A/N: School...what more can I say? I've had mucho homework this whole
week, but thankfully the weekend is here and now I can do this chappie!!!
YAY! Now I get to torture not only Bulma and Veggie, but Goku and Piccolo
too! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-**begins to cough**-...I'm ok...
Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ, then Vegeta would play the major hero for once, and Goku wouldn't have died during the Cell Saga...and Bulma would be my best friend!! ^_^.......but I don't own it...**bawls**.......
Ch. 8: 6. You Know I Hate Attention
Black eyes shifted from one person to another. All in the room seemed to soak up the information. Tracy smiled. "That's so sweet!" she exclaimed, giving Krillin's hand a squeeze. The bald-headed warrior shook his head. "You don't get it! Vegeta is a complete jerk. He tried to k-"
"Kick our butts in football!" shouted Goku. He had stood up. No need for the completely innocent and oblivious Earthling to know about Vegeta's past. Saying "kill" could cause major problems...as if they didn't already have any!
Krillin raised an eyebrow in Goku's direction. //Has he finally cracked?// he though, giving Goku a once-over. //Nah, he's always been like that...// Tracy looked at Goku. "He's a jerk just cuz he beat you in football? You guys take sports WAY to seriously!" The Senshi in the room sweat-dropped. Why bother to explain? Goku sat next to Piccolo while the others went on with their previous conversation. He rest his chin in his hand, elbow on knee.
^Just great. Vegeta will be so ticked when he finds out that everyone knows he's fallen for Bulma...^
\\\Goku, can you hear me?\\\
^Piccolo? Wow, we can actually talk like this? COOL!^
A mental sweat drop appeared from Piccolo.
\\\What are we going to do about Bulma and Vegeta? The minute our "ally" finds out, he'll probably leave for space.\\\
^Yeah, I know. And we can't have that happen or else Trunks will never be born, and we'll be one strong fighter short for the Androids. I guess we'll have to cover for him.^
\\\How? Think about it...Yamcha saw it. He's bound to pester Bulma about it when she comes out of the kitchen.\\\
^We've just gotta keep Yamcha away from Bulma. The others don't seem nosey enough to bother about it, and I think Chi Chi has an idea of something going on between the two of them...so that's one less thing to worry about.^
\\\Very well then, you go keep Yamcha away from them, and I'll tell them to wait until later to be...affectionate-\\\
^NO!^
Piccolo flinched.
^Sorry...its just that you don't know Vegeta like I do, and he'd probably just tell you to mind your own business and blast you with a Final Flash. I'll talk to them, and you keep Yamcha busy.^
\\\How?\\\
^Spar with him, talk, I dunno! Just give me five minutes to prepare them for serious questioning.^
\\\Fine.\\\ Piccolo closed the connection and stood up, walking over to the scarred warrior. Yamcha nodded and the two went outside, apparently to spar. Goku gulped knowing that Vegeta, and especially Bulma, could be pretty scary when they were angry. He said a quick and silent prayer, slowly making his way towards the kitchen door. No one seemed to notice his departure.
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Vegeta's fingers slid through Bulma's silky soft hair. At the moment, he was content, and he knew that if he died that day, he would die a happy man. He had just finished expressing the way he felt about his Onna, though he also admitted that he couldn't quite understand these emotions, as new and foreign as they were to him. Bulma sighed, arms wrapped around Vegeta's torso, happiness seeping through her veins. She had never, EVER felt this way about anybody before. A soft giggle was surpressed. Poor V- chan, he just couldn't handle these emotions. With a little patience and time, she knew she would be able to get him to open up. Hopefully, no one would ruin it....
"Eh, Bulma, Vegeta..."
=Spoke to soon...=
She braced herself for Vegeta's shove to the side, but found herself mildly surprised when he wrapped his arms around her.
"What is it Kakkarot?"
"Umm...well-you see, it's like this-" The third class warrior looked at his work boots. The air seemed too thin, his throat too dry. ^/Quit your stalling!!!/^ His mind screamed at him; strangely enough, it sounded like a mix of Piccolo, Vegeta, Bulma, and Chi Chi...one scary combo.
"Yamcha saw you guys."
An elegant blue eyebrow raised slightly. "He's seen you too. What gives?"
"No...I mean...he walked in on you guys while you were..."
