A/N: Gomen peeps! We had some technical difficulties over here, therefore
delaying my writing. Our house is kinda old, and there are no ceiling
fixtures upstairs...so they hooked up the light switches to the plug ins.
Well, we were vacuuming the room for one of our out-of-town guests, and the
blasted switch caught on fire. Thankfully, no one was hurt, and the lil
fire died quicker than in started. Now I have a different wall plug I can
use, and my computer is back in action! **grinz** So here's my second
part to the unfinished chapter!
Disclaimer: Me: Oi...Vegeta!
Vegeta: What now child?
Me: Tell 'em...
Vegeta: **sigh** Look, she doesn't own DBZ, or me (thankfully)...any lawyers that come around will face the hellish fury of my Final Flash. **insert Veggie smirk**
Me: **sweat drops** Eh...ok...
Ch. 7: 5. Pt. 2: You Know Wild Hearts CAN Be Broken
Vegeta slid down the computer council, resting against the cool metal. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't erase the image of Bulma from his mind. He growled in frustration, infuriated with the way he felt. Why did he feel betrayed? They had no relationship, no promises made. Scowling, he rested his head back, staring at the steel ceiling.
**Knock, knock**
The Prince glared at the door. [~ Am I ever going to have a moment of peace? ~]
"What do you want?"
"Vegeta," it was Bulma. "Can I come in?"
"Go away," he growled back, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. His sensitive hearing picked up her shoes' soft clicks against the floor. The florescent lights were covered by a shadow, obviously the woman was in front of him. She sat down, mimicking his pose: cross-legged with arms crossed. "What's wrong?" she asked in all innocence. Her question was met with silence. " 'Geta-"
"Don't call me that," he warned, eyes open and darting to her startled ones.
"What did I do?!" she all but shrieked.
"Shouldn't you get back to your boyfriend?"
"BOYFRIEND?! What on Earth are you talking about?" Vegeta looked away, growing tired of talking with her.
Bulma frowned. =What's up with him? One minute he's cool and collected, the next he's a rock. And where the heck did he pick up this boyfriend business anyway? = She continued to scan her memory, confused with the whole deal. **BING** A light bulb materialized in her mind's eye. =Yamcha...does he think...but-I-hee hee, looks like Veggie's a lil jealous...= She scooted over next to him, earning a glare, and rested her head on his left shoulder, hugging his arm.
"I see now. Look Veg-head, Yamcha isn't my boyfriend. I'm not his girlfriend. We're through...forever, I guess. He came over to apologize, and I accepted. We've decided to just keep our relationship on a friendship-type thing. Don't worry, it seems as though you're gonna be stuck with me!" She grinned up at him.
"You make that sound like a good thing," he smirked, earning a slap on the arm. "Though I don't like the idea of any fool kissing my Onna."
"Nani? Oh, that!...I kissed him on the cheek silly!"
"Oh," he replied quietly, his cheeks tinting a shade of red.
Bulma smiled. "See? You were getting all worked up over nothing!" Vegeta's stomach interrupted by growling. "**LOL** Guess you'll be wanting a snack, huh?"
Vegeta smirked. "Yes, and be quick about it woman."
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Two boxes of Oreo cookies sat in front of Vegeta in all their glory. Had he been...oh, let's say Goku...he would've inhaled the cookies, box, bag, and all. But he was the Prince of the Saiya-jins, and he definitely had a lot more manners. Speaking of the third-class warrior, his wife had walked in through the door five minutes ago, pad and pencil in had. She and Bulma sat in front of and beside Vegeta, in that order. They chatted on about what to cook for the party the following day.
"We have to have red meat, there's no going around that," stated Chi Chi. "I've got about 150 pounds stocked away in our freezer."
Bulma nodded. "We've got about 200 lbs. You think that'll be enough?"
"Sure! There are going to be other foods here anyway. The question is: what else?"
"Soda, chips, Oooo! And cookies..."
