Memories Resurfaced Ch.9
Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to type this chapter; I've been busy with school, and yeah... I got a review saying that they wanted it longer! Well, fine! THEN LET IT BE LONGER!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! *Ahem* Sorry...Well, anyways, onward with the chapter!! (But I don't know if this is longer...)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply, see chapter 1.
The summer air never smelt better, Bulma thought. The birds seemed to chirp even louder than ever, even though she normally found it annoying.
'I suppose it's because I've broken up with Yamcha. I thought I would be more upset than this. Maybe I don't miss him...'
She quickly dismissed the thought. 'I should be happy. I am such a genius, I got Vegeta to go to the beach with me! Wait 'till everyone hears about this!'
She, literally, jumped downstairs and sat at the table. Her mother greeted her.
"Why hello, Bulma! I didn't see you. How was your break from work? The vacation was lovely!" she chirped. 'My mother is such a baka! She saw me a few minutes ago!' Bulma gave a sigh and sweatdrop.
"Want some breakfast, dear? I have some coffee, tea, waffles, pancakes, bacon, fruit, milk, and juice! Just dish up!" she continued.
'That actually would be a good idea. Better stock up before the living army storms downstairs and beats me to it.' Bulma thought as she put some bacon and fruit on her plate.
Bulma looked up from the paper and stared at Vegeta walking downstairs. He was wearing the old 'Bad Man' outfit.
"What do you think your doing, Vegeta?" she asked with disgust. (In case you haven't seen this, the 'Bad Man' outfit is a bright pink shirt with 'Bad Man' on the back. With yellow pants!)
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to eat my breakfast!" He gruffly replied with a sneer.
"You honestly don't think your going to the beach in that do you?" It took all her strength to not snicker.
"Why shouldn't I go in this? What's wrong? A few weeks ago, you told me this was 'all the rage.' Not that I care! Why should I? It is no concern of mine of what's 'in' or what you think I should wear! You Earthlings should be more concerned about living! You're so weak; I'm surprised you even have time to think about clothing! Shallow onna!"
"Hey! You will not embarrass me at the beach just because you don't care what you look like! As long as if you're with me, you will dress properly!" Bulma shot back as she sipped her coffee.
If fact, before we go, I will take you to the store! Yes, what a great idea! I'll get you some swim trunks (look! I made a pun! Ahahaha...it's not funny, is it?) and some other things, too!"
"I don't care! You told me we were only going to the beach and that was it! I am not going to some baka store, where they tell me what to wear!"
"You'll go or else you can say bye-bye G.R.! Is that understood, Veggie? Or do I have go outside and show you?"
"Fine! Arrrghh! I hate you! You treat me as though I was the inferior! I am the Prince of the Saiya-jin's, and I will not be ordered around by some weakling onna!"
"You better! I'm in too good a mood to argue with you, Veggie. Sit! Have breakfast, then we'll go to the store! Enjoy yourself!" she sipped more of her coffee and continued to read the newspaper.
Vegeta sat down, grabbed a plate and began to pile food onto his plate. He finished all of it no more than two minutes later.
"Wow, Vegeta. That's a new record! The best I've got from you is two minutes thirty seconds!" Bulma smirked at Vegeta.
"Shut up, onna! Nobody wants your opinion, anyway." He sneered back at Bulma. He grunted and chugged down his milk.
Hurry up, onna. I want to get this over with! You actually expect me to enjoy this? I just want to train, but no! You had to stick your ugly face in my business!"
"Hey! Don't you dare call me ugly! I wouldn't be talking; you have the ugliest mug I have ever seen! You'd make a baby cry just by looking at it!" Bulma yelled at him as he smirked and crossed his arms. 'Man, I hate it when he smirks at me. He's so...sexy...' She giggled.
"What exactly are you laughing at?" Vegeta grunted at Bulma as she continued to giggle like a little girl.
"Oh, nothing, Veggie!" She finally managed to stop herself.
"Whatever, onna. Just finish eating! I told you, I want to get this over with!" he grunted.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll eat as fast as I want!" She purposely chewed slowly to make him angry.
"You better hurry up, before I shove that food down your throat!" he glared at her.
"You wouldn't dare! You know what I'd do if you did, don't you? Yeah, I thought so." She laughed.
He grunted once again and continued to stare intently at her, waiting for her to finish.
'Jeez, he's like some kind animal, like he's going to jump me when I'm finished...' Bulma thought with slight humor.
Bulma finished her breakfast, set down the paper, and put her dishes in the sink.
