Another Cranky Saiyan?
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball or
anything affiliated with it.
HA! I remembered! I don't own Barbie either (Missed that one last time)
After several failed attempts, Bulma finally managed to pry herself from the floor. It had taken her about an hour just to get to the point where she could take two steps without finding herself on the ground again. She concentrated on lifting herself off the ground, but to no avail, nothing happened. "Stupid gravity room, I should blow the damn thing up-" not-so-nice curses could be heard from the room while Bulma "trained".
Trunks lay back in the doll clothes. They were soft. He was tired. Time for a nap. Just seconds after he had readied himself for a nice sleep, he felt something being jabbed into his stomach. He opened an eye to see Bra dancing her Barbies around. She seemed to be having plenty of fun with them two, changing their voices from high-pitched for a female and low-pitched for a male (and every so often high pitched for a male :). "Hey Barbie," she started in a low voice, bringing the Ken doll out front. "You wanna go to the mall later?" She moved the Ken back and the Barbie forward. "Sure Ken!" Before he knew it, a Ken doll was flying through the air. She didn't even turn to see where it had landed. She looked deep in thought for a second as she brought the Barbie closer to her. "Now... what are we going to do with your hair?" She looked at Trunks for an answer. He just lay back in the clothing and closed his eyes.
Goten and Goku had returned home and were now in the ritualistic activity of trying to get food before dinner-time. Chichi had started to unload the feast of steaming food onto the table, knowing that Gohan, Videl, and their daughter Pan would be there soon. "Chichi," Goku whined, "I'm hungry!"
"Yeah, mom! When are they going to get here?" Goten asked. She shrugged and continued to pile food on the table.
"I'm not sure. But we're not eating till they're here." Goten threw his arms up in the air. He waited till he thought his mother was back in the kitchen and attempted (keyword: Attempted) to get some food out of the container before she returned. He put his finger up to the mashed potatoes and was about to take a scoop, when out of nowhere, a spatula came down on his hand, startling him and making him fall backwards out of his chair.
"That's what you get."
"We're gonna starve Chichi!" Goku whined again before she retreated to the kitchen.
Meanwhile at Capsule Corp., Bulma had finished in the gravity room, and was making her way down the stairs. Her clothes were tattered and she had bruises all over from hitting the ground so many times. She sat down at the table where Trunks and Vegeta had already gathered. They only had to wait seconds before Bulma spoke, looking straight at Vegeta. "Well go get the food woman!"
"That's it!" He shouted standing up and slamming his hand down on the table, nearly breaking it into splinters.
"Hold it!" Trunks shouted. Putting a hand up towards each of his parents. Bra decided this would be an opportune time to make her way to the table.
"So, where's dinner?" she asked, smiling. She sat down at the table. Bulma smirked and once again looked at Vegeta. Knowing she was going to make another comment, Trunks stood up and made a comment they thought they'd never hear.
"I'll make dinner." Bra looked mortified, while Bulma and Vegeta smirked.
"Well make it quick brat!" Vegeta yelled as Trunks entered the kitchen. Several minutes later, when Trunks had started working on his first "craft", Bra entered.
"Want any help?"
"No. I'm having enough trouble as it is."
"'Kay," she said, walking back out to the dining room and leaving Trunks.
About twenty minutes later, he had found three things.
1. Shake-&-Bake chicken does not hold up well in the microwave
2. Can openers are hard to use, and last but not least
3. He could not make dinner worth crud.
He grabbed whatever TV dinners were handy, popped them in the microwave and distributed them around the table. None seemed too happy, but no one complained either.... okay so there was a little complaining.
"What the hell is this?" Bulma asked, prodding at it.
"I would have rather eaten it alive!" Vegeta yelled. Bra just quietly walked into the kitchen, grabbed a carton of ice cream and spoon and retreated to her room.
Gohan, Videl, and Pan had finally made their way to the Son household, and not a second too soon. Goku rushed up, escorted them in, took their coats, and seated them in less than twenty seconds. He took no time at all to dig in, as did Goten. The rest filled their plates. Plates were refilled once... twice... three times... okay, several times before the saiyans were full. They went out to spar and just overall have fun while Chichi and Videl stayed inside and talked about how to keep the saiyan's hunger at bay. Needless to say, Chichi had plenty of tips for Videl.
"Woman!" echoed through the house as Vegeta stomped through. "Where are my clothes!" He found her once again in the gravity room where she had worked her way up to 4 times Earth's gravity. "Where are my clothes!"
"Wherever the hell you left them!" she shouted and went back to training, her ki rising a bit. He walked out grumbling and shoved everything in what he thought was the washer and turning the knob over as far as it could. His clothes were dirty. He emptied half the box of soap into the top and shut the lid, hitting the start button and walking away, not noticing the suds that had already begun to seep out the side.
Omigod. I had this whole thing typed up before and then my computer restarted before I saved. I had to type the whole thing over again... that was horrible... but somebody asked me when this took place. Well, it took place somewhere in GT, but Bulma keeps referring to the androids because she got knocked into thinking she's Vegeta and the Androids was a pretty stressful time (Plus I'm not too sure on what comes next and what not) hope that explained a little.