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.
A/N: Thanks to everyone for the reviews, especially the people who also review my OFUD fic, it means a lot!
"Hmmm.I wonder what this button does.whoops." TRF grinned, as the gravity room shut down.
"What the fuck? Who the hell turned the gravity off?" A sweaty and frustrated Vegeta demanded as he exited the Gravity Room.
"I dunno, some kid, he went that way. Now you're not busy, mind if we talk?" TRF asked hopefully.
"Yes." Vegeta replied curtly, turning to switch the GR back on.
"I have muffins." TRF said, waving the plate of double chocolate chip muffins Mrs Briefs had just made under the Saiyan's nose.
"They smell good." Vegeta murmured, closing his eyes as he took in the scent.
"They taste even better." TRF said, temptingly.
"Fine, you may talk while I eat, just don't expect a response." Vegeta said, grabbing the plate and sitting down.
"So, Vegeta, what do you think of Bulma?" TRF asked, getting straight to the point.
"The onna? She is loud, arrogant, annoying, obnoxious and can't cook." Vegeta replied simply, shoving a few muffins into his mouth.
"Oh, so I guess you really like her then?"
"What's it to you, 'Bobbelina'?" Vegeta asked, getting suspicious.
"Oh, nothing. I just think that Bulma's really pretty. She'd make a good mate, don't you agree?" TRF asked.
"Uh.I'm not sure the onna swings that way. She has a boyfriend." Vegeta said, seriously.
"What? Oh no, I don't."
"Lunch!" Bulma's shrill voice called.
"Besides, I think she's a bit old for you." Vegeta finished, handing the plate to TRF and walking to the kitchen.
"I don't fancy Bulma!" TRF called after him, but he'd already disappeared into the kitchen.
"That's nice, dear." Mrs Briefs said, whilst watering the flowers.
~*~
"Whats wrong, Bobbelina? Not hungry?" Bulma asked, noticing TRF playing with her food.
"Huh, you're talking to me?" TRF asked, looking surprised.
"You're name is 'Bobbelina', is it not?" Vegeta smirked.
"Um.well technically it's TRF.but Bobbelina's fine." TRF quickly retracted her statement as Bulma glared at her.
"I think she is hungry, it's just your cooking doesn't qualify as food, onna." Vegeta smirked as Bulma's face flushed in anger.
"Bobbelina, is this true?" Bulma demanded.
"What? Oh, no! Not at all! It's delicious!" TRF said, forcing down a mouthful of the burnt cooking.
"Onna, I think you have an admirer." Vegeta smirked as TRF choked on her food.
"Oh really?" Bulma asked, interest suddenly sparking.
"Yes, and it's not your baka boyfriend either. Its seems that."
"I'll get it!" Bulma interrupted as the phone began to ring.
"Asshole, I don't fancy Bulma!" TRF hissed.
"Why not? You said it yourself, she is pretty." Vegeta smirked.
"Oh, so you think she's pretty?" TRF grinned, writing 'Vegeta- Bulma pretty' on her hand.
"What? No, I never."
"Bobbelina, it's for you. But, for some reason, they think you're still called TRF." Bulma called to TRF, interrupting Vegeta once again.
"Maybe that's because it's my name." TRF muttered under her breath. "Moshi moshi?" TRF asked tentatively. 'Cool, I've always wanted to try that!'
"TRF?" A disguised voice asked on the other end.
"Uh.yeah. Who's this?"
"Trunks."
"Oh hiya! Hows the convention going?" TRF asked, quietening her voice as Bulma and Vegeta were trying to eavesdrop.
"It's great, I never realised there were so many lilac haired people around. How's things going with you?" Trunks asked.
"Terrible! Bulma is still dating Yamcha!" TRF hissed.
"So?"
"So? So? What do you mean so? It makes it a lot more difficult!" TRF whispered.
"I never said it was easy!" Trunks defended himself.
"Then do it yourself!" TRF shot back. "They're calling me frickin' Bobbelina!"
"What?" Trunks gasped out between fits of laughter.
"Its not funny, Trunks! And I keep slipping up! Goku keeps hearing me talking to myself, and knows something is wrong! He's not stupid!"
"He's not?" Trunks asked in mock surprise.
"This is no time to joke, Trunks. I'm serious, I."
"I got to go. Bye." Trunks said quickly, before hanging up.
"Eugh. Lazy, purple-haired freak. Didn't even have time to talk about the wedding." TRF muttered, hanging up.
"Who was that?" Bulma inquired.
"Oh, just someone trying to sell me something." TRF shrugged.
"OK. I'm not going to be in tonight, Yamcha's taking me out." Bulma smiled.
"Again?" Vegeta and TRF asked in unison.
"He is my boyfriend."
"Good, then the blonde onna can cook. It tastes better." Vegeta smirked.
"Sorry, Vegeta. Mom and dad are out, you'll have to cook for yourself. Have fun!" Bulma called, grabbing her bag and leaving.
"Onna! Get back here! I am not cooking!" Vegeta called after Bulma.
"Hey, don't look at me! I can't even use a microwave!" TRF said, holding up her hands.
"Who's Trunks?" Vegeta smirked.
"OK, dinner for two then?" TRF muttered.
