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Last time:
"GET OUT OF HERE!!"
And then the door slammed.
Outside Dr. Breifs leaned against the door and Bunny was panting, her eyes open for once, hands on knees. Then she smiled, eyes closed, and said - happily - "I'm going to get a grandchild!"
Yes, you are! But let's continue:
Bulma sighed, her head falling back onto the pillow. "Isn't this just great? The mood got ruined!" she whined.
Vegeta frowned. If Bulma wasn't willing anymore, then he doubted she was going to be with her parents here. "They said they'd be gone a few extra days. What are they doing here NOW?!" he growled.
Bulma thought about that. It *was* true - they weren't supposed to be back yet. Vegeta had told her so when she became concerned. "On a good note, at least you won't have to worry about my cooking anymore!"
Vegeta's frown seemed to deepen. He sighed, laying his head next to hers and said, "It's not THAT bad. I just happen to like getting on your nerves, onna."
"Nani? And here I thought I sucked at cooking."
"You do. You're just not as bad as I say."
"How 'not bad' am I?" Bulma asked, feeling an arguement coming on.
Vegeta hesitated. Last thing he needed was for the woman to start yelling at him and make him leave. Not that he didn't have reasons to leave - he just didn't WANT to. "Almost as good as your mother's."
"On a scale of one to ten, one being how bad you say I was and ten being mom's. Go ahead - you know I can't kill you."
(Scales!) Vegeta knew he lost now. To be perfectly honest, she'd be a four. And Bulma probably - no, she *did* - want to hear that she was at the very least a seven. And since any other answer except an eight would get him thrown out, he dicided to just get it out with. "Four - at the very least."
Next thing he knew he'd been shoved onto the floor. "I suppose that's not much better than how BAD you say I WAS, isn't it?!!" she shouted. As Vegeta stood back up and tried vainly to get back on her good side, she went around picking up clothing. When she encountered his shorts, she just looked at them a moment. Vegeta was behind her, and she knew it. Another second and they hit him in the face.
"OUT!!!" She thrust her arm towards the door. Before Vegeta had much time to do anything more than pull them off his face, he was being shoved out her door. Being two paces from it didn't help much, either.
The door shut only a second after Vegeta had the shorts covering his nethers. He glanced sharply at Bunny and the Dr., who were looking somewhat shocked. "WHAT?!!" he shouted, and both looked away.
After growling Vegeta went to his own room, slamming the door so hard it broke and fell towards him. "FUCK!!!"
Another minute of fuming followed before Vegeta got his shorts on and had another shirt. He thrust his gloves and boots on before leaving for the GR. Bunny hadn't moved from her spot, and Vegeta stopped only to give her an order. "You have ONE HOUR to make something."
And then he was gone.
Bunny blinked - well, maybe - and went downstairs, starting with breakfast without letting her good spirits be tarnished.
She was humming happily when Dr. Breifs entered the kitchen and decided on making breakfast just for himself. Bulma was throwing things about in her room, making crashes heard.
Wanting to break the silence, Dr. spoke. "I sppose we can rule out what that worker thought. Bulma's not being murdered or tortured. In fact, it looks as though she has the upper hand."
"Oh, yes, dear. Silly worker. What did he say his name was again?"
"Yam - " Dr. Breifs [A/N: Screw this. I'm just going to call him Bob from now on. Bob, Bunny and Bulma. Least it fits.] Bob stopped there, realizing just who it was that made all those calls. Looks like the jealous ex strikes again, huh?
Bunny looked at Bob, getting the same thought. (But why would Yamcha call us to get back? Wouldn't he ask Goku first, if he thought Bulma was being tortured?)
~*~ Son House, previous day ~*~
"Are you sure that there isn't anything wrong? I mean, come on, Goku - "
"I promise you, Yamcha. There is nothing to be worried about. Everything's fine!"
Another minute went by, Yamcha trying to realize how right Goku was. After all, if Bulma was doing something else, it shouldn't be his business - they'd broken up. He still didn't know why, but maybe that could come clear. "Alright, Goku. I believe you."
Yamcha turned to leave, but after getting just a feet dozen he looked back. "But I still think you're hiding something!"
Goku laughed, lifting his arm to behind his head and doing that oh-so- famous grin. "See you later, Yamcha!" He waved good-bye.
Yamcha sighed. Stupid man. He flew off, back to his apartment.
