A/N: Thought Chibi Vegeta falling asleep on Chibi Gokou's white bunny
blankie was the end? Uh, no. There's gonna be at least 3 chapters. So if
you wanna read more, comments pleeeease! Feel free to give suggestions.
Thanks to LadyD for the storytime thing.
[..] = thoughts
-- Part Two --
"Storytime, children!" Miss Nakeru called out.
"Yaaaaay!!" the children cheered.
They had been playing for an hour since naptime ended. Yuri and her commando Barbie, Gokou and his Tickle-Me-Elmo, Piccolo and his building blocks, and Vegeta constantly poking at what he had renamed
Don't-Touch-Me-Oscar.
The children sat on the floor around Miss Nakeru, seated in a chair. "Today's story is. . . The Three Little Pigs." [Now if I could just remember how it went. I promised them I'd tell it to them today, and I was a baka and forgot the damn book at home. Alright, I remember now.]
[What kind of story is that?] Vegeta asked himself, a scowl crossing his young features.
"Once upon a time," she read, "There were three little piggies: Sniffly, Whiny, and Fatty. They were very happy, and each of them lived in separate houses they had inherited when their father died. Whiny lived in a house made of straw. Fatty lived in a house made of wood. Sniffly lived in a house made of gingerbread. Fatty had to live in the house of wood, because if he lived in the house of gingerbread, he would eat it all. Sniffly lived in the house of gingerbread, because if he lived in the house of straw, his allergies would act up and he would sneeze and sneeze all day long until the house blew down. Whiny was stuck with the house of straw, then, because it was the only one left, and he didn't like any of the houses anyway.
"One day, Whiny spotted a wolf coming up the hill, towards their houses. He ran to his brothers, and told them a wolf was coming to probably eat them up, and they all ran to Sniffly's house, because it was much farther away than all the other houses. But Fatty didn't know he left a trail of breadcrumbs behind as they ran to Sniffly's house, because he had finished his morning bread in a hurry and got crumbs all over himself.
"The wolf sneezed as he passed by the straw house, because he had allergies, too. The sneeze was so powerful, it blew over the house. Then he went to the wood house, but couldn't knock it down, because it was made of wood. HE followed a trail of breadcrumbs to the house of gingerbread, and started eating it, because he was rather hungry. He spotted the piggies cowering in a corner, and decided piggies made a better meal than gingerbread, so he approached them very carefully. They tried to run away, but he caught them one by one: Sniffly, Whiny, and finally, Fatty."
"Nooo-oo," the children wailed.
"Anyway, the wolf started feeling sick, and soon died of food poisoning, because he hadn't even cooked the piggies before he ate them. Just swallowed them whole like a snake. And also, because the piggies had been eating poison apples an old witch-lady had given them. And also because as it turned out, the land on which the piggies' houses were built on was an ancient Indian burial ground, where the government had previously dumped toxic waste, so the toxic fumes seeping up from the ground and the angry Indian spirits and the poison apples had been slowly killing the piggies anyway, so the wolf dropped dead. The end."
Miss Nakeru smiled at the children, who were either shivering and trembling or suspiciously eyeing the room, as if expecting angry Indian spirits to float out of the ground, or trying to see if there were toxic fumes wafting around the room. Except Vegeta, Yuri, and Piccolo, who had been daydreaming in their boredom or not really fazed by the story.
"Well, it's time for you all to go home, so play with your toys until your mommies and daddies come, and remember to put away your toys before leaving, please," Miss Nakeru said brightly, pleased with herself at remembering the story.
One by one, the parents were coming.
Finally, a muscular, though short man, walked in, with a young girl behind him. Both beared a strong resemblance to Vegeta, and was none other than his father, Vegeta, and his twin sister Satori. Vegeta saw them, and started walking towards them.
"Bye, Vegeta," Yuri said brightly, waving at him.
He gave a small wave back, and left.
"Veggie's got a girlfriend," Satori teased.
