Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Green Horizons ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Letta 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.12.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 314 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.12.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 314 | Status: Work In Progress
Green Horizons
By: Letta
Disclaimer: I don't own it, and if I said I did, absolutely no one would believe me anyway... mainly because I survive solely on Hot Pockets... which I also do not own.
Rating: R or NC-17 Wherever I decide to go with this.
Warnings: Well, I guess references to yaoi relationships, abuse... sort of... OOC, probably AU, later on there'll probably be some graphic sexual situations, and by probably, I mean there will be... maybe a little dark humor, some violence... and anything else that could possibly be offensive or ishy that might come up. Also, writer's block hit at the synopsis... that's why there is none. Oh, and now that this has come up, angst... specifically for Goku. He'll probably suffer.
Pairings: Piccolo x Bulma!!! Vegeta x ?... maybe...
Notes: Well, all my testing is done, which was the result of all my classes mysteriously finishing a chapter/section in the same week, causing me to be tested in EVERYTHING! School upsets me. The point is: I can focus on this thing a little more. Theoretically.
*denotes thought* "denotes speaking" //denotes flashbacks// #denotes whatever the hell I want it to denote# One more thing... special thanks to Lordess for letting me use her "ki block" idea.
Chichi landed softly on the ground. So far, escape was a success. It was made unbelievably easier with help from someone, though she couldn't figure out whom exactly. Whoever it was must have believed her. She had been left with a certain gym bag full of various equipment that would help to make her escape that much more possible. She had found it on her bed in the form of a capsule when she entered her room for the night. She had already been planning on her breakout for that week, and the surprise happened to up the date. She was, however, a little disappointed. They were going to make yarn and Popsicle stick decorations tomorrow. Sometimes, fun comes second.
Now, she was dressed head to toe in black and stealthily making her way away from the building. Before she left, she had made one important stop at the office of her doctor, for the remote for the ki blocks. She had discovered it locked away in his desk, but the bag had been thoroughly packed, and a lock-picking kit had been thoughtfully included. She also found a shockingly large collection of pictures of her doctor's feet decorated with nail polish.*
Chichi rifled through the items in her gym bag, finding a capsule marked that it was a car. She jogged two blocks away before she dared open it. It happened to be a nice car, a 1971 Camaro Z-28, fast and sleek. Someone was willing to spend something to get her out, which left her thoroughly confused. Why someone wouldn't just cheap it up and get her a Geo was beyond her. Chichi's mind turned to Bulma, but she had been the one to invent the ki blocks just for her. *Thoughtful* she griped bitterly to herself.
Chichi drove far past the outskirts of town before pulling over. She also discovered a capsule house and close to five thousand dollars in cash. *Bulma certainly could afford to do this... but somehow, I don't think it was her at all...*
The black haired woman chose a discreet location and then popped her capsule house, and re-capsulated the car. She would have to sleep on this.
*****
Piccolo growled angrily in frustration. He couldn't recall a time when he had experienced so much difficulty meditating. His thoughts continuously wandered to pools of blue crystal delicately set in the fair frame of a beautiful face. The namek had always known Bulma was gorgeous, but until recently, he had never really paid much attention. It had been three days since that barbeque, and she was still interrupting his thoughts.
He pardoned the interruption.
Once again, his cheek burned in the spot where her lips had caressed it. The burn spread across his face, turning it a deep purple, and he was glad no one was around to witness it. Unconsciously, he raised his fingers to lightly stroke the patch of skin. When the pit of his stomach began to tingle however, he cut off the line of thought and snapped his eyes open, deciding to do a brief workout.
Before he could start, though, his sensitive ears picked up a faint humming that was becoming louder and louder. As he looked to the sky, he could make out a faint shape coming towards him. It didn't take him long to figure out that it was a plane, and soon he could see the familiar symbol of the Capsule Corp. on the side of it. It was one of the few corporate logos he knew, and the only one that could grab his attention.
