Note: Do not read this story if you don't like retarded stories, 'cuz this
is a retarded story cooked up in the minds of two retarded people one
retarded morning in a retarded town in a retarded state....k, I'll shut up
now and let you read...
When Vegeta met Serena
It was just one of those nights for our mighty Saiyan prince-a night when he felt like killing everything in site. Bulma had convinced him to go out with her to a formal restaurant, and unfortunately he had agreed. If he were a girl, he would call his mood PMS, but since he was of the opposite gender he didn't even have a name for it. "Vegeta, sweetheart," Bulma said as they entered the expensive restaurant. "Why don't you wait here while I go talk to Yamcha. I think he's working tonight. You know he's a bus boy, been one since I dumped him for you." "Hmph," Vegeta muttered. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, but chose not to respond. Vegeta could be such a jerk sometimes. Vegeta looked away, not wanting to even be around anyone, especially a happy Bulma tonight. If he didn't love her, he would probably have killed her just for that look she gave him. Finally, Bulma left his side and headed for the kitchen. That is when Vegeta heard the most annoying voice he had ever heard his entire life. It was coming from the door and it was heading straight for him! "Oh, what an awful haircut!" Vegeta whirled around to see a long legged blonde girl. Her hair was fashioned into two funky looking bun-like pig tails, and almost brushed the floor. "You talking to me? Are you talking to me?" Vegeta growled as he pictured maiming this annoying human. As a matter of fact, he was already missing Bulma. Suddenly, she seemed a lot less annoying than this new creature. "Oh, you are just darling....except for the haircut that is, but we can change all that!" the girl clapped her hands and jumped up and down with excitement. "I'm Serena and I want to give you a makeover!" "Hmph," Vegeta muttered. "Makeover yourself, you ugly frump!" "Ooh, he has such a vocabulary!" Serena cooed. "You will make a lovely addition to the Sailor Scouts! I can just envision it now-black pigtails!" "I don't think so," Vegeta said slowly, an expression filled with murderous rage suddenly appearing on his face. But the girly scout continued as if she had never heard his reply. "Oh, and we'll find you a lovely pink skirt. But we'll have to work on your legs. They're far to muscular for such a short skirt. Maybe you should shave your legs." "Oh," Vegeta said in a voice mocking her own. "I think you should shut up and leave me alone before I send you to the next dimension........BULMA, help!" "Bulma? Who is that?" Serena asked, hands on her hips. "Is she your girlfriend. Excuse me! The Sailor Scouts are supposed to be your girlfriends. And don't you forget it!" "You, dimwit. Bulma is my woman! She's my wife. Now get away from me!" he screamed, the wind from his mouth blowing her hair back and nearly knocking her over. "Now go away." "Oh, wait," Serena whined. "You have a little piece of lint on your shoulder." Wait! NO! screamed the narrator. Don't touch him! Ha, like she'd listen to me. Serena's hand reached out, almost in slow motion. Vegeta's head turned slowly as his hand shot out and connected with her annoying face. Let's just say.....she isn't conscious anymore. Apparently, she doesn't listen to advice coming from retarded writers. Bulma returned a couple seconds later, and without even looking down at the unconscious girl on the floor, she grabbed Vegeta's arm and dragged him out of the restaurant. "What's the matter with you, woman?" Vegeta snarled. "Yamcha is such a jerk!" she replied angrily. "And plus I need some down time with the girls and a little encouragement. Have you met my friends, the Sailor Scouts?"
The End
When Vegeta met Serena
It was just one of those nights for our mighty Saiyan prince-a night when he felt like killing everything in site. Bulma had convinced him to go out with her to a formal restaurant, and unfortunately he had agreed. If he were a girl, he would call his mood PMS, but since he was of the opposite gender he didn't even have a name for it. "Vegeta, sweetheart," Bulma said as they entered the expensive restaurant. "Why don't you wait here while I go talk to Yamcha. I think he's working tonight. You know he's a bus boy, been one since I dumped him for you." "Hmph," Vegeta muttered. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, but chose not to respond. Vegeta could be such a jerk sometimes. Vegeta looked away, not wanting to even be around anyone, especially a happy Bulma tonight. If he didn't love her, he would probably have killed her just for that look she gave him. Finally, Bulma left his side and headed for the kitchen. That is when Vegeta heard the most annoying voice he had ever heard his entire life. It was coming from the door and it was heading straight for him! "Oh, what an awful haircut!" Vegeta whirled around to see a long legged blonde girl. Her hair was fashioned into two funky looking bun-like pig tails, and almost brushed the floor. "You talking to me? Are you talking to me?" Vegeta growled as he pictured maiming this annoying human. As a matter of fact, he was already missing Bulma. Suddenly, she seemed a lot less annoying than this new creature. "Oh, you are just darling....except for the haircut that is, but we can change all that!" the girl clapped her hands and jumped up and down with excitement. "I'm Serena and I want to give you a makeover!" "Hmph," Vegeta muttered. "Makeover yourself, you ugly frump!" "Ooh, he has such a vocabulary!" Serena cooed. "You will make a lovely addition to the Sailor Scouts! I can just envision it now-black pigtails!" "I don't think so," Vegeta said slowly, an expression filled with murderous rage suddenly appearing on his face. But the girly scout continued as if she had never heard his reply. "Oh, and we'll find you a lovely pink skirt. But we'll have to work on your legs. They're far to muscular for such a short skirt. Maybe you should shave your legs." "Oh," Vegeta said in a voice mocking her own. "I think you should shut up and leave me alone before I send you to the next dimension........BULMA, help!" "Bulma? Who is that?" Serena asked, hands on her hips. "Is she your girlfriend. Excuse me! The Sailor Scouts are supposed to be your girlfriends. And don't you forget it!" "You, dimwit. Bulma is my woman! She's my wife. Now get away from me!" he screamed, the wind from his mouth blowing her hair back and nearly knocking her over. "Now go away." "Oh, wait," Serena whined. "You have a little piece of lint on your shoulder." Wait! NO! screamed the narrator. Don't touch him! Ha, like she'd listen to me. Serena's hand reached out, almost in slow motion. Vegeta's head turned slowly as his hand shot out and connected with her annoying face. Let's just say.....she isn't conscious anymore. Apparently, she doesn't listen to advice coming from retarded writers. Bulma returned a couple seconds later, and without even looking down at the unconscious girl on the floor, she grabbed Vegeta's arm and dragged him out of the restaurant. "What's the matter with you, woman?" Vegeta snarled. "Yamcha is such a jerk!" she replied angrily. "And plus I need some down time with the girls and a little encouragement. Have you met my friends, the Sailor Scouts?"
The End