wild Hearts CAN Be Broken
When he first walked in, he vaguely wondered what hellish fury had hit the room. Her normally neat and tidy living space was covered with clothes and suitcases. It was only a two day trip! He cautiously took a step, fearing that his foot may be eaten by some clothing monster, or that it would get caught in a booby trap. "Onna," he called, looking around the room.
"I'm right here 'Geta." She walked out of her enormous closet, blouses slung over her shoulders. "Your father says to hurry or you'll miss the plane. Though I can't see why you're taking that primitive transportation. I could just as easily fly you there." Vegeta heard her giggle.
"I know silly. But the corporate exec.'s like to make a big deal outta everything, and they're going to supposedly 'surprise' me with a huge reception at the airport." She rolled her eyes. "Believe me when I say---I DON'T WANNA GO!"
Vegeta's hands clamped over his ears. [~ Crazy Woman! Trying to make me deaf! ~] He shook his head, thinking of how stupid it was to have a "business" trip in the middle of the week. "Are all these bags necessary?"
"Of course! You wouldn't want me to look pathetic in the land of fashion would you?"
"Well, no-"
"East City is the clothing capitol of the world! All the latest fashion comes directly from there, and I'm tempted to buy out a whole store." Another giggle. "Wouldn't that be fun? A whole shopping spree!"
"Shopping? Is that all Earth women think about?"
"What did you expect? Fighting?"
"Naturally! You foolish Earthlings take that wonderful art for granted."
Bulma frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "I think you've been watching too much TV. Ah well, it doesn't matter now. Take these bags downstairs, would you?" She pointed to three packed suitcases, padlocked and bursting at the seams. Vegeta easily lifted them up, mumbling about "Onna's and luggage and clothes".
The blue-eyed scientist watched him walk down the stairs, then walked back to her room, deciding to clean up. =I'm sure gonna miss Veg-head while I'm gone. Too bad I can't take him with me, but he'd die from the lack of training. Ooh...I just hope he doesn't kill my parents...= Bulma walked back out of her room. Hearing her mother singing (the woman was apparently in her bedroom), she poked her head in, narrowly missing her mother's duster.
"Oh! Hello Bulma, dear!"
"Heh, hi mom. Just came in to say bye."
"That's right, you're leaving today aren't you? Well, you have a nice time, and don't worry about Vegeta, he'll be alright with me."
"Umm, that's the other reason why I came here. Try not to...get in his way while he's training, ok?"
"Yes, I know. Now hurry along before your father gets upset."
"But-"
"No buts, just go on and have a good time." The door was closed in her face, leaving a very ticked Bulma to stand there. "That's the last time I ever take pity on anybody and try to help them out."
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Vegeta sat at the table, chin propped up on his hand, elbow on table. It was due time for his verbal spar with the Onna, but said person had left hours ago to East City, land of the whackos and thieves. Yes, he knew that big cities usually equaled high crime...and now his Onna was out there, defenseless....
.....he fell out of his seat......
HIS ONNA?!?! Perhaps he was ill...or...something. He rejected the idea as quickly as he could. Sure he was interested in her, but that was as far as it went. Their little moments had been on account of something he bordered on insanity. Neither could've been in their right minds at the time. After all, they hated each other....didn't they?
No, hate was too strong, something he only felt towards Frieza. Not even Kakarot was hated. He was one of the last surviving members of their race, there was no room for hate. Maybe he was just attracted to her. Who wouldn't be? She was beautiful, smart, kind...the list goes on. Though, her mouth could get in the way...
His thoughts were interrupted as the elder Briefs woman made her way into the kitchen, spatula in hand. "Hello Vegeta! Guess you'll be wanting your lunch now, hmm?" She flashed him a cheesy grin, turning to pull out random ingredients. Vegeta rolled his eyes, knowing full well that he couldn't afford to kill the only life line he had to food.
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"Stupid jerks. I HATE the big city..." Bulma yanked out her hotel key- card from her pocket, stabbing the key hole with the poor object. The door lazily opened, clicking into a locked position and staying open. She had just finished prying herself out of some drunk's arms, having tried her best to convince him that she wasn't his girl. The bellboy had run off, scared to death of the big brute. For once she wished Vegeta was with her...
