In The Eyes of a Hunter
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 8 - It's Not What You Think
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!
"Hurry up, woman! We're going to be late!" Vegeta called, standing next to the bed with an impatient look on his face.
Bulma replied from the bathroom. "Please Vegeta! It takes a lot of time and effort to get prepared for a night like this and I want to look my best!"
Vegeta sighed and sat down on the bed, crossing his arms while he waited.
After another ten minutes, Bulma slowly opened the bathroom door.
Vegeta turned his head when he heard the door open.
Bulma hesitantly walked out of the bathroom. "Do I look all right?" she asked him, holding her arms out to the sides a little.
Vegeta's jaw dropped slightly at the sheer sight of her. He stared at her from head to toe. She wore a floor length white dress that hugged her figure nicely and flared out a little more around her legs. Two blue stripes ran down the length of the dress on the sides, and the space between them filled with a paler blue. On her wrist was a loose diamond bracelet that glinted brilliantly in the light. She had long diamond earrings that matched the bracelet beautifully. Her hair was pulled back and a few curls framed the sides of her face, accentuating her sparkling blue eyes.
Bulma chuckled quietly and walked past him. "Well don't just stand there, silly. Let's get going."
Vegeta followed her with his eyes at first, then walked behind her. A faint, dazed grin played on his lips as he inhaled the smell of her perfume.
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Vegeta and Bulma walked into the Crystal Dragon's main foyer and stood behind another couple at the reservation line.
"Name?" the host looked up with a smile at the next couple in line.
"McDowry." The man standing before him replied.
"Ah, yes." The host replied after a moment of scanning over the list in his hands. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. McDowry. If you would be so kind as to follow your host, he will direct you to your table for the evening."
The man smiled with a nod and left, his wife linked to his arm.
The host watched them walk away and looked back down at his reservation list for the next couple. "Name?" he asked.
Vegeta stepped closer to the desk with Bulma at his side and smirked. "I thought you would have remembered -my- name."
The host looked back up with a slight frown and blinked in surprise once he recognized Vegeta. "O-oh, it's you, sir. Um.how are you doing this fine evening?" he stammered nervously. He then switched his attention to Bulma, suddenly forgetting his dealings with the Prince earlier at the sight of the angel standing in front of him. He leaned over and propped an elbow on the desktop. "Your beautiful wife is no doubt able to make any evening one to remember." He winked at Bulma, yearning to steal a kiss from her by the end of the night.
Bulma smiled and blushed faintly.
Vegeta let out a low, protective growl under his breath. This idiot has a thing about pressing his luck with me. He gave the host a dangerous glare of warning.
After quickly resuming his official position, the host continued, "You may follow your host to the table, sir. Hope you have a wonderful evening dining at the Crystal Dragon."
Vegeta walked past him, giving one final death glare in his direction.
The host kept his smile until they had they had left the front foyer, then turned back around, releasing a nervous sigh. He glanced down at his list again. "Name?"
"VanCoover." Said the man standing there now.
"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. VanCoover, welcome."
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Vegeta held a chair out for Bulma, waiting for her to sit down.
"Thank you, Vegeta." She said and sat down before straightening out her dress.
The young host waited until Vegeta sat down. "A waiter will be with you shortly." He bowed politely and left the two alone.
Bulma thanked the host with a smile and looked back at Vegeta. "This place is so beautiful! This is like a dream come true!"
"I'm glad you like it." He replied casually while glancing around.
A minute later a waiter walked over to the table. "Hello. I'm Charles, and I will be your waiter this evening." He said pleasantly and handed them menus. "Would you like a drink to start you off?"
Vegeta glanced down at his menu. "Champagne will be brought to the table." he said as more of an order than anything else.
Bulma opened her menu as well and scanned over it.
"Very well, sir." Charles responded. "Will that be all for now?"
"Yes, thank you." Bulma answered.
After a polite bow, the waiter left.
Bulma folded her menu and casually rested her head on her folded hands. "I wonder how the kids are doing."
Vegeta continued staring at the menu in silence.
Bulma stared at him with eyes narrowed slightly in seriousness. "Don't you care that they might not be all right?"
Vegeta sighed and put his menu down. "Woman, if I thought they were in danger, I wouldn't be so calm. Trunks is strong and smart enough to take care of everything." He said logically before turning his head and speaking quieter. "I can trust the boy."
Bulma looked at him in surprise and her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't count how many times Trunks wanted to win his father's affection. She could tell, even if Vegeta didn't notice, the extra efforts Trunks always made toward him. But to hear him say those five words made her heart skip a beat. Before she knew it, the waiter returned with their Champagne.
