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Hi ppl. Finally got around to writing this chapter. In this chapter, it's Saturday. Bulma's going out on a date later on but you'll see some things happening before that. REVIEW FOR KAMI'S SAKE! As always, enjoy!
I Can't Believe Him!
Vegeta stepped out of the shower at 2:37, to be exact. He had just got threw training all night and the whole morning so he decided to take a break to eat and stuff. He threw his clothes on and stepped out to the main part of the room. Pa was sitting by the wall near a huge 25x by 25x inch cage. "Uncle Vegeta, Uncle Vegeta! Look what I diwde!" 'Why did that woman get her those damn things?!' he thought, walking over. "What, child?"
"I made them rooms!" "That's nice," Vegeta said, half listening. "What are those things again?" "Gewbils." Pan had a white one and brown one. "You know what thewe names awe?" "I don't know…Salt and Pepper?" Vegeta's too much. "How did youwe knowe?" "I don't know. I'm psychic, perhaps?" Vegeta couldn't stand those things.
They made a lot of noise and they smelled. Vegeta knew this from experience since they've had them for about three days. "See, hewe's the kitchen, that has the food and watewe. The living woom with a TV." "Your gerbils…watch TV?" Pan nodded. "And what do they watch, exactly?" "Animal Pwanet and the Discovewy channel," "Really?" Vegeta was ready to bust out laughing but didn't. "Hmm hmmm! And thewe's the bathwoom. Well, they don't weally use it. They use it everywhewe BUT the bathwoom, in fact."
"That's nice," Vegeta was ready to leave. "And hewe's the den, and hewe's the two bedwooms and-" "Why do they need two bedwo- I mean rooms?" "Because they wewe having sex and gewbils don't do that til theywe mawied," she whispered like she didn't want the gerbils to hear. Vegeta did a double take. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, see. Pepper stawted stomping his feet and Salt stawted running awound the bedwoom and he started chasing her and when she got tired, she decided to give it up so she put her butt up and Pepper stuck his-" "Ok, ok. That's quite enough information right there. Let me go speak to the woman for a moment," Vegeta shook his head, walking out the door.
He could not believe what he just heard. 'Gave it up?! What channels is she watching on that TV?!' he ran into Bulma in the hall way as she was on her way to go to her parent's room to see her dad. "Woman, can I ask you something?" "The name's Bulma, by the way. What you want?" Vegeta didn't know how to ask. "Did…you know one of those rodents was male?"
"What? Really? Gosh, I though they were two girls. How did you know?" she asked. Vegeta tried not to laugh. "The brat told me," "How did she know?" "She said she had to make two rooms because they kept having sex and gerbils aren't suppose to until they're married." Bulma stated laughing. "She didn't!" "Oh, yes she did. And she told me how they did it with much detail."
Bulma was in hysterics. "What did she say?!" "I'd rather not repeat it but if you really want to hear it, hear goes. She said the male starts stomping his feet and chases the girl around. Then, she gets tired and decides to 'give it up' so she sticks her butt up and he sticks his- that's where I cut her off." Bulma looked like she was dying of laughter.
"Are you still breathing?" he asked. Bulma did her best to regain control of herself. "You're lying! She said that!" "Yes. It wasn't that bad until she said something about giving it up. What the hell is she watching on that TV?" "I don't know!" she managed to say between laughs. "She said those things watch Animal Planet and the Discovery Channel. They are…"
"Oh no! No wonder! The Discovery channels talking about it all the time! I'll get pepper spaded later, Vegeta. I got to tell mom this!" she laughed, continuing on her way. Vegeta watched her go. 'She has a nice walk- Vegeta, get a hold of yourself. That's a human, you're getting desperate!' "Uncle Vegeta!" Pan called.
He walked back in the room. "What?" "See, they'we being naughty again!" she pointed. "Um…that's interesting. Let's go eat lunch," he grabbed her up, doing his best not to look in the cage, and hurried out the room. 'We have to get rid of those things, they're poisoning her mind!' "But Uncle Vegeta, I have to stop them!" she said, wiggling in his grasp.
"Don't worry about it. Let's just go," "Fine, but if they have babies, they're going to do it and stawte mutipwiying and soon, I'm going to have to get anothewe cage and anothewe and anothewe until we won't be able to walk in thewe anymowe. Aftewe she has her babies, she gets pwegant again wight aftewe!" Pan warned. "This isn't exactly something I want to hear right now," he said, walking in the kitchen.
