Disclaimer@! do not own dragonball, do I,.. nop, I don't. damn!
At least I have Pesky :) she's MINE@!@!!!
oh, check the pic in my provile for what Pesky looks like. and my homepage.:
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Vegeta put his face right in front the shower's head and let in rinse his aching eyelidds.
Another useless day spent in the gravety room; another neglegible increase of his power.
Oh, he'd made super saijin by now. A long time ago. But it wasn't enough to beat Kakarot.
It was never enough to beat Kakarot.
Briefly, Vegeta conisdered taking up a different hobby.
But then, beating Kakarot was his life.
And, pointless as it seemed at times, he had a very good reason for doing what he did.
He just wished he could remember what it was right now.
His mind had him doing circles, and that was something he didn't like.
At least now he was tired enough to stop thinking all together.
Just relax and let the hot water soak in, let it beat at his temples and his tired muscles and,...
"Baka!"
and the water stopped.
Vegeta growled, annoyed. He hadn't even started washing his hair yet!
Angrily, he grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower.
He just barely remembered they had visitors, so just to be save he shot in some shorts,
then stalked down the stairs with the towel over his shoulders.
He was dripping wet and making a mess, but he hardly cared.
"I can't believe this F*cking all,.." ",...something@!"
Luckely for Bulma, he found the kitchen empty.
Which was a bit odd, since he could have sworn he had heard Bulma starting on dinner earlier.
But it didn't look like she was back yet.
He shrugged.
Vegeta, prince of the Saijans didn't need a scientist to fix this little problem.
He opened the cubbord under the sink, and and grabbed the main water tab,
realising it was open only just before he would have ripped it clear off.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
There was something very odd going on around here.
He opened the kitchen's tab, only to find it wasn't working either.
But when he glanced up, he saw it.
Outside, in the back yard
-Where, incedently the main water line ran-
someone had hammered several poles in the ground.
From one of them a little fountain sprung.
Already half the lawn was under water, and if he didn't do something soon, the wouldn't be all what would be getting wet!
Eloquent as Vegeta was, no words seemed able to cover his feelings at this particular moment.
Though "shit" and "blast it all" went quite a long way.
He all but ran out the door, pausing on the upper step, not wanting to get wet.
He'd just fly over and,..
Then, he heard a soft creack behind him.
Only a life long of training saved him from what happened next.
A life of long and hard reflex training AND his saija-jin- hearing.
Vegeta toppled backwards, down the stairs and landing on his butt on the soaked lawn.
But in the place he had been standing an instant before,
right in that very spot, a knife nearly as big as a sword quivered in the ground.
Hanging from the heaft, her feet barely touching the ground, was a very angry, very loudly cursing little brat of a girl.
Pesky, he knew.
The kid had been waiting for him right on top of the door frame.
Luring him out with her own little self-made fountain.
Very clever, he thought, as he got to his feet.
Very well thought out.
Even brave, perhaps.
He would have appreciated the whole sceme, if it had not been _his_ backyard that was flooded.
If it had not been _his_ shower that had been interrupted and _his_ head that had nearly been cleavered.
Not to mention the fact that he'd got his shorts wet, sitting down on the soaked lawn like that.
Just then, Pesky managed to pull her cleaver of a knife out of the ground, and came running straight at Vegeta.
He had had just about enough of this girl.
Carelessly, he raised a ki-shield around himself.
Then, as the knife skitted right into it in front of his eyes, he grabbed it, braking the thing with a flick of the wrist.
The girl looked at him blank-eyed a moment, but then began to rain her uselessly weak punches on him again.
She wasn't even damaging his shields.
Any other time, he might just have waited to see if the girl was stupid enough to break her own hands on him.
But right now, he was pissed off.
Grabbing the girl by one of her annoying pony-tails, he pulled her up to his face.
"Nice try, little brat. But you should NOT interrupt mY SHOWER!!"
--
Pesky flinched at his loud voice, but then blinked at him.
Was he expecting her to give him somekind of answer? Maybe promise him she would not interrupt his "showers"?
She couldn't do that. Killing him would interrupt all his showers ever to come anyway.
She was just bungling there, holding on to her hair with both hands.
Pesky really hated getting picked up like this.
Then again, she thought, telling go with one hand and pulling it back to punch,
now, at least, she could reach the guys face.
*Tap!*
Pesky had to fight not to let out a loud "whoop" as she finally managed to hit this big Saija-jin in the face.
