05-30-2006, 09:24 AM
Vegeta watched as his spit struck the ground and exploded into a small array of saliva. ?I grow tiresome of this fucking island.? His words were heard by his two allies, but there was no response. ?It?s been over a day, and we?ve only killed one fighter, and I use the term ?fighter? very loosely.? He sliced his scythe across a near by tree, leaving a large gash along the side that would?ve created an exit for someone?s compete insides to escape their entrapment. ?I need to kill something?? His eyes wandered down to the small green creature walking by Reijin?s leg.
?Calm down, you?ll get your chance.? Reijin tried to subdue the Saiya-jin king?s anger, yet words couldn?t do that no matter what was said.
?Bah?this sucks.? Vegeta stopped and looked up at the next tree he saw. ?I?m taking a nap. If anything interesting happens, wake me up.? He jumped up and began to pounce back and forth the large branches that connected to the main body with great agility. Finding a branch suitable for relaxation, he stopped and sat down, placing the middle of his back up against the large trunk. It was as comfortable as he was going to get up in a tree, it?ll have to do.
His eyes gazed up, noticing that the sun was finally beginning to rise. The night had seemed forever, filling the location outside of his withered mind full of evil and darkness. Who knows how long it?ll be until the sun decides to give his eyes a break of its intense heat and light. ?Pitiful?? Vegeta spat off the branch and didn?t care who it hit, but by the sound of it, little saibaman wasn?t too happy with the current events. It wasn?t soon after finding his resting spot he noticed the lids covering his hate filled eyes began to shut the world from him.
?Vegeta, taste this for me.? His eyes reopened to the sound of a woman?s voice. The scene he was looking at now wasn?t the island however; it was the familiar furniture that populated the inside of his peaceful home. How though, did he get here? He wondered if he was killed during the morning slumber, and returned back to Earth for losing the tournament. ?Well? You gonna taste it or am I going to have to feed it to Trunks again?? Vegeta turned towards the voice and noticed the most beautiful woman he?s ever laid eyes upon.
?Bulma?? Vegeta questioned her sincerity.
?Well duh mister, who else would it be; the tooth fairy?? She held out a wooden spoon that was filled with a sort of soup looking substance. It smelled alright, but Vegeta was hesitant to try it. Bulma?s cooking wasn?t always the best of feats, no where near her technological side at least. He would always tell her to never quit her day job, being a chef was just not her thing.
?I?ll pass.? He turned his head, but immediately the blue haired woman shoved the spoon into his mouth, forcing it open and pushing the liquid quickly down his throat. ?Ack! What the hell woman!? He shouted in between coughs, ?trying to choke me?? The Saiya-jin was feeling weak as his throat was trying to unclog the passageways into his lungs.
?Well? How is it?? She had a pleased look on her face, as if she had just won the tournament for best wives or something. The king sighed and began swishing around whatever soup was left in his mouth. It was odd, but his taste buds were actually enjoying what it was analyzing.
?Hell?I must be dreaming.? Vegeta spoke allowed.
?Excuse me!?? Bulma cursed at his remark. ?Are you trying to imply something?? Vegeta glanced up towards his mate.
?Yeh, your cooking sucks.? He stood up from his chair and walked over towards the silver pot burning on the stove. ?But this?this is amazing.? He grabbed the wooden spoon from the human female and began to indulge himself in some home made glop. His Saiya-jin attributes were now kicking into over drive, and his hand was moving faster than anything she?s ever seen before. From pot to mouth, pot to mouth, the cycle was repetitive as Vegeta attempted to eat the whole supper by himself.
?Whoah mister! How about saving some for the rest of the family? You act like you haven?t eaten in days.? Her words had some sort of truth in them.
?Yeh?? Vegeta paused his feeding in order to reply, ?if you could call berries and bread really eating??
Vegeta?s eyes began to flicker open again and he noticed the sun hasn?t moved at all. His wonder land must?ve only lasted but a few minutes, how disappointing. ?Damn you?why couldn?t you be real?? The Saiya-jin?s mouth was still salivating from the instilled taste of Bulma?s cooking.
?Calm down, you?ll get your chance.? Reijin tried to subdue the Saiya-jin king?s anger, yet words couldn?t do that no matter what was said.
?Bah?this sucks.? Vegeta stopped and looked up at the next tree he saw. ?I?m taking a nap. If anything interesting happens, wake me up.? He jumped up and began to pounce back and forth the large branches that connected to the main body with great agility. Finding a branch suitable for relaxation, he stopped and sat down, placing the middle of his back up against the large trunk. It was as comfortable as he was going to get up in a tree, it?ll have to do.
His eyes gazed up, noticing that the sun was finally beginning to rise. The night had seemed forever, filling the location outside of his withered mind full of evil and darkness. Who knows how long it?ll be until the sun decides to give his eyes a break of its intense heat and light. ?Pitiful?? Vegeta spat off the branch and didn?t care who it hit, but by the sound of it, little saibaman wasn?t too happy with the current events. It wasn?t soon after finding his resting spot he noticed the lids covering his hate filled eyes began to shut the world from him.
?Vegeta, taste this for me.? His eyes reopened to the sound of a woman?s voice. The scene he was looking at now wasn?t the island however; it was the familiar furniture that populated the inside of his peaceful home. How though, did he get here? He wondered if he was killed during the morning slumber, and returned back to Earth for losing the tournament. ?Well? You gonna taste it or am I going to have to feed it to Trunks again?? Vegeta turned towards the voice and noticed the most beautiful woman he?s ever laid eyes upon.
?Bulma?? Vegeta questioned her sincerity.
?Well duh mister, who else would it be; the tooth fairy?? She held out a wooden spoon that was filled with a sort of soup looking substance. It smelled alright, but Vegeta was hesitant to try it. Bulma?s cooking wasn?t always the best of feats, no where near her technological side at least. He would always tell her to never quit her day job, being a chef was just not her thing.
?I?ll pass.? He turned his head, but immediately the blue haired woman shoved the spoon into his mouth, forcing it open and pushing the liquid quickly down his throat. ?Ack! What the hell woman!? He shouted in between coughs, ?trying to choke me?? The Saiya-jin was feeling weak as his throat was trying to unclog the passageways into his lungs.
?Well? How is it?? She had a pleased look on her face, as if she had just won the tournament for best wives or something. The king sighed and began swishing around whatever soup was left in his mouth. It was odd, but his taste buds were actually enjoying what it was analyzing.
?Hell?I must be dreaming.? Vegeta spoke allowed.
?Excuse me!?? Bulma cursed at his remark. ?Are you trying to imply something?? Vegeta glanced up towards his mate.
?Yeh, your cooking sucks.? He stood up from his chair and walked over towards the silver pot burning on the stove. ?But this?this is amazing.? He grabbed the wooden spoon from the human female and began to indulge himself in some home made glop. His Saiya-jin attributes were now kicking into over drive, and his hand was moving faster than anything she?s ever seen before. From pot to mouth, pot to mouth, the cycle was repetitive as Vegeta attempted to eat the whole supper by himself.
?Whoah mister! How about saving some for the rest of the family? You act like you haven?t eaten in days.? Her words had some sort of truth in them.
?Yeh?? Vegeta paused his feeding in order to reply, ?if you could call berries and bread really eating??
Vegeta?s eyes began to flicker open again and he noticed the sun hasn?t moved at all. His wonder land must?ve only lasted but a few minutes, how disappointing. ?Damn you?why couldn?t you be real?? The Saiya-jin?s mouth was still salivating from the instilled taste of Bulma?s cooking.
~Semper Fidelis~