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Chapter 6:
As Vegeta got out of his car he looked at his house. It was a normal house. Not too big, not too small. Sure they were hella rich and could buy a mansion, but his mother wanted a normal house.
He walked toward the front door and opened it.
As Vegeta closed the door behind him he could sense that no one was home. He didn't worry. He knew where they were. They would be here in half an hour or so. Vegeta began to walk toward the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen Suzume walked up to him. Suzume is a robot with a human personality. Vegeta's mom made her so she could have help around the house. She has shoulder length red hair. She's wearing a white dress designed with black roses. On top is an apron.
"Welcome home Vegeta. Would you like a snack?"
"Yea, make me 30 steaks."
"Sorry Vegeta but I can only make you five. You mom doesn't want you to spoil your appetite. She told me she's having guest over for dinner, so your gonna have to wait." at this Vegeta growled.
"Fine. Make me a steak. Inform me when it's ready."
Suzume went to work when Vegeta left the kitchen and headed up stairs. As he climbed the stairs he looked at the photo's that are there. There are pictures of him and his family. Those pictures brought back memories. The hot summers that they would spend at the beach or at the pool. When their asses would freeze in the winter. All the good times they've had together. Even though he would never admit it, they were good times.
Soon Vegeta reached the top of the staircase and headed for his room.
As Vegeta closed the door of his room he examined his room. He room is a bit bigger than any other. The walls are dark blue. He's bed is on the left side of his room, two or three feet away from his window. His window is huge. He could open it and fly out whenever he felt like it. On the other side of his room is his television. It's a 3 by 5 flat screen. To the left side of his television is a door that leads to his closet. On his walls are a few posters of bands, but not many.
As Vegeta laid on his bed he tried to remember that dream. He began to compare Bulma with the girl of his dreams. They look exactly alike. He couldn't find a difference, besides their attitude. Same hair, same eyes. Her eyes. There were mysterious and beautiful. Vegeta's thoughts were cut short.
Music began to play.
Vegeta got up and walked toward his window. Once there he found the source of the music. It was coming from the house next door. To be exact it was coming from the window that is in front of his. He saw someone pass by but couldn't make out the features. The volume of the music started to decrease. Vegeta saw a bit of blue pass by before the mysterious person left the room.
"Vegeta Your steak is ready!"
Before leaving Vegeta looked at his new neighbor's window with a concerned look.~That's weird. . . .~ He thought before leaving out the door.
I closed the door to my room before heading down stairs. I can hear the eco of my foot steps as I jogged down the stairs. When I finally reached the bottom I headed for the living room.
When I came home I went to my room to change into something more comfortable. Now I'm wearing a pair of jeans along with a black tank top. Across the front is my name written in blue.
Once I reached the living room I threw myself on the couch. I turned on the T.V and searched for something interesting, but nothing. I decided to turn on the DVD player and listen to some music. As the music started to play I walked towards the kitchen. I decided to make myself a sandwich. As I was making my sandwich I hummed to the music.
I'm all alone. Alone in my big, new house. Nothing to do, no one to talk to. Completely bored. I'm use to it though. In Deiji town, where I use to live, it was the same thing. I'm an only child so I'm alone until my parents come home from work. It's usually, around 9 or 10 o'clock. My parents work for the same company. They have a close relationship with their boss. That's one of the reasons why we moved here in the first place. Their boss thought it would be a good idea to have the best employees near. Go figure. That and my mother was thinking about quitting her job to become a house wife. Why, you may ask? Well, because she thinks I'm lonely. Which I'm not, she just can't get that thought out of her head. Their boss doesn't want to lose her, so we were invited to move here. In West City. My mom says told me that her boss has three kids. Sadly for me that's all she told me. Besides that, I'm completely clueless. So now I'm clueless and bored.
I look at the clock. It's 4 o'clock. I got home 3o minutes ago because I got an important call. They told me to get home as soon as possible. They said they would explain everything when they arrived. In a few hours. . .
Suddenly, I begin to hear the jingle of keys outside the door. Soon, it's followed by voices.
"Do you think she's home?"
My mother can be so over-protective some times. One of the thing I love about her.
"Yes dear, I'm sure she's home."
"How about I tezt her just to make sure? This is a new place and it's pretty big. She might get lost."
She treats me like a baby and I can't do anything about it.
