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! This is the second to last chapter! Here it is, Chapter 10;
"This is so unbelievably boring." TRF complained, handing Bulma a file.
"That'll teach you for interfering in my love life." Bulma grinned, opening the file.
"What love life?" TRF muttered.
"I heard that!"
"You were supposed." TRF grinned, re-arranging Bulma's filing cabinet. "Anyway, why isn't Goku helping me? He was in on it aswell!"
"He's busy training to save the world." Bulma said, not looking up from her work.
"Yeah, any excuse." TRF muttered. "He's just lazy. Anyone can save the world, now arranging files takes skill!"
"Of course it does, dear." Bulma said absent-mindedly.
"So.where's Vegeta?"
"I thought I told you," Bulma sighed. "He's too old for you!"
"I keep telling you, I don't fancy him!" TRF blushed. "Besides, I'm engaged!"
"You are?" Bulma dropped the piece of machinery she was working on.
"Yup."
"Who to?"
"Uh.you don't know him." TRF said evasively.
"Oh."
"So.where is he?"
"Training." Bulma replied, picking up the machinery.
"Wow, you must know him pretty well to know where he is." TRF slid in.
"It's always training with Vegeta." Bulma muttered.
"Aw, you sound as if you miss him." TRF mused. "Do you miss him?"
"Eh? He's only in the GR! Besides, why would I miss that monkey?" Bulma demanded, looking up from her work.
"Well, in the five hours I've been here working, no subject has caused you to even glance from your work. I suddenly mention Vegeta, and you drop everything- literally." TRF grinned. She was exaggerating this, but Bulma didn't need to know that.
"I did not! As if I'd drop everything for that arrogant, pig-headed, egotistical."
"I rest my case." TRF smirked. "Uh.can I leave now? The files are arranged in ascending alphabetical order."
"Yeah, sure, go." Bulma said, turning back to her work.
"Oh, hey Vegeta." TRF burst into laughter when Bulma shot her head up.
"Ugh!" Bulma threw a pencil at TRF. "I don't have a thing for that monkey!"
~*~
"Whoops." TRF grinned as she shut off the gravity. "Gotta remember not to touch that." She giggled to herself as she saw Vegeta fall over due to the sudden change in gravity.
"Onna, what have.oh, its you." Vegeta narrowed his eyes at TRF as he opened the door.
"Yo, Veggie! Sorry to disappoint you, I'm not Bulma." TRF grinned.
"Hmph, I'm going back to training. Don't think those muffins will work on the Prince of all Saiya-jins twice."
"I know, which is why I got Mrs Briefs to make gingerbread men!" TRF produced the plate of biscuity goodness from behind her back.
"They smell nice."
"Yep, fresh outta the oven." TRF grinned. "But.I'm afraid they're only for people who are coming to this party tonight." TRF snatched the plate away before Vegeta could pounce on it.
"Hmph, you mistake me for Kakkarot, I am not a slave to food like that baka." Vegeta folded his arms snottily.
"Aw, that's a real shame, Vegeta. I decorated one especially for you. Look, it's got Saiyan armour on!" TRF showed Vegeta the gingerbread man that looked unmistakeably like himself.
"What are these?" Vegeta pointed to the gold buttons.
"Oh, they're the buttons." TRF explained. "They're made out of gum drops." She waved the plate in front of him.
"Gum drop buttons." Vegeta began drooling.
"Well, I'm off to find the rest of the Z-senshi, to invite them to the party and give them these delicious and fresh gingerbread men."
"I'll come to your party if it means so much to you!" Vegeta huffed, grabbing the plate of gingerbread men and disappearing into the Gravity Room.
"Oh, this is gonna be good."
"What is?" Bulma asked.
"Holy shit and pie! Heh, Bulma, didn't see you there!" TRF smiled sheepishly.
"What's gonna be good?" Bulma asked suspiciously.
"Oh.um.TV tonight. Great viewing." TRF covered.
"Oh."
"What are you doing here?" TRF asked suspiciously.
"Me? Oh, I was just.getting a wrench." Bulma knelt down and began rummaging through the toolbox next to the Gravity Room.
"Oh.OK." TRF shrugged; ignoring the fact that Bulma already had a wrench in her hand. "Bulma, will you be in tonight?"
"Should be, why?" Bulma asked, looking for the wrench that she already had in her hand.
"No reason."
~*~
"Hi Trunksy!" TRF squealed into the phone, making sure no one else was around.
"Uh.yeah, hi. Listen, I'll be their tomorrow, have you gotten my mom and father together?"
"Uh.well, technically."
"TRF!" Trunks wailed on the other end of the line.
"Well, it's hard!" TRF defended herself. "Besides, they'll have 'done it' by tonight."
"'Done it'?"
"Why don't you Z characters ever know what I mean by that? I mean sex, OK? They will have had sex! Ya know, when a man and a woman."
"Yes, yes, I get it. Now, make sure it works otherwise I won't be born." Trunks warned.
"But.but.but how will we marry?" TRF sounded shocked.
"We're not getting married, how many more times?"
