Yes, it's been a while. Yes, I know that makes me very naughty. Yes, I know
I take forever. But I did post warnings that I tend to vanish during the
school year, did I not? Don't worry; soon I'll have a laptop and then I
think it will be much easier to post regularly.
So I read this over again yesterday to see where I left off, and I realized that it wasn't really as bad as I thought it was. Yay! (I felt bad because I thought I was posting crap, and it turns out it's only semi-crap!) As for Usagi being pregnant again...she was the one who said it wasn't possible, not me. (Evil laughter.) Or, if you prefer, being dead kind of fixed the problem.
Disclaimers: I own nothing...except a few originals. (I heart Veggie. He's so cute!)
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Lady Kilaki paced the length of her throneroom in long, irritated strides, kicking at her long, dark skirt.
How could that little brat be alive again? Beryl had killed her and she had been dead and gone and that was the way the world worked. No excuses, no exceptions.
And yet she was alive.
What to do, though? The little witch had obviously broken the rules by coming back from the dead; what other rules of battle could she break? Could Kilaki not just have her revenge and then take the pitiful little world over? That was what was supposed to happen, after all.
"A full-scale attack is what we need." Diamond was saying, eyeing her coolly, as if he had the nerve to think he was better than her just because she had failed to take the possibility of an untimely resurrection into account. "I will capture the princess and then you can wage your war on this planet. Speed and surprise are the keys to victory."
"No." She said, an idea occurring to her.
"No?"
A slow smile curved its way onto her lips. "She has defeated you before, has she not, my Diamond?"
He hesitated a moment before reluctantly giving his answer. "...yes, my lady, however..."
"No, not however. Obviously she is much too strong for the direct approach. So instead we must strike where it will weaken her, yes? You have watched her for a long time. You know what...and who she truly cares for. Now, think, my Diamond, and tell me how this can be used to our advantage."
Slowly a look of enlightenment crossed his face and he began to smile.
~
"I can't today, Goshin. Dad wants me home in case mom needs anything."
The dark haired girl gave an irritated huff. "Not even for a little while?"
Veggie shook his head. "You wouldn't believe how protective dad's gotten – it's worse than ever. Weird thing is, mom used to tell him when he was getting too obsessive; now she doesn't say a thing. And I know she doesn't like being treated like she's glass, so I just can't figure out why she's putting up with it just because she's going to have a baby."
"She's not even that far along yet, is she?"
"No, she's not. You can't even tell yet." Veggie sighed. "I don't mean to sound angry. She's my mom and I love her – and I know enough to appreciate her now, you know? It's just...you know, one day I'm going to be stronger than my father and then he won't be able to boss me anymore. It's like he things he's king of the universe or something."
"Uh...Veggie? He is a prince."
"Yeah, yeah, but that's beside the point. It has nothing to do with anythi- "
Their conversation ended abruptly.
~
"The stew smells delicious, Bulma." Usagi said with a smile, stepping into the kitchen silently. "Will it be ready soon?"
"It should. You know, I have so little experience cooking; I'll be surprised if it even tastes like real food, whatever the smell. Maybe the fact that it's Chi-chi's recipe will give it a little better taste than something I came up with on my own."
"Well," Usagi laughed. "You know Sayians will eat anything, so really there's nothing to worry about. You could put rocks in the stew and they'd barely even pause to chew properly!"
"You think I should put rocks in it?" She asked, eyeing the stew thoughfully.
""No!" Usagi laughed. "I was only making an example."
"Well..." A sudden thought occurred to Bulma and she stopped. "What are you doing out of your room? Vegeta will go ballistic!"
"I'm not officially bedridden yet; I'm not even showing. We decided I would take it easy, not become an invalid, remember?"
"Well, I refuse to be yelled at just because you can't stay still."
"I'll deal with my mate on my own, thank you very much." Usagi sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. She really did feel fine, but she, too was worried about the child growing within her. She didn't think she could live with losing another one. So she was careful and Vegeta was careful and everyone treated her like porcelain and though she hated it, she allowed it to continue because she had no other choice than to grit her teeth and endure. For the baby. "Have you talked to Trunks today?"