He stood silently with his arms folded as the plane landed in the clearing he was in. When a well-shaped female leg stepped out, attached to a blue-haired beauty, he couldn't help but notice how his heart sped up.
Bulma waved to him with a smile and encapsulated her plane. She walked over to him, fairly bouncing with each light step she took. She had purposely chosen a close-fitting, blue-checked, short summer dress for this. She noticed that Yamcha, Vegeta, and even Goku had looked at her appreciatively when she wore it. It had the unique ability of accenting all the right features, and diminishing all the flaws, which were minimal enough as it was. She was hoping for it to have the same effect on the namek.
It did.
Piccolo found he was having a hard time from keeping his breath catching in his throat, and was glad he could set his face into a mask of stone.
She walked up to him, one hip at a time. The light caught in her eyes, and made them sparkle like sapphires as her full red lips spread openly over her pearly white teeth.
The namek never stood a chance.
"Hey Piccolo, I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house tonight, at around seven?" her voice floated to his ears sounding like music. Poor boy never saw it coming.
"Uh... sure," he said, slightly dazed, and completely unable to refuse, even if he had wanted to.
*****
Vegeta sat miserably, Kakkarot chattering nonsense into his ear. He had not been able to find the object of his affections after he left the barbeque, and the fool had come searching after him moments later. He had told him to go away, but the idiot seemed to think he was kidding or something. He had tried fighting the man off, but the baka had thought they were sparring. Curse his own weakness! If he could, the prince would not hesitate in killing the man.
He had to go. He had to go find... but first, he had to get rid of Kakkarot.
A half-baked idea formed slightly in his mind, but at the moment, he was willing to try it.
"Kakkarot." Immediately he had the attention of the other man.
"Yeah?"
"Go get me a glass of water."
"Sure," he said, getting up and running inside Capsule Corp. to the kitchen. As soon as Vegeta sensed that the man was far enough inside the house, he hid his ki and took off at a breakneck speed. He ran about three blocks before he hailed a cab and ordered to be taken to the city limits.
When the taxi let him out, he dug in his pockets and handed the man a small wad of cash, then watched as he drove off. He felt Kakkarot searching for him during the ride. The man had been calm about it at first, but now his power signal felt frantic. Vegeta laughed loudly. There were a few stares.
Then, the prince locked onto another ki signature, this one far more alluring, but also far more distant. A smirk settled on Vegeta's face as he pulled out an air car capsule and popped it open. The smirk slipped for a second when he wondered why he had just wasted money on a cab. The people staring at him wondered that, too.
He decided it wouldn't matter soon enough, especially if he had indeed lost Kakkarot. Before long, the prince was speeding madly away, little coherent thought on his mind.
*****
Chichi watched as Vegeta bolted as soon as Goku had gone inside. *So, he hadn't tried to steal my husband... good boy. Goku, though, I'm not through with you yet.* She set her binoculars aside, wondering who, if anyone, had found out about her escape. No one would probably notice until she failed to show up to her daily meeting with her doctor. Ridgeview believed in letting their patients roam about freely, letting them wander around from six in the morning until ten at night. They didn't come to wake you up in the morning, and only looked around for you when it was time to go to therapy. They shouldn't miss her for another hour. More than enough time for her doctor to fill up a few more rolls of film on his feet.
She had checked on her children, but there was nothing out of the ordinary there, either, other than Gohan talking to himself, and occasionally answering. She wondered if all that studying she made him do had fried his brain. If that were the case, Goten would never go insane. The kid was as dumb as a rock. The two thoughts that were left circling in her mind regarded who had kindly left her the bag of equipment, and how to get back at her 'loving' husband.
*****
Bulma answered the door, and let Piccolo in. He was wearing his typical training gi. She had figured as much, but it didn't matter. She herself, was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket, with sunglasses resting on the top of her head. They were going out for a night on the town, so to speak. Well, maybe above the town.
"Glad you made it," she said, "Just a second, I have to grab my pack." Before the namek could reply, she was gone, but was back just as quickly, snapping shut a capsule case.
