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Disclaimer: Misa no own DBZ. Yousa idiot if yousa think misa do.
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He squinted his eyes as they were exposed to the bright light of the outdoors for the first time in weeks. Sitting on his haunches in the far corner of the cage, he came to ponder over this new predicament he was in. No longer was he in the dark recesses of the pet shop, but instead in the middle of what appeared to be a large greenhouse garden-type of building.
After giving them the appropriate hiss and snarl, the deliverymen scampered out of the enormous room through a set of thick doors on the far wall. If the boy pressed his face enough against the bars, he could see the bright glass ceiling that filtered through the sun's rays. The area was obviously well trimmed and kept in top condition, despite all of the strange creatures that he knew were kept somewhere in the room along with him. He couldn't see any yet, but he could definitely hear and smell them. They were probably keeping their distance from the intruder, unsure if he was a threat. The boy smirked at this thought. /You better believe I'm a threat/, he thought to himself.
Thinking that he was going to be left there for a long period of time, the young boy sighed and started to make himself comfortable, only to shoot up again when he heard some scuttling from the other side of the closed doors. His eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the barriers, and his body tensed up in preparation for any threat that might come shooting from the other side the moment they opened. He could hear people talking on the other side, their hurried sounds muffled by the thick doors. He crouched low to the ground, his tail flicking from side to side, looking very much like a cat stalking his prey. He wanted to appear as menacing as possible to whoever walked through that door. He didn't expect, however, for the doors to bang open and reveal a blonde woman scurrying out, followed closely by the old man from earlier. His lips lifted in preparation for his little spitting show, a small growl escaping his throat, before he was nearly knocked off his feet by what came next.
"OOOOOOOH! Dear, you never told me how ADORABLE he was!" the woman squealed at an impossibly high pitch, the echoes of her vocal onslaught reverberating through the large domed enclosure. Animals ran in fright, and birds took off from their comfortable perches after the unexpected outburst. The monkey boy's pupils dilated and his hands shot to cover his ears, all in an attempt to stop the ringing that was currently bouncing around in his head. The blonde woman dashed up to the cage, wrapping her hands around the bars.
"Hello, there, sugar pie! Aren't you the cutest little boy!" she cooed at the still incapacitated child, reaching in a hand to pat him on the head. At this point in time, though, he was finding it increasingly difficult to uncross his eyes, so he didn't really have the focus needed to take a swat at the annoying coddling woman. Once he regained his bearings, though, he did something he had not done since he could remember. Eyes widening and tail curled in between his legs, he scampered off to the farthest point possible in the small cage, retreating in an attempt to escape the mortifying woman. He looked at her with something akin to horror, silently pleading that she NEVER make that deafening noise again.
"Aww! The poor thing's scared to death!" she said, turning away from the cage to look at her husband. She soon started prattling on about something- rather (he heard something about "he'd look so cute in a little tux!" but he ignored it), while her husband sent a pitying look towards the child.
He only hoped the poor kid wasn't traumatized for life.
As the woman continued squawking like an eagle with hemorrhoids, the child did everything within his power to block her out. His sensitive ears could not bear to take the onslaught any longer, and he silently wondered to himself if that damn Nappa had taught him anything USEFUL over the years of training. Sure, he could incinerate thousands of people with a swipe of his hand, he could decimate planets, but could the child IGNORE the pain inflicted by a wife with a permanent sugar-high? As far as he was concerned, Nappa was toast when he got off this screwball planet.
The boy let out a sigh of relief when the doctor began herding his chattering wife back out of the room, contented with the fact that she was successfully introduced to the boy without killing him. When the door slammed shut, the boy deflated and sunk down against the bars of the cage, shutting his eyes in his fatigue. It had been a hell of a day so far, and he couldn't wait to get some rest. He breathed the moist air in deeply, opening his senses to the mini-jungle. He was lulled into a light doze by the distant trickling of water, as well as the light singing of a few nearby birds.
His nap was immediately cut short, however, when he felt a light poking at his shoulder. The boy shot up, tumbling to the other side of the cage in his haste, and spun around to face his possible attacker. A look of pure rage was etched onto his face, but was soon replaced with shock when he saw who it was. The girl from the pet shop! He bared his teeth at her. She actually snuck up on him!
