To Eat or Not to Eat?
Chapter Ten
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Bulma raced out from their temporary shelter in the living room.
"Vegeta! What happened!?" the azure haired female shrieked; eyes wide with apprehension.
Chichi ran in a second later, "GOKU! What is the meaning of this? Our breakfast is ruined! This is bad manners!"
The younger Saiya-jin began to nervously laugh, "Well...uh..you see it was like this..."
Vegeta rudely intruded before he could finish, "Shut up Kakarot! It's none of their damn business! No one else needs to know about this horrid incident."
"Nani? None of our business!? Look here you ape! You almost wrecked the entire house transforming! Go to anger management classes and try to control your rage next time!"
Grrr....why doesn't she ever leave me alone!? "Hmph. Well at least I don't go around beating everyone with a pathetic cooking utensil!" He began to smirk widely but that look quickly disappeared when he heard her next remark.
"Oh shut up! At least I'm not a sore loser like yourself!" she barked fiercely.
Loser? What is she talking about? Wait...Vegeta LOST to Goku! No wonder he's so mad... Bulma silently pondered.
Goku began to nervously laugh once more. Man I feel sorry for the guy..."You know Vegeta, all you really got to do is wear a dress for a day and be nice all week. It's not like I'm telling you to go and wear a pink tutu and dance on TV or anything."
The Prince shot him daggers with his eyes. Attempting to control his rising resentment, he gritted his teeth and replied, "Kakarot, Do you know HOW embarrassing that is going to be for me!? Shimatta! I'm royalty! Not some drag queen! I have morals unlike you savages! Take your demon mate and leave me in peace!" He snorted in utter disgust. This could not get anymore worse.
Bulma glanced at him once more; his scowl was deeper than usual. This isn't the best time to tell him this but oh well..."I called the carpenters a few minutes ago and they said it was going to take them around two weeks to fix up their demolished kitchen. Chichi and Goku are going to have to stay with us until it is fixed. I mean it is the least we can do; Trunks did help blow it up."
Vegeta's jaw dropped in shock, "What the HELL!!! Damn brat! I'll get him back later. How do you expect ME to be 'nice' to everyone with these two idiots roaming around the house!?"
"IDIOTS! Excuse me? If I am an idiot then you must be a total retard!" Chichi screamed back. Another argument had once again sprung up...
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Kami! I have to stop this quick! Bulma nudged Goku's broad shoulder, "Psst...Hey listen to me..."
He immediately tilted his head towards her, "Huh? What is it? Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm going to go and get something. Make sure Vegeta doesn't leave," she calmly whispered.
He nodded, "Okay, sure." She stalked inaudibly away.
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Trunks and Goten were now crouched around a metallic bin.
"Gosh! I never knew you had so much stuff Trunks! I mean your room is almost as big as my ENTIRE house!" said the very dazzled little Saiya-jin.
"Yeah, well everyone spoils me I guess," he carefully opened the bin and took out a ebony colored object and gazed at it.
Goten looked puzzled, "Hey, what's that?"
Trunks grinned wildly, "Well, remember the birthday party I had last week? The one with all the food and gifts?"
Goten thought for a moment, "Yeah but what does that have to do with anything?" He was still confused.
The lilac haired boy carefully unwrapped the object from its golden wrapping, revealing what it was, "My grandpa made me this little spy camera. Pretty cool, ne?"
Narrowing his dark orbs, the other child spoke, "Um...I don't see anything Trunks?"
"Look harder, it's there!"
He squinted once more and saw a black speck no bigger than the width of finger nail, "Wow! That thing is small! How do I see what it's recording?"
Trunks turned on the television in his room using his remote, "The camera compresses all of the images that it sees and converts them into waves. It then sends the waves to my TV and the TV automatically records it on tape. All we have to do is just rewind the tape to see what's going on. Pretty simple huh?" He smiled.
What did he just say? I'll just smile and nod, "What are you going to do with this thing?" He raised his eyebrow in suspicion.
"Well Yamcha said that I should use it to blackmail people," Trunks replied while hooking up the recorder to the television.
What is he talking about? "Black mail? But the mail man only gives us WHITE mail! Why would we want to color people's letters black Trunks? I don't get it!"
The other boy just stared at him and laughed. He's so innocent! "Yamcha said that I should go and tape some embarrassing and bad stuff about my dad and then show it to my mom."
"Why would he want you to do that? You're daddy is kind of cool in a way..."
Trunks shrugged his shoulders and stated, "I don't know why, but they sure do hate each other a lot for some reason. I'll never understand grownups. Come on, I'm going to go and get the security card from my parents' bedroom so I can get into the gravity machine. Hold this and follow me."