"...kissing...?" The couple asked, clearly confused.
"Yeah," Goku muttered. "He walked back to the TV room and announced it as though the world ended. Which, I guess for him, it kinda did." Shiny black eyes looked into crystal-clear blue ones, then to the Prince's hard gaze. His arms dropped slowly to his sides, Bulma's doing the same. For a moment, it seemed as though time had stood still. Finally, Vegeta turned on his heel, and left towards the back door.
"Vegeta! Wait!" Goku exclaimed, using Instant Transmission to block the warrior's path.
"Let me by Kakkarot," he growled through clenched teeth.
"Just hold on! They think Yamcha has had one too many to drink. Your precious pride is still safe," he stated, taking a serious tone with his last sentence. Vegeta's eyes widened slightly before narrowing again.
"What do you know of pride? You've grown up in the safe comforts of some backwater planet that has the occasional would-be ruler of the universe land on it."
"Why does it bother you so much to admit that you care about somebody?!" Goku yelled, no longer caring if the others heard.
Bulma stood by the table, gripping the nearest chair until her knuckles were white. She could see Vegeta's muscles start to flex, the back of his neck turning a slightly pink hue. He cracked his knuckles, keeping his hands in fists. =Please don't fight...not over this....not now.....=
"I..." Vegeta stated before taking a gulp, "I care about no one. My only goal is to become stronger, beat those stupid tin cans, and to kick your carcass around...nothing more, nothing less. Your human-petty emotions are holding me back from attaining the Legendary status. Neither you, or Bulma, or anyone else on this mud-ball will keep me from what is rightfully mine. Now, get out of my way before I loose my temper."
Goku's eyes had widened to twenty times their normal size. How could he stand there and lie like that? It was plainer than the nose on his face that Vegeta had feelings for Bulma. But the Saiya-jin sighed, taking a step to his left. Vegeta gripped the doorknob, twisting it softly before yanking it open.
"Lying will only make matters worse Vegeta. Emotions make people stronger. It's that one driving force that has you use the last unit of ki to save someone you care for. It's what makes you break the barrier between Saiya- jin and Super Saiya-jin...it let's you live." With that said, Goku walked towards the swinging door, stopping beside Bulma, though not looking at her.
"He doesn't mean it B-chan. It'll be one long struggle for him. But don't worry," he whispered, turning to look at her. "He'll pull through." One last glance was offered towards the Prince's back who still stood in the doorway. "He'll pull through," he said again, walking out the door into the TV room.
*************************************************************************** *********** Ouchies...that didn't go quite as planned. But with all this AP homework and what-not, I've been having to push my baby to the side. No need to fear! This baby ficcy will make it! I'll make sure of it!!!!!!
Special Shout out to: (drum roll plz.......):::
Faries Hope: Yup, V-chan is mad alright. But the question is: Will he stay mad??? Hmmmmmm...thanx for the review, and keep on R&R-ing!!!
Eclipse75: I have updated! TAH DAH! ^_^ Hee Hee...it's been a while since I've heard from you! Keep Reading and Reviewing---you make me feel luved!
Kat421: Cliffy's evil??! Well, here's another one! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! ^_~ Can't resist! My dear friend Kat, you have been faithful at that, plz keep on reviewin, and I'll keep on updatin (so the last part didn't rhyme, sue me! Then again....don't....-_-;;;;;;)
SSDayrin Blooddragon: So, you didn't review this fic, but you reviewed my first post "He's My Son"! Coolness! No, I'm not going to add another chap. You're right, it's fine the way it is. I will, however, make another songfic later on, for those times when I have writer's block with this ficcy. We'll see....
Again, thanx to all who reviewed and PLZ PLZ keep reviewing, it really does keep me motivated!!!! Preview time!!!!!!:::: Ch. 9: 7. You're Keeping Me From My Birthright:::::: Vegeta ponders (big word O_o) Goku's words, Bulma wonders if Vegeta really is THE one, Goku tries to blow off some steam, and everyone really DOES think Yamcha has had one too many. Our fav Prince is thinking about training in space for a month. What consequences can it bring?!?!? ***gasp*** Could this fic go AU!?!!?!?!?.......
.........PSHHHHHT! PLEASE!.........
((insert after ***gasp***)) Will Veggie leave? Or will he reconcile with Bulma? Another sweet yet sad moment on the way! Stay tuned!!!!
