Vegeta's ordeal
"Oh Kami-sama, I'm next" thought Vegeta his
heart was racing like it has never done before.
"I am so afraid of that man, don't tell
anyone I said that!. But I must see him, a.s.a.p.!" Vegeta sat straight up,
chest out and nose boldly pointing up. But Vegeta couldn't keep that up very
long, he started to play with the laces on his sweater again.
He couldn't keep up lying to Bulma anymore,
well that wasn't entirely true… Most of all he needed it like never before. How
long was it now already? Eight day's, sixteen hours and thirty three minutes,
make that thirty four minutes. Vegeta looked nervously on his watch, almost
obsessive. No he could hold out longer then that! I don't need that… Vegeta's
thoughts were interrupted by a beautiful, young, blond woman in a white coat
which went down to her knees.
"The doctor will see you now sir" she
stated politely.
The moment of truth had arrived, Vegeta's
first reaction was to leave now he still could! But he didn't, he couldn't, not
for himself and not even for Bulma. He had to do this for the sake of their
lives together as a couple. Vegeta hesitantly stood up, cleared his throat and
tried to politely thank the nurse, but out of his mouth came only a soft, high
pitched voice, which only managed to bring out the word 'Thank'.
Vegeta closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
"I can do this, I have done so much more difficult things in my life: I can
bare to live with two kids and a woman who know how to suppress me. I've even
put up with the fact that Kakarot is stronger then me!" Vegeta regained some of
his famous arrogance and self-confidence, he walked towards the door and took
hold of the doorknob.
"Don't let him smell your fear, you're a
tiger! What sound do tigers make?" Vegeta growled low and deep in his throat
and turned the doorknob around. The door opened heavily and with a soft
cracking sound. A chill ran down Vegeta's spine.
"Go on, you're almost there… TIGER!"
encouraged Vegeta himself.
"A good morning sir" greeted the doctor.
"please sit down and tell me your problem Mr…"
"Er… Smith" lied Vegeta. He walked up the
desk of the doctor and timidly stuck his hand out.
The doctor accepted the hand, but looked
puzzled at Vegeta.
"Is that you Mr. Vegeta?" he asked softly
pulling the fake beard Vegeta wore.
"SHHHT" said Vegeta frightened, "I don't
want people to know I'm here" Vegeta narrowed his eyes and looked fiercely at
the doctor. "Please address to me as Mr. Smith" said Vegeta his eyes filled up
with hope.
"All right Mr. Smith" aid the doctor still
unsure what was going on with the, normally so cold and arrogant Vegeta. "What
seems to be the problem?" asked the doctor while he leaned more over his desk
to fold his hands and look Vegeta in the eye to encourage him to tell what was
bothering him so obviously.
"Well, you see doc. I have a tiny problem,
or actually a big problem…" Vegeta's face flushed bright red. "I can't seem to
get …it… up anymore" said Vegeta softly afraid someone would overhear it.
"Ah I see your problem" said the doctor
understanding why it troubled Vegeta so much to talk about it. "And for how
long has it been going on?"
"Well, eight days, sixteen hours and thirty
nine minutes sharp" said Vegeta.
"Would you please take place on the
examination bench" pointed the doctor towards the feared object.
"Do I have to?" asked Vegeta hopefully.
"Yes you do" confirmed the doctor.
Vegeta slowly walked towards the
examination bench and climbed on it.
"Now we'll have to figure out how your
problem is caused, would you please take off your clothes, you can do that
behind that changing screen" pointed the doctor.
Vegeta rapidly shook his head. "I don't
want to."
"C'mon Mr. Veg… er Smith, if we want to
find out what is causing your problem, you will have to do as I say" said the
doctor patiently.
"All right" sighed Vegeta and got behind
the screen. After a minute or two, he shyly stuck his face around the corner of
the screen to check if there was only the doctor in the room. When he saw it
was that case he stepped out from behind the screen.
"You will have to lose the spandex shorts
Mr. Smith" said the doctor losing a little of his patience over his unwilling
patient.
"No please, I like my spandex shorts"
begged Vegeta.
The doctor looked interested at Vegeta, "do
you wear a lot of spandex?"
"Yeah, I love it, if feels so good" said
Vegeta rubbing the spandex short. "Why?"
"I believe your problem is caused by your
love of spandex" said the doctor intelligently. "I believe it is not to late to
reverse the effects of the spandex on your… er 'manly parts'. But from now you
mustn't wear spandex anymore, or it's effects will be permanent." warned the
doctor.
"What no more spandex?! Do I have to wear
the same gi as Kakarot then?" said Vegeta, a frown formed on his face as he
tried to picture himself in a oversized orange gi. Vegeta shook his head.
"I'm sorry Mr. Smith but that is the only
way to solve your problem" said the doctor somewhat persuasive to get Vegeta to
leave.
Vegeta weighed the pro's and cons and
decided to give the orange gi a try. "You think they have it in blue too?" he
mumbled.
"What is that Mr. Smith?" asked the doctor
interested.
"If you ever tell anyone about me being
here, or about my problem, I will have to be forced to eliminate you!" said
Vegeta threatening.
^_^
Chi Chi was in the kitchen working when she
heard a loud knocking on the door. She walked towards the door to open it. On
the 'welcome' mat stood the Saiyan Prince, his arms crossed before his chest.
"Vegeta" said Chi Chi cold. "How can I help
you?"
"Woman, I believe you make the gi of
Kakarot" said Vegeta cutting right to the case.
"Yes, but why is that of interest of you?"
said Chi Chi narrowing her eyes.
Vegeta dropped to his knees.
"Please, can you make it for me too, but
then blue? Please?" begged Vegeta.
"Why do I want to do that?" asked Chi Chi
obviously shocked by Vegeta's behavior.
"Because you're a friend of Bulma" said
Vegeta still kneeling in the ground.
"???? What has that got to do with Goku's
gi?" asked Chi Chi confused.
"If you don't, Bulma will never have sex
again, with me that is" blabbed Vegeta.
"???????"
Vegeta scanned the area for suspicious
activity, when he didn't detect any he grabbed Chi Chi and dragged her into the
house.
"I am willing to tell you why, but you must
promise me that you will never ever tell another living soul about it,
promise?" Chi Chi nodded and Vegeta took his hand of of her mouth.
^_^
"Vegeta! What in Kami-sama's name are you
wearing?" asked a panicked Bulma.
"What don't you like it?" asked Vegeta offended.
"Well, I must admit I kinda lost my
interest in that spandex of yours, everybody could see how… er you looked
beneath your clothes. And actually I want the exclusive rights to your beautiful
body" said Bulma giving Vegeta a meaningful look.
"Well in that case, how about claiming (^-^
Who read 'Claimed' by B-chan?) your right to my beautiful body" suggested Vegeta
who felt his problem was already solved.
"You're speaking my language princyboy"
grinned Bulma and let herself get carried away by her 'loving' ('..' because I don't
think loving is the right word for Vegeta, but you know what I mean don't you?)
husband.
HAPPY END!
