With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Thirty: Revived
The eternal dragon Shenron disappeared into the sky, which returned from it's blacked state to a light blue with the occasional cloud drifting by. The dragonballs blasted off in seven different directions, and turned to stone. The wish had been granted.
"What am I doing in this coffin...?" Dr. Breifs asked as he sat up where he'd been stored in. The coffin had been laid in front of the gathered dragonballs, and was opened for air to flow in again. "Bulma?" He blinked at his daughter, who burst into tears and hugged him tightly. "Dad!" She yelled, so glad he was alive again.
"Yes, that's me! Why the tears?" He asked. Being a simple-minded person in the first place, he didn't remember ever dying. He also had no memory whatsoever of Bulma and Vegeta's relationship, though most everything else was clear to him. At least it wasn't like he'd had complete amnesia.
"Oh, it's a long story. It doesn't matter." Bulma hugged him again, then stood back. "No drinking, ever again. Okay?" She asked.
"Drinking? Why, Bulma, I have never had alcohol in my life!" The doctor rejected the thought of himself taking in any such toxic substances. Vegeta, not too far from Bulma, but leaning against a tree, snorted in amusement. "Never had alcohol in your life my ass, you just recently drank yourself to death!" He said loudly.
"Vegeta! This isn't the time for this." Bulma gave him a quick glare.
"What's he talking about?" Dr. Breifs asked.
"Nothing, Dad. I'll tell you later." Bulma smiled, and helped her father out of the coffin. They walked into the house, and Vegeta followed close behind. They went into the living room, where Mrs. Breifs was, and Bulma sat on a couch, across from her father. Vegeta, coming in slightly afterwards, plunked himself down on the couch, right close beside Bulma, and draped an arm over her shoulder. She gave a glance to him, but nothing more. They were in the company of more than just each other, after all.
"Oh, dear, you're alive again!" Mrs. Breifs smiled, walking into the room with a tray of chocolate and sugary snacks. "Hello, Vegeta," the blonde woman greeted he who helped himself to a handful of doughnuts at once, and a piece of cake on a plate in the other hand.
"I say, what's this about?" Dr. Breifs asked. "Has everyone gone mad? You're trying to tell me that I was dead, and it looks as though Bulma and Vegeta have gone and made friends!" The old man tapped his head, the information not making sense.
"Well...friends is more of a...downgraded term, dad..." Bulma smiled, hoping he'd catch on yet say nothing of it.
"Friends? Downgraded? Well that can only mean that--by God, how long was I asleep?!" Dr. Breifs came upon an astounding discovery with a hint from Vegeta's open affection and Bulma's spoken confession. Bulma nodded, and Vegeta looked down.
"Well, a happy relationship to the both of you!" The man lifted his glass, almost in the sense of a toast, and drank to the health of the statement. Bulma laughed. He accepted the information now that he'd been rid of the toxins in his system? She was cheering silent raves in her head as she tried to keep calm on the couch. She felt like this was some permission slip to go ahead with...anyways.
"Thanks, Dad." Bulma said, sipping from a cup of coffee.
"Er...yes, uh...thank-you." Vegeta said slowly.
"You're both welcome! So, how long have you two love birds been together right under Daddy's nose?" Dr. Breifs asked.
"Uh..." Bulma put down her cup. "Can we not discuss this? It is sort of...inappropriate, Dad." She said.
"Oh, of course, Bulma." Dr. Breifs nodded. "Well? What is the latest on my future son-in-law's training?" He asked.
"Dad!" Bulma yelled.
"What? I'm only trying to make conversation!"
"Well he has a name, and it is not 'future son-in-law'!"
"Ah, dreadfully sorry, there." Dr. Breifs said, bowing his head at the prince. "But how is your training coming along?"
"I haven't been training lately." Vegeta admitted.
"Oh? Does it need another repair or upgrade?" Dr. Breifs seemed interested in what the young man had to say, now that he might have been marrying his daughter. Vegeta shook his head. "It's perfectly fine."
"Then why no training?"
"...Distractions."
"Distractions?"
"...Yeah...y'know, uh...stuff." Vegeta then pardoned himself from the room, and allowed the humans some time to celebrate the revival of the father and husband. He heard Bulma laugh as he ascended the stairs, and walked into his room. Ah...things were finally coming to work out. He would soon be able to--on, no. He'd forgotten something crucial to his plans for the next day!
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[Gasp] What did Vegeta forget?!
Will my reviewers EVER pay attention to my pet peeve, and REFRAIN from referring to whom I worship as a word related to that of a shortened version of 'vegetable' and such?! I must GET YOU with a CHAINSAW if you ever call him that in a review for my stories again, because I HATE it so MUCH!
Anyways, will any of you be checking out the next chapter...?
Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Thirty: Revived
The eternal dragon Shenron disappeared into the sky, which returned from it's blacked state to a light blue with the occasional cloud drifting by. The dragonballs blasted off in seven different directions, and turned to stone. The wish had been granted.
"What am I doing in this coffin...?" Dr. Breifs asked as he sat up where he'd been stored in. The coffin had been laid in front of the gathered dragonballs, and was opened for air to flow in again. "Bulma?" He blinked at his daughter, who burst into tears and hugged him tightly. "Dad!" She yelled, so glad he was alive again.
"Yes, that's me! Why the tears?" He asked. Being a simple-minded person in the first place, he didn't remember ever dying. He also had no memory whatsoever of Bulma and Vegeta's relationship, though most everything else was clear to him. At least it wasn't like he'd had complete amnesia.
"Oh, it's a long story. It doesn't matter." Bulma hugged him again, then stood back. "No drinking, ever again. Okay?" She asked.
"Drinking? Why, Bulma, I have never had alcohol in my life!" The doctor rejected the thought of himself taking in any such toxic substances. Vegeta, not too far from Bulma, but leaning against a tree, snorted in amusement. "Never had alcohol in your life my ass, you just recently drank yourself to death!" He said loudly.
"Vegeta! This isn't the time for this." Bulma gave him a quick glare.
"What's he talking about?" Dr. Breifs asked.
"Nothing, Dad. I'll tell you later." Bulma smiled, and helped her father out of the coffin. They walked into the house, and Vegeta followed close behind. They went into the living room, where Mrs. Breifs was, and Bulma sat on a couch, across from her father. Vegeta, coming in slightly afterwards, plunked himself down on the couch, right close beside Bulma, and draped an arm over her shoulder. She gave a glance to him, but nothing more. They were in the company of more than just each other, after all.
"Oh, dear, you're alive again!" Mrs. Breifs smiled, walking into the room with a tray of chocolate and sugary snacks. "Hello, Vegeta," the blonde woman greeted he who helped himself to a handful of doughnuts at once, and a piece of cake on a plate in the other hand.
"I say, what's this about?" Dr. Breifs asked. "Has everyone gone mad? You're trying to tell me that I was dead, and it looks as though Bulma and Vegeta have gone and made friends!" The old man tapped his head, the information not making sense.
"Well...friends is more of a...downgraded term, dad..." Bulma smiled, hoping he'd catch on yet say nothing of it.
"Friends? Downgraded? Well that can only mean that--by God, how long was I asleep?!" Dr. Breifs came upon an astounding discovery with a hint from Vegeta's open affection and Bulma's spoken confession. Bulma nodded, and Vegeta looked down.
"Well, a happy relationship to the both of you!" The man lifted his glass, almost in the sense of a toast, and drank to the health of the statement. Bulma laughed. He accepted the information now that he'd been rid of the toxins in his system? She was cheering silent raves in her head as she tried to keep calm on the couch. She felt like this was some permission slip to go ahead with...anyways.
"Thanks, Dad." Bulma said, sipping from a cup of coffee.
"Er...yes, uh...thank-you." Vegeta said slowly.
"You're both welcome! So, how long have you two love birds been together right under Daddy's nose?" Dr. Breifs asked.
"Uh..." Bulma put down her cup. "Can we not discuss this? It is sort of...inappropriate, Dad." She said.
"Oh, of course, Bulma." Dr. Breifs nodded. "Well? What is the latest on my future son-in-law's training?" He asked.
"Dad!" Bulma yelled.
"What? I'm only trying to make conversation!"
"Well he has a name, and it is not 'future son-in-law'!"
"Ah, dreadfully sorry, there." Dr. Breifs said, bowing his head at the prince. "But how is your training coming along?"
"I haven't been training lately." Vegeta admitted.
"Oh? Does it need another repair or upgrade?" Dr. Breifs seemed interested in what the young man had to say, now that he might have been marrying his daughter. Vegeta shook his head. "It's perfectly fine."
"Then why no training?"
"...Distractions."
"Distractions?"
"...Yeah...y'know, uh...stuff." Vegeta then pardoned himself from the room, and allowed the humans some time to celebrate the revival of the father and husband. He heard Bulma laugh as he ascended the stairs, and walked into his room. Ah...things were finally coming to work out. He would soon be able to--on, no. He'd forgotten something crucial to his plans for the next day!
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[Gasp] What did Vegeta forget?!
Will my reviewers EVER pay attention to my pet peeve, and REFRAIN from referring to whom I worship as a word related to that of a shortened version of 'vegetable' and such?! I must GET YOU with a CHAINSAW if you ever call him that in a review for my stories again, because I HATE it so MUCH!
Anyways, will any of you be checking out the next chapter...?
Kai