Not that it had done him any damage, but it was the mental victory that counted.
The alien by the name of Vegeta stared at her in complete shock for a moment, but then his face twisted into something near loathing.
Pesky suddenly felt no joy at all over hitting the guy.
She felt weightless a moment, before a sharp yank to her tail send her hurtling through the air.
Then crashed her to a skitting halt.
"Don't you EVER give up?"
he spat at her, as she started to pick herself of from the lawn.
This wasn't any good.
Better to retreat and,..
Pesky gasped. her face was wet with something warm and sticky,..
Panicking, she pulled a hand over her face, breating a sigh of relieve.
No blood.
Just water and bits of leaf.
Her joy was rather shortlived, though, as she noticed the worms and insects in the water that she had just fallen face-first into.
SHe just had to land right in a stock of leafes and dirt, hadn't she?
Shakely, she got back to her feet, all fear of this monster instantly forgotten in her outrage.
Balling an angry little fist at him, she called him every vile thing she could think of.
---
Vegeta smirked. He was still annoyed at the girl's pathetic attack.
Indeed; he had considered blasting the little creature to the next dimention while she was laying there.
But he really couldn't bring himself too.
Sprawled on the ground like that, with her midnight-blue hair.
Well, she could have been his own little girl.
Of course, the similarities ended right there:
girl with blue hair.
His Bra had a better color blue. And she was a lot better looking too.
Still, the comparison had relenquished all thoughts of blasting her.
And now the puny thing was shooting off a whole variety of insults at him, one even more amusing then the next.
Tracing his ancestors back to some slimy fungus that presumable lived on mars,..
But then, his amuzement faded as her insult took a new turn as she speculated how he had courted his wife,
and what had brought his children about.
Vegeta decided he was going to blast her after all.
Though he couldn't help aiming a little low and off to the right.
The girl stocked in half-sentence, jumping to the side -all be it unnecesarily.
Though, after that, the brat pitched up even louder,
including cowardice and unfiar fighting to the bout of "things she hated about him."
Feeling a little better, Vegeta set off another small Ki-blast.
A little closer, but nothing dangerous.
He was genuinly amused as she jumped it just in time. Not that he was trying to be fast or stealthily about his attacks.
The girl ran a little to the side, then started her screaming again, but Vegeta stopped her easily enough giving her another blast to dodge.
He was getting to enjoy this.
This time, she hid behind the shed to start screaming at him.
He just blew up the entire thing up, smirking at her shocked face through the smoke.
But she soon started it again and again, till Vegeta seriously thought she'd never get the -rather obvious- message.
Finally, she got quiet, and Vegeta let out a relaxed sigh.
The girl stood a good twenty feet away from him, doubled over with her hands on her knees,
huffing like the wind had been knocked out of her.
After a moment, she straightened and took a long breath asif to start off again.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at her, wondering if she really was _that_ stupid.
Slowly, menacingly, he raised one finger again, gathering another ki-ball on top of him, giving her an appraising look.
It _would_ be nice to blast someone again. And she was just _begging_,.. _pleading_ to be,..
"VEGETA!!!"
He winced at the loud voice right behind him, turning to look right into a very upset looking Bulma.
"_WHAT_ ARE YOU DOING?!?"
The prince of the Saijans swallowed.
he had the nagging feeling things weren't looking good for him at all.
Him in shorts and a towel in a flooded lawn, with the whole place blasted to bits.
And it would be hard to say he _hadn't_ blasted whe whole place.
Including the shed, all the trees and definitely all the roses. Bulma's mother liked the roses, he remembered.
and then, so did Bulma,..
Vegeta opened his mouth to explain, but didn't know where to begin. It had all made perfect sense just a minute ago.
Now that he was to put it all in to words, however,..
"Good day, misses Briefs!" Chimed up a happy little girl's voice.
"Your son told us me and my brother could stay for dinner.
is that alright by you,..?"
Vegeta turned around slowly,
unable to comprehend this cute little girl was the same Pesky that had just attacked him with a cleaver.
_____
that's it for now!
Don't worry, I'm not forgetting about poor Trunks and leaving him there to rot for all eternity!
More coming, but PPLEEASE tell mee!, TELL MEEE (mad animal voice) what you think,..!
*blush*
sorry about that,..
someone told me Pesky is autobiographic, but I'm not _that_ agressive, surely!