Soon I can hear my mom's fingers on her keyboard. Same old mom. I'm her olny child so she takes extra are of me. I'm just glad that it's not all the time. Suddenly there was a silence. Thet can only mean one thing. ~Oh boy.~
"Honey listen," I can hear my father's voice trun sweet and gentle. I wonder to myself ~why am I listening to this?~ I shrug. "Our Bulma is a big girl. She can take care of herself. We both know that. You just need to trust her." I like that my father understands me (most of the time). ~I just wish they'ld take their romance inside. . .~
I can hear my mom deleting the message. After a mintue of silence the door knob began to twist from the right to the left. I put my plate in the dishwasher. I'm laying on the couch as my parents enter.
As they enter the greet me. "Hello darling. How was your day?" My dad has black hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He has no beard so it makes him look younger than what he really is. He's wearing his business suit. He only wears it on special occasions. My mom is standing next to him with a smile on her face as if nothing happened a few minutes ago.
She, unlike my father, has blond hair. It's long and stops at the middle of her back. Her eyes are the color of honey. She can wear anything and they will still pop-out. She's the type of person that's always seeing the positive side of everything. Sometime I wonder how she does it. The minute she sees me she goes and hugs me like if I was gone for a year.
"Bulma! Honey!" She said as she squeezed me.
"Mom. Air." I said as I tried to pull away.
"Sorry dear." she says as she let's go of me and walkes toward the kitchen. "So how was school? Did you make new friends? Any intresting boys? Oh I can't wait to meet your new boyfriend!"
"Mom!" I can feel the warmth in my cheeks. Soon it disappears. Does she think I'm gonna get a guy that fast? Friends, yea but a guy? "Yes, I've made friends."
"Oh goody!" my mom says as she begins to jump up and down in joy. oh great. . . .
"I can't wait until you bring them over!"
"Great." I whisper. I look at her and say, "Don't worry I'll tell you when I'm bring them over." She just smiles at me. "So. . . . what's up?" I ask as I begin to change that subject. "Why did you guys call me? What do you need to tell me? You sounded very excited."
"Oh yes! We are excited!" My mom says, now she's sitting on the big sofa. My father walks towards her and sits next to her. On the coffee table there is a tray with cupcakes and cookies.
Wait. When did she make those? I mentally shrugged.
There was a moment of silence. My mother was eating a cookie. It seems like a scene when you parents are going to have The Talk with you. I can't see pass my father's pokerface so I have no idea what he's going to talk about. I hope we don't have The Talk becuase we already had it and I do not want to have it again.
My thoughts were cut short when I see that my father is about to say something.
"Bulma you know why we moved here right?"
"Yea you told me more than a thousand times."
Good it's not about The Talk. It's about the stupid move.
"Okay, well we got that covered." my father said in relief. Last time we had that conversation, it didn't go so well.
"Yea, more than once." I said a little pissed off. I began to remember everything I left behind.
My mom noticed my tone and said, "Honey, you know that this is for the best. From now on we're going to come home early. Isn't that great!"
"Yea. . . " I'm begining to feel better.
"And. . .at least now he won't be able to find you. He doesn't know your here. Your safer here."
I started at the coffee table. She's right. He is one of our biggest problems. He's been after us since before I could remember. Well, to tell the truth he's after me. My parenets told me everything when I was five. When he first came to our house, our old house. A few years ago when I was 15 I was walking home from schoool, alona and he found me. We had a "chat". I'm not going to say much about because I don't like to remember the scene. The point is that he's after me and he won't stop until we're "together", in a matter of speaking.
"So. . . " my father said to break the silence and tension. He must have noticed that I was in deep thought. "Our boss invited us for dinner. Isn't that right dear?"
My mom smiled as if she just heard the news. "Oh yea. We're invited to dinner. Isn't that wonderful?" Like always her cheery mood made me forget about him.
"Okay, well have fun at dinner. Don't worry I know the rules and everything." I begin to get up and was about to head for the stairs when I heard my mom speak.
"It's not a bussiness dinner."
"It's not?"
"Nope." she responds with a giggle. "It's a welcoming dinner to welcome the whole family in to our new home."
"Alright at what time is it?"I ask as I reach out for some cookies.
"It's at 8 o'clock." my fathere informs me. I turn around and look at a picture frame that is in the middel of the coffee table. It shows many pictures of my family of three.