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Vegeta was having his first peaceful dream in years. Unfortunately, he was woken up. He groggily rubbed his eyes, stretching till his stiff body popped it's bones. Sniffing the air, he realized what had jolted him out of dream land...
...food....!
The Prince smirked, walking out of his room, wearing only his PJ pants. The hallway was the perfect spot for smelling the thick aroma of food. He traveled down it, then the stairs, making his way to the kitchen. A frown soon replaced his smirk when he caught sight of the Son family, wife at the stove, boys at the table, drooling like crazy. For a moment, he wondered if he was hallucinating, but his stomach, along with Goku's and Gohan's, spoke, deleting that thought.
"Oh-Morning Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed, pulling eggs and bacon from the fridge. He gave her a nod, taking his seat at the table. Goku and Gohan also greeted him, though they were only met with a glare. Chi Chi turned around, pulling a glass from seemingly thin air, and placed it in front of the ebony-haired Prince. A regal eyebrow rose in confusion. He quickly shrugged it off. [~ You're finally going crazy. Juice doesn't appear out of thin air, baka. Use that God-given brain of yours. Feh, looks like the Earthling air has finally gotten to you. ~]
"Chi Chi, is breakfast ready yet," whined Goku. Vegeta was tempted to knock his head into the next dimension.
"Kakkarot, isn't it obvious? Don't tell me you're that stupid!"
"Vegeta," scolded Bulma. She waved her spatula at him. "Knock it off. Chi and I have got a lot of work to do, and the sooner we feed you, the sooner we can start. So both of you shut up, and breakfast will be ready in a minute. Got it?!"
The three Saiya-jins nodded, not wanting to face the wrath of the angry women. Food began to appear on the table, Bulma and Chi Chi running back and forth from the stove to the table with ease. Everyone began to dish up their food, the boys inhaling it. Empty platters now sat where piles of food once were.
"Everyone happy?" Chi Chi asked.
Goku's stomach growled. "Chi...I'm still hungry."
**THUMP** Chi Chi's frying pan of doom soon met Goku's head.
"GO OUTSIDE AND TRAIN BEFORE I PULL OUT MY OTHER PAN!!" Needless to say, the boys were kicked outside, holding the bumps on their heads from the frying pan.
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"Annoying woman...making me wear these stupid clothes..." Vegeta scowled at his reflection in the mirror. The navy blue button-up shirt and khaki pants were ok with him, but the tie...ugh! He got the knot down (thanks to the helpful instructions on the back of the package), but no matter how careful he was, he always managed to tighten it too much, choking himself every other minute. Finally fed up with the whole mess, he decided to let his pride down and ask for help.
"BULMA!" he bellowed, waiting a few seconds for her response.
"WHAT?" she yelled back, stomping down the hallway towards his room. Opening the door, she stuck her head in, one hand on the door knob, the other holding up the towel that was wrapped around her body. Vegeta didn't turn to look, still trying his luck with the tie.
"I can't get this noose you want me to wear comfortable enough."
"Here, let me fix it." Vegeta turned around, eyes widening when he saw her clad in only a towel. "Onna, you're...not wearing any clothes." Bulma blushed, looking down at her towel.
"I know...but---Do you want me to fix the tie or what?"
He nodded. "Just put a robe on. No telling what might happen if you let go of that." He pointed at the towel, then handed her his robe, turning his back towards her so she could put it on.
"Ok, all done," she tossed the towel on a chair. "Hmm...let's see..." A few minutes later, she stepped back, looking him over. "**sigh** That tie makes you look way too formal."
"I could've told you that," he mumbled, looking at the mirror.
Bulma stepped in front of him, undoing the tie and sliding it off of his neck. She then un-did the first two buttons, giving a glimpse of his muscular chest. "Much better," she said, grinning.
"Much," he replied. "I can actually breathe."
The blue-haired woman giggled, looking him over again. "Ya know, you look really good in these clothes. Much better than your training gi."
Vegeta smirked. "Well, my robe looks good on you."
