Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Bad Service ( Chapter 21 )
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By: inuy21 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.17.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 254 | Visits: 373 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.17.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 254 | Visits: 373 | Status: Completed
Prompt: "Change". Word count set at: 200
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
“Vegeta, would you just calm down.” Bulma laid a reassuring hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Going on a rampage is not going to help here.”
“Tsk.” His arms were folded in front of him as he grit his teeth. “It would teach these lower life-forms a lesson,” he ground out.
Bulma suppressed a giggle. “And what would that be?”
“That royalty is always taken care of first.” He turned his head to look at his wife.
She smiled. “My prince. Where I would be without you,” she stated sarcastically.
He smirked, letting his scowl lessen only slightly. “You’d be in the afterlife, along with all these other undeserving bastards.”
She shrugged and sat back against the booth. “I suppose you’re right. If only these people knew that it was you screaming at them in their minds.” Her genuine smile turned coy.
“Hmph. I asked nicely, and they still didn’t listen.”
A middle-aged man approached their table. “Um, h-here’s your ch-change, s-sir.”
Vegeta snatched the black leather bill-holder, pulling out the change and receipt. “We won’t be coming here again.” He thrust the holder back into the waiter’s shaking hands before standing and holding out a hand to help Bulma up.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
“Vegeta, would you just calm down.” Bulma laid a reassuring hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Going on a rampage is not going to help here.”
“Tsk.” His arms were folded in front of him as he grit his teeth. “It would teach these lower life-forms a lesson,” he ground out.
Bulma suppressed a giggle. “And what would that be?”
“That royalty is always taken care of first.” He turned his head to look at his wife.
She smiled. “My prince. Where I would be without you,” she stated sarcastically.
He smirked, letting his scowl lessen only slightly. “You’d be in the afterlife, along with all these other undeserving bastards.”
She shrugged and sat back against the booth. “I suppose you’re right. If only these people knew that it was you screaming at them in their minds.” Her genuine smile turned coy.
“Hmph. I asked nicely, and they still didn’t listen.”
A middle-aged man approached their table. “Um, h-here’s your ch-change, s-sir.”
Vegeta snatched the black leather bill-holder, pulling out the change and receipt. “We won’t be coming here again.” He thrust the holder back into the waiter’s shaking hands before standing and holding out a hand to help Bulma up.