Trix are for Kids
Disclaimer:I don't own DBZ. I wish I was Akira Toriyama...Then I would've created Trunks and Vegeta all for myself! *evil snicker*
Author Notes: This is just another version of how I think Bulma and Vegeta became. Enjoy :)
A Dirty Trick!
Ha Ha! It's April fools Day ^.^ And all of Japan is taking advantage of the one day they have an excuse to be cruel and cheap to others. Bulma plans to break up with Yamcha in a way that will not make her feel bad for breaking up with him and leave her laughing for weeks. Her plan was not only cruel, but ingenious. But she needed someone to help her. Her parents would think of the plan as a juvenile, and a un adult thing to do and Puar wouldn't stand to hurt his friend. It suddenly popped into her head that she should get the Saiya-jin prince to help. She would have to come up with a way to get him to do it. Then the prince entered the room, taking a break only to nourish his stomach.
"Geta-chan?"
"......."
"Geta-chan?"
"......."
"VEGETA!!!!"
"I don't know why I haven't blasted you by now. I don't respond to retarded nick names. Address me the way I should be addressed." Vegeta inquired.
"Why should I? I mean... your a prince of a long dead planet with an ego that was probably bigger than Vegetasei it self!" Bulma replied.
Vegeta ignored her completley and continued to eat his sub.
"Listen...I have a little proposition for you..."
"What kind of proposition?" Vegeta asked.
"You help me do something and I'll pay you some way."
"And what would yoube needing my services for?" Vegeta asked.
"Oh not much....just help me break up with Yamcha..." Bulma replied.
Vegeta raised his brow and gave Bulma the "why the fuck should I help you?" look.
"Listen.... if you help I'll make it worth your wild"
Vegeta scanned Bulma's body and starred at her eye to eye.
"I admit, If I were desperate I'd take you, but I don't want you!"
"Who said I'd want you?" Bulma asked.
"Fine then. Be like that. And If I refuse helping you?" Vegeta asked.
"Not only will I won't stop getting on your nerves, but when you break the gravity machine, I won't fix it, and neither will Daddy"
*So much for getting the old man to fix it' Vegeta thought.
"And what do I recieve if I help you?" Vegeta asked.
" I will fix you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Along with not getting on your nerves, I'll make you some new training outfits, and if you DO break the machine....I'll fix it no questions asked."
"You mean...you won't bitch me?" Vegeta curiously asked.
"No I won't bitch you. I'll keep quiet!" Bulma agreed.
Vegeta thought to himself and agreed that he ould help her anyway. Besides... he didin't want to hear her bitch ALL THE TIME. He did admit that he would miss their daily verbal sparring. Next to training, getting on her nerves was his favorite part.
"Alright...I'll do it woman!"
"You won't be sorry Vegeta." Bulma said. She skipped out of the kitchen leaving Vegeta to coolect his thoughts while she gathered the things she needed to make this plan complete.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Vegeta asked himself out loud.
Bulma asked if Yamcha could stop his training and spend his time with her today. In two hours he arrived and was waiting in the living room. Bulma went to her lab and grabbed a spray bottle. She sat at her deak and brought up a camera in the gravity room. Something was stopping her from calling Vegeta to her side. She watched him jump in the air, throw punches, and ki attackes at himself. *That man is gonna kill himself one of thses days..... even if he is a saiya-jin!* Bulma thought. She brought her mind back to reality and remembered her mission.
"Vegeta...it's time. Meet me in the kitchen right now!". Immediately Vegeta stopped in mid air and lowered himself to the ground. He set the controls back to earth's normal gravity level, grabbed a towelto dry him self and exited the gravity room to help. HELP! He was the Prince of an Elite Race. Why would a Prince be helping Anyone. Even he didin't know the answer. All he knew was that he couldn't say no to Bulma. He entered the kitchen and came to Bulma's side and awaited what was to come next.