"Ready?" she asked, a decidedly mischievous grin settled on her face.
"For what?" he asked, quirking an eye ridge.
"You'll see, if you don't mind chauffeuring me around," she added with a wink. To say the namek did mind would be a lie, and lying is bad. Piccolo may be badass, but he is no longer bad. It irks Goku to no end that he wasn't the one to convert the surly namek, too. Suck on it, Goku.
Piccolo gladly wrapped an arm around Bulma's waist and flew off to where she directed him, like something out of a frickin' romance novel.
*****
Vegeta parked the car, got out, and re-capsulated it.
"Vegeta! What are you doing here?"
The prince struggled desperately to keep the look of longing from his face, finally succeeding. The other man's sparring partner whispered something to him, winked at Vegeta, and then sped off. The saiyan was left alone with the object of his affections, at last.
"I'm here to see you, Tien," Vegeta said softly.
*1 To be perfectly honest, I can't take credit for that. It wasn't made up. My sister-in-law works in a photo hut thing, and she was telling us one time how this one guy had rolls and rolls (more than one, folks) of film of his feet in women's shoes. Personally, I only use one roll of film, but maybe he got a discount... I was just kidding, I don't take pictures of my feet.
A/N: "TIEN? TIEN?!" I think that's probably the response I'll get, but I couldn't help it. I think it's funny. Just remember: when you try to beat me, you'll have to catch me first, and I'm quicker than I look. Anyway, sorry this took so long to get out. I learned my lesson and will never again begin a story in September, October, or November. That's about how long it takes me to get back into school. Pathetic.
Reading over this (I can't remember the last time I actually did that), I noticed there was a lot of fluff and just plain weirdness. It seemed a little like rambling, much like I'm doing now. To think I originally planned this to be a one-shot. It also seems like I hate Goku with a fiery passion, not so. So many people just think the world of him and it's gone to his head, I'm doing him a favor by bringing him back down to earth.
Damn! I forgot to make fun of Yamcha! Next time.
By: Letta
Disclaimer: I don't own it, and if I said I did, absolutely no one would believe me anyway... mainly because I survive solely on Hot Pockets... which I also do not own.
Rating: R or NC-17 Wherever I decide to go with this.
Warnings: Well, I guess references to yaoi relationships, abuse... sort of... OOC, probably AU, later on there'll probably be some graphic sexual situations, and by probably, I mean there will be... maybe a little dark humor, some violence... and anything else that could possibly be offensive or ishy that might come up. Also, writer's block hit at the synopsis... that's why there is none. Oh, and now that this has come up, angst... specifically for Goku. He'll probably suffer.
Pairings: Piccolo x Bulma!!! Vegeta x ?... maybe...
Notes: Well, all my testing is done, which was the result of all my classes mysteriously finishing a chapter/section in the same week, causing me to be tested in EVERYTHING! School upsets me. The point is: I can focus on this thing a little more. Theoretically.
*denotes thought* "denotes speaking" //denotes flashbacks// #denotes whatever the hell I want it to denote# One more thing... special thanks to Lordess for letting me use her "ki block" idea.
Chichi landed softly on the ground. So far, escape was a success. It was made unbelievably easier with help from someone, though she couldn't figure out whom exactly. Whoever it was must have believed her. She had been left with a certain gym bag full of various equipment that would help to make her escape that much more possible. She had found it on her bed in the form of a capsule when she entered her room for the night. She had already been planning on her breakout for that week, and the surprise happened to up the date. She was, however, a little disappointed. They were going to make yarn and Popsicle stick decorations tomorrow. Sometimes, fun comes second.
