With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty: Favor From Goku
"Bulma, you ready to go?" Vegeta knocked on the girl's bedroom door at around ten thirty a.m.
"Uh-huh." Bulma opened the door, and stepped out of her room wearing black apparell. She thought it necessary to wear the specific color when coming to tell of two deaths to close friends and relatives. Vegeta had put his training suit on, not caring much if one he'd killed himself and the other could be brought back in the near future.
"Let's go then. I already told your maids what happened, and they're arranging a funeral for Yamcha. We're going to have a short farewell for your father, and store him in ice in a funeral home until we can revive him." Vegeta said.
"Okay. Where are we going first?" Bulma asked, taking his hand and walking downstairs with him. He thought a moment on this. "Who should know first?" He mused. Bulma shrugged as they walked out the front door. "Kakkarot." Vegeta decided, taking Bulma in his arms and blasting off from the ground. "It'll be much faster if we fly." He explained as she was about to protest. Bulma looked down, and saw how high they'd already gone, and almost screamed. "Vegeta, we're up so far!"
"Kakkarot dosen't exactly live right beside us." Vegeta answered the comment.
"I'm scared." Bulma clung to his shoulders, and buried her face in his chest like he would let go if she didn't.
"Why?" Vegeta shifted her in his arms to a position where she would feel safer.
"What if I fall?"
"You think I'd drop you?" Vegeta kissed her hand, which rested on his shoulder. Bulma didn't answer. What was she thinking? Of course he wouldn't drop her. And if he did, it would be an accident, and he'd be fast enough to catch her before she hit the ground. She sighed, and let the feeling sink in. She was enjoying being so close to Vegeta, and how he held her so tightly, just to be sure. He really did care.
"We're here. Kakkarot's house." Vegeta landed in front of a small capsule house, and set Bulma on the ground. She walked to the door, Vegeta slowly pacing behind. Bulma pressed the doorbell. "Anyone home?" She called.
"Bulma!" Goku shouted, opening the door. "Hey, did you bring--you did! Hey, Vegeta!" Goku waved at the man behind Bulma. Vegeta crossed his arms at the sight of his rival, and gave an unimpressed look. "Don't talk to me, Kakkarot."
"What's up?" Goku, as always, kept a positive mind and ignored Vegeta's insults, which were mumbled under the breath of the prince. He turned to Bulma, who inhaled before letting it out. "We came to tell you--"
"Don't, I think I know." Goku interrupted.
"You do?" Bulma wondered. How would he know her father and Yamcha had passed away yesterday?
"Is this about you and Vegeta?"
"Kakkarot!" Vegeta yelled. "Would you keep your big mouth shut?! How many people did you tell?!"
"N-nobody, actually..." Goku said, scratching his head. Bulma blushed. Since when did Goku know? It must have happened when Vegeta'd taken her to Kami's the other day. Vegeta sighed, and recrossed his arms. "Good." He said. "I don't want other people prying into my personal life. It's none of their business."
"Vegeta, calm down, already. Goku didn't tell anyone. I don't know why it matters so much to you if anyone knows anyways. They'll find out sooner or later." Bulma said. Vegeta gave Goku a dirt look. "I'd rather it be later."
"Fine. But, Goku, about why we're here. My father and Yamcha both died yesterday." Bulma turned to the third-class Saiyan.
"Oh, no, both of them?" Goku put his han on Bulma's shoulder. Vegeta growled and narrowed his eyes at the other man.
"Yeah. Dad drank a little too much, and, well, Yamcha..." Bulma didn't think it would be wise to say the reason of the boy's early and unexpected death. Goku hugged the blue-haired girl, saying "I'm so sorry," a few times over. That did it for Vegeta. He strode up and pushed the two apart. "You already have a mate, Kakkarot. Go hug her." He said.
"What?! Aw, Vegeta, are you jealous of Bulma and I being friends?" He laughed.
"What--No, no, I am not! Just...don't touch her!" Vegeta had had it with anyone who was going to go near Bulma. He'd had two close encounters with Yamcha the day before, and he didn't need Goku after her too. Goku only stared innocently at the other Saiyan, though. "You know I'm happy with Chi-Chi, Vegeta! And anyways, I don't think Bulma would fall for me!" He laughed again.
"I think Vegeta needs some alone time with me." Bulma smirked, winking at Goku. "Can you pass on the message to everyone else?" She asked.
"Sure, no problem. We'll collect the dragonballs, too, and Yamcha and your dad can--"
"Not Yamcha!" Vegeta shouted.
"Uh...why not?" Goku squinted.
"Just don't!"
"Does this have something to do with you and Bulma? Because I--"
"Shut up, already, Kakkarot, just shut up and do us the favor! We have to go now!" Vegeta yelled, slamming Goku's own front door closed, leving the Saiyan in his house dumbfounded.
