Last time:
"What?"
"Oh nothing." She glided across the floor and into his arms. "Come on. I've been keeping my hands off you all day," she said, pulling him to follow her. "But I don't think I can anymore."
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Bulma and Vegeta had sex.
Then Bulma and Vegeta went home to Earth. Everyone was shocked that they were together. Then Trunks was born.—THE END.
Now some people think that this (and what I mean is a fast paced story) is the right approach to Bulma and Vegeta romance. I, on the other hand, prefer substance to mindless drawl. So, if you're one of those people who like to read stories with little to no feeling, then, by all means, take those few sentences as the ending to my fic. But, if you're like me, and can appreciate a good, long story, then please be patient, I won't fail you.
On with the fic!!!!
Oh, and for the lemon, consult my author profile, as usual :P
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Bulma ran her hands across Vegeta's chest, her legs straddling him, and stopped abruptly at the rim of his loose pants. He gave a throaty groan, urging her on, his engorged self almost to the breaking point. If she didn't get on with her little game, he'd turn her over and give way to his mounting instincts.
"Woman," he breathed, his fists clenched with bed sheets.
"Oh, now, Vegeta," she laughed as she leaned down to dart her tongue around his belly button. He arched his back slightly, then forced himself to relax. "I thought you could control yourself better."
"And I thought you knew that none of my old rules apply to you."
"Really?" She lifted her head and stared, mystified, at her mate.
"You really are so simply, aren't you?" he said, his breaths closer, his desire increasingly urgent. I want you woman! Stop these games!
"How so?"
He let out an almost agonizing moan, placing his hands on her hips.
"Take my word, and be quiet."
"Alright. But the next time this comes up you won't be able to escape."
"Next time?"
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---INSERT LEMON HERE!---
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It was early morning.
Light had yet to reach over the horizon, to creep through the curtains.
They were awake, and not at all tired.
In the midst of a trail of hot kisses, Vegeta lifted his head, tilted it to the side, and whispered, "How does the child feel?"
Bulma managed to catch her breath long enough to tell him that the baby was fine, though she knew what the question really meant. He wanted to know how SHE was feeling, if their passionate night had had any ill effects on her, if she could endure more of him, if she wouldn't break like some fragile leaf under his mighty pressure.
"Really," she murmured, when he didn't continue, his eyes drifting towards her abdomen. "There's nothing to worry about." But she'd wondered too; thought, in the farthest depths of her mind, what that kind of force could do to a fetus. Though it seemed his fear overwhelmed hers.
He sat up, pulling her into his arms, her body cradled in his lap. He whispered something incoherent, though it could have very well been in a different language, then gently slipped off the bed and out of the room, leaving her in utter stunned confusion. And when she finally regained her composure and went to seek him out, found the control room shut off and locked with a code. She tried to override it, but only managed to frustrate herself.
"I'm not even going to try with you this time!" she spat, slamming one fist on the metal door. "I'll be with Furto if you decide to grow up!"
Behind the door Vegeta sat, his knees scrunched into his chest, head buried, eyes wet and quivering. In the few seconds of fear for Bulma's health and the welfare of their child, he'd suddenly realized that no matter what he did, no matter who he killed or what tone he took with her, she would always, ALWAYS, be in his life. And even though he'd always known that, that when he'd bitten her that's exactly what he was ensuring, it didn't quite strike him until just then. He, Prince Vegeta of the Saiyans, was now completely dependant on a frail earth woman for the sake of his sanity. Without her he was nothing, and that created such a fear in him that he couldn't stand to be near her in that moment.
He was incapable of accepting the truth just then…She was his life now.
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"You're not worried?" Furto asked, clutching the backs on his arms as he walked. They were in a park of sorts, with scattered trees and bushes, and crudely carved benches of wood and sometimes stone. The path they were on circled the park. They'd already gone around eight times, and still Furto was troubled by her assessments. "How can you not be worried, Miss? His actions are strange, even for Vegeta. And I'm afraid I don't fully understand everything about it."
Bulma let out an exasperated laugh, pulled her hands out of her pockets and crossed her arms.
