Spoot: This fic shall make 80! and shall be a cracktastic one at that! We have a special guest, reveal yourself to the world!
Vegeta: *standing with his arms crossed*
Spoot: Do I need to put you in the naughty chair?
Vegeta: I would love to see you try!
Need To Know
"WOMAN!" A voice bellowed from somewhere in the house. Bulma looked up from her book, and her brow furrowed. "Damn you..." She mumbled, slapping her book on the coffee table and shooting off the sofa. "I HAVE A NAME YOU KNOW!" She shouted toward the bathroom door. "Now, what do you want?" It was quiet for the longest time, but she stood there, tapping her foot, hands on her amazing hips, waiting.
"Where..." He began.
"well. Out with it!" She snapped, inching closer to the door.
"Where is the bath tissue." Came the raspy, harsh voice. Panic dripping from it. She laughed hard! "you need toilet paper!" She shrieked. She could hear him growling in discomfort on the subject. "Well, if you would look...under the sink, silly man." With that, she went right back to the sofa, and picked up her book, only to be called out. "I...can't..." He sounded, scared. "What's wrong Vegeta? Huh? Scared of a spider or something! Big strong saya-man, little bitty bug, do the math" She said, looking back at her book.
"I...wish it were that! I could handle that!" He yelled, "Just...bring me something!"
"Vegeta! Get the toilet paper yourself, its right there! I'm not coming in there!"
"I..can't! Would you just do as you're told!"
She shot up, and put her hands on her hips. "NO!" She snapped. "You're a big boy! Figure it out! God! What is your problem!" He was silent again, and she stood there, tapping her foot once more. By now, she was used to his insufferable ways. "I can't...your...lady...things are in the way." He spoke as if he were afraid another man for another hundred miles would hear him, and come running to mock him.
She threw her hands in the air. "OH MY GOD! Are you kidding me! It's just tampons Vegeta!"
"SHHHH! SHADDAP!" He snapped. "Just, do something!"
"Well, I'm not coming in there!" She snapped, "That's between you and Ki!" She could hear him grunt with anger. "Damn it women! I know that! Just...close your eyes, and feel...get these things outta here!" She let out a short laugh. "Are you serious! That's where they belong! Be a man and reach in there and grab the TP! What, you think you'll catch the mensies from them if you touch the box! get a grip!" He grunted again, but said nothing. She could hear the little door under the sink, swing open with a little more force than needed. Stupid men...
He opened the door, and glared at her. She looked up from her book, and smirked. "Look who grew a pair!" She snapped. He bawled up his fists. Never had he wanted to hit a woman so bad...He grit his teeth to fight back the urge. "So, did you replace the roll?" She asked, and confusion slapped the poor guy in the face. "Was I supposed to?" He asked, pointing in the small bathroom. She stood up. "Oh yeah. You mean you didn't?!" He shook his head. She sighed. "I guess I gotta do it?" He nodded.
He watched as she entered the bathroom, and began the task of replacing the roll. She watched him, as she preformed it. "I can't believe you were scared to touch a box of tampons. What a baby!" She said. All he did was grit his teeth, and clench his fists. "I hate you, you know that right." He hissed. She smiled at him, completing the task. "The feeling is mutual. I promise. I don't know why you get so worked up. Don't worry so much!" He just shook his head. She shut the door behind her, and pat his shoulder. "Don't worry, One day we will look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject."
Spoot: Told'ja!
Vegeta: *tied in a naughty chair* HOW THE HELL!
Spoot: May do more DBZ ifs in the future!