"Time."I said to the clock and it responded saying that it is 5:30. Great I have 2 hours and 30 minutes to get ready.
"Alright. I'm gonna get ready. See ya in a while. " I said as I headed for the stairs. Before I got there my mother called me and said, " Okay honey, tell me if you need anything." I nodded with a smile.
"She took that rather fine." I can hear my father saying as I climb the stairs.
Okay I'm not gonna lie I'm a bit excited. Just a bit. Only because I've never meet their boss. So this should be fun. I wonder what kind of family he or she has. Like I said I've never met the person, so why would I know his or her family? Anyways it's just dinner. What could go wrong?
I finally reach the door that leads to my room.
I look at the ceiling as I lay on my bed.
Damn it! When are they going to get here? How long does it take to pick them up? Damn I should have gotten take-out on my way here.
When I get home I usually go train for a few hours but today I can't go. My mother locked it so I can't go train. Damn her.
I can feel there ki getting closer. I get up and leave my room. Calmly, I begin to climb down the stairs. By the time I reach the living room I can feel they're ki right outside the door.
"VEGETA! GET YOU BUTT DOWN HERE AND COME HELP US! NOW!" My mother yelled. Damn she yells loud!
I walk to the door and open it. I come face-to-face with my 's has 5 or 7 bags in each arm. She smiles anad says, "Good you heard me."
"How could I not?"
She rolls her eyes at my response. "Just go help them smart ass."
I smirk at her. She enters the house and walked towards the kitchen. I walk towards my mom's dar. It's a red hover car. It has enough room for 6 to 8 people. It has a voice comand GPS. It's also a convertable. It can go from a red hover car to a blue Safari for 3 to 4 people.
Before I even reach the back of the car I get attacked.
"Veggie!"
I look to see her jump up at me. She wraps her little arms around my neck. I wrap my arm around her small waist to hold her in place and make sure she doesn't fall. She gave me a smile as she lossened her grip. Her big blue-green eyes are smiling at me too. Sometimes they'er blue, sometimes they'er green. Right now they'er both. Her black hair makes them stand out. I smile back before putting her down. She's the only one who sees me smile. She's my exception.
"Hi Veggie!"
"Hey kiddio."
"Veggie, mom said that we're having guest over for dinner."
"Oh really? Interesting."
"Yup!"
"Aiko! Honey, come help mommy!"
Aiko turns towards the door and yells, "Okay mom!" Then she tunrs to me and says, "I'm going to help mommy."
"Hn."
She smiles and skippes towards the kitchen.
"Yo! Vegeta a little help would be nice!"
I walk towards the back of the car. I smirk at my brother. "Don't be a sissy. Carry then youself." He appears and is carrying 13 or 14 bags and a box on his head.
"Vegeta your hella messed up."
"Don't be such a baby. You have Saiyan blood in your vains."
"Yea, but mom bought alot of stuff and you know how she rarely uses capsules when she goes shopping. For some stupid reason."
"That gives you no excuse for being a sissy."
"I am NOT a sissy!" he yells but it only made me smirk."Besides I can carry them it's just that I can't get the other stuff."
"Sure sissy."
Suddenly from the inside of the house my mom yells, "Kotori, hurry up with the bags. I have to start cooking!"
Kotori growls, "Coming!" He turns to me. "Just put those on my head." he says as he points to the 3 boxes on the floor. I grab them and put them on top of the one that is already on his head. Kotori begins to walk towards the house.
As I walk to the kitchen I see my mother and Suzume opening boxes, big and small. Gently, I put the boxes the I'm carring on the floor. I lean againt the wall and watch.
"Mommy can I help you in anything else? I finished taking the things out the bags."
"Well that's all for now. why don't you go and get ready for dinner and after that, if you want, you can help me make the deserts." My mothere responded as she is mixing some ingredients in a bowl.
"Okay!" Aiko respondes. She turns to Suzume and says, "Bye Suzume." Aiko named the andriode that when she was 3 years old. Suzume bowed down at Aiko before she left.
"There." Kotori said as he put the last box on the table. "Is that ALL mother?"
"Yea, Kotori, that's all Go and get ready for dinner."
Once Kotori left I watched as my mother and Suzume began to cook.
"What the hell is all this for?" I asked wanting to know what the hell is going on.