She paused in the doorway, then shook her head. So what? He probably would've stood off to the side and pointed at her, laughing until he wet his pants. Ok, so he probably would've killed the dude for even daring to breathe in their presence, but he still would've been handy. =**sigh** Gone for only five hours and I'm already homesick...work sucks! =
Bulma closed the door, kicked off her shoes, and jogged to the large bed. She flopped down, enjoying the warmth and cushiony softness of it all.
**BRIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!**
The phone rang loudly, making her fall off the edge, landing unceremoniously on the floor. She glared at the phone, annoyed with the cruel object. She picked (more like yanked it) up.
"HELLO?!"
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"LA LA LAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
"WOMAN! IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP, I'LL MAKE YOU SHUT UP....FOREVER!!!" Vegeta, red-faced, dehydrated, and definitely hungry buried his face in the couch, under a pillow. Bunny Briefs had picked the most inopportune time to start singing. The Prince felt that today would be THE day that would go down in history as the day he finally ascended.
No such luck.
Now Vegeta was irritated to no end with the cruel universe he lived in. First the failure, and now the singing. What next?
"Hey everybody!"
"No," Vegeta moaned. "Not now!"
"Goku!" cried Bunny. "So nice to have you around! And after all these months too." The tall warrior looked around, puzzled.
"Where's Bulma?"
"She had to go on a business trip, but she'll be back soon. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"SURE!"
Vegeta knew that he might not live to see tomorrow.
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Finely manicured nails drummed for endless hours on the table. An "emergency" board meeting had been called, so the corporate executives decided to have it all out in one day. Bulma sighed for the trillionth time, listening to the drab talk of a scientist who obviously got out of college by the seat of his pants. It was excruciating, to say in the least, to realize that the meeting had gone on for a grand total of...=**Bulma glances at her watch **.....EIGHT HOURS!??!?!= Her eyes widened. No wonder her stomach had been singing the death march!
"Why can't we take a break," she mumbled under her breath. Various pencils made scribble sounds on pads of paper, hands nearly flying to take notes. Some were smart enough to bring lap tops, Bulma being included in that group. To the blue-haired Vice President, the room seemed like a sauna, with a never-ending table stretching from one end of the room to the other. The speaker, clearly perspiring, continued in a monotone voice, turning to page 147 of 360.
Oh boy...this is THE trip from hell.......
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Vegeta flung his freshly bathed body onto his bed. The cool sheets were refreshing, relaxing muscles that were too tense for his liking. The day didn't seem like it would end: first his failure in going Super, then Kakarot coming for dinner and eating nearly all the food, then more training. Now he could finally relax.....or so he thought. His mind constantly drifted to Bulma. Was her day as "eventful" as his? Or was her life a living heck?
He chuckled, remembering how Bulma had walked around the house, following her father, practically begging him to go in her place. Dr. Briefs took a firm stand, telling Bulma that he would eventually retire, and she would be in charge of Capsule Corp., and that she would need to know how business meetings are run.
**BRIIIIIIIIING!**
The Prince growled, knowing he had to answer it, due to the fact that the old people were out taking a walk. "What?" he said into the receiver.
"Eh, Vegeta? How come you answered the phone?" asked a shaky voice.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. He had heard that voice before...but from who? It wasn't the old pervert, or Kakarot, or cue ball, then it must be-
"What do you want, weakling?"
"I wanted to talk to Bulma, is she there?"
"No."
"Do you know where she is?"
"Yes."
"When is she coming back?"
"Soon."
An exasperated sigh came from Yamcha's end. "Could you tell her to call me back when she gets home?"
"Whatever," he replied, hanging up the phone. [~ Stupid humans, calling at random hours.... ~] The phone rang again, irritating Vegeta to the point of no return.
"Look Baka, I'll give her the message, now leave me be!"
"Vegeta?!"
He blinked twice. "Onna? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"
"Aren't you supposed to be training?"
Vegeta grunted. "Yeah, but your parents found the need to take a walk, and asked me to answer this blasted annoyance."
Bulma giggled. "At least you haven't killed them yet."
"Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind many times."
"**LOL** So, how has the day gone for you?"
"It was...interesting..."
"Hn, better than mine! They called an emergency meeting today, and decided to keep going with business. I don't think I've ever been so bored in my entire life! I just finished my dinner too!!"
Vegeta chuckled. "Poor little Onna," he replied sarcastically. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. Knowing you, you're liable to keep me on this stupid device all night."
"Aww, come on Veggie. I've got no one to talk to here, and I'm a bit homesick. Can't you stay on, just a little longer?"
"I have nothing more to say to you, Woman."
