In The Eyes of a Hunter
Written by Jennifer and Mandy
Chapter 6 - Saiyans Don't Play Pool
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!
Bulma flipped her head back, sending her hair slicking back against her neck. She let out a contented sigh and smiled. "Oh, Vegeta. This is the most wonderful anniversary ever!"
Vegeta settled down in the hot tub across from Bulma. "Well, I thought you could use a little break. You were beginning to look more tired every day." He said, leaning back and putting his arms up on the side of the tub.
Bulma looked over to her husband. "So, what did you want to do today?" she asked.
"I have reservations at the cruise's finest restaurant for tonight. Until then, we can do whatever we want." He replied, giving her a sly look.
Bulma laughed quietly. "It sounds like it will be a lovely evening, dear. What's the restaurant called?"
"Um. I believe it's called Crystal Dragon." He answered slowly.
Bulma sat up straight from her relaxing position in the hot water, causing a big splash, which got Vegeta wetter than he wanted. "Crystal Dragon?!!" Bulma exclaimed. "Are you serious?!"
Vegeta sputtered from the water and wiped his eyes, sitting up as well. "Yeah, so??"
"That's like, the most elaborate restaurant on the planet!! And you were actually able to get reservations there?!" she asked in astonishment.
He leaned back and folded his arms casually. "It took a little persuasion." He commented as he stared up at a spike of his hair that was slowly drooping forward from the weight of the water in it, and finally fell directly in front of his eyes. He stared cross-eyed at it for a moment before pushing it out of his face with a grunt. Vegeta smiled in amusement as he thought back to the scene.
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Vegeta tilted his head down and glared at that man in frustration. "Listen here, you human scum!" He slammed his fist on the table. "I've had just about enough of you. Now you get us a reservation or I'll pound you into oblivion!"
The host glanced briefly up at Vegeta, then back down at his notepad, showing no reaction to his threats. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now before I'm forced to call the ship's security on you." He said plainly.
Vegeta instinctively slapped the man across the face and grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him half way over the table. "I'll have you know that you are speaking to the Prince of the Saiyan race and I will NOT be denied!! Now set up a reservation before I really get angry!"
The host stared fearfully back at Vegeta and swallowed hard, struggling to speak. "W-Well, let's see what I can do here."
Vegeta slowly released him and let him fall back to his feet.
He shakily flipped through his reservation list, frantically searching for an empty table. "OH! Yes, well look here. I found an open seat. One of the best tables we have." He said nervously while hastily erasing a name off one of the spaces. He looked back up at Vegeta. "What was the name again, sir?" he asked with a weak smile.
"Brief." Vegeta answered with a smirk. "Vegeta Brief."
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Bulma's chuckles brought him back to reality. "Hey Vegeta. do you like pool?"
"Pool?" Vegeta repeated in question, cocking an eyebrow.
Bulma looked at him with a smirk on her face.
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"Now Vegeta, dear, you want to hit the white ball, which is called the cue ball, very easily so it hits the one ball you want to go into the pocket." Bulma explained slowly. She looked up at him seriously. "And I mean -very- easily."
Vegeta replied playfully. "All right I get it, woman. Just give me the stick and get out of my way."
Bulma sighed lightly. "Ok. But first I'm going to break for us." She grabbed her pool stick and walked to the far end of the table. After rubbing the tip on her pool stick with the blue chalk, she bent down over the table and eyed the cue ball to see if she had a straight shot. She set the stick between her fingers and pulled back and forth a few times to get the feel of it. After pulling it back one last time, she thrust it forward with just enough force to send the other fifteen balls gliding across the table in all directions.
"Hm." Vegeta walked over to one end of the table as Bulma walked back over to the wall. He picked up a cube of blue chalk on his way, grinding it on the top of his pool stick. He set it down and stared at the arrangement of balls on the table. After a minute, he glanced up at Bulma, then back down at the table, before leaning over in the same way Bulma did, positioning his pool stick between his fingers.
"Now remember," Bulma said, pointing her forefinger at him in warning.
"easy."
