Sorry I haven't updated, I feel kinda bad about that. I hope you'll
all forgive me. Thank you to bluestarlight922, I think your review was just
what I needed to start writing again, hopefully I'll be able to keep up to
the standards you've set for me. Anyway on with the story!
Disclaimer – We all know what goes here but just in case: I don't own the characters, I own the plot.
Chi- chi struggled to get up, only to have Gohan placed on top of her as Goku got up. Deciding it was best just to stay where she was she leaned back into the plush couch and shut her eyes. Gohan dozed back off, too tired to care who was at the door so late at night. It was just the shock that Bulma's system needed to wake her up. She hated to be asleep before two in the summer, as a high school history teacher she was often out like a light by eleven during the school year. She hoped up off the couch and walked to the front door where Goku had already opened the door to two men. Both were tall with dark, almost blue black hair like Goku's, and very well built bodies. But only one she recognized. The taller of two, Goku's brother Radditz. She cut Goku off in the middle of his conversation with the two and hugged Radditz. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you! How was Italy and why didn't you tell me you were going?"
He smiled down at her ,"It was business, you would have been bored."
"Raddittz, it's Italy!"
"Alright, princess, next time I go you can come with me. Is that better?"
She smiled up at him, "Maybe."
It was common knowledge that Bulma and Radditz had once loved each other, once upon a time everyone had expected them to get married. Of course she had been eight and he had only been twelve and she made him play house with her. Goku watched the exchange then decided to but in to make introductions, "Bulma if you could stop drooling over my brother for two mintues I'll do the introductions."
"That's not funny."
"I think it is. Bulma, this is Vegeta Ouji, my partner in crime. Vegeta, Bulma Breifs."
Bulma's cerulean eyes swept over the other man. He was only a inch or two shorter than Radditz's 6'5", still at least a foot above her own height, and built like a god. His skin was almost a golden broze, a color no amount of tanning would turn hers, and his hair stood in gravity defying spikes. But the thing that got her heart pounding were his eyes, almost almond shaped, and colored an exotic onyx color, almost black except for a smattering of gold around his irises. Yes, she decided, built like a god. Like Adonis himself.
"Like what you see?"
She almost stuttered, he'd caught her staring! Admit or Deny? What worked in highschool? Deny! "No, just admiring the bed head you call a hair do."
He said something in Italian that made Radditz laugh. Goku looked torn between telling him off or laughing himself. Vegeta turned back to her and said in English "If your done staring, you can go, Goku and I have business to discuss."
Bulma glared at Vegeta. He coolly met her gaze. Goku looked worried, Radditz looked amused. Radditz put an arm around Bulma, "Come on princess, don't let this jackass piss you off, I've had a long trip, where's the food in this place."
He led her off toward the kitchen, noting that his sister-in-law and nephew were asleep on the couch.
Goku turned to Vegeta as soon as Radditz was out of sight, He spoke in rapid Italian, "That remark wasn't necessary."
Vegeta replied in easy Italian, obviously Goku wanted no one to understand what they said, understandable considering the situation, "So, I don't care. She shouldn't have been staring, it's rude."
"Since when do you care for manners?"
"I don't, I just don't like her."
"She not like her father."
"Her father is an international drug lord who poses as a decent business man by owning a multi-million dollar company and is wanted by Interpol. I have a good reason for a quick judgement."
"She has no idea what her father does."
"How can she not with you as her so called friend?"
"Chi-chi doesn't even know what I really do."
"You haven't told her? You've had clearance for three years, she still thinks you're a cop?"
"Yeah, and I'd like to keep it that way. For another three years anyway. What's your cover?"
"Vacation, visiting friends. I have to keep survalance on her."
"You're not going to be able to if you keep acting like your so much better than her. She was born a rich girl, old money, but she's not a snob, she works as a teacher."
"I'll need more information than that, I have to report back by phone as soon as I get settled in."
"She teaches high school, history. She's fluent in French, Latin, Spanish, and Japanese. Her mother as you know is half Japanese, and doesn't know English well. She just broke up with her long time boyfriend, Yamcha. Her social security number is 555-789-1245, bank number 56327, and her Swiss account number is 732. Anything else you need to know right now?"
"That's nothing, I could look that up on file."
"Well, then your going to have to become pretty friendly with her, because that's all the information I'm allowed to reveal unless it's a life or death situation."
Vegeta let out a indifferent 'humph', "Fine. Now where the hell do I sleep?"
Meanwhile in the kitchen Radditz was fixing himself a carton of eggs. Bulma had fallen asleep at the kitchen table after deciding that Vegeta was not Adonis. He was Narcissus.
