"Goku! Dinner!"
In an instant, Goku came running down the stairs.
"So what's for dinner, Bulma?"
"Um.we were going to have beef noodles."
"Great!" said Goku, "Let's eat!"
"Didn't you here what I said? I said we "were". The problem is that I can't find any salt."
"What?!? No beef noodles because of salt! That's crazy! Come on, Bulma, your cooking is good even without salt! Would you just listen to a starving man here?"
"Nope. I can't cook without salt."
"Awww.Bulma, please? I'm sooo hungry. I know! I'll go run and get you salt!"
"NO!"
Goku was half way out of the door, when he heard Bulma. He turned around and stared at her.
"Um, I mean.its okay. Can't you take me out to dinner?"
Bulma was pink in the face, and started to wring her apron with her hands. She looked around the kitchen, trying to avoid Goku's inquiring eyes.
"I mean, I always cook, and can't we go out today? I mean, you have completed your training after a year, and I think this calls for a celebration!"
At this rate, if the apron could speak, he would be screaming, "bloody murder" right now. However, aprons can't talk, and how the heck am I suppose to know if it is a he or a she? Why does it have to be a he anyways? Am I becoming a sexist? Of course, not! I'm a girl anyways! I have nothing against boys!
dark secrets: I think she's gone crazy; in fact, she was always
insane in the first place.
f-teardrops: Hmph. Serves her right for making this a Bulma and Goku fic. But it is true. She doesn't have anything against boys. Since she likes one herself.
dark secrets: Funny, he doesn't act like one. *snigger*
lil anmei: Ha ha. Alright already you two. I'm trying to make this story interesting by making a little twist of love between two people. Stop giving me those eyes, f-teardrops, you never know if the relationship ends or not.
f-teardrops: It better, or else someone will have a *cough* *cough* "accident."
dark secrets: *giggle*
lil anmei: What writers have to go through these days..
*If you don't know by now, I'm lil anmei. My friends and I usually talk in the beginning, or end of my stories. However, we rarely interrupt the story in progress to argue or discuss. *glares daggers at both* Especially about JC, the boy I like. (Mind you, that's not his real name, I'm not stupid enough to reveal his true identity.)
So we'll go back to Goku and Bulma now.
Goku didn't say anything. He walked closer to Bulma. Every step closer pounded in Bulma's heart. She closed her eyes and waited for the kiss. The footsteps stopped right in front of her. She leaned forward with her lips pursed. After 10 seconds waiting, she opened her eyes. He was no where to be seen. Then she heard his voice above her. She looked up, only to see Goku in mid-air rummaging through the pantry. Then he looked triumphant as he brought out a dusty cereal box.
"Ha! I found cereal! We could eat this tonight!"
He opened the box with much zest. Then, he stuffed his hand inside the box and grabbed a handful of "cereal" out. As he opened his hand, spiders crawled everywhere from his hand.
"EEEKK!!" Goku shrieked as he threw the spiders into the nearby trashcan. He then gave Bulma a sheepish grin.
"Uh, I see that you have found Trunks' spider nest," she said.
"Oh.uh, yeah." -_-;;;;;
Bulma sighed. She took off her apron [ Apron; Thank God.], and walked upstairs. She turned around and said, "I'll be down in 10 minutes, start the car. Oh, and you pick the place where we're going to."
Goku sighed. He mumbled things about women, and went outside.
*----------_^---------*
Bulma sighed for the tenth time. She looked at the pile of clothes on the bed. For the past 15 minutes she had been trying to find the perfect dress. She didn't want Goku to be displeased. She leaned outside of her window to check on Goku. He wasn't dressed up. But he didn't seem too bored waiting, as he played with Trunks. Seeing the joy and laughter around them, she smiled. Men were always full of surprises.
Then sighing, (for the eleventh time) she closed her eyes and just picked a dress from her classy wardrobe. Opening her eyes, she gasped. The outfit she picked was the one she wore during her and Vegeta's honeymoon. It was made of bluish-purple satin. The sleeves were see through, and decorated with many sequins. The collar was in a V-shaped position that would wrap itself lovingly around a person's neck. The dress came up short to a couple of inches above her knees. Vegeta always grumbled about the shortness, about how she sometimes looked like a slut. However, he always seemed to be staring at her legs when he thought she wasn't looking.