"Then let me do all the talking. Just five more minutes, PLEASE!?!??!"
Vegeta closed his eyes, sighing. He laid on his back, turning off the lamp on the bed stand. "Alright Onna, talk away. You have five minutes."
"Thanks Vegeta, you're a doll! Well, I got to my hotel room, and was resting on my bed when the darn phone started ringing...."
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Friday morning soon melted away, and Friday evening came. Vegeta never thought he could miss one person, let alone a human, so much. Bulma had gone past her five minute limit, running up her bill to two hours. Not that he minded, her voice was refreshing to listen to. He was a bit surprised that one person could talk as much as she could, but what can you expect from any female?
Mrs. Briefs waltzed into the living room, a plate of cookies in one hand, a pitcher of milk in the other. "Here you go hun. Eat up, we're gonna go pick up Bulma soon."
"We?" He questioned, one eyebrow raised.
"I was hoping you could take me there Veggie-chan. The doctor has some business to attend to down town, and we don't want Bulma to have to take a taxi here-"
"I can't drive one of your primitive vehicles!"
"But you can fly, dear!" She gave him another cheesy grin. "I need to get my license renewed, so I can't drive either. Oh, but that means you can only carry one person...it would be easier," the older woman said to herself. Vegeta's eye twitched. [~ What do I look like? A bird? ~] He scowled, picking up three cookies from the plate and stuffing them into his mouth. After swallowing, he looked back to Bunny. "I have no intention of going to pick up the Onna...I'm not her chauffeur. Let her walk home," he growled, turning to make an exit.
"Walk on the highway? What if some maniac runs her over? What if she hitch-hikes?" She began to sniffle. "What if someone kidnaps my poor baby? What if-"
"WOMAN! Cease this blasted display of tears. I'll go if you'll just quit your bawling!"
Bunny smiled, holding a Kleenex up to her nose. "Thank you dear. Her plane will probably be landing in ten minutes, so you'd better get there. She's on flight 452, should be landing in the B Section. Ok?"
Vegeta nodded, waving his hand off in her direction, as if dismissing her from his presence. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just have dinner ready when we get back."
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After a quick change from his normal spandex-wear, Vegeta blasted off of his balcony towards the airport. His baggy black slacks, loose button-up black shirt, and black work-boots was definitely a drastic change for the Saiya-jin Prince. Human clothes were weird and foreign to him, but he found some clothes that suited his tastes.
He finally spotted the airport, making an unnoticed landing in a dark alley. Walking towards the main entrance, he noticed all sorts of people from other lands walking in and out like mindless drones. Vegeta ignored them, continuing on his way. He hopped onto the escalator, clearly labeled "Section B", and waited impatiently for the slow thing to make it's way to the top.
The top floor of the West City International Airport was sparsely littered with people. A few stood by the large window, watching the planes land. Some sat on the comfy-looking chairs, sleeping, eating, or just people watching. Vegeta chose to walk over to the other side of the entrance/exit door that lead to the plane. The huge window had sills where one could prop up their arms. Vegeta leaned on his side, on the window, arms crossed. His usual scowl was etched onto his face.
(((Five minutes later)))
Vegeta sighed in relief as the plane landed and connected with the air terminal. The area had suddenly become crammed with people, either to take a flight or to pick up someone. The close proximity of all the "baka" humans was making Vegeta feel very...claustrophobic.
People streamed out of the bridge/hall connector. The Prince closed his eyes, leaning against the window, counting to ten so he wouldn't "accidentally" fire a ki blast at all the people who kept bumping into him. Heaven seemed to smile down on Vegeta today.
"Oi, Vegeta!" He opened his eyes at the call of his name, only to find Bulma standing in front of him. "Hey!" She exclaimed, smiling and waving. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you picking me up?" They started walking towards the escalators.
"The old woman sent me to get you. Something about cars and hitch- hiking..."
"What? Er...never mind. Where's papa?"
"Business meeting down town."
"Oh," she replied, stepping off the last step. "Wait a second...you can't drive."
"So?"
"How are we getting home?"
A feral grin crawled across Vegeta's face. "Flying, of course."
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Bulma clenched her eyes shut and tightened her grip on Vegeta's muscled neck. They had been in the air for all of ten seconds, and Bulma had one terrible fear....heights.
Sure, she flew choppers and planes, but she knew that she was 99.9% safe with the improvements Capsule Corp. had made on the bodies of vehicles. Then again, she didn't have the wind blowing her hair, and she wasn't going at break-neck speeds.
