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 everyone! Ooo, I can feel this fic coming to an end pretty soon, now that the plan is in action! As always, thanks for the reviews! Here's Chapter 9!
"Here, here." TRF said, throwing some money at the delivery guy and taking the food. "Hurry up, Goku! We only have ten minutes."
"You're really bossy." Goku muttered, setting the table and lighting two candles.
"Hey, I don't have all year to get them together!" TRF muttered, setting the take-away onto some plates. "I think I'll add some of my own ingredients." TRF smiled, adding anything she could get her hands on.
"I think Yamcha's allergic to that." Goku peered over TRF's shoulder, referring to the lemon.
"Really?" TRF asked in surprise, chopping more lemon up. "He doesn't die when he eats it, does he?" She asked, rethinking her actions.
"No, he gets this really bad rash and starts scratching a lot."
"Good." TRF smirked.
"You're not very nice." Goku stated, matter-of-factly.
"Aw Goku, that hurt." TRF said sarcastically, putting a wine bottle of vinegar onto the table. "Breaking people up is never nice. Crap, hide!" TRF put the plates onto the table and dove under it after Goku.
"Yamcha's here!" Bulma called cheerily, running to the door.
"Hey, babe." Yamcha greeted.
"Yamcha!" Bulma said, as if it was a surprise. "Come in!"
"Wow, this looks nice." Yamcha looked at the table in approval.
"Yeah, you should know." Bulma giggled.
"Um.yeah." Yamcha said, not understanding what she meant.
"Shall we begin?"
"Sure." Yamcha said, pulling out Bulma's chair for her. TRF was sat under the table next to Bulma's chair.
"Oof!" Bulma gasped as she fell on the floor as TRF grabbed the chair and pulled it away from her.
"Sorry!" Yamcha helped Bulma up, thinking it was his fault.
"It's OK." Bulma winced at the pain.
"So." Yamcha began.
"This looks." Bulma trailed off, putting a forkful of the food into her mouth. "Delicious." She forced.
"Yeah, it is." Yamcha said, his face contorted into a mask of agony. "Wine?"
"Please." Bulma gasped out, trying to hide the fact that her mouth was on fire. She gulped down her glass as soon as Yamcha had finished pouring it.
"Ugh." Yamcha ran to the edge of the balcony and spat the 'wine' out.
"What kind of wine is this? It's very." Bulma trailed off, inspecting the bottle to see why it had left a sour taste in her mouth. "Yamcha? Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Yamcha replied, absentmindedly whilst scratching his arms.
"OK." Bulma wiped her tongue on her napkin, trying to get rid of the foul taste.
"Bulma, why the hell did you put lemon in this? You know I'm allergic!" Yamcha cried, his voice rather panicky upon inspecting the food.
"What?" Bulma asked, surprised.
"Look!" Yamcha pointed to the rash forming on his arms.
"Yamcha, you should know better! You planned all this!" Bulma gestured to the scene around her.
"What? I did not! You invited me!"
"No I didn't! Only someone as tight as you could order wine that tasted like.like vinegar!" Bulma spat.
"Tight? I am not tight! I should've known before tasting your cooking! You never did have any culinary skills!" Yamcha shouted back.
"What? How dare you? Get out of my house, and take your cheap wine with you!" Bulma yelled, throwing the bottle at Yamcha's head.
"You're the one who tried to poison me!" Yamcha yelled, narrowly missing the bottle. "Don't worry, I'm going!"
"Ugh! Don't walk away from me!" Bulma yelled, following Yamcha off of the balcony.
"You just told me to go, so I'm going! This damn rash!"
"Good riddance!"
"Well, that was a productive night." TRF smiled. "I am so good."
"I feel awful." Goku said, a guilty look crossing his features.
"Goku," TRF warned. "Don't you dare tell her!"
"I'm going. Chi Chi's wondering where I am." Goku said, flying off.
"Don't you dare!" TRF called after him, but it was too late.
~*~
"Uh.good morning, Bulma. Have a nice night?" TRF asked tentatively at the breakfast table.
"No! That asshole Yamcha ruined everything! I can't believe I gave him five years of my life! The bastard!" Bulma spat.
"Oh, what went wrong?" TRF tried to suppress a smirk.
"Everything! Goku tried explaining this morning but."
"Goku was here?" TRF asked, choking on a piece of toast.
"Yeah, he told me everything." Bulma sighed into her coffee.
"Well, I had good reason to sabotage the meal! I mean, Yamcha wasn't right for you. Trust me! You'll thank me later!" TRF pleaded.
"Sabotage the meal?" Bulma asked confused.
"Yeah, you said Goku told you about me and him ruining the meal on purpose to break you and.nevermind. Gotta go." TRF said hurriedly, getting up upon seeing Bulma's reaction.
"You did what?" Bulma screamed, grabbing hold of TRF's arm.