"Shut up," he shot back, his tail wrapping around his waist.
"Not gonna. Veggie's got a girlfriend, Veggie's got a girlfriend," Satori sang gleefully.
[..] = thoughts
-- Part Two --
"Storytime, children!" Miss Nakeru called out.
"Yaaaaay!!" the children cheered.
They had been playing for an hour since naptime ended. Yuri and her commando Barbie, Gokou and his Tickle-Me-Elmo, Piccolo and his building blocks, and Vegeta constantly poking at what he had renamed
Don't-Touch-Me-Oscar.
The children sat on the floor around Miss Nakeru, seated in a chair. "Today's story is. . . The Three Little Pigs." [Now if I could just remember how it went. I promised them I'd tell it to them today, and I was a baka and forgot the damn book at home. Alright, I remember now.]
[What kind of story is that?] Vegeta asked himself, a scowl crossing his young features.
"Once upon a time," she read, "There were three little piggies: Sniffly, Whiny, and Fatty. They were very happy, and each of them lived in separate houses they had inherited when their father died. Whiny lived in a house made of straw. Fatty lived in a house made of wood. Sniffly lived in a house made of gingerbread. Fatty had to live in the house of wood, because if he lived in the house of gingerbread, he would eat it all. Sniffly lived in the house of gingerbread, because if he lived in the house of straw, his allergies would act up and he would sneeze and sneeze all day long until the house blew down. Whiny was stuck with the house of straw, then, because it was the only one left, and he didn't like any of the houses anyway.
"One day, Whiny spotted a wolf coming up the hill, towards their houses. He ran to his brothers, and told them a wolf was coming to probably eat them up, and they all ran to Sniffly's house, because it was much farther away than all the other houses. But Fatty didn't know he left a trail of breadcrumbs behind as they ran to Sniffly's house, because he had finished his morning bread in a hurry and got crumbs all over himself.
"The wolf sneezed as he passed by the straw house, because he had allergies, too. The sneeze was so powerful, it blew over the house. Then he went to the wood house, but couldn't knock it down, because it was made of wood. HE followed a trail of breadcrumbs to the house of gingerbread, and started eating it, because he was rather hungry. He spotted the piggies cowering in a corner, and decided piggies made a better meal than gingerbread, so he approached them very carefully. They tried to run away, but he caught them one by one: Sniffly, Whiny, and finally, Fatty."
"Nooo-oo," the children wailed.
"Anyway, the wolf started feeling sick, and soon died of food poisoning, because he hadn't even cooked the piggies before he ate them. Just swallowed them whole like a snake. And also, because the piggies had been eating poison apples an old witch-lady had given them. And also because as it turned out, the land on which the piggies' houses were built on was an ancient Indian burial ground, where the government had previously dumped toxic waste, so the toxic fumes seeping up from the ground and the angry Indian spirits and the poison apples had been slowly killing the piggies anyway, so the wolf dropped dead. The end."
Miss Nakeru smiled at the children, who were either shivering and trembling or suspiciously eyeing the room, as if expecting angry Indian spirits to float out of the ground, or trying to see if there were toxic fumes wafting around the room. Except Vegeta, Yuri, and Piccolo, who had been daydreaming in their boredom or not really fazed by the story.
"Well, it's time for you all to go home, so play with your toys until your mommies and daddies come, and remember to put away your toys before leaving, please," Miss Nakeru said brightly, pleased with herself at remembering the story.
One by one, the parents were coming.
Finally, a muscular, though short man, walked in, with a young girl behind him. Both beared a strong resemblance to Vegeta, and was none other than his father, Vegeta, and his twin sister Satori. Vegeta saw them, and started walking towards them.
"Bye, Vegeta," Yuri said brightly, waving at him.
He gave a small wave back, and left.
"Veggie's got a girlfriend," Satori teased.
"Shut up," he shot back, his tail wrapping around his waist.
"Not gonna. Veggie's got a girlfriend, Veggie's got a girlfriend," Satori sang gleefully.