Bulma blushed, watching Vegeta wrap his arms around her waist. He touched her nose with his own. "You'd better get dressed before all those people show up. I don't think the Harpy Onna would appreciate you parading around in front of her brat in a robe."
"Hmm, I agree." She gave him a quick kiss. "See ya later, bad man." Giggling, she walked out of the room.
"Ha ha ha....you're so funny...." he sarcastically muttered. Offering a final smirk her way, he followed her path, out of his room.
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Idly standing in a far corner, Vegeta watched the group of warriors with a wary eye. The party had gone smoothly for the most part. Krillin had shown up with his new girlfriend, Tracy, and introduced her to the whole gang. She seemed sweet, keeping conversation with those around her, but she also seemed shy. Whenever someone else addressed her, she blushed, keeping her eyes down towards the ground. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Her humility was driving him insane. He was much more used to Bulma's forward boldness, something he definitely liked about his Onna. [~ My Onna...hmm...not so bad now that I think of it.... ~] He chuckled quietly, pushing of the wall to go to the kitchen.
Chi Chi whooshed by him, platter of drinks balanced perfectly. The swinging door kept moving back and forth, taking less of the distance each time. It finally stood still, only to be hit again by the fast Earthling. "Woman, where's Bulma?"
She stopped momentarily to see who had slowed her down. "Bulma will be back in a minute, she's pulling some more snacks out of the pantry." No sooner had she finished her sentence, the lady in question came back, bags of chips, pretzels, and cookies in hand. "You were lookin' for me V-chan?" She grabbed three bowls, emptying the contents into each.
"I-"
"Bulma, Yamcha wants more Coke."
"Right," the Capsule Corp. vice president answered, grabbing a bottle and leaving the kitchen. Vegeta glared at the door, then Chi Chi's back, who was busy with one of many woks at the stove. Bulma rushed in, having taken the snack bowls in when refilling Yamcha's drink. "I'm sorry Vegeta. But I'm kinda busy. What did you want?"
"Its just that I haven't-"
"Hey guys, when is dinner gonna be ready?"
The three occupants of the kitchen whirled around to face Yajarobi, who had been invited to the party out of sheer politeness. Bulma fixed him with one of her best glares. "Look Yajarobi, we're doing the best we can!"
"But I'm hungry! I didn't have lunch!"
Chi Chi scowled. "Then eat a few snacks."
"Eh," he shuffled his feet, looking down at them with shiny eyes, "I did...most of the snacks..." Bulma's eye twitched. She slowly turned towards Vegeta. "Vegeta..."
He raised his hands up defensively. "I didn't do anything!"
"I know, but would you mind kicking Yajarobi out of the kitchen?"
"Gladly," Vegeta responded, smirking as he marched towards the fat Samurai. "Heh heh...hey Vegeta! Buddy, pal, amigo, brother...!" He ran as fast his legs could carry him out of the kitchen.
"Thanks Geta!" Bulma kissed him on the cheek. Chi Chi sighed. "I'm going to go sit for a few minutes. Just let everything cook by itself. It'll all be done soon." Bulma nodded, watching the woman walk out of the kitchen.
"Now, you've been trying to tell me something...?" She asked, turning towards him.
"Yeah, this..." He grabbed her by her waist, kissing her.
(((Living Room)))
Yamcha looked at his empty glass. For some reason, he had been as dry as the desert. He stood up, deciding it was best to drink water instead. He barely avoided getting knocked upside the head by the door as Chi Chi walked out, taking a seat by her family. The scarred warrior let out a sigh, no need to have a black eye before his big date for tomorrow. He opened his mouth to ask for water, only to close it, deciding not to interrupt Bulma's conversation, having had experience from the many times he had done so.
"Now, you've been trying to tell me something...?"
"Yeah, this..."
Yamcha's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. :::Did they just...? But...that's Vegeta!!::: He turned around in the doorway, letting the door swing close behind him. Vegeta...Bulma...kissing...like THAT?!?!? He sat down beside Krillin, still in shock. The slightly younger man looked at his friend. "Yamcha, are you alright?"
