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*glares* I have had ZERO reviews for my DBZ/Yu-Gi-Oh fic, Stuck. *suddenly sad* Does nobody like it? Even if you don't like it, please let me know, cuz if you don't like it, I'll take it down. *sniff* I like it... I guess if I get 10 bad reviews, I'll take it down...does that sound fair?? *sniff* Kurayami Ryuu and Jessicakittydemon, I had fun writing it with you...please forgive me if I take it down...*sniff...sob*
Ok, on with chappie 6!!!! Hope you all enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: This IS mine!!! Hahahahahaha!!!!! *sirens coming closer* uh oh...hide me...help...uh...Oh!!!! This STORY is mine, not the characters...*sirens disappearing* *evil grin* hehe...idiots...
Chapter 6
The Meeting
"I...Said...Let...Me...Go..." Bulma hissed, struggling to free her arms.
Vegeta just tightened his grip and stepped closer. Smirking, he whispered, "And I said, make me."
Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to be intimidated. After a moment, she smirked, immediately putting him on guard. Unfortunately, nothing could prepare him for what came next.
"Why, Vegeta, I think you have a crush on me!" Bulma exclaimed.
Vegeta's eyes went wide for a split second, proving Bulma's theory. With a smile and a quick twist, Bulma had Vegeta pinned against the wall. He looked shocked for a moment, then his eyes narrowed menacingly.
"You tricked me," Vegeta growled at her.
"Did I?" Bulma simpered. She smirked at Vegeta's frown. "Come now, Vegeta, don't act like such a baby..."
"What!?" Vegeta shouted. He struggled against Bulma's hold, but could not escape. "Let Me Go!!"
Bulma smiled and whispered, "Make me..."
"Fuck you..." Vegeta growled.
"You wish..." Bulma said coyly. Vegeta struggled again, but Bulma just tightened her grip. "Now, I get to work with the Dr. in the afternoons, or I'll tell Chi that you like me, not her." Bulma grinned. "And we both know that that wouldn't be a good thing."
Vegeta smirked. "Tell her if you want...I don't care. You will be training with me every afternoon. Period."
Bulma's mouth dropped in shock; Vegeta escaped from her grip and, instead of pinning her to the wall again, he pulled her to his chest, holding her tight around the waist.
Vegeta leaned over, putting his mouth close to her ear. "And for everyday you don't show up..." He pulled back and grinned, having noticed the shudder that passed through her body. He let her go then; turned to leave.
"Hey!" Bulma shouted. "What happens if I don't show up?"
Vegeta just smirked at her, then walked away.
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"So, you've finally decided to grace us with your presence," King Vegeta growled as Vegeta walked in. Vegeta just smirked. He was in too good a mood to be brought down by his father.
Turning to the guest, King Vegeta said, "Is it safe to assume that you are here for the Dr.?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," 18 said.
"18," Dr. Briefs said. "I made a deal. I still have many projects yet to be finished."
"I don't care," 18 growled. "I'm sick of dealing with all of those...those...things, those...business men." She made an odd gagging sound as those words left her lips.
Dr. Briefs smiled. "I'm sorry, 18, but I'm not going back until I'm done. I gave my word."
18 thought for a moment, then said, "Fine. If you're not going back, then neither am I."
"What?" Krillin gasped. "But..."
18 smirked. "And if I stay, then these guys have to stay, too. They couldn't get themselves back to Earth even if the whole of the planet depended on it."
There was a loud chorus of protests from the guys that had accompanied her to Vegetasei, and after a moment, King Vegeta yelled, "Enough!" Looking around at the group, he added, "I will have my guards show you to your quarters." With that, he walked out.
Prince Vegeta smirked. This day was getting better by the minute.
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"Dammit, dammit, dammit!!" Bulma knocked over her dresser, but didn't feel any better. "That arrogant, self-centered, pig-headed, mother fucking asshole!!! How dare he!?"
"Anyone I know?" Chi-Chi asked quietly from the doorway.
"As a matter of fact, yes!!" Bulma screeched. "That damn Prince of yours is driving me crazy! Where does he get off telling me what to do during the only free time I've got!?"
"Well..." Chi-Chi started.
"Don't even," Bulma warned. "I don't give a rats ass that he's the Prince of the whole planet. I would gladly die if I could just..." She paused, glancing at Chi-Chi as if seeing her for the first time.
"What?" Chi-Chi asked warily.
"Chi," Bulma started in a sickly sweet tone. "The Prince has admitted something to me, something that I think you might like to know."
"What is it...?" Chi-Chi asked hesitantly.
