In the Eyes of a Hunter
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 4 - Days To Remember
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
Three and a half months later.
"Are you ready yet, Vegeta??" Bulma called up from the foot of the stairs.
Vegeta made his way down the hallway but was not visible yet. "Stop nagging me, woman!" He came around the corner and started down the starts.
"Well do you want us to be late and miss this ship?" she asked with her fists on her hips, staring up at him as he came downstairs.
He stopped on the last step and looked up from the floor to her. "Unless you want me to wear my training boots, we can't leave until I find my shoes!" He glanced around the living room from where he stood before sighing angrily and going back upstairs.
Bulma turned away from the stairs, letting out a quiet sigh as she walked outside to the front yard. She looked up at the deep blue sky and closed her eyes as a soft, gentle breeze blew through her hair. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud bellow, from her frustrated husband, through the open windows to their bedroom. She turned as he stormed out onto the balcony and looked down at her.
"Woman! I can't find those blasted shoes of mine! Why can't I just wear what I want to? I look a whole lot better in training clothes anyway!" he shouted from the high balcony. He stood with his hands on the banister, wearing blue jeans and a yellow long-sleeved shirt. A vein from his frustration was apparent on his forehead.
Bulma stared back up at her husband and cupped her hands around her mouth. "No! I see you in those darn training clothes all the time! I want to see you in something nice for a change, especially for our anniversary!"
Vegeta let out a growl and stomped back into the room.
Bulma lowered her arms and walked back inside just as Trunks leaped over the stairway banister to the living room floor, landing with a loud thud.
"Trunks! How many time have I told you not to do that??" Bulma scolded him from the doorway.
Trunks jerked to a stop and turned to look at his mother. "Ah! Sorry Mom! Dad just told me to get down here and look for his shoes."
Bulma sighed. "All right. It's ok." She turned and walked over to the couch, sitting down. She leaned back and stared up at the ceiling.
Trunks stared at his mother for another minute before browsing around the large living room for his father's misplaced shoes.
Breaking the silence, Bulma sat up and looked at her son. "Trunks, while I'm thinking of it I want to go over what I expect to happen while we're gone."
Trunks, who had his back to her at the time, straightened up and rolled his eyes before turning around. He crossed the room and stood a few feet in front of her in silence.
She stood up and folded her arms. "We're leaving you in charge, Trunks. I don't want you running this place like a madhouse while we're gone. You got that?"
"Yes, Mother." He replied boredly. After hearing every possible rule for the house, while the parents are gone, about a hundred times, Trunks could practically hear what she was saying before she even said it.
"I mean it, Trunks. Now, when we get back," she paused and raised her voice, directing it towards the top of the stairs, "that is, if we ever get GOING," she lowered her voice again and looked back at Trunks, "I want this house to be clean. Mainly keep the kitchen straightened up and I want the floors vacuumed too."
"Yeah, all right." He then looked up at her hopefully. "Can Goten come over to spend the night?"
Bulma shrugged a little. "That's fine with me. He can come over on two conditions. One, he can't keep you from making sure the house gets cleaned. Two, don't terrorize your sister. Oh and if Bra wants Pan to come over since Goten is, that's fine too."
"Great! Thanks Mom! And don't worry, the house will me clean by the time you come home."
Bulma smiled. "Good." She turned her attention past Trunks to the stairs when she saw Bra coming down slowly. "Hey honey." She walked over to her. "Something wrong?" she asked, noting the saddened look on her face.
"No." Bra answered quietly.
Just then, Vegeta came around the corner with the same frustrated look on his face.
Bulma looked up at him, noticing his shoes. "Well I see you finally found them."
Vegeta answered angrily "Yes, I found them." He brushed past the two, muttering something under his breath.
"Well we better get going, now." Bulma said, ruffling Trunks hair with a chuckle.
Trunks cringed under his mother's hand. "Ugh, Mom." He sighed, straightening his hair back out.
Bra ran up and hugged her mother tight. "I don't want you to go for so long." She wailed.
Bulma smiled a little and ran a hand through Bra's soft hair. "Don't worry, Bra. It's not as long as you think. We'll be back before you know it. In the meantime, I just need you and your brother to get along, ok?"
