A/N: Ok, I'm making a statement. I'm going to rotate between this format and the last one. There are only two things this time, due to the length of #4. Sorry bou that. And sorry bout the wait, but I still haven't gotten any reviews on Ch.2. Didn't anybody like it? ::puppy face::

For the records, i DON'T OWN DBZ, the characters therefrom, or Highlights magazine. Though my littlest sister still gets them, and its funny to look back and think that they used to actually be good reading... I still like the puzzles and hidden pictures...

Enough of me blabbering on. To the ridiculousness!
RANDOM MOMENT 4: Needle-Phobia?!

Our favorite Saiyan prince is going to the ::foreboding drumbeat sounds:: doctor! For his first Earth yearly check up. Goku is scheduled right after him, so our other resident Saiyan is in the waiting room, reading a Highlights for Kids magazine, giggling every few moments at the funny stories.

Vegeta is sitting on the cold waiting table reading a video game strategy guide, trying to find out ways to finally beat Goku, if only in the video game world. He totally ignores the nurses, only glaring at them when they dare come to near. The doctor finall comes in, and despite Vegeta's warning glares, procedes to examine his eyes, ears and- unfortunately for him- reflexes.

After picking himself up off the ground and putting the blood pressure machine back on it's hooks, he left telling Vegeta something about the nurse being back to deal with the shots. By this time Vegeta was absorbed in his guide again, so he didn't notice. Until the nurse walked in. Vegeta's cursory glance told him one thing.

That. Woman. Has. NEEDLES!!!!

He jumped up ontot he bench in the corner and squealed. "What are you going to do with those?!?!"

"They're just regulatory vaccines, sir. Please calm down and return to the bench."

"Not until you tell me where they're going!"

The nurse sighed, measuring out a needle of meds. "In your right upper arm, sir. Unless you have a request...?"

"I have a request! Put em up yours!!!!" The prince's face was pale, and he was edging away from the nurse, keeping his back to the wall.

"Oh, you're being worse than a three year old! Calm down. It won't hurt."

"Don't you tell me 'It won't hurt!'! I've seen People stabbed with needles smaller than that thing, and they were yelling like I'd punched 'em! You stay there, woman! KAKKAROT!!!!"

The nurse made her way towards Vegeta, and he kept edging. She made a dash, and he jumped away. This evolved into what appeared to be a game of tag, with Vegeta running in circles, hands stretched in front of him, near tears. "KAKKAROT!!!!"

The tables got turned over, the various instuments on the wall got knocked off, and the counter was soon to be disturbed. Vegeta clambored onto it, breaking or upsetting everything there. The nurse was panting by now, and gave him a look that could've killed.

"You're not sticking me with that-"

The nurse lunged, and sank the needle into his arm. A girlish scream seared through the building, and a few minutes later Vegeta went running out of the hospital, still screaming. Goku looked nervously after his friend.

"Son Goku? The doctor is waiting."
RANDOM MOMENT 5: Potty Break.

Bulma and a young Trunks were watching Vegeta and Goku choreograph one of the fighting scenes, Vegeta whining about every little scratch, and Goku afraid to hit him for fear of hurting the poor guy, still sore from his trip to the doctor.

They finally got the idea down, and the set doors were locked. Trunks pulled on his Mom's shirt. "Mom, I-"

"Shh, Trunks, they're recording!"

"But Mom, I-"

"Hush!"

"I gotta pee!"

Bulma's eyes widened, and she blushed. "Oh. Well, come on then." She took his hand and started towards the exit.

"You can't leave, they're recording." A bulky man in front of the door said. By now, Trunks was doing the Potty dance- biting his lip, legs turned inwards, bouncing up and down.

"My son has to use the restroom! We need to get out."

"You'll have to wait until the director cuts. We can't open the doors while they're filming."

"You don't understand-"

"Ma'am, we get this all the time. You can't leave. Wait a few moments, until they're done with the scene."

"Fine. Come on, Trunks." Bulma proceded to drag her son towards the other exit. There shouldn't be a guard there...

There was.

"You can't leave yet." he informed them.

Trunks lifted his leg, trying to hold it in. His face was scrunched, eyeballs floating, looking like his lip was about to come off. The Pottyhop.

"But my son desperately needs to use the restroom! Can't you make an exception this one time?!"

The guard shook his head, crossing his arms stubbornly. Trunks was on the floor, rocking back and forth.

"COME ON!!! IF WE'RE NOT ALLOWED OUT OF HERE WHILE THEY'RE SHOOTING, THEY SHOULD AT LEAST INSTALL A BATHROOM WITHIN REACH!!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma statred yelling. The director heard, and called a cut.

"That woman's infernal yelling is messing up our scene! Get her out of HERE!!!!"

The guard happily obliged, and threw Bulma out. The scene continued rolling.

Trunks continued his frantic hopping around, stll inside.