On the ground, Goku sighed. He then felt something like Vegeta's power raising. (Trying to flag me down? It does seem to be centered around me. . . I'm supposed to come over at two, but that's not for a while. Oh, well.) "Hey Chichi," he called, going into the kitchen. "I'm going to see Vegeta!"
"Wait a minute, Goku - " but he was already gone. Chichi growled, breaking the plate she was washing in half. "Damnit!" she cursed.
~*~ Present time, C.C. ~*~
Bunny laughed cheerfully. "Don't be silly, Dear! Yammie-kins wouldn't ever get *that* jealous over Bulma! She's told him numerous times not to!"
"Remember, dear, that a man will always be protective over his significant other, no matter how many times she's told him not to." To further prove his point, Bob [A/N: *snicker*!] went up to Bunny and put his arms around her from behind. He kissed her shoulder and Bunny giggled.
A shudder told them they were being watched.
Bob turned around and saw Bulma, dressed in red jeans and a yellow top, her hair in a ponytail that matched her jeans, standing with a disgusted look on her face. "Keep it to yourselves, people. I'll keep it to myself as well."
The hour Vegeta had given Bunny to make the food went by quicker than anyone would have imagined, and then Bob and Bunny retired to their room.
Bulma was eating her *tiny* portion when Vegeta came in and sat down. Both of them ignored each other for the time being, and when Bulma had finished, she left without a word to her Sayain companion, lover, and now mate.
But Vegeta wasn't going to let her off that easily.
He caught her by the waist at the doorway, standing in front of her. Bulma just glared at the shorter man. "What? No snide remarks? No 'Baka Monkey'? No insignificant prick?"
"No," was Bulma's own answer. She didn't understand it, but she wanted some distance from him, and she didn't want to speak to him.
(Then don't, onna.)
Bulma nearly jumped. That was Vegeta's voice, but in her head!
(That's all part of the bond. Pretty soon you're going to start getting my memories, like I will yours. Mind-talk is a quickly-developed one.)
(One what?) "One what?" Bulma asked, not even realizing Vegeta had heard her thought as well.
He smirked. "You don't have to repeat yourself. I heard you the first time." (One of the links between us. Our memories is another, and our feelings the last.)
"You mean. . . I'm going to get your memories, be able to read your mind, and feel your emotions?" When Vegeta nodded she through herself back, violently. Bracing herself against the table, she spoke again. "I don't want this! Is there any way to take it back?"
Vegeta resisted the urge to laugh at her stupid question. "No. No way to take it back. I told you it was permanent. You knew that."
Bulma flipped. She started screaming about how she *didn't* know and he tricked her and how the last thing she wanted was Vegeta's memories and there were things she didn't want him to know about herslef and so on.
Vegeta was growing more concerned with each passing second for her safety - both physically and mentally - and was trying to grab her before she starting really losing it.
Bulma screamed at him, no words, just a scream, and bolted form the room. Vegeta chased after her, hoping to catch her. With his speed, it wouldn't have been a problem - normally. But Bulma's distress gave her extra speed and she knew C.C. better than he did.
She eluded him, taking twists and turns and disappearing through doors and around corners, plus she had a head start.
Before he knew which of the four doors she went through he heard a door upstairs close - silently - and spoke to his mate through their link.
(Bulma, stop running. I can't help you through this if you run away from me!) As he spoke, trying to calm her, he went where he knew she was - her room. It was her sanctuary. (Let me help you!)
(No!!) Her sharp remark bit at him, startling him. How could she deny his help, when he was the only one who could help?
(Onna, listen to me - )
(You shut up! This is all your fault!! KAMI-DAMNED FUCKING SON OF A BITCH COCK SUCKING FUCKING - ) the rest of the stream of curses followed that suit, as Bulma's anger, fear, confusion and even hurt poured out onto the Prince of the Sayains. And it *hurt*.
Never before had Vegeta felt emotional pain like this, the type that was so strong it manifested as physical pain, tearing his heart apart and stabbing at his stomach. (Kami, what did I do to you?!)
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WOW!!! Bulma's seriously freaked! How will the couple get through this one? Read and find out in the next chapter! And as always, review, review, review! For those of you in the darkened corners *Shines flashlight at them* REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
And that is an order from Vegeta himself. *Lifts a hand-held mask of Vegeta's face over my own with the mouth cut out*
*Voice deepens* I order you to review!