"Bitch!" he hissed at her in his rage. How dare she! But then, at the sudden look of surprise on her face, his eyes widened and he slapped his hands over his mouth.
/Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap CRAP!/ That was it! He blew his cover! It was all over! He glanced at her to gauge her reaction. Now she'd tell everyone that he could talk. He couldn't hide among the brainless mongrels in the universe any longer. He was found out. He waited in fearful silence.
"Wow, that's a funny word! Whatsit mean?" Bulma queried. The boy's demeanor changed from mortification to shock to humored disbelief. Resisting the urge to laugh out loud at the girl, he opted for trying to recover his "disguise" of sorts by snarling at the girl and returning to his animalistic expressions. Snickering to himself, he joyously thought, /Ah, the naiveties of youth!/ Bulma backed off, wrinkling her nose at his display.
"Yeesh! You didn't have to get all nasty about it! I just asked you a question," she retorted. Then seemingly losing interest in the boy, she ran off to a side, shuffling behind a few bushes.
/PLEASE, let her be leaving/, the boy pleaded in his mind. His wish wasn't answered, though, because right then the girl reappeared, this time with a guest, though. He recognized it immediately as the Sonian Tree Fox her father had purchased for her earlier along with himself.
"Remember him?" she asked the caged boy. "I named him Chizzler!" The said fox squeaked at hearing his name. She held Chizzler up to the bars of the cage, as if letting the boy get a better look at him. Just as quickly, though, she put him back down, looking at the caged child with a questioning glance.
"What's your name?" she asked him innocently. The boy looked into her face to see her staring back at him with genuine wide-eyed curiosity, her head cocked to the side just a bit in question. She waited patiently for his answer, but instead he turned his back on her and quietly crawled to the far side of the cage, tilting his head so that his face was hidden behind his ebony spikes. His chocolate tail swished in the air. He was ignoring her.
Bulma frowned, but did not complain. She got up from her squatting position next to the cage and made her way towards the large double doors. Before walking through them and exiting the garden, she clicked her tongue quietly and called to her fox. Chizzler scampered from a under a bush, bounding up to his master and leaping nimbly into her arms. She left the room, shutting the doors behind her with an echoing click, not once looking back at the boy.
The forested aviary was serenely quiet. It wasn't a complete silence, but instead the type one would find suitable for meditation, a place to think without being disturbed. Water trickled in the distance, and birds chattered among the branches overhead. The cries and grunts of the larger animals blended into a single chorus of soft noise. Bees buzzed along from flower to flower, sipping sweet nectar, and a lone voice could be heard amidst these sounds.
"My name is Vegeta."
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The girl pulled her ear away from the crack between the closed doors, a small smile on her face. Stepping back from the garden entrance, she made her way down the hall. Dinner should be ready soon, she thought to herself. Her stomach growled at the thought. Yes, food sounded real nice just then.
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Chapter 2! Yessiree, there it is, although significantly shorter than chapter 1. I TOLD you guys it was a special treat. It's hard to get them that long when you're writing the chapters as you go. I don't have anything prewritten or even planned out. I'm doing this as I go. I hope you still enjoyed it, and I'm so glad my first chapter got such a wonderful response! ^__^ *Does the Macarena* Remember to let me know if you liked this chapter. Hell, leave a review even if you thought it sucked. I don't really care! Just tell me what you think about it, and what you think I can do to make it any better. ^_^
To Kitanai Kodomo: To answer your question, I don't think Mrs. Briefs' first name was ever said in the manga or in the series. A good portion of fanfiction writers who use her in their stories, however, have adopted the name "Bunny" to make up for it. Like I said before, I don't think it was ever mentioned in the series, but it's not too hard to picture Dr. Briefs calling her that all the time. Most official sources (like magazines and character guides) just call her "Mama", and I think I'll be using that throughout the majority of the story. I hope I answered your question!
Next chapter:
As the family continued with their meal, Bulma decided to speak up and voice a question that had been nagging her since earlier that day.
"Daddy? What's a 'bitch'?"
Hehe. Coming up on the next installment! (WOW, hire the DBZ narrator. -__-;;)
Disclaimer: Misa no own DBZ. Yousa idiot if yousa think misa do.
