Title: Don't Get Bulma Angry! Fic # 3: Vegeta & Bulla Go To The Mall
Author: Laura SuperSaiyanDemonChick
Rating: G Summary: Vegeta is trying to relax on a day without training, but Bulma has instead declared to him that he has to take Bulla shopping for some new clothes. While there, he loses Bulla...Uh-oh...Bulma won't be happy about this! Will she?
Disclaimer: I do not own Vegeta, Bulla or Bulma. They belong to Akira Toriyama. Feedback: Would be very much appreciated!
Vegeta & Bulla Go To The Mall
Vegeta was laying down on a hammock, exhausted after the countless hours of training he has done. For several months, he has trained nonstop, but today, today was the day that he was going to relax. He was going to sleep the day away outside where the sun was shining and the wind was blowing gently moving his hair slightly. His eyes were closed and a small hint of a small smile appeared on his nicely-contoured face. His knuckle-gloved hands were clasped together and his leather-clad legs were crossed at the knee. He had taken off his leather vest and all he had on was his brown wifebeater. Even though he felt that it would be better to take it off to get better relaxed, he thought of it and left it on and fell into a period of sleep.
During his relaxation period, his young daughter Bulla peeked her blue head outside the french door. She saw her daddy laying down on the hammock breathing faintly. She knew he was sleeping and didn't want to disturb him, but her mother said that she had to wake him up. To take her shopping of course. A small smirk appeared on her face and she went for it. She was only a blur when she ran and jumped on Vegeta's stomach. Vegeta's eyes bugged open and the breath that he had breathed in recently was exhaled forcefully from him by his little princess. "Hi, daddy." She said innocently.
He growled in his throat. "Bulla, what do you think you're doing?"
"Mommy said I had to wake you up."
"What for? I'm trying to relax. Doesn't she realize that this is the only day that I will take to relax from all my training?" The little girl nodded her head. "Then why bother me?"
"Mommy said you had to take me shopping at the mall."
"For what?"
"New clothes."
He sighed heavily and picked her up off his stomach. He placed her standing on the balcony ground next to him eafter he stood up. "Why can't your mother take you?"
"Because she's busy right now, daddy. She has a lot of work to do, she said."
The Saiyan Prince's head turned angrily toward the open french door. He saw Bulma standing there with arms crossed and her lips pursed. He sighed heavily and stared down at the little Bulma look-a-like. "Fine. I will take you shopping. But only for a little while. Then I will come back here and you are not to bother me again. Do you understand?" He asked her. She smiled, teeth showing and nodding speedily. "Fine, then. Let's go." 'I'll deal with Bulma when I get back! She knows that this is a day for me to relax! Not running around with a little replica buying cutesy outfits at that stupid building earthlings call a mall!'
Vegeta drove Bulla to the mall and parked the car the closest that he could. His motto then was, the faster we get in, the faster we get out. And he wanted out of there. Fast. Bulla was skipping happily in front of Vegeta as he walked. His hands were in his pockets. The entrance doors opened and the young princess skipped in with her dad walking slowly behind her in a stiff posture. She looked back at her father wondering why he was the way he was. She shrugged and did not seem to care at that point. She wanted to go the stores and get all different kinds of new clothes. Bulla giggled excitedly as she began to walk the rest of the way. Not looking where she was going, she accidentally bumped into a tall, sad-looking man with a trenchcoat and wide-brimmed gray hat. She looked up at him and his eyes were filled with blackness. Scared out of her wits, she took a small step back. The man looked down at her with an angry expression.
"Did you bump into me?" He asked in a highly gruff voice. But the little half-saiyan princess was too scared to utter a single word. "Whatsa matter? Ya scared, kid? I would be, too, if I saw me." He began to bend a little. Bulla looked to her right and saw a large hand coming toward her. But before it could reach her, a knuckle-gloved hand grabbed the guy's wrist. The man looked up. "Let go of me, punk." He said with pure hatred in his voice.
Vegeta just stared at the man with an expressionless face. The man knew that this guy was not going to playing around and not going to follow any type of orders given to him. The Saiyan Prince gripped the man's wrist tighter. Yelping, the man pulled his hand back and rubbed his wrist.
"If you ever think about trying to reach a hand to my daughter again, you are going to wish you were never born."
