Hiya!!! Emiko here!!! This is my first DBZ (to post, not write) on
F.F.Net. Hope you enjoy.
Trunks: Aren't you forgetting something?
Emiko: Let me check, um . . . well, no, I still don't own DBZ. Dang.
Goten: Thank Goodness.
Emiko: *Chooses to ignore remark * Now read!!! And Review. (It's good for the soul.)
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Bulma walked downstairs to the kitchen. She was proud of herself and held herself high. She had finally done the impossible. Yamcha was finally history.
Of course he had been her ex-boyfriend before and always came back begging for forgiveness. This time was different. This time she would not set herself up for another heartbreak. She would NOT take him back.
"Woman! Make me breakfast!" Vegeta shouted.
Now Bulma, feeling very brave said, "Make your own breakfast! I am NOT your slave!"
"I don't know how to cook," Vegeta protested.
"Then I guess you'll starve," Bulma said jokingly. Vegeta gave her his newly learned puppy-dog-eyes (Gohan had taught it to him). "No!" Bulma said, "I will not cave!"
"Please? I'm hungry!" Vegeta whined.
"You Sayjins are hungry all the time! I swear! Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy eating more than you do fighting," Bulma said, "Let me teach you."
"Pancakes," Vegeta ordered.
"You're learning how to make them your self," Bulma said, "Now get over here!"
Vegeta walked over to her, rolled his eyes, and whined, "This is not a man's job. It is the woman's. This would be very bad if we were on my home planet."
"Well, we're not on Vegeta. We're on Earth. We don't do things your way, we do them mine." Bulma insisted, getting out a huge box of microwavable pancakes.
"Why aren't you getting that gloopy stuff out?" Vegeta asked her, "How are you going to make pancakes with a box?"
"These are the kind you put in the microwave and you heat them up and you eat them like normal."
"But . . ."
Bulma turned to face him, "Trust me."
Vegeta caved. The one earthling he could trust was her. She took him in. Gave him a place to stay and he could always talk to her without really trying. She was the one person he ever told anything to. She knew it too.
"Okay."
When Vegeta finally got the hang of the fact you had to push the buttons to make it go and when the light was on, it was heating up the pancakes, he ate four dozen of the round pancakes in front of him.
"Why do these take so good?" Vegeta asked after his first bite.
"Because you made them yourself," Bulma said, reaching for two of Vegeta's pancakes to eat for herself.
They ate quietly for a while. Vegeta hated this silence. Bulma and himself always had the best talks at meals. He didn't know why, they just did. This woman was making him soft. He needed to go train. He needed to get her off his mind. Then he realized he had about half his pancakes left. 'Wouldn't want these to go to waste,' he thought as he took another bite. He was going to finish then go train, but the silence . . .
"So, um . . ." Vegeta started, "How'd things go with Yamcha last night?"
He hated that man. Yamcha. Even saying his name brought a bad taste to his mouth. He'd been living with Bulma for almost a year now, and he'd been keeping track of the affair called Bulma and Yamcha. He hated what he always did to her. They would go out for awhile and then Bulma would chatch him with another girl. Then she would come home all leaky and sobbing and she wouldn't get out of bed for the next day. When, wouldn't you know it, Yamcha showed up with a dozen roses and say he was sorry and would never hurt her again. Let's just say the roses always lasted longer than his promise.
"I broke it off with him," she said shortly.
"For good this time? Or is this going to be a permanent habit for you?" Vegeta asked lightly.
"For good. And since when have you cared about my love life?"
"You are my roommate. I can't help but observe."
"Oh, so, you spy?"
"No! I can't help but notice. You fight with him so much, you fight with him more than you do me. That's not exactly right, Bulma."
Vegeta bit his tongue. He didn't mean it that way. It came out that way.
"Why did you guys always fight?"
"Because. I wouldn't sleep with him."
"What?"
"I tried to explain to him that I wanted to wait until my wedding night, but he didn't understand that. He always asked 'what's the point?' but I could never give him an answer. It's just what I want to do."
"Good."
"What?"
"Well, on Vegeta if you cheat on your mate, the penalty is death. If you had done something with him, I'd feel obligated. Especially since you're a friend."
"Thanks, Vegg-head."
"Vegg-head?"
"Yeah, you need a nick-name.
"Okay, but Vegg-head?"
"Well, what do you want me to call you?"
"Anything but, Vegg-head."
Bulma got a sly smile on her face as another bite of pancakes slid down her throat. "What about 'Stud-Muffin'?"
"Or that." Vegeta said as he dropped his dishes in the sink. He walked over to the door and turned the knob. "Bulma, do have the keys to this door?"
"No, it doesn't lock. Why?"
"Then it's stuck."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "You're big and strong. Knock it down."
