Memories Resurfaced Ch.10
Note: Well here we are at last! The tenth chapter has been reached! I've got a real treat for you in this chapter, folks! This will probably be the funniest chapter in my story so far. Please! Do not hesitate to crack up and laugh until you faint! I know I said I'd wait for 35 reviews, but I just couldn't wait! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. See chapter 1.
Vegeta stared at the towering building with disgust. How could she take him here? He could remember going here with Bulma at one point, and it was pure hell. The lady that aided Bulma in picking out a blouse just couldn't resist the temptation to "help" Vegeta with fashion tips. Later that day, the manager came after Bulma and Vegeta left, and the paper's top headline was: "Local Dillards Worker Mysteriously Disappears."
Bulma pushed open the glass doors and allowed a kindly old lady through first. The lady stared at Vegeta and said thank you. Vegeta grunted in reply, and the lady glowered at him, walked away, and muttered things about 'young hooligans that don't respect their elders.'
As they walked into the store, Vegeta observed his familiar surroundings. The multi-colored blouses that looked fit for a tasteless old person. The dresses that a bunch of shallow girls stared at and gossiped. And the perfume section with its cushion chairs while old ladies asked employees about the newest scent. It all disgusted Vegeta to no end.
Eventually, they reached Bulma's favorite section, dresses and shoes. Vegeta received many stares from passersby, he merely gave them his infamous death glare.
Bulma walked over to an employee and immediately began 'idle talk' in Vegeta-language.
"Hi, there!" Bulma chirped happily at the worker.
"Oh, my god! Are you Bulma Briefs?" she gaped at Bulma with eyes wide open.
"Yes I am. I need you to tell me, what you think he will look good in." she pulled Vegeta over to the employee and began hinting her in on what she thought he might be appealing in.
Vegeta glared at the both of them and walked away. He had no interest in the situation, of course. It was pure luck that he should run into another curious employee of the wretched store.
It was a man; a very tacky-looking man. He was in a bright purple t-shirt that was snug around his thin, bony arms. He was relatively gaunt and looked like he was no older than 25 years old.
The thin man approached Vegeta with his hands latched in front of him. Vegeta thought of walking away. In fact, he carried out with this thought.
Please leave me alone, Vegeta thought. I have enough of Bulma and her fashion nonsense. Nevertheless, she's a woman.
Vegeta knew it was typical for Bulma to criticize Vegeta and his casual clothes of Spandex and armor. He hadn't been on Earth for four years and he knew about their kind. He'd seen them in movies Bulma made him sit through.
To Vegeta's misfortune, the man quickened his pace and stepped in front of Vegeta. Hands clapped together and all.
"Hello, there! How can I help you today?" he asked him with no fear.
"You can help me by leaving me alone, before I blast you to oblivion. How does that sound?" Vegeta answered coldly.
"Ooh, so feisty! Okay then, lets see what we can put on you, shall we?" He approached Vegeta and reached around his waist. "Lets see your waist size."
Vegeta immediately pushed him away, too hard. He slammed into a nearby perfume desk and startled the lady giving another thirty year old a sample. The lady dropped the bottle and it shattered on the floor.
The man slowly got up, and to Vegeta's dismay, was grinning devilishly. Or as devilish as a man of his status could reach.
"Whoah, mister feisty! I think I like you! Now, lets see..." the man examined Vegeta from head to toe, and without touching him. A wise decision if he was considering his health.
"I've got it! Just the perfect thing for you! Come with me!" the man reached out his hand toward Vegeta. He merely glared at it as though it would kill him.
Vegeta just realized that he was receiving many stares. One that was directed from his favorite onna.
Bulma motioned him to go with the clerk. And Vegeta knew better than to disagree with Bulma when she was shopping. Especially since their last little argument.
So, Vegeta walked behind the man, at a cautious five feet away from the clerk. They approached the men's dressing rooms, and the man stopped in front of a room (I'm not sure what their called...) and smiled at Vegeta.
