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: Aw, the very last chapter of 'Do It Yourself'! Wowness, ma first fic I've finished! This is a cause for celebration *gets a tub of banana ice- cream*
"Trunksy!" TRF squealed, throwing herself into the half-Saiyan's arms.
"Yeah, hi." Trunks said, side-stepping TRF's advances.
"What are you doing here?" Vegeta demanded, glaring daggers at the lavender-haired warrior.
"He's here to marry me!" TRF grinned proudly.
"I sympathise with him." Vegeta smirked.
"I am not marrying you!" Trunks insisted. "Please tell me you got them to.ah.do stuff?"
"Well, technically.no." TRF stated.
"What?" Trunks demanded. "How could you do this? What will I do now? Do you know what this means?"
"That we're only having a small wedding?" TRF asked.
"Ugh!" Trunks roared. "I can't believe you!"
"Well maybe you should've done your own dirty work, instead of getting me to! Ya know, I think I'm going off you." TRF folded her arms stubbornly.
"Good!" Trunks shot back.
"OK, can I ask something?" Bulma spoke up. "What the fuck is going on here?"
"I might aswell tell you, I'm Trunks, your son." Trunks explained.
"Yeah, and I'm secretly married to Roshi." Bulma rolled her eyes.
"You are? Congratulations!" Goku hugged Bulma.
"Goku, I was being sarcastic!"
"Oh." Goku rubbed his neck and laughed. "But really Bulma, this is your and Vegeta's son."
"What? This purple-haired, blue-eyed brat is not my son!" Vegeta insisted.
"Don't insult my son, you!" Bulma poked a finger into Vegeta's chest.
"He is." TRF stated simply. "And I'm from another dimension where you guys are just a TV show."
"Oh, I see whats going on. You're trying to make me paranoid so I'll give up that stash of gingerbread men, right? Not going to happen, brat! I am the Prince of all Saiya-jins, I don't give in!" Vegeta crossed his arms.
"Uh.Vegeta, no one wants your crappy biscuits." TRF informed him.
"They are not 'crappy'!" Vegeta stated. "They are full of sugary goodness!"
"OK TRF, lets go. Now that you've failed at what was possibly the easiest job in."
"Easiest?" TRF yelled. "Getting Vegeta and Bulma to fuck is not easy!"
"What?" Vegeta and Bulma demanded.
"Heh, did I say that out loud? Whoops!" TRF did a Goku-style neck- rub.
"Well it doesn't matter now, anyway! I won't be born. I won't exist! You've just ruined their dimension and mine!" Trunks shouted at TRF.
"Uh guys." Bulma tried to interrupt.
"Me? Ya know what, I think I prefer Vegeta to you! You're a purple- haired moron!"
"Guys." Bulma tried again.
"Ha, that won't faze me, they taught me how to deal with other people's jealousy over my hair at the convention." Trunks smirked.
"Jealousy?" TRF demanded. "I am not jealous of your lilac hair, you lilac-haired freak!"
"Listen, I have something to." Bulma tried another time.
"Well I won't have lilac hair anymore, 'cos I won't exist!" Trunks screamed.
"Wow, this is like TV!" Goku commented, eating the cold food from Vegeta and Bulma's plates..
"Shut up, Trunks! I'm glad you won't exist!" TRF shot back.
"Brats!" Vegeta roared over the noise. "What is this infernal racket?" He demanded once the noise had died down.
"She made me not exist!" Trunks whined.
"Well he said it was easy!" TRF muttered.
"Why are you arguing? The onna and I have already engaged in sexual intercourse, you bakas. She was trying to tell you, but your attention-span of five seconds wouldn't allow it."
"Wh.what?" TRF asked, thinking she had misheard.
"Really? Woohoo!" Trunks cheered. "I mean, that's excellent."
"But.how? I only fixed your dinner an hour ago and you haven't been out of my sight for more than a minute. Damn, that was fast!" TRF commented
"Hmph, as if I need you to help me." Vegeta scowled.
"Well, me and Vegeta kinda got together when I broke it off with Yamcha." Bulma blushed.
"That's great!" Goku said enthusiastically. "But I think Master Roshi will be upset."
"Kakkarot, you truly are worthy of the title 'third class baka'." Vegeta shook his head in disgust.
"Aw, thanks 'Geta!" Goku grinned.
"So, technically it was all thanks to me that you two got together, 'cos I helped you break up with Yamcha!" TRF grinned. "Oh yeah, I'm good."
"Right." Trunks rolled his eyes. "Lets go. I think you've caused enough damage here."
"Bye guys! It's been great!" TRF grinned, waving as Trunks picked her up.
"Bye Bobbelina!" Bulma called, causing TRF to cringe at the name.
"Cya!" Goku waved.
"Hmm, now where did I leave them gingerbread men?" Vegeta mused to himself as he made his way to the Gravity Room.
~*~
"Damn, I am so tired!" TRF rubbed her eyes as she watched Trunks fly away. "I can't believe no time has passed in my world." She shook her head as she began tearing down all her Trunks posters and putting them in the bin. "I am such a fool, to think I helped them get together." She shook her head, as she plastered new posters up around the room. "Ah well, I helped them get together, I can 'help' them break up." TRF smirked as she climbed into bed, kissing each poster as she did so. "'Night Veggie." She muttered, before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
A/N2: Duh Dah! See TRF, this is really how you made your transition from a Trunks fan to a Skittles fan, right? I knew it ^_^
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: Aw, the very last chapter of 'Do It Yourself'! Wowness, ma first fic I've finished! This is a cause for celebration *gets a tub of banana ice- cream*
"Trunksy!" TRF squealed, throwing herself into the half-Saiyan's arms.
