With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-six: Dissonant Intrusion
"Ah, they're probably looking for party clothes in Mrs. Breifs and the late doctors' closet!" The maid went straight past Bulma's room, and turned the knob to her mothers'. "Mistress Bulma?" The maid peeked in the room. She went to the doors of the walk-in closet, which was big enough to step inside and stand at some length from the clothes hanging there, even with the doors closed. There was also a light inside. Like a second, yet much smaller room in the master bedroom.
"What was that?" Bulma heard creaks as someone opened the doors of Bulma's mother's closet--she knew that creak from years of sitting on her mother's bed while she watched her pick an outfit for a conference or meeting of some sort, when she was a young child. Then she'd grown tired of it, as she found more interesting things to do, but still often listened to the doors opening, then the sweet humming of old songs while her mother chose a gown that would fit the occasion.
"What was what?" Vegeta lifted himself up, off the girl with his left hand pushing on the mattress by Bulma's mid-arm, and sat beside her. "I thought I heard Mom's closet open." Bulma said, confused. Vegeta scratched his head, not recalling such a sound occurring seconds ago. Bulma, before hearing the sound, had started to remove the white skirt she wore, but now buttoned it up as she heard a 'Hmm' and the doors close again. Then came the voice of one of her more favored maids. "Mistress Bulma...?" Footsteps, leading out of the bedroom. "Vegeta, get our shirts, she's going to come in here!" Bulma hissed. Quickly, the tops were recovered from the floor, and Vegeta found the neck hole of Bulma's tight top. He put the hole over Bulma's head, and noticed the knob turn. Vegeta froze, hoping it would go away. Bulma couldn't move her arms, being trapped under the shirt still, and tried to wriggle the shirt over past her collar bone as Vegeta couldn't himself. Unsuccessful in her last ditch effort to ensure someone wouldn't see herself and Vegeta together like that, the shirt remained only around Bulma's neck, Vegeta's hands still at either side, when the maid pushed the door open and stepped in, gasping.
"Hey, is Bulma going to join the party soon? It's been what, almost half an hour?" Krillin asked Mrs. Breifs, a cup of pinkish- orange punch in hand. Bulma's mother shrugged. "I don't know, dear, I sent a maid to go find her and Vegeta, but she hasn't come back with them yet."
"Oh, okay...do you know who made this punch? It's great!" Krillin shook the glass and emptied the last of it into his mouth.
"I made it myself, Krillin! I'm glad you like it!" Mrs. Breifs smiled.
"Wow, you made this yourself?"
"Uh-huh! Have you had any of our cook's cake? He makes such lovely cakes for the parties Bulma throws!" Mrs. Breifs carried on the conversation, the topic now being the foods served at the party. Krillin shook his head. "I haven't. I guess I should go try some, huh?" He walked off to the refreshments table in the large, open room, and took a paper plate from a stack.
Mrs. Breifs' attention adverted from Krillin helping himself to the cheesecake and towards those dancing under the colored lights to the rock music played straight from the radio. Goku was having himself a good time in the middle of the dance floor with an air guitar, and Tien did his best to imitate a set of invisible drums. "I should start some karaoke!" Mrs. Breifs thought to herself.
"Get out!" Vegeta suddenly yelled at the shocked maid, regaining his speed and agility as he slipped Bulma's shirt over the rest of her upper body. Vegeta had felt embarrassed to be caught, and his face was beet red, watching the maid scramble from the room and slam the door behind her. Bulma looked away from the Saiyan, also embarrassed. Fitting her arms into the holes, she picked up Vegeta's shirt and decided he should put it on himself. She didn't see any possible way to get it on without ruining his hair, and making it look like they'd gone beyond what they did do. "Here. We should go down at different times, or they'll suspect. And I know how much that would wound your pride, being seen with the likes of me. So I'll just go downstairs first." Bulma tossed the shirt to him, kissing him softly on the cheek and walking to the door.
"Wait, Bulma." Vegeta said, shoving his arms into the holes of the sleeveless. "It isn't like that, you know."
"Like what?" Bulma turned.
"It's not that I don't want to been seen with you, it's that I..."
"Shouldn't be seen with anyone at all, I get it." Bulma finished, putting her hand on the knob. "I'm gonna go straighten things out with the maid." She said, opening the door. Vegeta watched her step out. "I do love you, Bulma." He said slowly. She smiled, and walked downstairs to find the maid, shutting the door behind her.