Until Next Time,
Ja Ne,
~*Pearl*~
Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ, then Vegeta would play the major hero for once, and Goku wouldn't have died during the Cell Saga...and Bulma would be my best friend!! ^_^.......but I don't own it...**bawls**.......
Ch. 8: 6. You Know I Hate Attention
Black eyes shifted from one person to another. All in the room seemed to soak up the information. Tracy smiled. "That's so sweet!" she exclaimed, giving Krillin's hand a squeeze. The bald-headed warrior shook his head. "You don't get it! Vegeta is a complete jerk. He tried to k-"
"Kick our butts in football!" shouted Goku. He had stood up. No need for the completely innocent and oblivious Earthling to know about Vegeta's past. Saying "kill" could cause major problems...as if they didn't already have any!
Krillin raised an eyebrow in Goku's direction. //Has he finally cracked?// he though, giving Goku a once-over. //Nah, he's always been like that...// Tracy looked at Goku. "He's a jerk just cuz he beat you in football? You guys take sports WAY to seriously!" The Senshi in the room sweat-dropped. Why bother to explain? Goku sat next to Piccolo while the others went on with their previous conversation. He rest his chin in his hand, elbow on knee.
^Just great. Vegeta will be so ticked when he finds out that everyone knows he's fallen for Bulma...^
\\\Goku, can you hear me?\\\
^Piccolo? Wow, we can actually talk like this? COOL!^
A mental sweat drop appeared from Piccolo.
\\\What are we going to do about Bulma and Vegeta? The minute our "ally" finds out, he'll probably leave for space.\\\
^Yeah, I know. And we can't have that happen or else Trunks will never be born, and we'll be one strong fighter short for the Androids. I guess we'll have to cover for him.^
\\\How? Think about it...Yamcha saw it. He's bound to pester Bulma about it when she comes out of the kitchen.\\\
^We've just gotta keep Yamcha away from Bulma. The others don't seem nosey enough to bother about it, and I think Chi Chi has an idea of something going on between the two of them...so that's one less thing to worry about.^
\\\Very well then, you go keep Yamcha away from them, and I'll tell them to wait until later to be...affectionate-\\\
^NO!^
Piccolo flinched.
^Sorry...its just that you don't know Vegeta like I do, and he'd probably just tell you to mind your own business and blast you with a Final Flash. I'll talk to them, and you keep Yamcha busy.^
\\\How?\\\
^Spar with him, talk, I dunno! Just give me five minutes to prepare them for serious questioning.^
\\\Fine.\\\ Piccolo closed the connection and stood up, walking over to the scarred warrior. Yamcha nodded and the two went outside, apparently to spar. Goku gulped knowing that Vegeta, and especially Bulma, could be pretty scary when they were angry. He said a quick and silent prayer, slowly making his way towards the kitchen door. No one seemed to notice his departure.
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Vegeta's fingers slid through Bulma's silky soft hair. At the moment, he was content, and he knew that if he died that day, he would die a happy man. He had just finished expressing the way he felt about his Onna, though he also admitted that he couldn't quite understand these emotions, as new and foreign as they were to him. Bulma sighed, arms wrapped around Vegeta's torso, happiness seeping through her veins. She had never, EVER felt this way about anybody before. A soft giggle was surpressed. Poor V- chan, he just couldn't handle these emotions. With a little patience and time, she knew she would be able to get him to open up. Hopefully, no one would ruin it....
"Eh, Bulma, Vegeta..."
=Spoke to soon...=
She braced herself for Vegeta's shove to the side, but found herself mildly surprised when he wrapped his arms around her.
"What is it Kakkarot?"
"Umm...well-you see, it's like this-" The third class warrior looked at his work boots. The air seemed too thin, his throat too dry. ^/Quit your stalling!!!/^ His mind screamed at him; strangely enough, it sounded like a mix of Piccolo, Vegeta, Bulma, and Chi Chi...one scary combo.
"Yamcha saw you guys."
An elegant blue eyebrow raised slightly. "He's seen you too. What gives?"
"No...I mean...he walked in on you guys while you were..."
"...kissing...?" The couple asked, clearly confused.