"Su-Sure, man! Whatever you wish!" The man moved away from Vegeta as far away as he could. He had to keep distance otherwise he knew he wouldn't live to see the next minute. Bulla wrapped her arms around Vegeta's left leg. "Daddy...." She began to sniffle.
"Bulla, stop acting like a little baby. He's gone now. Now can we please get this shopping spree over with so I can relax at home?"
Hearing the words 'shopping spree' brought her to her senses.
Vegeta and Bulla went to several different clothing stores. Everytime Bulla tried on an outfit, Vegeta was getting a little less comfortable. He hated taking his daughter shopping. At least with Trunks it was easy. They'd go to find some clothes, he'd gather them together, they'd pay for them and be out of the store to grab a bite to eat on the way home. But with Bulla, it was different. She had to try on almost every outfit in the store that was in her fashion sense. Whenever she tried on an outfit her father didn't like, she's smile and say that she wanted it. Vegeta was getting a little annoyed with that. But he wasn't caring. Because soon he was going to be home again and laying down on the hammock relaxing under the sun with a huge glass of lemonade by his side. There was nothing like laying outside on a nice, cool summer day.
The Prince of All Saiyans was carrying several different bags. His hands were full. He even had to start carrying some with both arms together. "Bulla, are you about done?" He asked, hoping that she was. "Sure, daddy, but can we get something to eat? I'm hungry! My stomach is growly." She begged to her daddy. The Prince rolled his eyes and nodded. "Fine. We get something to eat, then we gather these bags in the car and go home."
There was a long line in the food court. Vegeta had set the bags down at a nearby table so he and Bulla could keep an eye on them. Bulla was standing behind her father watching the bags, when something caught her eye. It was a dancing doggy. A man had dressed up in a costume to promote a new store coming to the mall. It was Dippity DogDay; a new dog store. Bulla was so fascinated by the dancing pup that she began to walk away from her father. The dog was moving away and so was Bulla.
Vegeta had his arms crossed. He had been waiting in line for at least ten minutes. Ten minutes waiting just to get a stupid pizza! Thinking about the pizza, he realized that he forgot to ask Bulla what kind she wanted. He turned around and asked, "Bulla, what kind of topping do you want?" When he received no answer from his little princess, he looked down. His eyes went wide. "Bulla? Where are you? Are you playing hide-and-seek, princess?" He left the line, worried about where his little girl was. "Bulla!" He shouted looking around the mall. He didn't care about the bag of clothes he left behind. All he wanted was to find Bulla.
Bulla kept following the doggy around the mall. He was dancing about making people laugh as he danced the Funky Chicken and the Mashed Potato. The dog moved from floor to floor. She was now on the first floor while on the third floor, Vegeta was searching for Bulla frantically. "Bulla!" He shouted. He hoped that she had gone into a type of toy store. But she was not there at all He had searched all the third floor stores. Now was the second floor's turn. No sign. The first floor? No sign. He was not becoming absolutely frustrated, angry and upset at the same time. Where could his little princess be?
The little princess saw the doggy finally stop after he sat down on a bench wiping fake sweat from his furry head. She herself had stopped to take a rest and wait for him to start moving once again.
'Where is she?' Vegeta couldn't help but think. 'I hope that nothing's happened to her! Please, oh, please let her be all right!' He ran up and down the floors once again. But still no sign of his sweet and innocent little daughter. He thought it would be best to call Bulma and let her know what had happened. He was sweating thoroughly and breathing heavily. He was exhausted from running. It would have been easier jus to fly, but he thought of it and began heading toward a payphone.
Before reaching it, he spotted something familiar to him. He saw a little blue haired girl in a red outfit sitting on a bench staring at a guy in a dog costume. Inching closer, he saw her sweet face. Bulla! He had finally found her. Running to her, he grabbed her by the wrist.
"Bulla Brief! Where did you run off to? You had me worried, young lady! I was frantic!"
Bulla looked up at her daddy. "I'm sorry, daddy. I just saw a dancing doggy and I wanted to watch it some more so I went after it."
Vegeta took in a deep breath. "You shouldn't have ran off like that." He bent down to her level. "You scared daddy." He leaned over and Bulla wrapped her small arms around his neck. "Don't ever scare me like that again. Okay?"
