Chapter Five
Limits
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Vegeta stared down at the picture of he and Bulma when they had first met, they were only four and five at the time but it seemed they had grown attached at the hip rather quickly. He promised Buruma that he would never kiss another girl unless it was she, but, it seemed, his Buruma-chan was no more, she was replaced by Bulma the girl who seemed to hate him. He sighed as he placed the picture back in the drawer; he loved that picture. The picture of him and his Buruma-chan. In only there was some way for him to get his Buruma-chan back. Then he knew. He had to ask Mrs. Briefs for help. Even though she was a bit crazy and spontaneous...
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"I'd love to help you, dear. So what were you thinking about doing for Bulma?" Mrs. Briefs smiled, sipping a bit of her hot tea.
"Bulma doesn't want to be my friend because I couldn't protect her from the teasin' kids," Vegeta stated. "She told me she doesn't wanna get married anymore and doesn't wanna give me kisses."
"I see. How does that make you feel?" she asked him, again sipping her tea.
"Makes me angry and sad. Then I saw her the other day with this kid from school and she kissed him," he said angrily. "It made me so angry my nails made my hands bleed."
"Are you okay?"
"My hands are fine, my heart is what's hurt..." he sighed.
Mrs. Briefs gave a thoughtful sigh. She would have to tell Bulma that Vegeta couldn't protect her from every bully unless he locked her in a closet and never let her leave his sight. What to do? This was something she knew Vegeta would have to handle on his own but what should she suggest. They were only children after all.
"I have an idea, do you like to sing?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"I guess," he shrugged.
"Can you learn quickly?"
"Sure!"
"Okay, in two weeks you will have your Bulma back, but first you need to..."
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Vegeta stared down at Bulma as she grew increasingly attached to Yamcha, and he was forgotten. He felt left out again, but he would get his Buruma-chan back. He looked down at the CD in his hands, every song copyrighted but to each he had given credit to. He sighed raggedly, slowly walking to Bulma.
Bulma giggled her back toward Vegeta. Yamcha grinned until he saw Vegeta approaching them. Bulma turned around to see Vegeta walking slowly toward them, a CD in his hands, his face drawn.
"I made this for you," he put the CD on the white Little Tykes table.
"I don't accept gifts from boys anymore," Bulma huffed, slapping the CD to the ground.
Vegeta left it there.
"Unless it's Yamcha-chan," she grinned at Yamcha.
"Yamcha-chan...?" Vegeta muttered softly.
"That Yamcha to you!" Yamcha asserted.
Vegeta balled his fists together, he teeth ground simultaneously, making a sound similar to a mortar grinding things in a pestle. He growled as a plume of dirt began to rise from the ground. He stared down at his fists as he raised them level to his hips. White flames licked his calves, the searing flames rising to the tip of his flying hair. He was angry, he was beyond angry, he was pissed.
Bulma and Yamcha bolted as Vegeta's anger peaked; the blood flowing from his mouth was beginning to scare Bulma. She watched as his ears ruptured and began to bleed as well. Soon, his nose burst free with blood, as did his hands from his own nails digging into his flesh. Bulma watched as the white fire began to fade to yellow. Even Vegeta's hair began to turn a bright hue of gold. His eyes, oh wow, his eyes turned that one color. Turquoise or something. The yellow flame grew, turned white, then yellow again until it stayed that color.
Vegeta let out a terrible yell of pain, suffering, and hatred as the flame that surrounded him turned into a brilliant gold and stayed that way. The four bangs that had interrupted his sight at random, were reduced to one, that stayed a solid yellow, which would've amazed Vegeta had he been paying attention. The flame that surrounded Vegeta dispersed, the young boy falling to his knees in pain, never noticing the blood dripping from his face. He looked to his right, the CD lay there, in its case, unscathed. As for Bulma and Yamcha they had long since ran, staring at Vegeta with wide eyes of shock, even Bulma didn't know Saiyans possessed power of any sort, besides the occasional concentrated ball.
"Wow, he can protect me," Bulma said, her eyes wide, concern for Vegeta rising.
"Yeah...but..." Yamcha stuttered, "He coulda killed us..."
"He didn't, he didn't even break that CD next to him, he knows. He knows how to control it."
Bulma walked over to Vegeta despite the protests from Yamcha. Vegeta stayed on the ground, staring at the CD he worked so hard on. Bulma knelt next to him, taking the CD in her hands. He took note of his sloppy Kanji, and smiled.
"I like it," she smiled.
Vegeta huffed, and turned his head the other way, bring on a pulsing headache. He reached for he aching head with a grimace.
"You okay?" Bulma asked, reaching for him slowly.
"My head... and I think I'm bleeding..." he moaned softly.
"Yeah... I'ma go get mom and help you get all healed up..."
"Are you my Buruma-chan again?"
"I'll always be your Buruma-chan!" Bulma smiled, hugging him softly.
"Good..."
Vegeta passed out in her arms, a smile on his face. Bulma smiled worriedly. She had been so mean to her Saiyan protector, she could only hope he would forgive her.
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That's another chapter wrapped up. If anyone has questions, either drop it in a review with an e-mail address or sign in so I can find it.