"Easy." Vegeta repeated quietly to himself. He then pulled his stick back in aim of what Bulma had called the cue ball. He pushed it forward, striking the cue ball what he considered to be 'easily'.
Bulma watched in horror as the cue ball bolted across the table and hit the outer ridge, sending it flying upward and across the room like a comet. She covered her eyes, but peeked through her fingers, as the ball shot through the wall to the next room, and then through that one as well, leaving a clear view of the ocean from where they stood. To her dismay, however, the catastrophe was not over, for as the cue ball flew forward, it also struck several of the other pool balls, sending them in all different directions at the same speed. People screamed and ducked as colorful streaks flew past them.
Vegeta remained in the same position, still leaned over the table with his arm outstretched, holding the pool stick limply and a shocked expression on his face.
After somewhat regaining her composure, Bulma quickly walked over to her husband and, with both hands, pushed him out of the room while giving a weak smile of apology to the other people around them. When they were alone, she turned him around and spoke in a loud and harsh whisper. "I thought I told you to hit it -easy-!"
"That -was- easy!!" he protested.
Bulma sighed. I can understand, I suppose. Of course it was easy for him. I should have known it was a bad idea to play pool with a Saiyan. "It's ok. I think you gave them quite a show." She said with a slight chuckle. "I'm just glad no on was hurt."
Vegeta straightened up a little and grinned. "Hm." He pulled out the brochure for the cruise. "Guess we'll just have to find something else to do then." He said as he scanned over the brochure briefly. After a moment he stopped and looked up at Bulma. "What's bowling?"
A horrific image of the chaos he'd cause in a bowling alley flashed through her mind. "Agh! It's nothing!" She exclaimed quickly and snatched the brochure out of his hands. "Very boring. I don't think you'd enjoy something like that. Let's just take a nice walk around the deck and enjoy the weather, hm?" She suggested with a smile.
"Hmph." Vegeta shrugged and put his hands in his pockets casually as they started walking.
Bulma gave a short and quiet sigh of relief and hooked her arm around Vegeta's as she fell into step next to him.
Written by Jennifer and Mandy
Chapter 6 - Saiyans Don't Play Pool
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!
Bulma flipped her head back, sending her hair slicking back against her neck. She let out a contented sigh and smiled. "Oh, Vegeta. This is the most wonderful anniversary ever!"
Vegeta settled down in the hot tub across from Bulma. "Well, I thought you could use a little break. You were beginning to look more tired every day." He said, leaning back and putting his arms up on the side of the tub.
Bulma looked over to her husband. "So, what did you want to do today?" she asked.
"I have reservations at the cruise's finest restaurant for tonight. Until then, we can do whatever we want." He replied, giving her a sly look.
Bulma laughed quietly. "It sounds like it will be a lovely evening, dear. What's the restaurant called?"
"Um. I believe it's called Crystal Dragon." He answered slowly.
Bulma sat up straight from her relaxing position in the hot water, causing a big splash, which got Vegeta wetter than he wanted. "Crystal Dragon?!!" Bulma exclaimed. "Are you serious?!"
Vegeta sputtered from the water and wiped his eyes, sitting up as well. "Yeah, so??"
"That's like, the most elaborate restaurant on the planet!! And you were actually able to get reservations there?!" she asked in astonishment.
He leaned back and folded his arms casually. "It took a little persuasion." He commented as he stared up at a spike of his hair that was slowly drooping forward from the weight of the water in it, and finally fell directly in front of his eyes. He stared cross-eyed at it for a moment before pushing it out of his face with a grunt. Vegeta smiled in amusement as he thought back to the scene.
~~~
Vegeta tilted his head down and glared at that man in frustration. "Listen here, you human scum!" He slammed his fist on the table. "I've had just about enough of you. Now you get us a reservation or I'll pound you into oblivion!"
The host glanced briefly up at Vegeta, then back down at his notepad, showing no reaction to his threats. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now before I'm forced to call the ship's security on you." He said plainly.
Vegeta instinctively slapped the man across the face and grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him half way over the table. "I'll have you know that you are speaking to the Prince of the Saiyan race and I will NOT be denied!! Now set up a reservation before I really get angry!"