It brings back so many memories, she thought. She held the dress close to her face and inhaled deeply. Her eyes became dreamy as she scented Vegeta's cologne mixed in with her perfume. She sat on the bed, with the dress clutched in her hands. He was handsome, strong, and a perfect guy. But, she reminded herself as she saw Goku and Trunks again; he was never a family type person. He never really played around with Trunks. Only if it was related with any type of combat skills was the activities he was seen doing with Trunks.
She remembered that day clearly. She had begged him not to go, so did Trunks. She remembered Trunks as he was only a baby. He crawled after Vegeta with amazing speed and held onto his legs as he prepared to go. Vegeta tried to shake him off like a dog scratching off a flea, but Trunks gripped him firmly. Then, after some vicious bites, punches and kicks from Trunks, he managed to pry him from his leg. Without even saying good-bye, he shot into the sky, straight to doom.
From that day on, she had prayed that he would come home safely, and settle down, once and for all. But then the news came, when Vegeta perished by his own will as he was taken over by the curse of Bobba-di. She had fainted in front of the television when she heard of the news. Night after night, she sobbed in grief. He never had tried to contact her in anyway from the other world. She was alone. And it pained her much to think about it.
Did he even consider that he had a child and wife at home, waiting for his return when he self-destructed? Did he even love them? Did he love her?
Bulma sniffed and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. This was why she needed someone right now. And Goku was the person. She looked at the dress, still on her lap, but soaked in tears.
"I'm sorry about this," she whispered, "I can't help it. I need someone that is there for me. You weren't. I will never forget you, though."
She rose silently, and started to change, slipping on the dress. She looked into the mirror. To everyone, her blue eyes, and blue hair was stunning. Everything about her appearance was perfect and beautiful. However, to her, right now in the mirror, she looked like a worn out person, who had seen everything that this world has to offer. A person who has lost something in their soul, and would never be happy.
"If only you came back," she whispered again, her head facing the floor, looking at her long, dark shadow.
Then, suddenly her shadow became dwarfed by another one, right next to her. She looked at it, rubbed her eyes, and looked at it again. Slowly lifting her head, she felt arms encircled around her. Then, she saw Vegeta.
Then, she screamed.
In an instant, Goku came running down the stairs.
"So what's for dinner, Bulma?"
"Um.we were going to have beef noodles."
"Great!" said Goku, "Let's eat!"
"Didn't you here what I said? I said we "were". The problem is that I can't find any salt."
"What?!? No beef noodles because of salt! That's crazy! Come on, Bulma, your cooking is good even without salt! Would you just listen to a starving man here?"
"Nope. I can't cook without salt."
"Awww.Bulma, please? I'm sooo hungry. I know! I'll go run and get you salt!"
"NO!"
Goku was half way out of the door, when he heard Bulma. He turned around and stared at her.
"Um, I mean.its okay. Can't you take me out to dinner?"
Bulma was pink in the face, and started to wring her apron with her hands. She looked around the kitchen, trying to avoid Goku's inquiring eyes.
"I mean, I always cook, and can't we go out today? I mean, you have completed your training after a year, and I think this calls for a celebration!"
At this rate, if the apron could speak, he would be screaming, "bloody murder" right now. However, aprons can't talk, and how the heck am I suppose to know if it is a he or a she? Why does it have to be a he anyways? Am I becoming a sexist? Of course, not! I'm a girl anyways! I have nothing against boys!
dark secrets: I think she's gone crazy; in fact, she was always
insane in the first place.
f-teardrops: Hmph. Serves her right for making this a Bulma and Goku fic. But it is true. She doesn't have anything against boys. Since she likes one herself.
dark secrets: Funny, he doesn't act like one. *snigger*
lil anmei: Ha ha. Alright already you two. I'm trying to make this story interesting by making a little twist of love between two people. Stop giving me those eyes, f-teardrops, you never know if the relationship ends or not.
f-teardrops: It better, or else someone will have a *cough* *cough* "accident."
dark secrets: *giggle*
lil anmei: What writers have to go through these days..
*If you don't know by now, I'm lil anmei. My friends and I usually talk in the beginning, or end of my stories. However, we rarely interrupt the story in progress to argue or discuss. *glares daggers at both* Especially about JC, the boy I like. (Mind you, that's not his real name, I'm not stupid enough to reveal his true identity.)