POAS
Limits
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Vegeta stared down at the picture of he and Bulma when they had first met, they were only four and five at the time but it seemed they had grown attached at the hip rather quickly. He promised Buruma that he would never kiss another girl unless it was she, but, it seemed, his Buruma-chan was no more, she was replaced by Bulma the girl who seemed to hate him. He sighed as he placed the picture back in the drawer; he loved that picture. The picture of him and his Buruma-chan. In only there was some way for him to get his Buruma-chan back. Then he knew. He had to ask Mrs. Briefs for help. Even though she was a bit crazy and spontaneous...
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"I'd love to help you, dear. So what were you thinking about doing for Bulma?" Mrs. Briefs smiled, sipping a bit of her hot tea.
"Bulma doesn't want to be my friend because I couldn't protect her from the teasin' kids," Vegeta stated. "She told me she doesn't wanna get married anymore and doesn't wanna give me kisses."
"I see. How does that make you feel?" she asked him, again sipping her tea.
"Makes me angry and sad. Then I saw her the other day with this kid from school and she kissed him," he said angrily. "It made me so angry my nails made my hands bleed."
"Are you okay?"
"My hands are fine, my heart is what's hurt..." he sighed.
Mrs. Briefs gave a thoughtful sigh. She would have to tell Bulma that Vegeta couldn't protect her from every bully unless he locked her in a closet and never let her leave his sight. What to do? This was something she knew Vegeta would have to handle on his own but what should she suggest. They were only children after all.
"I have an idea, do you like to sing?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"I guess," he shrugged.
"Can you learn quickly?"
"Sure!"
"Okay, in two weeks you will have your Bulma back, but first you need to..."
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Vegeta stared down at Bulma as she grew increasingly attached to Yamcha, and he was forgotten. He felt left out again, but he would get his Buruma-chan back. He looked down at the CD in his hands, every song copyrighted but to each he had given credit to. He sighed raggedly, slowly walking to Bulma.
Bulma giggled her back toward Vegeta. Yamcha grinned until he saw Vegeta approaching them. Bulma turned around to see Vegeta walking slowly toward them, a CD in his hands, his face drawn.
"I made this for you," he put the CD on the white Little Tykes table.
"I don't accept gifts from boys anymore," Bulma huffed, slapping the CD to the ground.
Vegeta left it there.
"Unless it's Yamcha-chan," she grinned at Yamcha.
"Yamcha-chan...?" Vegeta muttered softly.
"That Yamcha to you!" Yamcha asserted.
Vegeta balled his fists together, he teeth ground simultaneously, making a sound similar to a mortar grinding things in a pestle. He growled as a plume of dirt began to rise from the ground. He stared down at his fists as he raised them level to his hips. White flames licked his calves, the searing flames rising to the tip of his flying hair. He was angry, he was beyond angry, he was pissed.
Bulma and Yamcha bolted as Vegeta's anger peaked; the blood flowing from his mouth was beginning to scare Bulma. She watched as his ears ruptured and began to bleed as well. Soon, his nose burst free with blood, as did his hands from his own nails digging into his flesh. Bulma watched as the white fire began to fade to yellow. Even Vegeta's hair began to turn a bright hue of gold. His eyes, oh wow, his eyes turned that one color. Turquoise or something. The yellow flame grew, turned white, then yellow again until it stayed that color.
Vegeta let out a terrible yell of pain, suffering, and hatred as the flame that surrounded him turned into a brilliant gold and stayed that way. The four bangs that had interrupted his sight at random, were reduced to one, that stayed a solid yellow, which would've amazed Vegeta had he been paying attention. The flame that surrounded Vegeta dispersed, the young boy falling to his knees in pain, never noticing the blood dripping from his face. He looked to his right, the CD lay there, in its case, unscathed. As for Bulma and Yamcha they had long since ran, staring at Vegeta with wide eyes of shock, even Bulma didn't know Saiyans possessed power of any sort, besides the occasional concentrated ball.
"Wow, he can protect me," Bulma said, her eyes wide, concern for Vegeta rising.
"Yeah...but..." Yamcha stuttered, "He coulda killed us..."
"He didn't, he didn't even break that CD next to him, he knows. He knows how to control it."
Bulma walked over to Vegeta despite the protests from Yamcha. Vegeta stayed on the ground, staring at the CD he worked so hard on. Bulma knelt next to him, taking the CD in her hands. He took note of his sloppy Kanji, and smiled.
"I like it," she smiled.
Vegeta huffed, and turned his head the other way, bring on a pulsing headache. He reached for he aching head with a grimace.
"You okay?" Bulma asked, reaching for him slowly.
"My head... and I think I'm bleeding..." he moaned softly.
"Yeah... I'ma go get mom and help you get all healed up..."
"Are you my Buruma-chan again?"
"I'll always be your Buruma-chan!" Bulma smiled, hugging him softly.
"Good..."
Vegeta passed out in her arms, a smile on his face. Bulma smiled worriedly. She had been so mean to her Saiyan protector, she could only hope he would forgive her.
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That's another chapter wrapped up. If anyone has questions, either drop it in a review with an e-mail address or sign in so I can find it.
POAS