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He squinted his eyes as they were exposed to the bright light of the outdoors for the first time in weeks. Sitting on his haunches in the far corner of the cage, he came to ponder over this new predicament he was in. No longer was he in the dark recesses of the pet shop, but instead in the middle of what appeared to be a large greenhouse garden-type of building.
After giving them the appropriate hiss and snarl, the deliverymen scampered out of the enormous room through a set of thick doors on the far wall. If the boy pressed his face enough against the bars, he could see the bright glass ceiling that filtered through the sun's rays. The area was obviously well trimmed and kept in top condition, despite all of the strange creatures that he knew were kept somewhere in the room along with him. He couldn't see any yet, but he could definitely hear and smell them. They were probably keeping their distance from the intruder, unsure if he was a threat. The boy smirked at this thought. /You better believe I'm a threat/, he thought to himself.
Thinking that he was going to be left there for a long period of time, the young boy sighed and started to make himself comfortable, only to shoot up again when he heard some scuttling from the other side of the closed doors. His eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the barriers, and his body tensed up in preparation for any threat that might come shooting from the other side the moment they opened. He could hear people talking on the other side, their hurried sounds muffled by the thick doors. He crouched low to the ground, his tail flicking from side to side, looking very much like a cat stalking his prey. He wanted to appear as menacing as possible to whoever walked through that door. He didn't expect, however, for the doors to bang open and reveal a blonde woman scurrying out, followed closely by the old man from earlier. His lips lifted in preparation for his little spitting show, a small growl escaping his throat, before he was nearly knocked off his feet by what came next.
"OOOOOOOH! Dear, you never told me how ADORABLE he was!" the woman squealed at an impossibly high pitch, the echoes of her vocal onslaught reverberating through the large domed enclosure. Animals ran in fright, and birds took off from their comfortable perches after the unexpected outburst. The monkey boy's pupils dilated and his hands shot to cover his ears, all in an attempt to stop the ringing that was currently bouncing around in his head. The blonde woman dashed up to the cage, wrapping her hands around the bars.
"Hello, there, sugar pie! Aren't you the cutest little boy!" she cooed at the still incapacitated child, reaching in a hand to pat him on the head. At this point in time, though, he was finding it increasingly difficult to uncross his eyes, so he didn't really have the focus needed to take a swat at the annoying coddling woman. Once he regained his bearings, though, he did something he had not done since he could remember. Eyes widening and tail curled in between his legs, he scampered off to the farthest point possible in the small cage, retreating in an attempt to escape the mortifying woman. He looked at her with something akin to horror, silently pleading that she NEVER make that deafening noise again.
"Aww! The poor thing's scared to death!" she said, turning away from the cage to look at her husband. She soon started prattling on about something- rather (he heard something about "he'd look so cute in a little tux!" but he ignored it), while her husband sent a pitying look towards the child.
He only hoped the poor kid wasn't traumatized for life.
As the woman continued squawking like an eagle with hemorrhoids, the child did everything within his power to block her out. His sensitive ears could not bear to take the onslaught any longer, and he silently wondered to himself if that damn Nappa had taught him anything USEFUL over the years of training. Sure, he could incinerate thousands of people with a swipe of his hand, he could decimate planets, but could the child IGNORE the pain inflicted by a wife with a permanent sugar-high? As far as he was concerned, Nappa was toast when he got off this screwball planet.
The boy let out a sigh of relief when the doctor began herding his chattering wife back out of the room, contented with the fact that she was successfully introduced to the boy without killing him. When the door slammed shut, the boy deflated and sunk down against the bars of the cage, shutting his eyes in his fatigue. It had been a hell of a day so far, and he couldn't wait to get some rest. He breathed the moist air in deeply, opening his senses to the mini-jungle. He was lulled into a light doze by the distant trickling of water, as well as the light singing of a few nearby birds.
His nap was immediately cut short, however, when he felt a light poking at his shoulder. The boy shot up, tumbling to the other side of the cage in his haste, and spun around to face his possible attacker. A look of pure rage was etched onto his face, but was soon replaced with shock when he saw who it was. The girl from the pet shop! He bared his teeth at her. She actually snuck up on him!
