Ok, I'm back with the next chappie. I know it took me a while, but I was busy! DEAL WITH IT hyperventilates Ok then. WELP, I decided to talk to my reviewers again, before I start so MUAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!
HERE WE GO!
GOHAN'SWOMAN - Mad Blush Hunt me down eh? Well I have to warn you I am the master of camouflage! Hides behind twigs muahaha!
Demon lost in Darkness- huggle I found you again! Thanks so much for being my beta! You've been with me since Winter Wonderland! You are definitely my number one reviewer!
trunksvegetafrodo- You know, I always see your review on every fan fic I read. I think we have similar tastes or are just really bored.
VeryShortMidget- You shall soon find out!
MT96- SIGN UP SOON DAMMIT!! LOL, just playing!
Shades of Crimson- Second mad huggle Your review seriously made me blush. I was like, "I'm a good author!" repeatedly. LOL! poke And you're a good author too, seriously. Your stories are definitely my favs! UPDATE WENCH!!!
Kaity- done and done!
Joelie the Messenger of Death & Kuni W. Brood - Thank you so much for reviewing! And I'm glad someone else has my weird taste in breakfast foods! .
I've noticed that this is the first time I've posted this story before 3 a.m. WEIRD!
ON TO CHAPTER 8!
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
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"So what are we going to do, Vegeta?"
He shrugged, "Hell if I know. We can skip school, but only for a few days. We could leave state, but what the hell would happen to our future?"
"We could pretend that it didn't happen. Call all those people liars trying to start a rumor! Media influence!"
"And the security tapes? No one would believe us, especially our parents." He drooped his shoulders as he paced the kitchen, a beer bottle in one hand and sandwich in the other. Bulma sat on the stool in front of the island, a little fruit salad in front of her with a glass of water. Her hair was unbrushed and her eyes red from crying last night. Vegeta slowly made his way to sit next to her, taking her chin in his hands so she would have to face him. "Listen, I'm sure you remember what happened when we told our parents about our friendship. I can't even imagine what is going to happen when they find out about us. You already know we are front page news right now." He let out a sigh and released her chin, "We're screwed."
She quickly shook her head, "No, we can't be. I mean, yeah, our parents flipped but that was two years ago. My father might have changed his view point! I mean, he has become more of a family man!"
"Even so, think of my father. He's worse now ten fold. We have to come to a decision now. Do we end this or not? Tell me now, Bulma." Her eyes widened as she heard him use her name for the first time.
"You lay this all on me?"
He leaned to her, laying his arms on her lap, his head down. "You were always the smart one," he mumbled. She laughed, only Vegeta would be a smart ass at a time like this.
She picked up his chin with her pointer finger, "Why would I end it?" She smiled as he leaned in to sweetly kiss her lips. "It's all I have left."
"Excellent. I think we should be alright then."
"You know, this sort of makes me feel like Romeo and Juliet," she joked before he leaned in to kiss her again.
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Two men sat in a plush office building, at least on the 35th floor. The room was completely black, with red trimmings. The floor was a slick marble with white swirls in it. Obviously the man who owned it was very well off. One of the men was dressed in a black, silk suit while the other in stained jeans and a white wife beater with a button up Hawaiian shirt barely covering it. The latter sitting opposite of the desk, one leg casually crossing the other in typical male fashion. The other, obviously the owner of the place, sat in a large, red furnished chair. He leaned across his desk, hands folded as he put his weight on them. "Now Mr. Versetti, you know why I called you here?"
"I think so Mr. Ouiji, need to off somebody I presume?"
Vegeta Sr. let an evil smirk grace his face, "Exactly." He quickly unfolded a newspaper and threw it before the man. On the front page was his son and Bulma obviously trying to outrun the press in his car. "I presume you know who this is," he stated darkly while pointing to Bulma.
"That's the Briefs girl. You want me to off someone of her status. It's gonna cost ya Vegeta."
"I figured. How much?"
"At least 5 mil. Gotta lot of cover up to do, she is a celebrity."
"Petty cash…but I like to make sure a job well done is a job well done. I will pay you one million now, the rest when you bring me proof of her death. Lets say, not a finger, those are easy to imitate. Ah, yes. Bring me her head on a silver platter. Not very original, but it will have to do." He finished with a sinister chuckle. "Now get going, Nappa will escort you to the vault.
Versetti nodded and stood, shaking Vegeta Sr.'s hand, "Pleasure doing business with you sir."