"Yeah, hi." Trunks said, side-stepping TRF's advances.
"What are you doing here?" Vegeta demanded, glaring daggers at the lavender-haired warrior.
"He's here to marry me!" TRF grinned proudly.
"I sympathise with him." Vegeta smirked.
"I am not marrying you!" Trunks insisted. "Please tell me you got them to.ah.do stuff?"
"Well, technically.no." TRF stated.
"What?" Trunks demanded. "How could you do this? What will I do now? Do you know what this means?"
"That we're only having a small wedding?" TRF asked.
"Ugh!" Trunks roared. "I can't believe you!"
"Well maybe you should've done your own dirty work, instead of getting me to! Ya know, I think I'm going off you." TRF folded her arms stubbornly.
"Good!" Trunks shot back.
"OK, can I ask something?" Bulma spoke up. "What the fuck is going on here?"
"I might aswell tell you, I'm Trunks, your son." Trunks explained.
"Yeah, and I'm secretly married to Roshi." Bulma rolled her eyes.
"You are? Congratulations!" Goku hugged Bulma.
"Goku, I was being sarcastic!"
"Oh." Goku rubbed his neck and laughed. "But really Bulma, this is your and Vegeta's son."
"What? This purple-haired, blue-eyed brat is not my son!" Vegeta insisted.
"Don't insult my son, you!" Bulma poked a finger into Vegeta's chest.
"He is." TRF stated simply. "And I'm from another dimension where you guys are just a TV show."
"Oh, I see whats going on. You're trying to make me paranoid so I'll give up that stash of gingerbread men, right? Not going to happen, brat! I am the Prince of all Saiya-jins, I don't give in!" Vegeta crossed his arms.
"Uh.Vegeta, no one wants your crappy biscuits." TRF informed him.
"They are not 'crappy'!" Vegeta stated. "They are full of sugary goodness!"
"OK TRF, lets go. Now that you've failed at what was possibly the easiest job in."
"Easiest?" TRF yelled. "Getting Vegeta and Bulma to fuck is not easy!"
"What?" Vegeta and Bulma demanded.
"Heh, did I say that out loud? Whoops!" TRF did a Goku-style neck- rub.
"Well it doesn't matter now, anyway! I won't be born. I won't exist! You've just ruined their dimension and mine!" Trunks shouted at TRF.
"Uh guys." Bulma tried to interrupt.
"Me? Ya know what, I think I prefer Vegeta to you! You're a purple- haired moron!"
"Guys." Bulma tried again.
"Ha, that won't faze me, they taught me how to deal with other people's jealousy over my hair at the convention." Trunks smirked.
"Jealousy?" TRF demanded. "I am not jealous of your lilac hair, you lilac-haired freak!"
"Listen, I have something to." Bulma tried another time.
"Well I won't have lilac hair anymore, 'cos I won't exist!" Trunks screamed.
"Wow, this is like TV!" Goku commented, eating the cold food from Vegeta and Bulma's plates..
"Shut up, Trunks! I'm glad you won't exist!" TRF shot back.
"Brats!" Vegeta roared over the noise. "What is this infernal racket?" He demanded once the noise had died down.
"She made me not exist!" Trunks whined.
"Well he said it was easy!" TRF muttered.
"Why are you arguing? The onna and I have already engaged in sexual intercourse, you bakas. She was trying to tell you, but your attention-span of five seconds wouldn't allow it."
"Wh.what?" TRF asked, thinking she had misheard.
"Really? Woohoo!" Trunks cheered. "I mean, that's excellent."
"But.how? I only fixed your dinner an hour ago and you haven't been out of my sight for more than a minute. Damn, that was fast!" TRF commented
"Hmph, as if I need you to help me." Vegeta scowled.
"Well, me and Vegeta kinda got together when I broke it off with Yamcha." Bulma blushed.
"That's great!" Goku said enthusiastically. "But I think Master Roshi will be upset."
"Kakkarot, you truly are worthy of the title 'third class baka'." Vegeta shook his head in disgust.
"Aw, thanks 'Geta!" Goku grinned.
"So, technically it was all thanks to me that you two got together, 'cos I helped you break up with Yamcha!" TRF grinned. "Oh yeah, I'm good."
"Right." Trunks rolled his eyes. "Lets go. I think you've caused enough damage here."
"Bye guys! It's been great!" TRF grinned, waving as Trunks picked her up.
"Bye Bobbelina!" Bulma called, causing TRF to cringe at the name.
"Cya!" Goku waved.
"Hmm, now where did I leave them gingerbread men?" Vegeta mused to himself as he made his way to the Gravity Room.
~*~
"Damn, I am so tired!" TRF rubbed her eyes as she watched Trunks fly away. "I can't believe no time has passed in my world." She shook her head as she began tearing down all her Trunks posters and putting them in the bin. "I am such a fool, to think I helped them get together." She shook her head, as she plastered new posters up around the room. "Ah well, I helped them get together, I can 'help' them break up." TRF smirked as she climbed into bed, kissing each poster as she did so. "'Night Veggie." She muttered, before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
A/N2: Duh Dah! See TRF, this is really how you made your transition from a Trunks fan to a Skittles fan, right? I knew it ^_^