Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Wish That Never Was ❯ The Wish That Never Was: Vegeta, Bulma, and the Pirates Gold?? ( Chapter 5 )

The Wish That Never Was: Chapter 5: Vegeta, Bulma, And the Pirates Gold?

By kyllir

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but that's okay, `cause Chibi-Vegeta is still adorable!

A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed! Y'all made my day! And here are the ages, as they were requested:

Gokou- 9

Bulma-15

Vegeta-15

Spelling note: I just thought I'd mention, since my sister pointed it out and all, that I spell a few of the names strangely in here. I just thought I'd clear some of that up for those of you who think I'm retarded or something. I spell Frieza's name as Freezer because I felt like it, and I read somewhere that it was his actual name. I spell the Z-fighters names the way they are spelled in romanji. I don't spell Bulma as `Baruma' because her shirt says `Bulma', and I happen to think that `Vegeta' is the correct spelling, as it is associated with `vegetable'. Phew, now that that's over with…

On with the fic!

There was dead silence as the blue haired girl gaped at the paper, with her name written in neat dark letters, the Saiya-jin prince just smirked. Bulma slowly broke out of her stupor,

"H-How did you learn so fast?" She stuttered, still staring at the paper.

"Well, for one, I'm smarter than you, and for another, you didn't take into account that I have already learned how to read and write in a different language. It wasn't very hard to associate the sounds with the shapes." He said with a very self-righteous look. Bulma was about to bite his head off, she was so mad at that moment that Vegeta could have sworn that he saw steam coming from her ears. His eyes widened slightly, he couldn't recall ever seeing someone so mad before.

A terrible scream shook the foundations of the building, Bulma's eyes burned with fury, Vegeta gulped. The air around her was swirling violently and her hair was blowing about in the apparent breeze, which seemed to be emanating from her. She stomped heavily towards Vegeta, and pointed her forefinger at his chest.

"YOU!!! You ungrateful little twerp!" She shook her finger accusingly, then thought for a moment and changed tact, moving closer to him with a self-satisfied smile on her face. "You…" Vegeta cringed at her sudden mood swing, "You must've learned so fast `cause I'm such a great teacher!" She cried happily. Vegeta temporarily lost his balance, but luckily managed to stay upright, he decided not to say anything lest he anger her again so soon, but continued to act as if she had nothing to do with it.

Suddenly, a loud rumble shook the room. Vegeta looked down at his stomach, his cheeks tinged pink, Bulma giggled and walked over to the phone hanging on the wall, she picked it up and dialed quickly, after a few moments, she began to speak,

"Hello, yup, this is Bulma. Could you connect me to the kitchens please?" there was a pause, "Yes, I'm sure. Oh, hello, I just called to tell you that we're coming back for lunch," another pause, "What do we want? Oh, a lot of everything. YES, I MEAN A LOT OF EVERYTHING!" she shouted into the receiver, she cleared her throat, "What I mean is, we're hosting another banquet, like this morning. Oh, who are we inviting?" she thought for a moment, "The Russian Circus!" there was another long pause, "Alright, bye." She hung up, slightly annoyed. Vegeta looked at her curiously,

"We are to be dining with a circus?" Bulma almost giggled when he asked this,

"No, we're not, I just needed an excuse for them to cook so much food, otherwise they wouldn't have believed that one person could eat all that." She was still holding back laughter.

"Well then, why don't you make them believe it?" Vegeta asked tauntingly, insinuating that she should beat it into them, Bulma, however, had a different idea.

"Of course! I'll make them watch! Then they'll never doubt me again!" Vegeta slapped his forehead with his palm as the room was filled with Bulma's maniacal laughter.

Several minutes later, Bulma led Vegeta back up to the dining hall, still laughing. Vegeta rolled his eyes and followed her into the large room. On the huge table, there was a feast that rivaled the amount of food that was for breakfast, Vegeta's mouth hung open as he wondered if even he could eat all the food. He was brought back into reality by another loud and threatening rumble from his stomach, yes, he could eat all that food.

