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Chapter 7: Adjustments
Bulma awoke to the sudden sound of a door slamming in a wall. Her bedroom door to be persice. Yamcha walked in. Anger ebbed off of him in waves. Bulma knew that her best course of action at the moment would be to run. She quickly jumped out of her bed. 'Kami. How am I gonna get around him? He's to fast for me,' She thought frantically, 'Crap, crap, crap... need plan B. What's plan B? How the hell should I know? Scream for Vegeta?' Bulma took some air into her lungs and let out her cry for help, "VEGETA!" "No!" Yamcha yelled lunging for her. She tried to move out of the way, but was still knocked over. "No! Get off me! N-" The sound was muffled by Yamcha's hand as he slammed it against her mouth. She bit down on his flesh until she tasted blood. Yamcha cried out in pain, and pulled his hand back.
"Damn y-" Yamcha was suddenly knocked out and he fell limp on top of Bulma. She looked up to see Vegeta and Angel towering above her. "Whats' got him worked up?" Angel asked. "I left him then I cracked him over the head with a baseball bat twice." Bulma said with a small voice, pushing Yamcha off of her. "So it was the Onna." Vegeta mused to himself. Angel helped her up. "That would piss a guy off. Should we take out the trash?" Angel asked. Vegeta had grabbed Yamcha's arm and was dragging him out of the room before anyone could've blinked.
Angel laughed. Bulma got an annoyed expression, "I usually have to nag him to make him do anything." Angel laughed again and Bulma looked at her. "How long have you known him?" Bulma asked. "Vegeta?" Angel asked. Bulma nodded. Angel's brow furrowed in concentration. "Pretty much since the day I was born. My father was one of his high ranking Captains and our mothers were friends. So when I was born, Vegeta was with his mother in the waiting room." "How old was he?" Bulma asked. "Um... he was five," Angel said. "How old are you?" "Me? I turned twenty, three weeks ago." She smiled.
"You look so happy. Vegeta always acts like the world is out to get him. You lived in the same circumstances...why are you so different from each other?" Bulma asked. Bulma was somewhat shocked at her sudden voicing of curiosity to someone she barley knew, but she really wanted to know. Angel's eyes saddened. "Vegeta... well if your referring to our lives under Frieza's rule... you should know that it started much earlier than that," Angel look down at the floor, "His father... was a kind man, but he was very strict. Although... after Frieza took interest in Vegeta and I, King Vegeta lost his streak of kindness. He began to train Vegeta mercilessly. He told everyone it was so Vegeta could beat Freiza and take back all the pride Freiza had stolen." Angel suddenly stopped talking.
"Why'd you stop?" Bulma asked. "It get more... personal. Things Vegeta would kill me for telling anyone." She said looking back into Bulma's eyes. "One more thing?" Bulma asked. "What?" "Are you together with him?" Bulma asked. Angel laughed at all of the couriosity that came from those words. "I'm not sure... he's not the Vegeta I really remember. I think something on this planet is slowly changing him, for the better..." Angel said. She smiled, then suddenly her stomach growled. Angel sweat dropped. "Can have something to eat... I haven't eaten in a while..." Angel said embarrassed. Bulma laughed. "Sure. Follow me." Bulma lead the way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Vegeta walked in at that moment throught the patio door, "She isn't going to cook for you is she?" "Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?" Bulma growled. Angel laughed. "Yes. You'll poison her." Vegeta said. "Oh shutup! If you eat my food, she'll eat it too." Bulma said frustrated. Vegeta growled in annoyance. Angel shot him a look. Vegeta glared at Angel in protest and sat down next to her. Angel smiled triumphantly.
Bulma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 'What was that?' she thought, 'Am I jealous that I can't be like that with Vegeta? Do I like Vegeta? What was Angel gonna say before about Vegeta and his past? Why is Angel here? Why am I asking myself questions I know I can't answer?! Dammit!' Bulma quickly pulled herself out of her daze and began cooking for her very hungry saiya-jin guests.
As she moved around the kitchen she heard Vegeta and Angel begin to converse in an odd and harsh sounding language that she had never heard before. The quick and harsh sylablles sounded odd coming from Angel's lips since she had a light voice.
