Spoot: Eh, writers block has set in once again.

Goku: WHAAA! No way! We need to fix that!

Vegeta: Don't be a fool…there is no cure.

Bombard

From the living room, there came a sound reminiscent to a machine guns fire. Vegeta jumped a bit, hearing a noise like that surprised him. He sat up in bed, having been resting from the spar a few hours before. He looked around slowly, gaining bearings. He crawled out of bed, stretched, then decided to head out to investigate further. He stopped once before exiting his room, to check his appearance in the mirror. Satisfied after fixing a cowlick, he headed for the door.

"OWOWOWOW! I'M SORRY!" Goku's voice carried through the house, causing Vegeta to cringe. That was the last thing he wanted to hear after waking from a successful nap. He poked his head in and saw the poor bastard sitting on the floor, cowering. His cheek red and swelling. Above him stood Bulma, in an aggressive stance. Vegeta had to smile. How he loved when his woman beat on that idiot. "Hit him again…" He scoffed. Bulma looked his way, and an evil grin swept across her face. "Yes Sir!" She snapped, promptly giving Goku another swift slap.

"What did he do this time?" Vegeta asked carelessly, getting an answer didn't matter to him. Bulma put her hands on her hips, and turned her nose up into the air. "It's too horrible, I can't repeat it!" She snapped. Vegeta let out a short chuckle, then entered the room fully. "You poor dumb bastard. Well, whatever it was, I'm sure you deserved the punishment…when will you learn?" Goku watched with wounded eyes as Vegeta spoke. "You know, you could stick up for me every once in a while!" He snapped, rubbing his damaged cheek. Vegeta scoffed, and turned his nose up. "Where's the fun in that?" Was all he said.

He turned his attention to Bulma, staring blankly at her as he always did. Awaiting her advances. She approached to stand at his side proudly. "Let this be a lesson to you!" She scolded, pointing at Goku. The poor guy lowered his eyes in shame. Vegeta watched the scene take place, and his curiosity slowly peeked. "Now I kinda wanna know." He said. The longer it took to get the information, the more impatient he became. "NO! I'll never tell." Bulma snapped, giving Goku a look of pure hatred. Vegeta raised a brow, and his eyes widened just a bit.

Goku stood up slowly, trying to keep his balance. Sure, he was the strongest person in the room, sure, he could take Bulma out with a light poke of his finger…but when that little lady had it out for you, her swats were deadly. Vegeta knew all too well the power of his wife's love taps. She could give a person brain damage. Goku shook his head swiftly, his face a blur for a moment. When the whirlwind stopped, he spoke. "Woo…Bulma…I really am sorry…" He began. Bulma just crossed her arms and turned her nose up at him. "You really did it this time." Vegeta stated. "Yes, he did." Bulma snapped, then turned to her husband. "I'm starving." She snapped. Vegeta crossed his arms. "And what do you expect me to do about it?" She knew what a homebody her husband was. It only threw gas on her now blazing rage "WE'RE GOING OUT!" She bellowed. Before Vegeta could oppose, she seized his arm, and snatched him from the house.

Vegeta watched in sheer terror as his wife ate like a Sayajin coming off a hunger strike. She shoveled food into her mouth as if it were the last meal she would ever eat. She ate with aggression, scolding Goku under her breath. "So…stupid…" She shoved some potato salad into her mouth. "I'll kill him…" more teriyaki stake went down her gullet. "…Catch him, I'll rip him apart…" She cracked a giant crab's leg in half with her bare hands. "Grrr! Put you in my oven…" The poor bastard wasn't even there and he was still getting an ear full! Vegeta wavered for a moment, then went in to grab up a morsel of something to eat. She caught him, and stabbed her for into the table, mere centimeters from his hand. He huffed and looked up at her. She had a huge turkey leg in her mouth. She was growling like a raved dog. Vegeta retracted his hand so fast the air itself divided. Satisfied, she promptly went back to cramming her face. Vegeta looked down at his plate. Empty…like his stomach.

