You'll probably wondering what my plan was, what was the secret weapon I
was going to use against the Saiya-jinn. Challenge. I was going to
challenge him into doing something he wouldn't do otherwise. So, taking
shamelessly advantage of his non-existent knowledge of human traditions,
I've declared the day of October 1st Challenge Day.
That was only two days away, and I had lots of things to do. First of all was to take care of my parents.
"Daddy", I asked him trying to sound casual over breakfast," how about you take mom on a romantic trip ? I've heard the Baleare are lovely this time of year !"
"What a wonderful idea my dear !" mom sang " but I'm afraid I can't. My black tulips are about to bloom, and I can't miss that, honey."
"Mom", I said, popping out of my chair and grabbing her hands " do it, live dangerously.take some risks in life ! The tulips will wait.they'll have to!"
"Well, dear, if you put it that way."
"Yes, yes .." I nodded enthusiastically.
"We could do that, right honey ?"
My father was completely obvious to what had happened around him, as he was reading the latest number of " Science Today". He mumbled an "Of course, dear !", as any well-trained husband would, and went back to reading.
My parents left the next morning, after much fussing around. I still burst into laughter as I remember my father's startled look as he was shoved into the car "Are we going somewhere?" he inquired innocently.
That left me a day to prepare myself for the first day of the month October, the day that will change my life. I dialled a pizza-shop and ordered 10 pizzas, which I put into the refrigerator, along with some meat and milk. That way, Vegeta will not bother me with food. Apparently he had learned how to manoeuvre the microwaves. Lucky me!
So I went shopping, buying a black leather outfit, which I hoped would make me appealing to the Prince of Darkness and lots of children' clothes. Ok, so, maybe I was exaggerating a little. But being able to extend my shopping to a department that it had been refused to me (hm, except from some times when I went shopping for Gohan ! ) filled my with anticipation. So, I bought pants and shirts and shoes . that were enough for 20 kids .with ages ranging from a day to 12 years.
The day had been a very pleasant one, as I recall. That night, after putting away the clothes for my Trunks ( I had already picked up the name - a good one, staying in my family tradition, but with a hint to vegetal ) I went to sleep listening the humming of the GR that I had grown used to, and thinking about the man training inside.
***
1st October
I woke up feeling very good. Something I had dreamed and I couldn't remember had put me in a very good mood. I allowed myself a long, hot bath, happy that my daddy allowed me a break from CC business. I really loved my job, but sometimes it became really boring. Being no.1 in the world is not as good as Vegeta thinks; I miss a challenge so much !. Speaking of the devil, today was the day I was going to play him and use that great body of his. The thought that it was possible for me not to survive the sex with him crossed my mind .. he could killed me so easily, even without trying, just by mistake. But, I assured myself remembering that the other "Bulma" had survived and so will I, dammit ! If I weren't sure of it, I wouldn't do it. No man was worth dying for!
I hummed one of my favourite plays, as I strolled into the kitchen, where I had one of the biggest shocks of my life. I ran out off my kitchen so fast, I'm sure I broke the sound barrier. There, in my lovely pink kitchen ( actually my mother's but I was feeling possessive at that point ) lay a dead animal. A big dead animal, who was sprawled in my kitchen, blood everywhere. I think I even saw his head under the table. I knew Vegeta occasionally went hunting whenever he wasn't provided with sufficient food, but he never brought it at home. I wonder why he did it this time. I went slowly to the door in my room, unlocked it ( like my father told me when I was a little girl that nothing can harm me when I locked the door, and here I was 20 years later, still applying his method ! ) and walked towards the kitchen. Stilling myself the best I could (which was not very good, considering my hands were still shaking ) I started cleaning the mess. It was the worst thing I've ever done, and, when I found the guts of the poor animal, I've considering quitting the frightening task. The domestic robots could take care of it just fine. But somehow I felt like I had to do it.
After I finished I went back to my room, all appetite lost, and I started putting down words on pieces of paper, my mind still wondering if I really could get on with my plan. Did I really want this kind of father for my son ? But, the most urgent question was: can I really sleep with Vegeta ? even if I convince him to, what if I don't feel anything ? I seriously doubted he would stop like my other partners. He would go on, or worse kill me for insulting his skills as a lover . I really thought he was the hottest thing I had ever seen, but was that enough ?