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"Sathesh nek otmaf?" (Why are you here?) Vegeta asked. "Hechnam tokana ner ein?" (Can't I see a friend?) Angel asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Bech nok lasnt." (Not like this.) Vegeta said. "Nok wnast?" (Like what?) Angel asked. "Hanst josnt kanstch naft." (I know something is wrong.) He growled. "Kwasnos vench suvants jonc." ( I don't want to tell you yet) Angel said quietly, "Jasnt dosnt vesh na." (Just trust me.)
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*sigh* I know this took forever to come out, but I've had writer's block and I've just been feeling lazy. I started this chapter right after the last one, then my brain kinda went...blah.... It's a short chapter, but at least I got it out. I'm gonna try and make the others longer if I can. We had a snow storm here in New York and last Thursday and Friday were all messed up because people missed City Wide tests and all the students got lazy and my school is trying to get back into the "work" mode by giving us loads of h.w and essays. bastards. Well i got two of my grades from my teachers that they're gonna but on my report card, and i'm doing alot better this term. that makes me happy, and when i'm really happy i get lots of ideas. So you could make my week better by reveiwing. I LOVE ALL MY REVEIWS!!!!!!!!! i love u guys!!! R+R ^ ^
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Angel: I'm soooo sorry A.D.! But he would have killed me!!!!!!
A.D.: *sprawled on floor, charred from Vegeta's attack* Ugh.... uh huh....*passes out*
Angel: Look what you did to her! You're such a stupid vegetable! *holds up peice of broclli*
Peice of Broclli: .....................................................
Angel: So you're not gonna apologize?
PoB: ................................................................
Angel: Fine have it your way. I'll just have to steam you! *gets boiling water*
PoB: ARE YOU CRAZY ONNA!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CHANGED ME INTO A PEICE OF BROCLLI WHILE YOU USED A.D. AS A HUMAN SHEILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Angel: Bye Bye, time for you to get steemed my favorite Prince of Broclli- Saiya-jins!
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO BROCLLI- VEGETA!??????????????? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!!!!!! * yeah really corny, i no.. ^.^;;*
Chapter 7: Adjustments
Bulma awoke to the sudden sound of a door slamming in a wall. Her bedroom door to be persice. Yamcha walked in. Anger ebbed off of him in waves. Bulma knew that her best course of action at the moment would be to run. She quickly jumped out of her bed. 'Kami. How am I gonna get around him? He's to fast for me,' She thought frantically, 'Crap, crap, crap... need plan B. What's plan B? How the hell should I know? Scream for Vegeta?' Bulma took some air into her lungs and let out her cry for help, "VEGETA!" "No!" Yamcha yelled lunging for her. She tried to move out of the way, but was still knocked over. "No! Get off me! N-" The sound was muffled by Yamcha's hand as he slammed it against her mouth. She bit down on his flesh until she tasted blood. Yamcha cried out in pain, and pulled his hand back.
"Damn y-" Yamcha was suddenly knocked out and he fell limp on top of Bulma. She looked up to see Vegeta and Angel towering above her. "Whats' got him worked up?" Angel asked. "I left him then I cracked him over the head with a baseball bat twice." Bulma said with a small voice, pushing Yamcha off of her. "So it was the Onna." Vegeta mused to himself. Angel helped her up. "That would piss a guy off. Should we take out the trash?" Angel asked. Vegeta had grabbed Yamcha's arm and was dragging him out of the room before anyone could've blinked.
Angel laughed. Bulma got an annoyed expression, "I usually have to nag him to make him do anything." Angel laughed again and Bulma looked at her. "How long have you known him?" Bulma asked. "Vegeta?" Angel asked. Bulma nodded. Angel's brow furrowed in concentration. "Pretty much since the day I was born. My father was one of his high ranking Captains and our mothers were friends. So when I was born, Vegeta was with his mother in the waiting room." "How old was he?" Bulma asked. "Um... he was five," Angel said. "How old are you?" "Me? I turned twenty, three weeks ago." She smiled.
