DBZ? No, I don't own it. Sorry!
A/N: In a review I was told I write short chapters. (Sorta) I personally don't think so, and to that individual person, check out my Inuyasha 'Transformations' story sometime. I don't think I've EVER written a short fic.
First Person POV
Last time:
As much as that would have appealed to me a year ago, or even half a year, that's not what I want now. I WANT her to be comfortable around me, as much as I'd like to deny it. I WANT her to be able to verbally fight with me, pushing the limits constantly. I WANT her. . . . .
Continuing on . . . :
I tossed and turned for most of the night. I couldn't get the object of my desire out of my head. It was enough to drive a normal person mad! How could MY object of desire be someone of a different race? And so *different* from me, it almost seemed impossible that person could *ever* want me back.
I didn't know what to do.
I was lost.
And most of all, I think I scared my object of desire away. . .
It was obvious that my desire didn't want me back; I've been told so uncountable times. And I've always said I'd never want that person back - never, in all my life, would I think I'd go back on what I said.
But, this was a very special case. My desire did things to me - made me think I loved my desire, made me act against what I said, made me hot with want. Did my desire know this as well?
~ Across town [You want to kill me *slowly* don't you, for not telling who or where?] ~
I couldn't get to sleep! I rolled and tossed, moaned and whined, but I just couldn't get that person out of my head! I didn't want the person to be there; I wanted that desire out so I could just *go to sleep*!!
But that object of desire - maybe even love - was still dancing in my head. For the love of Kami, my mind shouted, get out and let me go to sleep!!
But there was my love, teasing me with my love's presence, eyes begging me to run across town just to be there and hold my desire close, never letting go. My love asked me to come, asked me to be there.
(No! I can't!)
'Why not, love? Don't you want me?'
(Yes, oh, Kami, yes! But I can't! It - it wouldn't be right!)
'Come to me, love! I want you as you want me, and you know it!'
(Then why don't *you* come to *me*?)
'I'm waiting,' my love's voice whispered, and disappeared into the mist my mind created.
I was shocked to find my love was gone. I ran for it, trying to catch that one desire I couldn't see myself without any longer, but my love. . . was gone. . .
~Across town again, Chichi's house~
Goku's eyes opened with a flash. "Hey, Chichi?"
She moaned and lightly rolled into her husband. "What is it? Why aren't you asleep?" A yawn stifled her next comment. "I thought you wore yourself out?" she sighed.
"Not me, you. And something's up." He ran his fingers through Chichi's hair, something he knew she loved so much she'd wake up instantly from it and practically pounce on him, reenergized.
"Something's up," she slightly gasped. The effects were already taking place. "Like what?" she whispered, having to force herself to think.
Goku smiled at his weak/strong power over her. "I'm not so sure, but I know it has to do with Bulma and Vegeta. I think they're finally finding each other."
"Finding each other?" Chichi sat up and straddled her lover's waist. "Did you plan this?"
"Who, me?' Goku laughed, placing his hands on her hips. "Nope. I just knew that they were going to get together, and now I'm sure they're starting already."
"Wait just a minute, buster!" [Tee hee! I love using that word! =^_^=] Chichi looked him in the eye. "How would YOU know something like that?"
"Well, opposites attract, and not only are they exact opposites, but they're exactly alike. It only makes sense."
"To you," she replied, pinching his nose because she knew he hated it. He slapped her hand away. "You're telling less than you know," she said, turning her head to raise one brow at him.
"I swear! I just figured it out! There's nothing else!" He smiled that oh- so-famous smile and laughed nervously.
"Don't you give me that!" she snapped. "I know that look, laugh, and you. You know something and you're not telling!"
Goku laughed playfully this time and flipped them over, placing little kisses all along Chichi's neck.
She protested at first, but the sounds soon turned themselves into soft sighs and, like Goku had wanted, forgot about the whole issue. Instead, she let Goku again prove how much he meant to her, she meant to him, and how much they loved each other.
