Note To Readers: At first I didn't think that this story would go anywhere, but after reading all your nice reviews I desperately struggled through days of writer's block and an icky cold to come up with the next part of Tears in May. See? It pays off to write the reviews. *sniff*
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some juice, a couple of tissues, and get back to bed.
*Ah-choo!* Oh... Woe is me.....
"Oh sweetie, you're over-reacting" laughed Mrs. Briefs as she poured a hot, brown liquid into little, pink, china tea cups on a silver tray.
"I'm telling you Mother, he was crying his eyes out in front of that t.v. set." said Bulma.
"I think it's sweet, it's so hard to find a sensitive man , I think it's cute."
"Well I think it's creepy, this is the man who spends 24-7 in a gravity room, training himself to death, and only smiles when he thinks of something being beaten to a pulp."
Mrs. Briefs (who had not been listening to a single word of this) merely hummed some cheery old tune as she finished pouring drinks. She picked up the tray and carried it out to the living room where Vegeta was still standing; Frozen in horror of being discovered watching an Earthling soap opera.
"Vegeta, look I made you some hot cocoa."
"W..What?!" his face cringed in disgust.
Mrs. Briefs smiled cheerfully.
"I thought it might make you feel better, you know whenever I have a good long cry nothing cheers me up better than a nice cup of hot cocoa, although jelly buns are good too-"
"DAMN YOU WOMAN I WAS NOT CRYING!"
"Oh?"
"I was yawning! Can't you people mind your own business?!"
"Would you like some marsh-mellows in your cocoa?"
(It's amazing how completely oblivious she can be, isn't it?)
"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!"
"Whoops! Silly me, I guess all this talk about cocoa and jelly buns gave me a little appetite, tee hee. Now, what were you saying?"
"Grrr..."
A small cross-shaped vein bulged on Vegeta's forehead. But as much as he would love to smack Bulma's ditsy mom, the blond haired earth woman really scared him sometimes.
At that moment, Dr. Briefs walked in.
"Mmmm... Is that hot cocoa I smell?"
"Yes it is dear, come and have some. Vegeta and I were just about to have a little chat about his t.v. show, Tears in May."
"WE WERE DOING NO SUCH THING!"
Both the Briefs ignored this.
(what can I say, they're senile.)
"Tears in May? That soap opera? I had no idea."
Dr. Briefs took a sip of hot cocoa, then let the familiar black cat on his shoulder have some.
"Here you are Scratches."
"Meow" she quickly lapped it up.
"If you like, I can record it for you from now on.."
"Listen! I was just resting and that stupid show just happened to be on, so drop it!" and with that, he stormed out of the room.
"Oh my!" said Mrs. Briefs. "What do you think that was all about?"
Dr. Briefs took another sip of cocoa.
"I have no idea"
"Meow"
Back in the Kitchen......
Bulma talked on the phone with a worried look on her face.
"I know I said we'd go, but I'm a little worried about Vegeta.... He's been acting a little... strange,"
Vegeta walked in.
"Now what are you plotting?!"
Bulma frowned.
"Hold on Chichi.." Bulma covered the mouthpiece with her hand.
"I'm talking to Chichi, not that it's any of YOUR business, there's going to be a party at Kame-House tonight and I told her that we would come-"
"You what?! I don't have time for party's woman! And I especially refuse to sit in a room watching Kakarot gorge himself!"
"For your information.." retorted Bulma, now beginning to yell. "I was about to cancel! I don't think you should be going anywhere in your condition!"
(Oh boy, here we go..)
"WHAT CONDITION?! I DON'T HAVE A CONDITION!"
"Then What Was That You Were Doing In The Living Room?!"
"NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!"
"Why Can't You Just Admit That You're Not Feeling Well?!"
"I'M FEELING FINE! AND I'M GOING TO THAT STUPID PARTY!"
Bulma's eyes widened with shock.
"Oh god..."
"NOW WHAT IS IT?!"
"Vegeta.... Are you on drugs?"
"WHAT?! HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND WOMAN?!"
"I'M JUST ASKING A QUESTION! YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL AT ME!"
The walls of Capsule Corp. shook from their shouts.
"THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!" Vegeta marched out of the kitchen and slammed the door behind him.
Bulma grit her teeth.
"Ugg! He's such a- Ooooh!"
"Hello? Bulma are you still there? Hello?..."
Bulma uncovered the mouthpiece and screamed into the phone.
"WE'RE COMING!" and slammed it down hard on the receiver.
*Ok, break time peoples. I know, I know, that wasn't much, but hey, let's see YOU create a masterpiece with a sore throat and a runny nose. (pulls out a tissue and blows her nose) ew... Honestly, the things I do for you people.
