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: Hey peoples! As always, thanks for the reviews! Here's Chapter 8!
"Pssst! Over here! Pssst, Goku!" TRF hissed.
"Huh? Oh, hey TRF!" Goku grinned and waved.
"Well there goes being subtle." TRF muttered. "You busy?"
"Well, yeah. I was going to spar with Vegeta. TRF? You there?" Goku waved his hand in front of her face.
"Wha.? Oh yeah, I've just had a brilliant idea! Vegeta enjoys sparring with you, right?"
"Well, he likes hitting me." Goku rubbed the back of his neck.
"Great!"
"Why's that good? It's painful!"
"No, I mean my plan will work perfectly." TRF grinned.
"What's wrong?" Goku asked, as TRF began to growl and mutter curses under her breath.
"I forgot one thing.Yamcha." She muttered, pointing to Yamcha and Bulma hugging.
"Oh, that's a problem."
"Sure is. Hey, you have great sense of smell, go smell Yamcha for me!"
"What? I'm not doing that!" Goku's face took on a look of disgust.
"I didn't mean it like that! I mean, smell him to see if he has.ya know.done.uh.stuff with girls other than Bulma." TRF said, remembering the various Bulma/Vegeta get together fics she'd read.
"What? Yamcha wouldn't do that!" Goku defended.
"Just try, OK? Remember, I'm from the future so I don't lie!" TRF said, watching as Goku digested this information. "Much." She added, hoping Goku didn't hear her.
"Well I guess." He muttered, walking up to Yamcha.
~*~ (TRF's Room- 2 hours later)
"No one other than Bulma?" TRF demanded. "What about guys?"
"TRF! There were no significant scents other than Bulma's!" Goku stated.
"Hmmm, he doesn't beat her, does he? OK, Goku, chill!" TRF held up her hands defensively. "I guess fics really do lie then." TRF shook her head in amazement.
"What are fics?" Goku asked.
"Fics? Oh, they're a type of dog, yeah dog. They're a type of dog." TRF covered.
"Oh." Goku uttered, hoping it was some type of food.
"I've got it! Goku, you find Yamcha and tell him Bulma has a special dinner planned tonight at eight, OK? Oh, and he has to wear something valuable and expensive that he'd prefer not to get ruined."
"Why?" Goku inquired.
"You'll see." TRF grinned evilly, watching as Goku flew off to find Yamcha. "Oh Bulma!" She called, descending the stairs and looking around. "Where are you?"
"I'm in the kitchen, Bobbelina!"
"Oh right. Hi." TRF said, entering the kitchen. "I have a message from Yamcha." TRF noticed Bulma's eyes light up. She also noticed Vegeta, who was sat at the table, lift up his head sharply.
"Really? What did he say?" Bulma asked excitedly.
"Well, he wants you to meet him here at eight. He has a surprise planned. Oh, and wear your most expensive dress." TRF smirked, her plan was going perfect!
"Really?" Bulma frowned. "Yamcha usually adds a poem to his messages."
"He does?" TRF choked out. "Oh yeah, he does! He told me to recite it back to you!"
"Well?" Bulma asked expectantly.
"Uh." TRF tracked her brain. "It was something like; 'Bulma'. No, lemme start again." TRF coughed nervously. "He said;
'Oh Bulma, your eyes are as blue as the.uh.sea, And your hair is as soft as silk, yeah silk. Oh won't you say you love me, And pour me a glass of milk.'" TRF finished uncertainly.
"Hmph." Vegeta stood up abruptly and left.
"Oh Yamcha." Bulma whispered, getting a dreamy look on her face.
"So, you're coming?" TRF asked.
"What? Oh of course! What time was it?" Bulma asked, the dreamy look leaving.
"Eight, on the balcony."
"Eight? Oh my goodness! It's already six, I better get ready!" Bulma panicked, running to her room.
"You have two hours yet!" TRF called after Bulma, but the call came unheard. "Vegeta-Obsessed with Bulma?" TRF took out her notebook and wrote the comment down based on the events a moment ago.
"Hi." Goku came into the kitchen.
"Is Yamcha coming?" TRF demanded.
"Yep. Eight, right?" Goku asked.
"Yeah. Now, Goku, how good are you at cooking?" TRF asked.
"Cooking?"
"Yeah."
"I dunno.Chi Chi cooks for me." Goku said, puzzled.
"Shit." TRF swore. "Looks like we're gonna get take-out. Um.know any Chinese places we can call?"
"I think Bulma has a leaflet next to the phone."
"OK." TRF nodded, grabbing the leaflet. "Hi, yeah, I'd like to order the spiciest and sloppiest thing on the menu. Oh really? Nah, I can handle it. Yeah I'm sure. Listen, just bring the goddamn food! Yeah, it's Capsule Corporation and I want it to be delivered at seven thirty. OK, thanks." TRF hung up the phone.
"I don't think Yamcha likes spicy food." Goku said.
"I know. Neither does Bulma." TRF rubbed her hands together evilly.
