Do It Yourself
Disclaimer: I own no rights to DragonBall Z or its characters. However, TRF (based on an author) is a mixture of my imagination so I do own the rights to her.
"Misfits? What misfits?" TRF asked, racking her brain for a good cover-up.
"The ones you were talking about." Goku said, munching on an apple.
"Oh, those misfits." TRF said, walking past Goku. "Cya later!"
"Wait, aren't you going to tell me?" Goku asked, looking suspicious.
"Long story, tell ya about it later!" TRF said, running out of Capsule Corp. and bumping straight into Piccolo. "Whats with everyone bumping into me today?"
"You bumped into me." Piccolo stated, matter-of-factly.
"Psssh, yeah right Green Man." TRF muttered.
"Who the hell are you anyway?" Piccolo asked.
"This is 'Bobbelina'. She has 'amnesia'." Vegeta said as he approached the two.
"Why thank you." TRF said, shooting a glare at Vegeta.
"No problem."
"Stupid Vegetable Head." TRF muttered.
"Talking to yourself again, are we?" Vegeta smirked.
"Shut up! And for your information I do have amnesia!" TRF said.
"I never said you didn't." Vegeta replied.
"You implied it!"
"You're implying that I implied it!" Vegeta shot back at TRF, neither noticing Piccolo had left.
"Am not! I know from your tone!" TRF said.
"Calm down, 'Bobbelina'." Vegeta smirked.
"Get over yourself!"
"Not until you tell me why you're really here." Vegeta demanded, grabbing TRF's wrist and twisting it.
"Ow! That hurts!" TRF said, turning her body in time with the wrist to lessen the pain.
"It's supposed to." Vegeta smirked. "So tell me, 'Bobbelina', why are you here."
" Let go of my fucking wrist and I'll tell you, bitch!" TRF hissed at the pain.
"Well?" Vegeta asked, letting go of her wrist.
"Like I said, I'm here because I've forgotten where I'm from as I have amnesia." TRF smirked as Bulma came outside.
"Vegeta! Leave Bobbelina alone! It's scary enough for her without your face scaring her any furthur!" Bulma shouted.
"Yeah, Vegetable Head." TRF whispered, before Bulma could hear her. "Ow, my wrist." TRF said, rubbing it.
"Vegeta! What have you done?" Bulma demanded.
"I was just about to get the truth out of this lying little."
"Vegeta, just leave her alone!" Bulma warned, guiding TRF back into Capsule Corp.
"Yeah, Vegeta, leave me alone." TRF said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Kusotarre." Vegeta said, stomping back to the Gravity Room.
~*~ (TRF's Room)
"Right, I need to grill Bulma about Vegeta and vice versa, then hopefully it should all be a lot easier." TRF said, looking at the plan she'd created. "I'll leave Vegeta to cool down. Bulma!" She called, taking a drink of water.
"Yes Bobbelina?" Bulma asked, poking her head through the door.
"Can we talk? I'm feeling lonely." TRF lied, ignoring the fact that Bulma was still calling her 'Bobbelina'.
"Sure." Bulma smiled, entering the room. "What about?"
"Oh just stuff. Like, what other friends do you have? I've met Piccolo, Goku and Vegeta already. You do think of Vegeta as a friend don't you?" TRF said, sliding the question in subtly.
"Vegeta? Hmm, I suppose I do. He can be a dickhead, but yeah, I guess I think of him as a friend. Although I'm not sure I trust him entirely." Bulma said.
"Hmmm, trust." TRF muttered, writing it down into her plan sheet once Bulma wasn't looking.
"As for my other friends there's Chi Chi, oh you must meet her." Bulma said.
"Can't wait." TRF said sarcastically, although Bulma didn't pick up on it.
"And there's Krillin, Gohan who is Chi Chi's son, Tien and Yamcha-my boyfriend." Bulma smiled at the mention of Yamcha's name.
"Y-your boyfriend?" TRF said, spluttering on her water.
"I'm surprised he hasn't been over today." Bulma frowned, taking a look at her watch.
'Fuck, I forgot about him. Lazy Mirai Trunks, why can't he do it himself?' TRF thought. "What about Vegeta, don't you think he's handsome?"
"What? I think he's a bit old for you." Bulma trailed off.
"N-no, I didn't." TRF said, choking on her water once again.
"Ah well, I have to go. Yamcha's here." Bulma said, once she heard the beep of a horn.
"I don't fancy Vegeta!" TRF called after Bulma, but she'd already gone.
"That's nice dear." Mrs Briefs said, as she was passing the door.
"Ack." TRF groaned, writing 'Yamcha' in big, bold letters on her plan sheet. "Looks like I'm making a trip to the GR."
