A New Problem
Author's Note: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I now I have this out late but I am in a small delema. My new pony jumped out and has been missing for two days! We have the police and animal control out but I have been a little strained. Bailey isn't insured and she's 4 thousand dollars! Plus she only just recovered from a really bad leg injury, so please forgive me!
Disclaimer: I will be doing the disclaimer as Citrus has resigned. Anywho, I don't own Dragonball Z if you don't count my manga comics and videos.
Chapter 15
"No, really, I'm fine!" Vegeta begged as the super strong fluff balls picked him up and dropped him in front of the table. Vegeta raised his head and stared at the food. There was layer of layers of half eaten pieces of meat, fruit, vegetables, bread, soup, stained bowls and plates, broken cups, spattered drinks and sauces and it was covered in what looked like bright orange mold.
"Well, you have nothing to pay for repairs except labour!" one of the small pipsqueaks said happily. "Clean!"
They left the room, locking the door and leaving Vegeta with a cloth, mop, scrub brush and a small bottle of green soap. He turned to his task in disgust. Wrinkling his nose he picked up the brush and scrubbed at the grimy mold.
After the task was done a few hours later he was put to work in the kitchen washing dishes then the lab cleaning test tubes. Grumbling, Vegeta carefully dried a small glass-like tube.
"What am I, their slave?" he put it down and picked up a stained round bowl-like tube. "I hope my ship is ready soon."
"Veggie!" a small furry ball walking in. Vegeta looked at this one in interest. Unlike the others it was dark red not the drab brown. The two small eyes that were usually black were bright ocean blue and his little hands and feet where not black but a purply/red colours. It had a bright scarlet cloth tied above its eyes so it could see. "Sir Veggie, I bear terrible news!"
"What?" Vegeta asked tiredly. "Repairs are taking longer then expected?"
"Sir, I have been asked to tell you that your ship had been destroyed in a terrible explosion!" the small red ball exclaimed.
"Really?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes. Something didn't make him believe it. "And how did this explosion happen?"
"Sir Veggie," the little ball looked at him with pleading eyes. "I am but a hard working slave! They tell me nothing but orders. I do not know!"
"Slave?" Vegeta jumped up. "They have slaves? Then why the hell am I doing this work!"
"Sir Veggie," the little animal pouted with its tiny fangs hanging over its lip. "I have to tell you, your ship isn't- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
The cuddly fluff ball grabbed the top of his head screaming. "No, no, I have no more news! I can't tell you more." The Glaiver looked at him still clutching his bandanna. "Nothing more."
"Yes," Vegeta picked up the tiny creature and stuffed him in his pocket. "You do." Vegeta stormed through the lab quickly finding the room with his ship. "You guys are terrible liars. If the lab blew up I would defiantly notice it, I'm in the damn lab!"
Vegeta walked up to his fully repaired ship. It was bigger then he remembered. He shoved a stray alien out and walked around the room in there. * It looks much like the one Goku had travelled in to get to Namek, only no gravity room, * Vegeta mused as he pressed the launch button.
"Count down to take off. 20 seconds, buckle up," the computer voice announced. Vegeta sat in the chair bolted tot he ground in the middle of the room. A squeak reminded him of his small visitor in his pocket. "15 seconds to take off."
"Ok, little guy," Vegeta pulled the ruffled ball from his back pocket and sat in the chair doing up his seat belt. "Hold on tight!"
"10, 9, 8," the computer counted down as the ship rumbled breaking free of the straps holding it to the ground. The brown aliens scurried around the ship franticly pushing buttons or running from the room. The red Glaiver held Vegeta's shirt in a death grip, his eyes squeezed tight in pain.
"Here we go!" Vegeta held the little guy with one arm and the other gripped the seat.
"3, 2, 1, 0," the ship broke through the roof of the lab. They shot up into the light purple sky and two green suns. Vegeta whooped as they burst through the atmosphere and shot off to the stars. As they stabilised at a steady pace to wherever, the little red Glaiver let go of Vegeta and gripped his head.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta asked breathlessly. The guy just moaned and pointed to his head. Vegeta frowned and unbuckled his seat belt and stood holding him. He set him on the chair and knelt so he was face to face with him. Vegeta pulled the bandanna off and saw the cause for his pain. A round circle of metal was flashing with bright lights right above his large eyes. "Ouch."
"Yes, ouch," the little animal grunted smiling weakly. "Gives ouch to bad slaves."
"Let me get it off," Vegeta placed his chubby hands on both side of the device. He braced himself against the chair and pulled. The little animal held his ground and squealed as the device slowly let go of its grip on his head. Vegeta strained and pulled harder and the Glaiver gripped the seat. Then suddenly it gave flinging Vegeta across the ship and banging his head on the side of the control panel.
The red fur balls panted on the seat sighing in relief. He glanced at his newfound friend. Vegeta lay on his head unconscious with swirls in his eyes. The little guy gasped and ran over to him.
"Sir Veggie!" the little guy cried. "Computer, head for old cowardinetes and get healing robots!"
"Original heading entered. Now setting in course for Planet Tree." Several little robots come out of a hole in the ship and picked up Vegeta, hauling him down to a room. The Glaiver sighing and climbed into the huge captain chair.