"Vegeta...Bulma..."
"What are you talking about?" Krillin asked. By now, everyone in the room was looking at him. "They were...kissing..."
Goku choked on his mouthful of pretzels, the football game on the TV momentarily forgotten. He shot a glance in Piccolo's direction, who looked calm on the outside. Piccolo looked at him from the corner of his eye. ^Uh oh, looks like we got trouble...^ The Saiya-jin thought, looking at the kitchen door.
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Hee Hee...don't ya just luv these cliffy's? And Goku choking on the pretzels ^_^. I was gonna have him stutter and try to cover for Bulma and Veggie for Trunks' sake, but I might leave that for the next chapter. ^_~ OH! Special shout out to the following peeps!:
FariesHope: I have followed your Command, now I command you to review! LOL! ^_^ BTW: Thanxz for reviewing my old Old OLD ficcy...that was my first one-shot/song-fic, and I didn't like it much. But you've made me start to like it again! ^_~
afk: Thanxz for the long review! They are always welcomed. Now that you know what happened to poor Veggie-kun, you can get ready for the next chappie! Thanx again and keep reviewing plz!
Dayrin Blooddragon: I'm glad you found my fic again, and now it is finally updated AGAIN! I luv ur fic too, and NO: I'm not one of those peeps out to kill you. I just wanna see what happens next in your fic! Hope you update soon, and keep reviewin' this ficcy!
Any who...stay tuned for my next chappie: Ch. 8: 6. You Know I Hate Attention :::: Bulma and Vegeta are completely oblivious to Yamcha's discovery, Goku and Piccolo have a mental conversation to plan, and now the new couple are confronted by the Ex! What will happen? And why is Goku having a mental breakdown? Could Trunks' existence be put in the balance?
LOL:::I like be the DBZ Announcer person! ^_^
PLZ REMEMBER TO READ AND REVIEW! Ya'll keep me motivated!!!!
Until Next Time,
Ja Ne,
~*Pearl*~
PS: And I'll try my best to update sooner, but school starts for me next week (I go year-round...whoopee...), but I PROMISE I'll do my best to update at least once a week!!!!
Disclaimer: Me: Oi...Vegeta!
Vegeta: What now child?
Me: Tell 'em...
Vegeta: **sigh** Look, she doesn't own DBZ, or me (thankfully)...any lawyers that come around will face the hellish fury of my Final Flash. **insert Veggie smirk**
Me: **sweat drops** Eh...ok...
Ch. 7: 5. Pt. 2: You Know Wild Hearts CAN Be Broken
Vegeta slid down the computer council, resting against the cool metal. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't erase the image of Bulma from his mind. He growled in frustration, infuriated with the way he felt. Why did he feel betrayed? They had no relationship, no promises made. Scowling, he rested his head back, staring at the steel ceiling.
**Knock, knock**
The Prince glared at the door. [~ Am I ever going to have a moment of peace? ~]
"What do you want?"
"Vegeta," it was Bulma. "Can I come in?"
"Go away," he growled back, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. His sensitive hearing picked up her shoes' soft clicks against the floor. The florescent lights were covered by a shadow, obviously the woman was in front of him. She sat down, mimicking his pose: cross-legged with arms crossed. "What's wrong?" she asked in all innocence. Her question was met with silence. " 'Geta-"
"Don't call me that," he warned, eyes open and darting to her startled ones.
"What did I do?!" she all but shrieked.
"Shouldn't you get back to your boyfriend?"
"BOYFRIEND?! What on Earth are you talking about?" Vegeta looked away, growing tired of talking with her.
Bulma frowned. =What's up with him? One minute he's cool and collected, the next he's a rock. And where the heck did he pick up this boyfriend business anyway? = She continued to scan her memory, confused with the whole deal. **BING** A light bulb materialized in her mind's eye. =Yamcha...does he think...but-I-hee hee, looks like Veggie's a lil jealous...= She scooted over next to him, earning a glare, and rested her head on his left shoulder, hugging his arm.