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty: Favor From Goku
"Bulma, you ready to go?" Vegeta knocked on the girl's bedroom door at around ten thirty a.m.
"Uh-huh." Bulma opened the door, and stepped out of her room wearing black apparell. She thought it necessary to wear the specific color when coming to tell of two deaths to close friends and relatives. Vegeta had put his training suit on, not caring much if one he'd killed himself and the other could be brought back in the near future.
"Let's go then. I already told your maids what happened, and they're arranging a funeral for Yamcha. We're going to have a short farewell for your father, and store him in ice in a funeral home until we can revive him." Vegeta said.
"Okay. Where are we going first?" Bulma asked, taking his hand and walking downstairs with him. He thought a moment on this. "Who should know first?" He mused. Bulma shrugged as they walked out the front door. "Kakkarot." Vegeta decided, taking Bulma in his arms and blasting off from the ground. "It'll be much faster if we fly." He explained as she was about to protest. Bulma looked down, and saw how high they'd already gone, and almost screamed. "Vegeta, we're up so far!"
"Kakkarot dosen't exactly live right beside us." Vegeta answered the comment.
"I'm scared." Bulma clung to his shoulders, and buried her face in his chest like he would let go if she didn't.
"Why?" Vegeta shifted her in his arms to a position where she would feel safer.
"What if I fall?"
"You think I'd drop you?" Vegeta kissed her hand, which rested on his shoulder. Bulma didn't answer. What was she thinking? Of course he wouldn't drop her. And if he did, it would be an accident, and he'd be fast enough to catch her before she hit the ground. She sighed, and let the feeling sink in. She was enjoying being so close to Vegeta, and how he held her so tightly, just to be sure. He really did care.
"We're here. Kakkarot's house." Vegeta landed in front of a small capsule house, and set Bulma on the ground. She walked to the door, Vegeta slowly pacing behind. Bulma pressed the doorbell. "Anyone home?" She called.
"Bulma!" Goku shouted, opening the door. "Hey, did you bring--you did! Hey, Vegeta!" Goku waved at the man behind Bulma. Vegeta crossed his arms at the sight of his rival, and gave an unimpressed look. "Don't talk to me, Kakkarot."
"What's up?" Goku, as always, kept a positive mind and ignored Vegeta's insults, which were mumbled under the breath of the prince. He turned to Bulma, who inhaled before letting it out. "We came to tell you--"
"Don't, I think I know." Goku interrupted.
"You do?" Bulma wondered. How would he know her father and Yamcha had passed away yesterday?
"Is this about you and Vegeta?"
"Kakkarot!" Vegeta yelled. "Would you keep your big mouth shut?! How many people did you tell?!"
"N-nobody, actually..." Goku said, scratching his head. Bulma blushed. Since when did Goku know? It must have happened when Vegeta'd taken her to Kami's the other day. Vegeta sighed, and recrossed his arms. "Good." He said. "I don't want other people prying into my personal life. It's none of their business."
"Vegeta, calm down, already. Goku didn't tell anyone. I don't know why it matters so much to you if anyone knows anyways. They'll find out sooner or later." Bulma said. Vegeta gave Goku a dirt look. "I'd rather it be later."
"Fine. But, Goku, about why we're here. My father and Yamcha both died yesterday." Bulma turned to the third-class Saiyan.
"Oh, no, both of them?" Goku put his han on Bulma's shoulder. Vegeta growled and narrowed his eyes at the other man.
"Yeah. Dad drank a little too much, and, well, Yamcha..." Bulma didn't think it would be wise to say the reason of the boy's early and unexpected death. Goku hugged the blue-haired girl, saying "I'm so sorry," a few times over. That did it for Vegeta. He strode up and pushed the two apart. "You already have a mate, Kakkarot. Go hug her." He said.
"What?! Aw, Vegeta, are you jealous of Bulma and I being friends?" He laughed.
"What--No, no, I am not! Just...don't touch her!" Vegeta had had it with anyone who was going to go near Bulma. He'd had two close encounters with Yamcha the day before, and he didn't need Goku after her too. Goku only stared innocently at the other Saiyan, though. "You know I'm happy with Chi-Chi, Vegeta! And anyways, I don't think Bulma would fall for me!" He laughed again.
"I think Vegeta needs some alone time with me." Bulma smirked, winking at Goku. "Can you pass on the message to everyone else?" She asked.
"Sure, no problem. We'll collect the dragonballs, too, and Yamcha and your dad can--"
"Not Yamcha!" Vegeta shouted.
"Uh...why not?" Goku squinted.
"Just don't!"
"Does this have something to do with you and Bulma? Because I--"
"Shut up, already, Kakkarot, just shut up and do us the favor! We have to go now!" Vegeta yelled, slamming Goku's own front door closed, leving the Saiyan in his house dumbfounded.