Summary: A series of one shots exploring ways in which to annoy Vegeta immensely. Most of these will be quite funny but a quick warning some may be full of angst. Also OOC at times when the occasion arises. Please Review and any helpful/ negative comments are welcome.

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Chapter 1 – The case of the pink shirt

Vegeta stared hard at it as if daring it to make a move.

Well in hind sight daring it now after the deed was done was bit late.

"STOP MOCKING ME!" The mechanical genius just stared back; it seemed to say "ha I win". Another victory claimed by machines. Vegeta was decidedly feeling sorry for himself; after getting his arse kicked by the androids and cell he was getting pretty damn sick of blasted toasters and their relations.

Pink! Every shirt he owned was turned pink by the machine sat in front of him. For the love of Kami he was a god damn warrior not a variety of flower. What would his father think if he could see him now? "Son…. I know you were raised by Freiza but it's no reason to start acting like a complete soft, low rated soldier….. The shame."

He swore at the machine and gave it a hard kick. The metal clanged as it dented but the only reward Vegeta got was water shot at his face. He winced at the sound of a woman's devilish laugh.

"You know Vegeta; I don't know why you have to be such a JERK… It's not the washing machines fault that you put reds in with your whites."

He glared "woman you do it next time; it is your place in life… not mine. I am a prince and you are my servant."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? YOU JERK! I AM NO MANS SERVENT AND AS A TESTAMENT TO THAT FACT YOU CAN USE YOUR DARN HAND AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"

Yet again the machine had won. Not only had it transformed his wardrobe in to something that a gay man would be proud of it had also robbed him of his pleasure. He was a prince he should not have to satisfy himself. Screw that and more to the point screw Bulma.

-Next Day-

Vegeta was bored. Always so God damn bored.

Krillian was singing like a cat strangled with a microphone; Master Roshi was pissed off his head flirting with a very disapproving Chi-Chi and more than a little grumpy because someone has confiscated his naughty magazines.

So far so good; the Earthlings were having a good time and the Saiyans were chilling out and eating. So much food; so much wonderful food and none would be wasted if only he could wrestle some off Kakorrot. The Greedy Clown….

All was going well until Kakorrot pointed at Vegeta's pink shirt and said 'Gee Vegeta; nice shirt. Looks better than mine but on the upside at least mine ain't pink…"

The prince concentrated on his food to stop him from hitting the low level clown where he sat.

Washing machine you're going to get it when I get back!