Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Squares ❯ Ingrdient : None at the Moment ( Chapter 1 )
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By: moonsaiyanprincess 
Time : Morning (7:30 AM)
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.23.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Time : Morning (7:30 AM)
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.23.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
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Me no own DBZ. Now Brianna mad!
Sup people's. This was *supposed to be a one shot, but my sick mind has twisted it into a 6 chapter thingy. *sigh* Enjoy, this all happens in one day.
Chapter 1
Time : Morning (7:30 AM)
Ingrdient : None at the Moment
Bulma stretched lazily, the peeking sunlight in her room greeting her for the newest day. The next day to work...hypothesize scientifical issues...and much to her demise...be the slave to her alien roomate.
Bulma gritted her teeth at that thought. She may have had the guts to stand up to Vegeta, but Bulma could only wonder if Vegeta would some day live up to his slightly convincing death threats. She sighed tiredly.
*Only time will tell...* Bulma thought.
Bulma scooted out of the bed and trudged to her closet. Wanting to match the weather for today, a heatwave, Bulma wanted something hot and loose. She grinned when she pulled a tiny pair of blue denim shorts and a tiny red tank top. Yeah the shirt unveiled a lot of cleavage, but she did not want to use *cough* baby powder like her mother for the not so sickningly sticky feeling in her bosom.
Satisfied with her selection, she dressed and walked downstairs greeted by the smell of breakfast and the sound of young at heart girlish giggling and angry chomping and hissing. Bulma walked down just in time to stop Vegeta from silencing her mothr once and for all. Though the scene before her was humurous in itself, Vegeta being one of the strongest on the planet, yet having the patience of a short hair was sad.
There standing was her mother at the stove, flipping hotcakes into the air, while prodling on about menial things, like clothes, little cakes, and the duller points of life. And there, behind her unsuspecting mother was Vegeta, grinding his teeth in frstration, breaking a mild sweat, eyes wide, the protruding vein, all in a attempt to hold back his left strinking hand which was in mid air, and very close to the back of Mrs. Briefs's head.
Bulma held his hand down, and noticed mild relief flicker in his eyes, only to eb covered by the dark coldness Bulma was all to use to. He stepped back, grumbled a few things and left through the back door towards the gravity room.
"Mother" Bulam droned.
"Oh dear I didn't notice you there"
*sigh* "You really have to stop telling your tales to Vegeta. You know how he is?"
"I can't help being myself Bulma, sit down and eat."
Bulma sat down and stared at Vegeta's 7th plate which was half eaten.
*Knowing him, he'll return to finish once mom runs off*
Mrs. Briefs handed Bulma her plate, then the phone rang. Mrs. Briefs picked up the phone, and even though the conversation was being held just a few feet away, Bulma could hear the straining in the person's voice on the recieving end. Mrs. Briefs giggled and placed the phone back in it's cradle.
"What's up mom?"
"That was your father dear. He needs me to bring him something, his hands are tied, all his capsules have dissapeared, and what he needs is in the safe, and only I and he know the code."
"Oh I can take it down" Bulma offered.
"Your father said no. You need to stop doing things around here, so I'll do it"
Bulma leaned back in her chair and saw her mother skiddle off. After finishing her stack of hot cakes, she heard Vegeta's gold tipped boots click on the tile. He looked around suspiciously, raising a eyebrow at every direction he inspected.
"She's gone Vegeta, and apparently she'll be gone for a while"
"I didn't ask you anything wench"
"Hey, atleast I'm not the one afraid of a chipper older woman" Bulma said casually.
Vegeta was about to say a comback, when his stomach reminded Vegeta what he was hear for. He sat down across Bulma and continued where he left off.
"BULMA...I'LL BE BACK LATER BUH BYE!!!!!!!!!!!" Mrs. Broefs shouted.
Mrs. Briefs voice upset Vegeta again, and out of anger, he clenched his fork in his hands, bending it out of shape.
"Geeez Vegeta! I wish you'd stop doing that!" Bulma screeched.