"He called about an hour ago, actually. Right on time, every week when he runs out of clean laundry. I'll be glad when he's married and has someone else to take care of him. Maybe then I can get some work done. He's a grown boy, after all!"
"You're going to miss it." Usagi smiled. "You're going to end up like those mother-in-laws on TV who do whatever necessary to make their son's wives feel inadequate."
"Well...maybe. But there's nothing wrong with worrying about my boy."
"Unfortunately for little Monica, she'll have both of us to deal with, rather than just you. And Vegeta!"
Bulma laughed. "And Veggie and Trouser and Yamcha...I bet that poor girl has no idea what she's marrying into. I'm surprised Goten hasn't scared her off yet. Trunks is his best friend, after all."
"If she passed his tests, then she must be all right, ne?"
"I guess." Bulma conceded reluctantly.
The door swung open and Vegeta walked in, in all his spandexed glory, a towel thrown carelessly around his shoulders. He had been training all day – ever since Usagi had thrown him out for hovering like a worried mother hen just a little too much. Usagi smiled at him as she sent a wave of affection through their bond, tilting her head up to accept a kiss as he passed by. He grabbed a water and a juice box from the fridge before sitting next to her, pushing the juice her way wordlessly. Usagi took an obedient drink, knowing vitamins were important and also knowing she had hurt his feelings by making his leave earlier. It was early in her pregnancy, yes, but she was already beginning to get mood swings.
"Where's the boy?" He asked after taking a long drink of his water. "I've decided to take him with me to Kakarott's."
"You know, I haven't seen Veggie all day." Bulma said thoughtfully, adding spices to the stew bubbling over the stove. "School let out quite a while ago, didn't it?"
"He's probably out somewhere having fun, that's all." Usagi smiled, reaching out with her fuzzy-slipper clad foot to begin a game of footsie under the table with her mate. "Trouser said he was walking home with Goshin. Maybe the two of them have finally decided to hook up."
"Brat's too young for that." Vegeta snorted.
Usagi kicked him gently. "That's what you said when Trunks started dating."
"Brat was older than the other brat is now." He grunted.
"I was fourteen when I had my first real boyfriend."
A noncommittal grunt and a dark look were Vegeta's only response. He didn't like admitting that the thought of her with anyone before him upset him.
"I was six." Bulma added.
"That's because you're a whore, woman." He finished off the rest of the water and stood. "Kakarott and I will probably spar for a few hours." He told Usagi, ignoring the offended blue haired woman completely as his eyes searched Usagi's in silent question. He felt guilty for leaving when she might need him.
Usagi smiled brightly and answered his guilt with a surge of love. "Have fun. If Veggie's there, have him call. And hey, why don't you just have Goku fly back here for dinner?"
"Share a meal with that idiot?" He scoffed. She raised an eyebrow and his expression grew less stony. "...perhaps." He relented, bending down for another quick kiss. Then he was gone, the window curtains fluttering in the breeze dramatically.
"Can't you learn to use a door!?" Bulma shouted before pulling the window closed.
~
"Chi-chi? Are my boys over there? It's time for them to come home." Usagi frowned, leaning against the wall and shifting the phone from one ear to the other. "I see."
"What?" Bulma asked, pissed that she had worked all day on dinner and no one had shown up to eat it.
Usagi covered the receiver with her hand. "She hasn't seen them all day. Hold on." She listened a few more moments before again addressing herself to the blue haired woman. "Goshin never came home from school, and she said Goku said that Vegeta never showed up where they had decided to meet."
"What? Why wouldn't he show up?"
"I don't...yes, Chi-chi, I'll have them call if I see them. Right. You too. Bye." She hung up and took a seat at the kitchen table, thoughtfully chewing on her thumbnail. "Bulma...I'm worried."
"Boys will be boys. You know how Vegeta and Veggie can get. And Goshin's almost as bad! They'll be home eventually." She offered, not sounding convinced. "Let's just go ahead and eat."
"You do it; I'm not hungry. I...I think I'm going to call Trunks. Maybe they went over there."
