Chapter Nine

OMG An Update!

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No lame excuses, just story.

-POAS

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And with the slow updating of the author, many years had since past. Like two. Days. Vegeta looked at Bulma and smiled softly as she
giggled joyfully as he pushed her on the swing.

"Higher, higher!" she squealed with delight.

He said nothing but gave her another gentle push. And by gentle, I mean strong, and by push, I mean she was sent flying. She giggled nonetheless as she did a back flip, cartwheel, and a summersault before bouncing to her feet with a large grin, with demanding "AGAIN!" as she bounded toward the swing. He gave her another small smile, allowing her to kick off before pushing again. He rather enjoyed this life, he had a nice family and his master normally didn't use her powers against him, except when it came to playing dolls and having tea parties with bears, she was a great master. He smiled again.

"Why'd you stop pushin'?" Bulma pouted, grinding her feet into the sand to stop.

"'Cause I was thinkin' about how great you are," he smiled cheekily.

"You talk like a mini-adult," she bubbled.

"You're just bashful," his grin widened as she blushed.

"Shup," she murmured, looking at the ground with a blush.

"Buruma?"

She looked at him curiously. He gave her a toothy grin.

"Wonderin' sumptin'," he said softly.

"Hmm," her blush disappeared slowly.

He looked down at the ground, staring at his perfect blue sneakers. He mumbled something. She demanded he spoke up. He looked her in the eye, and swallowed hard. Would she? Could she? Maybe…

"Can I… b'ree…" he trailed off in a mumbled.

"I can't understand you," she said with a pout.

All this time, two days, she wondered what was bothering him. Had she missed something that, that one really longhaired guy, Radish or something, said to him? Was he sick? Was he leaving her? She panicked slightly. He wouldn't go, he just wouldn't. He promised! He… nooo! It wasn't fair! She felt tears prick her eyes slightly. She sighed bitterly, she didn't remember Radish much but from the way her mother talked of him, he had run away without looking back without so much as a note. She sniffled, she didn't care that Vegeta was staring at her oddly, wondering what was wrong. She didn't care. She turned and ran. Ran before he could run from her. Ran before he could hurt her. Ran… Just ran. She didn't hear him follow her, she didn't see Radditz move form his hiding place, she didn't see the stream until she nearly fell in. Sitting down with her knees hugged to her chest, she cried slightly, ignoring the snapping of twigs next to her. Oh Vegeta, please don't go. Stay.

"Buruma…" he panted softly. "Why'd you run?"

She said nothing as he sat next to her, leaning back on the heels of his hands.

"Please don't run…" she murmured softly.

"I had to run to find you, silly. Please don't cry…" he said with a soft smile.

"I hate you," she spat softly.

His face fell. Of course, that's why she had run. It's why ChiChi had run from him, trying to lose him in the forest so she wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. He sighed dejectedly. He stood to leave, realizing he was unwelcome.

"No," her voice stopped him. "Don't go. Don't run. Please don't leave me…"

"'m not leavin'," he murmured softly, sitting next to her once more. "Before you started cryin' I was gonna ask you if… if you… if I… I dun wanna be a slave no more, Buruma…"

"You wanna leave me?" she asked softly.

"No way!" he nearly shouted. "I jus'… I wanna be free. My whole life I was a slave. My dad hated me, yah know. I was the Prince, I had to be tough. So, he took away my action figures. It made me upset. But then I was like 'well maybe he's jus' bein' a buttface' and den Freeza was all like 'hah, you Saiyans suck!' so he blowed up everybody. 'Cept my, Kakarot, and Radditz of course. And maybe some others, I'm not sure. But yeah, anyway, then ChiChi bought me, but she totally hated me. Then that one guy bought me, telling me I'd make him a pretty penny. I have no idea what a penny is. Then you bought me, and I'm happy and I wanna stay wif you forever, I jus' dun wanna be Slave Vegeta, I wanna be Buruma's Non-Slave Vegeta. Like your lifelong friend or sumptin'. And den we could get married when we get older and continue, well kinda, the Saiyan race. And we could name our kids after underwear."

Bulma just stared at Vegeta blankly, just give away the whole plotline why don'cha. She had to shut him up.

"I think Trunks Vegeta Briefs is a nice name, and since I don't have a last name I'll take yours an-"

MWAAAH! Bulma planted a big kiss on Vegeta's lips. He just smiled. About time, God, how long did he have to babble for. She smiled shyly at him.

"You are free, 'Geta-'Geta!"

"Cool," he smirked.

"So, umm… I was wonderin'…"

"Yeah?"

"Can we go swing some more?" she asked shyly.

"Yeah, but you're pushin'!" he smirked as he ran away.

"NUH-UH!" she screamed after him, giggling wildly.

Radditz watched with a smirk. Kids.

The End

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I might write some sort of second piece to go with this, like an epilogue or something. Sorry for the near year wait, I literally forgot about this story. I also forgot to post an author's note that I had written. It was pretty long winded telling why I hadn't updated in a while. I hope you liked the ending. I hope it doesn't seem hurried or anything. Well, that's now two finished stories under my belt. Swoot.

POAS