"ALRIGHT KAKOROT, TELL ME WHAT YOU DID SO I CAN FIX THIS!" Vegeta bellowed, kicking in the front door of a quaint little country home. Chi Chi shot off the sofa and charged him. She had just about made it to him, when Goku captured her. "No no…bad idea…" He said sweetly, lowering his infuriated wife to the floor. She put her hands on her hips, letting both men know she was not just gunna let it go. "Next time you have your friends over; make sure they don't destroy the house…" She looked over at Vegeta, fire in her coal black eyes. "you're going to hafta fix that!" She snapped at him. He gave her a swift nod, afraid to upset her any further. She was another woman you did not wanna go up against.

Goku shooed Chi Chi from the room, then turned to address his guest. "Vegeta, you can't just charge in, busting down my doors!" Vegeta, clearly upset, crossed his arms. "What did you do to my wife?" He snapped, ignoring Goku's scolding. "Eh? Oh yeah, that…you mean she hasn't told you?" Vegeta shook his head. "Come sit, and I'll tell you." Vegeta hesitated for a moment, then decided to accept the hospitality by sitting on the sofa. Goku let out a sigh of relief. If he's sitting, and he's comfortable, he's calm. A calm Vegeta is a happy Vegeta. Happy Vegeta means nothing gets smashed.

"Ok, where to begin…ah! I know! Would you like something to drink?" Goku yelped, flailing a bit. Vegeta just closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "Oook…how about a snack then?" Goku offered, dancing about in a ridiculous way. Vegeta leaned his head back, recalling that he didn't get to eat. He looked over at his host, and gave him a nod. "Ahhh! Great!" Goku exclaimed, clearly excited. It was clear to Vegeta that Goku rarely got any guests in his home. This was in fact his first time visiting. Could it be Kakorot was that desperate for friends? Goku rushed from the room in a flurry of excitement, declaring that he had the perfect snack.

"I never thought I would see the day…" Goku began, as he entered the living room. Vegeta sat up just a bit, realizing that he had in fact become comfortable while Goku was absent. A very short bald man and a plate of snacks now joined the said man. "Oh no…" Vegeta mumbled under his breath. "I mean, can you believe it, Vegeta's in my house." He finished, then looked over at the stoic man. "I mean, it's just weird is all…" He set the tray down and offered for everyone to dig in. Vegeta watched as Krillian began in on the chips and dip. "Kakorot…" Vegeta began. Goku could tell he was uneasy. "Don't worry, I won't be here long, I just stopped by to pick up a few things, and I'll be on my way." Krillian assured, knowing how Vegeta was, and how he could get.

His promise was nothing more than erroneous. The little bald man stayed for almost an hour, talking with Goku. Vegeta watched the whole thing unfold. It was a strange display. Was this what friendship was like? Moreover, didn't Goku state; he never thought he would see Vegeta in his home? He was downright enthusiastic about the whole thing! Vegeta cocked his head to one side, studying the two better. Did Goku crave his friendship that bad? Did he really admire him that much? Vegeta smiled at the thought of Goku admiring him. Why wouldn't he? After all, he was the Prince, and he was the strongest…though he never really could beat Kakorot. Maybe it wasn't so much an admiration thing, as it was just a friend thing. Goku was always trying to gain Vegeta's trust and friendship. It was reminiscent of a high school nerd wanting so bad to be friends with the cool kid.

His arrogance shattered when he realized something horrifying. All this time, all this time he was surveying the two men and their ritual, he was trying to understand it. He was confused, and intrigued by it all. And in a way, he wished he could be part of it. He found himself enjoying the idea of that fool pining for his friendship. He himself craved it. That's when it hit him…Vegeta the Great was nothing more than a human looking for companionship. He almost tossed cookies.

He shot off the sofa in a blaze. Goku and Krillian looked up in surprise. "IHAFTAGONOWTHANKYOUFORHAVINGME!" Vegeta's words spewed out of him almost ridiculously. He was stiff as a board as he yelped out. "Won't you stay; I still haven't told you why Bulmas' so mad at me." Goku persuaded. Vegeta was sweating and trembling. He grunted as he looked down at the two men sitting on the floor. Krillian looked over at Goku with a laugh. "Yeah! I heard it was pretty bad! Boy Goku, you sure stepped in it this time." Goku looked his friend over, and smiled. "I guess so…" He began, then looked up at the terrified Vegeta. What crawled up his fanny so suddenly?

Spoot: Oooh…well…that was pretty good…

Vegeta: Here we go again…

Goku: YAAAAY!

Spoot: I suppose I could keep going…