"I.it was all Goku's fault!" TRF yelled, pointing to Goku who had entered the kitchen.
"Good morning. Woah, whats wrong Bulma?" Goku asked, dodging the various mugs and dishes that were thrown his way.
"I'm sorry, Bulma! I'll tell Yamcha the truth!" TRF promised, closing her eyes on waiting for the impact of a mug.
"It doesn't matter." Bulma sighed, sitting back down.
"Yeah, I'm a bitch I.what?" TRF asked, thinking she'd heard wrong.
"Me and Yamcha have been having problems before you arrived." Bulma muttered.
"Oh." TRF said, a grin spreading across her face. "So, you were on the brink of a break up before the meal?"
"Yeah, I was just waiting for the right moment to tell him. It turns out he felt the same way." Bulma shrugged.
"So, technically the meal helped you to release your true feelings?" TRF said, her grin growing wider.
"I guess you could say that." Bulma trailed off, looking at TRF suspiciously.
"So, if the meal helped you, that technically means I helped you so really, instead of punishment I should get a reward!" TRF grinned triumphantly.
"Oh no, I don't think so. You can start by cleaning up all the broken pottery while I think of a suitable punishment for you." Bulma smirked a very Vegeta-like smirk.
"Now that was scary." TRF commented on the smirk. "Oh no, Goku. You can help me." TRF said before Goku could leave.
"I've had enough of helping you!" Goku whined.
"Yeah, but she was throwing the things at you! If you'd caught them, then I wouldn't have to do this." TRF grinned at her logic.
"Fine." Goku sighed, getting a dustpan and brush.
"You're too soft, Goku. You gotta learn to say 'no'!" TRF commented.
"But you wanted me to help you, so if I would've said 'no', you'd be mad." Goku added.
"Hmmm, good point. On second thoughts, you're not that soft."
"See, I'm not as stupid as some people think!" Goku grinned happily. "Hey, Bulma, want us to sweep the whole kitchen? It looks kinda dirty."
"Might aswell, Goku." Bulma said from where she sat at the table.
"If you say so, Goku." TRF muttered.
~*~ (1 hour and 15 minutes later)
"Finished!" Goku grinned triumphantly.
"Thanks." Bulma smiled.
"Wow, that was hard work!" TRF panted. "It was so hard work that I'd call it.oh.a punishment." She emphasised the last word.
"I wouldn't go that far." Bulma laughed at TRF's stricken face. "I've already decided your punishment."
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 everyone! Ooo, I can feel this fic coming to an end pretty soon, now that the plan is in action! As always, thanks for the reviews! Here's Chapter 9!
"Here, here." TRF said, throwing some money at the delivery guy and taking the food. "Hurry up, Goku! We only have ten minutes."
"You're really bossy." Goku muttered, setting the table and lighting two candles.
"Hey, I don't have all year to get them together!" TRF muttered, setting the take-away onto some plates. "I think I'll add some of my own ingredients." TRF smiled, adding anything she could get her hands on.
"I think Yamcha's allergic to that." Goku peered over TRF's shoulder, referring to the lemon.
"Really?" TRF asked in surprise, chopping more lemon up. "He doesn't die when he eats it, does he?" She asked, rethinking her actions.
"No, he gets this really bad rash and starts scratching a lot."
"Good." TRF smirked.
"You're not very nice." Goku stated, matter-of-factly.
"Aw Goku, that hurt." TRF said sarcastically, putting a wine bottle of vinegar onto the table. "Breaking people up is never nice. Crap, hide!" TRF put the plates onto the table and dove under it after Goku.
"Yamcha's here!" Bulma called cheerily, running to the door.
"Hey, babe." Yamcha greeted.
"Yamcha!" Bulma said, as if it was a surprise. "Come in!"
"Wow, this looks nice." Yamcha looked at the table in approval.
"Yeah, you should know." Bulma giggled.
"Um.yeah." Yamcha said, not understanding what she meant.
"Shall we begin?"
"Sure." Yamcha said, pulling out Bulma's chair for her. TRF was sat under the table next to Bulma's chair.
"Oof!" Bulma gasped as she fell on the floor as TRF grabbed the chair and pulled it away from her.
"Sorry!" Yamcha helped Bulma up, thinking it was his fault.
"It's OK." Bulma winced at the pain.
"So." Yamcha began.
"This looks." Bulma trailed off, putting a forkful of the food into her mouth. "Delicious." She forced.
"Yeah, it is." Yamcha said, his face contorted into a mask of agony. "Wine?"
"Please." Bulma gasped out, trying to hide the fact that her mouth was on fire. She gulped down her glass as soon as Yamcha had finished pouring it.
"Ugh." Yamcha ran to the edge of the balcony and spat the 'wine' out.
"What kind of wine is this? It's very." Bulma trailed off, inspecting the bottle to see why it had left a sour taste in her mouth. "Yamcha? Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Yamcha replied, absentmindedly whilst scratching his arms.