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: Hey peoples! As always, thanks for the reviews! Here's Chapter 8!
"Pssst! Over here! Pssst, Goku!" TRF hissed.
"Huh? Oh, hey TRF!" Goku grinned and waved.
"Well there goes being subtle." TRF muttered. "You busy?"
"Well, yeah. I was going to spar with Vegeta. TRF? You there?" Goku waved his hand in front of her face.
"Wha.? Oh yeah, I've just had a brilliant idea! Vegeta enjoys sparring with you, right?"
"Well, he likes hitting me." Goku rubbed the back of his neck.
"Great!"
"Why's that good? It's painful!"
"No, I mean my plan will work perfectly." TRF grinned.
"What's wrong?" Goku asked, as TRF began to growl and mutter curses under her breath.
"I forgot one thing.Yamcha." She muttered, pointing to Yamcha and Bulma hugging.
"Oh, that's a problem."
"Sure is. Hey, you have great sense of smell, go smell Yamcha for me!"
"What? I'm not doing that!" Goku's face took on a look of disgust.
"I didn't mean it like that! I mean, smell him to see if he has.ya know.done.uh.stuff with girls other than Bulma." TRF said, remembering the various Bulma/Vegeta get together fics she'd read.
"What? Yamcha wouldn't do that!" Goku defended.
"Just try, OK? Remember, I'm from the future so I don't lie!" TRF said, watching as Goku digested this information. "Much." She added, hoping Goku didn't hear her.
"Well I guess." He muttered, walking up to Yamcha.
~*~ (TRF's Room- 2 hours later)
"No one other than Bulma?" TRF demanded. "What about guys?"
"TRF! There were no significant scents other than Bulma's!" Goku stated.
"Hmmm, he doesn't beat her, does he? OK, Goku, chill!" TRF held up her hands defensively. "I guess fics really do lie then." TRF shook her head in amazement.
"What are fics?" Goku asked.
"Fics? Oh, they're a type of dog, yeah dog. They're a type of dog." TRF covered.
"Oh." Goku uttered, hoping it was some type of food.
"I've got it! Goku, you find Yamcha and tell him Bulma has a special dinner planned tonight at eight, OK? Oh, and he has to wear something valuable and expensive that he'd prefer not to get ruined."
"Why?" Goku inquired.
"You'll see." TRF grinned evilly, watching as Goku flew off to find Yamcha. "Oh Bulma!" She called, descending the stairs and looking around. "Where are you?"
"I'm in the kitchen, Bobbelina!"
"Oh right. Hi." TRF said, entering the kitchen. "I have a message from Yamcha." TRF noticed Bulma's eyes light up. She also noticed Vegeta, who was sat at the table, lift up his head sharply.
"Really? What did he say?" Bulma asked excitedly.
"Well, he wants you to meet him here at eight. He has a surprise planned. Oh, and wear your most expensive dress." TRF smirked, her plan was going perfect!
"Really?" Bulma frowned. "Yamcha usually adds a poem to his messages."
"He does?" TRF choked out. "Oh yeah, he does! He told me to recite it back to you!"
"Well?" Bulma asked expectantly.
"Uh." TRF tracked her brain. "It was something like; 'Bulma'. No, lemme start again." TRF coughed nervously. "He said;
'Oh Bulma, your eyes are as blue as the.uh.sea, And your hair is as soft as silk, yeah silk. Oh won't you say you love me, And pour me a glass of milk.'" TRF finished uncertainly.
"Hmph." Vegeta stood up abruptly and left.
"Oh Yamcha." Bulma whispered, getting a dreamy look on her face.
"So, you're coming?" TRF asked.
"What? Oh of course! What time was it?" Bulma asked, the dreamy look leaving.
"Eight, on the balcony."
"Eight? Oh my goodness! It's already six, I better get ready!" Bulma panicked, running to her room.
"You have two hours yet!" TRF called after Bulma, but the call came unheard. "Vegeta-Obsessed with Bulma?" TRF took out her notebook and wrote the comment down based on the events a moment ago.
"Hi." Goku came into the kitchen.
"Is Yamcha coming?" TRF demanded.
"Yep. Eight, right?" Goku asked.
"Yeah. Now, Goku, how good are you at cooking?" TRF asked.
"Cooking?"
"Yeah."
"I dunno.Chi Chi cooks for me." Goku said, puzzled.
"Shit." TRF swore. "Looks like we're gonna get take-out. Um.know any Chinese places we can call?"
"I think Bulma has a leaflet next to the phone."
"OK." TRF nodded, grabbing the leaflet. "Hi, yeah, I'd like to order the spiciest and sloppiest thing on the menu. Oh really? Nah, I can handle it. Yeah I'm sure. Listen, just bring the goddamn food! Yeah, it's Capsule Corporation and I want it to be delivered at seven thirty. OK, thanks." TRF hung up the phone.
"I don't think Yamcha likes spicy food." Goku said.
"I know. Neither does Bulma." TRF rubbed her hands together evilly.