"Can we go now?" Vegeta asked irritably. The priceless look on his face made Bulma want to laugh, hard.
"Fine, Vegeta. We'll go now. Bye, mom. I'll see you tonight." Bulma yelled upstairs.
"Okay, Bulma, dear! I'll see you later then! You have a good time with Vegeta, okay?" came the annoying voice of Bulma's mother.
"I will!" and with that, Bulma opened the door and pulled out her capsule box.
'Hm, which car shall I use today?' she thought to herself.
"Hurry up, onna! I don't have all day, you know!" Vegeta bellowed as Bulma searched through her capsules.
"Fine, jeez! Have a hemorrhoid, will ya? I'm deciding what car to use!" Bulma shot back.
"Does it really matter? Come on!"
"Yes, it matters! It's all in the style!"
"'It's all in the style'! Bah! Really, you would think that earthlings had better things to do!"
"Blah blah blah! Whatever, Vegeta! Ah! Here's a good one!" she pulled out the capsule, pushed the button, and threw it to the ground.
It was, indeed, a nice car. It was a bright red convertible. The car was well polished, and the seats were a tan-ish cream leather. Bulma knew Vegeta couldn't resist leather.
Bulma hopped in and turned on the car, Vegeta did the same. And they drove off.
Bulma turned on the radio to her favorite station and began to sing to the song that was playing.
"Would you shut up, onna? Having your annoying voice speak to me is enough! Let alone your nasty singing!" Vegeta yelled at her over the blazing engine and booming radio.
"Hey! I happen to have an excellent singing voice! And, plus, your in my car, which means I can do whatever I want to it!" she retorted in between chorus.
"Whatever, onna."
They arrived at the store after fifteen minutes of driving and constant bickering. Bulma opened her door and stepped out.
"Well, here we are!" she smirked and stared at the large building that towered over them.
It was Dillards! (By the way, I don't own Dillards either! So there!)
Next time: What kind of hell has Bulma drove Vegeta into?! Dillards with touchy employee's?! Can they make it through before Vegeta loses his temper!?! Hell if I know!
*****Again, I'm sorry it took me so long to type this. Perhaps I'll try harder next time. When I get 35 reviews, I will post another chapter. Ja ne!*****
Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to type this chapter; I've been busy with school, and yeah... I got a review saying that they wanted it longer! Well, fine! THEN LET IT BE LONGER!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! *Ahem* Sorry...Well, anyways, onward with the chapter!! (But I don't know if this is longer...)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply, see chapter 1.
The summer air never smelt better, Bulma thought. The birds seemed to chirp even louder than ever, even though she normally found it annoying.
'I suppose it's because I've broken up with Yamcha. I thought I would be more upset than this. Maybe I don't miss him...'
She quickly dismissed the thought. 'I should be happy. I am such a genius, I got Vegeta to go to the beach with me! Wait 'till everyone hears about this!'
She, literally, jumped downstairs and sat at the table. Her mother greeted her.
"Why hello, Bulma! I didn't see you. How was your break from work? The vacation was lovely!" she chirped. 'My mother is such a baka! She saw me a few minutes ago!' Bulma gave a sigh and sweatdrop.
"Want some breakfast, dear? I have some coffee, tea, waffles, pancakes, bacon, fruit, milk, and juice! Just dish up!" she continued.
'That actually would be a good idea. Better stock up before the living army storms downstairs and beats me to it.' Bulma thought as she put some bacon and fruit on her plate.
Bulma looked up from the paper and stared at Vegeta walking downstairs. He was wearing the old 'Bad Man' outfit.
"What do you think your doing, Vegeta?" she asked with disgust. (In case you haven't seen this, the 'Bad Man' outfit is a bright pink shirt with 'Bad Man' on the back. With yellow pants!)
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to eat my breakfast!" He gruffly replied with a sneer.
"You honestly don't think your going to the beach in that do you?" It took all her strength to not snicker.
"Why shouldn't I go in this? What's wrong? A few weeks ago, you told me this was 'all the rage.' Not that I care! Why should I? It is no concern of mine of what's 'in' or what you think I should wear! You Earthlings should be more concerned about living! You're so weak; I'm surprised you even have time to think about clothing! Shallow onna!"
"Hey! You will not embarrass me at the beach just because you don't care what you look like! As long as if you're with me, you will dress properly!" Bulma shot back as she sipped her coffee.