"I see now. Look Veg-head, Yamcha isn't my boyfriend. I'm not his girlfriend. We're through...forever, I guess. He came over to apologize, and I accepted. We've decided to just keep our relationship on a friendship-type thing. Don't worry, it seems as though you're gonna be stuck with me!" She grinned up at him.
"You make that sound like a good thing," he smirked, earning a slap on the arm. "Though I don't like the idea of any fool kissing my Onna."
"Nani? Oh, that!...I kissed him on the cheek silly!"
"Oh," he replied quietly, his cheeks tinting a shade of red.
Bulma smiled. "See? You were getting all worked up over nothing!" Vegeta's stomach interrupted by growling. "**LOL** Guess you'll be wanting a snack, huh?"
Vegeta smirked. "Yes, and be quick about it woman."
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Two boxes of Oreo cookies sat in front of Vegeta in all their glory. Had he been...oh, let's say Goku...he would've inhaled the cookies, box, bag, and all. But he was the Prince of the Saiya-jins, and he definitely had a lot more manners. Speaking of the third-class warrior, his wife had walked in through the door five minutes ago, pad and pencil in had. She and Bulma sat in front of and beside Vegeta, in that order. They chatted on about what to cook for the party the following day.
"We have to have red meat, there's no going around that," stated Chi Chi. "I've got about 150 pounds stocked away in our freezer."
Bulma nodded. "We've got about 200 lbs. You think that'll be enough?"
"Sure! There are going to be other foods here anyway. The question is: what else?"
"Soda, chips, Oooo! And cookies..."
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Vegeta was having his first peaceful dream in years. Unfortunately, he was woken up. He groggily rubbed his eyes, stretching till his stiff body popped it's bones. Sniffing the air, he realized what had jolted him out of dream land...
...food....!
The Prince smirked, walking out of his room, wearing only his PJ pants. The hallway was the perfect spot for smelling the thick aroma of food. He traveled down it, then the stairs, making his way to the kitchen. A frown soon replaced his smirk when he caught sight of the Son family, wife at the stove, boys at the table, drooling like crazy. For a moment, he wondered if he was hallucinating, but his stomach, along with Goku's and Gohan's, spoke, deleting that thought.
"Oh-Morning Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed, pulling eggs and bacon from the fridge. He gave her a nod, taking his seat at the table. Goku and Gohan also greeted him, though they were only met with a glare. Chi Chi turned around, pulling a glass from seemingly thin air, and placed it in front of the ebony-haired Prince. A regal eyebrow rose in confusion. He quickly shrugged it off. [~ You're finally going crazy. Juice doesn't appear out of thin air, baka. Use that God-given brain of yours. Feh, looks like the Earthling air has finally gotten to you. ~]
"Chi Chi, is breakfast ready yet," whined Goku. Vegeta was tempted to knock his head into the next dimension.
"Kakkarot, isn't it obvious? Don't tell me you're that stupid!"
"Vegeta," scolded Bulma. She waved her spatula at him. "Knock it off. Chi and I have got a lot of work to do, and the sooner we feed you, the sooner we can start. So both of you shut up, and breakfast will be ready in a minute. Got it?!"
The three Saiya-jins nodded, not wanting to face the wrath of the angry women. Food began to appear on the table, Bulma and Chi Chi running back and forth from the stove to the table with ease. Everyone began to dish up their food, the boys inhaling it. Empty platters now sat where piles of food once were.
"Everyone happy?" Chi Chi asked.
Goku's stomach growled. "Chi...I'm still hungry."
**THUMP** Chi Chi's frying pan of doom soon met Goku's head.
"GO OUTSIDE AND TRAIN BEFORE I PULL OUT MY OTHER PAN!!" Needless to say, the boys were kicked outside, holding the bumps on their heads from the frying pan.