"Yeah, if you say so, Trunksy. I gotta go, bye future-husband!"
"But I'm not." TRF hung up the phone before Trunks could finish.
~*~ (Later that night)
"Now, Goku, you won't mess this one up, right?"
"I didn't mess up the last one!" Goku insisted.
"If you say so." TRF shook her head. "Right, I think we're done." She stood back and admired her work. Everything was the same as when they were expecting Yamcha, but this time the food was Spaghetti Bolognese, minus the special ingredients a la TRF. The wine was actually wine, not vinegar and the mood was romantic. Well, as romantic as a teenage girl and a naïve middle-aged Saiyan could manage. "Someone's coming, hide!" TRF and Goku scrambled behind potted plants this time.
"Hello, is anyone.wow." Bulma saw the table and food. "Aw, he's so sweet."
"He?" TRF whispered to Goku. "Why didn't you tell me she got back together with Yamcha?"
"She hasn't! Well, no one told me!" Goku whispered back.
"Damnit, there goes my wedding." TRF muttered.
"OK, I've come to your stupid party. Now where are those ginger- thingy's?" Vegeta strode onto the balcony. "What's this?"
"What? I thought- "
"Shh." Vegeta cut Bulma off. "Kakkarot, you fool have you forgotten about Saiya-jin's acute smell and hearing? You're breathing is extremely loud, you baka."
"Heh, hey Vegeta, Bulma." Goku stood up.
"Hey, Goku, don't give my place away!" TRF hissed.
"You too, brat." Vegeta smirked. "What do you two fools take me for?"
"Oh, hey guys! Me and Goku were just playing hide and seek!" TRF grinned. "Goku, I told you I'd hide!"
"Oh no, you're not squirming your way out of this one." Bulma said. "I thought I told you to stop meddling in my love life?"
"But you don't have one, I was trying to get you one so technically I wasn't meddling in your love life 'cos it didn't exist!" TRF insisted.
"What? Why you little."
"Heh, whats TRF's trying to say, is that we're extremely sorry and we just thought you and Vegeta would like a nice meal and some company as you've both been working so hard." Goku covered.
"Wow, you're a good liar!" TRF whispered.
"Well, I can think of a suitable punishment." Vegeta smirked evilly.
"Hey, Vegeta, you feel that ki?" Goku asked, surprise written all over his face.
"Kakkarot, I am not going to fall for your.impossible!"
"What is it?" Bulma demanded.
"I don't know, it feels like." Goku was cut off as a flash of bright light enveloped Capsule Corp.
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! This is the second to last chapter! Here it is, Chapter 10;
"This is so unbelievably boring." TRF complained, handing Bulma a file.
"That'll teach you for interfering in my love life." Bulma grinned, opening the file.
"What love life?" TRF muttered.
"I heard that!"
"You were supposed." TRF grinned, re-arranging Bulma's filing cabinet. "Anyway, why isn't Goku helping me? He was in on it aswell!"
"He's busy training to save the world." Bulma said, not looking up from her work.
"Yeah, any excuse." TRF muttered. "He's just lazy. Anyone can save the world, now arranging files takes skill!"
"Of course it does, dear." Bulma said absent-mindedly.
"So.where's Vegeta?"
"I thought I told you," Bulma sighed. "He's too old for you!"
"I keep telling you, I don't fancy him!" TRF blushed. "Besides, I'm engaged!"
"You are?" Bulma dropped the piece of machinery she was working on.
"Yup."
"Who to?"
"Uh.you don't know him." TRF said evasively.
"Oh."
"So.where is he?"
"Training." Bulma replied, picking up the machinery.
"Wow, you must know him pretty well to know where he is." TRF slid in.
"It's always training with Vegeta." Bulma muttered.
"Aw, you sound as if you miss him." TRF mused. "Do you miss him?"
"Eh? He's only in the GR! Besides, why would I miss that monkey?" Bulma demanded, looking up from her work.
"Well, in the five hours I've been here working, no subject has caused you to even glance from your work. I suddenly mention Vegeta, and you drop everything- literally." TRF grinned. She was exaggerating this, but Bulma didn't need to know that.
"I did not! As if I'd drop everything for that arrogant, pig-headed, egotistical."
"I rest my case." TRF smirked. "Uh.can I leave now? The files are arranged in ascending alphabetical order."
"Yeah, sure, go." Bulma said, turning back to her work.
"Oh, hey Vegeta." TRF burst into laughter when Bulma shot her head up.
"Ugh!" Bulma threw a pencil at TRF. "I don't have a thing for that monkey!"
~*~
"Whoops." TRF grinned as she shut off the gravity. "Gotta remember not to touch that." She giggled to herself as she saw Vegeta fall over due to the sudden change in gravity.
"Onna, what have.oh, its you." Vegeta narrowed his eyes at TRF as he opened the door.
"Yo, Veggie! Sorry to disappoint you, I'm not Bulma." TRF grinned.
"Hmph, I'm going back to training. Don't think those muffins will work on the Prince of all Saiya-jins twice."