"Wait here." The man told him with a grin on his face. Vegeta rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms.
This has to be the worst day on Earth of my life, he thought.
After a few minutes, the man came back with a bundle of clothes in his arms. The clerk stared at him for a minute, or examined, and shoved the clothes into his arms.
"Okay, feisty, go and put these on, and we'll see what you think," the clerk shoved Vegeta toward one of the rooms. Vegeta pushed his away as he reached the door.
"Hey! Let's get one thing straight: Do not touch me ever again! Is that clear?" Vegeta shouted, receiving yet more stares from customers that were nearby.
The man just winked at him and said, "Go on in!" then he added to himself "So feisty!"
Vegeta complied to his request, though rather reluctantly, and stepped into the small room.
There were clothes from customers that apparently didn't want theirs left on a hook that was slightly above Vegeta.
He groaned and set the clothes before him.
This is so stupid, He thought, who does that baka think he is?
Bulma stood outside the men's dressing rooms and waited.
I wonder what he'll look like...Bulma thought to herself. She giggled at the thought of Vegeta receiving clothes that looked just like the clerk's.
After a while, Vegeta finally stepped out of the room. His expression was priceless.
Bulma looked him up and down with deep amazement. He was wearing casual blue jeans that bagged on him just a little, and had a white muscle shirt on under a black leather jacket.
"What are you gawking at?" Vegeta smirked at her, then added, "See something you like?"
Bulma snapped out of her dream state and went back to the 'old' Bulma.
"Hmph, of course not. Sorry, Vegeta, but there really isn't much to look at," she laughed, "Yamcha looked much better, especially in leather!"
Vegeta stared at her for a second and snorted. He looked in the mirror and realized actually didn't look half bad.
"Jeez, Vegeta. You're more conceited than I thought you were. Honestly, examining yourself in a mirror, and in a 'baka human store'? Tsk, tsk!" Bulma muttered slyly.
"Psh, whatever, onna. I wouldn't talk if I were you. I think you spend more time in front of a mirror than that moron mate of yours," Vegeta smirked wider, "If it were possible to do so."
"Oh shut up! He is not my mate! He isn't even my boyfriend anymore! I told you that we broke up. You were there! I guess the almighty-prince-of-the-saiya-jins has lost his touch."
"Whatever, onna! Let's just get out of this store! I'm sick of its smell and the people who walk in it." With that, he began to walk away.
Bulma quickly caught up to him in a jog and shouted, "Hey! We need to pay for those! And we need to find you some swimming trunks!" (Hey! There's that pun again! Ahahahahahahaha! It's still not funny, is it?)
"I don't need them, baka! I'm fine with the ones I have; you're lucky I'm even coming with you on this pointless trip! I could be training right now!"
"Fine! When people start staring at you like some freak, don't come crying to me to go back to the store!"
"Am I supposed to care? Silly girl..." They both walked up to the cashier and Bulma paid.
After avoiding a few people who were offering a sample of men's cologne, they somehow managed to reach the familiar glass doors, and they went to the car.
The drive was silent. Bulma didn't turn on her music, and Vegeta didn't complain. To break the awkward silence, Bulma spoke up.
"We're almost there! You okay back there, Vegeta?" Bulma looked over her shoulder and stared at the prince.
He grunted in reply, and continued to stare out the window. Bulma turned back around and continued to drive. The silence was definitely getting to her.
Thank kami we're almost there... She thought.
The remainder of the drive was just as expected from the two, silent. But for some reason, Bulma and Vegeta enjoyed their frequent arguments over the dead silence next to the hum of the engine.
At last they arrived.
"Here we are, Vegeta! West Beach!" she spoke with glory.