Knowing Vegeta was ignoring her, having something far much more intresting to consume his time (food), she stood up and walked over to the island in the kicthen. She looked down and noticed that her mother had left ingredients out in the open.
*Mom must have intended on making Lemon Squares...I guess I'll make them* Bulma thought.
Now Bulma only knew how to make certain food dishes perfect. Pot Roast, ramen noodles, coffee and other beverages, and last of all, Lemon Squares, confectionate sugar topping in all. Bulma flexed her knuckles and glanced over all the items near her, Vegeta saw her observing.
"I hope for all our sakes you don't plan to actually cook"
"For your information Vegeta, I may not be a cook all the way around, but I can make a mean set of Lemon Squares!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and pushed away his tall stack of dishes.
"You should be more concerned with making the gravity room cooler."
"Now why would I want to make your life any easier for you? You've been to hell right? so the heat in that room shouldn't be any diffrent!"
Vegeta growled and stepped up to her ready to strike her, but Bulma simply grinned at him, egging him on to do the thinkable.
"About to being blasted isn't something to smirk over"
"Vegeta, you will not kill me, blast me, fry me, slice me, dispose of me, or any other act where you are the victor. If you are stupid enough to try and kill me, not only will you have to deal with Goku, the rest of the gang, my dad and my mom"
"What can those weakling do to I?" Vegeta said triumphantly.
"Well, Goku can kick your ass, the gang can hold you down while Goku kicks your ass, my dad won't fix the gravity room, and my mom will wail and cry around you and your sensetive hearing. Imagine it Vegeta, excessive crying, the fierce volume, the high screeching, the close proximity"
Vegets shivered at the torture if and when Bulma was killed by his hand. He could imagine himself either blasting Mrs. Briefs, or crying misserably against a tree. Angry that Bulma won this match, he stormed off to the gravity room. Bulma hummed happily to herself and prepared to wash the bowls needed for today's newest task.
Well how was the first chapter? Should I continue? What could happen just by making Lemon Squares? O.o
Wanna be on my update list? Just ask to join my Mailing List in a REVIEW or send a e-mail and ask and I'll invite you. XD
Me no own DBZ. Now Brianna mad!
Sup people's. This was *supposed to be a one shot, but my sick mind has twisted it into a 6 chapter thingy. *sigh* Enjoy, this all happens in one day.
Chapter 1
Time : Morning (7:30 AM)
Ingrdient : None at the Moment
Bulma stretched lazily, the peeking sunlight in her room greeting her for the newest day. The next day to work...hypothesize scientifical issues...and much to her demise...be the slave to her alien roomate.
Bulma gritted her teeth at that thought. She may have had the guts to stand up to Vegeta, but Bulma could only wonder if Vegeta would some day live up to his slightly convincing death threats. She sighed tiredly.
*Only time will tell...* Bulma thought.
Bulma scooted out of the bed and trudged to her closet. Wanting to match the weather for today, a heatwave, Bulma wanted something hot and loose. She grinned when she pulled a tiny pair of blue denim shorts and a tiny red tank top. Yeah the shirt unveiled a lot of cleavage, but she did not want to use *cough* baby powder like her mother for the not so sickningly sticky feeling in her bosom.
Satisfied with her selection, she dressed and walked downstairs greeted by the smell of breakfast and the sound of young at heart girlish giggling and angry chomping and hissing. Bulma walked down just in time to stop Vegeta from silencing her mothr once and for all. Though the scene before her was humurous in itself, Vegeta being one of the strongest on the planet, yet having the patience of a short hair was sad.
There standing was her mother at the stove, flipping hotcakes into the air, while prodling on about menial things, like clothes, little cakes, and the duller points of life. And there, behind her unsuspecting mother was Vegeta, grinding his teeth in frstration, breaking a mild sweat, eyes wide, the protruding vein, all in a attempt to hold back his left strinking hand which was in mid air, and very close to the back of Mrs. Briefs's head.