Later on that night…
"Where is that bastard at?!" Bulma cursed, looking at her watch. "(Beep Beep!) "About time! I'm gone mom, bye!" "Bye dear!" Bulma ran out to Yamcha's car and got in. "What took you so long?! "You were suppose to be hear at 7:30, it's nearly 9:00!" "Sorry, Bulma. I was…busy doing something. Don't worry about it." 'Well, at least I'm not lying,' he thought, pulling out the driveway.
"So, where are we going?" she asked. "The restaurant down the street here, they say it's really romantic," he said. She noticed he was acting a little weird. "Something wrong?" she asked. "No…just fine. How can something be wrong when I'm near you?" "Oh, Yamcha, stop it," she blushed. "It's true. Look, we're here," he said, changing the subject. He went to Bulma's side and opened the door for her. "Thank you," she got out. "You're welcome," he checked out her mini dress that went up to her thighs.
'Oh yeah, I'm going to have her tonight,' he thought. "Come on, Yamcha," she took his hand. "Sure, babe, I just couldn't help but notice how beautiful you look," Yamcha was a regular sweet talker; too bad he wasn't as good as that as having a good relationship. "Hello, sir. Do you have a reservation?" she man at the desk asked.
"Yes, yes. The name's Yamcha (Does he have a last name?!) "Ah, yes! Right this way, sir," he led them to a nice little table with candles lit. "Here's your table and here's your menu's. What would you like to drink?" "White wine," Bulma said, sitting down in the chair Yamcha pulled out for her. "And you sir?" "Oh, same thing."
"Ok. I'll be back with your drinks and to take your order," the waiter left to go retrieve their drinks. Yamcha sat down. "This is a beautiful restaurant, Yamcha," she said, looking around. "Not as beautiful as you," he really needs to quit while he's ahead, if you ask me. "Oh, Yamcha!" Yamcha was looking Bulma's way when he saw somebody glare at him, then storm out the front door. "Um, Bulma…I'll be right back," he got up. "Wait, you have to order," "Just get me whatever you get," he left. "Ugh! I swear!"
15 minutes later…
"I'm going to go find him!" she threw her handkerchief down and walked out the front door. What she saw ruined her whole night. There Yamcha was, making excuses to some bimbo for why he was here with her, and kissing her! "YAMCHA!!!!" Bulma yelled. Yamcha jumped. "B-Bulma, I can ex-" he didn't even have enough time to say something cause she was already storming off down the street, digging for her capsule car.
"Bulma, wait!" Yamcha sighed as he watched her go. "Don't worry about her Yamcha, she's not good enough for you. You want me to make you feel better?" she winked. "Ok, I guess," they got in his car and can you guess where they were headed? Tears started running down Bulma's eyes. 'I can believe him!' she threw the capsule, got in the car, and left to go home.
When she arrived, she went right up to her room. She was so upset, she didn't even bother to close the door. She just laid down on her bed and cried silently. Vegeta happened to have just gotten out the shower (again!) and putting Pan to bed and was walking by, coming from the kitchen after getting a snack when she spotted him. "Vegeta," she sniffed.
He looked in. 'Oh Kami, do these human women always have to be so emotional?!' "What?" She scooted over and patted the bed where she wanted him to sit. "You want me to lay in here with you?" he raised an eyebrow. "Yes, if you don't mind. I want to talk," she wiped a tear away. "Well, I do mind but you'll never let me live another peaceful day if I don't so I guess I might as well."
He came in and closed the door. Then, went over and laid down by her. She got closer, putting her arm across his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. Vegeta was a little surprised. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Getting comfortable. Those muscles of yours aren't just good for fighting, you know; they're pretty comfortable."
"Yeah…" 'She's gone insane,' he was sure of it. Whatever the human did really got to her this time. "So what did the human do this time?" "What does that mean? How do you know I'm not sad about something else?" "Woman, I may not be from this planet but I can read you humans like a book sometimes." "I'm appalled! I can't believe you think my whole life is revolved around Yamcha! I don't care what he does, frankly!"
"Another woman, eh?" "Yeah," she admitted. "Why does he do it?! I don't understand!" she got a tissue from the half dresser by her bed and blew her nose. 'Does she have to do that over me?' Vegeta would rather not get snot all over him. "I told you he had other women, you're the one who wouldn't listen," "I didn't ask you in here so you could make me feel bad, you know!"