~
To Be Continued
Yes, a short, little, kind of trite chapter. But it is a chapter. This will probably be able to be wrapped up in only a few more chappies (it's not destined to be anywhere near as long as BOTR, thank God) So review!
So I read this over again yesterday to see where I left off, and I realized that it wasn't really as bad as I thought it was. Yay! (I felt bad because I thought I was posting crap, and it turns out it's only semi-crap!) As for Usagi being pregnant again...she was the one who said it wasn't possible, not me. (Evil laughter.) Or, if you prefer, being dead kind of fixed the problem.
Disclaimers: I own nothing...except a few originals. (I heart Veggie. He's so cute!)
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Lady Kilaki paced the length of her throneroom in long, irritated strides, kicking at her long, dark skirt.
How could that little brat be alive again? Beryl had killed her and she had been dead and gone and that was the way the world worked. No excuses, no exceptions.
And yet she was alive.
What to do, though? The little witch had obviously broken the rules by coming back from the dead; what other rules of battle could she break? Could Kilaki not just have her revenge and then take the pitiful little world over? That was what was supposed to happen, after all.
"A full-scale attack is what we need." Diamond was saying, eyeing her coolly, as if he had the nerve to think he was better than her just because she had failed to take the possibility of an untimely resurrection into account. "I will capture the princess and then you can wage your war on this planet. Speed and surprise are the keys to victory."
"No." She said, an idea occurring to her.
"No?"
A slow smile curved its way onto her lips. "She has defeated you before, has she not, my Diamond?"
He hesitated a moment before reluctantly giving his answer. "...yes, my lady, however..."
"No, not however. Obviously she is much too strong for the direct approach. So instead we must strike where it will weaken her, yes? You have watched her for a long time. You know what...and who she truly cares for. Now, think, my Diamond, and tell me how this can be used to our advantage."
Slowly a look of enlightenment crossed his face and he began to smile.
~
"I can't today, Goshin. Dad wants me home in case mom needs anything."
The dark haired girl gave an irritated huff. "Not even for a little while?"
Veggie shook his head. "You wouldn't believe how protective dad's gotten – it's worse than ever. Weird thing is, mom used to tell him when he was getting too obsessive; now she doesn't say a thing. And I know she doesn't like being treated like she's glass, so I just can't figure out why she's putting up with it just because she's going to have a baby."
"She's not even that far along yet, is she?"
"No, she's not. You can't even tell yet." Veggie sighed. "I don't mean to sound angry. She's my mom and I love her – and I know enough to appreciate her now, you know? It's just...you know, one day I'm going to be stronger than my father and then he won't be able to boss me anymore. It's like he things he's king of the universe or something."
"Uh...Veggie? He is a prince."
"Yeah, yeah, but that's beside the point. It has nothing to do with anythi- "
Their conversation ended abruptly.
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"The stew smells delicious, Bulma." Usagi said with a smile, stepping into the kitchen silently. "Will it be ready soon?"
"It should. You know, I have so little experience cooking; I'll be surprised if it even tastes like real food, whatever the smell. Maybe the fact that it's Chi-chi's recipe will give it a little better taste than something I came up with on my own."
"Well," Usagi laughed. "You know Sayians will eat anything, so really there's nothing to worry about. You could put rocks in the stew and they'd barely even pause to chew properly!"
"You think I should put rocks in it?" She asked, eyeing the stew thoughfully.
""No!" Usagi laughed. "I was only making an example."
"Well..." A sudden thought occurred to Bulma and she stopped. "What are you doing out of your room? Vegeta will go ballistic!"
"I'm not officially bedridden yet; I'm not even showing. We decided I would take it easy, not become an invalid, remember?"
"Well, I refuse to be yelled at just because you can't stay still."
"I'll deal with my mate on my own, thank you very much." Usagi sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. She really did feel fine, but she, too was worried about the child growing within her. She didn't think she could live with losing another one. So she was careful and Vegeta was careful and everyone treated her like porcelain and though she hated it, she allowed it to continue because she had no other choice than to grit her teeth and endure. For the baby. "Have you talked to Trunks today?"
"He called about an hour ago, actually. Right on time, every week when he runs out of clean laundry. I'll be glad when he's married and has someone else to take care of him. Maybe then I can get some work done. He's a grown boy, after all!"
