Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Young toy Drummer boy ❯ Chapter 3

YOUNG TOY DRUMMER BOY

Chapter 3 Learn something new

WARNING!! This has bad language.

DISCLAMER: I don’t own them! No I don’t.

Bulma pulled back.

She didn’t know what to expect. Her kissing a real life toy was wired.

“I’m sorry” she said.

“I’m not use to boys or something like this” she added.

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He didn’t know why she moved away and what about her not use to boys?

“Well then. If your not that use to boys then why kiss me?” he asked.

“Hold on! You touched my face” Bulma yelled.

“I don’t give a fuck about your face” he replied back.

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Bulma’s mother, Bunny walked to her bedroom when she heard her daughter arguing.

“No. You touched my face and kissed me without you bloody telling me” she heard her daughter.

“Oh my, better go and see what the problem is”.

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Bulma had just enough, sitting on her bed she sulked.

“Stop that you’re not a baby” Vegeta said.

“How do you know about babies?” she replied.

“I don’t fuckin know” Vegeta mumbled.

“Well for a toy you have a bad mouth” she said.

“Is it really that bad?” Vegeta asked.

“You silly I mean that you have foul language coming from your mouth” she said.

Vegeta hid under the bed.

“Bulma dear what’s going on? I heard you arguing to someone.” Her mother said behind the door.

“Nothing mom, just watching a movie that’s all” she lied.

“Okay then, just checking” her mother said and left the door.

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“You can come out from under my bed now” he heard her say.

“Under your bed is really stuffy and I can’t breathe” he breathed out.

Bulma laughed.

“That’s because there’s a lot of stuff” Bulma said.

“What stuff?” he asked.

Bulma pulled out a very old wooden toy. “This is my very first wooden toy. Be careful she’s really old.”

He looked at the old toy.

“Does she have a name?” he asked.

“Her name is Anna” Bulma replied.

“How old as in what age?” he wanted know.

“She’s 17 years old” Bulma said.

“I think you better put her back under your bed” he said.

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It was early in the morning and the sun was about to rise.

“Not now” Vegeta wined.

“What? What’s wrong?” Bulma asked.

“I’m going to be just a wooden toy soon, so I guess its goodnight” Vegeta said.

Bulma sighed.

“Don’t worry I’ll be back sometime later at night” he said.

“Okay I guess I’ll see you later then toy boy” Bulma winked at him.

Vegeta blushed.

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Walking to be all the other toys were, he sat down.

Bulma looked out the window; the sun rays showed through the sky she turned her head.

Looking at him he was already wood just like her other wooden toys she had all around her room.

‘Well I guess there’s something new to learn’ she thought.

AN: Another chappie done. *smiles*

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