"Okay." She pulled away and smiled at him. "Promise?"
"I promise."
"Good." He smirked. "It's a good thing I found you. Otherwise, I would have had to call your mother and explain that I lost you at the mall."
Bulla giggled. "And mommy wouldn't be happy with you, would she?"
He shook his head. "Nope. She'd be mean to me, yell at me and scold me."
"Just like when you lost Trunks at the mall when he was little?"
He flinched. Why did she have to remind him of that? It was just a repeat of what happened a long time ago when Trunks was just about Bulla's age.
"Let's go home, Princess."
"Sure." Vegeta stood up and held out his hand.
As they were walking away, Bulla looked up at her father.
"Daddy? Did you remember to bring my stuff with you?" Vegeta stopped walking. "Um, no. Come on!" He picked her up and ran to the elevator.
The door opened to the room where Bulma was sitting in. "So, how'd it go you two?" She asked happily.
Vegeta groaned and set Bulla to the ground. She was carrying a few of the bags while he was carrying the rest. "Look what daddy bought me, mommy!" She showed off a few of her outfits.
"It's nice, sweetie." She kept saying while looking at them and Vegeta the same time. "Why don't you go to your room and model all of your new ones for me? Okay?"
"Sure!" Bulla ran out of the room after grabbing the rest of the bags from her father. "Vegeta..." Bulma said when she stood up. Vegeta gulped. "Yes?"
Bulma walked until she was standing directly in front of him. "Did everything go all right at the mall?"
He averted his eyes. "Of course." Bulma looked at him. "Look me straight in the eye and tell me everything went okay." Vegeta looked her straight in the eye, but suddenly flinched looking away. "Ah-ha! So something did happen! Didn't it?" "Well, yeah, but it wasn't at all bad. It was fine after awhile."
"What happened, Vegeta? What happened with my little girl at the mall?"
"I, um...I lost her."
"YOU WHAT?!"
Vegeta sat down on the couch listening to a lecture from Bulma for the next hour on keeping a close eye on Bulla all the time. He was getting a migraine. He should have known that he was never going to be able to relax. He should have known.
THE END...
Until the next one!
Kyatoz,
Laura
Rating: G Summary: Vegeta is trying to relax on a day without training, but Bulma has instead declared to him that he has to take Bulla shopping for some new clothes. While there, he loses Bulla...Uh-oh...Bulma won't be happy about this! Will she?
Disclaimer: I do not own Vegeta, Bulla or Bulma. They belong to Akira Toriyama. Feedback: Would be very much appreciated!
Vegeta & Bulla Go To The Mall
Vegeta was laying down on a hammock, exhausted after the countless hours of training he has done. For several months, he has trained nonstop, but today, today was the day that he was going to relax. He was going to sleep the day away outside where the sun was shining and the wind was blowing gently moving his hair slightly. His eyes were closed and a small hint of a small smile appeared on his nicely-contoured face. His knuckle-gloved hands were clasped together and his leather-clad legs were crossed at the knee. He had taken off his leather vest and all he had on was his brown wifebeater. Even though he felt that it would be better to take it off to get better relaxed, he thought of it and left it on and fell into a period of sleep.
During his relaxation period, his young daughter Bulla peeked her blue head outside the french door. She saw her daddy laying down on the hammock breathing faintly. She knew he was sleeping and didn't want to disturb him, but her mother said that she had to wake him up. To take her shopping of course. A small smirk appeared on her face and she went for it. She was only a blur when she ran and jumped on Vegeta's stomach. Vegeta's eyes bugged open and the breath that he had breathed in recently was exhaled forcefully from him by his little princess. "Hi, daddy." She said innocently.
He growled in his throat. "Bulla, what do you think you're doing?"
"Mommy said I had to wake you up."
"What for? I'm trying to relax. Doesn't she realize that this is the only day that I will take to relax from all my training?" The little girl nodded her head. "Then why bother me?"
"Mommy said you had to take me shopping at the mall."
"For what?"
"New clothes."
He sighed heavily and picked her up off his stomach. He placed her standing on the balcony ground next to him eafter he stood up. "Why can't your mother take you?"
"Because she's busy right now, daddy. She has a lot of work to do, she said."
