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!
"Wow Chi Chi, this is the best banana sandwich I've ever tasted!" TRF complimented.
"I'm surprised you remember." Vegeta muttered, digging into his chicken and rice.
"Aw, thank you." Chi Chi smiled. "I must admit, I've never actually made a banana sandwich before."
"Oh, well you did an excellent job!" TRF polished off her sandwich and watched in awe as Goku and Gohan devoured everything in sight in under ten seconds. Vegeta was slightly more reserved, and kept glancing at the other Saiyans in disapproval.
"So, where is it Bulma went?" Chi Chi inquired.
"Somewhere with her boyfriend, Yamcha, I think it is." TRF wrinkled her nose in disapproval.
"You don't like him?" Goku asked, shocked.
"Well.I haven't actually met him. He just sounds dodgy." TRF covered.
"It seems to me someone is jealous." Vegeta smirked, leaving the sentence hanging.
"Who's jealous?" Goku asked.
"Well, it would seem." Vegeta began.
"Haha, no one, Goku. Vegeta's just being funny, he's a real comedian, right Vegeta?" TRF said, sending a glare his way.
"Hmph." Was all that Vegeta said.
"Hey, um, Goku, can we talk?" TRF asked.
"I am not waiting here while you have a pleasant little chat with Kakkarot!" Vegeta spat.
"Fine, Vegetable Head, leave!" TRF challenged. "Hey! When I say 'leave' I didn't mean leave!" She called after the Saiyan Prince.
"It's OK, I'll take you back to Capsule Corp. What did you want to talk about?"
"Um.it's kinda private."
"Oh. Chi Chi, I'll be a minute." Goku called to his wife.
~*~
"Uh.you remember that guy?" TRF asked, once her and Goku were far enough away.
"No." Goku looked confused.
"The one with purple hair?"
"Oh him! Who told us about the androids?"
"Yeah well, he was kinda busy so he asked me to take his place." TRF took a deep breath, not sure whether she should divulge her mission to Goku.
"His place in what?" Goku asked looking confused again.
"To.um.get Bulma and Vegeta to.uh.do stuff." TRF shifted uncomfortably.
"Stuff? What kind of stuff?" Goku asked, not understanding.
"Stuff as in.stuff!" TRF emphasised the last 'stuff'.
"Oh! That kind of stuff!" Goku exclaimed, happy he had caught on.
"Uh.yeah, and it's kinda hard so."
"Hold on, why would Vegeta and Bulma want to.um.do stuff?" Goku asked innocently.
"I don't know! Maybe they're feeling randy or something?" TRF offered. "Anyway, I need you to."
"But why would Bulma want Vegeta to do.uh.stuff with?" Goku asked. "What about Yamcha?"
"I know, which is why I need your help! We need to break Bulma and Yamcha up!"
"That's not very nice." Goku didn't look too happy with that prospect.
"Well, I doubt Bulma's gonna do.uh.stuff with Vegeta when she's still doing.uh.stuff with Yamcha!" TRF hissed, getting exasperated. "Unless the rumours about her on the net are true."
"What rumours?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing, heehee." TRF said, giving Goku a convincing smile.
"So, you're from the future then?" Goku asked.
"Um.yeah, you could say that."
"Do you know us in the future?" Goku asked, getting interested.
"You could say that.yeah. Anyway, back to Vegeta and Bulma. Will you help me?" TRF asked.
"Help you do what?" Goku asked, quickly forgetting what they'd been talking about.
"Getting them to fuc.uh, do stuff." TRF yelled.
"Oh, yeah. I don't have to watch or anything do I?" Goku asked, looking slightly worried.
"God, I hope not." TRF shook her head at the nasty mental image invading her head.
~*~ (Capsule Corp.)
"Stupid light." TRF groaned, as the light shined through her window and woke her up. "Anyone would think it was morn.eep!" TRF fell out of her bed.
"Morning dear!" Mrs Briefs called cheerfully.
"Uh, hey." TRF said, removing a strand of black hair from in front of her eyes.
"Breakfast is nearly ready. Normally, I wouldn't wake you but Vegeta seems awfully hungry today." Mrs Briefs smiled.