That was only two days away, and I had lots of things to do. First of all was to take care of my parents.
"Daddy", I asked him trying to sound casual over breakfast," how about you take mom on a romantic trip ? I've heard the Baleare are lovely this time of year !"
"What a wonderful idea my dear !" mom sang " but I'm afraid I can't. My black tulips are about to bloom, and I can't miss that, honey."
"Mom", I said, popping out of my chair and grabbing her hands " do it, live dangerously.take some risks in life ! The tulips will wait.they'll have to!"
"Well, dear, if you put it that way."
"Yes, yes .." I nodded enthusiastically.
"We could do that, right honey ?"
My father was completely obvious to what had happened around him, as he was reading the latest number of " Science Today". He mumbled an "Of course, dear !", as any well-trained husband would, and went back to reading.
My parents left the next morning, after much fussing around. I still burst into laughter as I remember my father's startled look as he was shoved into the car "Are we going somewhere?" he inquired innocently.
That left me a day to prepare myself for the first day of the month October, the day that will change my life. I dialled a pizza-shop and ordered 10 pizzas, which I put into the refrigerator, along with some meat and milk. That way, Vegeta will not bother me with food. Apparently he had learned how to manoeuvre the microwaves. Lucky me!
So I went shopping, buying a black leather outfit, which I hoped would make me appealing to the Prince of Darkness and lots of children' clothes. Ok, so, maybe I was exaggerating a little. But being able to extend my shopping to a department that it had been refused to me (hm, except from some times when I went shopping for Gohan ! ) filled my with anticipation. So, I bought pants and shirts and shoes . that were enough for 20 kids .with ages ranging from a day to 12 years.
The day had been a very pleasant one, as I recall. That night, after putting away the clothes for my Trunks ( I had already picked up the name - a good one, staying in my family tradition, but with a hint to vegetal ) I went to sleep listening the humming of the GR that I had grown used to, and thinking about the man training inside.
***
1st October
I woke up feeling very good. Something I had dreamed and I couldn't remember had put me in a very good mood. I allowed myself a long, hot bath, happy that my daddy allowed me a break from CC business. I really loved my job, but sometimes it became really boring. Being no.1 in the world is not as good as Vegeta thinks; I miss a challenge so much !. Speaking of the devil, today was the day I was going to play him and use that great body of his. The thought that it was possible for me not to survive the sex with him crossed my mind .. he could killed me so easily, even without trying, just by mistake. But, I assured myself remembering that the other "Bulma" had survived and so will I, dammit ! If I weren't sure of it, I wouldn't do it. No man was worth dying for!
I hummed one of my favourite plays, as I strolled into the kitchen, where I had one of the biggest shocks of my life. I ran out off my kitchen so fast, I'm sure I broke the sound barrier. There, in my lovely pink kitchen ( actually my mother's but I was feeling possessive at that point ) lay a dead animal. A big dead animal, who was sprawled in my kitchen, blood everywhere. I think I even saw his head under the table. I knew Vegeta occasionally went hunting whenever he wasn't provided with sufficient food, but he never brought it at home. I wonder why he did it this time. I went slowly to the door in my room, unlocked it ( like my father told me when I was a little girl that nothing can harm me when I locked the door, and here I was 20 years later, still applying his method ! ) and walked towards the kitchen. Stilling myself the best I could (which was not very good, considering my hands were still shaking ) I started cleaning the mess. It was the worst thing I've ever done, and, when I found the guts of the poor animal, I've considering quitting the frightening task. The domestic robots could take care of it just fine. But somehow I felt like I had to do it.
After I finished I went back to my room, all appetite lost, and I started putting down words on pieces of paper, my mind still wondering if I really could get on with my plan. Did I really want this kind of father for my son ? But, the most urgent question was: can I really sleep with Vegeta ? even if I convince him to, what if I don't feel anything ? I seriously doubted he would stop like my other partners. He would go on, or worse kill me for insulting his skills as a lover . I really thought he was the hottest thing I had ever seen, but was that enough ?