Revelations of a Book
"Woman, you didn't fix my training capsule!"
"Yeah I did," Bulma said, not bothering to look up from her computer screen. "I fixed it about an hour ago, so why don't you go vent that anger on yourself and not on me?"
"You didn't fix my training capsule!"
"What?" Bulma asked with skepticism.
"When I hit the "activate" button it went haywire and shut off all the gravity."
"You mean..."
"I've been floating around in there for the last hour or so."
"Oops."
"Oops?!"
"Don't worry, I'll go fix it right now."
"No you won't, you'll spend the whole time floating around in there having a grand ol' time."
"Oh get off your soap box! Why don't you just go read a book until I'm done? It wouldn't hurt you to learn a little culture."
"Soap box?? Look, just go fix it."
Bulma walked off without another word.
'Learn some culture..if these are the same books that you read to learn manners then it should be hilarious.' Vegeta glared at the book shelf, 'You know, it'll be awhile before she even gets started. And counting how long it will take her to fix it, I'll either be bored out my mind or come up with some devious plan.'
Suddenly, the visual image of him pointing out all of her flaws by the same book that she lived by was too perfect. The Saiyan pulled out the first book.
'Chicken Soup for the Soul? Why would your soul need soup? And if it did need soup, how would you feed it?' Utterly confused by the title, he reached for another book. 'Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul?' he stared at those words, read them over, paused, and dropped the book. 'I don't even want to deal with that shit.' Another book with the words "For Dummies" stood out. Book after book, Vegeta began to notice a trend. 'Betwen trying to make your soul fat and the books that prove your stupidity, they serve no purpose. No wonder Bulma is so fucked up! I wonder... '
A couple months later...
'Maybe mom has something good...What I wouldn't give for someone to try and blow up the planet right now, or at least there be a movie that was made after the 80's be on.' Trunks rummaged through the book case to find something to do on the lazy afternoon. On the top shelf there was a book laying on top of the others. 'Hmm, that's too high up for my sister, but not for me.' With a little push off the ground, he floated up to the shelf. 'This should be good.' Trunks got the book, and after he read the title, he lost his ki and fell on his head. He looked at the cover again and read it slowly.
"How Many Ways Can You Kill Babies? a book by Vegeta"
'...I don't know what's more scary,' Trunks thought, 'The fact dad made a book about killing children, or that it's a best seller.'
"Woman, you didn't fix my training capsule!"
"Yeah I did," Bulma said, not bothering to look up from her computer screen. "I fixed it about an hour ago, so why don't you go vent that anger on yourself and not on me?"
"You didn't fix my training capsule!"
"What?" Bulma asked with skepticism.
"When I hit the "activate" button it went haywire and shut off all the gravity."
"You mean..."
"I've been floating around in there for the last hour or so."
"Oops."
"Oops?!"
"Don't worry, I'll go fix it right now."
"No you won't, you'll spend the whole time floating around in there having a grand ol' time."
"Oh get off your soap box! Why don't you just go read a book until I'm done? It wouldn't hurt you to learn a little culture."
"Soap box?? Look, just go fix it."
Bulma walked off without another word.
'Learn some culture..if these are the same books that you read to learn manners then it should be hilarious.' Vegeta glared at the book shelf, 'You know, it'll be awhile before she even gets started. And counting how long it will take her to fix it, I'll either be bored out my mind or come up with some devious plan.'
Suddenly, the visual image of him pointing out all of her flaws by the same book that she lived by was too perfect. The Saiyan pulled out the first book.
'Chicken Soup for the Soul? Why would your soul need soup? And if it did need soup, how would you feed it?' Utterly confused by the title, he reached for another book. 'Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul?' he stared at those words, read them over, paused, and dropped the book. 'I don't even want to deal with that shit.' Another book with the words "For Dummies" stood out. Book after book, Vegeta began to notice a trend. 'Betwen trying to make your soul fat and the books that prove your stupidity, they serve no purpose. No wonder Bulma is so fucked up! I wonder... '
A couple months later...
'Maybe mom has something good...What I wouldn't give for someone to try and blow up the planet right now, or at least there be a movie that was made after the 80's be on.' Trunks rummaged through the book case to find something to do on the lazy afternoon. On the top shelf there was a book laying on top of the others. 'Hmm, that's too high up for my sister, but not for me.' With a little push off the ground, he floated up to the shelf. 'This should be good.' Trunks got the book, and after he read the title, he lost his ki and fell on his head. He looked at the cover again and read it slowly.
"How Many Ways Can You Kill Babies? a book by Vegeta"
'...I don't know what's more scary,' Trunks thought, 'The fact dad made a book about killing children, or that it's a best seller.'