Okey-dokey. I thought this up when thinking about the end of the year in
school. It's going to be on the thirteenth. On Friday. Help! o_O
A.N.: It plays before the Buu saga.
Help! It's the thirteenth!
Part 1
"Yawn!!!" Vegeta stretched his limbs. He looked at the clock.
"7:OO AM"
He looked next to him.
"That's odd." He said to himself. "The woman is already up."
He climbed out of bed, and lazily put on a boxer.
"Stupid earthlings...sleeping in clothes..."
Rubbing the back of his neck ('cause it itched like hell) he looked around the hallway.
No one.
The prince smiled to himself. Good.
"Whoooo!"
He slid down the railing of the unimaginably long stairs. Landing softly, he said to himself: "Oh how I love it when no one's around!"
The saiyan prince stepped into the kitchen just when his stomach decided to speak. He looked around. No breakfast whatsoever. He frowned. Walking to the fridge he found a piece of paper humans call 'sticky note'. Got to hand it to them though, he thought, it's a pretty good idea. It read:
"Vegeta,
I had a call that we have an unscheduled meeting today. Stupid Chibi Corporation, can't they tell us a few days earlier when they want to meet? Bastards!"
Vegeta chuckled to himself. His woman had spirit.
"I took Trunks to school early. Neither he, nor I, wanted to suffer through a 'Trunks stuck in the toilet, my kitchen in ruins and other disasters' case."
The prince frowned. Sure he wasn't a class-A babysitter, but last time was not his fault. It was the brat whose idea was to have a food fight; he started it! And he got himself stuck in the toilet too! As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
"So, you'll be home alone. Be a good little boy!
Million kisses,
Bulma"
He put the paper in the bin, and started packing out the contents of the fridge. It wasn't like he couldn't cook, but he liked it more when someone else did the work for him. Who wouldn't? Some eggs would be nice. He turned the 'platform' on and put the frying pan in its rightful place. Four eggs at a time.
One. Crack.
Two. Crack.
Sizzle sizzle.
Three. Crack.
Fou-Oops!
PANICK!!!!!!!!!! It was on fire!
"Quick! Where is the kitchen cloth when you need it?"
He turned around frantically looking. Something was too hot for comfort around his butt. He turned around. Vegeta's eyes bulged.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My boxers are on fire!!!!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!"
Instantly he ran around, trying to get away from the fire. A bottle of glass was knocked over and spilled on the eggs. The saiyan ran around the house.
Living room.
Hall.
Up the stairs.
Their room.
Trunks'.
The bathroom.
His legs tripped in the rug and the prince unceremoniously fell in the tub butt-first.
Sizzle
"Phew!"
"Ribbbbit!!!!"
"Huh?"
Vegeta looked into his lap. A frog started back at him. The brat...
A.N.: It plays before the Buu saga.
Help! It's the thirteenth!
Part 1
"Yawn!!!" Vegeta stretched his limbs. He looked at the clock.
"7:OO AM"
He looked next to him.
"That's odd." He said to himself. "The woman is already up."
He climbed out of bed, and lazily put on a boxer.
"Stupid earthlings...sleeping in clothes..."
Rubbing the back of his neck ('cause it itched like hell) he looked around the hallway.
No one.
The prince smiled to himself. Good.
"Whoooo!"
He slid down the railing of the unimaginably long stairs. Landing softly, he said to himself: "Oh how I love it when no one's around!"
The saiyan prince stepped into the kitchen just when his stomach decided to speak. He looked around. No breakfast whatsoever. He frowned. Walking to the fridge he found a piece of paper humans call 'sticky note'. Got to hand it to them though, he thought, it's a pretty good idea. It read:
"Vegeta,
I had a call that we have an unscheduled meeting today. Stupid Chibi Corporation, can't they tell us a few days earlier when they want to meet? Bastards!"
Vegeta chuckled to himself. His woman had spirit.
"I took Trunks to school early. Neither he, nor I, wanted to suffer through a 'Trunks stuck in the toilet, my kitchen in ruins and other disasters' case."
The prince frowned. Sure he wasn't a class-A babysitter, but last time was not his fault. It was the brat whose idea was to have a food fight; he started it! And he got himself stuck in the toilet too! As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
"So, you'll be home alone. Be a good little boy!
Million kisses,
Bulma"
He put the paper in the bin, and started packing out the contents of the fridge. It wasn't like he couldn't cook, but he liked it more when someone else did the work for him. Who wouldn't? Some eggs would be nice. He turned the 'platform' on and put the frying pan in its rightful place. Four eggs at a time.
One. Crack.
Two. Crack.
Sizzle sizzle.
Three. Crack.
Fou-Oops!
PANICK!!!!!!!!!! It was on fire!
"Quick! Where is the kitchen cloth when you need it?"
He turned around frantically looking. Something was too hot for comfort around his butt. He turned around. Vegeta's eyes bulged.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My boxers are on fire!!!!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!"
Instantly he ran around, trying to get away from the fire. A bottle of glass was knocked over and spilled on the eggs. The saiyan ran around the house.
Living room.
Hall.
Up the stairs.
Their room.
Trunks'.
The bathroom.
His legs tripped in the rug and the prince unceremoniously fell in the tub butt-first.
Sizzle
"Phew!"
"Ribbbbit!!!!"
"Huh?"
Vegeta looked into his lap. A frog started back at him. The brat...