[A/N: for those of you who wanted me to go into detail, sorry, but this is a Vegeta/Bulma story. I can't let Goku/Chichi in to spoil it. Sorry again, but if you must know, Goku DOES know how to please a lady. He's rather good at it! 'o_~]
~ Yamcha's place - where ever THAT is ~
He sighed looking up at the stars. Goku had said something about not expecting Bulma to want him around much longer after Vegeta moved in, that she would get caught up in the things he demanded [Wink wink] but not to purposely cut it off. He'd said enough, though. The boy from the future had a big part to do with Bulma and Vegeta, though he didn't say what, and now Yamcha was starting to get a real clue.
Vegeta had taken care of her, she said, when she needed it. Vegeta had said, in essence, said he slept with her. Now his mind was starting to make so many u-turns that he was getting dizzy.
Yamcha had finally decided to just ask straight out. Bulma's answer had confused him, at first, but then made sense. Vegeta always DID love being a pain and a headache. Well, Yamcha seemed to be the one he zeroed in on most. Well, besides Bulma, but she lived with him. That was inevitable.
He hadn't planned on asking her anything else, but once he had, they straightened everything out. Why they broke up, who did or said what, who felt what and for whom, it just all came out. He did feel better now, don't get that wrong, but he still didn't see why Bulma had to choose some lowlife like Vegeta.
Well, if she did, then she obviously didn't think of him that way. After all, she probably saw him as the Prince she always wished for: strong, proud, protective, might even be charming if he put his mind to it, rebellious, and passionate, if only about training.
That was the type of man she wanted, right? Someone who fit at least a few of those qualifications?
Well, Vegeta had them all covered, maybe even more. The only thing that troubled was that, maybe if they did get together, Vegeta might prove to be more than she could control, and if they argued too bad if she got pregnant, then what? Would she drive him over the line, would he kill her?
Yamcha didn't want to think about that, or even that far ahead. He had to admit, those two would make one really interesting couple, but would they survive each other?
"Yamcha, quit staring at the stars," a voice whined from his bed. "Come back to bed."
He couldn't hold back a smile. At least Bulma had cured him of his fear of women. Now he could enjoy them, not just run away scared.
~ Hospital ~
"Stupid. . . damned. . . thing! . ." I grunted, in time with my words slapping a computer that had been moved into my room. I was doing research on my cut, trying to remember all the ingredients in that virus cure/in progress that happened to get into my blood.
It had an amazing effect on blood, which I noted. It made the blood become hotter, which allowed it to carry more oxygen and move quicker.
However, that wasn't necessarily a *good* thing. For one who wasn't very active, like she was, it would only group up in the spot of initial entrance and multiply, causing to host to feel pain, get a heavy fever, and often pass out.
I noted all of this. This wasn't how I had planned to test it, but it was just as good as some rabbit. Those things hopped around so much it would be impossible to know about the side effects in under-active people. I had turned out to be the perfect test animal, so to speak.
I got so wrapped up in my notes that I didn't even notice someone was standing behind me, reading what I wrote.
"So," a deep voice said, causing me to squeak and spin around, "if you were to get more active, it would go away?"
"In essence, yes, it would," I said calmly at the figure in front of me. "However, I don't do active things, especially not lately."
"Are you trying to get fat?"
"WHAT?!" I stood up, wincing at the pain in my leg but ignoring it. "Why would you say something like that?! You, of all people, should very well by now that - "
Lips on mine silenced me. I stretched my eyes as wide as they could go, unable to believe that this . . . *thing* was kissing me!
"You talk too much?" he finished as he drew back. He smirked at my loss for words.
"Just what the Hell was that?!" I screamed.
Yay! Chapter eight, finally here! *Sigh* I know you guys are probably really mad that I didn't get this updated as soon as I promised, but what - one extra week, wasn't SO long to wait, was it? And I thought that this was pretty good!
But, I don't care what I think. I care what *you* think. So, why don't you press that cute little button down there and review? And while you're at it, why not make me very very very very very very very happy and add me to one of your favorites?
*Sigh* I know, I'm asking a bit much. You don't have to, I just *sniffle* I feel so LOVED when people add me to their favorites'!