"Hey, Bulma!" Goku saw the blue-haired girl at the bottom of the stairs. "Where've you been?" He asked.
"With Vegeta," she whispered to him. He already knew, so why lie to him? It was the others she'd have to fib to.
"Aha! Has he popped the question yet?"
"What?"
"Are you gonna get married?" Goku smiled innocently.
"Goku!" Bulma smacked his shoulder. "He hasn't asked me yet. I'm waiting, though. I think he's going to, we've grown so close!" She winked. Goku nodded, then picked up nearby Gohan on his shoulders. "Let's go dance!" He said happily.
"I'll catch you later. I have to speak with one of my maids." Bulma left the large room, and headed into the kitchen, where she was sure to be. She walked in to find her mother and the maid, the maid chewing her fingernails nervously. "Hey, Mom." Bulma said casually. She guessed she should find out how much her mother knew before she spilt anything new. That would only embarrass herself and Vegeta more than they had been.
"Bulma, dear, I thought you would be at your party on time. What happened?" Mrs. Breifs asked, looking up from a coffee. Bulma scratched her head, hearing her mother so unknowing. She pulled the maid aside, into the party room, where loud music drowned out all words said.
"What did you tell my mother?" Bulma demanded.
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Ack, I realized something as I wrote this chapter! I goofed, I goofed! (And I already admitted to the ages thing, so don't bother me about that--I made a different mistake!) I was recapping after a day or so of recharging and not writing, because of my writer's block, and going over chapter twenty-five, when I saw something I messed up on!
At first, you see, Bulma was wearing a white DRESS. But then, the next paragraph, she had a SHIRT, which was being taken off! know how to fix it, though--my solution is to say it really is a skirt(a nice, stupid, puffy one that is white) and a tight white T-shirt, but the outfit matches so much in color and style that it appears Bulma is wearing a dress! Now you see, I am a fixer of my goofs! Haha! Mua! Nyah, I know my own mistakes, when nobody else noticed it--did you? Say whether or not you did in a REVIEW! :) Kai is so happy you love my story!
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-six: Dissonant Intrusion
"Ah, they're probably looking for party clothes in Mrs. Breifs and the late doctors' closet!" The maid went straight past Bulma's room, and turned the knob to her mothers'. "Mistress Bulma?" The maid peeked in the room. She went to the doors of the walk-in closet, which was big enough to step inside and stand at some length from the clothes hanging there, even with the doors closed. There was also a light inside. Like a second, yet much smaller room in the master bedroom.
"What was that?" Bulma heard creaks as someone opened the doors of Bulma's mother's closet--she knew that creak from years of sitting on her mother's bed while she watched her pick an outfit for a conference or meeting of some sort, when she was a young child. Then she'd grown tired of it, as she found more interesting things to do, but still often listened to the doors opening, then the sweet humming of old songs while her mother chose a gown that would fit the occasion.
"What was what?" Vegeta lifted himself up, off the girl with his left hand pushing on the mattress by Bulma's mid-arm, and sat beside her. "I thought I heard Mom's closet open." Bulma said, confused. Vegeta scratched his head, not recalling such a sound occurring seconds ago. Bulma, before hearing the sound, had started to remove the white skirt she wore, but now buttoned it up as she heard a 'Hmm' and the doors close again. Then came the voice of one of her more favored maids. "Mistress Bulma...?" Footsteps, leading out of the bedroom. "Vegeta, get our shirts, she's going to come in here!" Bulma hissed. Quickly, the tops were recovered from the floor, and Vegeta found the neck hole of Bulma's tight top. He put the hole over Bulma's head, and noticed the knob turn. Vegeta froze, hoping it would go away. Bulma couldn't move her arms, being trapped under the shirt still, and tried to wriggle the shirt over past her collar bone as Vegeta couldn't himself. Unsuccessful in her last ditch effort to ensure someone wouldn't see herself and Vegeta together like that, the shirt remained only around Bulma's neck, Vegeta's hands still at either side, when the maid pushed the door open and stepped in, gasping.
"Hey, is Bulma going to join the party soon? It's been what, almost half an hour?" Krillin asked Mrs. Breifs, a cup of pinkish- orange punch in hand. Bulma's mother shrugged. "I don't know, dear, I sent a maid to go find her and Vegeta, but she hasn't come back with them yet."