"Stay right here," Bulma told him, pointing at the floor where he was standing. She then walked into the kitchen, leaving him. Vegeta frowned as his stomach rumbled again, he wasn't sure he could wait for her to come back, all that food looked so good. He stood right where he was, his tail swinging agitatedly behind him. He quickly realized something and smirked, she couldn't tell him what to do, he was a prince! So with nothing holding him back, he ran to the table and began to eat.

The cooks arrived moments later, lead by Bulma,

"Yeah, you gotta meet our `guests'" she was telling them, then she frowned as anger filled her features, "VEGETA!!!" she screamed. The prince cringed, his large forkful of food almost at his mouth, he swallowed the previous bite and looked up at her.

"Get out of here! That food isn't for you! It's for the Russian Circus!" cried one of the cooks, Bulma forgot about being mad at Vegeta for a minute,

"Gentlemen, I would like you to meet our guest, he is the one you made the banquet for." She said coolly, the cooks glared at her.

"WHAT? You made us cook all this food so fast for this little skinny kid?" protested one of the fatter cooks, "There is no way he'll be able to eat all that!" Bulma smirked,

"Wanna bet?" she asked tauntingly.

"Five hundred zeni!" They all set their wagers down on the table, Bulma grinned evilly,

"As you wish…" and set her own money on the table. She nodded at Vegeta, who continued to eat. The cooks stood there with surprised looks on their faces as the boy shoveled down what looked like a heaping plate of food into his mouth for each bite. Every so often, he would pause to wipe his face with a napkin, or to get up and grab another plate from across the table. About eight minutes later, there remained not one crumb of food on the table, by now the cooks could not believe their eyes, and were constantly pinching themselves to make sure they were awake. Vegeta was looking around the table for more food,

"Is there dessert?" he asked them, smirking widely, they nodded meekly and pushed the money on the table towards Bulma, and walked out of the room in silence. Bulma grinned at Vegeta as she capsulated the massive pile of money into her wallet capsule. A moment later, the cooks returned, each pushing a cart laden with cakes, puddings, and pies.

Bulma stood transfixed as the prince ate one plate of dessert after another, and was surprised when she heard her own stomach rumble angrily. She quickly snatched a dessert from the rapidly vanishing banquet and sat down to eat. As she ate, the amount of food left on the table sharply decreased, when she was finished, there was one dessert left. She reached across the two-foot expanse between her and the pastry and wrapped her fingers around the edge of the dish. Apparently she wasn't the only one targeting this delicious bite-sized fruit tart, Vegeta was holding the other side of the plate. They exchanged venomous glares for a moment;

"That's MINE! I saw it first!" Bulma hissed, Vegeta was not going to relinquish his grip on that plate,

"No, it's mine, I got to it first." He said in an eerily calm voice. Bulma was shaken slightly, but didn't let it show, and was just as close to letting go as Vegeta.

"But you've already eaten enough!" she complained, Vegeta smirked and let go of the plate, holding back a laugh as the pastry flew through the air and smacked into Bulma's face. She glared at Vegeta with holy rage on her face, as the fruit tart slid down her cheek, leaving a trail of icing, finally falling onto the table.

"HOW DARE YOU!" she got up and stomped over to Vegeta, and grabbed the front of his shirt. "You dweeb! You'll pay for that!" her eyes burned with even more fury than before, Vegeta swore he felt the heat of her fiery glare. The terror on Vegeta's face was apparent, though he was trying his best to hide the expression under a smirk, he could not, however, hide the fact that his tail was shaking. For some reason this girl made Freezer seem almost appealing. Vegeta searched his mind for a way to make her stop, cringing as she raised her voice an octave with each insult she threw at him. Suddenly, he had an idea,

"Bulma, what about that paper?" he asked, trying to get her mind off the incident.

"YOU ROTTEN LITTLE SPOILED PAIN IN THE A- what paper?" she asked, lowering her voice back to normal. Vegeta sighed with relief, allowing the ringing in his ears to subside before answering her.