"Fine. Look, forget, move on. Do you see why I don't get caught up and that bull now?" "It's not bull. You just have to find your soul mate. Everone has a soul mate. Love is the greatest thing you could have," she said. "Really? Could of fooled me," he snorted. She giggled. "I don't even know why I try explaining things to you."
"You have nothing better to do," "Oh shut up!" she hit him. "Watch it woman! I didn't come in here to be abused. If I wanted that, I'd wish my father back," Vegeta hated his father. "Your father beat you?" "How do you think I got this way? I never had a childhood or a father or friends. The only people I came in contact with was either my father or somebody else that was going to beat me senseless."
"What? Were all children treated like that on Vegeta-sei?" she wanted to know more about him, about why he was the way he was. "No, just me. Then after my dad, I went straight to Frieza, who wasn't any different except now I was forced to blow even more planets up and that time, I either did it or died. That's just the beginning! If you can beat just that, I'll serve you for a whole week!"
Bulma realized something while he talked. She didn't only realize why he wasn't used to having any kind of relationship with people, but that he trusted her. She remembered what her mother told her. She smiled. "What? Are you enjoying hearing about how I went through hell?" "Oh, no! I was just thinking," "Well, there's a change," he smirked.
"Hey!" she laughed. "I see you're not wetting my shirt up anymore," "Nope. You know, you're not that bad, Vegeta," she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're just full of surprises tonight. What was that for?" "Just my way of saying thanks," she said. "Whatever. I'm leaving now," "Nooooooo!! Stay, you're already comfortable!" she cuddled closer to him.
"Woman, I do not intend to stay in here," he said. "Please, Veggie-chan? I'll start crying if you do," That was enough to make Vegeta stay; he didn't want to hear her crying all night. "Fine, but just tonight! Feel lucky, you get to sleep with the Prince of Saiyans," "You make it sound dirty," she said. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Be quiet and go to sleep!" she hid her head in his chest, hiding her red face. Vegeta chuckled, 'She wants me,'
Yay! I'm through with this chapter! Phew, it's like 2:00 A.M! I decided at about 12:00 that I was going to do this chapter so that I wouldn't have to tomorrow! Next chapter, I can't tell you what happens cuz it'll give it away. See ya'll next chapter folks! Peace out!
Veggie-Trunks
Hi ppl. Finally got around to writing this chapter. In this chapter, it's Saturday. Bulma's going out on a date later on but you'll see some things happening before that. REVIEW FOR KAMI'S SAKE! As always, enjoy!
I Can't Believe Him!
Vegeta stepped out of the shower at 2:37, to be exact. He had just got threw training all night and the whole morning so he decided to take a break to eat and stuff. He threw his clothes on and stepped out to the main part of the room. Pa was sitting by the wall near a huge 25x by 25x inch cage. "Uncle Vegeta, Uncle Vegeta! Look what I diwde!" 'Why did that woman get her those damn things?!' he thought, walking over. "What, child?"
"I made them rooms!" "That's nice," Vegeta said, half listening. "What are those things again?" "Gewbils." Pan had a white one and brown one. "You know what thewe names awe?" "I don't know…Salt and Pepper?" Vegeta's too much. "How did youwe knowe?" "I don't know. I'm psychic, perhaps?" Vegeta couldn't stand those things.
They made a lot of noise and they smelled. Vegeta knew this from experience since they've had them for about three days. "See, hewe's the kitchen, that has the food and watewe. The living woom with a TV." "Your gerbils…watch TV?" Pan nodded. "And what do they watch, exactly?" "Animal Pwanet and the Discovewy channel," "Really?" Vegeta was ready to bust out laughing but didn't. "Hmm hmmm! And thewe's the bathwoom. Well, they don't weally use it. They use it everywhewe BUT the bathwoom, in fact."
"That's nice," Vegeta was ready to leave. "And hewe's the den, and hewe's the two bedwooms and-" "Why do they need two bedwo- I mean rooms?" "Because they wewe having sex and gewbils don't do that til theywe mawied," she whispered like she didn't want the gerbils to hear. Vegeta did a double take. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, see. Pepper stawted stomping his feet and Salt stawted running awound the bedwoom and he started chasing her and when she got tired, she decided to give it up so she put her butt up and Pepper stuck his-" "Ok, ok. That's quite enough information right there. Let me go speak to the woman for a moment," Vegeta shook his head, walking out the door.