"Oh, okay...do you know who made this punch? It's great!" Krillin shook the glass and emptied the last of it into his mouth.
"I made it myself, Krillin! I'm glad you like it!" Mrs. Breifs smiled.
"Wow, you made this yourself?"
"Uh-huh! Have you had any of our cook's cake? He makes such lovely cakes for the parties Bulma throws!" Mrs. Breifs carried on the conversation, the topic now being the foods served at the party. Krillin shook his head. "I haven't. I guess I should go try some, huh?" He walked off to the refreshments table in the large, open room, and took a paper plate from a stack.
Mrs. Breifs' attention adverted from Krillin helping himself to the cheesecake and towards those dancing under the colored lights to the rock music played straight from the radio. Goku was having himself a good time in the middle of the dance floor with an air guitar, and Tien did his best to imitate a set of invisible drums. "I should start some karaoke!" Mrs. Breifs thought to herself.
"Get out!" Vegeta suddenly yelled at the shocked maid, regaining his speed and agility as he slipped Bulma's shirt over the rest of her upper body. Vegeta had felt embarrassed to be caught, and his face was beet red, watching the maid scramble from the room and slam the door behind her. Bulma looked away from the Saiyan, also embarrassed. Fitting her arms into the holes, she picked up Vegeta's shirt and decided he should put it on himself. She didn't see any possible way to get it on without ruining his hair, and making it look like they'd gone beyond what they did do. "Here. We should go down at different times, or they'll suspect. And I know how much that would wound your pride, being seen with the likes of me. So I'll just go downstairs first." Bulma tossed the shirt to him, kissing him softly on the cheek and walking to the door.
"Wait, Bulma." Vegeta said, shoving his arms into the holes of the sleeveless. "It isn't like that, you know."
"Like what?" Bulma turned.
"It's not that I don't want to been seen with you, it's that I..."
"Shouldn't be seen with anyone at all, I get it." Bulma finished, putting her hand on the knob. "I'm gonna go straighten things out with the maid." She said, opening the door. Vegeta watched her step out. "I do love you, Bulma." He said slowly. She smiled, and walked downstairs to find the maid, shutting the door behind her.
"Hey, Bulma!" Goku saw the blue-haired girl at the bottom of the stairs. "Where've you been?" He asked.
"With Vegeta," she whispered to him. He already knew, so why lie to him? It was the others she'd have to fib to.
"Aha! Has he popped the question yet?"
"What?"
"Are you gonna get married?" Goku smiled innocently.
"Goku!" Bulma smacked his shoulder. "He hasn't asked me yet. I'm waiting, though. I think he's going to, we've grown so close!" She winked. Goku nodded, then picked up nearby Gohan on his shoulders. "Let's go dance!" He said happily.
"I'll catch you later. I have to speak with one of my maids." Bulma left the large room, and headed into the kitchen, where she was sure to be. She walked in to find her mother and the maid, the maid chewing her fingernails nervously. "Hey, Mom." Bulma said casually. She guessed she should find out how much her mother knew before she spilt anything new. That would only embarrass herself and Vegeta more than they had been.
"Bulma, dear, I thought you would be at your party on time. What happened?" Mrs. Breifs asked, looking up from a coffee. Bulma scratched her head, hearing her mother so unknowing. She pulled the maid aside, into the party room, where loud music drowned out all words said.
"What did you tell my mother?" Bulma demanded.
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Ack, I realized something as I wrote this chapter! I goofed, I goofed! (And I already admitted to the ages thing, so don't bother me about that--I made a different mistake!) I was recapping after a day or so of recharging and not writing, because of my writer's block, and going over chapter twenty-five, when I saw something I messed up on!
At first, you see, Bulma was wearing a white DRESS. But then, the next paragraph, she had a SHIRT, which was being taken off! know how to fix it, though--my solution is to say it really is a skirt(a nice, stupid, puffy one that is white) and a tight white T-shirt, but the outfit matches so much in color and style that it appears Bulma is wearing a dress! Now you see, I am a fixer of my goofs! Haha! Mua! Nyah, I know my own mistakes, when nobody else noticed it--did you? Say whether or not you did in a REVIEW! :) Kai is so happy you love my story!