Bulma held his hand down, and noticed mild relief flicker in his eyes, only to eb covered by the dark coldness Bulma was all to use to. He stepped back, grumbled a few things and left through the back door towards the gravity room.
"Mother" Bulam droned.
"Oh dear I didn't notice you there"
*sigh* "You really have to stop telling your tales to Vegeta. You know how he is?"
"I can't help being myself Bulma, sit down and eat."
Bulma sat down and stared at Vegeta's 7th plate which was half eaten.
*Knowing him, he'll return to finish once mom runs off*
Mrs. Briefs handed Bulma her plate, then the phone rang. Mrs. Briefs picked up the phone, and even though the conversation was being held just a few feet away, Bulma could hear the straining in the person's voice on the recieving end. Mrs. Briefs giggled and placed the phone back in it's cradle.
"What's up mom?"
"That was your father dear. He needs me to bring him something, his hands are tied, all his capsules have dissapeared, and what he needs is in the safe, and only I and he know the code."
"Oh I can take it down" Bulma offered.
"Your father said no. You need to stop doing things around here, so I'll do it"
Bulma leaned back in her chair and saw her mother skiddle off. After finishing her stack of hot cakes, she heard Vegeta's gold tipped boots click on the tile. He looked around suspiciously, raising a eyebrow at every direction he inspected.
"She's gone Vegeta, and apparently she'll be gone for a while"
"I didn't ask you anything wench"
"Hey, atleast I'm not the one afraid of a chipper older woman" Bulma said casually.
Vegeta was about to say a comback, when his stomach reminded Vegeta what he was hear for. He sat down across Bulma and continued where he left off.
"BULMA...I'LL BE BACK LATER BUH BYE!!!!!!!!!!!" Mrs. Broefs shouted.
Mrs. Briefs voice upset Vegeta again, and out of anger, he clenched his fork in his hands, bending it out of shape.
"Geeez Vegeta! I wish you'd stop doing that!" Bulma screeched.
Knowing Vegeta was ignoring her, having something far much more intresting to consume his time (food), she stood up and walked over to the island in the kicthen. She looked down and noticed that her mother had left ingredients out in the open.
*Mom must have intended on making Lemon Squares...I guess I'll make them* Bulma thought.
Now Bulma only knew how to make certain food dishes perfect. Pot Roast, ramen noodles, coffee and other beverages, and last of all, Lemon Squares, confectionate sugar topping in all. Bulma flexed her knuckles and glanced over all the items near her, Vegeta saw her observing.
"I hope for all our sakes you don't plan to actually cook"
"For your information Vegeta, I may not be a cook all the way around, but I can make a mean set of Lemon Squares!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and pushed away his tall stack of dishes.
"You should be more concerned with making the gravity room cooler."
"Now why would I want to make your life any easier for you? You've been to hell right? so the heat in that room shouldn't be any diffrent!"
Vegeta growled and stepped up to her ready to strike her, but Bulma simply grinned at him, egging him on to do the thinkable.
"About to being blasted isn't something to smirk over"
"Vegeta, you will not kill me, blast me, fry me, slice me, dispose of me, or any other act where you are the victor. If you are stupid enough to try and kill me, not only will you have to deal with Goku, the rest of the gang, my dad and my mom"
"What can those weakling do to I?" Vegeta said triumphantly.
"Well, Goku can kick your ass, the gang can hold you down while Goku kicks your ass, my dad won't fix the gravity room, and my mom will wail and cry around you and your sensetive hearing. Imagine it Vegeta, excessive crying, the fierce volume, the high screeching, the close proximity"
Vegets shivered at the torture if and when Bulma was killed by his hand. He could imagine himself either blasting Mrs. Briefs, or crying misserably against a tree. Angry that Bulma won this match, he stormed off to the gravity room. Bulma hummed happily to herself and prepared to wash the bowls needed for today's newest task.
Well how was the first chapter? Should I continue? What could happen just by making Lemon Squares? O.o
Wanna be on my update list? Just ask to join my Mailing List in a REVIEW or send a e-mail and ask and I'll invite you. XD