And I don't know where you live anyway, so you can savely tell me what you think, ok? :)
At least I have Pesky :) she's MINE@!@!!!
oh, check the pic in my provile for what Pesky looks like. and my homepage.:
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Vegeta put his face right in front the shower's head and let in rinse his aching eyelidds.
Another useless day spent in the gravety room; another neglegible increase of his power.
Oh, he'd made super saijin by now. A long time ago. But it wasn't enough to beat Kakarot.
It was never enough to beat Kakarot.
Briefly, Vegeta conisdered taking up a different hobby.
But then, beating Kakarot was his life.
And, pointless as it seemed at times, he had a very good reason for doing what he did.
He just wished he could remember what it was right now.
His mind had him doing circles, and that was something he didn't like.
At least now he was tired enough to stop thinking all together.
Just relax and let the hot water soak in, let it beat at his temples and his tired muscles and,...
"Baka!"
and the water stopped.
Vegeta growled, annoyed. He hadn't even started washing his hair yet!
Angrily, he grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower.
He just barely remembered they had visitors, so just to be save he shot in some shorts,
then stalked down the stairs with the towel over his shoulders.
He was dripping wet and making a mess, but he hardly cared.
"I can't believe this F*cking all,.." ",...something@!"
Luckely for Bulma, he found the kitchen empty.
Which was a bit odd, since he could have sworn he had heard Bulma starting on dinner earlier.
But it didn't look like she was back yet.
He shrugged.
Vegeta, prince of the Saijans didn't need a scientist to fix this little problem.
He opened the cubbord under the sink, and and grabbed the main water tab,
realising it was open only just before he would have ripped it clear off.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
There was something very odd going on around here.
He opened the kitchen's tab, only to find it wasn't working either.
But when he glanced up, he saw it.
Outside, in the back yard
-Where, incedently the main water line ran-
someone had hammered several poles in the ground.
From one of them a little fountain sprung.
Already half the lawn was under water, and if he didn't do something soon, the wouldn't be all what would be getting wet!
Eloquent as Vegeta was, no words seemed able to cover his feelings at this particular moment.
Though "shit" and "blast it all" went quite a long way.
He all but ran out the door, pausing on the upper step, not wanting to get wet.
He'd just fly over and,..
Then, he heard a soft creack behind him.
Only a life long of training saved him from what happened next.
A life of long and hard reflex training AND his saija-jin- hearing.
Vegeta toppled backwards, down the stairs and landing on his butt on the soaked lawn.
But in the place he had been standing an instant before,
right in that very spot, a knife nearly as big as a sword quivered in the ground.
Hanging from the heaft, her feet barely touching the ground, was a very angry, very loudly cursing little brat of a girl.
Pesky, he knew.
The kid had been waiting for him right on top of the door frame.
Luring him out with her own little self-made fountain.
Very clever, he thought, as he got to his feet.
Very well thought out.
Even brave, perhaps.
He would have appreciated the whole sceme, if it had not been _his_ backyard that was flooded.
If it had not been _his_ shower that had been interrupted and _his_ head that had nearly been cleavered.
Not to mention the fact that he'd got his shorts wet, sitting down on the soaked lawn like that.
Just then, Pesky managed to pull her cleaver of a knife out of the ground, and came running straight at Vegeta.
He had had just about enough of this girl.
Carelessly, he raised a ki-shield around himself.
Then, as the knife skitted right into it in front of his eyes, he grabbed it, braking the thing with a flick of the wrist.
The girl looked at him blank-eyed a moment, but then began to rain her uselessly weak punches on him again.
She wasn't even damaging his shields.
Any other time, he might just have waited to see if the girl was stupid enough to break her own hands on him.
But right now, he was pissed off.
Grabbing the girl by one of her annoying pony-tails, he pulled her up to his face.
"Nice try, little brat. But you should NOT interrupt mY SHOWER!!"
--
Pesky flinched at his loud voice, but then blinked at him.
Was he expecting her to give him somekind of answer? Maybe promise him she would not interrupt his "showers"?
She couldn't do that. Killing him would interrupt all his showers ever to come anyway.
She was just bungling there, holding on to her hair with both hands.
Pesky really hated getting picked up like this.
Then again, she thought, telling go with one hand and pulling it back to punch,
now, at least, she could reach the guys face.
*Tap!*
Pesky had to fight not to let out a loud "whoop" as she finally managed to hit this big Saija-jin in the face.
