With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-three: Party Invitations
It was last week that Bulma had told Chi-Chi a lie, and said she didn't know exactly who had done away with Yamcha. After hanging up the phone, she'd turned it in for the night. All the rest of the week, until bringing Sunday afternoon, the present day, Vegeta had gone through with more intense training in the gravity room, and, like before he had begun his romantics with Bulma, only stopped for meals and to turn the knob on the gravity controller to yet higher levels, where he would drip in sweat more easily, and have to work harder to move at all.
Now, Sunday afternoon, as aforementioned, Bulma sat down with Vegeta for a lunch she'd prepared herself. Bulma's mother was still away on business, and had received news of Yamcha and Dr. Breifs a few days before. She was coming home tonight, and Bulma planned a party. Not only for her mother's return, though, but for the sake of seeing all her friends before most of them went back to training for the rest of the two years. As the day of the androids grew closer, most planning to fight had smartened up and started to work themselves silly training from dawn till dusk for the creations of Dr. Gero.
"This is good, as always." Vegeta commented on the tender cooked meat he'd just tasted. He barely needed a knife, the one he used was blunt, and the meat split as though it were a soggy cracker. Bulma smiled. "Is it?"
"Yes. Very. Was I right in hearing your mother returns from her trip today?" Vegeta checked his information.
"Uh-huh." Bulma nodded, putting a forkful of dumpling into her mouth.
"And that's why we're having a party?"
"Also just to see everyone before we all go back to training. I want to make sure we all keep up on eachother's lives, we don't want to miss anything important." Bulma said. Vegeta grunted, and Bulma shook her head. "Save one occurrence. You're sure you don't want anyone to know we're seeing each other? Because it wouldn't do any harm to just say so."
"I'm positive. Why have everyone know, anyways?" Vegeta grumbled as he stuffed more food into his mouth, trying to cover the monstrosity of consumption with a napkin. Bulma dabbed sauce from his chin that he'd missed scraping away. "Well, I can't explain that."
"Just try not to go about telling everyone who listens. If they ask, answer. Say nothing of it for any other reason."
"I don't understand why you think you'd be disgraced. I think no less of you." Bulma said cheerily.
"Because love is a sign of weakness! I am no weakling!" Vegeta slammed his fist on the table, rattling the glasses and plates. Bulma took his clenched fist and ran her fingers around it, entwining her fingers in his, and smiled. "You are the strongest person I know. That's why I'm so happy you're here to protect and love me. You're also very brave. It takes nerve to tell someone you love them, you know. Especially if you are trying to tell someone as outspoken and bold as me." She kissed his rough hand. Vegeta pushed a strand of her blue hair behind her ear, and his eyes glinted in the sun as he watched her blush. He thought she looked even prettier in the pinkish-red shades of her cheeks. "But this party--we have to plan for it, don't we?" Vegeta changed the subject.
"Yeah. Do you have anyone you want to invite?" Bulma asked. She went through her bag, and found a small scrap with scribbles all over it. She unfolded it sevral ways, to show that it was not a very small scrap as it had appeared to be. Seeing Vegeta shake his head, Bulma read off the paper. "I have down Goku, Gohan, Chi-Chi, Piccolo, Tien, Choutzu, and Krillin written down so far. Anyone we should have or should not have?"
"I don't think I like having Kakkarot in our house." Vegeta smirked. He received a small hit on the head from Bulma, which he knew he deserved. "Goku's definitely coming, Vegeta." Bulma said with determination in her voice.
"Well what about Kami? He helped you heal." Vegeta offered.
"Yeah, okay. Will that do very well with Piccolo there too?"
"We'll just keep them separated. Kami has to come, and where ever Kakkarot goes, his son will, and where ever his son goes, his teacher Piccolo is sure to come. So there's no chance of leaving either off the list." Vegeta reasoned. "And uh...Korin. He had the Senzu Beans for you."
"That means Mr. Popo and Yajirobe are most likely coming too. It'd be rude to not invite them anyways."
"Does that idiot Yajirobe have to come?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"He cut off my tail!"
"Oh, Vegeta, think of it this way. If he hadn't have, then you'd probably have destroyed everything on the planet already, and I wouldn't have met you at all." Bulma laughed. Vegeta turned his head from side to side, contemplating the pro's and con's of this, than sighed and waved his hand. "Fine..."
"Great. I think that's all we want, so I'm gonna go tell the maids to get the place ready for a party, and to have a lot of food out. Could you take this list around and tell the guests to come at around seven?" Bulma took the dishes in her arms, and headed for the kitchen, leaving Vegeta with the list. "Sure..." he said. Off to invite, then.
"Vegeta?" Goku opened the door of his house.
"Kakkarot, I am here on business only. I still despise you."
"Okay..." Goku stared, giving Vegeta a strange look.
"Bulma is having a party. You, your family, and Piccolo are invited. She said you should show up at about seven. Got it?" Vegeta read off his paper, trying to make out some of the chicken scratch for letters. Goku nodded as her wrote the message down on his palm with a pen from behind his ear. He had just been helping Gohan study some math, and it confused the father more than the son. He was glad to take a break and come downstairs to answer the door. "Is that it?"
"Yes." Vegeta turned and blasted off from the porch, not bothering to say good-bye or any words of departure besides for this word of confirmation. Goku waved at the figure, slowly leaving sight. "Bye, Vegeta! See you at the party!"
