A/N:: OK, I'm expecting a lot of flames from this one, if I get any reviews at all. I've gotten used to anonymity, and not being known by anyone other than friends... Oh well. I'm not trying to be self pitying. Just bored. This was basically boredom taking over one night, when I was supposed to be planning a fic with my sister. Totally off subject, and without much (if any) provocation. Completely OOC, and a few slight Goku/Vegeta hints in the last one. More might be on the way, but I may decide to pick on a few other series instead. You'll just hafta check on me... It would be in script format, but I can't write script to save my life. It's not exactly been fixed up or edited yet, but... The raw version would probably be better, if a little gramatically incorrect. Here comes the randomness of a Sissy Vegeta. Yippee.


RANDOM MOMENT 1 : saiyan prince revealed a scene where Picolo loses an arm on set

Goku and Picolo are on set, ready for take 4 of the scene. Just before the set doors are locked for uninterruption, Vegeta walks in with a French Vanilla capuchino, taking his time getting situated. He takes a sip, and looks up just as the arm is... detached. The pointy haired man gags, and pales more than usual.

"Is- Is that blood?" Drops cup, and falls backwards in a faint. Entire cast rushes over and looms above the fallen 'prince'. Goku nudges him with a toe.

"Is he... Allright?"

Vegeta stirs, and smacks his lips. "I'm a pretty princess..." he muttered in a falsetto. "Yup. He's fine." They all go back to their places.

RANDOM MOMENT 2 : some privacy please backstage in Vegeta's dressing room

Vegeta is fussing with something in front of his mirror. Without any warning, Goku barges in ranting about his latest tick (ChiChi's actually trying to get him to marry her off-set). He looks up at Vegeta, who turned to face him, and gapes. Vegeta's face is covered in make-up. WOMEN's make-up. Goku's eye starts to twitch.

"Vegeta...? What... uhm... Were you... uhhhh.... Doing?" Vegeta flushed and wiped his face furiously, ridding it of all but the mascara.

"None of your business! What were you doing in here anyway?!?" Goku finally starts laughing, and has to leave the room. Vegeta flushes even more as he hears Goku telling Picolo, and anyone else who'll listen, between fits of uncontrollable laughter.

"I'll never live this down..."

RANDOM MOMENT 3 : backseat border blues in a small car, on a road trip with Vegeta, Picolo, and Goku in the back

Vegeta's stuck in the middle of the backseat, stuck between the other two guys. Bulma's driving, with ChiChi staring blindly at a map and shouting out what seem like random directions every few minutes, thus causing sharp turns, and the guys to be thrown onto one another since there's no room for seat belts.

"By the Kai's, woman, take it easy!" Picolo bellowed, shoving Vegeta off of him for the tenth time that day, and onto Goku.

"I love you too, honey, but not here!" Goku jokingly (supposedly) said, as Vegeta blushed and sat up.

"Bulma, they're picking on me!" the middle man complained in a whine. The car swerved around another turn, shoving Goku in Vegeta's lap, as the 'prince' had somehow managed to stay upright.

"Kiss me?" Goku grinned up at the man who's red face was above him. Picolo punched them both.

"You're not alone in the backseat, you two. Sit up."

"Owie! ChiChi, he hit me! And your boyfriend's hitting ON me!" Vegeta complained once again. The rest of the car sniggered, and he took to muttering to himself under his breath. Until the last wild swerve onto the interstate threw him completely into Goku's lap.

He whimpered.