"I'm tired of trying to figure him. I love him, Kami I love him! There's not a moment that goes by that I'm not thinking about some little thing that brings me back to him, and yet…I feel like giving up, like if I continued to be with him what would become of me? And I know I could never live without him. That's absurd. But you can't blame me for how I feel. He's unbelievable. I don't even think I care to know what set him off this time. He has too many vices driving at him…Life would be so much simpler if he'd never come to Earth."
"But would you be happy?"
"Of course not," she sighed, kicking at a loose stone. "I would know there was something missing, and it'd drive me nuts. Right now I'm at a point in my life where I can't afford to not have love. I've been living without it for so long that if I somehow lost it, I'd lose myself."
"And you can't think of one thing that made him leave the room?"
"Like I said, all he did was ask if the baby was ok, then he sort of hugged me and left. He put a damn code lock on the door."
"Maybe the thought of a child frightens him. Maybe—"
"That can't be true," she interrupted, stopping suddenly along the path. "Before we mated he said that the sole reason for having a mate would be to 'obtain heirs.' His words, not mine."
"How did you figure otherwise?" he asked, his lips curling into a smile. He knew she'd know what he was asking.
"All those things he said to me right before I quote unquote died…He said he'd given me more than he'd given anyone else before. I knew then and it broke my heart…I really did think I was dying." She hung her head, almost ashamed. "He was right, I had been selfish…and I'm being selfish again. But don't I deserve to know what's bothering him! I opened up to him completely! I at least deserve to know why he walked out on me!"
"Then it does worry you?" He flinched when her eyes snapped on him.
"It worries me that after all I've said, all my preaching and accusations, that I might be just as afraid of being with him as he is with me, no matter how much I love him…Furto," she cried, her eyes welling with salty, stinging tears, "how can this really work? I don't see a way…"
"The 'commoner' shall never see themselves as equal to the royal," he sighed, stepping forward and wrapping Bulma into his arms, though she towered over him. "It's an unwritten rule, and I am ashamed to say that I myself have followed it, almost too closely…I could have lost my dear Jemalin if it hadn't been for you, Bulma."
"But you make it work because she openly loves you. I know Vegeta loves me, there's no doubt in that, but to hear him say it, just once, then I think I'd know we could be ok."
"The simple words are just that, Bulma—simple! It's actions that count. You should know that after having fought with him for so long. His words are nothing, heated and angry, but nothing of what he feels."
"And what if Jemalin never told you she loved you? What then? Would you doubt her love? Doubt her being there? Doubt everything she's ever done and think, well, maybe she could be playing with me, bidding her time, then—BAM!—she'll hurt me again! Life is a gamble, Furto, but sometimes, when you get those undefeatable cards, you know, without a doubt, that you'll win…That's all I need from Vegeta."
"I've never met someone with so many complications," Furto said after a long moment.
"I know," she sighed, gently pulling away from him and resumed their walk. "Please forgive me, for what I said."
"If you can forgive me for not knowing how to help."
"Agreed."
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Senju lifted Golana—kicking and screaming—off the shore and threw her over his shoulder, kicking up sand as he ran into the ocean. Jemalin and Furto burst into peals of laughter, holding each other close, as they watched their friends flirt so obviously.
Bulma sat alone on the other side of the beach blanket, staring blindly at the waves, her thoughts a mixture of sorrow and confusion. She couldn't know that Vegeta's thoughts mirrored her own.
"Will you join us in the water?" Furto asked, reaching over and clasping Bulma's wrist. She was almost too startled to reply.
"No thanks. I need to catch some sun. I'm white as a ghost." Could they sense the tremor in her voice? She prayed to Kami that they didn't. And as she watched Furto and his belovéd Jemalin walk towards the ocean, her soul quivered. What was she doing here? Why wasn't she back on the ship, making right by Vegeta? She didn't know what the problem was, but together, as a couple, as mates, they should be able to figure it out. If not, then what was the point of being together?
Without a moment's hesitation, she picked herself up off the blanket and started back to the ship, a good ten-mile walk.