***************I think this chapter was longer than the others were, don't you? I liked this chapter. And I'm sorry I lied, the chapter wasn't that funny, was it? Well, tell what you think in the reviews, as usual. And of course, next five reviews equals a new chapter. Ja ne!*******
Note: Well here we are at last! The tenth chapter has been reached! I've got a real treat for you in this chapter, folks! This will probably be the funniest chapter in my story so far. Please! Do not hesitate to crack up and laugh until you faint! I know I said I'd wait for 35 reviews, but I just couldn't wait! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. See chapter 1.
Vegeta stared at the towering building with disgust. How could she take him here? He could remember going here with Bulma at one point, and it was pure hell. The lady that aided Bulma in picking out a blouse just couldn't resist the temptation to "help" Vegeta with fashion tips. Later that day, the manager came after Bulma and Vegeta left, and the paper's top headline was: "Local Dillards Worker Mysteriously Disappears."
Bulma pushed open the glass doors and allowed a kindly old lady through first. The lady stared at Vegeta and said thank you. Vegeta grunted in reply, and the lady glowered at him, walked away, and muttered things about 'young hooligans that don't respect their elders.'
As they walked into the store, Vegeta observed his familiar surroundings. The multi-colored blouses that looked fit for a tasteless old person. The dresses that a bunch of shallow girls stared at and gossiped. And the perfume section with its cushion chairs while old ladies asked employees about the newest scent. It all disgusted Vegeta to no end.
Eventually, they reached Bulma's favorite section, dresses and shoes. Vegeta received many stares from passersby, he merely gave them his infamous death glare.
Bulma walked over to an employee and immediately began 'idle talk' in Vegeta-language.
"Hi, there!" Bulma chirped happily at the worker.
"Oh, my god! Are you Bulma Briefs?" she gaped at Bulma with eyes wide open.
"Yes I am. I need you to tell me, what you think he will look good in." she pulled Vegeta over to the employee and began hinting her in on what she thought he might be appealing in.
Vegeta glared at the both of them and walked away. He had no interest in the situation, of course. It was pure luck that he should run into another curious employee of the wretched store.
It was a man; a very tacky-looking man. He was in a bright purple t-shirt that was snug around his thin, bony arms. He was relatively gaunt and looked like he was no older than 25 years old.
The thin man approached Vegeta with his hands latched in front of him. Vegeta thought of walking away. In fact, he carried out with this thought.
Please leave me alone, Vegeta thought. I have enough of Bulma and her fashion nonsense. Nevertheless, she's a woman.
Vegeta knew it was typical for Bulma to criticize Vegeta and his casual clothes of Spandex and armor. He hadn't been on Earth for four years and he knew about their kind. He'd seen them in movies Bulma made him sit through.
To Vegeta's misfortune, the man quickened his pace and stepped in front of Vegeta. Hands clapped together and all.
"Hello, there! How can I help you today?" he asked him with no fear.
"You can help me by leaving me alone, before I blast you to oblivion. How does that sound?" Vegeta answered coldly.
"Ooh, so feisty! Okay then, lets see what we can put on you, shall we?" He approached Vegeta and reached around his waist. "Lets see your waist size."
Vegeta immediately pushed him away, too hard. He slammed into a nearby perfume desk and startled the lady giving another thirty year old a sample. The lady dropped the bottle and it shattered on the floor.
The man slowly got up, and to Vegeta's dismay, was grinning devilishly. Or as devilish as a man of his status could reach.
"Whoah, mister feisty! I think I like you! Now, lets see..." the man examined Vegeta from head to toe, and without touching him. A wise decision if he was considering his health.
"I've got it! Just the perfect thing for you! Come with me!" the man reached out his hand toward Vegeta. He merely glared at it as though it would kill him.
Vegeta just realized that he was receiving many stares. One that was directed from his favorite onna.
Bulma motioned him to go with the clerk. And Vegeta knew better than to disagree with Bulma when she was shopping. Especially since their last little argument.
So, Vegeta walked behind the man, at a cautious five feet away from the clerk. They approached the men's dressing rooms, and the man stopped in front of a room (I'm not sure what their called...) and smiled at Vegeta.