"Oh, OK then. Thank you." TRF said, rubbing her ass where she fell onto the floor. She quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the shower, the warm water caressing her tired body. Switching off the faucet, she dried herself and dressed herself with clothes from her bag. Brushing her teeth and twisting her stomach-length hair into a braid, she put on some trainers and went into the kitchen.
"Good morning." Bulma called cheerfully, from where she was reading the morning newspaper.
"I'm sure it is." TRF replied moodily, her butt still hurting from where she fell so she chose to stay standing. "Have a nice night with Yamcha?" TRF asked, hoping she didn't sound too obvious.
"Oh yeah, it was great! He took me to see this new film, then we went dancing and it was so.."
"Thanks for sharing." TRF rudely cut Bulma off, pissed that she'd had such a good time.
"What did you do last night?" Bulma asked, putting TRF's moodiness down to her not being a 'morning-person'.
"Why don't you ask Vegeta? He really missed you." TRF grinned.
"Aw, did you miss me?" Bulma asked, this time directing her question to Vegeta.
"Like a hole in the head." Vegeta replied.
"Well, I didn't miss you either!" Bulma shot back.
"Thank Kami for that."
"You arrogant dickhead!" Bulma fumed.
"Stupid bitch."
"Son of a."
"Woah, woah, woah!" TRF yelled over the noise. "This is not how friends talk to each other."
"I don't have friends." Vegeta shot back.
"Well I wonder why that is, Mr Personality!"
"Heehee, can't we just talk about this? I mean, you're both just tired. Lets hold hands and sway! Can you feel the love in the room? Can you feel the love?" TRF said, quickly running out of ideas.
"Yeah, go train, like you always do. Spineless monkey!" Bulma called after Vegeta, who'd left to the GR.
"Aw, Bulma I'm sure you don't." TRF was cut off by the doorbell. 'Things can't get any worse.'
"Yamcha!" Bulma squealed.
"Hey, babe." Yamcha greeted.
'I guess I'm wrong, again.' TRF thought to herself.
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!
"Wow Chi Chi, this is the best banana sandwich I've ever tasted!" TRF complimented.
"I'm surprised you remember." Vegeta muttered, digging into his chicken and rice.
"Aw, thank you." Chi Chi smiled. "I must admit, I've never actually made a banana sandwich before."
"Oh, well you did an excellent job!" TRF polished off her sandwich and watched in awe as Goku and Gohan devoured everything in sight in under ten seconds. Vegeta was slightly more reserved, and kept glancing at the other Saiyans in disapproval.
"So, where is it Bulma went?" Chi Chi inquired.
"Somewhere with her boyfriend, Yamcha, I think it is." TRF wrinkled her nose in disapproval.
"You don't like him?" Goku asked, shocked.
"Well.I haven't actually met him. He just sounds dodgy." TRF covered.
"It seems to me someone is jealous." Vegeta smirked, leaving the sentence hanging.
"Who's jealous?" Goku asked.
"Well, it would seem." Vegeta began.
"Haha, no one, Goku. Vegeta's just being funny, he's a real comedian, right Vegeta?" TRF said, sending a glare his way.
"Hmph." Was all that Vegeta said.
"Hey, um, Goku, can we talk?" TRF asked.
"I am not waiting here while you have a pleasant little chat with Kakkarot!" Vegeta spat.
"Fine, Vegetable Head, leave!" TRF challenged. "Hey! When I say 'leave' I didn't mean leave!" She called after the Saiyan Prince.
"It's OK, I'll take you back to Capsule Corp. What did you want to talk about?"
"Um.it's kinda private."
"Oh. Chi Chi, I'll be a minute." Goku called to his wife.
~*~
"Uh.you remember that guy?" TRF asked, once her and Goku were far enough away.
"No." Goku looked confused.
"The one with purple hair?"
"Oh him! Who told us about the androids?"
"Yeah well, he was kinda busy so he asked me to take his place." TRF took a deep breath, not sure whether she should divulge her mission to Goku.
"His place in what?" Goku asked looking confused again.