He could not believe what he just heard. 'Gave it up?! What channels is she watching on that TV?!' he ran into Bulma in the hall way as she was on her way to go to her parent's room to see her dad. "Woman, can I ask you something?" "The name's Bulma, by the way. What you want?" Vegeta didn't know how to ask. "Did…you know one of those rodents was male?"
"What? Really? Gosh, I though they were two girls. How did you know?" she asked. Vegeta tried not to laugh. "The brat told me," "How did she know?" "She said she had to make two rooms because they kept having sex and gerbils aren't suppose to until they're married." Bulma stated laughing. "She didn't!" "Oh, yes she did. And she told me how they did it with much detail."
Bulma was in hysterics. "What did she say?!" "I'd rather not repeat it but if you really want to hear it, hear goes. She said the male starts stomping his feet and chases the girl around. Then, she gets tired and decides to 'give it up' so she sticks her butt up and he sticks his- that's where I cut her off." Bulma looked like she was dying of laughter.
"Are you still breathing?" he asked. Bulma did her best to regain control of herself. "You're lying! She said that!" "Yes. It wasn't that bad until she said something about giving it up. What the hell is she watching on that TV?" "I don't know!" she managed to say between laughs. "She said those things watch Animal Planet and the Discovery Channel. They are…"
"Oh no! No wonder! The Discovery channels talking about it all the time! I'll get pepper spaded later, Vegeta. I got to tell mom this!" she laughed, continuing on her way. Vegeta watched her go. 'She has a nice walk- Vegeta, get a hold of yourself. That's a human, you're getting desperate!' "Uncle Vegeta!" Pan called.
He walked back in the room. "What?" "See, they'we being naughty again!" she pointed. "Um…that's interesting. Let's go eat lunch," he grabbed her up, doing his best not to look in the cage, and hurried out the room. 'We have to get rid of those things, they're poisoning her mind!' "But Uncle Vegeta, I have to stop them!" she said, wiggling in his grasp.
"Don't worry about it. Let's just go," "Fine, but if they have babies, they're going to do it and stawte mutipwiying and soon, I'm going to have to get anothewe cage and anothewe and anothewe until we won't be able to walk in thewe anymowe. Aftewe she has her babies, she gets pwegant again wight aftewe!" Pan warned. "This isn't exactly something I want to hear right now," he said, walking in the kitchen.
Later on that night…
"Where is that bastard at?!" Bulma cursed, looking at her watch. "(Beep Beep!) "About time! I'm gone mom, bye!" "Bye dear!" Bulma ran out to Yamcha's car and got in. "What took you so long?! "You were suppose to be hear at 7:30, it's nearly 9:00!" "Sorry, Bulma. I was…busy doing something. Don't worry about it." 'Well, at least I'm not lying,' he thought, pulling out the driveway.
"So, where are we going?" she asked. "The restaurant down the street here, they say it's really romantic," he said. She noticed he was acting a little weird. "Something wrong?" she asked. "No…just fine. How can something be wrong when I'm near you?" "Oh, Yamcha, stop it," she blushed. "It's true. Look, we're here," he said, changing the subject. He went to Bulma's side and opened the door for her. "Thank you," she got out. "You're welcome," he checked out her mini dress that went up to her thighs.
'Oh yeah, I'm going to have her tonight,' he thought. "Come on, Yamcha," she took his hand. "Sure, babe, I just couldn't help but notice how beautiful you look," Yamcha was a regular sweet talker; too bad he wasn't as good as that as having a good relationship. "Hello, sir. Do you have a reservation?" she man at the desk asked.
"Yes, yes. The name's Yamcha (Does he have a last name?!) "Ah, yes! Right this way, sir," he led them to a nice little table with candles lit. "Here's your table and here's your menu's. What would you like to drink?" "White wine," Bulma said, sitting down in the chair Yamcha pulled out for her. "And you sir?" "Oh, same thing."
"Ok. I'll be back with your drinks and to take your order," the waiter left to go retrieve their drinks. Yamcha sat down. "This is a beautiful restaurant, Yamcha," she said, looking around. "Not as beautiful as you," he really needs to quit while he's ahead, if you ask me. "Oh, Yamcha!" Yamcha was looking Bulma's way when he saw somebody glare at him, then storm out the front door. "Um, Bulma…I'll be right back," he got up. "Wait, you have to order," "Just get me whatever you get," he left. "Ugh! I swear!"