It was no time at all before they had their meals in front of them and were enjoying the company of each other. Bulma enjoyed herself, even though she had to repeatedly tell Vegeta to slow down with his eating because people were starting to stare. After a while, they left the Crystal Dragon and walked out on the deck.
Vegeta couldn't help but stare at her from the side as they walked to the railing. The moonlight seemed to form a faint white aura around her and the earrings she wore sparkled magnificently. Ah. He remembered now. "Wait here." He said after turning to face her. "I have a surprise for you."
Bulma's eyes widened a little and she smiled sweetly. "Ok."
Vegeta leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss before straightening back up and leaving.
Bulma watched him leave, then turned back to the railing. She leaned on it and sighed in contentment, watching the moonlight shimmer on the calm waters of the ocean.
"Hello my sweet." A strange voice spoke, breaking the silence.
Bulma gasped slightly, not knowing there was anyone behind her and turned around quickly, almost slamming into the body that stood so close to hers.
"I'm sorry that I frightened you, my dear. Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Hugh." He said and took her hand, gently kissing it.
Bulma narrowed her eyes slightly at him. "I recognize you. You were the host we met before dinner. What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you again." Hugh answered, taking a step closer to her. "You are like an angel sent from heaven. And your eyes, I could get lost in those eyes."
She wanted to back away from this strange man but he had advanced so close to her that she was now backed into the ship's railing, trapping her between him and the ocean below. Her mind raced quickly, but not quickly enough before she found herself being bent over the railing, consumed by the painful kiss he was forcing upon her. She struggled to get him off but his hands locked her down. A moan of disgust came from her throat as his tongue plunged into her mouth. It felt like this molestation had lasted forever but just when she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, two strong, powerful arms locked around Hugh and violently yanked him off her. She looked up just in time to see Vegeta hurl Hugh across the deck of the ship. He hit the wooden floor hard, and ungracefully skidded halfway down the deck before coming to a stop, unmoving. She thought she couldn't have been happier to see Vegeta right then until she looked into his eyes, eyes filled with confusion and anger. She didn't have time to say anything before he was so close to her she could hardly breath.
He stared down at her furiously. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!
Bulma felt the color drain from her cheeks. It felt like she had just got the wind punched out of her by his words. She didn't have time to answer him or even react before she was watching his back as he got further and further away down the long deck of the ship. She finally willed her legs to move and ran after him. "Vegeta! Wait!!"
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 8 - It's Not What You Think
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!
"Hurry up, woman! We're going to be late!" Vegeta called, standing next to the bed with an impatient look on his face.
Bulma replied from the bathroom. "Please Vegeta! It takes a lot of time and effort to get prepared for a night like this and I want to look my best!"
Vegeta sighed and sat down on the bed, crossing his arms while he waited.
After another ten minutes, Bulma slowly opened the bathroom door.
Vegeta turned his head when he heard the door open.
Bulma hesitantly walked out of the bathroom. "Do I look all right?" she asked him, holding her arms out to the sides a little.
Vegeta's jaw dropped slightly at the sheer sight of her. He stared at her from head to toe. She wore a floor length white dress that hugged her figure nicely and flared out a little more around her legs. Two blue stripes ran down the length of the dress on the sides, and the space between them filled with a paler blue. On her wrist was a loose diamond bracelet that glinted brilliantly in the light. She had long diamond earrings that matched the bracelet beautifully. Her hair was pulled back and a few curls framed the sides of her face, accentuating her sparkling blue eyes.
Bulma chuckled quietly and walked past him. "Well don't just stand there, silly. Let's get going."
Vegeta followed her with his eyes at first, then walked behind her. A faint, dazed grin played on his lips as he inhaled the smell of her perfume.
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Vegeta and Bulma walked into the Crystal Dragon's main foyer and stood behind another couple at the reservation line.
"Name?" the host looked up with a smile at the next couple in line.
"McDowry." The man standing before him replied.
"Ah, yes." The host replied after a moment of scanning over the list in his hands. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. McDowry. If you would be so kind as to follow your host, he will direct you to your table for the evening."
The man smiled with a nod and left, his wife linked to his arm.
The host watched them walk away and looked back down at his reservation list for the next couple. "Name?" he asked.
Vegeta stepped closer to the desk with Bulma at his side and smirked. "I thought you would have remembered -my- name."
The host looked back up with a slight frown and blinked in surprise once he recognized Vegeta. "O-oh, it's you, sir. Um.how are you doing this fine evening?" he stammered nervously. He then switched his attention to Bulma, suddenly forgetting his dealings with the Prince earlier at the sight of the angel standing in front of him. He leaned over and propped an elbow on the desktop. "Your beautiful wife is no doubt able to make any evening one to remember." He winked at Bulma, yearning to steal a kiss from her by the end of the night.