So we'll go back to Goku and Bulma now.
Goku didn't say anything. He walked closer to Bulma. Every step closer pounded in Bulma's heart. She closed her eyes and waited for the kiss. The footsteps stopped right in front of her. She leaned forward with her lips pursed. After 10 seconds waiting, she opened her eyes. He was no where to be seen. Then she heard his voice above her. She looked up, only to see Goku in mid-air rummaging through the pantry. Then he looked triumphant as he brought out a dusty cereal box.
"Ha! I found cereal! We could eat this tonight!"
He opened the box with much zest. Then, he stuffed his hand inside the box and grabbed a handful of "cereal" out. As he opened his hand, spiders crawled everywhere from his hand.
"EEEKK!!" Goku shrieked as he threw the spiders into the nearby trashcan. He then gave Bulma a sheepish grin.
"Uh, I see that you have found Trunks' spider nest," she said.
"Oh.uh, yeah." -_-;;;;;
Bulma sighed. She took off her apron [ Apron; Thank God.], and walked upstairs. She turned around and said, "I'll be down in 10 minutes, start the car. Oh, and you pick the place where we're going to."
Goku sighed. He mumbled things about women, and went outside.
*----------_^---------*
Bulma sighed for the tenth time. She looked at the pile of clothes on the bed. For the past 15 minutes she had been trying to find the perfect dress. She didn't want Goku to be displeased. She leaned outside of her window to check on Goku. He wasn't dressed up. But he didn't seem too bored waiting, as he played with Trunks. Seeing the joy and laughter around them, she smiled. Men were always full of surprises.
Then sighing, (for the eleventh time) she closed her eyes and just picked a dress from her classy wardrobe. Opening her eyes, she gasped. The outfit she picked was the one she wore during her and Vegeta's honeymoon. It was made of bluish-purple satin. The sleeves were see through, and decorated with many sequins. The collar was in a V-shaped position that would wrap itself lovingly around a person's neck. The dress came up short to a couple of inches above her knees. Vegeta always grumbled about the shortness, about how she sometimes looked like a slut. However, he always seemed to be staring at her legs when he thought she wasn't looking.
It brings back so many memories, she thought. She held the dress close to her face and inhaled deeply. Her eyes became dreamy as she scented Vegeta's cologne mixed in with her perfume. She sat on the bed, with the dress clutched in her hands. He was handsome, strong, and a perfect guy. But, she reminded herself as she saw Goku and Trunks again; he was never a family type person. He never really played around with Trunks. Only if it was related with any type of combat skills was the activities he was seen doing with Trunks.
She remembered that day clearly. She had begged him not to go, so did Trunks. She remembered Trunks as he was only a baby. He crawled after Vegeta with amazing speed and held onto his legs as he prepared to go. Vegeta tried to shake him off like a dog scratching off a flea, but Trunks gripped him firmly. Then, after some vicious bites, punches and kicks from Trunks, he managed to pry him from his leg. Without even saying good-bye, he shot into the sky, straight to doom.
From that day on, she had prayed that he would come home safely, and settle down, once and for all. But then the news came, when Vegeta perished by his own will as he was taken over by the curse of Bobba-di. She had fainted in front of the television when she heard of the news. Night after night, she sobbed in grief. He never had tried to contact her in anyway from the other world. She was alone. And it pained her much to think about it.
Did he even consider that he had a child and wife at home, waiting for his return when he self-destructed? Did he even love them? Did he love her?
Bulma sniffed and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. This was why she needed someone right now. And Goku was the person. She looked at the dress, still on her lap, but soaked in tears.
"I'm sorry about this," she whispered, "I can't help it. I need someone that is there for me. You weren't. I will never forget you, though."
She rose silently, and started to change, slipping on the dress. She looked into the mirror. To everyone, her blue eyes, and blue hair was stunning. Everything about her appearance was perfect and beautiful. However, to her, right now in the mirror, she looked like a worn out person, who had seen everything that this world has to offer. A person who has lost something in their soul, and would never be happy.
"If only you came back," she whispered again, her head facing the floor, looking at her long, dark shadow.
Then, suddenly her shadow became dwarfed by another one, right next to her. She looked at it, rubbed her eyes, and looked at it again. Slowly lifting her head, she felt arms encircled around her. Then, she saw Vegeta.
Then, she screamed.
