Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neighborhood Romances ❯ Had A Good Time But Not A Good Time To Go! (Part 2) ( Chapter 12 )

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To Muffy: Good ideas Muffy, but I'm afraid they'll be no time for all that^^; you'll see why ;)

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Last Time: Last time, Bulma and Vegeta's got a little messy but now things have calmed down and they're about to play a game of chest. It's a little too quiet that day though…let's see what happens.

Chapter 13 - Had A Good Time But Not A Good Time To Go! (Part 2)

"Mommy!" a little boy cried out. He tugged on his mother's shirt as they walked down the street.

"What, honey?" she spoke, looking ahead.

"There's a spaceship in the sky!" he pointed, frantically and excitedly.

"That's nice honey."

"No, really mommy, there's a spaceship!" he halted, jumping up and down.

"Stop it honey, come on! We're going to be late; there is no spaceship," she assured, pulling his arm and continuing to walk.

"Look! Now there's an alien in the sky with a big light toy!"

"Tomihito, there is no-" a bright, blinding light filled the sky. The woman turned around with a look of horror.

A loud scream was heard as light engulfed the city.

'Alright, now if I move here…' Bulma it her bottom lip. Vegeta and she were in the middle of a game of chess. She was very careful as she planned her next move, refusing to lose this time.

Vegeta had already won the last 4 games but not it looked as if Bulma was at an advantage. She had taken all of Vegeta's pieces except his king, queen, two pawns, and a rook. She had only lost a rook and a knight throughout the game.

Yet, Vegeta sat with the same blank look he'd had on his face since they began the game.

'Maybe this one,' Bulma reached out for a piece but quickly reconsidered when Vegeta gave a suspicious look.

'No, he wants me to do that! Stupid ass monkey!'

'Dumb bitch.'

Bulma went for another but jerked her hand away yet again.

'What does he think I am? An idiot?'

'Idiot. She could have had me.'

"Okay, I'll do this!" she moved her queen with gracefully and with no doubt in her mind, putting his king into check. "Now, beat that monkey boy," she snickered evilly.

Vegeta looked at the board, then back at her. She grinned, smelling defeat at her fingertips. Vegeta looked back down at the board and shook his head. With one swift move, he took out her queen with his, checkmating her king. He rolled his eyes, waiting for her to curse and yell…again.

"Damnit, how do you keep winning?! Ugh, we're doing something else!" she scrambled, throwing the pieces back into wooden, rectangular box. 'About damn time,' Vegeta thought. Bulma pushed the game aside, then gazed at the shaded window.

"By the way, Vegeta…" she paused, but just for a moment, "You never told me about your…"

"Planet." He finished. Vegeta became uncomfortably silent.

"Well, you did say you'd tell me about your planet," she shrugged.

"I don't know why you care so damn much anyway," he huffed, "but I'll tell you." He leaned back against the bedpost and stared at the ceiling, thinking back.

"The planet wasn't originally the saiyans. My father had stolen the planet from another race." Bulma felt the urge to comment on that but shut her mouth for peace's sake. "It was an ideal planet to my father; many suns to make the training outside more intense, the vicious, wild animals that attacked any time of the day to make one stay alert and sharpen survival skills, all the vast area to build on and train on." 'Much better than this damn planet.'

"Well wasn't it hard overthrowing an entire race by himself?" she inquired, crossing her arms.

"Please, that race was weak. You could have overthrown them," he spat. Bulma glared. "Continuing on… it was a great planet for a warrior race to live on. There was nothing 'beautiful' or 'heart-warming' about Vegeta-sei; you either got used to it, left, or died. It wasn't one big resort and no one came to our planet unless it was business."

"So I guess it wasn't exactly a tourist spot," she snorted.

"It will definitely never be now since it's been blown to hell. Now the surviving saiyans have scattered to different planets around the universe." Vegeta looked at her, for just a moment, but she could see and feel the pain seeping from his eyes for the split second before he turned away. Bulma was at a loss for words. She knew there was nothing she could do about the planet. Even if she could bring the planet back, she couldn't bring the people back within a year; someone had used the dragon balls recently (according to her father) and they wouldn't be back in time. And then there was the fact that whoever blew it up the first time would just do it again.

"I…I'm sorry about your planet. I know Earth isn't the best place ever but it's not really that bad, you know, just takes getting used to." Vegeta didn't reply and she suddenly started feeling foolish for saying anything. "I-I mean, not that your planet is easy to forget or something! I mean, it was a very, um…well, manly planet I guess," she scratched her head. 'I feel like Goku!'

Vegeta stared at her with an almost humored look. "You are quite unique, woman."

Bulma smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment," she winked. Taking a quick glance at her watch, she flipped.

"4:30 already?!" she jumped up. Vegeta watched her panicked movements in wonder.

"What the hell is at 4:30?"

"Uhh, well, I have to do something at 5:00 so, um, I'll see you later!"

"Do what?"

"Uhh…" she froze. 'Now what do I tell him?! If I say I'm meeting Yamcha, he'll be pissed, but if I lie, he'll know it and still be pissed!'

"I'm going to meet someone." 'At least I'm not lying,' she sweat-dropped.

"Fine. You know the way out."

"Now what are you getting all uptight about? You think I'm lying? I don't have anything to hide from you," she slapped her hands on her hips.

"Don't give yourself away woman. Goodbye." He got up and opened his bedroom door.

"I'm not giving anything away! Ugh, you're so annoying!" she was stomping out when-

*boom!*

The entire house shook, making Bulma fall to the floor.

"What the fuck was that?!" Bulma hollered. Jene came running up the stairs.

"Are you two okay?" she helped Bulma off the floor. Vegeta stood there, shock completely taking over his system. His mother waved her hand in front of his face.

"Vegeta?" Like a zombie, Vegeta walked to his window with no sound, no emotion and opened up the curtain. There he was. It was him. Staring dead into his eyes.

"Hello Vegeta," he mouthed and winked, showing the famous scar atop his eyelid.

Uh oh….this doesn't look good! What will Vegeta do? What will HE do? Guess we'll find out next time, eh? I will try to update again before New Year's. If you want to help me along, EMAIL ME LIKE HELL to update!^_^ Okay? Peaces Reeces!

~*Veggie-Trunks*~