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Kiss This!!!

Vegeta was bored as always. He'd finished his training, eaten and now he was just hanging out in front of the TV. A channel of interest came up, and Vegeta paused there to watch. It was a hypnotist.

Slowly, the Saiyan followed the instructions as the man on screen spoke and watched as freaky flashing colors came up on the screen. "You are getting very sleepy…sleepy. You are now asleep." The voice spoke, "Now, when I count to three, you will want to kiss anything green. One, two…three." The colors blipped off and Vegeta woke up snarling.

"What a bunch of crap." He muttered, then picked up the green pillow on the couch and kissed it. After doing so, he blinked. "What the hell? Crap. I need to go train again. This is nuts!"

Vegeta headed outside, but his eyes were drawn to the lovely grass below. Seconds later, he threw himself on the grass and started crawling around, kissing it. Then he buried his face in the plants and started kissing them too. His face itched because he'd gotten into poison ivy, and people on the streets stopped in their tracks to gawk when he started kissing leaves on a tree.

"I can't believe this!" He screamed, closing his eyes and flying into the gravity room. The green light came on, and he ran over to kiss it. "No!!!! Must…regain…control!!!!!!" Slowly, the Saiyan managed to pull his lips off the green light and make it go off. "What is the matter with me? Wait! It had to be that stupid TV show!"

"Vegeta? Are you OK in there?" Bulma called from outside.

"No!" Vegeta shouted back, scratching his face.

"Then open the door so I can see what happened!"

Charging to the door, Vegeta yanked it open and screamed, slamming it again because Bulma was wearing a green shirt. He fell on his back shouting every possible cuss word he could think of.

Mrs. Briefs came up to Bulma, tittering as always. "Is he OK in there?"

"I dunno." Bulma shrugged, "C'mon, let's go check on dad."

"OK!"

A few hours later, Vegeta was sitting in front of the TV with cream all over his face to get rid of the poison ivy. He was grumbling, kissing the green beans on his plate before chomping them down. There were face prints on the shatter-resistant windows from his trying to throw himself at the foliage outside and kiss it.

"Vegeta? How's your face feel now?" Bulma asked, having changed clothes after Vegeta demanded it.

"@#$! *&@^ %*#(@" Vegeta cussed, "Just leave me alone and get rid of these green beans!"

Bulma snarled, stood up and screamed into his face. "Get rid of them yourself! You don't have to get so pissed at me because you got suckered into being hypnotized!"

"Grr!"

Before Vegeta could protest, Bulma had left the room. He just grumbled and went back to kissing his green beans before eating them.

The doorbell rang, Mrs. Briefs answered it and went into the living room to get Vegeta. "Someone here to see you."

Growling, Vegeta walked to the door and yanked it open to face his guest. "What!? AAHHH!!! Must…resist….must….not…agh!!!" Vegeta through himself through the door.

In the kitchen, Bulma heard all the yelling and looked to her mother. "Mom? Who's at the door?"

"Oh, it's only Piccolo." Mrs. Briefs raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

From the living room, there was a loud SMACK!!!!!!!!! followed by loud cussing and shouting.

Bulma looked to her mother, rolled her eyes and replied, "Don't ask."