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!
"What kind of house is this? Don't even have a recipe on how to cook for Saiyans!" TRF muttered, opening and slamming cupboards shut.
"TRF, is the food ready?" Vegeta demanded, entering the kitchen.
"I haven't even started it yet, Vegetable Head, so don't.hey, you called me TRF!" TRF looked around.
"It is your name, is it not?" Vegeta asked.
"Uh.yeah, it's just you called me Bobbelina before." TRF shrugged.
"I'm not sure Bobbelina is even a name." Vegeta shuddered. "So, you remembered your name? When was this?"
"Huh? Oh, when Bulma was talking about names. She wanted to call me Bobbelina and all of a sudden I remembered my name!" TRF said, the conversation topic making her uncomfortable.
"Wow, well that is a coincidence. Tell me, how old are you?"
"Um, fifteen, why?" TRF asked, getting suspicious at Vegeta's sudden talkativeness.
"Oh, did you just remember that now?" Vegeta smirked, sarcasm dripping in his voice.
"What? Oh.um.I remembered it when I remembered my name." TRF said hurriedly.
"Hmm.how strange." Vegeta mused.
"Whats so strange about it?" TRF snapped, taking cheese and whipped cream out of the refrigerator.
"Just that you never mentioned it to the onna. It may help her get your memory back.if you really lost it that is."
"Listen here, Vegetable Head, I did tell Bulma for your information so drop it!" TRF yelled, getting some eggs.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Making your dinner! Whats it look like?" TRF said, wiping her forehead.
"I don't think you can put eggs in the blender."
"And when was the last time you cooked?" TRF asked, waiting for a reply. "Exactly what I thought!" TRF finished, adding lettuce and whipped cream to the eggs in the blender. "Here, grate this cheese."
"What with?" Vegeta demanded, looking at the block of cheese in his hands.
"Well duh, a grater!" TRF said.
"The Prince of all Saiya-jins does not grate cheese!" Vegeta said, looking shocked.
"Well excuse me, your majesty, but if you want to get fed you will!" TRF hissed, getting pissed off.
"Hmm." Vegeta uttered, as he began to grate the cheese.
"Hmm what?" TRF snapped.
"Aren't you going to ask me what a Saiya-jin is?" Vegeta asked.
"Nope, Goku told me!" TRF said, grinning when Vegeta didn't reply.
"Doesn't it scare you?"
"What? Your face? It does, I'm just too polite to say anything." TRF replied.
"No, bakayaro, the fact I can kill you with a flick of my wrist." Vegeta smirked.
"You could, but you won't." TRF retorted.
"Oh? And why's that?" Vegeta demanded.
"Because you never do. I've watched all the saga." TRF trailed off, covering her mouth.
"What was that?" Vegeta demanded, knowing he'd caught her.
"Nothing!" TRF said cheerily, turning the blender on before Vegeta could reply.
"Kisama!" Vegeta roared, as the yellow liquid splattered everywhere.
"Well it doesn't say anything about a lid!" TRF retorted.
"You bakana, chibi." Vegeta trailed off, approaching TRF with his arms ready to choke her.
"Wait! You wouldn't kill me, oh mighty Prince of all Saiyans, would you? I can order pizza! Yum, you like pizza don't you?"
"No." Vegeta hissed, edging closer.
"We can go to Chi Chi's! She cooks nice.or so I've heard!" TRF screeched, closing her eyes. "Chi Chi's?" She asked, opening an eye.
"Fine." Vegeta said.
~*~
"Um, hi Goku." TRF said as Vegeta set her down.
"Hi! You're just in time for dinner!" Goku called.
"See!" TRF called back to Vegeta. "Hey Goku, wait up!" TRF called, running after him as Vegeta growled.
"Goku, who's your friend?" Chi Chi asked, looking at TRF suspiciously.
"Hi, I'm TRF. I have amnesia, but I remembered my name earlier today."
"And your age." Vegeta added.
"Oh, hello Vegeta." Chi Chi said coldly.
"Kakkarot's mate." Vegeta nodded.
"Anyway, I'm staying at Capsule Corp. but everyone has gone out and neither me nor Vegeta can cook so I was wondering."
"Oh, you must stay for dinner!" Chi Chi cooed, ushering TRF inside. "You aswell, Vegeta." Chi Chi said, her tone becoming lower.