Bulma gave her a pitying look. "You might want to sit down for this."
Chi-Chi looked hesitant, but sat down on the edge of her bed.
"I don't know how to tell you this," Bulma began. "But you have to know. Vegeta has a crush on me." She stopped, studying her sister's face carefully. 'Please let this work,' she thought.
"What..." Chi-Chi whispered.
Bulma sat down in front of her sister. "I'm sorry, Chi. I know this must be hard, but I thought it would be best if you knew."
"Yes..." Chi-Chi murmured. "...Thank you for telling me."
At the sight of one tear sliding silently down her sister's cheek, Bulma had a moment of regret. But, as Chi-Chi spent her tears on Bulma's shoulder, Bulma smirked. Chi-Chi wouldn't remain subdued for long. No, soon Vegeta would have hell to pay.
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"This castle is so big!" Yamcha said in awe. "You could play a killer game of hide and seek in here. Make sure to pack a lunch..."
"Where are we going?" Piccolo asked the guard. "Are all these rooms occupied?"
"No, they are not," The guard said shortly. "These rooms are reserved for off- world dignitaries, as they are close to all the business rooms. I am taking you to the long-term visitor rooms on the fourth level."
"Of course," Yamcha muttered. "Everything has to be so complicated. Can't just put all the bedrooms on one floor or anything..."
"Shut up, Yamcha," Piccolo said.
Yamcha frowned and glared at Piccolo, but wisely kept any thoughts to himself.
Five minutes later, they were standing outside a row of rooms. "Any of these," The guard waved his hand. "You may use. Do you need anything else?"
"No, thank you," Piccolo replied. The guard bowed, then walked off.
After a short silence, they each picked a room and aquainted themselves with it, knowing that they would be calling it home for the next few months. At least.
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'This is neat,' Yamcha thought as he washed his hands. 'It's all motion sensored, kinda like Capsule Corp.'
He walked out of his bathroom and looked around. A small living room with an adjoining bedroom and bathroom made up his 'home' for the next few months.
He groaned, then walked out of the room, deciding that exploring would be more interesting if it was the castle and not his room.
As he shut his door, he heard another door click softly, and turned to see...'Wow,' he thought. 'She...she's beautiful!'
"Hey!" Yamcha called, running to catch up to the blue-haired beauty. "Hi, I'm Yamcha."
Bulma looked at him quizzically before accepting the pro-offered hand. "I'm...Princess Bulma."
"P..Princess?" Yamcha stammered. 'Wow.'
"Yes, but don't treat me different, please," Bulma said. Che cocked her head at him; studied him thoughtfully. "You must be one of Dr. Brief's friends."
"Yeah," Yamcha said.
Bulma smirked. "Not very good at talking, are you?" She started to walk off.
"Wha...wait!" Yamcha yelled, running to catch up. He fell into step beside her and said, "Sorry, it's just, you are very beautiful." He smiled at her shocked expression. "What, has no one ever told you that?"
"Actually, no," Bulma replied. "I'm considered...strange...deformed. It's the color," She added at the disbelief written across his face. "Sayians aren't suppose to have blue hair. Eyes, either."
"Well, I think you're beautiful," He said forcefully.
Bulma flushed a bit, smiled and said, "Thank you."
Yamcha grinned. "So, what do you do for fun around here?"
"Not much," Bulma replied. "Usually I...visit Dr. Briefs, but I can't do that now."
"Why not?" Yamcha asked.
"His highness forbade it," Bulma muttered darkly. Then she brightened. "At least, for the time between lunch and dinner. I happen to know for a fact that he stays up late everynight, so I can go down then."
Yamcha smirked. 'She's fiesty, too,' He thought happily.
"Well," Bulma said. "Are you eating dinner with us?"
"There you are," A woman's voice came from behind them, cutting off Yamcha's reply. Turning, they saw 18, Piccolo, Krillin and Tien heading in their direction.
"We looked everywhere for you," Tien said. Just then, he noticed Bulma. "Hey, who's your friend, Yamcha?" He smirked knowingly.
Bulma smiled as Yamcha tried, and failed, to keep the flush off his face while introducing her to his friends.
Then, quite suddenly, Bulma had it. The perfect way to get back at the prince for his earlier evils. Smirking, she put her arm through Yamcha's. "Come on, it's supper time."
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Well, what do ya'll think?? Good?? Bad?? Let me know...Thanks!!! *turns to cop sitting at desk eating donut* How many times do I have to tell you, I wasn't talking about you when I said 'idiots!' I was talking about...um...*sigh* I want my phone call!!! Hello? Are you listening to me?