Not that it had done him any damage, but it was the mental victory that counted.
The alien by the name of Vegeta stared at her in complete shock for a moment, but then his face twisted into something near loathing.
Pesky suddenly felt no joy at all over hitting the guy.
She felt weightless a moment, before a sharp yank to her tail send her hurtling through the air.
Then crashed her to a skitting halt.
"Don't you EVER give up?"
he spat at her, as she started to pick herself of from the lawn.
This wasn't any good.
Better to retreat and,..
Pesky gasped. her face was wet with something warm and sticky,..
Panicking, she pulled a hand over her face, breating a sigh of relieve.
No blood.
Just water and bits of leaf.
Her joy was rather shortlived, though, as she noticed the worms and insects in the water that she had just fallen face-first into.
SHe just had to land right in a stock of leafes and dirt, hadn't she?
Shakely, she got back to her feet, all fear of this monster instantly forgotten in her outrage.
Balling an angry little fist at him, she called him every vile thing she could think of.
---
Vegeta smirked. He was still annoyed at the girl's pathetic attack.
Indeed; he had considered blasting the little creature to the next dimention while she was laying there.
But he really couldn't bring himself too.
Sprawled on the ground like that, with her midnight-blue hair.
Well, she could have been his own little girl.
Of course, the similarities ended right there:
girl with blue hair.
His Bra had a better color blue. And she was a lot better looking too.
Still, the comparison had relenquished all thoughts of blasting her.
And now the puny thing was shooting off a whole variety of insults at him, one even more amusing then the next.
Tracing his ancestors back to some slimy fungus that presumable lived on mars,..
But then, his amuzement faded as her insult took a new turn as she speculated how he had courted his wife,
and what had brought his children about.
Vegeta decided he was going to blast her after all.
Though he couldn't help aiming a little low and off to the right.
The girl stocked in half-sentence, jumping to the side -all be it unnecesarily.
Though, after that, the brat pitched up even louder,
including cowardice and unfiar fighting to the bout of "things she hated about him."
Feeling a little better, Vegeta set off another small Ki-blast.
A little closer, but nothing dangerous.
He was genuinly amused as she jumped it just in time. Not that he was trying to be fast or stealthily about his attacks.
The girl ran a little to the side, then started her screaming again, but Vegeta stopped her easily enough giving her another blast to dodge.
He was getting to enjoy this.
This time, she hid behind the shed to start screaming at him.
He just blew up the entire thing up, smirking at her shocked face through the smoke.
But she soon started it again and again, till Vegeta seriously thought she'd never get the -rather obvious- message.
Finally, she got quiet, and Vegeta let out a relaxed sigh.
The girl stood a good twenty feet away from him, doubled over with her hands on her knees,
huffing like the wind had been knocked out of her.
After a moment, she straightened and took a long breath asif to start off again.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at her, wondering if she really was _that_ stupid.
Slowly, menacingly, he raised one finger again, gathering another ki-ball on top of him, giving her an appraising look.
It _would_ be nice to blast someone again. And she was just _begging_,.. _pleading_ to be,..
"VEGETA!!!"
He winced at the loud voice right behind him, turning to look right into a very upset looking Bulma.
"_WHAT_ ARE YOU DOING?!?"
The prince of the Saijans swallowed.
he had the nagging feeling things weren't looking good for him at all.
Him in shorts and a towel in a flooded lawn, with the whole place blasted to bits.
And it would be hard to say he _hadn't_ blasted whe whole place.
Including the shed, all the trees and definitely all the roses. Bulma's mother liked the roses, he remembered.
and then, so did Bulma,..
Vegeta opened his mouth to explain, but didn't know where to begin. It had all made perfect sense just a minute ago.
Now that he was to put it all in to words, however,..
"Good day, misses Briefs!" Chimed up a happy little girl's voice.
"Your son told us me and my brother could stay for dinner.
is that alright by you,..?"
Vegeta turned around slowly,
unable to comprehend this cute little girl was the same Pesky that had just attacked him with a cleaver.
_____
that's it for now!
Don't worry, I'm not forgetting about poor Trunks and leaving him there to rot for all eternity!
More coming, but PPLEEASE tell mee!, TELL MEEE (mad animal voice) what you think,..!
*blush*
sorry about that,..
someone told me Pesky is autobiographic, but I'm not _that_ agressive, surely!
And I don't know where you live anyway, so you can savely tell me what you think, ok? :)