Now, she was dressed head to toe in black and stealthily making her way away from the building. Before she left, she had made one important stop at the office of her doctor, for the remote for the ki blocks. She had discovered it locked away in his desk, but the bag had been thoroughly packed, and a lock-picking kit had been thoughtfully included. She also found a shockingly large collection of pictures of her doctor's feet decorated with nail polish.*
Chichi rifled through the items in her gym bag, finding a capsule marked that it was a car. She jogged two blocks away before she dared open it. It happened to be a nice car, a 1971 Camaro Z-28, fast and sleek. Someone was willing to spend something to get her out, which left her thoroughly confused. Why someone wouldn't just cheap it up and get her a Geo was beyond her. Chichi's mind turned to Bulma, but she had been the one to invent the ki blocks just for her. *Thoughtful* she griped bitterly to herself.
Chichi drove far past the outskirts of town before pulling over. She also discovered a capsule house and close to five thousand dollars in cash. *Bulma certainly could afford to do this... but somehow, I don't think it was her at all...*
The black haired woman chose a discreet location and then popped her capsule house, and re-capsulated the car. She would have to sleep on this.
*****
Piccolo growled angrily in frustration. He couldn't recall a time when he had experienced so much difficulty meditating. His thoughts continuously wandered to pools of blue crystal delicately set in the fair frame of a beautiful face. The namek had always known Bulma was gorgeous, but until recently, he had never really paid much attention. It had been three days since that barbeque, and she was still interrupting his thoughts.
He pardoned the interruption.
Once again, his cheek burned in the spot where her lips had caressed it. The burn spread across his face, turning it a deep purple, and he was glad no one was around to witness it. Unconsciously, he raised his fingers to lightly stroke the patch of skin. When the pit of his stomach began to tingle however, he cut off the line of thought and snapped his eyes open, deciding to do a brief workout.
Before he could start, though, his sensitive ears picked up a faint humming that was becoming louder and louder. As he looked to the sky, he could make out a faint shape coming towards him. It didn't take him long to figure out that it was a plane, and soon he could see the familiar symbol of the Capsule Corp. on the side of it. It was one of the few corporate logos he knew, and the only one that could grab his attention.
He stood silently with his arms folded as the plane landed in the clearing he was in. When a well-shaped female leg stepped out, attached to a blue-haired beauty, he couldn't help but notice how his heart sped up.
Bulma waved to him with a smile and encapsulated her plane. She walked over to him, fairly bouncing with each light step she took. She had purposely chosen a close-fitting, blue-checked, short summer dress for this. She noticed that Yamcha, Vegeta, and even Goku had looked at her appreciatively when she wore it. It had the unique ability of accenting all the right features, and diminishing all the flaws, which were minimal enough as it was. She was hoping for it to have the same effect on the namek.
It did.
Piccolo found he was having a hard time from keeping his breath catching in his throat, and was glad he could set his face into a mask of stone.
She walked up to him, one hip at a time. The light caught in her eyes, and made them sparkle like sapphires as her full red lips spread openly over her pearly white teeth.
The namek never stood a chance.
"Hey Piccolo, I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house tonight, at around seven?" her voice floated to his ears sounding like music. Poor boy never saw it coming.
"Uh... sure," he said, slightly dazed, and completely unable to refuse, even if he had wanted to.
*****
Vegeta sat miserably, Kakkarot chattering nonsense into his ear. He had not been able to find the object of his affections after he left the barbeque, and the fool had come searching after him moments later. He had told him to go away, but the idiot seemed to think he was kidding or something. He had tried fighting the man off, but the baka had thought they were sparring. Curse his own weakness! If he could, the prince would not hesitate in killing the man.
He had to go. He had to go find... but first, he had to get rid of Kakkarot.
A half-baked idea formed slightly in his mind, but at the moment, he was willing to try it.
"Kakkarot." Immediately he had the attention of the other man.
"Yeah?"
"Go get me a glass of water."
"Sure," he said, getting up and running inside Capsule Corp. to the kitchen. As soon as Vegeta sensed that the man was far enough inside the house, he hid his ki and took off at a breakneck speed. He ran about three blocks before he hailed a cab and ordered to be taken to the city limits.