Bulma smiled and blushed faintly.
Vegeta let out a low, protective growl under his breath. This idiot has a thing about pressing his luck with me. He gave the host a dangerous glare of warning.
After quickly resuming his official position, the host continued, "You may follow your host to the table, sir. Hope you have a wonderful evening dining at the Crystal Dragon."
Vegeta walked past him, giving one final death glare in his direction.
The host kept his smile until they had they had left the front foyer, then turned back around, releasing a nervous sigh. He glanced down at his list again. "Name?"
"VanCoover." Said the man standing there now.
"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. VanCoover, welcome."
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Vegeta held a chair out for Bulma, waiting for her to sit down.
"Thank you, Vegeta." She said and sat down before straightening out her dress.
The young host waited until Vegeta sat down. "A waiter will be with you shortly." He bowed politely and left the two alone.
Bulma thanked the host with a smile and looked back at Vegeta. "This place is so beautiful! This is like a dream come true!"
"I'm glad you like it." He replied casually while glancing around.
A minute later a waiter walked over to the table. "Hello. I'm Charles, and I will be your waiter this evening." He said pleasantly and handed them menus. "Would you like a drink to start you off?"
Vegeta glanced down at his menu. "Champagne will be brought to the table." he said as more of an order than anything else.
Bulma opened her menu as well and scanned over it.
"Very well, sir." Charles responded. "Will that be all for now?"
"Yes, thank you." Bulma answered.
After a polite bow, the waiter left.
Bulma folded her menu and casually rested her head on her folded hands. "I wonder how the kids are doing."
Vegeta continued staring at the menu in silence.
Bulma stared at him with eyes narrowed slightly in seriousness. "Don't you care that they might not be all right?"
Vegeta sighed and put his menu down. "Woman, if I thought they were in danger, I wouldn't be so calm. Trunks is strong and smart enough to take care of everything." He said logically before turning his head and speaking quieter. "I can trust the boy."
Bulma looked at him in surprise and her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't count how many times Trunks wanted to win his father's affection. She could tell, even if Vegeta didn't notice, the extra efforts Trunks always made toward him. But to hear him say those five words made her heart skip a beat. Before she knew it, the waiter returned with their Champagne.
It was no time at all before they had their meals in front of them and were enjoying the company of each other. Bulma enjoyed herself, even though she had to repeatedly tell Vegeta to slow down with his eating because people were starting to stare. After a while, they left the Crystal Dragon and walked out on the deck.
Vegeta couldn't help but stare at her from the side as they walked to the railing. The moonlight seemed to form a faint white aura around her and the earrings she wore sparkled magnificently. Ah. He remembered now. "Wait here." He said after turning to face her. "I have a surprise for you."
Bulma's eyes widened a little and she smiled sweetly. "Ok."
Vegeta leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss before straightening back up and leaving.
Bulma watched him leave, then turned back to the railing. She leaned on it and sighed in contentment, watching the moonlight shimmer on the calm waters of the ocean.
"Hello my sweet." A strange voice spoke, breaking the silence.
Bulma gasped slightly, not knowing there was anyone behind her and turned around quickly, almost slamming into the body that stood so close to hers.
"I'm sorry that I frightened you, my dear. Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Hugh." He said and took her hand, gently kissing it.
Bulma narrowed her eyes slightly at him. "I recognize you. You were the host we met before dinner. What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you again." Hugh answered, taking a step closer to her. "You are like an angel sent from heaven. And your eyes, I could get lost in those eyes."
She wanted to back away from this strange man but he had advanced so close to her that she was now backed into the ship's railing, trapping her between him and the ocean below. Her mind raced quickly, but not quickly enough before she found herself being bent over the railing, consumed by the painful kiss he was forcing upon her. She struggled to get him off but his hands locked her down. A moan of disgust came from her throat as his tongue plunged into her mouth. It felt like this molestation had lasted forever but just when she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, two strong, powerful arms locked around Hugh and violently yanked him off her. She looked up just in time to see Vegeta hurl Hugh across the deck of the ship. He hit the wooden floor hard, and ungracefully skidded halfway down the deck before coming to a stop, unmoving. She thought she couldn't have been happier to see Vegeta right then until she looked into his eyes, eyes filled with confusion and anger. She didn't have time to say anything before he was so close to her she could hardly breath.
He stared down at her furiously. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!
Bulma felt the color drain from her cheeks. It felt like she had just got the wind punched out of her by his words. She didn't have time to answer him or even react before she was watching his back as he got further and further away down the long deck of the ship. She finally willed her legs to move and ran after him. "Vegeta! Wait!!"