"Pleasure is all mine. Remember now, bring me the head of that little bitch."
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HERE WE GO!
GOHAN'SWOMAN - Mad Blush Hunt me down eh? Well I have to warn you I am the master of camouflage! Hides behind twigs muahaha!
Demon lost in Darkness- huggle I found you again! Thanks so much for being my beta! You've been with me since Winter Wonderland! You are definitely my number one reviewer!
trunksvegetafrodo- You know, I always see your review on every fan fic I read. I think we have similar tastes or are just really bored.
VeryShortMidget- You shall soon find out!
MT96- SIGN UP SOON DAMMIT!! LOL, just playing!
Shades of Crimson- Second mad huggle Your review seriously made me blush. I was like, "I'm a good author!" repeatedly. LOL! poke And you're a good author too, seriously. Your stories are definitely my favs! UPDATE WENCH!!!
Kaity- done and done!
Joelie the Messenger of Death & Kuni W. Brood - Thank you so much for reviewing! And I'm glad someone else has my weird taste in breakfast foods! .
I've noticed that this is the first time I've posted this story before 3 a.m. WEIRD!
ON TO CHAPTER 8!
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
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"So what are we going to do, Vegeta?"
He shrugged, "Hell if I know. We can skip school, but only for a few days. We could leave state, but what the hell would happen to our future?"
"We could pretend that it didn't happen. Call all those people liars trying to start a rumor! Media influence!"
"And the security tapes? No one would believe us, especially our parents." He drooped his shoulders as he paced the kitchen, a beer bottle in one hand and sandwich in the other. Bulma sat on the stool in front of the island, a little fruit salad in front of her with a glass of water. Her hair was unbrushed and her eyes red from crying last night. Vegeta slowly made his way to sit next to her, taking her chin in his hands so she would have to face him. "Listen, I'm sure you remember what happened when we told our parents about our friendship. I can't even imagine what is going to happen when they find out about us. You already know we are front page news right now." He let out a sigh and released her chin, "We're screwed."
She quickly shook her head, "No, we can't be. I mean, yeah, our parents flipped but that was two years ago. My father might have changed his view point! I mean, he has become more of a family man!"
"Even so, think of my father. He's worse now ten fold. We have to come to a decision now. Do we end this or not? Tell me now, Bulma." Her eyes widened as she heard him use her name for the first time.
"You lay this all on me?"
He leaned to her, laying his arms on her lap, his head down. "You were always the smart one," he mumbled. She laughed, only Vegeta would be a smart ass at a time like this.
She picked up his chin with her pointer finger, "Why would I end it?" She smiled as he leaned in to sweetly kiss her lips. "It's all I have left."
"Excellent. I think we should be alright then."
"You know, this sort of makes me feel like Romeo and Juliet," she joked before he leaned in to kiss her again.
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Two men sat in a plush office building, at least on the 35th floor. The room was completely black, with red trimmings. The floor was a slick marble with white swirls in it. Obviously the man who owned it was very well off. One of the men was dressed in a black, silk suit while the other in stained jeans and a white wife beater with a button up Hawaiian shirt barely covering it. The latter sitting opposite of the desk, one leg casually crossing the other in typical male fashion. The other, obviously the owner of the place, sat in a large, red furnished chair. He leaned across his desk, hands folded as he put his weight on them. "Now Mr. Versetti, you know why I called you here?"
"I think so Mr. Ouiji, need to off somebody I presume?"
Vegeta Sr. let an evil smirk grace his face, "Exactly." He quickly unfolded a newspaper and threw it before the man. On the front page was his son and Bulma obviously trying to outrun the press in his car. "I presume you know who this is," he stated darkly while pointing to Bulma.
"That's the Briefs girl. You want me to off someone of her status. It's gonna cost ya Vegeta."
"I figured. How much?"
"At least 5 mil. Gotta lot of cover up to do, she is a celebrity."
"Petty cash…but I like to make sure a job well done is a job well done. I will pay you one million now, the rest when you bring me proof of her death. Lets say, not a finger, those are easy to imitate. Ah, yes. Bring me her head on a silver platter. Not very original, but it will have to do." He finished with a sinister chuckle. "Now get going, Nappa will escort you to the vault.
Versetti nodded and stood, shaking Vegeta Sr.'s hand, "Pleasure doing business with you sir."
"Pleasure is all mine. Remember now, bring me the head of that little bitch."
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