Disclaimer: I own no rights to DragonBall Z or its characters. However, TRF (based on an author) is a mixture of my imagination so I do own the rights to her.
"Misfits? What misfits?" TRF asked, racking her brain for a good cover-up.
"The ones you were talking about." Goku said, munching on an apple.
"Oh, those misfits." TRF said, walking past Goku. "Cya later!"
"Wait, aren't you going to tell me?" Goku asked, looking suspicious.
"Long story, tell ya about it later!" TRF said, running out of Capsule Corp. and bumping straight into Piccolo. "Whats with everyone bumping into me today?"
"You bumped into me." Piccolo stated, matter-of-factly.
"Psssh, yeah right Green Man." TRF muttered.
"Who the hell are you anyway?" Piccolo asked.
"This is 'Bobbelina'. She has 'amnesia'." Vegeta said as he approached the two.
"Why thank you." TRF said, shooting a glare at Vegeta.
"No problem."
"Stupid Vegetable Head." TRF muttered.
"Talking to yourself again, are we?" Vegeta smirked.
"Shut up! And for your information I do have amnesia!" TRF said.
"I never said you didn't." Vegeta replied.
"You implied it!"
"You're implying that I implied it!" Vegeta shot back at TRF, neither noticing Piccolo had left.
"Am not! I know from your tone!" TRF said.
"Calm down, 'Bobbelina'." Vegeta smirked.
"Get over yourself!"
"Not until you tell me why you're really here." Vegeta demanded, grabbing TRF's wrist and twisting it.
"Ow! That hurts!" TRF said, turning her body in time with the wrist to lessen the pain.
"It's supposed to." Vegeta smirked. "So tell me, 'Bobbelina', why are you here."
" Let go of my fucking wrist and I'll tell you, bitch!" TRF hissed at the pain.
"Well?" Vegeta asked, letting go of her wrist.
"Like I said, I'm here because I've forgotten where I'm from as I have amnesia." TRF smirked as Bulma came outside.
"Vegeta! Leave Bobbelina alone! It's scary enough for her without your face scaring her any furthur!" Bulma shouted.
"Yeah, Vegetable Head." TRF whispered, before Bulma could hear her. "Ow, my wrist." TRF said, rubbing it.
"Vegeta! What have you done?" Bulma demanded.
"I was just about to get the truth out of this lying little."
"Vegeta, just leave her alone!" Bulma warned, guiding TRF back into Capsule Corp.
"Yeah, Vegeta, leave me alone." TRF said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Kusotarre." Vegeta said, stomping back to the Gravity Room.
~*~ (TRF's Room)
"Right, I need to grill Bulma about Vegeta and vice versa, then hopefully it should all be a lot easier." TRF said, looking at the plan she'd created. "I'll leave Vegeta to cool down. Bulma!" She called, taking a drink of water.
"Yes Bobbelina?" Bulma asked, poking her head through the door.
"Can we talk? I'm feeling lonely." TRF lied, ignoring the fact that Bulma was still calling her 'Bobbelina'.
"Sure." Bulma smiled, entering the room. "What about?"
"Oh just stuff. Like, what other friends do you have? I've met Piccolo, Goku and Vegeta already. You do think of Vegeta as a friend don't you?" TRF said, sliding the question in subtly.
"Vegeta? Hmm, I suppose I do. He can be a dickhead, but yeah, I guess I think of him as a friend. Although I'm not sure I trust him entirely." Bulma said.
"Hmmm, trust." TRF muttered, writing it down into her plan sheet once Bulma wasn't looking.
"As for my other friends there's Chi Chi, oh you must meet her." Bulma said.
"Can't wait." TRF said sarcastically, although Bulma didn't pick up on it.
"And there's Krillin, Gohan who is Chi Chi's son, Tien and Yamcha-my boyfriend." Bulma smiled at the mention of Yamcha's name.
"Y-your boyfriend?" TRF said, spluttering on her water.
"I'm surprised he hasn't been over today." Bulma frowned, taking a look at her watch.
'Fuck, I forgot about him. Lazy Mirai Trunks, why can't he do it himself?' TRF thought. "What about Vegeta, don't you think he's handsome?"
"What? I think he's a bit old for you." Bulma trailed off.
"N-no, I didn't." TRF said, choking on her water once again.
"Ah well, I have to go. Yamcha's here." Bulma said, once she heard the beep of a horn.
"I don't fancy Vegeta!" TRF called after Bulma, but she'd already gone.
"That's nice dear." Mrs Briefs said, as she was passing the door.
"Ack." TRF groaned, writing 'Yamcha' in big, bold letters on her plan sheet. "Looks like I'm making a trip to the GR."