With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Eighteen: Date Preparations
"Here." Vegeta passed Bulma a shirt from her bureau. She took it gratefully, sniffling, and slipped the neck hole over her head, then slid her arms through the slits in the sides. A sleeveless shirt. One of her favorites. Vegeta sat beside her on the couch, and put an arm around her shoulder. "Would you like to have a maid call your mother, and we can go out for dinner?" He offered.
"...Sure." Bulma sighed. Looking at the floor, she started to cry. Vegeta hugged her tightly, and patted her back, whispering things like 'it's okay', over and over. She finally stood up. "I'd better get ready for dinner if we're going to make it before seven o'clock." She smiled slightly.
"Uh-huh. And I'd better--wait...I don't have any dress clothes...only training outfits..." Vegeta tapped his head.
"Try Dad's closet. He must have something from an awards meeting or something for interviews..." Bulma sniffled, kissing his cheek and walking up the stairs. "Okay," Vegeta followed. They parted in the middle of the hall, where Bulma went to her own room and Vegeta headed towards Dr. Breifs' closet.
"Oh, good Kami..." Vegeta stared at the closet, which was chalk full of clothes Vegeta could possibly wear.
"Hm...not too fancy, and not too usual...what to wear?" Bulma went through her dresser, throwing some outfits on the floor, othres on the bed, hoping to find what she might be able to dress in for the evening. "Ugh...maybe I should call Chi-Chi." She was about to pick up the phone, when she saw exactly what she was looking for. "Aha!" She held up the outfit on the hanger to her slim figure. "Perfect!" She smiled.
"Crap, what the heck am I going to wear?!" Vegeta tore through the closet. Everything was either too small or uncomfortable. Was there anything this old man could wear bending over in any way in here?! He shoved aside an old tweed jacket, and saw it. It, being what he would wear...
"Hm..." Vegeta held the suit in front of him while standing before a floor-to-ceiling mirror. "Yeah, this'll do." He tossed aside the black clothes, and began to dress, starting with pulling off his armor.
"Miss Bulma, Master Vegeta is waiting for you in the front room." A maid knocked on Bulma's door. Inside the room, Bulma was brushing the life out of her hair, wanting everything about her to look wonderful. She wanted to make this night perfect. It would be their first date.
"I'll be down in a minute!" Bulma called, watching carefully in the mirror atop her dresser as she pressed some burgandy colored lipstick onto her mouth. She blotted with a tissue, and threw it in the wastebasket. Then she inspected herself once more. "I guess this'll do..." she said, standing up and straightening out the white blouse she had on.
"Bulma, you look...terrific." Vegeta commented, taking her hand as she descended on the staircase. She met the main floor, and slipped into a pair of high heels. "Thanks." She blushed.
"Ready to go?" He asked, opening the front door for her.
"Let's rock." She nodded. She followed Vegeta out to a red car, which he'd had little practise driving in, and he sat in the driver's seat. "Is this wise...?" Bulma mused.
"Buckle up." Vegeta suggested. "It might get bumpy." He pulled his own seatbelt over his shoulder, and pushed it into the clip where it secured him. Secured him, that is, from getting a ticket. He needed no seatbelt. Bulma might, thought. He was still partiularly bad at steering. Putting the key in the ignition, he stepped on the gas and sped from the driveway. "Slow down a bit!" Bulma yelled.
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I'm sorry this chapter was so short, but I wanted to update, and I had a bit of writer's block. Next chapter is gonna be good! :)
What do you all think of 'With You' so far? I have a goal for a hundred reviews on it by the end of the summer, so help me out and review already! I'm glad to see you're all enjoying what's going on, what's your input? I have been getting a lot of comments about Bulma and Vegeta's age difference, about how Vegeta is this old and not this old, and Bulma is that old and not that old, and blah...
Well, just to let you know, I know this already. And to a very sadly confused Ardy-Bo-Bardy, I'm going to agree with another reviwer and say your ages are rediculous. No offence, or anything. I only made them 20 and 17 because I didn't want either a day over 20. If Bulma was older than 17, her father wouldn't be as subjected to object, although the fact remains he was drunk when he said it at all. I just wanted it to be a perfect fiction! And also, I know that it would be absurd if Kakkarot was like, 15 with an 8-year-old, so please, just try to forget about him...
Please review!!!