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"Annoying woman...making me wear these stupid clothes..." Vegeta scowled at his reflection in the mirror. The navy blue button-up shirt and khaki pants were ok with him, but the tie...ugh! He got the knot down (thanks to the helpful instructions on the back of the package), but no matter how careful he was, he always managed to tighten it too much, choking himself every other minute. Finally fed up with the whole mess, he decided to let his pride down and ask for help.
"BULMA!" he bellowed, waiting a few seconds for her response.
"WHAT?" she yelled back, stomping down the hallway towards his room. Opening the door, she stuck her head in, one hand on the door knob, the other holding up the towel that was wrapped around her body. Vegeta didn't turn to look, still trying his luck with the tie.
"I can't get this noose you want me to wear comfortable enough."
"Here, let me fix it." Vegeta turned around, eyes widening when he saw her clad in only a towel. "Onna, you're...not wearing any clothes." Bulma blushed, looking down at her towel.
"I know...but---Do you want me to fix the tie or what?"
He nodded. "Just put a robe on. No telling what might happen if you let go of that." He pointed at the towel, then handed her his robe, turning his back towards her so she could put it on.
"Ok, all done," she tossed the towel on a chair. "Hmm...let's see..." A few minutes later, she stepped back, looking him over. "**sigh** That tie makes you look way too formal."
"I could've told you that," he mumbled, looking at the mirror.
Bulma stepped in front of him, undoing the tie and sliding it off of his neck. She then un-did the first two buttons, giving a glimpse of his muscular chest. "Much better," she said, grinning.
"Much," he replied. "I can actually breathe."
The blue-haired woman giggled, looking him over again. "Ya know, you look really good in these clothes. Much better than your training gi."
Vegeta smirked. "Well, my robe looks good on you."
Bulma blushed, watching Vegeta wrap his arms around her waist. He touched her nose with his own. "You'd better get dressed before all those people show up. I don't think the Harpy Onna would appreciate you parading around in front of her brat in a robe."
"Hmm, I agree." She gave him a quick kiss. "See ya later, bad man." Giggling, she walked out of the room.
"Ha ha ha....you're so funny...." he sarcastically muttered. Offering a final smirk her way, he followed her path, out of his room.
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Idly standing in a far corner, Vegeta watched the group of warriors with a wary eye. The party had gone smoothly for the most part. Krillin had shown up with his new girlfriend, Tracy, and introduced her to the whole gang. She seemed sweet, keeping conversation with those around her, but she also seemed shy. Whenever someone else addressed her, she blushed, keeping her eyes down towards the ground. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Her humility was driving him insane. He was much more used to Bulma's forward boldness, something he definitely liked about his Onna. [~ My Onna...hmm...not so bad now that I think of it.... ~] He chuckled quietly, pushing of the wall to go to the kitchen.
Chi Chi whooshed by him, platter of drinks balanced perfectly. The swinging door kept moving back and forth, taking less of the distance each time. It finally stood still, only to be hit again by the fast Earthling. "Woman, where's Bulma?"
She stopped momentarily to see who had slowed her down. "Bulma will be back in a minute, she's pulling some more snacks out of the pantry." No sooner had she finished her sentence, the lady in question came back, bags of chips, pretzels, and cookies in hand. "You were lookin' for me V-chan?" She grabbed three bowls, emptying the contents into each.
"I-"
"Bulma, Yamcha wants more Coke."
"Right," the Capsule Corp. vice president answered, grabbing a bottle and leaving the kitchen. Vegeta glared at the door, then Chi Chi's back, who was busy with one of many woks at the stove. Bulma rushed in, having taken the snack bowls in when refilling Yamcha's drink. "I'm sorry Vegeta. But I'm kinda busy. What did you want?"
"Its just that I haven't-"
"Hey guys, when is dinner gonna be ready?"
The three occupants of the kitchen whirled around to face Yajarobi, who had been invited to the party out of sheer politeness. Bulma fixed him with one of her best glares. "Look Yajarobi, we're doing the best we can!"