*glares* I have had ZERO reviews for my DBZ/Yu-Gi-Oh fic, Stuck. *suddenly sad* Does nobody like it? Even if you don't like it, please let me know, cuz if you don't like it, I'll take it down. *sniff* I like it... I guess if I get 10 bad reviews, I'll take it down...does that sound fair?? *sniff* Kurayami Ryuu and Jessicakittydemon, I had fun writing it with you...please forgive me if I take it down...*sniff...sob*
Ok, on with chappie 6!!!! Hope you all enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: This IS mine!!! Hahahahahaha!!!!! *sirens coming closer* uh oh...hide me...help...uh...Oh!!!! This STORY is mine, not the characters...*sirens disappearing* *evil grin* hehe...idiots...
Chapter 6
The Meeting
"I...Said...Let...Me...Go..." Bulma hissed, struggling to free her arms.
Vegeta just tightened his grip and stepped closer. Smirking, he whispered, "And I said, make me."
Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to be intimidated. After a moment, she smirked, immediately putting him on guard. Unfortunately, nothing could prepare him for what came next.
"Why, Vegeta, I think you have a crush on me!" Bulma exclaimed.
Vegeta's eyes went wide for a split second, proving Bulma's theory. With a smile and a quick twist, Bulma had Vegeta pinned against the wall. He looked shocked for a moment, then his eyes narrowed menacingly.
"You tricked me," Vegeta growled at her.
"Did I?" Bulma simpered. She smirked at Vegeta's frown. "Come now, Vegeta, don't act like such a baby..."
"What!?" Vegeta shouted. He struggled against Bulma's hold, but could not escape. "Let Me Go!!"
Bulma smiled and whispered, "Make me..."
"Fuck you..." Vegeta growled.
"You wish..." Bulma said coyly. Vegeta struggled again, but Bulma just tightened her grip. "Now, I get to work with the Dr. in the afternoons, or I'll tell Chi that you like me, not her." Bulma grinned. "And we both know that that wouldn't be a good thing."
Vegeta smirked. "Tell her if you want...I don't care. You will be training with me every afternoon. Period."
Bulma's mouth dropped in shock; Vegeta escaped from her grip and, instead of pinning her to the wall again, he pulled her to his chest, holding her tight around the waist.
Vegeta leaned over, putting his mouth close to her ear. "And for everyday you don't show up..." He pulled back and grinned, having noticed the shudder that passed through her body. He let her go then; turned to leave.
"Hey!" Bulma shouted. "What happens if I don't show up?"
Vegeta just smirked at her, then walked away.
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"So, you've finally decided to grace us with your presence," King Vegeta growled as Vegeta walked in. Vegeta just smirked. He was in too good a mood to be brought down by his father.
Turning to the guest, King Vegeta said, "Is it safe to assume that you are here for the Dr.?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," 18 said.
"18," Dr. Briefs said. "I made a deal. I still have many projects yet to be finished."
"I don't care," 18 growled. "I'm sick of dealing with all of those...those...things, those...business men." She made an odd gagging sound as those words left her lips.
Dr. Briefs smiled. "I'm sorry, 18, but I'm not going back until I'm done. I gave my word."
18 thought for a moment, then said, "Fine. If you're not going back, then neither am I."
"What?" Krillin gasped. "But..."
18 smirked. "And if I stay, then these guys have to stay, too. They couldn't get themselves back to Earth even if the whole of the planet depended on it."
There was a loud chorus of protests from the guys that had accompanied her to Vegetasei, and after a moment, King Vegeta yelled, "Enough!" Looking around at the group, he added, "I will have my guards show you to your quarters." With that, he walked out.
Prince Vegeta smirked. This day was getting better by the minute.
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"Dammit, dammit, dammit!!" Bulma knocked over her dresser, but didn't feel any better. "That arrogant, self-centered, pig-headed, mother fucking asshole!!! How dare he!?"
"Anyone I know?" Chi-Chi asked quietly from the doorway.
"As a matter of fact, yes!!" Bulma screeched. "That damn Prince of yours is driving me crazy! Where does he get off telling me what to do during the only free time I've got!?"
"Well..." Chi-Chi started.
"Don't even," Bulma warned. "I don't give a rats ass that he's the Prince of the whole planet. I would gladly die if I could just..." She paused, glancing at Chi-Chi as if seeing her for the first time.
"What?" Chi-Chi asked warily.
"Chi," Bulma started in a sickly sweet tone. "The Prince has admitted something to me, something that I think you might like to know."
"What is it...?" Chi-Chi asked hesitantly.