"You're going to miss it." Usagi smiled. "You're going to end up like those mother-in-laws on TV who do whatever necessary to make their son's wives feel inadequate."
"Well...maybe. But there's nothing wrong with worrying about my boy."
"Unfortunately for little Monica, she'll have both of us to deal with, rather than just you. And Vegeta!"
Bulma laughed. "And Veggie and Trouser and Yamcha...I bet that poor girl has no idea what she's marrying into. I'm surprised Goten hasn't scared her off yet. Trunks is his best friend, after all."
"If she passed his tests, then she must be all right, ne?"
"I guess." Bulma conceded reluctantly.
The door swung open and Vegeta walked in, in all his spandexed glory, a towel thrown carelessly around his shoulders. He had been training all day – ever since Usagi had thrown him out for hovering like a worried mother hen just a little too much. Usagi smiled at him as she sent a wave of affection through their bond, tilting her head up to accept a kiss as he passed by. He grabbed a water and a juice box from the fridge before sitting next to her, pushing the juice her way wordlessly. Usagi took an obedient drink, knowing vitamins were important and also knowing she had hurt his feelings by making his leave earlier. It was early in her pregnancy, yes, but she was already beginning to get mood swings.
"Where's the boy?" He asked after taking a long drink of his water. "I've decided to take him with me to Kakarott's."
"You know, I haven't seen Veggie all day." Bulma said thoughtfully, adding spices to the stew bubbling over the stove. "School let out quite a while ago, didn't it?"
"He's probably out somewhere having fun, that's all." Usagi smiled, reaching out with her fuzzy-slipper clad foot to begin a game of footsie under the table with her mate. "Trouser said he was walking home with Goshin. Maybe the two of them have finally decided to hook up."
"Brat's too young for that." Vegeta snorted.
Usagi kicked him gently. "That's what you said when Trunks started dating."
"Brat was older than the other brat is now." He grunted.
"I was fourteen when I had my first real boyfriend."
A noncommittal grunt and a dark look were Vegeta's only response. He didn't like admitting that the thought of her with anyone before him upset him.
"I was six." Bulma added.
"That's because you're a whore, woman." He finished off the rest of the water and stood. "Kakarott and I will probably spar for a few hours." He told Usagi, ignoring the offended blue haired woman completely as his eyes searched Usagi's in silent question. He felt guilty for leaving when she might need him.
Usagi smiled brightly and answered his guilt with a surge of love. "Have fun. If Veggie's there, have him call. And hey, why don't you just have Goku fly back here for dinner?"
"Share a meal with that idiot?" He scoffed. She raised an eyebrow and his expression grew less stony. "...perhaps." He relented, bending down for another quick kiss. Then he was gone, the window curtains fluttering in the breeze dramatically.
"Can't you learn to use a door!?" Bulma shouted before pulling the window closed.
~
"Chi-chi? Are my boys over there? It's time for them to come home." Usagi frowned, leaning against the wall and shifting the phone from one ear to the other. "I see."
"What?" Bulma asked, pissed that she had worked all day on dinner and no one had shown up to eat it.
Usagi covered the receiver with her hand. "She hasn't seen them all day. Hold on." She listened a few more moments before again addressing herself to the blue haired woman. "Goshin never came home from school, and she said Goku said that Vegeta never showed up where they had decided to meet."
"What? Why wouldn't he show up?"
"I don't...yes, Chi-chi, I'll have them call if I see them. Right. You too. Bye." She hung up and took a seat at the kitchen table, thoughtfully chewing on her thumbnail. "Bulma...I'm worried."
"Boys will be boys. You know how Vegeta and Veggie can get. And Goshin's almost as bad! They'll be home eventually." She offered, not sounding convinced. "Let's just go ahead and eat."
"You do it; I'm not hungry. I...I think I'm going to call Trunks. Maybe they went over there."
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To Be Continued
Yes, a short, little, kind of trite chapter. But it is a chapter. This will probably be able to be wrapped up in only a few more chappies (it's not destined to be anywhere near as long as BOTR, thank God) So review!