Last time:
"GET OUT OF HERE!!"
And then the door slammed.
Outside Dr. Breifs leaned against the door and Bunny was panting, her eyes open for once, hands on knees. Then she smiled, eyes closed, and said - happily - "I'm going to get a grandchild!"
Yes, you are! But let's continue:
Bulma sighed, her head falling back onto the pillow. "Isn't this just great? The mood got ruined!" she whined.
Vegeta frowned. If Bulma wasn't willing anymore, then he doubted she was going to be with her parents here. "They said they'd be gone a few extra days. What are they doing here NOW?!" he growled.
Bulma thought about that. It *was* true - they weren't supposed to be back yet. Vegeta had told her so when she became concerned. "On a good note, at least you won't have to worry about my cooking anymore!"
Vegeta's frown seemed to deepen. He sighed, laying his head next to hers and said, "It's not THAT bad. I just happen to like getting on your nerves, onna."
"Nani? And here I thought I sucked at cooking."
"You do. You're just not as bad as I say."
"How 'not bad' am I?" Bulma asked, feeling an arguement coming on.
Vegeta hesitated. Last thing he needed was for the woman to start yelling at him and make him leave. Not that he didn't have reasons to leave - he just didn't WANT to. "Almost as good as your mother's."
"On a scale of one to ten, one being how bad you say I was and ten being mom's. Go ahead - you know I can't kill you."
(Scales!) Vegeta knew he lost now. To be perfectly honest, she'd be a four. And Bulma probably - no, she *did* - want to hear that she was at the very least a seven. And since any other answer except an eight would get him thrown out, he dicided to just get it out with. "Four - at the very least."
Next thing he knew he'd been shoved onto the floor. "I suppose that's not much better than how BAD you say I WAS, isn't it?!!" she shouted. As Vegeta stood back up and tried vainly to get back on her good side, she went around picking up clothing. When she encountered his shorts, she just looked at them a moment. Vegeta was behind her, and she knew it. Another second and they hit him in the face.
"OUT!!!" She thrust her arm towards the door. Before Vegeta had much time to do anything more than pull them off his face, he was being shoved out her door. Being two paces from it didn't help much, either.
The door shut only a second after Vegeta had the shorts covering his nethers. He glanced sharply at Bunny and the Dr., who were looking somewhat shocked. "WHAT?!!" he shouted, and both looked away.
After growling Vegeta went to his own room, slamming the door so hard it broke and fell towards him. "FUCK!!!"
Another minute of fuming followed before Vegeta got his shorts on and had another shirt. He thrust his gloves and boots on before leaving for the GR. Bunny hadn't moved from her spot, and Vegeta stopped only to give her an order. "You have ONE HOUR to make something."
And then he was gone.
Bunny blinked - well, maybe - and went downstairs, starting with breakfast without letting her good spirits be tarnished.
She was humming happily when Dr. Breifs entered the kitchen and decided on making breakfast just for himself. Bulma was throwing things about in her room, making crashes heard.
Wanting to break the silence, Dr. spoke. "I sppose we can rule out what that worker thought. Bulma's not being murdered or tortured. In fact, it looks as though she has the upper hand."
"Oh, yes, dear. Silly worker. What did he say his name was again?"
"Yam - " Dr. Breifs [A/N: Screw this. I'm just going to call him Bob from now on. Bob, Bunny and Bulma. Least it fits.] Bob stopped there, realizing just who it was that made all those calls. Looks like the jealous ex strikes again, huh?
Bunny looked at Bob, getting the same thought. (But why would Yamcha call us to get back? Wouldn't he ask Goku first, if he thought Bulma was being tortured?)
~*~ Son House, previous day ~*~
"Are you sure that there isn't anything wrong? I mean, come on, Goku - "
"I promise you, Yamcha. There is nothing to be worried about. Everything's fine!"
Another minute went by, Yamcha trying to realize how right Goku was. After all, if Bulma was doing something else, it shouldn't be his business - they'd broken up. He still didn't know why, but maybe that could come clear. "Alright, Goku. I believe you."
Yamcha turned to leave, but after getting just a feet dozen he looked back. "But I still think you're hiding something!"
Goku laughed, lifting his arm to behind his head and doing that oh-so- famous grin. "See you later, Yamcha!" He waved good-bye.
Yamcha sighed. Stupid man. He flew off, back to his apartment.