A/N: In a review I was told I write short chapters. (Sorta) I personally don't think so, and to that individual person, check out my Inuyasha 'Transformations' story sometime. I don't think I've EVER written a short fic.
First Person POV
Last time:
As much as that would have appealed to me a year ago, or even half a year, that's not what I want now. I WANT her to be comfortable around me, as much as I'd like to deny it. I WANT her to be able to verbally fight with me, pushing the limits constantly. I WANT her. . . . .
Continuing on . . . :
I tossed and turned for most of the night. I couldn't get the object of my desire out of my head. It was enough to drive a normal person mad! How could MY object of desire be someone of a different race? And so *different* from me, it almost seemed impossible that person could *ever* want me back.
I didn't know what to do.
I was lost.
And most of all, I think I scared my object of desire away. . .
It was obvious that my desire didn't want me back; I've been told so uncountable times. And I've always said I'd never want that person back - never, in all my life, would I think I'd go back on what I said.
But, this was a very special case. My desire did things to me - made me think I loved my desire, made me act against what I said, made me hot with want. Did my desire know this as well?
~ Across town [You want to kill me *slowly* don't you, for not telling who or where?] ~
I couldn't get to sleep! I rolled and tossed, moaned and whined, but I just couldn't get that person out of my head! I didn't want the person to be there; I wanted that desire out so I could just *go to sleep*!!
But that object of desire - maybe even love - was still dancing in my head. For the love of Kami, my mind shouted, get out and let me go to sleep!!
But there was my love, teasing me with my love's presence, eyes begging me to run across town just to be there and hold my desire close, never letting go. My love asked me to come, asked me to be there.
(No! I can't!)
'Why not, love? Don't you want me?'
(Yes, oh, Kami, yes! But I can't! It - it wouldn't be right!)
'Come to me, love! I want you as you want me, and you know it!'
(Then why don't *you* come to *me*?)
'I'm waiting,' my love's voice whispered, and disappeared into the mist my mind created.
I was shocked to find my love was gone. I ran for it, trying to catch that one desire I couldn't see myself without any longer, but my love. . . was gone. . .
~Across town again, Chichi's house~
Goku's eyes opened with a flash. "Hey, Chichi?"
She moaned and lightly rolled into her husband. "What is it? Why aren't you asleep?" A yawn stifled her next comment. "I thought you wore yourself out?" she sighed.
"Not me, you. And something's up." He ran his fingers through Chichi's hair, something he knew she loved so much she'd wake up instantly from it and practically pounce on him, reenergized.
"Something's up," she slightly gasped. The effects were already taking place. "Like what?" she whispered, having to force herself to think.
Goku smiled at his weak/strong power over her. "I'm not so sure, but I know it has to do with Bulma and Vegeta. I think they're finally finding each other."
"Finding each other?" Chichi sat up and straddled her lover's waist. "Did you plan this?"
"Who, me?' Goku laughed, placing his hands on her hips. "Nope. I just knew that they were going to get together, and now I'm sure they're starting already."
"Wait just a minute, buster!" [Tee hee! I love using that word! =^_^=] Chichi looked him in the eye. "How would YOU know something like that?"
"Well, opposites attract, and not only are they exact opposites, but they're exactly alike. It only makes sense."
"To you," she replied, pinching his nose because she knew he hated it. He slapped her hand away. "You're telling less than you know," she said, turning her head to raise one brow at him.
"I swear! I just figured it out! There's nothing else!" He smiled that oh- so-famous smile and laughed nervously.
"Don't you give me that!" she snapped. "I know that look, laugh, and you. You know something and you're not telling!"
Goku laughed playfully this time and flipped them over, placing little kisses all along Chichi's neck.
She protested at first, but the sounds soon turned themselves into soft sighs and, like Goku had wanted, forgot about the whole issue. Instead, she let Goku again prove how much he meant to her, she meant to him, and how much they loved each other.