The Saiyan Prince's head turned angrily toward the open french door. He saw Bulma standing there with arms crossed and her lips pursed. He sighed heavily and stared down at the little Bulma look-a-like. "Fine. I will take you shopping. But only for a little while. Then I will come back here and you are not to bother me again. Do you understand?" He asked her. She smiled, teeth showing and nodding speedily. "Fine, then. Let's go." 'I'll deal with Bulma when I get back! She knows that this is a day for me to relax! Not running around with a little replica buying cutesy outfits at that stupid building earthlings call a mall!'
Vegeta drove Bulla to the mall and parked the car the closest that he could. His motto then was, the faster we get in, the faster we get out. And he wanted out of there. Fast. Bulla was skipping happily in front of Vegeta as he walked. His hands were in his pockets. The entrance doors opened and the young princess skipped in with her dad walking slowly behind her in a stiff posture. She looked back at her father wondering why he was the way he was. She shrugged and did not seem to care at that point. She wanted to go the stores and get all different kinds of new clothes. Bulla giggled excitedly as she began to walk the rest of the way. Not looking where she was going, she accidentally bumped into a tall, sad-looking man with a trenchcoat and wide-brimmed gray hat. She looked up at him and his eyes were filled with blackness. Scared out of her wits, she took a small step back. The man looked down at her with an angry expression.
"Did you bump into me?" He asked in a highly gruff voice. But the little half-saiyan princess was too scared to utter a single word. "Whatsa matter? Ya scared, kid? I would be, too, if I saw me." He began to bend a little. Bulla looked to her right and saw a large hand coming toward her. But before it could reach her, a knuckle-gloved hand grabbed the guy's wrist. The man looked up. "Let go of me, punk." He said with pure hatred in his voice.
Vegeta just stared at the man with an expressionless face. The man knew that this guy was not going to playing around and not going to follow any type of orders given to him. The Saiyan Prince gripped the man's wrist tighter. Yelping, the man pulled his hand back and rubbed his wrist.
"If you ever think about trying to reach a hand to my daughter again, you are going to wish you were never born."
"Su-Sure, man! Whatever you wish!" The man moved away from Vegeta as far away as he could. He had to keep distance otherwise he knew he wouldn't live to see the next minute. Bulla wrapped her arms around Vegeta's left leg. "Daddy...." She began to sniffle.
"Bulla, stop acting like a little baby. He's gone now. Now can we please get this shopping spree over with so I can relax at home?"
Hearing the words 'shopping spree' brought her to her senses.
Vegeta and Bulla went to several different clothing stores. Everytime Bulla tried on an outfit, Vegeta was getting a little less comfortable. He hated taking his daughter shopping. At least with Trunks it was easy. They'd go to find some clothes, he'd gather them together, they'd pay for them and be out of the store to grab a bite to eat on the way home. But with Bulla, it was different. She had to try on almost every outfit in the store that was in her fashion sense. Whenever she tried on an outfit her father didn't like, she's smile and say that she wanted it. Vegeta was getting a little annoyed with that. But he wasn't caring. Because soon he was going to be home again and laying down on the hammock relaxing under the sun with a huge glass of lemonade by his side. There was nothing like laying outside on a nice, cool summer day.
The Prince of All Saiyans was carrying several different bags. His hands were full. He even had to start carrying some with both arms together. "Bulla, are you about done?" He asked, hoping that she was. "Sure, daddy, but can we get something to eat? I'm hungry! My stomach is growly." She begged to her daddy. The Prince rolled his eyes and nodded. "Fine. We get something to eat, then we gather these bags in the car and go home."
There was a long line in the food court. Vegeta had set the bags down at a nearby table so he and Bulla could keep an eye on them. Bulla was standing behind her father watching the bags, when something caught her eye. It was a dancing doggy. A man had dressed up in a costume to promote a new store coming to the mall. It was Dippity DogDay; a new dog store. Bulla was so fascinated by the dancing pup that she began to walk away from her father. The dog was moving away and so was Bulla.