The host stared fearfully back at Vegeta and swallowed hard, struggling to speak. "W-Well, let's see what I can do here."
Vegeta slowly released him and let him fall back to his feet.
He shakily flipped through his reservation list, frantically searching for an empty table. "OH! Yes, well look here. I found an open seat. One of the best tables we have." He said nervously while hastily erasing a name off one of the spaces. He looked back up at Vegeta. "What was the name again, sir?" he asked with a weak smile.
"Brief." Vegeta answered with a smirk. "Vegeta Brief."
~~~
Bulma's chuckles brought him back to reality. "Hey Vegeta. do you like pool?"
"Pool?" Vegeta repeated in question, cocking an eyebrow.
Bulma looked at him with a smirk on her face.
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"Now Vegeta, dear, you want to hit the white ball, which is called the cue ball, very easily so it hits the one ball you want to go into the pocket." Bulma explained slowly. She looked up at him seriously. "And I mean -very- easily."
Vegeta replied playfully. "All right I get it, woman. Just give me the stick and get out of my way."
Bulma sighed lightly. "Ok. But first I'm going to break for us." She grabbed her pool stick and walked to the far end of the table. After rubbing the tip on her pool stick with the blue chalk, she bent down over the table and eyed the cue ball to see if she had a straight shot. She set the stick between her fingers and pulled back and forth a few times to get the feel of it. After pulling it back one last time, she thrust it forward with just enough force to send the other fifteen balls gliding across the table in all directions.
"Hm." Vegeta walked over to one end of the table as Bulma walked back over to the wall. He picked up a cube of blue chalk on his way, grinding it on the top of his pool stick. He set it down and stared at the arrangement of balls on the table. After a minute, he glanced up at Bulma, then back down at the table, before leaning over in the same way Bulma did, positioning his pool stick between his fingers.
"Now remember," Bulma said, pointing her forefinger at him in warning.
"easy."
"Easy." Vegeta repeated quietly to himself. He then pulled his stick back in aim of what Bulma had called the cue ball. He pushed it forward, striking the cue ball what he considered to be 'easily'.
Bulma watched in horror as the cue ball bolted across the table and hit the outer ridge, sending it flying upward and across the room like a comet. She covered her eyes, but peeked through her fingers, as the ball shot through the wall to the next room, and then through that one as well, leaving a clear view of the ocean from where they stood. To her dismay, however, the catastrophe was not over, for as the cue ball flew forward, it also struck several of the other pool balls, sending them in all different directions at the same speed. People screamed and ducked as colorful streaks flew past them.
Vegeta remained in the same position, still leaned over the table with his arm outstretched, holding the pool stick limply and a shocked expression on his face.
After somewhat regaining her composure, Bulma quickly walked over to her husband and, with both hands, pushed him out of the room while giving a weak smile of apology to the other people around them. When they were alone, she turned him around and spoke in a loud and harsh whisper. "I thought I told you to hit it -easy-!"
"That -was- easy!!" he protested.
Bulma sighed. I can understand, I suppose. Of course it was easy for him. I should have known it was a bad idea to play pool with a Saiyan. "It's ok. I think you gave them quite a show." She said with a slight chuckle. "I'm just glad no on was hurt."
Vegeta straightened up a little and grinned. "Hm." He pulled out the brochure for the cruise. "Guess we'll just have to find something else to do then." He said as he scanned over the brochure briefly. After a moment he stopped and looked up at Bulma. "What's bowling?"
A horrific image of the chaos he'd cause in a bowling alley flashed through her mind. "Agh! It's nothing!" She exclaimed quickly and snatched the brochure out of his hands. "Very boring. I don't think you'd enjoy something like that. Let's just take a nice walk around the deck and enjoy the weather, hm?" She suggested with a smile.
"Hmph." Vegeta shrugged and put his hands in his pockets casually as they started walking.
Bulma gave a short and quiet sigh of relief and hooked her arm around Vegeta's as she fell into step next to him.