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.
A/N: Thanks to everyone for the reviews, especially the people who also review my OFUD fic, it means a lot!
"Hmmm.I wonder what this button does.whoops." TRF grinned, as the gravity room shut down.
"What the fuck? Who the hell turned the gravity off?" A sweaty and frustrated Vegeta demanded as he exited the Gravity Room.
"I dunno, some kid, he went that way. Now you're not busy, mind if we talk?" TRF asked hopefully.
"Yes." Vegeta replied curtly, turning to switch the GR back on.
"I have muffins." TRF said, waving the plate of double chocolate chip muffins Mrs Briefs had just made under the Saiyan's nose.
"They smell good." Vegeta murmured, closing his eyes as he took in the scent.
"They taste even better." TRF said, temptingly.
"Fine, you may talk while I eat, just don't expect a response." Vegeta said, grabbing the plate and sitting down.
"So, Vegeta, what do you think of Bulma?" TRF asked, getting straight to the point.
"The onna? She is loud, arrogant, annoying, obnoxious and can't cook." Vegeta replied simply, shoving a few muffins into his mouth.
"Oh, so I guess you really like her then?"
"What's it to you, 'Bobbelina'?" Vegeta asked, getting suspicious.
"Oh, nothing. I just think that Bulma's really pretty. She'd make a good mate, don't you agree?" TRF asked.
"Uh.I'm not sure the onna swings that way. She has a boyfriend." Vegeta said, seriously.
"What? Oh no, I don't."
"Lunch!" Bulma's shrill voice called.
"Besides, I think she's a bit old for you." Vegeta finished, handing the plate to TRF and walking to the kitchen.
"I don't fancy Bulma!" TRF called after him, but he'd already disappeared into the kitchen.
"That's nice, dear." Mrs Briefs said, whilst watering the flowers.
~*~
"Whats wrong, Bobbelina? Not hungry?" Bulma asked, noticing TRF playing with her food.
"Huh, you're talking to me?" TRF asked, looking surprised.
"You're name is 'Bobbelina', is it not?" Vegeta smirked.
"Um.well technically it's TRF.but Bobbelina's fine." TRF quickly retracted her statement as Bulma glared at her.
"I think she is hungry, it's just your cooking doesn't qualify as food, onna." Vegeta smirked as Bulma's face flushed in anger.
"Bobbelina, is this true?" Bulma demanded.
"What? Oh, no! Not at all! It's delicious!" TRF said, forcing down a mouthful of the burnt cooking.
"Onna, I think you have an admirer." Vegeta smirked as TRF choked on her food.
"Oh really?" Bulma asked, interest suddenly sparking.
"Yes, and it's not your baka boyfriend either. Its seems that."
"I'll get it!" Bulma interrupted as the phone began to ring.
"Asshole, I don't fancy Bulma!" TRF hissed.
"Why not? You said it yourself, she is pretty." Vegeta smirked.
"Oh, so you think she's pretty?" TRF grinned, writing 'Vegeta- Bulma pretty' on her hand.
"What? No, I never."
"Bobbelina, it's for you. But, for some reason, they think you're still called TRF." Bulma called to TRF, interrupting Vegeta once again.
"Maybe that's because it's my name." TRF muttered under her breath. "Moshi moshi?" TRF asked tentatively. 'Cool, I've always wanted to try that!'
"TRF?" A disguised voice asked on the other end.
"Uh.yeah. Who's this?"
"Trunks."
"Oh hiya! Hows the convention going?" TRF asked, quietening her voice as Bulma and Vegeta were trying to eavesdrop.
"It's great, I never realised there were so many lilac haired people around. How's things going with you?" Trunks asked.
"Terrible! Bulma is still dating Yamcha!" TRF hissed.
"So?"
"So? So? What do you mean so? It makes it a lot more difficult!" TRF whispered.
"I never said it was easy!" Trunks defended himself.
"Then do it yourself!" TRF shot back. "They're calling me frickin' Bobbelina!"
"What?" Trunks gasped out between fits of laughter.
"Its not funny, Trunks! And I keep slipping up! Goku keeps hearing me talking to myself, and knows something is wrong! He's not stupid!"
"He's not?" Trunks asked in mock surprise.
"This is no time to joke, Trunks. I'm serious, I."
"I got to go. Bye." Trunks said quickly, before hanging up.
"Eugh. Lazy, purple-haired freak. Didn't even have time to talk about the wedding." TRF muttered, hanging up.
"Who was that?" Bulma inquired.
"Oh, just someone trying to sell me something." TRF shrugged.
"OK. I'm not going to be in tonight, Yamcha's taking me out." Bulma smiled.
"Again?" Vegeta and TRF asked in unison.
"He is my boyfriend."
"Good, then the blonde onna can cook. It tastes better." Vegeta smirked.
"Sorry, Vegeta. Mom and dad are out, you'll have to cook for yourself. Have fun!" Bulma called, grabbing her bag and leaving.
"Onna! Get back here! I am not cooking!" Vegeta called after Bulma.
"Hey, don't look at me! I can't even use a microwave!" TRF said, holding up her hands.
"Who's Trunks?" Vegeta smirked.
"OK, dinner for two then?" TRF muttered.