"Wait here." The man told him with a grin on his face. Vegeta rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms.
This has to be the worst day on Earth of my life, he thought.
After a few minutes, the man came back with a bundle of clothes in his arms. The clerk stared at him for a minute, or examined, and shoved the clothes into his arms.
"Okay, feisty, go and put these on, and we'll see what you think," the clerk shoved Vegeta toward one of the rooms. Vegeta pushed his away as he reached the door.
"Hey! Let's get one thing straight: Do not touch me ever again! Is that clear?" Vegeta shouted, receiving yet more stares from customers that were nearby.
The man just winked at him and said, "Go on in!" then he added to himself "So feisty!"
Vegeta complied to his request, though rather reluctantly, and stepped into the small room.
There were clothes from customers that apparently didn't want theirs left on a hook that was slightly above Vegeta.
He groaned and set the clothes before him.
This is so stupid, He thought, who does that baka think he is?
Bulma stood outside the men's dressing rooms and waited.
I wonder what he'll look like...Bulma thought to herself. She giggled at the thought of Vegeta receiving clothes that looked just like the clerk's.
After a while, Vegeta finally stepped out of the room. His expression was priceless.
Bulma looked him up and down with deep amazement. He was wearing casual blue jeans that bagged on him just a little, and had a white muscle shirt on under a black leather jacket.
"What are you gawking at?" Vegeta smirked at her, then added, "See something you like?"
Bulma snapped out of her dream state and went back to the 'old' Bulma.
"Hmph, of course not. Sorry, Vegeta, but there really isn't much to look at," she laughed, "Yamcha looked much better, especially in leather!"
Vegeta stared at her for a second and snorted. He looked in the mirror and realized actually didn't look half bad.
"Jeez, Vegeta. You're more conceited than I thought you were. Honestly, examining yourself in a mirror, and in a 'baka human store'? Tsk, tsk!" Bulma muttered slyly.
"Psh, whatever, onna. I wouldn't talk if I were you. I think you spend more time in front of a mirror than that moron mate of yours," Vegeta smirked wider, "If it were possible to do so."
"Oh shut up! He is not my mate! He isn't even my boyfriend anymore! I told you that we broke up. You were there! I guess the almighty-prince-of-the-saiya-jins has lost his touch."
"Whatever, onna! Let's just get out of this store! I'm sick of its smell and the people who walk in it." With that, he began to walk away.
Bulma quickly caught up to him in a jog and shouted, "Hey! We need to pay for those! And we need to find you some swimming trunks!" (Hey! There's that pun again! Ahahahahahahaha! It's still not funny, is it?)
"I don't need them, baka! I'm fine with the ones I have; you're lucky I'm even coming with you on this pointless trip! I could be training right now!"
"Fine! When people start staring at you like some freak, don't come crying to me to go back to the store!"
"Am I supposed to care? Silly girl..." They both walked up to the cashier and Bulma paid.
After avoiding a few people who were offering a sample of men's cologne, they somehow managed to reach the familiar glass doors, and they went to the car.
The drive was silent. Bulma didn't turn on her music, and Vegeta didn't complain. To break the awkward silence, Bulma spoke up.
"We're almost there! You okay back there, Vegeta?" Bulma looked over her shoulder and stared at the prince.
He grunted in reply, and continued to stare out the window. Bulma turned back around and continued to drive. The silence was definitely getting to her.
Thank kami we're almost there... She thought.
The remainder of the drive was just as expected from the two, silent. But for some reason, Bulma and Vegeta enjoyed their frequent arguments over the dead silence next to the hum of the engine.
At last they arrived.
"Here we are, Vegeta! West Beach!" she spoke with glory.
***************I think this chapter was longer than the others were, don't you? I liked this chapter. And I'm sorry I lied, the chapter wasn't that funny, was it? Well, tell what you think in the reviews, as usual. And of course, next five reviews equals a new chapter. Ja ne!*******