Well there's chapter 1. I wonder what Bulma's Plan is to get rid of Yamcha. R/R
Disclaimer:I don't own DBZ. I wish I was Akira Toriyama...Then I would've created Trunks and Vegeta all for myself! *evil snicker*
Author Notes: This is just another version of how I think Bulma and Vegeta became. Enjoy :)
A Dirty Trick!
Ha Ha! It's April fools Day ^.^ And all of Japan is taking advantage of the one day they have an excuse to be cruel and cheap to others. Bulma plans to break up with Yamcha in a way that will not make her feel bad for breaking up with him and leave her laughing for weeks. Her plan was not only cruel, but ingenious. But she needed someone to help her. Her parents would think of the plan as a juvenile, and a un adult thing to do and Puar wouldn't stand to hurt his friend. It suddenly popped into her head that she should get the Saiya-jin prince to help. She would have to come up with a way to get him to do it. Then the prince entered the room, taking a break only to nourish his stomach.
"Geta-chan?"
"......."
"Geta-chan?"
"......."
"VEGETA!!!!"
"I don't know why I haven't blasted you by now. I don't respond to retarded nick names. Address me the way I should be addressed." Vegeta inquired.
"Why should I? I mean... your a prince of a long dead planet with an ego that was probably bigger than Vegetasei it self!" Bulma replied.
Vegeta ignored her completley and continued to eat his sub.
"Listen...I have a little proposition for you..."
"What kind of proposition?" Vegeta asked.
"You help me do something and I'll pay you some way."
"And what would yoube needing my services for?" Vegeta asked.
"Oh not much....just help me break up with Yamcha..." Bulma replied.
Vegeta raised his brow and gave Bulma the "why the fuck should I help you?" look.
"Listen.... if you help I'll make it worth your wild"
Vegeta scanned Bulma's body and starred at her eye to eye.
"I admit, If I were desperate I'd take you, but I don't want you!"
"Who said I'd want you?" Bulma asked.
"Fine then. Be like that. And If I refuse helping you?" Vegeta asked.
"Not only will I won't stop getting on your nerves, but when you break the gravity machine, I won't fix it, and neither will Daddy"
*So much for getting the old man to fix it' Vegeta thought.
"And what do I recieve if I help you?" Vegeta asked.
" I will fix you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Along with not getting on your nerves, I'll make you some new training outfits, and if you DO break the machine....I'll fix it no questions asked."
"You mean...you won't bitch me?" Vegeta curiously asked.
"No I won't bitch you. I'll keep quiet!" Bulma agreed.
Vegeta thought to himself and agreed that he ould help her anyway. Besides... he didin't want to hear her bitch ALL THE TIME. He did admit that he would miss their daily verbal sparring. Next to training, getting on her nerves was his favorite part.
"Alright...I'll do it woman!"
"You won't be sorry Vegeta." Bulma said. She skipped out of the kitchen leaving Vegeta to coolect his thoughts while she gathered the things she needed to make this plan complete.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Vegeta asked himself out loud.
Bulma asked if Yamcha could stop his training and spend his time with her today. In two hours he arrived and was waiting in the living room. Bulma went to her lab and grabbed a spray bottle. She sat at her deak and brought up a camera in the gravity room. Something was stopping her from calling Vegeta to her side. She watched him jump in the air, throw punches, and ki attackes at himself. *That man is gonna kill himself one of thses days..... even if he is a saiya-jin!* Bulma thought. She brought her mind back to reality and remembered her mission.
"Vegeta...it's time. Meet me in the kitchen right now!". Immediately Vegeta stopped in mid air and lowered himself to the ground. He set the controls back to earth's normal gravity level, grabbed a towelto dry him self and exited the gravity room to help. HELP! He was the Prince of an Elite Race. Why would a Prince be helping Anyone. Even he didin't know the answer. All he knew was that he couldn't say no to Bulma. He entered the kitchen and came to Bulma's side and awaited what was to come next.
Well there's chapter 1. I wonder what Bulma's Plan is to get rid of Yamcha. R/R