Author's Note: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I now I have this out late but I am in a small delema. My new pony jumped out and has been missing for two days! We have the police and animal control out but I have been a little strained. Bailey isn't insured and she's 4 thousand dollars! Plus she only just recovered from a really bad leg injury, so please forgive me!
Disclaimer: I will be doing the disclaimer as Citrus has resigned. Anywho, I don't own Dragonball Z if you don't count my manga comics and videos.
Chapter 15
"No, really, I'm fine!" Vegeta begged as the super strong fluff balls picked him up and dropped him in front of the table. Vegeta raised his head and stared at the food. There was layer of layers of half eaten pieces of meat, fruit, vegetables, bread, soup, stained bowls and plates, broken cups, spattered drinks and sauces and it was covered in what looked like bright orange mold.
"Well, you have nothing to pay for repairs except labour!" one of the small pipsqueaks said happily. "Clean!"
They left the room, locking the door and leaving Vegeta with a cloth, mop, scrub brush and a small bottle of green soap. He turned to his task in disgust. Wrinkling his nose he picked up the brush and scrubbed at the grimy mold.
After the task was done a few hours later he was put to work in the kitchen washing dishes then the lab cleaning test tubes. Grumbling, Vegeta carefully dried a small glass-like tube.
"What am I, their slave?" he put it down and picked up a stained round bowl-like tube. "I hope my ship is ready soon."
"Veggie!" a small furry ball walking in. Vegeta looked at this one in interest. Unlike the others it was dark red not the drab brown. The two small eyes that were usually black were bright ocean blue and his little hands and feet where not black but a purply/red colours. It had a bright scarlet cloth tied above its eyes so it could see. "Sir Veggie, I bear terrible news!"
"What?" Vegeta asked tiredly. "Repairs are taking longer then expected?"
"Sir, I have been asked to tell you that your ship had been destroyed in a terrible explosion!" the small red ball exclaimed.
"Really?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes. Something didn't make him believe it. "And how did this explosion happen?"
"Sir Veggie," the little ball looked at him with pleading eyes. "I am but a hard working slave! They tell me nothing but orders. I do not know!"
"Slave?" Vegeta jumped up. "They have slaves? Then why the hell am I doing this work!"
"Sir Veggie," the little animal pouted with its tiny fangs hanging over its lip. "I have to tell you, your ship isn't- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
The cuddly fluff ball grabbed the top of his head screaming. "No, no, I have no more news! I can't tell you more." The Glaiver looked at him still clutching his bandanna. "Nothing more."
"Yes," Vegeta picked up the tiny creature and stuffed him in his pocket. "You do." Vegeta stormed through the lab quickly finding the room with his ship. "You guys are terrible liars. If the lab blew up I would defiantly notice it, I'm in the damn lab!"
Vegeta walked up to his fully repaired ship. It was bigger then he remembered. He shoved a stray alien out and walked around the room in there. * It looks much like the one Goku had travelled in to get to Namek, only no gravity room, * Vegeta mused as he pressed the launch button.
"Count down to take off. 20 seconds, buckle up," the computer voice announced. Vegeta sat in the chair bolted tot he ground in the middle of the room. A squeak reminded him of his small visitor in his pocket. "15 seconds to take off."
"Ok, little guy," Vegeta pulled the ruffled ball from his back pocket and sat in the chair doing up his seat belt. "Hold on tight!"
"10, 9, 8," the computer counted down as the ship rumbled breaking free of the straps holding it to the ground. The brown aliens scurried around the ship franticly pushing buttons or running from the room. The red Glaiver held Vegeta's shirt in a death grip, his eyes squeezed tight in pain.
"Here we go!" Vegeta held the little guy with one arm and the other gripped the seat.
"3, 2, 1, 0," the ship broke through the roof of the lab. They shot up into the light purple sky and two green suns. Vegeta whooped as they burst through the atmosphere and shot off to the stars. As they stabilised at a steady pace to wherever, the little red Glaiver let go of Vegeta and gripped his head.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta asked breathlessly. The guy just moaned and pointed to his head. Vegeta frowned and unbuckled his seat belt and stood holding him. He set him on the chair and knelt so he was face to face with him. Vegeta pulled the bandanna off and saw the cause for his pain. A round circle of metal was flashing with bright lights right above his large eyes. "Ouch."
"Yes, ouch," the little animal grunted smiling weakly. "Gives ouch to bad slaves."
"Let me get it off," Vegeta placed his chubby hands on both side of the device. He braced himself against the chair and pulled. The little animal held his ground and squealed as the device slowly let go of its grip on his head. Vegeta strained and pulled harder and the Glaiver gripped the seat. Then suddenly it gave flinging Vegeta across the ship and banging his head on the side of the control panel.
The red fur balls panted on the seat sighing in relief. He glanced at his newfound friend. Vegeta lay on his head unconscious with swirls in his eyes. The little guy gasped and ran over to him.
"Sir Veggie!" the little guy cried. "Computer, head for old cowardinetes and get healing robots!"
"Original heading entered. Now setting in course for Planet Tree." Several little robots come out of a hole in the ship and picked up Vegeta, hauling him down to a room. The Glaiver sighing and climbed into the huge captain chair.