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"I want to get a few things straight right now," Bulma said upon entering her bedroom, Vegeta at her heals. She took a seat on the bed. He opted to stand.
"And that would be?" Cold. Distant. Monotone. Ahh, Vegeta.
"First, I'm one hundred percent fine. Golana said that a little playtime won't have any ill effects on our child. No matter how rough we are." Vegeta open his mouth to speak, but she held up a finger to shush him. "Second, I'm not mad at you for leaving without an explanation yesterday. I've had a full day to think about it and that brings me to my third point…I want to tell you something that I just realized."
He nodded, the relief he was just feeling dissipating as quickly as it'd come.
"I can't lie to you. I love you too much for that."
"Get to the point, woman," he growled, though in the back of his mind he was begging that she wouldn't say something to shatter their precious bond. Not physically, of course.
"I don't…I can't see our relationship working. I don't see how us—" She motioned between them. "—could work out. We're so completely opposite. And it scares me that maybe, even though we love each other—" Surprisingly he didn't flinch. "—our relationship could still end up a disaster and we'd regret having been together."
"Whoa! Stop right there, woman."
"What?" She tilted her head to the side, confused by his words. She didn't think what she was saying was completely in left field.
"There is no way in Kami's universe that I would EVER regret having been with you." Bulma let out a repressed gasp and went to hug him, though froze as his hands formed trembling fists at his sides. "I realized the other night that I was bonded to you forever. I knew this all along, but the finality seemed to hit me just then. And I ran. I ran like a foolish coward!" Every corded muscle in his arms bulged. And though she knew it was anger for himself, Bulma couldn't help but shrink back. "But I've almost lost you once," he sighed. "I didn't know that something such as that could have an effect on a someone so much. And I made too many mistakes for pride's sake in the past." His arms relaxed, fists loosening, voice calming. "I refuse to make anymore."
"Then we're agreed?" she asked after a considerable amount of time, most of which she willed her heart not to beat so fiercely. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. I knew it before, but—Kami!—he loves ME!
"Agreed on what?"
"That we'll be together and forget the consequences."
"Bulma," he sighed, scooping her into his arms. And there was no need to say anymore.
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Light had only just cascaded over the rough terrain of Fewskm, illuminating the blue sand and trees and stones. A warm breeze was blowing in from the east, yet it seemed soothing, rather than irritating as it always had been. Always had been? Well, since they'd arrived on that planet, since the friendships and relationships had flourished, since they'd all come together and vowed to never forget one another so long as they lived.
Too many times Bulma had broken down into tears while on Fewskm. She made it a point to not do so at the going away party or the day she and Vegeta would leave for good. And up until now she'd kept that quiet promise to herself, holding in the tears, biting her lip, hugging her cherished friends.
She couldn't believe that they were actually leaving.
How could she ever say good-bye to them? To Furto?
And yet, in the back of her mind, she was almost too giddy for home to endure the long good-byes.
Ahh, home…
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---Chapter 34! Weee! Hey, I know it seems short, but that's only because I had to post the lemon on another site, blah, blah, blah :P And yes, Bulma and Vegeta fought, AGAIN, but it was all solved in one chapter, and the issue was new and needed attention…Sorry for taking so long to update, but I was soooo completely at a loss for what to put next. I didn't want them on the ship for home, and yet I didn't have anything to put in between the chapters. I had an entire chapter all typed out before I realized I hated it and had to started all over. Feh! Hopefully you all liked it. I plan on finishing it in the next two or three chapters.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters)
Next time: Homeward bound!!!
Note to BogusRed: Thanks for the criticism. I always ask for it, but no one ever gives me anything really constructive like you did. I agree on your point with Bulma and Furto and how he always seems to solve everything for her. I'll work on that :P I just thought it'd be nice, like you said, to have someone to guide her, because he's been through so much that she could relate to. Though, I have to say I don't agree with how you think Bulma should be social, because she does almost nothing but talk in the show, and I'm trying to make her as much like the show as possible. Again, thanks for the advice! :)
"What?"