"But I'm hungry! I didn't have lunch!"
Chi Chi scowled. "Then eat a few snacks."
"Eh," he shuffled his feet, looking down at them with shiny eyes, "I did...most of the snacks..." Bulma's eye twitched. She slowly turned towards Vegeta. "Vegeta..."
He raised his hands up defensively. "I didn't do anything!"
"I know, but would you mind kicking Yajarobi out of the kitchen?"
"Gladly," Vegeta responded, smirking as he marched towards the fat Samurai. "Heh heh...hey Vegeta! Buddy, pal, amigo, brother...!" He ran as fast his legs could carry him out of the kitchen.
"Thanks Geta!" Bulma kissed him on the cheek. Chi Chi sighed. "I'm going to go sit for a few minutes. Just let everything cook by itself. It'll all be done soon." Bulma nodded, watching the woman walk out of the kitchen.
"Now, you've been trying to tell me something...?" She asked, turning towards him.
"Yeah, this..." He grabbed her by her waist, kissing her.
(((Living Room)))
Yamcha looked at his empty glass. For some reason, he had been as dry as the desert. He stood up, deciding it was best to drink water instead. He barely avoided getting knocked upside the head by the door as Chi Chi walked out, taking a seat by her family. The scarred warrior let out a sigh, no need to have a black eye before his big date for tomorrow. He opened his mouth to ask for water, only to close it, deciding not to interrupt Bulma's conversation, having had experience from the many times he had done so.
"Now, you've been trying to tell me something...?"
"Yeah, this..."
Yamcha's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. :::Did they just...? But...that's Vegeta!!::: He turned around in the doorway, letting the door swing close behind him. Vegeta...Bulma...kissing...like THAT?!?!? He sat down beside Krillin, still in shock. The slightly younger man looked at his friend. "Yamcha, are you alright?"
"Vegeta...Bulma..."
"What are you talking about?" Krillin asked. By now, everyone in the room was looking at him. "They were...kissing..."
Goku choked on his mouthful of pretzels, the football game on the TV momentarily forgotten. He shot a glance in Piccolo's direction, who looked calm on the outside. Piccolo looked at him from the corner of his eye. ^Uh oh, looks like we got trouble...^ The Saiya-jin thought, looking at the kitchen door.
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Hee Hee...don't ya just luv these cliffy's? And Goku choking on the pretzels ^_^. I was gonna have him stutter and try to cover for Bulma and Veggie for Trunks' sake, but I might leave that for the next chapter. ^_~ OH! Special shout out to the following peeps!:
FariesHope: I have followed your Command, now I command you to review! LOL! ^_^ BTW: Thanxz for reviewing my old Old OLD ficcy...that was my first one-shot/song-fic, and I didn't like it much. But you've made me start to like it again! ^_~
afk: Thanxz for the long review! They are always welcomed. Now that you know what happened to poor Veggie-kun, you can get ready for the next chappie! Thanx again and keep reviewing plz!
Dayrin Blooddragon: I'm glad you found my fic again, and now it is finally updated AGAIN! I luv ur fic too, and NO: I'm not one of those peeps out to kill you. I just wanna see what happens next in your fic! Hope you update soon, and keep reviewin' this ficcy!
Any who...stay tuned for my next chappie: Ch. 8: 6. You Know I Hate Attention :::: Bulma and Vegeta are completely oblivious to Yamcha's discovery, Goku and Piccolo have a mental conversation to plan, and now the new couple are confronted by the Ex! What will happen? And why is Goku having a mental breakdown? Could Trunks' existence be put in the balance?
LOL:::I like be the DBZ Announcer person! ^_^
PLZ REMEMBER TO READ AND REVIEW! Ya'll keep me motivated!!!!
Until Next Time,
Ja Ne,
~*Pearl*~
PS: And I'll try my best to update sooner, but school starts for me next week (I go year-round...whoopee...), but I PROMISE I'll do my best to update at least once a week!!!!