Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A summer in a Closet ❯ chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's notes: ok made it past five chapters…I've usually scrapped most of my fics by now but fingers crossed this one may end up being finished!

Disclaimer: yup you guessed it I own nahdah!

Chapter 6: ghost stories

Bulma put the food away, and reluctantly put the bottle back.

She cleared the room, and dragged out the sleeping bags.

"Going to sleep so soon?"

"No, I just felt like sitting on something soft."

Vegeta got the strange urge to tell her to sit in his lap. But he'd save that for later. *Stupid brain! Shut up!!!*

"Hey, Woman. After lights out, do you want to tell ghost stories?"

"You mean like really creepy, bloody, gory, scary stuff?"

"Uh...sure." Vegeta had no idea what the woman had in mind, or if she had anything in mind. He just knew that he was going to make her laugh with his ghost stories. He hadn't really known any, so he'd make some up while they were getting ready.

They made themselves comfortable for about two and a half hours, in separate parts of the room. When it was time for lights out, Bulma got in her sleeping bag and grabbed her flashlight. It was rather big, so she turned it upside down on the floor, so as not to attract attention from Goku.

"Do you want to tell the first one, Vegeta?"

"Just let me get into my sleeping bag, and then I'll tell all the ghost stories you want. I'm going to take my flashlight out too. It'll make it look like a campfire."

"Can I make smores?!"

"No, Woman. You just ate dinner."

"Not just. I had it two and a half hours ago. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. They're out there getting ice cream, and you won't let me have anything..."

Vegeta sat up and relented. "Did you hear them last night? What kind did they end up eating?"

"Mint chocolate chip, and vanilla caramel." Bulma's mouth was watering...

Vegeta wasn't doing too well either. He LOVED vanilla caramel. The next thing he knew was Bulma was falling into his lap. Whether it was on purpose or her own fault, he didn't know. But she didn't feel like moving, so he let her stay there. After a few minutes Vegeta gave in and Bulma jumped up to make Smores.

"Here's you're smore," she said, put it in his hand, and smiled down at him.

Vegeta realized something then. "Hey, Woman. Your hair's longer." It was indeed. It was in one looong braid. "I-It looks good like that."

"Oh...thanks, Vegeta, I haven't had I cut `cause I'm stuck in a closet…Hint Hint GOKU!" she said, and smiled again. Goku's laughter could be heard.

He'd have to do something to get her to stop smiling, it wasn't good on his heart. It was speeding up, and at his age, normal people's hearts didn't do that...or so he thought.

"You gonna start the story, Vegeta?"

Vegeta took this opportunity to make her sit as close as possible. He told a really scary one that Goku had made up. Bulma squished up, and said that it was her turn for a creepy one.

"There once was a little boy who couldn't go to sleep at night. He kept hearing things in his house...right down the hall. He got out of bed and went into his parents room and asked them to go look and see what it was with him. They got out of bed, but he made them stop off and get his sister to come too. They all heard the sound getting louder, and louder...It was coming from the bathroom. They all creeped into the bathroom, and looked into the toilet. There were two ants on a piece of poop singing, 'When the log rolls over, we will all be dead.'...The End."

Vegeta started to snigger. That was the woman's scary story? Apparently she was thinking the same thing, and she started to laugh. Vegeta joined her, but they were rudely interrupted by Goku coming on the loudspeaker.

"What are you two doing? It's time for sleep!"

"Just because the lights are out, it doesn't mean we have to go to sleep, Kakorrot. Why are you up? What flavour is it this time? Rocky road, or cherry swirl?"

"Neither. It's marshmellow chocolate. You two need to go to sleep."

"You stuck us in here, so were gonna make the best of it if we can. You are intruding upon our private ghost story telling session, please leave."

"Oh, I see how it is. I'll leave you two to...whatever you plan on doing."

"Kakorrot, you are a sick, dirty-"

"Vegeta, just leave him alone. It's your turn to tell the next story."

Vegeta smirked, and said to Goku, "You may leave now. Her highness commands it, and so does her humble servant."

Goku laughed and left them alone.

"What should I tell you? A scary one?"

"Sure." Bulma was planning on making Vegeta squeamish so that he would turn red. She liked it when he turned red...he looked so cute. She was going to take her life into her hands and let Vegeta kiss her...more like MAKE him kiss her. She paid no attention to what Vegeta's story was, but when she assumed it was the scary part, she snuggled into his lap a bit further.

It turned out that that was the scary part of the story, so Vegeta asked, "Am I scaring you? Should I stop?"

"Oh, no, you're not scaring me one bit...Keep going."

"Are you sure? Because I don't have to keep going."

"No, no, you go ahead and keep telling it."

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying, or are you thinking of something else?"

"Actually, I was thinking of something else. Can we have another smore? Please?"

Vegeta sighed and said, "Why not." Vegeta gave Bulma a nudge, and she got up.

When she was making the smores by the refrigerator light, she said to Vegeta, "Those are...interesting, uh...pajamas you've got..." Vegeta smirked. He stood there in his black boxers with red devils on.

"I like my night clothes. They give me character. Besides, you're wearing bunny shorts and a bunny t-shirt."

"Do you want to wear them? They'd give you more character than you could imagine."

"And look like an idiot? I don't think so. I don't want to ruin my reputation by wearing girly clothes and especially pink ones."

Bulma laughed, and started to bring the plate of smores over. She had also sneaked the bottle out of the refrigerator, so it made her stomach bulge.

"What is in your shirt, Bulma? Did you take that thing out again?"

Bulma didn't answer. What happened next wasn't planned, but it worked to both of their advantages. Bulma tripped, and fell face forward into his lap. Vegeta leaned forward to help her up, and she leaned up and kissed him. Vegeta fell backwards, carrying Bulma with him. She squirmed off of him, and ran to the bathroom.

Whilst she was in there with the bottle, she was thinking to herself. Very subtle, Bulma old girl. Now he probably thinks you're an idiot. She took a couple of swigs, and put the bottle down. I wonder if Goku paid a lot of money for this...Maybe if I dumped it out he would leave Vegeta and I alone...Bulma took one last swig, and dumped it out into the toilet. She brought the bottle back out, and put it in Vegeta's hands. She then got into her sleeping bag, and tried to go to sleep.

Vegeta sat, still stunned with the bottle in his hand, and his mouth wide open. He shook the bottle, and wondered in slight horror if she had drunk the rest of it, which would have been quite a significant amount for someone so tiny.

"Hey, Bulma," he said gently and quietly. "Did you drink the rest of the bottle?"

"Are you worried that you won't get any more? You want more, don't you? I'm not surprised. It was awfully tasty," she said, sitting up and looking at him in the dark. She turned off her flashlight, and turned over.

"No, that's not it. But if you did drink the rest, you could be really sick. And I don't think you'll like how you feel."

"I know all about hangovers. I don't know personally, but I've had to take six billion years of D.A.R.E., and I should know it by now. "

"Well, Goku made that stuff. It's a recipe from the planet Vegetasaii, and I say that you are going to be really miserable tomorrow."

"Don't be a mister know-it-all. It's not very attractive...Good night."

Vegeta grunted, and turned off his flashlight. He then rolled over and went to sleep. It seemed to him that she had forgotten the whole kissy thing that had 'accidentally' happened. What would tomorrow hold? Would Bulma be in the bathroom all day? He certianly hoped so for the sake of awkwardness...