When the taxi let him out, he dug in his pockets and handed the man a small wad of cash, then watched as he drove off. He felt Kakkarot searching for him during the ride. The man had been calm about it at first, but now his power signal felt frantic. Vegeta laughed loudly. There were a few stares.
Then, the prince locked onto another ki signature, this one far more alluring, but also far more distant. A smirk settled on Vegeta's face as he pulled out an air car capsule and popped it open. The smirk slipped for a second when he wondered why he had just wasted money on a cab. The people staring at him wondered that, too.
He decided it wouldn't matter soon enough, especially if he had indeed lost Kakkarot. Before long, the prince was speeding madly away, little coherent thought on his mind.
*****
Chichi watched as Vegeta bolted as soon as Goku had gone inside. *So, he hadn't tried to steal my husband... good boy. Goku, though, I'm not through with you yet.* She set her binoculars aside, wondering who, if anyone, had found out about her escape. No one would probably notice until she failed to show up to her daily meeting with her doctor. Ridgeview believed in letting their patients roam about freely, letting them wander around from six in the morning until ten at night. They didn't come to wake you up in the morning, and only looked around for you when it was time to go to therapy. They shouldn't miss her for another hour. More than enough time for her doctor to fill up a few more rolls of film on his feet.
She had checked on her children, but there was nothing out of the ordinary there, either, other than Gohan talking to himself, and occasionally answering. She wondered if all that studying she made him do had fried his brain. If that were the case, Goten would never go insane. The kid was as dumb as a rock. The two thoughts that were left circling in her mind regarded who had kindly left her the bag of equipment, and how to get back at her 'loving' husband.
*****
Bulma answered the door, and let Piccolo in. He was wearing his typical training gi. She had figured as much, but it didn't matter. She herself, was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket, with sunglasses resting on the top of her head. They were going out for a night on the town, so to speak. Well, maybe above the town.
"Glad you made it," she said, "Just a second, I have to grab my pack." Before the namek could reply, she was gone, but was back just as quickly, snapping shut a capsule case.
"Ready?" she asked, a decidedly mischievous grin settled on her face.
"For what?" he asked, quirking an eye ridge.
"You'll see, if you don't mind chauffeuring me around," she added with a wink. To say the namek did mind would be a lie, and lying is bad. Piccolo may be badass, but he is no longer bad. It irks Goku to no end that he wasn't the one to convert the surly namek, too. Suck on it, Goku.
Piccolo gladly wrapped an arm around Bulma's waist and flew off to where she directed him, like something out of a frickin' romance novel.
*****
Vegeta parked the car, got out, and re-capsulated it.
"Vegeta! What are you doing here?"
The prince struggled desperately to keep the look of longing from his face, finally succeeding. The other man's sparring partner whispered something to him, winked at Vegeta, and then sped off. The saiyan was left alone with the object of his affections, at last.
"I'm here to see you, Tien," Vegeta said softly.
*1 To be perfectly honest, I can't take credit for that. It wasn't made up. My sister-in-law works in a photo hut thing, and she was telling us one time how this one guy had rolls and rolls (more than one, folks) of film of his feet in women's shoes. Personally, I only use one roll of film, but maybe he got a discount... I was just kidding, I don't take pictures of my feet.
A/N: "TIEN? TIEN?!" I think that's probably the response I'll get, but I couldn't help it. I think it's funny. Just remember: when you try to beat me, you'll have to catch me first, and I'm quicker than I look. Anyway, sorry this took so long to get out. I learned my lesson and will never again begin a story in September, October, or November. That's about how long it takes me to get back into school. Pathetic.
Reading over this (I can't remember the last time I actually did that), I noticed there was a lot of fluff and just plain weirdness. It seemed a little like rambling, much like I'm doing now. To think I originally planned this to be a one-shot. It also seems like I hate Goku with a fiery passion, not so. So many people just think the world of him and it's gone to his head, I'm doing him a favor by bringing him back down to earth.
Damn! I forgot to make fun of Yamcha! Next time.