"OK." Bulma wiped her tongue on her napkin, trying to get rid of the foul taste.
"Bulma, why the hell did you put lemon in this? You know I'm allergic!" Yamcha cried, his voice rather panicky upon inspecting the food.
"What?" Bulma asked, surprised.
"Look!" Yamcha pointed to the rash forming on his arms.
"Yamcha, you should know better! You planned all this!" Bulma gestured to the scene around her.
"What? I did not! You invited me!"
"No I didn't! Only someone as tight as you could order wine that tasted like.like vinegar!" Bulma spat.
"Tight? I am not tight! I should've known before tasting your cooking! You never did have any culinary skills!" Yamcha shouted back.
"What? How dare you? Get out of my house, and take your cheap wine with you!" Bulma yelled, throwing the bottle at Yamcha's head.
"You're the one who tried to poison me!" Yamcha yelled, narrowly missing the bottle. "Don't worry, I'm going!"
"Ugh! Don't walk away from me!" Bulma yelled, following Yamcha off of the balcony.
"You just told me to go, so I'm going! This damn rash!"
"Good riddance!"
"Well, that was a productive night." TRF smiled. "I am so good."
"I feel awful." Goku said, a guilty look crossing his features.
"Goku," TRF warned. "Don't you dare tell her!"
"I'm going. Chi Chi's wondering where I am." Goku said, flying off.
"Don't you dare!" TRF called after him, but it was too late.
~*~
"Uh.good morning, Bulma. Have a nice night?" TRF asked tentatively at the breakfast table.
"No! That asshole Yamcha ruined everything! I can't believe I gave him five years of my life! The bastard!" Bulma spat.
"Oh, what went wrong?" TRF tried to suppress a smirk.
"Everything! Goku tried explaining this morning but."
"Goku was here?" TRF asked, choking on a piece of toast.
"Yeah, he told me everything." Bulma sighed into her coffee.
"Well, I had good reason to sabotage the meal! I mean, Yamcha wasn't right for you. Trust me! You'll thank me later!" TRF pleaded.
"Sabotage the meal?" Bulma asked confused.
"Yeah, you said Goku told you about me and him ruining the meal on purpose to break you and.nevermind. Gotta go." TRF said hurriedly, getting up upon seeing Bulma's reaction.
"You did what?" Bulma screamed, grabbing hold of TRF's arm.
"I.it was all Goku's fault!" TRF yelled, pointing to Goku who had entered the kitchen.
"Good morning. Woah, whats wrong Bulma?" Goku asked, dodging the various mugs and dishes that were thrown his way.
"I'm sorry, Bulma! I'll tell Yamcha the truth!" TRF promised, closing her eyes on waiting for the impact of a mug.
"It doesn't matter." Bulma sighed, sitting back down.
"Yeah, I'm a bitch I.what?" TRF asked, thinking she'd heard wrong.
"Me and Yamcha have been having problems before you arrived." Bulma muttered.
"Oh." TRF said, a grin spreading across her face. "So, you were on the brink of a break up before the meal?"
"Yeah, I was just waiting for the right moment to tell him. It turns out he felt the same way." Bulma shrugged.
"So, technically the meal helped you to release your true feelings?" TRF said, her grin growing wider.
"I guess you could say that." Bulma trailed off, looking at TRF suspiciously.
"So, if the meal helped you, that technically means I helped you so really, instead of punishment I should get a reward!" TRF grinned triumphantly.
"Oh no, I don't think so. You can start by cleaning up all the broken pottery while I think of a suitable punishment for you." Bulma smirked a very Vegeta-like smirk.
"Now that was scary." TRF commented on the smirk. "Oh no, Goku. You can help me." TRF said before Goku could leave.
"I've had enough of helping you!" Goku whined.
"Yeah, but she was throwing the things at you! If you'd caught them, then I wouldn't have to do this." TRF grinned at her logic.
"Fine." Goku sighed, getting a dustpan and brush.
"You're too soft, Goku. You gotta learn to say 'no'!" TRF commented.
"But you wanted me to help you, so if I would've said 'no', you'd be mad." Goku added.
"Hmmm, good point. On second thoughts, you're not that soft."
"See, I'm not as stupid as some people think!" Goku grinned happily. "Hey, Bulma, want us to sweep the whole kitchen? It looks kinda dirty."
"Might aswell, Goku." Bulma said from where she sat at the table.
"If you say so, Goku." TRF muttered.
~*~ (1 hour and 15 minutes later)
"Finished!" Goku grinned triumphantly.
"Thanks." Bulma smiled.
"Wow, that was hard work!" TRF panted. "It was so hard work that I'd call it.oh.a punishment." She emphasised the last word.
"I wouldn't go that far." Bulma laughed at TRF's stricken face. "I've already decided your punishment."