"Oh nothing." She glided across the floor and into his arms. "Come on. I've been keeping my hands off you all day," she said, pulling him to follow her. "But I don't think I can anymore."
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Bulma and Vegeta had sex.
Then Bulma and Vegeta went home to Earth. Everyone was shocked that they were together. Then Trunks was born.—THE END.
Now some people think that this (and what I mean is a fast paced story) is the right approach to Bulma and Vegeta romance. I, on the other hand, prefer substance to mindless drawl. So, if you're one of those people who like to read stories with little to no feeling, then, by all means, take those few sentences as the ending to my fic. But, if you're like me, and can appreciate a good, long story, then please be patient, I won't fail you.
On with the fic!!!!
Oh, and for the lemon, consult my author profile, as usual :P
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Bulma ran her hands across Vegeta's chest, her legs straddling him, and stopped abruptly at the rim of his loose pants. He gave a throaty groan, urging her on, his engorged self almost to the breaking point. If she didn't get on with her little game, he'd turn her over and give way to his mounting instincts.
"Woman," he breathed, his fists clenched with bed sheets.
"Oh, now, Vegeta," she laughed as she leaned down to dart her tongue around his belly button. He arched his back slightly, then forced himself to relax. "I thought you could control yourself better."
"And I thought you knew that none of my old rules apply to you."
"Really?" She lifted her head and stared, mystified, at her mate.
"You really are so simply, aren't you?" he said, his breaths closer, his desire increasingly urgent. I want you woman! Stop these games!
"How so?"
He let out an almost agonizing moan, placing his hands on her hips.
"Take my word, and be quiet."
"Alright. But the next time this comes up you won't be able to escape."
"Next time?"
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---INSERT LEMON HERE!---
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It was early morning.
Light had yet to reach over the horizon, to creep through the curtains.
They were awake, and not at all tired.
In the midst of a trail of hot kisses, Vegeta lifted his head, tilted it to the side, and whispered, "How does the child feel?"
Bulma managed to catch her breath long enough to tell him that the baby was fine, though she knew what the question really meant. He wanted to know how SHE was feeling, if their passionate night had had any ill effects on her, if she could endure more of him, if she wouldn't break like some fragile leaf under his mighty pressure.
"Really," she murmured, when he didn't continue, his eyes drifting towards her abdomen. "There's nothing to worry about." But she'd wondered too; thought, in the farthest depths of her mind, what that kind of force could do to a fetus. Though it seemed his fear overwhelmed hers.
He sat up, pulling her into his arms, her body cradled in his lap. He whispered something incoherent, though it could have very well been in a different language, then gently slipped off the bed and out of the room, leaving her in utter stunned confusion. And when she finally regained her composure and went to seek him out, found the control room shut off and locked with a code. She tried to override it, but only managed to frustrate herself.
"I'm not even going to try with you this time!" she spat, slamming one fist on the metal door. "I'll be with Furto if you decide to grow up!"
Behind the door Vegeta sat, his knees scrunched into his chest, head buried, eyes wet and quivering. In the few seconds of fear for Bulma's health and the welfare of their child, he'd suddenly realized that no matter what he did, no matter who he killed or what tone he took with her, she would always, ALWAYS, be in his life. And even though he'd always known that, that when he'd bitten her that's exactly what he was ensuring, it didn't quite strike him until just then. He, Prince Vegeta of the Saiyans, was now completely dependant on a frail earth woman for the sake of his sanity. Without her he was nothing, and that created such a fear in him that he couldn't stand to be near her in that moment.
He was incapable of accepting the truth just then…She was his life now.
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"You're not worried?" Furto asked, clutching the backs on his arms as he walked. They were in a park of sorts, with scattered trees and bushes, and crudely carved benches of wood and sometimes stone. The path they were on circled the park. They'd already gone around eight times, and still Furto was troubled by her assessments. "How can you not be worried, Miss? His actions are strange, even for Vegeta. And I'm afraid I don't fully understand everything about it."
Bulma let out an exasperated laugh, pulled her hands out of her pockets and crossed her arms.