Bra looked up at her and smiled too. "Ok. I'll try."
"Good girl." She said and straightened up.
"Come ON, Woman." Vegeta called from the door with his arms folded and his fingers drumming impatiently on his upper arm.
Bulma turned around and glared at him. "Oh, now you're rushing -me-!" She sighed. "Ok, hold on." She crossed the room and grabbed her purse off the coffee table. "You got all the luggage?" she asked as she walked over to him.
"Of course. It's all out in the car, no thanks to you." He answered and opened the door, walking on out to the car.
Bulma just rolled her eyes and looked back at Trunks and Bra. "We'll see you two in a few weeks. Behave yourselves while we're gone. Bye!" She turned and walked out the door, closing it behind her and locking it.
Vegeta stood next to the car and watched Bulma, who stood a few feet away from him, waving goodbye to Trunks and Bra, who now stood on Trunks's bedroom balcony.
"Goodbye! I love you both! We'll miss you!" Bulma yelled up to them.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad! Have fun!" Trunks called down with a wide grin. He was excited about the next three weeks without his parents around.
Bra, however, held back tears and waved slowly. "Bye Mommy. Bye Daddy."
"Don't forget what I told you, Trunks!"
"Don't worry, Mom. Everything will be fine. I've got everything under control. Just go and have a great time!"
Bulma turned around and walked to the car. "I hate to leave the kids by themselves like this, Vegeta. I just don't feel right about something."
Vegeta grunted. "Don't worry about it. Trunks is a tough boy. He can take care of things around the house for a few weeks." He walked to the driver's side and got in.
Bulma opened the door and got in the passenger side. "I know." She replied with a sigh. "I just have a bad feeling." She looked back up, through the car window, at her children, noting the look of sadness on Bra's face and smiled sweetly. "Poor Bra. I see that Bra hid your shoes only because she didn't want us to leave. That's understandable."
"Hmph. A pain in the butt is what I call it." He responded, but inwardly, he half-smiled at the thought as he started the car and backed up, driving away.
It didn't take too long before they arrived at the dock to board the cruise ship. Vegeta finally found a parking spot and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He glanced at Bulma, who was eagerly unbuckling her seatbelt before jumping out of the car. He chuckled quietly at her enthusiasm and got out as well.
Bulma held her clasped hands up to her mouth and gazed happily at the enormous and -quite- luxurious cruise ship. Her eyes sparkled in excitement. She then heard the slam of the car's back door and spun around to see Vegeta standing amongst several bags of luggage. Her wide grin remained as she walked back over to him, grabbing up a few of the smaller bags. "Can you get the rest?" she chuckled. "They won't be too heavy for you, will they?"
Vegeta smirked at her sarcasm and lifted the remaining three bags with ease.
They then walked across the vast docking area and boarded the ship. After getting their tickets checked going through the security procedures, they finally found their room number. Once inside, Vegeta shut the door with his foot and locked it for safe keeping, then plopped their luggage on the floor against the wall.
Bulma came back from around the corner after looking around the large room. "Oh, Vegeta, it's beautiful!" She ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck.
He returned the embrace and smiled. "It's just the two of us for three whole weeks without a singe brat to worry about." He smirked and pulled his yellow shirt over his head. He'd been aching to get rid of it all morning. "What do you have planned?" he asked as he tossed the shirt across the room.
Bulma looked at him playfully, giving him a smirk of her own. She ran a finger up his chest, following the curved muscles that were so firm, yet his skin was soft. "Oh, I don't know. I was hoping you would have come up with something." She continued running her finger up to his neck, following his jawbone around to his ear and whispered. "You know I love you, Vegeta. You really do give me the reason for living."
This sent shivers up his spine, as he stood rigid. How long he had wanted to hear those words.
Bulma then placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her even closer as they fell into a deep, passionate kiss.
Vegeta put his hands on her back and pulled her into him more, as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. She giggled quietly in her throat as he picked her up, not breaking the kiss, and carried her over to bed. He didn't think he could ever have forgotten this sensation, but it had been so long. He did have plans. He had planned to make this night, as well as the rest of their anniversary, something to remember.