"Yeah," Goku muttered. "He walked back to the TV room and announced it as though the world ended. Which, I guess for him, it kinda did." Shiny black eyes looked into crystal-clear blue ones, then to the Prince's hard gaze. His arms dropped slowly to his sides, Bulma's doing the same. For a moment, it seemed as though time had stood still. Finally, Vegeta turned on his heel, and left towards the back door.
"Vegeta! Wait!" Goku exclaimed, using Instant Transmission to block the warrior's path.
"Let me by Kakkarot," he growled through clenched teeth.
"Just hold on! They think Yamcha has had one too many to drink. Your precious pride is still safe," he stated, taking a serious tone with his last sentence. Vegeta's eyes widened slightly before narrowing again.
"What do you know of pride? You've grown up in the safe comforts of some backwater planet that has the occasional would-be ruler of the universe land on it."
"Why does it bother you so much to admit that you care about somebody?!" Goku yelled, no longer caring if the others heard.
Bulma stood by the table, gripping the nearest chair until her knuckles were white. She could see Vegeta's muscles start to flex, the back of his neck turning a slightly pink hue. He cracked his knuckles, keeping his hands in fists. =Please don't fight...not over this....not now.....=
"I..." Vegeta stated before taking a gulp, "I care about no one. My only goal is to become stronger, beat those stupid tin cans, and to kick your carcass around...nothing more, nothing less. Your human-petty emotions are holding me back from attaining the Legendary status. Neither you, or Bulma, or anyone else on this mud-ball will keep me from what is rightfully mine. Now, get out of my way before I loose my temper."
Goku's eyes had widened to twenty times their normal size. How could he stand there and lie like that? It was plainer than the nose on his face that Vegeta had feelings for Bulma. But the Saiya-jin sighed, taking a step to his left. Vegeta gripped the doorknob, twisting it softly before yanking it open.
"Lying will only make matters worse Vegeta. Emotions make people stronger. It's that one driving force that has you use the last unit of ki to save someone you care for. It's what makes you break the barrier between Saiya- jin and Super Saiya-jin...it let's you live." With that said, Goku walked towards the swinging door, stopping beside Bulma, though not looking at her.
"He doesn't mean it B-chan. It'll be one long struggle for him. But don't worry," he whispered, turning to look at her. "He'll pull through." One last glance was offered towards the Prince's back who still stood in the doorway. "He'll pull through," he said again, walking out the door into the TV room.
*************************************************************************** *********** Ouchies...that didn't go quite as planned. But with all this AP homework and what-not, I've been having to push my baby to the side. No need to fear! This baby ficcy will make it! I'll make sure of it!!!!!!
Special Shout out to: (drum roll plz.......):::
Faries Hope: Yup, V-chan is mad alright. But the question is: Will he stay mad??? Hmmmmmm...thanx for the review, and keep on R&R-ing!!!
Eclipse75: I have updated! TAH DAH! ^_^ Hee Hee...it's been a while since I've heard from you! Keep Reading and Reviewing---you make me feel luved!
Kat421: Cliffy's evil??! Well, here's another one! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! ^_~ Can't resist! My dear friend Kat, you have been faithful at that, plz keep on reviewin, and I'll keep on updatin (so the last part didn't rhyme, sue me! Then again....don't....-_-;;;;;;)
SSDayrin Blooddragon: So, you didn't review this fic, but you reviewed my first post "He's My Son"! Coolness! No, I'm not going to add another chap. You're right, it's fine the way it is. I will, however, make another songfic later on, for those times when I have writer's block with this ficcy. We'll see....
Again, thanx to all who reviewed and PLZ PLZ keep reviewing, it really does keep me motivated!!!! Preview time!!!!!!:::: Ch. 9: 7. You're Keeping Me From My Birthright:::::: Vegeta ponders (big word O_o) Goku's words, Bulma wonders if Vegeta really is THE one, Goku tries to blow off some steam, and everyone really DOES think Yamcha has had one too many. Our fav Prince is thinking about training in space for a month. What consequences can it bring?!?!? ***gasp*** Could this fic go AU!?!!?!?!?.......
.........PSHHHHHT! PLEASE!.........
((insert after ***gasp***)) Will Veggie leave? Or will he reconcile with Bulma? Another sweet yet sad moment on the way! Stay tuned!!!!
Until Next Time,
Ja Ne,
~*Pearl*~