Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love, Trust, and an Alien ❯ A day in the life of a Prince ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any anime, merely the ideas I plot within my head, sadly.

 

ONE DAY! (sobs)

 

I also don't have the rights to the idea of the gravity machine blowing up or whatever, I think that happened in the anime, not sure because I missed a few episodes between “Bye bye Sexy Trunks-from-the-future” and “ -Gasp- the Doctor is an Android!” parts. But I must say I loved when Piccolo (did I spell that right?) and Goku had to get their drivers licenses ^-^.

 

I also don't know who gave Bulma's mother the name “Bunny”. I will currently be using it because I can't think of anything better to describe her. If the author that gave her that name (unless it's her real name…) does not want me to use it, please email me or write a review saying “DON'T STEAL MY NAME YOU CRAZY CHILD!” or something along that lines so I know and I'll change it. But it was never my idea and I take no credit to it.

 

Author's Note: Sorry it's taken me so long to write the next chapter, lets just say I've had a lot to deal with in the last week, hope you all forgive me and what not.

 

(July 4th, 2005) I want to say thank you to my WONDERFUL reviewie, “katie_lovey_anime”. She made my day since mine was so horrible yesterday. Any who, hope you like and might give me some more reviews! (cough cough hint hint cough cough). Did anyone miss that?

 

(updated on July 9th) I just noticed another reviewie! Thanks so much “EbonyBlaze134”! Glad to have another listener talk to me. I'm thinking about telling my wonderful reviewies what I plan on doing in the net few chapters… maybe or maybe not!

 

Ich liebe Veggie-chan und Bulma ^-^ <- German

 

“Talking”

`Thoughts'

(my meaningless side comments)

words that are emphasized

words that are important

 

On to the next chapter ^-^

 

<(“<) A day in the life of a Prince (>”)>

 

(wonder who this chapter is gonna be about… hmmm hard to figure out O.O)

 

3996, 3997, 3998, 3999… 4000

 

Vegeta got down from the hanging contraption that Goku had used for doing sit-ups, so of course Vegeta used it. His stomach grumbled which told him it was near lunchtime. So he turned the gravity from 400 back to normal, stretched a little to relax his muscles from his intense workout and headed to the kitchen in the housing area of the capsule corporation's estate. (Grounds, whatever you wanna call it -.-)

 

The sweet scents of the passing flowers filled his nose and he let out a very, very small smile. Though he would never admit it to anyone, he liked it here. It was a lot better then the spaceships and a slimy little lizard that would beat and criticize you every moment; who would spit comments that would merely get you within an inch of your life for replying to with anything more then a laugh, the punishing for anything other then perfection on his jobs. He stopped at the door and put the nightmares of his past behind him. He smirked. `At least Onna makes arguments more appealing.'

 

It was true, their arguments were mostly petty and of a habit, almost ritual every time they saw one another. Whether it be on his way he “sneaks” up her to give her sheer terror or her slow ability to get his things fixed from his various accidents within the compounds of the gravity machine; such as his boots, fighting armor, robots, etc. It was purely amusing. He would even go so far as to say he liked arguing with her, though he would never openly admit it.

 

But another grumble from his stomach tore him from his thoughts and he opened the door to the kitchen and he strolled in to notice Mrs. Bunny Briefs, Bulma's mother, was happily humming to herself while making numerous types of sandwiches that were piled onto on large plate. She turned and greeted him with her cheerful smile. “Hello Vegeta dear, I figured you would be in for something to eat. You never seem to miss a meal and you're always come around at the same time.” She hummed some more and placed his plate on the dining room table. She then went back and got her own plate and sat it across from his and got them some drinks. He sat at the table and started to eat slowly and watched her carefully. She bustled around and poured them both glasses of lemonade and she put one by her seat and one by him, leaving the pitcher next to it so he could get refill it. By the time she finally made it to her seat, he already finished two sandwiches.

 

“You know Vegeta dear-” and that's when he tuned her annoy voice out of his head. He just chewed his food, sipped his drink or refilled his glass. It was so much of habit. She babbled on about everything, and he meant everything. From lipstick to parties to lacey bras, yes lacey bras, he heard her talk about everything. Every once and a while she said something worthwhile. And today happened to be such a day.

 

“Bulma also asked me to remind you that your not suppose to use the gravity machine over, how much, oh yes, over 300. She doesn't you to mess it up or something like that.” She smiled and sipped her drink. The woman was barely done with her lunch and she still continued to talk. “I wish you wouldn't work so much, Vegeta honey-” What was with her constant affectionate names? “You could really hurt yourself. You make us all worry, Vegeta dear, are you paying attention?” He nodded slowly and looked at the woman. She smiled and continued. “You work awfully hard to help our planet, Dr. Briefs and myself are very appreciative of what you're doing, so don't hesitate to ask for something you need, alright? I hope you will look at this place as your home; perhaps one day.” The phone began to ring. (No he is not stupid to machines, he lived in a space ship for crying out loud!) “Oh, the phone; I better get that Vegeta sweetie. Be careful as you train!” She got up, leaving her drink and sandwich to get the phone call. He soon heard her babbling with one of her various bubbly friends like herself. Once he was finished he got up and put the plate in the sink with the empty pitcher and glass. (he is no uncivil monkey!) (alright, I stretched it!)

 

He made his way outside into the courtyard, back towards the gravity machine. It was his quiet little path. He looked up at one of the business buildings and grinned when he saw the blue haired woman watching him and quickly turned away with a reddened face. It had been a week since she at spook, let alone seen one another. It at least kept her away so he could train, though their ritual arguments were his entertainment.

 

He opened the hatch to the gravity chamber and entered. `No higher then three hundred huh?' he laughed a little, turning it up to 450 and started to stretch and went back to sit ups.

 

+== Bulma's Office ==+

 

He had caught her watching him. She turned away with a flushed face. Once she was sure he wasn't looking, she turned around and watched him get into the gravity machine. How DARE he do that to her. Since that night, she hadn't slept well. Whenever she closed her eyes she remembered his eyes on her, those dark and lustful eyes. `He is purposely toying with me to get on my nerves. I swear sometimes that man is such, such a-' Her thought were interrupted by an explosion. Her eyes widened as the smoke cleared and she noticed where it came from.

 

“Susan, cancel everything for the rest of the day!” She hurried out of her office. `Please, Please be alive.' Her mind raced. The explosion came from the gravity machine, which blasted the entire thing apart. Luckily it wasn't close to any major buildings, only her father's gardens, which seemed to have been slightly damaged.

 

Emergency Clean-Up bots were already on the seen when she got there. She searched the rumble frantically until she found a stubborn Prince lying under some heavy debris. Her heart fell as she saw the cuts and bruises all over what she could see of him and she had no doubt he had broken bones.

 

“Vegeta, can you hear me? “ She tried her best to move the wreckage off him but she wasn't able. The emergency bots came over and started lifting stuff off him. She put her fingers to his throat and felt a faint heartbeat and reached for his hand. “Vegeta, Vegeta, please hold on. Vegeta, please don't die.”

 

<(“<) Fin (>”)>

 

Author's Note: Was that NOT a bad place to end? I know, I'm evil sometimes! But that means you have to keep reading. (and you still have to deal with me!)

 

I wanna thank everyone that is reading this and especially thank those who are reviewing and giving me some feedback.