"Oh," He said shortly.
'Sometimes, I think he and Goku have more in common than he says they do.' Bulma thought to herself. She went to take another bite of her pancakes when Vegeta . . .
"GRAGH!" screamed in agony.
Bulma quickly turned around, "WHAT?"
"It didn't budge," Vegeta said rubbing his hand, "It hurt!"
"Poor Vegeta," Bulma said getting up and grabbing his hand, "Let me see."
He handed her his hand and said, "What is that door made of?"
"Wood."
"Then why couldn't I knock it down?"
"I don't know, hold still!" She commanded.
Vegeta stood still. "Well, it's not broken. It's just bruised," diagnosed Bulma.
"Fine, but it still hurts." That was another thing. He would've never told anyone that he hurt anywhere. He would tough it out. But yet, he told Bulma this.
"Would you get the door open?" He asked, impatiently.
"Patients is a virtue," Bulma said in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Yeah, I have no patients."
Bulma just rolled her eyes. She went to inspect the door. Her eyes narrowed. 'Could it be?' she thought.
She went over to the window and pulled back the shades. But there wasn't blue skies and green grass. It was gray. Literally, gray. Metal covered the window.
"No wonder you hurt you hand. The whole house is covered with super steal."
"Super steal?"
"Yes, you know, the stuff I was working on that I kept asking you to though enery balls at?"
"Yeah . . ."
"I put it on the house as part of the security system."
"Okay, how do you reverse it?
"Um . . ."
"Woman!" Vegeta shouted and hit the door again. "GARGH!" he yelled as he once again held his hand.
Bulma tried to hold back giggles as he held his hand close to his chest.
"It's not funny!" He shouted at her.
"Yes it is," she argued, letting her giggles run free, and turn into laughing.
"How do we get out of here?"
"Well, there's a box on the outside of the house that controls it and has a certain code you put in," Bluma insisted.
"Then let's call your dad . . .What?"
"There's two problems with that. One being, my dad is out of town for the long weekend, and two being, MY DAD IS OUT OF TOWN. I realize that is the same reason, but, I thought I should stress that."
"So we're stuck here until Tuesday?"
"Yep."
'Fun,' Vegeta thought sarcastically, 'Three whole days with Bulma. And no GR to get her off my mind. It's gonna be hard staying away from her.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anyway, that is the first in this story. I need at least FIVE GOOD reviews to continue.
Now REVIEW!!!
Trunks: Aren't you forgetting something?
Emiko: Let me check, um . . . well, no, I still don't own DBZ. Dang.
Goten: Thank Goodness.
Emiko: *Chooses to ignore remark * Now read!!! And Review. (It's good for the soul.)
LOCKED IN
Bulma walked downstairs to the kitchen. She was proud of herself and held herself high. She had finally done the impossible. Yamcha was finally history.
Of course he had been her ex-boyfriend before and always came back begging for forgiveness. This time was different. This time she would not set herself up for another heartbreak. She would NOT take him back.
"Woman! Make me breakfast!" Vegeta shouted.
Now Bulma, feeling very brave said, "Make your own breakfast! I am NOT your slave!"
"I don't know how to cook," Vegeta protested.
"Then I guess you'll starve," Bulma said jokingly. Vegeta gave her his newly learned puppy-dog-eyes (Gohan had taught it to him). "No!" Bulma said, "I will not cave!"
"Please? I'm hungry!" Vegeta whined.
"You Sayjins are hungry all the time! I swear! Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy eating more than you do fighting," Bulma said, "Let me teach you."
"Pancakes," Vegeta ordered.
"You're learning how to make them your self," Bulma said, "Now get over here!"
Vegeta walked over to her, rolled his eyes, and whined, "This is not a man's job. It is the woman's. This would be very bad if we were on my home planet."
"Well, we're not on Vegeta. We're on Earth. We don't do things your way, we do them mine." Bulma insisted, getting out a huge box of microwavable pancakes.
"Why aren't you getting that gloopy stuff out?" Vegeta asked her, "How are you going to make pancakes with a box?"
"These are the kind you put in the microwave and you heat them up and you eat them like normal."
"But . . ."
Bulma turned to face him, "Trust me."
Vegeta caved. The one earthling he could trust was her. She took him in. Gave him a place to stay and he could always talk to her without really trying. She was the one person he ever told anything to. She knew it too.
"Okay."
When Vegeta finally got the hang of the fact you had to push the buttons to make it go and when the light was on, it was heating up the pancakes, he ate four dozen of the round pancakes in front of him.
"Why do these take so good?" Vegeta asked after his first bite.
"Because you made them yourself," Bulma said, reaching for two of Vegeta's pancakes to eat for herself.