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 4 - Days To Remember
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
Three and a half months later.
"Are you ready yet, Vegeta??" Bulma called up from the foot of the stairs.
Vegeta made his way down the hallway but was not visible yet. "Stop nagging me, woman!" He came around the corner and started down the starts.
"Well do you want us to be late and miss this ship?" she asked with her fists on her hips, staring up at him as he came downstairs.
He stopped on the last step and looked up from the floor to her. "Unless you want me to wear my training boots, we can't leave until I find my shoes!" He glanced around the living room from where he stood before sighing angrily and going back upstairs.
Bulma turned away from the stairs, letting out a quiet sigh as she walked outside to the front yard. She looked up at the deep blue sky and closed her eyes as a soft, gentle breeze blew through her hair. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud bellow, from her frustrated husband, through the open windows to their bedroom. She turned as he stormed out onto the balcony and looked down at her.
"Woman! I can't find those blasted shoes of mine! Why can't I just wear what I want to? I look a whole lot better in training clothes anyway!" he shouted from the high balcony. He stood with his hands on the banister, wearing blue jeans and a yellow long-sleeved shirt. A vein from his frustration was apparent on his forehead.
Bulma stared back up at her husband and cupped her hands around her mouth. "No! I see you in those darn training clothes all the time! I want to see you in something nice for a change, especially for our anniversary!"
Vegeta let out a growl and stomped back into the room.
Bulma lowered her arms and walked back inside just as Trunks leaped over the stairway banister to the living room floor, landing with a loud thud.
"Trunks! How many time have I told you not to do that??" Bulma scolded him from the doorway.
Trunks jerked to a stop and turned to look at his mother. "Ah! Sorry Mom! Dad just told me to get down here and look for his shoes."
Bulma sighed. "All right. It's ok." She turned and walked over to the couch, sitting down. She leaned back and stared up at the ceiling.
Trunks stared at his mother for another minute before browsing around the large living room for his father's misplaced shoes.
Breaking the silence, Bulma sat up and looked at her son. "Trunks, while I'm thinking of it I want to go over what I expect to happen while we're gone."
Trunks, who had his back to her at the time, straightened up and rolled his eyes before turning around. He crossed the room and stood a few feet in front of her in silence.
She stood up and folded her arms. "We're leaving you in charge, Trunks. I don't want you running this place like a madhouse while we're gone. You got that?"
"Yes, Mother." He replied boredly. After hearing every possible rule for the house, while the parents are gone, about a hundred times, Trunks could practically hear what she was saying before she even said it.
"I mean it, Trunks. Now, when we get back," she paused and raised her voice, directing it towards the top of the stairs, "that is, if we ever get GOING," she lowered her voice again and looked back at Trunks, "I want this house to be clean. Mainly keep the kitchen straightened up and I want the floors vacuumed too."
"Yeah, all right." He then looked up at her hopefully. "Can Goten come over to spend the night?"
Bulma shrugged a little. "That's fine with me. He can come over on two conditions. One, he can't keep you from making sure the house gets cleaned. Two, don't terrorize your sister. Oh and if Bra wants Pan to come over since Goten is, that's fine too."
"Great! Thanks Mom! And don't worry, the house will me clean by the time you come home."
Bulma smiled. "Good." She turned her attention past Trunks to the stairs when she saw Bra coming down slowly. "Hey honey." She walked over to her. "Something wrong?" she asked, noting the saddened look on her face.
"No." Bra answered quietly.
Just then, Vegeta came around the corner with the same frustrated look on his face.
Bulma looked up at him, noticing his shoes. "Well I see you finally found them."
Vegeta answered angrily "Yes, I found them." He brushed past the two, muttering something under his breath.
"Well we better get going, now." Bulma said, ruffling Trunks hair with a chuckle.
Trunks cringed under his mother's hand. "Ugh, Mom." He sighed, straightening his hair back out.
Bra ran up and hugged her mother tight. "I don't want you to go for so long." She wailed.
Bulma smiled a little and ran a hand through Bra's soft hair. "Don't worry, Bra. It's not as long as you think. We'll be back before you know it. In the meantime, I just need you and your brother to get along, ok?"