"I'm tired of trying to figure him. I love him, Kami I love him! There's not a moment that goes by that I'm not thinking about some little thing that brings me back to him, and yet…I feel like giving up, like if I continued to be with him what would become of me? And I know I could never live without him. That's absurd. But you can't blame me for how I feel. He's unbelievable. I don't even think I care to know what set him off this time. He has too many vices driving at him…Life would be so much simpler if he'd never come to Earth."
"But would you be happy?"
"Of course not," she sighed, kicking at a loose stone. "I would know there was something missing, and it'd drive me nuts. Right now I'm at a point in my life where I can't afford to not have love. I've been living without it for so long that if I somehow lost it, I'd lose myself."
"And you can't think of one thing that made him leave the room?"
"Like I said, all he did was ask if the baby was ok, then he sort of hugged me and left. He put a damn code lock on the door."
"Maybe the thought of a child frightens him. Maybe—"
"That can't be true," she interrupted, stopping suddenly along the path. "Before we mated he said that the sole reason for having a mate would be to 'obtain heirs.' His words, not mine."
"How did you figure otherwise?" he asked, his lips curling into a smile. He knew she'd know what he was asking.
"All those things he said to me right before I quote unquote died…He said he'd given me more than he'd given anyone else before. I knew then and it broke my heart…I really did think I was dying." She hung her head, almost ashamed. "He was right, I had been selfish…and I'm being selfish again. But don't I deserve to know what's bothering him! I opened up to him completely! I at least deserve to know why he walked out on me!"
"Then it does worry you?" He flinched when her eyes snapped on him.
"It worries me that after all I've said, all my preaching and accusations, that I might be just as afraid of being with him as he is with me, no matter how much I love him…Furto," she cried, her eyes welling with salty, stinging tears, "how can this really work? I don't see a way…"
"The 'commoner' shall never see themselves as equal to the royal," he sighed, stepping forward and wrapping Bulma into his arms, though she towered over him. "It's an unwritten rule, and I am ashamed to say that I myself have followed it, almost too closely…I could have lost my dear Jemalin if it hadn't been for you, Bulma."
"But you make it work because she openly loves you. I know Vegeta loves me, there's no doubt in that, but to hear him say it, just once, then I think I'd know we could be ok."
"The simple words are just that, Bulma—simple! It's actions that count. You should know that after having fought with him for so long. His words are nothing, heated and angry, but nothing of what he feels."
"And what if Jemalin never told you she loved you? What then? Would you doubt her love? Doubt her being there? Doubt everything she's ever done and think, well, maybe she could be playing with me, bidding her time, then—BAM!—she'll hurt me again! Life is a gamble, Furto, but sometimes, when you get those undefeatable cards, you know, without a doubt, that you'll win…That's all I need from Vegeta."
"I've never met someone with so many complications," Furto said after a long moment.
"I know," she sighed, gently pulling away from him and resumed their walk. "Please forgive me, for what I said."
"If you can forgive me for not knowing how to help."
"Agreed."
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Senju lifted Golana—kicking and screaming—off the shore and threw her over his shoulder, kicking up sand as he ran into the ocean. Jemalin and Furto burst into peals of laughter, holding each other close, as they watched their friends flirt so obviously.
Bulma sat alone on the other side of the beach blanket, staring blindly at the waves, her thoughts a mixture of sorrow and confusion. She couldn't know that Vegeta's thoughts mirrored her own.
"Will you join us in the water?" Furto asked, reaching over and clasping Bulma's wrist. She was almost too startled to reply.
"No thanks. I need to catch some sun. I'm white as a ghost." Could they sense the tremor in her voice? She prayed to Kami that they didn't. And as she watched Furto and his belovéd Jemalin walk towards the ocean, her soul quivered. What was she doing here? Why wasn't she back on the ship, making right by Vegeta? She didn't know what the problem was, but together, as a couple, as mates, they should be able to figure it out. If not, then what was the point of being together?
Without a moment's hesitation, she picked herself up off the blanket and started back to the ship, a good ten-mile walk.