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Eighteen: Date Preparations
"Here." Vegeta passed Bulma a shirt from her bureau. She took it gratefully, sniffling, and slipped the neck hole over her head, then slid her arms through the slits in the sides. A sleeveless shirt. One of her favorites. Vegeta sat beside her on the couch, and put an arm around her shoulder. "Would you like to have a maid call your mother, and we can go out for dinner?" He offered.
"...Sure." Bulma sighed. Looking at the floor, she started to cry. Vegeta hugged her tightly, and patted her back, whispering things like 'it's okay', over and over. She finally stood up. "I'd better get ready for dinner if we're going to make it before seven o'clock." She smiled slightly.
"Uh-huh. And I'd better--wait...I don't have any dress clothes...only training outfits..." Vegeta tapped his head.
"Try Dad's closet. He must have something from an awards meeting or something for interviews..." Bulma sniffled, kissing his cheek and walking up the stairs. "Okay," Vegeta followed. They parted in the middle of the hall, where Bulma went to her own room and Vegeta headed towards Dr. Breifs' closet.
"Oh, good Kami..." Vegeta stared at the closet, which was chalk full of clothes Vegeta could possibly wear.
"Hm...not too fancy, and not too usual...what to wear?" Bulma went through her dresser, throwing some outfits on the floor, othres on the bed, hoping to find what she might be able to dress in for the evening. "Ugh...maybe I should call Chi-Chi." She was about to pick up the phone, when she saw exactly what she was looking for. "Aha!" She held up the outfit on the hanger to her slim figure. "Perfect!" She smiled.
"Crap, what the heck am I going to wear?!" Vegeta tore through the closet. Everything was either too small or uncomfortable. Was there anything this old man could wear bending over in any way in here?! He shoved aside an old tweed jacket, and saw it. It, being what he would wear...
"Hm..." Vegeta held the suit in front of him while standing before a floor-to-ceiling mirror. "Yeah, this'll do." He tossed aside the black clothes, and began to dress, starting with pulling off his armor.
"Miss Bulma, Master Vegeta is waiting for you in the front room." A maid knocked on Bulma's door. Inside the room, Bulma was brushing the life out of her hair, wanting everything about her to look wonderful. She wanted to make this night perfect. It would be their first date.
"I'll be down in a minute!" Bulma called, watching carefully in the mirror atop her dresser as she pressed some burgandy colored lipstick onto her mouth. She blotted with a tissue, and threw it in the wastebasket. Then she inspected herself once more. "I guess this'll do..." she said, standing up and straightening out the white blouse she had on.
"Bulma, you look...terrific." Vegeta commented, taking her hand as she descended on the staircase. She met the main floor, and slipped into a pair of high heels. "Thanks." She blushed.
"Ready to go?" He asked, opening the front door for her.
"Let's rock." She nodded. She followed Vegeta out to a red car, which he'd had little practise driving in, and he sat in the driver's seat. "Is this wise...?" Bulma mused.
"Buckle up." Vegeta suggested. "It might get bumpy." He pulled his own seatbelt over his shoulder, and pushed it into the clip where it secured him. Secured him, that is, from getting a ticket. He needed no seatbelt. Bulma might, thought. He was still partiularly bad at steering. Putting the key in the ignition, he stepped on the gas and sped from the driveway. "Slow down a bit!" Bulma yelled.
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I'm sorry this chapter was so short, but I wanted to update, and I had a bit of writer's block. Next chapter is gonna be good! :)
What do you all think of 'With You' so far? I have a goal for a hundred reviews on it by the end of the summer, so help me out and review already! I'm glad to see you're all enjoying what's going on, what's your input? I have been getting a lot of comments about Bulma and Vegeta's age difference, about how Vegeta is this old and not this old, and Bulma is that old and not that old, and blah...
Well, just to let you know, I know this already. And to a very sadly confused Ardy-Bo-Bardy, I'm going to agree with another reviwer and say your ages are rediculous. No offence, or anything. I only made them 20 and 17 because I didn't want either a day over 20. If Bulma was older than 17, her father wouldn't be as subjected to object, although the fact remains he was drunk when he said it at all. I just wanted it to be a perfect fiction! And also, I know that it would be absurd if Kakkarot was like, 15 with an 8-year-old, so please, just try to forget about him...
Please review!!!