They ate quietly for a while. Vegeta hated this silence. Bulma and himself always had the best talks at meals. He didn't know why, they just did. This woman was making him soft. He needed to go train. He needed to get her off his mind. Then he realized he had about half his pancakes left. 'Wouldn't want these to go to waste,' he thought as he took another bite. He was going to finish then go train, but the silence . . .
"So, um . . ." Vegeta started, "How'd things go with Yamcha last night?"
He hated that man. Yamcha. Even saying his name brought a bad taste to his mouth. He'd been living with Bulma for almost a year now, and he'd been keeping track of the affair called Bulma and Yamcha. He hated what he always did to her. They would go out for awhile and then Bulma would chatch him with another girl. Then she would come home all leaky and sobbing and she wouldn't get out of bed for the next day. When, wouldn't you know it, Yamcha showed up with a dozen roses and say he was sorry and would never hurt her again. Let's just say the roses always lasted longer than his promise.
"I broke it off with him," she said shortly.
"For good this time? Or is this going to be a permanent habit for you?" Vegeta asked lightly.
"For good. And since when have you cared about my love life?"
"You are my roommate. I can't help but observe."
"Oh, so, you spy?"
"No! I can't help but notice. You fight with him so much, you fight with him more than you do me. That's not exactly right, Bulma."
Vegeta bit his tongue. He didn't mean it that way. It came out that way.
"Why did you guys always fight?"
"Because. I wouldn't sleep with him."
"What?"
"I tried to explain to him that I wanted to wait until my wedding night, but he didn't understand that. He always asked 'what's the point?' but I could never give him an answer. It's just what I want to do."
"Good."
"What?"
"Well, on Vegeta if you cheat on your mate, the penalty is death. If you had done something with him, I'd feel obligated. Especially since you're a friend."
"Thanks, Vegg-head."
"Vegg-head?"
"Yeah, you need a nick-name.
"Okay, but Vegg-head?"
"Well, what do you want me to call you?"
"Anything but, Vegg-head."
Bulma got a sly smile on her face as another bite of pancakes slid down her throat. "What about 'Stud-Muffin'?"
"Or that." Vegeta said as he dropped his dishes in the sink. He walked over to the door and turned the knob. "Bulma, do have the keys to this door?"
"No, it doesn't lock. Why?"
"Then it's stuck."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "You're big and strong. Knock it down."
"Oh," He said shortly.
'Sometimes, I think he and Goku have more in common than he says they do.' Bulma thought to herself. She went to take another bite of her pancakes when Vegeta . . .
"GRAGH!" screamed in agony.
Bulma quickly turned around, "WHAT?"
"It didn't budge," Vegeta said rubbing his hand, "It hurt!"
"Poor Vegeta," Bulma said getting up and grabbing his hand, "Let me see."
He handed her his hand and said, "What is that door made of?"
"Wood."
"Then why couldn't I knock it down?"
"I don't know, hold still!" She commanded.
Vegeta stood still. "Well, it's not broken. It's just bruised," diagnosed Bulma.
"Fine, but it still hurts." That was another thing. He would've never told anyone that he hurt anywhere. He would tough it out. But yet, he told Bulma this.
"Would you get the door open?" He asked, impatiently.
"Patients is a virtue," Bulma said in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Yeah, I have no patients."
Bulma just rolled her eyes. She went to inspect the door. Her eyes narrowed. 'Could it be?' she thought.
She went over to the window and pulled back the shades. But there wasn't blue skies and green grass. It was gray. Literally, gray. Metal covered the window.
"No wonder you hurt you hand. The whole house is covered with super steal."
"Super steal?"
"Yes, you know, the stuff I was working on that I kept asking you to though enery balls at?"
"Yeah . . ."
"I put it on the house as part of the security system."
"Okay, how do you reverse it?
"Um . . ."
"Woman!" Vegeta shouted and hit the door again. "GARGH!" he yelled as he once again held his hand.
Bulma tried to hold back giggles as he held his hand close to his chest.
"It's not funny!" He shouted at her.
"Yes it is," she argued, letting her giggles run free, and turn into laughing.
"How do we get out of here?"
"Well, there's a box on the outside of the house that controls it and has a certain code you put in," Bluma insisted.
"Then let's call your dad . . .What?"
"There's two problems with that. One being, my dad is out of town for the long weekend, and two being, MY DAD IS OUT OF TOWN. I realize that is the same reason, but, I thought I should stress that."
"So we're stuck here until Tuesday?"
"Yep."
'Fun,' Vegeta thought sarcastically, 'Three whole days with Bulma. And no GR to get her off my mind. It's gonna be hard staying away from her.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anyway, that is the first in this story. I need at least FIVE GOOD reviews to continue.
Now REVIEW!!!