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"So his name is Goku?"

"Yup!"

"And he's like super strong? And buff?"

"Don't forget he has the brain of a monkey!"

Shorty pushed up her round, wired framed glasses and scribbled down notes of this Goku. This is gold, no way is anyone else going to have this type of story. What are the chances that someone would already have detail on some guy who defeated a weird purple alien named Frieza?

No one.

"This is amazing, Bulma. Thank you!" Shorty gushed as she clutched her notebook tightly against her chest. "It's also okay that I keep this picture of Goku?" the young student asked as she slipped out a worn out picture from the pages of her notebook. Bulma glanced over to Shorty and nodded her head, "Yeah, I got lots of the goofball. You're going to have to do some digging for pictures of when he entered the world tournament though. I don't have any from that time," she said with a wink. Shorty nodded, "Do you have any of Frieza? Or this Vegetable guy you talked about?" She asked.

"Bwahaha! Vegetable?" Yamcha laughed, suddenly bringing attention to himself. He was sitting next to Bulma at the table and was silent for most of the conversation. Shorty felt her cheeks heat up and she looked away embarrassed. "Did I say something weird?" She asked. Bulma shook her head, "Uhh yes, his name is Vegeta, not vegetable. And I don't have any pictures of that jerk," she huffed.

"Vegeta?" Shorty whispered as she opened her notebook and crossed out vegetable and wrote above it Vegeta. "That makes more sense," the girl murmured.

"Ya know, I kinda like this whole peace thing that's going on," Yamcha said, changing the subject. Shorty looked up confused.

"Yeah, but speaking of Vegeta… I wonder where he is?" Bulma questioned tapping her chin. A smile was on her lips as her mind wandered on the thought of him. Yamcha shrugged, "Probably out there scampering around space. Chasing after Goku most likely," he chuckled. Shorty pushed her glasses up, "That's right, you told me he has a one-sided rivalry with Goku!" Shorty exclaimed. Bulma and Yamcha looked at each other and nodded their head, "Seems about right," Bulma giggled.

"At least he isn't here!" Oolong sighed as he came to the table carrying a tray full of drinks. He hopped on a seat next to Shorty and gave her a cheeky grin. "I can give you all the information you need, babe. Just pay me a little visit and I'll fill you up," he offered. Bulma shot a frown at the pig and took her drink from the tray.

"Why don't you lay off? She just got used to you twenty minutes ago," she muttered as she took a sip. Shorty smiled and took a drink as well.

"I'd rather pass, thanks."

"Your loss, babe," Oolong shrugged as he took a sip from his glass. "Anyways, that Vegeta really scared the bacon out of me. I don't know what I would do if he showed up again!" he exclaimed. Bulma waved her hand back and forth, dismissing the idea.

"Under all that pride and armor he's really a big teddy bear," she said. Yamcha rolled his eyes, "That teddy bear stole your spaceship. He's really the opposite if you ask me," he gruffed.

"And I didn't! Besides, he only took it so he could go chase after Goku and beat him. I admire a man who goes after what he wants," she admitted. She wasn't any bit bothered by this. Shorty began to wonder if Bulma lost a few brain cells while she was away. Even though she didn't know this Vegeta it seems like a terrible thing thing to do, whether or not it was to settle something with Goku.

"So you admire him now? That's insane!" Yamcha exclaimed. His face was beginning to get red, probably from frustration or maybe jealousy.

"Someone is getting a little jealous," Oolong laughed. Shorty smiled, so that was it then. Yamcha crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair, "Whatever!" he yelled. Panchy suddenly came outside, walking towards the table. "Your father said the ship didn't have much fuel, so he should be back shortly," she said in a kind and sweet voice. She refilled glasses and quickly left to attend to other things. Shorty raised an eyebrow. Maybe she'll be able to get a picture of this Vegeta herself.

Bulma looked away, "I wish we could say the same for Goku," she muttered. Yamcha took notice of the change in her mood and dropped the jealous act.

What's wrong with Goku?

"So, Shorty… uh… why so interested in all this stuff?" Yamcha asked. The girl looked up from her notebook and smiled, "I want to be a reporter for NNC. Maybe if I do reports on this I can gain some attention from them and get hired," she said. Yamcha nodded his head.

Oolong took a pause from his drink, "So like, is Shorty your real name or what?" he asked.

The girl shook her head.

"My real name is-"

She paused in the middle of her sentence and stared in disbelief as a large metal sphere was quickly heading towards Bulma's home. She raised a shaky hand and pointed at the thing.

"H-hey, should we be worried?" She asked. Everyone turned to where Shorty was pointing and a huge gulp was heard right before the heavy metal crashed somewhere outside Bulma's property.

"Oh, eat me," Oolong whimpered.

Yamcha jumped up from his chair, his face was pulling into an angry scowl. "Wait here," he yelled and Oolong laughed nervously, "Don't need to tell me twice, buddy."

"No way, I'm going!" Bulma shouted as she pushed past Yamcha and dashed to the crash landing sight. Yamcha blinked his eyes and followed after her.

"Wait, it could be dangerous!"

Shorty was left sitting at the table with Oolong who returned to his drink. She slowly reached into her bag that was hanging from her chair and pulled out a cheap camera. "I'll be right back," she whispered and followed after the two.