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-three: Party Invitations
It was last week that Bulma had told Chi-Chi a lie, and said she didn't know exactly who had done away with Yamcha. After hanging up the phone, she'd turned it in for the night. All the rest of the week, until bringing Sunday afternoon, the present day, Vegeta had gone through with more intense training in the gravity room, and, like before he had begun his romantics with Bulma, only stopped for meals and to turn the knob on the gravity controller to yet higher levels, where he would drip in sweat more easily, and have to work harder to move at all.
Now, Sunday afternoon, as aforementioned, Bulma sat down with Vegeta for a lunch she'd prepared herself. Bulma's mother was still away on business, and had received news of Yamcha and Dr. Breifs a few days before. She was coming home tonight, and Bulma planned a party. Not only for her mother's return, though, but for the sake of seeing all her friends before most of them went back to training for the rest of the two years. As the day of the androids grew closer, most planning to fight had smartened up and started to work themselves silly training from dawn till dusk for the creations of Dr. Gero.
"This is good, as always." Vegeta commented on the tender cooked meat he'd just tasted. He barely needed a knife, the one he used was blunt, and the meat split as though it were a soggy cracker. Bulma smiled. "Is it?"
"Yes. Very. Was I right in hearing your mother returns from her trip today?" Vegeta checked his information.
"Uh-huh." Bulma nodded, putting a forkful of dumpling into her mouth.
"And that's why we're having a party?"
"Also just to see everyone before we all go back to training. I want to make sure we all keep up on eachother's lives, we don't want to miss anything important." Bulma said. Vegeta grunted, and Bulma shook her head. "Save one occurrence. You're sure you don't want anyone to know we're seeing each other? Because it wouldn't do any harm to just say so."
"I'm positive. Why have everyone know, anyways?" Vegeta grumbled as he stuffed more food into his mouth, trying to cover the monstrosity of consumption with a napkin. Bulma dabbed sauce from his chin that he'd missed scraping away. "Well, I can't explain that."
"Just try not to go about telling everyone who listens. If they ask, answer. Say nothing of it for any other reason."
"I don't understand why you think you'd be disgraced. I think no less of you." Bulma said cheerily.
"Because love is a sign of weakness! I am no weakling!" Vegeta slammed his fist on the table, rattling the glasses and plates. Bulma took his clenched fist and ran her fingers around it, entwining her fingers in his, and smiled. "You are the strongest person I know. That's why I'm so happy you're here to protect and love me. You're also very brave. It takes nerve to tell someone you love them, you know. Especially if you are trying to tell someone as outspoken and bold as me." She kissed his rough hand. Vegeta pushed a strand of her blue hair behind her ear, and his eyes glinted in the sun as he watched her blush. He thought she looked even prettier in the pinkish-red shades of her cheeks. "But this party--we have to plan for it, don't we?" Vegeta changed the subject.
"Yeah. Do you have anyone you want to invite?" Bulma asked. She went through her bag, and found a small scrap with scribbles all over it. She unfolded it sevral ways, to show that it was not a very small scrap as it had appeared to be. Seeing Vegeta shake his head, Bulma read off the paper. "I have down Goku, Gohan, Chi-Chi, Piccolo, Tien, Choutzu, and Krillin written down so far. Anyone we should have or should not have?"
"I don't think I like having Kakkarot in our house." Vegeta smirked. He received a small hit on the head from Bulma, which he knew he deserved. "Goku's definitely coming, Vegeta." Bulma said with determination in her voice.
"Well what about Kami? He helped you heal." Vegeta offered.
"Yeah, okay. Will that do very well with Piccolo there too?"
"We'll just keep them separated. Kami has to come, and where ever Kakkarot goes, his son will, and where ever his son goes, his teacher Piccolo is sure to come. So there's no chance of leaving either off the list." Vegeta reasoned. "And uh...Korin. He had the Senzu Beans for you."
"That means Mr. Popo and Yajirobe are most likely coming too. It'd be rude to not invite them anyways."
"Does that idiot Yajirobe have to come?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"He cut off my tail!"
"Oh, Vegeta, think of it this way. If he hadn't have, then you'd probably have destroyed everything on the planet already, and I wouldn't have met you at all." Bulma laughed. Vegeta turned his head from side to side, contemplating the pro's and con's of this, than sighed and waved his hand. "Fine..."
"Great. I think that's all we want, so I'm gonna go tell the maids to get the place ready for a party, and to have a lot of food out. Could you take this list around and tell the guests to come at around seven?" Bulma took the dishes in her arms, and headed for the kitchen, leaving Vegeta with the list. "Sure..." he said. Off to invite, then.
"Vegeta?" Goku opened the door of his house.
"Kakkarot, I am here on business only. I still despise you."
"Okay..." Goku stared, giving Vegeta a strange look.
"Bulma is having a party. You, your family, and Piccolo are invited. She said you should show up at about seven. Got it?" Vegeta read off his paper, trying to make out some of the chicken scratch for letters. Goku nodded as her wrote the message down on his palm with a pen from behind his ear. He had just been helping Gohan study some math, and it confused the father more than the son. He was glad to take a break and come downstairs to answer the door. "Is that it?"
"Yes." Vegeta turned and blasted off from the porch, not bothering to say good-bye or any words of departure besides for this word of confirmation. Goku waved at the figure, slowly leaving sight. "Bye, Vegeta! See you at the party!"