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!
"What kind of house is this? Don't even have a recipe on how to cook for Saiyans!" TRF muttered, opening and slamming cupboards shut.
"TRF, is the food ready?" Vegeta demanded, entering the kitchen.
"I haven't even started it yet, Vegetable Head, so don't.hey, you called me TRF!" TRF looked around.
"It is your name, is it not?" Vegeta asked.
"Uh.yeah, it's just you called me Bobbelina before." TRF shrugged.
"I'm not sure Bobbelina is even a name." Vegeta shuddered. "So, you remembered your name? When was this?"
"Huh? Oh, when Bulma was talking about names. She wanted to call me Bobbelina and all of a sudden I remembered my name!" TRF said, the conversation topic making her uncomfortable.
"Wow, well that is a coincidence. Tell me, how old are you?"
"Um, fifteen, why?" TRF asked, getting suspicious at Vegeta's sudden talkativeness.
"Oh, did you just remember that now?" Vegeta smirked, sarcasm dripping in his voice.
"What? Oh.um.I remembered it when I remembered my name." TRF said hurriedly.
"Hmm.how strange." Vegeta mused.
"Whats so strange about it?" TRF snapped, taking cheese and whipped cream out of the refrigerator.
"Just that you never mentioned it to the onna. It may help her get your memory back.if you really lost it that is."
"Listen here, Vegetable Head, I did tell Bulma for your information so drop it!" TRF yelled, getting some eggs.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Making your dinner! Whats it look like?" TRF said, wiping her forehead.
"I don't think you can put eggs in the blender."
"And when was the last time you cooked?" TRF asked, waiting for a reply. "Exactly what I thought!" TRF finished, adding lettuce and whipped cream to the eggs in the blender. "Here, grate this cheese."
"What with?" Vegeta demanded, looking at the block of cheese in his hands.
"Well duh, a grater!" TRF said.
"The Prince of all Saiya-jins does not grate cheese!" Vegeta said, looking shocked.
"Well excuse me, your majesty, but if you want to get fed you will!" TRF hissed, getting pissed off.
"Hmm." Vegeta uttered, as he began to grate the cheese.
"Hmm what?" TRF snapped.
"Aren't you going to ask me what a Saiya-jin is?" Vegeta asked.
"Nope, Goku told me!" TRF said, grinning when Vegeta didn't reply.
"Doesn't it scare you?"
"What? Your face? It does, I'm just too polite to say anything." TRF replied.
"No, bakayaro, the fact I can kill you with a flick of my wrist." Vegeta smirked.
"You could, but you won't." TRF retorted.
"Oh? And why's that?" Vegeta demanded.
"Because you never do. I've watched all the saga." TRF trailed off, covering her mouth.
"What was that?" Vegeta demanded, knowing he'd caught her.
"Nothing!" TRF said cheerily, turning the blender on before Vegeta could reply.
"Kisama!" Vegeta roared, as the yellow liquid splattered everywhere.
"Well it doesn't say anything about a lid!" TRF retorted.
"You bakana, chibi." Vegeta trailed off, approaching TRF with his arms ready to choke her.
"Wait! You wouldn't kill me, oh mighty Prince of all Saiyans, would you? I can order pizza! Yum, you like pizza don't you?"
"No." Vegeta hissed, edging closer.
"We can go to Chi Chi's! She cooks nice.or so I've heard!" TRF screeched, closing her eyes. "Chi Chi's?" She asked, opening an eye.
"Fine." Vegeta said.
~*~
"Um, hi Goku." TRF said as Vegeta set her down.
"Hi! You're just in time for dinner!" Goku called.
"See!" TRF called back to Vegeta. "Hey Goku, wait up!" TRF called, running after him as Vegeta growled.
"Goku, who's your friend?" Chi Chi asked, looking at TRF suspiciously.
"Hi, I'm TRF. I have amnesia, but I remembered my name earlier today."
"And your age." Vegeta added.
"Oh, hello Vegeta." Chi Chi said coldly.
"Kakkarot's mate." Vegeta nodded.
"Anyway, I'm staying at Capsule Corp. but everyone has gone out and neither me nor Vegeta can cook so I was wondering."
"Oh, you must stay for dinner!" Chi Chi cooed, ushering TRF inside. "You aswell, Vegeta." Chi Chi said, her tone becoming lower.