My mother just keeps cooking. I wait for her response.
"It's food. what do you think?" My mom begins to open boxes and mix more ingredients. She turns to Suzume and says, "Suzume can you make the sauses?"
"Aiko said we're having 'guest' over for dinner. What the hell is this all about? Who's coming over?" I ask as I lift an eye-brow.
"Yes, we're having guest over for dinner." she responded as she took a packet of fish out from the freezer. "Suzume let start with the first course."
"Alright."
"Great! I'll make the sushi."
"Who's coming over?" I growl.
Great now I have to wait for my dinner and share it with unknown 'guest'.
"Well. . . . . " I watch as she starts to cut open the fish. "It's a welcoming dinner for the new neighbors." From the looks of it she's first going to prepare the pacific roles. She adds shrimp teriyaki sause to it. "And I also invited Yumi and her family."
I can feel a growl growing in my throat. Not only do I have to shre with people I don't know but I also have to share with people I do know.
"Why the whole bother with the new neighbors? Can't we just fuck'en eat? You never do that when we have new neighbors." It's true. She usally makes somthing simple like a chocolate fund cake and gives it to the neighbors as a welcoming presnet. If she feels like it.
"I know that I don't do this when there are new neighbors, but I feel generous today." She's finished with half of the pacific roles. So far she's made 200, Suzume is making the other 200 while the chicken is in the oven. "Shit! Damn it where did I put that. . . . Grrr! Damn it all!"
Oh yea she's felling very generous today.
"Besides our new neighbors are friends of mine."
"Oh goody." I said in a sarcastic way. "Well since there your 'friends' then there is no reason why I should be here. And in that case you can unlock my gravity machine so I can train in peace." I was heading for the door when she spoke.
"Oh no you don't! First of all your not locking yourself in that machine. You need some family time mister. So you are attending this dinner. Whether you like it or not."
"Your making it sound like its 'very' important."
"It is." She says with a smile on her face.
"If it's so important then you don't need me there I mess it up." My mother stood still for a moment. Then she turned around and faced me. I looked at her with a smirk. My arms folded as I lean against the wall.
"Nice try smartass but. . . . " My smirk disappeared as she continued talking. ". . . you have to attend if you wanna eat." A smirk grew on her face.
Danm it! She knows I'm fuck'en hungry and she's using it against me. Damn she's good.
"It's can't be that bad. They're bringing their kid over."
Great! Just fuck'en great! It could be a snotty brat for all I know.
"Whoopy! Can't wait ot meet them." I resonded sarcasticly.
She gave me an innocent smile that made me frown. I know this is a bad sign.
"Well I'm glad that your excited! You better go and get ready. i'm sure you wanna look good for when they arrive." her smile grew bigger. I growled at her. "Come one it's 6:30 Yumi and her family will be her in 30 minutes. Our guest are coming at 8 o'clock."
I growled once more before leaving. I climbed the stairs and went to my room. I approched the door that leads to my room.
Fuck! Why isn't this day over yet?
I close that door behind me as I enter my room. I walk towards my window where my Dragon is. The dragon is one of the newest phone on the market. It's the size of my hand, a bit bigger. It has WiFi that you can use where ever you are. It's a music player and you can download free music. Radio, camera and video. It's a touch screen but it alos has a keyboard if you don't want to use the touch screen. It a 3-D app, so you can see and take videos in 3-D. It has a protection lock incase someone steals it. Voice commandes and many more apps. I helped my dad make it a few months ago.
I choose my favorite playlist and connect it to my speakers to make it even louder.
As the music starts playing I walk towards my close it. I stop in front of the two glass doors that lead to my closet. I look at my reflection. Warm water is falling from my blue locks and onto the floor. Some strans of hair fall gently on my face. My left hand is holding my towel in place. My towel stops to the middel of my thigh.
I grab the right side of the glass door and slide it open.
When I open the door I see his foolish grin. From down stairs you can hear shrieks of happiness. Oh bloody hell.
"Hey Izumi! how are you?"
"Yumi! I'm fine. thanks for coming. I seriously need you help. this dinner is kinda important."
"You know I'm always here for you."
I roll my eyes and tune out there shrieking. Damn women. Can they get any louder?
"Hiya!" the grinning fool at my door said.
"Hn." is my only response. I walk away from the open door and lay down, once again, on my bed. The fool closed tha door as he comes in. He, then, just stands next to my bed.
