I wrote this with another author named petalstorm over MSN so thats why the grammer sucks and its in the format that it is in
*whatever*- action
anything else is talking
ENJOY
Petalstorm:
Baby Vegeta, you're...CUTE *runs off*
Chibi Vegeta:
*blasts u into otherwworld* I AM NOT CUTE I AM THE PRINCE OF ALL SAYIANS! * stomps off angrily*
petalstorm:
...kawaii... I didn't say you were cute that time, I merely said it in another language
Chibi Vegeta:
bwahahah shes dead i will never hear here call me cute again!
petalstorm:
*randomly appears with a teacup* GOT MILK?
Chibi Vegeta:
No do i look like a cow to you? *blasts AGAIN into other world*
petalstorm:
*appears randomly* Whooa mario galaxy! *looks around* Hey Bowser..GOT MILK? AHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHHA Bowser's got a TAIL,,cause he's a dino...SAUR ahahahahahhahaha And so are you *points at Vegeta*
Chibi Vegegta:
*blast into wario demension* its impolite to point at royalty
petalstorm:
Its impolite to blast people into another dimenesion just cause they want milk for THERE FREAKIN TEA! *mutters to herself* jackass
Chibi Vegeta:
i am the prince of all saiyans im allowed to be rude *patented Vegeta smirk(tm)*
petalstorm:
You a midjet...*flies to texas on a dishwasher*
Chibi Vegeta:
*rolls eyes* IM NINE YOU BAKA, OF COURSE IM SHORT
petalstorm:
..you still a midjet... *pokes head with teacup*
Chibi Vegeta:
*blasts teacup b4 it hits head* how the hell did you get out of the wario demension? *shoves you into space pod set for the ice-jin planet in a bikini*
petalstorm:
WEEEEEE I LOVE THIS RIDE... Omg its icey here, good thing I got this bikini...wow, I didn't know Vegeta shopped at garage
Chibi Vegeta:
*rolls eyes AGAIN* Its my mothers
petalstorms:
You stole your mothes bikini? Do you wear this in your spare time...*eyes go big*
Chibi Vegeta:
*rolls eyes AGAIN then laugs as frieza obliterates demented version of you* *goes super sayian beats frieza's gay pink ass*
petalstorm"
*comes back* Dragon ballsssssssss Chibi Vegeta:
*goes wide eyed and disturbed* I havent learnd reproduction of dragons yet *shudders*
petalstorm:
If you want to know..*takes out vivid sketches*...I drew em myself *gives a big grin*
Chibi Vegeta:
*blasts before i get TOO scard* *mutters to self* blood, guts, gore, death, and NORMAL sex pictures i can handle but dragons "doing it" drawn by an insane fangirl i cannot
petalstorm:
Oh nu...mah wonderful sketches..Do you know how HARD it is to draw that..? *stop and snkickers* HAR! *bursts out laughing*
Chibi Vegeta:
NO AND I DON"T CARE! *kills you AGAIN* *mutters to self* shes worse than nappa when hes off his riddilin
Petalstorm:
*comes up from behind Vegeta* "Hey..guess what...?" she whispered
Chibi Vegeta:
*atoumatically throws backwards ki charged fist into face without thinking*
petalstorm:
Your ki tastes like rusty door hinges...*comes up from the dirt*
Chibi Vegeta:
*patented Vegeta smirk(TM)* good
petalstorm:
.*takes out gun* Look I have a gun, isn't cute? *pets gun*
Chibi Vegeta:
*grabs muzzle, takes it away from you and ties it into a balloon/gun animal* now it is *hands back disturbing demon dog gun animal*
Petalsstorm:
Omg...its ugly now, you mess up everything don't you Vegeta-kun?
Chibi Vegeta:
first dont call me that and second yes, yes I do *smirks*
petalstorm:
...Vegeta-kun...
Chibi Vegeta:
*blasts*
petalstorm:
AHHHH The smell of rusty door hinges in da air! *blasts off into space*
Chibi Vegeta:
*sighs* i really need to find that freakiy fangirl some riddilin
petalstorm:
*appears beside him* BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
Chibi Vegeta:
*shoves riddelen down throat*
petalstorm:
*pukes it up* IT TASTES LIKE ASS...Hey Vegeta do you have adhd? Since you have these pills and all
Chibi Vegeta:
*vegeta death glare* no its nappa's
petalstorm:
LOL I like how you carry the meds! *walks off humming the tune of yugioh opening theme*
Chibi Vegeta:
*glares at back of insane freak and stomps off to do whatever it is grumpy nine year old sayian prince's do*
TADA THE END LMAO NOW CLICK THE SHINEY BUTTON THAT SAYS "Riview This Story" GOOD RIVIEWERS *HANDS OVER VIRTUAL COOKIES TO ALL RIVIEWERS*