"Bitch!" he hissed at her in his rage. How dare she! But then, at the sudden look of surprise on her face, his eyes widened and he slapped his hands over his mouth.
/Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap CRAP!/ That was it! He blew his cover! It was all over! He glanced at her to gauge her reaction. Now she'd tell everyone that he could talk. He couldn't hide among the brainless mongrels in the universe any longer. He was found out. He waited in fearful silence.
"Wow, that's a funny word! Whatsit mean?" Bulma queried. The boy's demeanor changed from mortification to shock to humored disbelief. Resisting the urge to laugh out loud at the girl, he opted for trying to recover his "disguise" of sorts by snarling at the girl and returning to his animalistic expressions. Snickering to himself, he joyously thought, /Ah, the naiveties of youth!/ Bulma backed off, wrinkling her nose at his display.
"Yeesh! You didn't have to get all nasty about it! I just asked you a question," she retorted. Then seemingly losing interest in the boy, she ran off to a side, shuffling behind a few bushes.
/PLEASE, let her be leaving/, the boy pleaded in his mind. His wish wasn't answered, though, because right then the girl reappeared, this time with a guest, though. He recognized it immediately as the Sonian Tree Fox her father had purchased for her earlier along with himself.
"Remember him?" she asked the caged boy. "I named him Chizzler!" The said fox squeaked at hearing his name. She held Chizzler up to the bars of the cage, as if letting the boy get a better look at him. Just as quickly, though, she put him back down, looking at the caged child with a questioning glance.
"What's your name?" she asked him innocently. The boy looked into her face to see her staring back at him with genuine wide-eyed curiosity, her head cocked to the side just a bit in question. She waited patiently for his answer, but instead he turned his back on her and quietly crawled to the far side of the cage, tilting his head so that his face was hidden behind his ebony spikes. His chocolate tail swished in the air. He was ignoring her.
Bulma frowned, but did not complain. She got up from her squatting position next to the cage and made her way towards the large double doors. Before walking through them and exiting the garden, she clicked her tongue quietly and called to her fox. Chizzler scampered from a under a bush, bounding up to his master and leaping nimbly into her arms. She left the room, shutting the doors behind her with an echoing click, not once looking back at the boy.
The forested aviary was serenely quiet. It wasn't a complete silence, but instead the type one would find suitable for meditation, a place to think without being disturbed. Water trickled in the distance, and birds chattered among the branches overhead. The cries and grunts of the larger animals blended into a single chorus of soft noise. Bees buzzed along from flower to flower, sipping sweet nectar, and a lone voice could be heard amidst these sounds.
"My name is Vegeta."
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The girl pulled her ear away from the crack between the closed doors, a small smile on her face. Stepping back from the garden entrance, she made her way down the hall. Dinner should be ready soon, she thought to herself. Her stomach growled at the thought. Yes, food sounded real nice just then.
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Chapter 2! Yessiree, there it is, although significantly shorter than chapter 1. I TOLD you guys it was a special treat. It's hard to get them that long when you're writing the chapters as you go. I don't have anything prewritten or even planned out. I'm doing this as I go. I hope you still enjoyed it, and I'm so glad my first chapter got such a wonderful response! ^__^ *Does the Macarena* Remember to let me know if you liked this chapter. Hell, leave a review even if you thought it sucked. I don't really care! Just tell me what you think about it, and what you think I can do to make it any better. ^_^
To Kitanai Kodomo: To answer your question, I don't think Mrs. Briefs' first name was ever said in the manga or in the series. A good portion of fanfiction writers who use her in their stories, however, have adopted the name "Bunny" to make up for it. Like I said before, I don't think it was ever mentioned in the series, but it's not too hard to picture Dr. Briefs calling her that all the time. Most official sources (like magazines and character guides) just call her "Mama", and I think I'll be using that throughout the majority of the story. I hope I answered your question!
Next chapter:
As the family continued with their meal, Bulma decided to speak up and voice a question that had been nagging her since earlier that day.
"Daddy? What's a 'bitch'?"
Hehe. Coming up on the next installment! (WOW, hire the DBZ narrator. -__-;;)