Drabble Contest Part 1

Word :  « Cosmopolitan »

A/N

Wow… it's hard to write so few words. I always tended to a long, very detailed style. *snicker* Well, I guess that's what this contest is for…

Exactly 500 words, paid with sweat and blood.

The credits for this idea go to my flat mate Tobi who reminded me of the fact that "Cosmopolitan" is also a magazine…

"Cosmopolitan"

Muten Roshi was pissed.

He wandered through the house, cursing the mess, Saiyajin and the world in general.

So Capsule Corp was evacuated due to a pest of DNA-enhanced rodents, product of Bulma's experiment gone haywire. So they had no place to stay.

Why the hell did they have to stay HERE?

It had been bad enough, when Goku and Kuririn had lived here, but with two full blooded and three demi-Saiyajin and assorted other family-members around, it was armageddon. He deserved a break.

The old pervert kept mumbling under his breath while he sifted through piles of food-containers, dirty clothes, laboratory equipment and hundreds of magazines.

"What are you looking for, grandpa Roshi?" came a young voice from behind him. Startled Roshi nearly leapt three feet into the air before turning around and forcing a smile on his face for Bra, Vegeta's second child.

"I'm looking for my magazine, sweetie." It was the truth. He needed to find his Playboy and then take a relaxing hour in the hammock.


'Just me and my beauties.. heheheh…'

Bra stared incredulous as Roshi started to cackle gleefully. She decided to help the poor old demented man.

"What magazine is it?" Roshi stared at the four year old. He thought hastily.

"The… the Cosmopolitan!" Bra nodded and started to dig through the mountains of paper on the floor. Soon enough she held one up.

"Oji, is that what you are looking for?" After taking one look, Roshi snatched it from her hands.

"Uh... no, dear, see, you don't have to help me..." But it was no use, Bra was as stubborn as her father. Roshi stared at the thing in his hands. "Bondage–Gold".

'Damn! Trunks and Goten should better watch where they leave their stuff!'

"This one, Oji?" Roshi groaned, inwardly cursing children who were not able to read yet – though when he saw what she held up he was suddenly very happy about that fact. The offending item was snatched from the child's hand faster than the human eye could follow.

'Ridiculous! Goku and Vegeta should know better than to leave their kinky gay-magazines lying around in the open! What are those two thinking? It's bad enough that one never knows when one might walk in on them screwing the hell out of each other… How ever did Bulma put up with it??'

"Granpa Roshi! I found it!!" Roshi looked down at a beaming Bra. Hope flickered up for a second. The girl had found nothing but smut so far - maybe she hit the jackpot this time...? He took the magazine from her hands and cast a glance on it.

Bra tilted her head as the old man's eyes crossed and he passed out, hitting the floor with a thud. Shrugging she turned and walked out of the house. She had been so proud when her dad had taught her to read such a difficult word!

"Odd. I thought he was looking for the Cosmopolitan…"

May the Drabble continue!