Vegeta had his arms crossed. He had been waiting in line for at least ten minutes. Ten minutes waiting just to get a stupid pizza! Thinking about the pizza, he realized that he forgot to ask Bulla what kind she wanted. He turned around and asked, "Bulla, what kind of topping do you want?" When he received no answer from his little princess, he looked down. His eyes went wide. "Bulla? Where are you? Are you playing hide-and-seek, princess?" He left the line, worried about where his little girl was. "Bulla!" He shouted looking around the mall. He didn't care about the bag of clothes he left behind. All he wanted was to find Bulla.
Bulla kept following the doggy around the mall. He was dancing about making people laugh as he danced the Funky Chicken and the Mashed Potato. The dog moved from floor to floor. She was now on the first floor while on the third floor, Vegeta was searching for Bulla frantically. "Bulla!" He shouted. He hoped that she had gone into a type of toy store. But she was not there at all He had searched all the third floor stores. Now was the second floor's turn. No sign. The first floor? No sign. He was not becoming absolutely frustrated, angry and upset at the same time. Where could his little princess be?
The little princess saw the doggy finally stop after he sat down on a bench wiping fake sweat from his furry head. She herself had stopped to take a rest and wait for him to start moving once again.
'Where is she?' Vegeta couldn't help but think. 'I hope that nothing's happened to her! Please, oh, please let her be all right!' He ran up and down the floors once again. But still no sign of his sweet and innocent little daughter. He thought it would be best to call Bulma and let her know what had happened. He was sweating thoroughly and breathing heavily. He was exhausted from running. It would have been easier jus to fly, but he thought of it and began heading toward a payphone.
Before reaching it, he spotted something familiar to him. He saw a little blue haired girl in a red outfit sitting on a bench staring at a guy in a dog costume. Inching closer, he saw her sweet face. Bulla! He had finally found her. Running to her, he grabbed her by the wrist.
"Bulla Brief! Where did you run off to? You had me worried, young lady! I was frantic!"
Bulla looked up at her daddy. "I'm sorry, daddy. I just saw a dancing doggy and I wanted to watch it some more so I went after it."
Vegeta took in a deep breath. "You shouldn't have ran off like that." He bent down to her level. "You scared daddy." He leaned over and Bulla wrapped her small arms around his neck. "Don't ever scare me like that again. Okay?"
"Okay." She pulled away and smiled at him. "Promise?"
"I promise."
"Good." He smirked. "It's a good thing I found you. Otherwise, I would have had to call your mother and explain that I lost you at the mall."
Bulla giggled. "And mommy wouldn't be happy with you, would she?"
He shook his head. "Nope. She'd be mean to me, yell at me and scold me."
"Just like when you lost Trunks at the mall when he was little?"
He flinched. Why did she have to remind him of that? It was just a repeat of what happened a long time ago when Trunks was just about Bulla's age.
"Let's go home, Princess."
"Sure." Vegeta stood up and held out his hand.
As they were walking away, Bulla looked up at her father.
"Daddy? Did you remember to bring my stuff with you?" Vegeta stopped walking. "Um, no. Come on!" He picked her up and ran to the elevator.
The door opened to the room where Bulma was sitting in. "So, how'd it go you two?" She asked happily.
Vegeta groaned and set Bulla to the ground. She was carrying a few of the bags while he was carrying the rest. "Look what daddy bought me, mommy!" She showed off a few of her outfits.
"It's nice, sweetie." She kept saying while looking at them and Vegeta the same time. "Why don't you go to your room and model all of your new ones for me? Okay?"
"Sure!" Bulla ran out of the room after grabbing the rest of the bags from her father. "Vegeta..." Bulma said when she stood up. Vegeta gulped. "Yes?"
Bulma walked until she was standing directly in front of him. "Did everything go all right at the mall?"
He averted his eyes. "Of course." Bulma looked at him. "Look me straight in the eye and tell me everything went okay." Vegeta looked her straight in the eye, but suddenly flinched looking away. "Ah-ha! So something did happen! Didn't it?" "Well, yeah, but it wasn't at all bad. It was fine after awhile."
"What happened, Vegeta? What happened with my little girl at the mall?"
"I, um...I lost her."
"YOU WHAT?!"
Vegeta sat down on the couch listening to a lecture from Bulma for the next hour on keeping a close eye on Bulla all the time. He was getting a migraine. He should have known that he was never going to be able to relax. He should have known.
THE END...
Until the next one!
Kyatoz,
Laura