"To.um.get Bulma and Vegeta to.uh.do stuff." TRF shifted uncomfortably.
"Stuff? What kind of stuff?" Goku asked, not understanding.
"Stuff as in.stuff!" TRF emphasised the last 'stuff'.
"Oh! That kind of stuff!" Goku exclaimed, happy he had caught on.
"Uh.yeah, and it's kinda hard so."
"Hold on, why would Vegeta and Bulma want to.um.do stuff?" Goku asked innocently.
"I don't know! Maybe they're feeling randy or something?" TRF offered. "Anyway, I need you to."
"But why would Bulma want Vegeta to do.uh.stuff with?" Goku asked. "What about Yamcha?"
"I know, which is why I need your help! We need to break Bulma and Yamcha up!"
"That's not very nice." Goku didn't look too happy with that prospect.
"Well, I doubt Bulma's gonna do.uh.stuff with Vegeta when she's still doing.uh.stuff with Yamcha!" TRF hissed, getting exasperated. "Unless the rumours about her on the net are true."
"What rumours?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing, heehee." TRF said, giving Goku a convincing smile.
"So, you're from the future then?" Goku asked.
"Um.yeah, you could say that."
"Do you know us in the future?" Goku asked, getting interested.
"You could say that.yeah. Anyway, back to Vegeta and Bulma. Will you help me?" TRF asked.
"Help you do what?" Goku asked, quickly forgetting what they'd been talking about.
"Getting them to fuc.uh, do stuff." TRF yelled.
"Oh, yeah. I don't have to watch or anything do I?" Goku asked, looking slightly worried.
"God, I hope not." TRF shook her head at the nasty mental image invading her head.
~*~ (Capsule Corp.)
"Stupid light." TRF groaned, as the light shined through her window and woke her up. "Anyone would think it was morn.eep!" TRF fell out of her bed.
"Morning dear!" Mrs Briefs called cheerfully.
"Uh, hey." TRF said, removing a strand of black hair from in front of her eyes.
"Breakfast is nearly ready. Normally, I wouldn't wake you but Vegeta seems awfully hungry today." Mrs Briefs smiled.
"Oh, OK then. Thank you." TRF said, rubbing her ass where she fell onto the floor. She quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the shower, the warm water caressing her tired body. Switching off the faucet, she dried herself and dressed herself with clothes from her bag. Brushing her teeth and twisting her stomach-length hair into a braid, she put on some trainers and went into the kitchen.
"Good morning." Bulma called cheerfully, from where she was reading the morning newspaper.
"I'm sure it is." TRF replied moodily, her butt still hurting from where she fell so she chose to stay standing. "Have a nice night with Yamcha?" TRF asked, hoping she didn't sound too obvious.
"Oh yeah, it was great! He took me to see this new film, then we went dancing and it was so.."
"Thanks for sharing." TRF rudely cut Bulma off, pissed that she'd had such a good time.
"What did you do last night?" Bulma asked, putting TRF's moodiness down to her not being a 'morning-person'.
"Why don't you ask Vegeta? He really missed you." TRF grinned.
"Aw, did you miss me?" Bulma asked, this time directing her question to Vegeta.
"Like a hole in the head." Vegeta replied.
"Well, I didn't miss you either!" Bulma shot back.
"Thank Kami for that."
"You arrogant dickhead!" Bulma fumed.
"Stupid bitch."
"Son of a."
"Woah, woah, woah!" TRF yelled over the noise. "This is not how friends talk to each other."
"I don't have friends." Vegeta shot back.
"Well I wonder why that is, Mr Personality!"
"Heehee, can't we just talk about this? I mean, you're both just tired. Lets hold hands and sway! Can you feel the love in the room? Can you feel the love?" TRF said, quickly running out of ideas.
"Yeah, go train, like you always do. Spineless monkey!" Bulma called after Vegeta, who'd left to the GR.
"Aw, Bulma I'm sure you don't." TRF was cut off by the doorbell. 'Things can't get any worse.'
"Yamcha!" Bulma squealed.
"Hey, babe." Yamcha greeted.
'I guess I'm wrong, again.' TRF thought to herself.