05-24-2006, 12:02 PM
?Vegeta? his name was called by a voice which seemed like a dream. It was familiar, vaguely familiar. His head slowly turned to the touch of a hand on his back, and what he saw caused him to jump back in disbelief.
?Ugh! B..Bulma?? He blinked his eyes and shook his head as if what he saw was an illusion. Not only has it been years since he?s seen the woman, but to see her on a ship where 43 other incredible fighters were traveling to compete for the title of supremacy was unheard of. ?Bulma?what are you doing here?? He questioned the human female.
?Me? What are YOU doing here? No, rather, where the hell have you been all these years?? Her questions caused flashbacks and memories of the past when the briefs family lived all together under the same house hold. She questioned him the same way she did so long ago after he would come home late from a night of training, or going out for some peace and quiet. It was both uneasy, yet comforting in a strange sort of fashion. ?And what are you doing with that teenage girl?? Apparently she was jealous, but for what reason?
?Hm?? Vegeta took a glance over his shoulder at Bra, their daughter. Perhaps she didn?t? recognize her, after all, Vegeta wasn?t the only parent who had neglected Bra for a few years. ?Woman?can?t you recognize your own daughter?? Vegeta smirked evilly as he loved pointing out her flaws.
?You mean, Bra?? Her eyes spoke words of shock and awe. Vegeta nodded in response.
?Ugh! B..Bulma?? He blinked his eyes and shook his head as if what he saw was an illusion. Not only has it been years since he?s seen the woman, but to see her on a ship where 43 other incredible fighters were traveling to compete for the title of supremacy was unheard of. ?Bulma?what are you doing here?? He questioned the human female.
?Me? What are YOU doing here? No, rather, where the hell have you been all these years?? Her questions caused flashbacks and memories of the past when the briefs family lived all together under the same house hold. She questioned him the same way she did so long ago after he would come home late from a night of training, or going out for some peace and quiet. It was both uneasy, yet comforting in a strange sort of fashion. ?And what are you doing with that teenage girl?? Apparently she was jealous, but for what reason?
?Hm?? Vegeta took a glance over his shoulder at Bra, their daughter. Perhaps she didn?t? recognize her, after all, Vegeta wasn?t the only parent who had neglected Bra for a few years. ?Woman?can?t you recognize your own daughter?? Vegeta smirked evilly as he loved pointing out her flaws.
?You mean, Bra?? Her eyes spoke words of shock and awe. Vegeta nodded in response.
~Semper Fidelis~