Anyway don't worry, it's going to get better soon.... Right after my temperature goes down.
*Cough Cough* ...S..So stick around. Anyone have a cough drop?
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some juice, a couple of tissues, and get back to bed.
*Ah-choo!* Oh... Woe is me.....
"Oh sweetie, you're over-reacting" laughed Mrs. Briefs as she poured a hot, brown liquid into little, pink, china tea cups on a silver tray.
"I'm telling you Mother, he was crying his eyes out in front of that t.v. set." said Bulma.
"I think it's sweet, it's so hard to find a sensitive man , I think it's cute."
"Well I think it's creepy, this is the man who spends 24-7 in a gravity room, training himself to death, and only smiles when he thinks of something being beaten to a pulp."
Mrs. Briefs (who had not been listening to a single word of this) merely hummed some cheery old tune as she finished pouring drinks. She picked up the tray and carried it out to the living room where Vegeta was still standing; Frozen in horror of being discovered watching an Earthling soap opera.
"Vegeta, look I made you some hot cocoa."
"W..What?!" his face cringed in disgust.
Mrs. Briefs smiled cheerfully.
"I thought it might make you feel better, you know whenever I have a good long cry nothing cheers me up better than a nice cup of hot cocoa, although jelly buns are good too-"
"DAMN YOU WOMAN I WAS NOT CRYING!"
"Oh?"
"I was yawning! Can't you people mind your own business?!"
"Would you like some marsh-mellows in your cocoa?"
(It's amazing how completely oblivious she can be, isn't it?)
"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!"
"Whoops! Silly me, I guess all this talk about cocoa and jelly buns gave me a little appetite, tee hee. Now, what were you saying?"
"Grrr..."
A small cross-shaped vein bulged on Vegeta's forehead. But as much as he would love to smack Bulma's ditsy mom, the blond haired earth woman really scared him sometimes.
At that moment, Dr. Briefs walked in.
"Mmmm... Is that hot cocoa I smell?"
"Yes it is dear, come and have some. Vegeta and I were just about to have a little chat about his t.v. show, Tears in May."
"WE WERE DOING NO SUCH THING!"
Both the Briefs ignored this.
(what can I say, they're senile.)
"Tears in May? That soap opera? I had no idea."
Dr. Briefs took a sip of hot cocoa, then let the familiar black cat on his shoulder have some.
"Here you are Scratches."
"Meow" she quickly lapped it up.
"If you like, I can record it for you from now on.."
"Listen! I was just resting and that stupid show just happened to be on, so drop it!" and with that, he stormed out of the room.
"Oh my!" said Mrs. Briefs. "What do you think that was all about?"
Dr. Briefs took another sip of cocoa.
"I have no idea"
"Meow"
Back in the Kitchen......
Bulma talked on the phone with a worried look on her face.
"I know I said we'd go, but I'm a little worried about Vegeta.... He's been acting a little... strange,"
Vegeta walked in.
"Now what are you plotting?!"
Bulma frowned.
"Hold on Chichi.." Bulma covered the mouthpiece with her hand.
"I'm talking to Chichi, not that it's any of YOUR business, there's going to be a party at Kame-House tonight and I told her that we would come-"
"You what?! I don't have time for party's woman! And I especially refuse to sit in a room watching Kakarot gorge himself!"
"For your information.." retorted Bulma, now beginning to yell. "I was about to cancel! I don't think you should be going anywhere in your condition!"
(Oh boy, here we go..)
"WHAT CONDITION?! I DON'T HAVE A CONDITION!"
"Then What Was That You Were Doing In The Living Room?!"
"NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!"
"Why Can't You Just Admit That You're Not Feeling Well?!"
"I'M FEELING FINE! AND I'M GOING TO THAT STUPID PARTY!"
Bulma's eyes widened with shock.
"Oh god..."
"NOW WHAT IS IT?!"
"Vegeta.... Are you on drugs?"
"WHAT?! HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND WOMAN?!"
"I'M JUST ASKING A QUESTION! YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL AT ME!"
The walls of Capsule Corp. shook from their shouts.
"THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!" Vegeta marched out of the kitchen and slammed the door behind him.
Bulma grit her teeth.
"Ugg! He's such a- Ooooh!"
"Hello? Bulma are you still there? Hello?..."
Bulma uncovered the mouthpiece and screamed into the phone.
"WE'RE COMING!" and slammed it down hard on the receiver.
*Ok, break time peoples. I know, I know, that wasn't much, but hey, let's see YOU create a masterpiece with a sore throat and a runny nose. (pulls out a tissue and blows her nose) ew... Honestly, the things I do for you people.
Anyway don't worry, it's going to get better soon.... Right after my temperature goes down.
*Cough Cough* ...S..So stick around. Anyone have a cough drop?