There's a moment of silence in the room. From outside my door I can hear footsteps and two voices. From outside my window I can hear music playing.
"Vegeta do you know what this is all about? My mom said that we are going to have dinner here with some of you mom's friends."
"How the hell should I know?" I responed as I look at the ceiling.
"Well because your mother planned all of this. Didn't she tell you anything?"
A smal growl grew in my chest. Damn he's gonna keep asking until I answer the stupid question.
I sigh. "She said that it's a welcoming dinner or some shit like that. To welcome our new neighbors who happen to be her friends."
"Oh." The fool spaced out for a moment. "New neighbors?"
"Yea." He began to think. This is gonna talk a while.
"Oh yea! I remember yesturday on my way here I saw a truck. There were people who were unloading boxes and taking them inside. Someone moved into Mrs. Peterson 's house."
Mrspeterson was an old, grouchy and crazy lady that lived next door. She was alos a lonely lady. She had 5 cats. When I was 5, I would pull pranks on her. She would say that I was the devil or a daemon. Once she say my tail. At first she would tell the other neighbors but they didn't believe her. Later when I would pass by her house she would be outside rocking in her rocking chair. Once she told me that she knew what I was. That I wasn't from earth. I never listened to her. When I was 14 she died. Her last words to me before she died was Dragon ball.
For 4 years no one bought the house. I guess because of stupid rumores.
"Hn."
"Do you know who they are?"
Damn he's denser that I thought. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. (A/N: Good luck with that. -_-)
"Don't you think. . .that I would have told you IF I knew?" I said as I raised my eye-brow.
"Hehehehe. . .I guess so. Sorry that I'm hungry and when I'm hungry I can't think straight." he replied with his usual grin.
I roll my eyes.
In the kitchen there are 3 women. that appear to be 25 to 30 years old. Each one was in seprate stations cooking. There is water vapor everywhere. anything that could have been used to look at you refelection is now covered up in fog.
One of the there is cooking fish. Her long and straight black hair is tied back in a ponytail. She is wearing black skinny jeans and a balck, median size, shirt. around her waits is a green apron.
As she cooks ths salmon that is on the pan something comes to mind. She knows that the kitchen will get intoxicated with the smell of salmon. After that the whole house withh smell.
"Suzume open the windows please."
A woman with shoulder-length redish hair walks up to a window that shoes the beautiful sunset. The colors of red, orange and yellow mix together in the sky. The beautiful graden is also visable.
A nice cold breeze enters the kitchen. As it does the air begins to smell of tiger lilies. The three women take in a deep breath. The beautiful smell intoxicates them bringin peace to the room. After a few minutes of welcoming the smell the three get back to work.
"How are your famouse cherry cupcake coing along Yumi?" The same black-haired woman askes.
"Great! I'm almost done with the decorations." Yumi respondes. "How's the salmos Izumi?"
Yumi's black hair is tied into a loose ponytial that hangs on her left shoulder. She is wearing a white sun dress. Over it is an apron that is tied around her neck and waist.
Izume was just finishing as she puts the last fish with the rest. She turns the stove off and lets the pan cool down. "Just about finished." She began to decorate the salmon. Izume began to add a pinch of salt to the nicely organized salmon on the plate. Finally she added her special sause. As she slowly poured the suse it nicely covered the tan colored salmon. "Done! Suzume, are you finished with the giant turkey?"
"Yes, it's finished." Suzume said as she put the giant turkey on the counter where all the finshed food is. The turkey is huge! It's twice as a normal turkey. But it has to be if it was going to feed everyone.
"Great! Now all that's left are the cup-"
"Done!" Yumi announces as she brings the cupcakes to the counter.
"Great! Now we're all done!" Izumi announces.
The three back up to admire their hard work.
The counter is filled with food. The giant turkey that Suzume made was covered with teriyaki sause. Around it are vegtables. Yumi's black-cherry cupcakes were to the left of the turkey. She made the batter with cheeries and chocolate. This gives it a redish-blackish look. On top it has a small cerry that is leaning agains a piece of chocolate bar. It is covered in melted suger. It looks like a cupcake that came from the dark side of candyland. Izumi's pacific sushi roles are ther as well. Along with some Atlantic rice balls. The rice balls are the size of tennis balls. Some have a mysterious gooy filling. Others have chicken meat. There are alos rose sushi on the counter. A rose sushi is like anyother sushi but it has the meat of a rose-cheek fish named Bara. The Bara's meat is sweet with a natural taste. The taste is indescribable.