He handed Goten the tiny spy camera and headed down the endless hallway; opening the huge metal door and stepped in.
Goten gazed in awe at the place. He had never been to this part of the mansion before. The grand bed had been properly made but scattered around it were piles of clothes and papers.
Wow, Trunks's parents are more messier then I am...While looking around the place and strolling at the same time, Goten accidentally tripped over a book laying on the floor, dropping the camera amongst the rubble.
Trunks stridden back holding the card, "Okay, I got it. You can give me back the camera now Goten."
"Uh...I think I accidentally dropped it. Sorry!" Goten fearfully placed his hand behind his head.
"You baka!" He sensed someone impending. "Come on we have to go NOW!"
The two boys raced back to their room and slammed the door shut.
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Bulma sauntered in her room. I really need to clean this place! Now where is that...? She glanced around and spotted what she was searching for.
"Yes! I found it," picking it up from the drawer, she made her way back to the kitchen.
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Chichi was now throwing plates at Vegeta, "You're the only bakayarou around here! You arrogant jerk!"
The Saiya-jin blocked it easily once more, "Be quiet onna!"
The blue haired woman pulled Goku's gi and handed him the weapon. He nodded in recognition; aimed at the still arguing Prince and fired.
"You're nothing but a..a...what's hap-p-ening..," Vegeta almost instantly collapsed to the marble floor before he could finish sentence.
Chichi's eyes doubled their normal size, "What did you guys do to him!?"
Bulma laughed, "Do I hear a hint of concern in your voice Chi? Don't worry, Goku only shot a tranquilizer bullet at him, he'll only be out for an hour or so. He needs to cool off."
Goku glanced at the clock, "So he'll only have to be in a dress for about 9 hours then he can go back to wearing his regular clothes."
Bulma glanced at him. This week could not get any stranger, "What happens tomorrow then?"
He grinned, "Vegeta will just have to be nice as he can possibly be and try not to scowl till this week is over!"
"Wow! That's going to be pure torture for him!" the raven haired female grinned evilly. I'll get him back for all the insults he yelled at me.
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Goku dragged Vegeta's heavy body into his bedroom. "So um...what do you think he should wear?"
Chichi came in with a emerald colored gown, "How about this? Green is the color of jealously and it suits him well!"
Bulma glanced at it oddly. Someone call the fashion police, "Um...let's try something else... "
Goku rushed in holding a white long dress with a vale, "This would look nice on him!"
She mentally sighed, "For Kami's sake that's my mother's wedding dress! He can't wear that!"
"Oops! Sorry then!" He ran back into the closet and picked up a whole stack of dresses. For the next half an hour the trio debated on his apparel.
"Okay he's wearing this and that's final!" Bulma picked up the sleek, black, satin dress.
The Saiya-jin began to frown, "I still think he would look cuter in this purple poka-dotted gown or this striped zebra looking thing!"
"I think he would look nice in this blue kimono!" Chichi replied.
"You guys are taking this too seriously! Now go and wait outside so I can put this on him!"
They both sauntered out of the room. This is going to be a VERY long day....
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Chichi sneaked back into the bedroom; Vegeta was still lying there asleep in his feminine garment. Here's my chance for a little payback!
She searched the closet and pulled out a pair of navy platform shoes and placed them gently on his feet. At least he is a little taller now...
Looking through the drawer she spotted a makeup bag Perfect! Applying all of the powder and accessories over his tanned face and placing a bow in his hair, she began to grin cruelly. This will teach him to mess with me!
Standing back a few yards, she gazed at her creation. His former brown lips were now a deep crimson color do to the lipstick, his eyes had a golden shade to them, and his cheeks were a rosy pink. He looks all right... Sweet dreams PRINCESS Vegeta! She ran outside.
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He awoke to the sound of a bell. His back felt like knives were stuck in it and his vision was cloudy. Getting up from the bed, he mumbled, "Must have been that poison breakfast I ate. That's why I feel so bad."
*DING DONG* The bell was ringing, the Saiya-jin walked towards the door Why do I feel so much taller all of a sudden? And how come I feel a draft? His senses were barely awake, he opened the door to be greeted by an unexpected guest....
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for taking so long to update ^^; My school started -_- This chapter was kind of short (the next one will be longer hopefully) I like to thank everyone who has been reviewing! You all are great! =) Yes, I know this fic is strange O_o Vegeta IS going to get some form of revenge later on in the story (he's one of my favorite characters) Well Keep Reviewing! Ja ne! ^.~
PS: That would be really cool if someone drew Vegeta in a *cough* dress! ^_^ I'm bad at drawing anime characters @_@ Feel free to email me at anime87neko@hotmail.com if you decide to do it (you don't have to if you don't want to) Arigatou!
-Angel of Anime-