If fact, before we go, I will take you to the store! Yes, what a great idea! I'll get you some swim trunks (look! I made a pun! Ahahaha...it's not funny, is it?) and some other things, too!"
"I don't care! You told me we were only going to the beach and that was it! I am not going to some baka store, where they tell me what to wear!"
"You'll go or else you can say bye-bye G.R.! Is that understood, Veggie? Or do I have go outside and show you?"
"Fine! Arrrghh! I hate you! You treat me as though I was the inferior! I am the Prince of the Saiya-jin's, and I will not be ordered around by some weakling onna!"
"You better! I'm in too good a mood to argue with you, Veggie. Sit! Have breakfast, then we'll go to the store! Enjoy yourself!" she sipped more of her coffee and continued to read the newspaper.
Vegeta sat down, grabbed a plate and began to pile food onto his plate. He finished all of it no more than two minutes later.
"Wow, Vegeta. That's a new record! The best I've got from you is two minutes thirty seconds!" Bulma smirked at Vegeta.
"Shut up, onna! Nobody wants your opinion, anyway." He sneered back at Bulma. He grunted and chugged down his milk.
Hurry up, onna. I want to get this over with! You actually expect me to enjoy this? I just want to train, but no! You had to stick your ugly face in my business!"
"Hey! Don't you dare call me ugly! I wouldn't be talking; you have the ugliest mug I have ever seen! You'd make a baby cry just by looking at it!" Bulma yelled at him as he smirked and crossed his arms. 'Man, I hate it when he smirks at me. He's so...sexy...' She giggled.
"What exactly are you laughing at?" Vegeta grunted at Bulma as she continued to giggle like a little girl.
"Oh, nothing, Veggie!" She finally managed to stop herself.
"Whatever, onna. Just finish eating! I told you, I want to get this over with!" he grunted.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll eat as fast as I want!" She purposely chewed slowly to make him angry.
"You better hurry up, before I shove that food down your throat!" he glared at her.
"You wouldn't dare! You know what I'd do if you did, don't you? Yeah, I thought so." She laughed.
He grunted once again and continued to stare intently at her, waiting for her to finish.
'Jeez, he's like some kind animal, like he's going to jump me when I'm finished...' Bulma thought with slight humor.
Bulma finished her breakfast, set down the paper, and put her dishes in the sink.
"Can we go now?" Vegeta asked irritably. The priceless look on his face made Bulma want to laugh, hard.
"Fine, Vegeta. We'll go now. Bye, mom. I'll see you tonight." Bulma yelled upstairs.
"Okay, Bulma, dear! I'll see you later then! You have a good time with Vegeta, okay?" came the annoying voice of Bulma's mother.
"I will!" and with that, Bulma opened the door and pulled out her capsule box.
'Hm, which car shall I use today?' she thought to herself.
"Hurry up, onna! I don't have all day, you know!" Vegeta bellowed as Bulma searched through her capsules.
"Fine, jeez! Have a hemorrhoid, will ya? I'm deciding what car to use!" Bulma shot back.
"Does it really matter? Come on!"
"Yes, it matters! It's all in the style!"
"'It's all in the style'! Bah! Really, you would think that earthlings had better things to do!"
"Blah blah blah! Whatever, Vegeta! Ah! Here's a good one!" she pulled out the capsule, pushed the button, and threw it to the ground.
It was, indeed, a nice car. It was a bright red convertible. The car was well polished, and the seats were a tan-ish cream leather. Bulma knew Vegeta couldn't resist leather.
Bulma hopped in and turned on the car, Vegeta did the same. And they drove off.
Bulma turned on the radio to her favorite station and began to sing to the song that was playing.
"Would you shut up, onna? Having your annoying voice speak to me is enough! Let alone your nasty singing!" Vegeta yelled at her over the blazing engine and booming radio.
"Hey! I happen to have an excellent singing voice! And, plus, your in my car, which means I can do whatever I want to it!" she retorted in between chorus.
"Whatever, onna."
They arrived at the store after fifteen minutes of driving and constant bickering. Bulma opened her door and stepped out.
"Well, here we are!" she smirked and stared at the large building that towered over them.
It was Dillards! (By the way, I don't own Dillards either! So there!)
Next time: What kind of hell has Bulma drove Vegeta into?! Dillards with touchy employee's?! Can they make it through before Vegeta loses his temper!?! Hell if I know!
*****Again, I'm sorry it took me so long to type this. Perhaps I'll try harder next time. When I get 35 reviews, I will post another chapter. Ja ne!*****