"The one I found in the wall." He told her, in an arrogant tone. Realization dawned on Bulma. Then she blushed, as another realization dawned on her, she was still holding a mallet over Vegeta's head. She quickly retracted the mallet and hid it behind her back.

"Oh yeah, that paper! Lets go get it!" she walked back towards her room, forgetting all about the icing on her face. Vegeta sighed with relief, she was out of sight now. He was about to follow her when he heard an earsplitting cry,

"VEGETA! YOU GOT FROSTING ON MY FACE!!!"

About a half-hour, and a one-sided fist fight later, Vegeta walked into Bulma's room, not a scratch on him. Bulma fumbled through her dresser, her hands were swollen and tender from hitting him. Finally, her injured hand emerged from the drawer, clutching the paper. She handed it to Vegeta, while she fetched her first aid kit from a shelf, and began to bandage her hands. Vegeta uncrumpled the paper and began to read aloud.

"yee-har, ye, who be fin-din this har map…?" he trailed off, unable to decipher the strange dialect. Bulma sighed and reached for the paper,

"You must be reading it wrong. Let me see." She looked it over, and began to read, "Y'har ye who be findin' this har map be ye seekin' gold, foller t'trail to whar thar treasure be hold…"

"It was a foreign poem?" Vegeta asked her, Bulma jumped up and down,

"It's a treasure map! It will lead us to fortune!" she cried excitedly,

"Yeah, but where's the map?" Vegeta asked monotonously. Bulma looked back down at the paper.

"It's written out as a series of clues, this should be easy for a genius like me!" she declared, bandaged fists in the air. Vegeta shook his head, this was going to be a long day.

"The treasure be found at a place that looks like an axe, but smells like a fish." Bulma read aloud. She furrowed her brow, none of this seemed to make any sense.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Vegeta, impatiently. Bulma sighed and thought hard.

`Something that looks like an axe, and smells like a fish…' she scowled, `what smells like fish? Fish… sharks… sharks? Axe… a Hammerhead shark!'

"They mean a Hammerhead shark! That can only mean that the treasure is on Hammerhead Island!" Bulma exclaimed, taking out her dinocaps from her pocket. "Let's see… which capsule could get us there fastest…" she wondered aloud, Vegeta scowled,

"Forget the capsules, I could get us there faster than anything those crazy bombs could produce." Bulma put the capsules back into her pocket and jumped into his arms, Vegeta winced at the suddenness of her action. Adjusting quickly to the added weight, he took off into the air, flying straight up for a while, until all the houses looked like dots.

"So, where is this Hammerhead island of yours?" he asked her, she thought for a moment, and Vegeta was starting to wonder how he had let himself be conned into going with her, just because she threatened to take away his food.

"Southwest of here, for about five hundred miles." She finally announced, Vegeta grunted a reply and began flying southwest.

Bulma figured it would take them about five hours to get to the island, so she zoned herself out and began to think things over. She looked up at Vegeta, he was focusing on flying, his hair sweeping back, being blown violently by the wind. His bangs were flying around his face, she could see his widows peak clearly now. Her eyes traveled down to his face, dark eyes, regally pointed nose, and ever-present scowl. She had seen him smile once or twice, she supposed she had caught him off guard.

She suppressed a giggle, thinking of how cute he looked when his guard was down. He would have his tail swinging behind him, and this bewildered look on his face, it was as if he was thousands of light years away. She wondered what was going through his mind on those times when he would wrap his tail around his waist so tightly that it must've cut off some kind of circulation.

Bulma wondered what Vegeta's home planet was like, as he seemed to have such a great longing for it. She was just about to open her mouth to ask him, when he suddenly stopped and landed quickly, cutting her words off with his own,

"We're here, now what?"

Oooh… looks like Bulma's starting to like our favorite little prince… heeheehee… well, that's it for this chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it ^_^

Next time on The Wish That Never Was: Vegeta and Bulma poke around Hammerhead Island, searching for treasure. Will they find out how the island got its name? All this in the next installment of The Wish That Never Was: Chapter 6: The Secret of Hammerhead Island. See ya next time!

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