"I know, which is why I got Mrs Briefs to make gingerbread men!" TRF produced the plate of biscuity goodness from behind her back.
"They smell nice."
"Yep, fresh outta the oven." TRF grinned. "But.I'm afraid they're only for people who are coming to this party tonight." TRF snatched the plate away before Vegeta could pounce on it.
"Hmph, you mistake me for Kakkarot, I am not a slave to food like that baka." Vegeta folded his arms snottily.
"Aw, that's a real shame, Vegeta. I decorated one especially for you. Look, it's got Saiyan armour on!" TRF showed Vegeta the gingerbread man that looked unmistakeably like himself.
"What are these?" Vegeta pointed to the gold buttons.
"Oh, they're the buttons." TRF explained. "They're made out of gum drops." She waved the plate in front of him.
"Gum drop buttons." Vegeta began drooling.
"Well, I'm off to find the rest of the Z-senshi, to invite them to the party and give them these delicious and fresh gingerbread men."
"I'll come to your party if it means so much to you!" Vegeta huffed, grabbing the plate of gingerbread men and disappearing into the Gravity Room.
"Oh, this is gonna be good."
"What is?" Bulma asked.
"Holy shit and pie! Heh, Bulma, didn't see you there!" TRF smiled sheepishly.
"What's gonna be good?" Bulma asked suspiciously.
"Oh.um.TV tonight. Great viewing." TRF covered.
"Oh."
"What are you doing here?" TRF asked suspiciously.
"Me? Oh, I was just.getting a wrench." Bulma knelt down and began rummaging through the toolbox next to the Gravity Room.
"Oh.OK." TRF shrugged; ignoring the fact that Bulma already had a wrench in her hand. "Bulma, will you be in tonight?"
"Should be, why?" Bulma asked, looking for the wrench that she already had in her hand.
"No reason."
~*~
"Hi Trunksy!" TRF squealed into the phone, making sure no one else was around.
"Uh.yeah, hi. Listen, I'll be their tomorrow, have you gotten my mom and father together?"
"Uh.well, technically."
"TRF!" Trunks wailed on the other end of the line.
"Well, it's hard!" TRF defended herself. "Besides, they'll have 'done it' by tonight."
"'Done it'?"
"Why don't you Z characters ever know what I mean by that? I mean sex, OK? They will have had sex! Ya know, when a man and a woman."
"Yes, yes, I get it. Now, make sure it works otherwise I won't be born." Trunks warned.
"But.but.but how will we marry?" TRF sounded shocked.
"We're not getting married, how many more times?"
"Yeah, if you say so, Trunksy. I gotta go, bye future-husband!"
"But I'm not." TRF hung up the phone before Trunks could finish.
~*~ (Later that night)
"Now, Goku, you won't mess this one up, right?"
"I didn't mess up the last one!" Goku insisted.
"If you say so." TRF shook her head. "Right, I think we're done." She stood back and admired her work. Everything was the same as when they were expecting Yamcha, but this time the food was Spaghetti Bolognese, minus the special ingredients a la TRF. The wine was actually wine, not vinegar and the mood was romantic. Well, as romantic as a teenage girl and a naïve middle-aged Saiyan could manage. "Someone's coming, hide!" TRF and Goku scrambled behind potted plants this time.
"Hello, is anyone.wow." Bulma saw the table and food. "Aw, he's so sweet."
"He?" TRF whispered to Goku. "Why didn't you tell me she got back together with Yamcha?"
"She hasn't! Well, no one told me!" Goku whispered back.
"Damnit, there goes my wedding." TRF muttered.
"OK, I've come to your stupid party. Now where are those ginger- thingy's?" Vegeta strode onto the balcony. "What's this?"
"What? I thought- "
"Shh." Vegeta cut Bulma off. "Kakkarot, you fool have you forgotten about Saiya-jin's acute smell and hearing? You're breathing is extremely loud, you baka."
"Heh, hey Vegeta, Bulma." Goku stood up.
"Hey, Goku, don't give my place away!" TRF hissed.
"You too, brat." Vegeta smirked. "What do you two fools take me for?"
"Oh, hey guys! Me and Goku were just playing hide and seek!" TRF grinned. "Goku, I told you I'd hide!"
"Oh no, you're not squirming your way out of this one." Bulma said. "I thought I told you to stop meddling in my love life?"
"But you don't have one, I was trying to get you one so technically I wasn't meddling in your love life 'cos it didn't exist!" TRF insisted.
"What? Why you little."
"Heh, whats TRF's trying to say, is that we're extremely sorry and we just thought you and Vegeta would like a nice meal and some company as you've both been working so hard." Goku covered.
"Wow, you're a good liar!" TRF whispered.
"Well, I can think of a suitable punishment." Vegeta smirked evilly.
"Hey, Vegeta, you feel that ki?" Goku asked, surprise written all over his face.
"Kakkarot, I am not going to fall for your.impossible!"
"What is it?" Bulma demanded.
"I don't know, it feels like." Goku was cut off as a flash of bright light enveloped Capsule Corp.