There many more delicacieson the counter.
Izumi looked at the clock and saw that she only has 20 minutes to get ready.
"Suzume is the table set?"
"Yes."
"Oh great! Can you and Yumi put the giant turkey on the table? I know it's alot to ask I'm really sorry."
"No problem Izumi. Now go get ready. We'll take care of everything here."
"Thanks! If you want you can ask the guys to help you out." Izumi said as she headed for the stairs.
"Honey!"
"What!"
"It;s time to leave! Are you ready?"
"Yea mom! I'll be down in a minute!" I take one last look at myself. I fix my hair a little before heading out the door.
"Darling are ready? We don't wanna be late." I hear my mo yell from the bottom of the stairs. Before closing my door I take on last look my digital clock. 5 minutes left! We're gonna be late. I thought as I rolled my eyes.
I close my door and head to the stairs. As I walk down the stairs I can hear my parents talking.
"Honey I'm worried. I just can't get that though out of my head."
I stop when I hear my mother's worried tone.
"About what darling?"
"About Bulma. Are you sure this is gonna be a safe place for her?"
"Don't worry sweety. You know our bulma. She'll feel at home in less than a month."
She's worried about that? No wait it's . . .
"No it's just that I'm afriad that he will find us. Find her."
Damn it! I feel a bit of anger rising in me.
"Honey listen to me. We have to stay calm for her. If she knows that we're worried then that will make things worse for her. If he does find us. Find her. We have to be ready to deal with him. Don't worry."
"Your right!" my mother's voice goes back to it's usual happy tone.
I start to walk down the stairs again and act as if I heard nothing.
"I'm ready mom. Sorry I took so long. I was putting my stuff away."
"It's okay honey now lets go."
"Mom you know we only have 2 minutes to get there. We're gonna be late."
"No we're not." my mother says with a smile.
I shrug.
We left out the door and I started to walk to the car.
"Honey." my mom calls out to me. "We don't need the car."
I turn and follow my parents. I just hope we don't have to go far. I follow my parents outside our yard and onto the sidewalk. I'm lost in thought as I followed them to the house.
Damn! If only we didn't have to worry about him everything would be easier for all of us. It's all his fault! Damn him!
The ring of the door bell pullse me from my thoughts. I look up and see that we have arrived. I look to my left and see the our house is right next door. Oh my -
"This is so exciting!" my mother says.
Awkwardly, I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I watch as the door opens slowly.
I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER! :'(
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I worked really hard. If you guys are mad at me for not updating sooner I am truly sorry. I will try to update sooner.
Vegeta: That's a big fat lie.
Lilly Moonlight: VEGETA! I do not lie! (Only when I need to)
Vegeta: There's another one. Wrench your full of lies.
Lilly Moonlight: LIE'S ALL LIES!
Vegeta: That your full of.
Lilly Moonlight: Shut up Veggie!
Vegeta: *growles* What did you call me!
Lilly Moonlight: Quit bieng so sensitive!
Vegeta: The prince of all Saiyans is not sensitive!
Lilly Moonlight: Whatever -_- Anyway. Thanxs for reviewing and I hope you liked the chapter. Sorry if ther are any misspelling or bad grammer. Thank you for you votes on Yamcha. I don't know if I shoudl put him. *thinking*
Vegeta: Why are you going to put the scar face loser? He's no match for me.
Lilly Moonlight: Anyways. . . I would like to tell you that I have a webpage on Facebook. Feel free to look at it. :)
Vegeta: Don't ignor me wrench!
Lilly Moonlight: Update please!
Vegeta:If you don't this wrench is going down! *ki ball in hand*
Lilly Moonlight: Vegeta! First of all, we have a promise! So there :P
Vegeta: Fine! *to read* I will blast your fucken computre if you do no-
Lilly Moonlight: Vegeta! Quit scaring and threathing my readers! *to reads* Don't listen to him. He's just sensitive.
Vegeta: I told you I'm not sensitive wrench! *Ki ball in hand*
Lilly Moonlight: Till next time! :) *runs from Ki ball* HAPPY HALLOWEEN! :D