I'm so sorry I haven't updated in awhile! It's just that I was having a writers block.
I went back and read the last chapter and was like ugh! The content was fine and
all that but I felt it was too short and that I could have done better! Anyway,
review thanks will be at the bottom now and I am going to change my formatting a bit!
Beautiful
Chapter 10
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"I know what your thinking Vegeta and I won't do it."
"Do what?"
"Have an affair with you."
Once again he didn't have anything to say. She was right, that was exactly
what he was thinking. Before he had a chance to think up anything in his defense
the doorbell rang and he froze.
Paris's voice echoed through the hall, leaving them no mistake as to who
it was. It was too late, they were busted.
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Luckily for Vegeta, Bulma was fast on her feet. She scrambled around the
room grabbing his and her clothes then threw his at him, hitting Vegeta square in
the face. That woke him up and he quickly put them on calling out for Paris to wait
while Bulma made a mad dash towards the closest bedroom, which just happened
to be his.
Vegeta didn't notice which door she went in, he was just glad she was out
of sight. As calmly as he could he strutted over to the door and opened it to the face
of his girlfriend.
"Why did it take you so long to answer the damn door? Your hair is a mess,
too." She sneered at him and pushed him out of the way, strolling inside.
"I was sleeping." He replied, use to Paris's bitchy manner.
"And the shirt?" She laughed, in that annoying way that made you want to
scrap your nails against a blackboard.
Confused, Vegeta looked down at himself and noticed he had Bulma's
glittery pink Hello Kitty shirt on and almost blushed. He didn't even want to know
how he managed to get it on. "I…um…." He was at a loss for words so just said
what comes natural to him. "I'm the Prince, and I happen to like Hello Kitty."
Paris positioned herself on the couch that Vegeta and Bulma had just had
hot, steamy, sex on and stared at him, amused at his outburst. "It's your life, if you
decide you want to dress that way it's fine with me. I'm going to need a child
eventually though."
Vegeta's eyes nearly popped out of their circuits when he heard what she
was declaring. "I am not gay!" He screamed and Paris just raised an eyebrow at him.
While Vegeta and Paris fought in the living room Bulma was thoroughly investigating Vegeta's bedroom. Knowing she shouldn't she began to
open his dresser drawers when a loud yell startled her and she tripped over her
own feet hitting her head on the dresser.
"Ow!" She groaned and sat up holding her head than began to laugh when
she comprehended that Vegeta had just yelled that he wasn't gay. I guess the
Hello Kitty shirt actually did fit.
Bulma had figured out she was wearing his shirt and he had hers as soon
as she got inside Vegeta's room but didn't feel like informing him about the little
mistake. He deserves it, cheating on his girlfriend. Bulma laughed again realizing
what she had just thought.
The door began to rattle and Bulma was snapped out of her daydream.
Oh shit. Not knowing what to do she slid under the bed just as the door burst
open and Paris stormed in.
"I know I heard sounds coming from in here Vegeta! Don't you lie to me!"
She screamed, looking madly around the room.
"Paris your being irrational. There's nothing in here but a fucking bed."
Vegeta screamed back, while he moved closer to the bed and used his foot to
push Bulma's shoe back.
"Hah, ha your so funny Vegeta. So your telling me your bed can laugh
and say ow?" She scoffed then began to advance on the closet. "She's in the closet
isn't she? I'm going to fuck her up."
Vegeta laughed mockingly when she opened the closet to reveal nothing.
"See? Nothing there. Now will you stop this shit? I'm hungry."
Fury in her eyes she advanced towards him. "She's under the bed then,
there is no where else to hide." Her hand reached out and she began to lift the sheets
up when her cell phone miraculously rang. Sighing, Paris answered only to hear her
mother on the other line, demanding she get back to her dorm and help unpack. She
sent Vegeta a meaningful look then marched out towards her dorm.
When Vegeta was sure that Paris was gone he reached under the bed and
grabbed the shoe he had just tried to hide and pulled Bulma out by her ankles,
dandling her upside down in front of him. Instead of screaming at him she began to
laugh when she saw him in her Hello Kitty shirt. Vegeta growled and dropped her
on the floor.
"Damn, that hurt!" She glared at him and began to rub her backside.
"That's for giving me the pink shirt." He said then grabbed her hand and pulled
her up in front of him. "And this is for everything else." Vegeta huskily growled and
his soft lips meet hers, deeply kissing her.
When they released for air he looked down an Bulma. "Now are you going
to reconsider having an affair with me? It will be fun, I can guarantee it."
Bulma pushed her way out of his arms, disappointed in him. "No. And I never
will have one with you." Looking out his windows she exhaled noisily. "I have to go
back to my place. Curfew, you know? See you around." Then she turned around
and walked out.
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"Bulma wait up!" A frantic 18 called as she rushed after her best friend. It
was Friday afternoon and all classes had just been let out. The sun was shining,
flowers blooming, a fresh scent of love in the air. 18 should have been out with
her boyfriend or sunbathing but had a sudden urgency to talk to Bulma
She looked up to see Bulma waiting for her and smiled, grateful. " Hey B."
"Hey." They began to walk along the sidewalk towards Bulma's dorm.
"You've been acting weird all week, B. What's been going on?"
"Personal issues."
18 looked thoughtfully at Bulma. "Do they involve a certain Prince named Vegeta?"
Bulma glanced at 18. "How did you guess?"
18 laughed. "Could it be the fact that you two haven't talked all week, or the
fact that he stares at you all the time, or the fact that when he approaches you
you walk away?"
"That obvious, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty obvious. What did you two have a fight during your study time?"
"You could say that."
"Aw, come on B. You can tell me. I'm ready for anything." 18 pleaded.