15 minutes later…
"I'm going to go find him!" she threw her handkerchief down and walked out the front door. What she saw ruined her whole night. There Yamcha was, making excuses to some bimbo for why he was here with her, and kissing her! "YAMCHA!!!!" Bulma yelled. Yamcha jumped. "B-Bulma, I can ex-" he didn't even have enough time to say something cause she was already storming off down the street, digging for her capsule car.
"Bulma, wait!" Yamcha sighed as he watched her go. "Don't worry about her Yamcha, she's not good enough for you. You want me to make you feel better?" she winked. "Ok, I guess," they got in his car and can you guess where they were headed? Tears started running down Bulma's eyes. 'I can believe him!' she threw the capsule, got in the car, and left to go home.
When she arrived, she went right up to her room. She was so upset, she didn't even bother to close the door. She just laid down on her bed and cried silently. Vegeta happened to have just gotten out the shower (again!) and putting Pan to bed and was walking by, coming from the kitchen after getting a snack when she spotted him. "Vegeta," she sniffed.
He looked in. 'Oh Kami, do these human women always have to be so emotional?!' "What?" She scooted over and patted the bed where she wanted him to sit. "You want me to lay in here with you?" he raised an eyebrow. "Yes, if you don't mind. I want to talk," she wiped a tear away. "Well, I do mind but you'll never let me live another peaceful day if I don't so I guess I might as well."
He came in and closed the door. Then, went over and laid down by her. She got closer, putting her arm across his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. Vegeta was a little surprised. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Getting comfortable. Those muscles of yours aren't just good for fighting, you know; they're pretty comfortable."
"Yeah…" 'She's gone insane,' he was sure of it. Whatever the human did really got to her this time. "So what did the human do this time?" "What does that mean? How do you know I'm not sad about something else?" "Woman, I may not be from this planet but I can read you humans like a book sometimes." "I'm appalled! I can't believe you think my whole life is revolved around Yamcha! I don't care what he does, frankly!"
"Another woman, eh?" "Yeah," she admitted. "Why does he do it?! I don't understand!" she got a tissue from the half dresser by her bed and blew her nose. 'Does she have to do that over me?' Vegeta would rather not get snot all over him. "I told you he had other women, you're the one who wouldn't listen," "I didn't ask you in here so you could make me feel bad, you know!"
"Fine. Look, forget, move on. Do you see why I don't get caught up and that bull now?" "It's not bull. You just have to find your soul mate. Everone has a soul mate. Love is the greatest thing you could have," she said. "Really? Could of fooled me," he snorted. She giggled. "I don't even know why I try explaining things to you."
"You have nothing better to do," "Oh shut up!" she hit him. "Watch it woman! I didn't come in here to be abused. If I wanted that, I'd wish my father back," Vegeta hated his father. "Your father beat you?" "How do you think I got this way? I never had a childhood or a father or friends. The only people I came in contact with was either my father or somebody else that was going to beat me senseless."
"What? Were all children treated like that on Vegeta-sei?" she wanted to know more about him, about why he was the way he was. "No, just me. Then after my dad, I went straight to Frieza, who wasn't any different except now I was forced to blow even more planets up and that time, I either did it or died. That's just the beginning! If you can beat just that, I'll serve you for a whole week!"
Bulma realized something while he talked. She didn't only realize why he wasn't used to having any kind of relationship with people, but that he trusted her. She remembered what her mother told her. She smiled. "What? Are you enjoying hearing about how I went through hell?" "Oh, no! I was just thinking," "Well, there's a change," he smirked.
"Hey!" she laughed. "I see you're not wetting my shirt up anymore," "Nope. You know, you're not that bad, Vegeta," she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're just full of surprises tonight. What was that for?" "Just my way of saying thanks," she said. "Whatever. I'm leaving now," "Nooooooo!! Stay, you're already comfortable!" she cuddled closer to him.
"Woman, I do not intend to stay in here," he said. "Please, Veggie-chan? I'll start crying if you do," That was enough to make Vegeta stay; he didn't want to hear her crying all night. "Fine, but just tonight! Feel lucky, you get to sleep with the Prince of Saiyans," "You make it sound dirty," she said. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Be quiet and go to sleep!" she hid her head in his chest, hiding her red face. Vegeta chuckled, 'She wants me,'
Yay! I'm through with this chapter! Phew, it's like 2:00 A.M! I decided at about 12:00 that I was going to do this chapter so that I wouldn't have to tomorrow! Next chapter, I can't tell you what happens cuz it'll give it away. See ya'll next chapter folks! Peace out!
Veggie-Trunks