Well, that was okay, I guess, I need feedback for these things. REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!! Hope you like!
Disclaimer – We all know what goes here but just in case: I don't own the characters, I own the plot.
Chi- chi struggled to get up, only to have Gohan placed on top of her as Goku got up. Deciding it was best just to stay where she was she leaned back into the plush couch and shut her eyes. Gohan dozed back off, too tired to care who was at the door so late at night. It was just the shock that Bulma's system needed to wake her up. She hated to be asleep before two in the summer, as a high school history teacher she was often out like a light by eleven during the school year. She hoped up off the couch and walked to the front door where Goku had already opened the door to two men. Both were tall with dark, almost blue black hair like Goku's, and very well built bodies. But only one she recognized. The taller of two, Goku's brother Radditz. She cut Goku off in the middle of his conversation with the two and hugged Radditz. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you! How was Italy and why didn't you tell me you were going?"
He smiled down at her ,"It was business, you would have been bored."
"Raddittz, it's Italy!"
"Alright, princess, next time I go you can come with me. Is that better?"
She smiled up at him, "Maybe."
It was common knowledge that Bulma and Radditz had once loved each other, once upon a time everyone had expected them to get married. Of course she had been eight and he had only been twelve and she made him play house with her. Goku watched the exchange then decided to but in to make introductions, "Bulma if you could stop drooling over my brother for two mintues I'll do the introductions."
"That's not funny."
"I think it is. Bulma, this is Vegeta Ouji, my partner in crime. Vegeta, Bulma Breifs."
Bulma's cerulean eyes swept over the other man. He was only a inch or two shorter than Radditz's 6'5", still at least a foot above her own height, and built like a god. His skin was almost a golden broze, a color no amount of tanning would turn hers, and his hair stood in gravity defying spikes. But the thing that got her heart pounding were his eyes, almost almond shaped, and colored an exotic onyx color, almost black except for a smattering of gold around his irises. Yes, she decided, built like a god. Like Adonis himself.
"Like what you see?"
She almost stuttered, he'd caught her staring! Admit or Deny? What worked in highschool? Deny! "No, just admiring the bed head you call a hair do."
He said something in Italian that made Radditz laugh. Goku looked torn between telling him off or laughing himself. Vegeta turned back to her and said in English "If your done staring, you can go, Goku and I have business to discuss."
Bulma glared at Vegeta. He coolly met her gaze. Goku looked worried, Radditz looked amused. Radditz put an arm around Bulma, "Come on princess, don't let this jackass piss you off, I've had a long trip, where's the food in this place."
He led her off toward the kitchen, noting that his sister-in-law and nephew were asleep on the couch.
Goku turned to Vegeta as soon as Radditz was out of sight, He spoke in rapid Italian, "That remark wasn't necessary."
Vegeta replied in easy Italian, obviously Goku wanted no one to understand what they said, understandable considering the situation, "So, I don't care. She shouldn't have been staring, it's rude."
"Since when do you care for manners?"
"I don't, I just don't like her."
"She not like her father."
"Her father is an international drug lord who poses as a decent business man by owning a multi-million dollar company and is wanted by Interpol. I have a good reason for a quick judgement."
"She has no idea what her father does."
"How can she not with you as her so called friend?"
"Chi-chi doesn't even know what I really do."
"You haven't told her? You've had clearance for three years, she still thinks you're a cop?"
"Yeah, and I'd like to keep it that way. For another three years anyway. What's your cover?"
"Vacation, visiting friends. I have to keep survalance on her."
"You're not going to be able to if you keep acting like your so much better than her. She was born a rich girl, old money, but she's not a snob, she works as a teacher."
"I'll need more information than that, I have to report back by phone as soon as I get settled in."
"She teaches high school, history. She's fluent in French, Latin, Spanish, and Japanese. Her mother as you know is half Japanese, and doesn't know English well. She just broke up with her long time boyfriend, Yamcha. Her social security number is 555-789-1245, bank number 56327, and her Swiss account number is 732. Anything else you need to know right now?"
"That's nothing, I could look that up on file."
"Well, then your going to have to become pretty friendly with her, because that's all the information I'm allowed to reveal unless it's a life or death situation."
Vegeta let out a indifferent 'humph', "Fine. Now where the hell do I sleep?"
Meanwhile in the kitchen Radditz was fixing himself a carton of eggs. Bulma had fallen asleep at the kitchen table after deciding that Vegeta was not Adonis. He was Narcissus.
Well, that was okay, I guess, I need feedback for these things. REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!! Hope you like!