"You look so happy. Vegeta always acts like the world is out to get him. You lived in the same circumstances...why are you so different from each other?" Bulma asked. Bulma was somewhat shocked at her sudden voicing of curiosity to someone she barley knew, but she really wanted to know. Angel's eyes saddened. "Vegeta... well if your referring to our lives under Frieza's rule... you should know that it started much earlier than that," Angel look down at the floor, "His father... was a kind man, but he was very strict. Although... after Frieza took interest in Vegeta and I, King Vegeta lost his streak of kindness. He began to train Vegeta mercilessly. He told everyone it was so Vegeta could beat Freiza and take back all the pride Freiza had stolen." Angel suddenly stopped talking.
"Why'd you stop?" Bulma asked. "It get more... personal. Things Vegeta would kill me for telling anyone." She said looking back into Bulma's eyes. "One more thing?" Bulma asked. "What?" "Are you together with him?" Bulma asked. Angel laughed at all of the couriosity that came from those words. "I'm not sure... he's not the Vegeta I really remember. I think something on this planet is slowly changing him, for the better..." Angel said. She smiled, then suddenly her stomach growled. Angel sweat dropped. "Can have something to eat... I haven't eaten in a while..." Angel said embarrassed. Bulma laughed. "Sure. Follow me." Bulma lead the way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Vegeta walked in at that moment throught the patio door, "She isn't going to cook for you is she?" "Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?" Bulma growled. Angel laughed. "Yes. You'll poison her." Vegeta said. "Oh shutup! If you eat my food, she'll eat it too." Bulma said frustrated. Vegeta growled in annoyance. Angel shot him a look. Vegeta glared at Angel in protest and sat down next to her. Angel smiled triumphantly.
Bulma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 'What was that?' she thought, 'Am I jealous that I can't be like that with Vegeta? Do I like Vegeta? What was Angel gonna say before about Vegeta and his past? Why is Angel here? Why am I asking myself questions I know I can't answer?! Dammit!' Bulma quickly pulled herself out of her daze and began cooking for her very hungry saiya-jin guests.
As she moved around the kitchen she heard Vegeta and Angel begin to converse in an odd and harsh sounding language that she had never heard before. The quick and harsh sylablles sounded odd coming from Angel's lips since she had a light voice.
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"Sathesh nek otmaf?" (Why are you here?) Vegeta asked. "Hechnam tokana ner ein?" (Can't I see a friend?) Angel asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Bech nok lasnt." (Not like this.) Vegeta said. "Nok wnast?" (Like what?) Angel asked. "Hanst josnt kanstch naft." (I know something is wrong.) He growled. "Kwasnos vench suvants jonc." ( I don't want to tell you yet) Angel said quietly, "Jasnt dosnt vesh na." (Just trust me.)
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*sigh* I know this took forever to come out, but I've had writer's block and I've just been feeling lazy. I started this chapter right after the last one, then my brain kinda went...blah.... It's a short chapter, but at least I got it out. I'm gonna try and make the others longer if I can. We had a snow storm here in New York and last Thursday and Friday were all messed up because people missed City Wide tests and all the students got lazy and my school is trying to get back into the "work" mode by giving us loads of h.w and essays. bastards. Well i got two of my grades from my teachers that they're gonna but on my report card, and i'm doing alot better this term. that makes me happy, and when i'm really happy i get lots of ideas. So you could make my week better by reveiwing. I LOVE ALL MY REVEIWS!!!!!!!!! i love u guys!!! R+R ^ ^
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Angel: I'm soooo sorry A.D.! But he would have killed me!!!!!!
A.D.: *sprawled on floor, charred from Vegeta's attack* Ugh.... uh huh....*passes out*
Angel: Look what you did to her! You're such a stupid vegetable! *holds up peice of broclli*
Peice of Broclli: .....................................................
Angel: So you're not gonna apologize?
PoB: ................................................................
Angel: Fine have it your way. I'll just have to steam you! *gets boiling water*
PoB: ARE YOU CRAZY ONNA!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CHANGED ME INTO A PEICE OF BROCLLI WHILE YOU USED A.D. AS A HUMAN SHEILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Angel: Bye Bye, time for you to get steemed my favorite Prince of Broclli- Saiya-jins!
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO BROCLLI- VEGETA!??????????????? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!!!!!! * yeah really corny, i no.. ^.^;;*