She followed them to the front yard where the heavy metal crashed. Shorty could see Panchy standing there, shaking due to fear. Slowing down her pace, the wannabe reporter stared at the contraption and noticed the smoke surrounding it. The thing must've took a beating.

"Honey! The spaceship is back!" Panchy shouted as her hands shook. She was holding a pitcher of water and it was spilling out due to her shakiness. Yamcha quickly moved in front of her, shielding her as he stared angrily at the fallen spaceship. Bulma stared at the ship was a hand on her hip.

Suddenly a door popped open and out came a man with a short structure, but tall hair. His clothes were tattered and even from where Shorty was standing you could smell a terrible odor. He also seemed like a naturally angry looking guy.

"Vegeta! Just what the hell are you doing here?" Yamcha yelled.

"U-uh, how was space?" Panchy asked nervously.

Shorty blinked her eyes and held up the camera to take a picture of this Vegeta. He noticed and shot a glare at her, but it didn't stop her.

"I don't sense Kakarrot's energy here," Vegeta muttered angrily.

"Carrot?" Shorty questioned.

Yamcha suddenly had a shaky voice, "Are you saying you didn't find Goku out there?" he asked. Maybe this whole tough act was just a ploy to fool Bulma into thinking Yamcha was a real man. Guess he isn't in the end.

Vegeta turned towards Yamcha and made a huge jump, landing directly in front of him. You could see fear in Yamcha's eyes as she stared down Vegeta. Shorty had to plug her nose.

"Why would I waste my time telling you anything?" Vegeta asked with a mean glare. Yamcha flinched and took a step back.

"W-Well-"

"Now, come you two," Bulma sighed as a smile played on her lips. She walked over to Vegeta and pressed a finger against his tattered armor. "Someone is in need of bath, C'mon, Vegeta!" she chirped. Vegeta and Yamcha stared at Bulma in disbelief. Was she really treating some weird alien dude like a normal human being?

After realizing Vegeta wasn't following, Bulma turned her head angrily, "You smell like wet dog! Now follow me!" she yelled. Vegeta crossed his arms and begrudgingly followed after the woman.

"W-what just happened…" Yamcha muttered. Shorty tilted her head and watched as Bulma led Vegeta away.

"He seems okay," The girl said looking up at Yamcha.

"Okay?! He tried to kill us!" He yelled. Shorty shrugged, "if Bulma is comfortable with him then I'll be too. Besides, you're the one that actually got killed if I remember, right?" She asked with a grin.

Yamcha glared and shoved past Shorty. "That green thing took me by surprise that's all!"

"I left some clothes out for you, Vegeta!"

Bulma joined the rest of the group in the patio. By now Krillin was here, resting back in his chair, just as relaxed as Bulma.

"Do you think Vegeta will freak out and kill us?" She asked suddenly. There was no worry in her voice though, if anything it was a simple thought in her brain.

"You worry about that now?" Yamcha asked annoyed. He seemed less tense, but still obviously bitter about the whole situation. He didn't think anyone could tell, but they could see that he was near close to pissing his pants. Krillin shrugged, "I guess we'll have to wait and see, hopefully he doesn't," he chuckled nervously. He suddenly turned to Shorty who was sitting next to him. "How do you and Bulma know each other? You're pretty young to be hanging out with her," he said with a grin as he jabbed a thumb towards the Bulma. Said woman quickly turned sour and glared.

"Gee, thanks. And her dad and mine used to work together until a few years ago," she muttered. Krillin and Yamcha raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really?"

"He quit to start up the company Hetap."

There were murmurs across the table, making Shorty slightly nervous. "Is that a problem?" she asked, getting ready to leave and go home. Krillin shook his head with a smile on his face. "No, not at all. It's actually quite impressive!" he chuckled.

"Hey, you gotta be some type of jillionaire. Why not just live off that money instead of going for NNC?" Yamcha asked. Bulma glared and smacked the back of his head.

"H-hey, OW!"

"Such a stupid thing for you to say! Just because a girl has money doesn't mean she has to throw away the opportunity to make her own life!"

Yamcha rubbed his head, "I wasn't saying that! I just think it would be easier if she lived off of the money instead of going for a big company like NNC," he defended himself. Bulma glared and placed her hands on her hips, "Oh, so you're saying she can't do it?" she asked. Krillin laughed, "Just stop while you have the chance," he said. Yamcha rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

Shorty just watched, mildly amused.

"Servant! I need a towel!"

"Oh no," Krillin said as a smile was creeping onto his face. Everyone turned to Bulma who scowled and placed her hands on her hips.

"Are you there, servant? I need a towel!"

Everyone stayed silent, listening to angry alien yell from the shower.

"Bull moose! Are you there? I demand a towel!"

"He's calling you," Krillin grinned,

"Oh shut up!" Bulma hissed. She turned towards the voice and shouted. "My name is Bulma! And you can say please!"

"F-forget it then, where are my clothes?"

"I laid some out for you."

Shorty grinned slightly. She asked Bulma if she could pick out some for Vegeta and was happy to see the wide selection of colors she had. Hopefully the space alien was pleased with it.

"IS THIS A JOKE? ARE THESE CLOTHES FOR A MAN OR A WOMAN?!"

Okay, maybe not.

Helloooo, here is DBZ story I've placed out. If you watched the abridged series then you might notice some of the references I've placed in here, but if not then that's okay lol

I hope you enjoy!

See yeah