On the ground, Goku sighed. He then felt something like Vegeta's power raising. (Trying to flag me down? It does seem to be centered around me. . . I'm supposed to come over at two, but that's not for a while. Oh, well.) "Hey Chichi," he called, going into the kitchen. "I'm going to see Vegeta!"
"Wait a minute, Goku - " but he was already gone. Chichi growled, breaking the plate she was washing in half. "Damnit!" she cursed.
~*~ Present time, C.C. ~*~
Bunny laughed cheerfully. "Don't be silly, Dear! Yammie-kins wouldn't ever get *that* jealous over Bulma! She's told him numerous times not to!"
"Remember, dear, that a man will always be protective over his significant other, no matter how many times she's told him not to." To further prove his point, Bob [A/N: *snicker*!] went up to Bunny and put his arms around her from behind. He kissed her shoulder and Bunny giggled.
A shudder told them they were being watched.
Bob turned around and saw Bulma, dressed in red jeans and a yellow top, her hair in a ponytail that matched her jeans, standing with a disgusted look on her face. "Keep it to yourselves, people. I'll keep it to myself as well."
The hour Vegeta had given Bunny to make the food went by quicker than anyone would have imagined, and then Bob and Bunny retired to their room.
Bulma was eating her *tiny* portion when Vegeta came in and sat down. Both of them ignored each other for the time being, and when Bulma had finished, she left without a word to her Sayain companion, lover, and now mate.
But Vegeta wasn't going to let her off that easily.
He caught her by the waist at the doorway, standing in front of her. Bulma just glared at the shorter man. "What? No snide remarks? No 'Baka Monkey'? No insignificant prick?"
"No," was Bulma's own answer. She didn't understand it, but she wanted some distance from him, and she didn't want to speak to him.
(Then don't, onna.)
Bulma nearly jumped. That was Vegeta's voice, but in her head!
(That's all part of the bond. Pretty soon you're going to start getting my memories, like I will yours. Mind-talk is a quickly-developed one.)
(One what?) "One what?" Bulma asked, not even realizing Vegeta had heard her thought as well.
He smirked. "You don't have to repeat yourself. I heard you the first time." (One of the links between us. Our memories is another, and our feelings the last.)
"You mean. . . I'm going to get your memories, be able to read your mind, and feel your emotions?" When Vegeta nodded she through herself back, violently. Bracing herself against the table, she spoke again. "I don't want this! Is there any way to take it back?"
Vegeta resisted the urge to laugh at her stupid question. "No. No way to take it back. I told you it was permanent. You knew that."
Bulma flipped. She started screaming about how she *didn't* know and he tricked her and how the last thing she wanted was Vegeta's memories and there were things she didn't want him to know about herslef and so on.
Vegeta was growing more concerned with each passing second for her safety - both physically and mentally - and was trying to grab her before she starting really losing it.
Bulma screamed at him, no words, just a scream, and bolted form the room. Vegeta chased after her, hoping to catch her. With his speed, it wouldn't have been a problem - normally. But Bulma's distress gave her extra speed and she knew C.C. better than he did.
She eluded him, taking twists and turns and disappearing through doors and around corners, plus she had a head start.
Before he knew which of the four doors she went through he heard a door upstairs close - silently - and spoke to his mate through their link.
(Bulma, stop running. I can't help you through this if you run away from me!) As he spoke, trying to calm her, he went where he knew she was - her room. It was her sanctuary. (Let me help you!)
(No!!) Her sharp remark bit at him, startling him. How could she deny his help, when he was the only one who could help?
(Onna, listen to me - )
(You shut up! This is all your fault!! KAMI-DAMNED FUCKING SON OF A BITCH COCK SUCKING FUCKING - ) the rest of the stream of curses followed that suit, as Bulma's anger, fear, confusion and even hurt poured out onto the Prince of the Sayains. And it *hurt*.
Never before had Vegeta felt emotional pain like this, the type that was so strong it manifested as physical pain, tearing his heart apart and stabbing at his stomach. (Kami, what did I do to you?!)
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WOW!!! Bulma's seriously freaked! How will the couple get through this one? Read and find out in the next chapter! And as always, review, review, review! For those of you in the darkened corners *Shines flashlight at them* REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
And that is an order from Vegeta himself. *Lifts a hand-held mask of Vegeta's face over my own with the mouth cut out*
*Voice deepens* I order you to review!