Bra looked up at her and smiled too. "Ok. I'll try."
"Good girl." She said and straightened up.
"Come ON, Woman." Vegeta called from the door with his arms folded and his fingers drumming impatiently on his upper arm.
Bulma turned around and glared at him. "Oh, now you're rushing -me-!" She sighed. "Ok, hold on." She crossed the room and grabbed her purse off the coffee table. "You got all the luggage?" she asked as she walked over to him.
"Of course. It's all out in the car, no thanks to you." He answered and opened the door, walking on out to the car.
Bulma just rolled her eyes and looked back at Trunks and Bra. "We'll see you two in a few weeks. Behave yourselves while we're gone. Bye!" She turned and walked out the door, closing it behind her and locking it.
Vegeta stood next to the car and watched Bulma, who stood a few feet away from him, waving goodbye to Trunks and Bra, who now stood on Trunks's bedroom balcony.
"Goodbye! I love you both! We'll miss you!" Bulma yelled up to them.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad! Have fun!" Trunks called down with a wide grin. He was excited about the next three weeks without his parents around.
Bra, however, held back tears and waved slowly. "Bye Mommy. Bye Daddy."
"Don't forget what I told you, Trunks!"
"Don't worry, Mom. Everything will be fine. I've got everything under control. Just go and have a great time!"
Bulma turned around and walked to the car. "I hate to leave the kids by themselves like this, Vegeta. I just don't feel right about something."
Vegeta grunted. "Don't worry about it. Trunks is a tough boy. He can take care of things around the house for a few weeks." He walked to the driver's side and got in.
Bulma opened the door and got in the passenger side. "I know." She replied with a sigh. "I just have a bad feeling." She looked back up, through the car window, at her children, noting the look of sadness on Bra's face and smiled sweetly. "Poor Bra. I see that Bra hid your shoes only because she didn't want us to leave. That's understandable."
"Hmph. A pain in the butt is what I call it." He responded, but inwardly, he half-smiled at the thought as he started the car and backed up, driving away.
It didn't take too long before they arrived at the dock to board the cruise ship. Vegeta finally found a parking spot and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He glanced at Bulma, who was eagerly unbuckling her seatbelt before jumping out of the car. He chuckled quietly at her enthusiasm and got out as well.
Bulma held her clasped hands up to her mouth and gazed happily at the enormous and -quite- luxurious cruise ship. Her eyes sparkled in excitement. She then heard the slam of the car's back door and spun around to see Vegeta standing amongst several bags of luggage. Her wide grin remained as she walked back over to him, grabbing up a few of the smaller bags. "Can you get the rest?" she chuckled. "They won't be too heavy for you, will they?"
Vegeta smirked at her sarcasm and lifted the remaining three bags with ease.
They then walked across the vast docking area and boarded the ship. After getting their tickets checked going through the security procedures, they finally found their room number. Once inside, Vegeta shut the door with his foot and locked it for safe keeping, then plopped their luggage on the floor against the wall.
Bulma came back from around the corner after looking around the large room. "Oh, Vegeta, it's beautiful!" She ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck.
He returned the embrace and smiled. "It's just the two of us for three whole weeks without a singe brat to worry about." He smirked and pulled his yellow shirt over his head. He'd been aching to get rid of it all morning. "What do you have planned?" he asked as he tossed the shirt across the room.
Bulma looked at him playfully, giving him a smirk of her own. She ran a finger up his chest, following the curved muscles that were so firm, yet his skin was soft. "Oh, I don't know. I was hoping you would have come up with something." She continued running her finger up to his neck, following his jawbone around to his ear and whispered. "You know I love you, Vegeta. You really do give me the reason for living."
This sent shivers up his spine, as he stood rigid. How long he had wanted to hear those words.
Bulma then placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her even closer as they fell into a deep, passionate kiss.
Vegeta put his hands on her back and pulled her into him more, as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. She giggled quietly in her throat as he picked her up, not breaking the kiss, and carried her over to bed. He didn't think he could ever have forgotten this sensation, but it had been so long. He did have plans. He had planned to make this night, as well as the rest of their anniversary, something to remember.