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"I want to get a few things straight right now," Bulma said upon entering her bedroom, Vegeta at her heals. She took a seat on the bed. He opted to stand.
"And that would be?" Cold. Distant. Monotone. Ahh, Vegeta.
"First, I'm one hundred percent fine. Golana said that a little playtime won't have any ill effects on our child. No matter how rough we are." Vegeta open his mouth to speak, but she held up a finger to shush him. "Second, I'm not mad at you for leaving without an explanation yesterday. I've had a full day to think about it and that brings me to my third point…I want to tell you something that I just realized."
He nodded, the relief he was just feeling dissipating as quickly as it'd come.
"I can't lie to you. I love you too much for that."
"Get to the point, woman," he growled, though in the back of his mind he was begging that she wouldn't say something to shatter their precious bond. Not physically, of course.
"I don't…I can't see our relationship working. I don't see how us—" She motioned between them. "—could work out. We're so completely opposite. And it scares me that maybe, even though we love each other—" Surprisingly he didn't flinch. "—our relationship could still end up a disaster and we'd regret having been together."
"Whoa! Stop right there, woman."
"What?" She tilted her head to the side, confused by his words. She didn't think what she was saying was completely in left field.
"There is no way in Kami's universe that I would EVER regret having been with you." Bulma let out a repressed gasp and went to hug him, though froze as his hands formed trembling fists at his sides. "I realized the other night that I was bonded to you forever. I knew this all along, but the finality seemed to hit me just then. And I ran. I ran like a foolish coward!" Every corded muscle in his arms bulged. And though she knew it was anger for himself, Bulma couldn't help but shrink back. "But I've almost lost you once," he sighed. "I didn't know that something such as that could have an effect on a someone so much. And I made too many mistakes for pride's sake in the past." His arms relaxed, fists loosening, voice calming. "I refuse to make anymore."
"Then we're agreed?" she asked after a considerable amount of time, most of which she willed her heart not to beat so fiercely. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. I knew it before, but—Kami!—he loves ME!
"Agreed on what?"
"That we'll be together and forget the consequences."
"Bulma," he sighed, scooping her into his arms. And there was no need to say anymore.
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Light had only just cascaded over the rough terrain of Fewskm, illuminating the blue sand and trees and stones. A warm breeze was blowing in from the east, yet it seemed soothing, rather than irritating as it always had been. Always had been? Well, since they'd arrived on that planet, since the friendships and relationships had flourished, since they'd all come together and vowed to never forget one another so long as they lived.
Too many times Bulma had broken down into tears while on Fewskm. She made it a point to not do so at the going away party or the day she and Vegeta would leave for good. And up until now she'd kept that quiet promise to herself, holding in the tears, biting her lip, hugging her cherished friends.
She couldn't believe that they were actually leaving.
How could she ever say good-bye to them? To Furto?
And yet, in the back of her mind, she was almost too giddy for home to endure the long good-byes.
Ahh, home…
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---Chapter 34! Weee! Hey, I know it seems short, but that's only because I had to post the lemon on another site, blah, blah, blah :P And yes, Bulma and Vegeta fought, AGAIN, but it was all solved in one chapter, and the issue was new and needed attention…Sorry for taking so long to update, but I was soooo completely at a loss for what to put next. I didn't want them on the ship for home, and yet I didn't have anything to put in between the chapters. I had an entire chapter all typed out before I realized I hated it and had to started all over. Feh! Hopefully you all liked it. I plan on finishing it in the next two or three chapters.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters)
Next time: Homeward bound!!!
Note to BogusRed: Thanks for the criticism. I always ask for it, but no one ever gives me anything really constructive like you did. I agree on your point with Bulma and Furto and how he always seems to solve everything for her. I'll work on that :P I just thought it'd be nice, like you said, to have someone to guide her, because he's been through so much that she could relate to. Though, I have to say I don't agree with how you think Bulma should be social, because she does almost nothing but talk in the show, and I'm trying to make her as much like the show as possible. Again, thanks for the advice! :)