Bulma gave her a pitying look. "You might want to sit down for this."
Chi-Chi looked hesitant, but sat down on the edge of her bed.
"I don't know how to tell you this," Bulma began. "But you have to know. Vegeta has a crush on me." She stopped, studying her sister's face carefully. 'Please let this work,' she thought.
"What..." Chi-Chi whispered.
Bulma sat down in front of her sister. "I'm sorry, Chi. I know this must be hard, but I thought it would be best if you knew."
"Yes..." Chi-Chi murmured. "...Thank you for telling me."
At the sight of one tear sliding silently down her sister's cheek, Bulma had a moment of regret. But, as Chi-Chi spent her tears on Bulma's shoulder, Bulma smirked. Chi-Chi wouldn't remain subdued for long. No, soon Vegeta would have hell to pay.
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"This castle is so big!" Yamcha said in awe. "You could play a killer game of hide and seek in here. Make sure to pack a lunch..."
"Where are we going?" Piccolo asked the guard. "Are all these rooms occupied?"
"No, they are not," The guard said shortly. "These rooms are reserved for off- world dignitaries, as they are close to all the business rooms. I am taking you to the long-term visitor rooms on the fourth level."
"Of course," Yamcha muttered. "Everything has to be so complicated. Can't just put all the bedrooms on one floor or anything..."
"Shut up, Yamcha," Piccolo said.
Yamcha frowned and glared at Piccolo, but wisely kept any thoughts to himself.
Five minutes later, they were standing outside a row of rooms. "Any of these," The guard waved his hand. "You may use. Do you need anything else?"
"No, thank you," Piccolo replied. The guard bowed, then walked off.
After a short silence, they each picked a room and aquainted themselves with it, knowing that they would be calling it home for the next few months. At least.
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'This is neat,' Yamcha thought as he washed his hands. 'It's all motion sensored, kinda like Capsule Corp.'
He walked out of his bathroom and looked around. A small living room with an adjoining bedroom and bathroom made up his 'home' for the next few months.
He groaned, then walked out of the room, deciding that exploring would be more interesting if it was the castle and not his room.
As he shut his door, he heard another door click softly, and turned to see...'Wow,' he thought. 'She...she's beautiful!'
"Hey!" Yamcha called, running to catch up to the blue-haired beauty. "Hi, I'm Yamcha."
Bulma looked at him quizzically before accepting the pro-offered hand. "I'm...Princess Bulma."
"P..Princess?" Yamcha stammered. 'Wow.'
"Yes, but don't treat me different, please," Bulma said. Che cocked her head at him; studied him thoughtfully. "You must be one of Dr. Brief's friends."
"Yeah," Yamcha said.
Bulma smirked. "Not very good at talking, are you?" She started to walk off.
"Wha...wait!" Yamcha yelled, running to catch up. He fell into step beside her and said, "Sorry, it's just, you are very beautiful." He smiled at her shocked expression. "What, has no one ever told you that?"
"Actually, no," Bulma replied. "I'm considered...strange...deformed. It's the color," She added at the disbelief written across his face. "Sayians aren't suppose to have blue hair. Eyes, either."
"Well, I think you're beautiful," He said forcefully.
Bulma flushed a bit, smiled and said, "Thank you."
Yamcha grinned. "So, what do you do for fun around here?"
"Not much," Bulma replied. "Usually I...visit Dr. Briefs, but I can't do that now."
"Why not?" Yamcha asked.
"His highness forbade it," Bulma muttered darkly. Then she brightened. "At least, for the time between lunch and dinner. I happen to know for a fact that he stays up late everynight, so I can go down then."
Yamcha smirked. 'She's fiesty, too,' He thought happily.
"Well," Bulma said. "Are you eating dinner with us?"
"There you are," A woman's voice came from behind them, cutting off Yamcha's reply. Turning, they saw 18, Piccolo, Krillin and Tien heading in their direction.
"We looked everywhere for you," Tien said. Just then, he noticed Bulma. "Hey, who's your friend, Yamcha?" He smirked knowingly.
Bulma smiled as Yamcha tried, and failed, to keep the flush off his face while introducing her to his friends.
Then, quite suddenly, Bulma had it. The perfect way to get back at the prince for his earlier evils. Smirking, she put her arm through Yamcha's. "Come on, it's supper time."
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Well, what do ya'll think?? Good?? Bad?? Let me know...Thanks!!! *turns to cop sitting at desk eating donut* How many times do I have to tell you, I wasn't talking about you when I said 'idiots!' I was talking about...um...*sigh* I want my phone call!!! Hello? Are you listening to me?