Vegeta was going considerably slow, knowing that the Onna wouldn't appreciate him going faster than a speeding bullet. He stopped when he felt her shudder. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"N-noth-"
"Don't lie to me Onna."
"I just don't like being so...high..."
"Don't tell me you're-"
"Afraid of heights. Well, not necessarily THAT, I'm just afraid of falling...and falling...and dying."
"Hn, we're going to resolve that problem right now."
"Huh?"
Vegeta started flying again, going slightly faster than he did before. He was carrying her with his left arm around her back, and his right arm under her knees. Carefully letting go of her knees (earning a slight yelp), he held her upper body against his, stopping and standing, hovering instead of flying. He concentrated some of his ki to her, holding her an arm's length from him, causing her to hover at the same elevation.
"What are you doing?" she asked uneasily. Bulma looked down and noticed that they were hovering over the C. C. mansion, though it looked like a tiny lego house. Her blue-eyes darted up to meet Vegeta's coal-colored ones. He immediately dropped his ki, and both began to plummet towards the roof.
"VEGETA!" she shrieked, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around her waist. They stopped free falling, hovering six feet above the house. Vegeta guided them the rest of the way down, gently touching down on the dome-shaped building.
Bulma opened one eye, then the other. HA! She was alive!! Her adrenaline was rushing through her system...she actually liked it. It was like one of those rides at the amusement parks! =COOL!=
Vegeta waved his hand in front of her face. She hadn't yelled or screamed at him!! She hadn't even blinked! Bulma finally blinked, unaware of Vegeta's silent sigh of relief. "Hey, 'Geta...Can we do that again?! **Cheesy Grin** "
The Saiya-jin Prince's left eye twitched before he fell over, Anime Style (^_^).
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"Bulma, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you," said the warrior.
"Yamcha, we've been together for so long. But...**sigh** ...it just doesn't feel right anymore, ya know?"
"Yeah. Can't we at least still be friends?"
"Of course!" Bulma replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Eight years of friendship is pretty hard to throw away!" They stood turning towards each other.
"I've got to head home. Big day of training tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around Bulma's tiny waist. "See ya later B-chan."
"Later dude!" A peck on the cheek given to the scar-faced warrior, and he was out the door. Bulma jumped when she heard another door slam.
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Vegeta had just pulled on his draw-string shorts that he always wore to bed when the door bell rang. Stretching out his ki sense, he felt the weaker ki of Yamcha. He scowled, looking at the clock that clearly displayed 9:50 PM. Deciding to wait to go downstairs (most of the time a fight would break out between the two when they were within a certain distance), he sat on his bed.
Ten minutes later, and still no sign of the twit leaving, Vegeta took it upon himself to rid the household, and perhaps the world, of what he considered to be a pest. He walked down the hall, then the stairs, and opened his mouth to give a fair warning when he saw the hug, then the "kiss". From his angle, it looked like a mouth-to-mouth kiss (even though WE know it wasn't). Eyes narrowed, he watched Yamcha leave and Bulma wave at him while he got into his car.
Training seemed like the safest thing to do...he turned toward the back door, slamming it on his way out. Clearly confused as to WHY he felt hurt, the Prince marched into his precious sanctuary to sort out this new emotion, and to beat away the pain and betrayal he felt.
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Eh, sorry that I ended it here, but I felt that this was the best way to end this chappie. I decided to make this one a two-part chapter too, cuz it started getting a little long.....and I've started getting a little Writer's Block-itis. I wanna sleep on this and gather up my "creative writing" thoughts before I hit the second chapter. Don't worry, it should be out by this weekend!
Special Shout Out to....
Kat421: I'm glad that you think my fic is great, though I think it's starting to slow down too much. This chap had some of the humor I though you'd like, the next chap will be funnier towards the end. Plz keep R+R- ing, you're support means oodles! ^_~
afk: heh heh...that TV seen in the last chap was my fav too! And don't worry, they never stay angry for long. Plz keep reviewing too! Y'all just keep me goin! ^_^
So stay tuned for my next segment:::: Ch. 7: no. 5 pt. 2: You Know Wild Hearts CAN Be Broken.....Veggie and Bulma have a discussion, Chi Chi comes for preparations, and the party finally begins. Soon Veggie-chan and B- chan might not be the best kept secret!
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Until Next Time,
Ja Ne!
~*Pearl*~