[A/N: for those of you who wanted me to go into detail, sorry, but this is a Vegeta/Bulma story. I can't let Goku/Chichi in to spoil it. Sorry again, but if you must know, Goku DOES know how to please a lady. He's rather good at it! 'o_~]
~ Yamcha's place - where ever THAT is ~
He sighed looking up at the stars. Goku had said something about not expecting Bulma to want him around much longer after Vegeta moved in, that she would get caught up in the things he demanded [Wink wink] but not to purposely cut it off. He'd said enough, though. The boy from the future had a big part to do with Bulma and Vegeta, though he didn't say what, and now Yamcha was starting to get a real clue.
Vegeta had taken care of her, she said, when she needed it. Vegeta had said, in essence, said he slept with her. Now his mind was starting to make so many u-turns that he was getting dizzy.
Yamcha had finally decided to just ask straight out. Bulma's answer had confused him, at first, but then made sense. Vegeta always DID love being a pain and a headache. Well, Yamcha seemed to be the one he zeroed in on most. Well, besides Bulma, but she lived with him. That was inevitable.
He hadn't planned on asking her anything else, but once he had, they straightened everything out. Why they broke up, who did or said what, who felt what and for whom, it just all came out. He did feel better now, don't get that wrong, but he still didn't see why Bulma had to choose some lowlife like Vegeta.
Well, if she did, then she obviously didn't think of him that way. After all, she probably saw him as the Prince she always wished for: strong, proud, protective, might even be charming if he put his mind to it, rebellious, and passionate, if only about training.
That was the type of man she wanted, right? Someone who fit at least a few of those qualifications?
Well, Vegeta had them all covered, maybe even more. The only thing that troubled was that, maybe if they did get together, Vegeta might prove to be more than she could control, and if they argued too bad if she got pregnant, then what? Would she drive him over the line, would he kill her?
Yamcha didn't want to think about that, or even that far ahead. He had to admit, those two would make one really interesting couple, but would they survive each other?
"Yamcha, quit staring at the stars," a voice whined from his bed. "Come back to bed."
He couldn't hold back a smile. At least Bulma had cured him of his fear of women. Now he could enjoy them, not just run away scared.
~ Hospital ~
"Stupid. . . damned. . . thing! . ." I grunted, in time with my words slapping a computer that had been moved into my room. I was doing research on my cut, trying to remember all the ingredients in that virus cure/in progress that happened to get into my blood.
It had an amazing effect on blood, which I noted. It made the blood become hotter, which allowed it to carry more oxygen and move quicker.
However, that wasn't necessarily a *good* thing. For one who wasn't very active, like she was, it would only group up in the spot of initial entrance and multiply, causing to host to feel pain, get a heavy fever, and often pass out.
I noted all of this. This wasn't how I had planned to test it, but it was just as good as some rabbit. Those things hopped around so much it would be impossible to know about the side effects in under-active people. I had turned out to be the perfect test animal, so to speak.
I got so wrapped up in my notes that I didn't even notice someone was standing behind me, reading what I wrote.
"So," a deep voice said, causing me to squeak and spin around, "if you were to get more active, it would go away?"
"In essence, yes, it would," I said calmly at the figure in front of me. "However, I don't do active things, especially not lately."
"Are you trying to get fat?"
"WHAT?!" I stood up, wincing at the pain in my leg but ignoring it. "Why would you say something like that?! You, of all people, should very well by now that - "
Lips on mine silenced me. I stretched my eyes as wide as they could go, unable to believe that this . . . *thing* was kissing me!
"You talk too much?" he finished as he drew back. He smirked at my loss for words.
"Just what the Hell was that?!" I screamed.
Yay! Chapter eight, finally here! *Sigh* I know you guys are probably really mad that I didn't get this updated as soon as I promised, but what - one extra week, wasn't SO long to wait, was it? And I thought that this was pretty good!
But, I don't care what I think. I care what *you* think. So, why don't you press that cute little button down there and review? And while you're at it, why not make me very very very very very very very happy and add me to one of your favorites?
*Sigh* I know, I'm asking a bit much. You don't have to, I just *sniffle* I feel so LOVED when people add me to their favorites'!