Bulma kept on walking and 18 began to think that she should have just left it
alone when Bulma spoke. "We had sex."
18 said she was ready for anything but she was not ready for that. Shocked,
she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and didn't even notice as a skater whizzed
by her, almost knocking her over.
Bulma shyly gazed at her feet. "I…uh…guess I 'll get to my dorm. I have a
date with Yamcha at six. See you around." Then she ran off, leaving 18 with her
mouth open in the same spot.
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Yamcha arrived at Bulma's exactly at six, just like he did for all of her
dates. Bulma began to feel guilty for cheating on him but quickly dismissed the thought
at the sight of a bouquet of red roses. No need to live in the past.
"Aww, Yamcha there wonderful! I will put them in water right away." She ran
to the kitchen and got out a vase and set the flowers on a table then grabbed her
coat. "Where are we going tonight?"
Yamcha helped her into her coat and began to shut the door. "To see that
new movie in town. It's supposed to be really good."
They rode the bus into town and caught the last showing of "Love Hurts."
Bulma guessed that Yamcha picked the movie for her but she found it boring.
Love movies weren't really her type and she began to snore off halfway through
the movie. Once when she woke up she could have sworn she saw tears in her dates
eyes. What a wimp.
Throughout the night Bulma couldn't help but keep comparing Yamcha to
Saiyan men, particularly Vegeta. He was too scrawny, too awkward, too soft, too pathetic compared to them. After having the excitement of dating outside of the Saiyan race Bulma was ready to admit that she missed Saiyan men. Why did my mother ever stray?
They arrived back at her dorm around midnight and Yamcha gave her a
kiss goodnight, while Bulma added another feature to her list. Saiyans are much
better kissers. Unlocking her door she bid him farewell then went inside, setting her
purse down and shrugging out of her coat when a hand clamped around her mouth.
Struggling, she tried desperately to turn around and face her attacker when
a soothing voice was heard behind her. "Calm down women."
That voice could only belong to Vegeta. Going limp in his arms she felt him
let go of her and turned to face him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He retaliated with a question of his own. "You were out with that weakling
again weren't you?"
Bulma's eyes filled with fury. "It's none of your damn business what the fuck
I do. One night of sex and you think you own me. Guess what? You don't, get over it."
Vegeta growled and pulled her against him, hands squeezing her rear.
"Fuck Th-" He began to say but was cut off when his hands meet something soft
and furry. Furry?
He noticed Bulma go flaccid in his arms, fear penetrating her eyes. Slowly
he grabbed it and brought the warm object towards his face to get a closer look.
What the fuck?
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So how did everyone like it? Is it just me or does it seem like things are moving too fast?
I don't mind if you think so, so tell me. Also, I seem to skip around a lot, does that
bother anyone? I just don't want unimportant things to be included, you know? Oh,
and I'm sorry about any mistakes in this chapter, I went through it fast so if you find
one just tell me! Does anyone think I need a Beta reader? I don't have one ::Blushes::
I won't be offended if you think so. Just tell me and then I will look for one!
Anyway, please review.
To my reviewers of the last chapter:
Thanks so much to Sorceress Fujin, angstysk8erchic91, firey queen86,
Lady Serendipity, moonsaiyanprincess, liteseal3, Majin Maljuta,
gotenfan18, Vegeta's Dark Fairy, and Jessica.
As to:
Sulea: All of these questions will eventually be answered
::Big announcers voice:: So turn in for the next exciting episode of "Beautiful."
Videl621: I bet Paris would wouldn't she? :: Starts humming and looks
around innocently:: What? Lol, she will eventually!
Blue eyed blondie: Yeah kitties! I just love kitties! Thanks for agreeing with me and
I just love that you like my fic!
Adbzfan2k03: Me too!
Sk8erGirl: I thought so too, about the shortness. That's why I tried to make this
one longer.
KittyKat: Oh, I just love your name! I don't mind that you were being lazy, I happen
to be a very lazy person!
Bloodlust Night: I was seriously thinking of that! Lol!
Anime Goddess: Interesting as in good or interesting as in bad?
Celeb Ryu: And curious minds will know. All in due time, all in due time, lol!
Da Bomb: That's exactly what I mean!
Kaiya:
Kamalakali: ::Glares at Janna:: Now what have I told you about lending your evil
nail file to people?
Janna: ::Raises her eyebrow:: Your not my mother.
Kamalakali: ::pokes Janna with nail file:: Watch what you are saying or you will
be a time out!
Janna: Hey! Give that back!
Kamalakali: ::Pouts:: NO! NEVER!
Janna takes out her spare evil nail file.
Kamalakali: ::sweat drops:: Uh, truce?
Janna: Hah, that's what I thought!
Kamalakali: So Kaiya, sry I took so long in updating!
::Mumbles-It was all Janna's fault:: So how did you like the new chapter?
Janna: It was not my fault.
Kamalakali: ::Pouting:: Was too! You're my muse! This is all your fault! Everything
is your fault!
Janna: Baby.
Kamalakali sticks out tongue at Janna while Janna rolls her eyes.
Kamalakali: Anyway, your welcome for the support. I think you'll do wonders with
the fic! You can even borrow my muse :: Mumbles- Not much good she'll do you.
Just want to get her off my hands, she eats like a horse. My bills are sky high!::
Janna glares at Kamalakali and pokes her with her nail file.
Kamalakali: :: Sweat drops:: Hah, hah, I'll…uh…guess I'll get going. ::Glances at
angry Janna and begins to back up::
Janna lunges at Kamalakali and they begin to duel with nail files.
Well everyone please, please, please review!
I have a new fic called "Crimson Drops of Rain" now too! It's another V/B so
you should go check it out!
And once again review!
