Disclaimer: Sheesh, you Americans really do have to cover yourself! Okay, I don't own Dragon ball Z or any of the characters blah, blah. I only own a few mangas…which is giving you people money!
A/N: Okay, this is my first story so if anything seems wrong then let me know, as I want all the characters to be in character. It takes place after the Buu saga, so the ages aren't all messed up.
Our story begins with another normal, peaceful day at the Capsule Corporation. Sun shining, birds singing, squirrels making lots of little squirrels and……….BOOM!!!!! "There goes the gravity again." Trunks said calmly as his mother got up from her seat in the kitchen and made her way to the gravity room, trying to suppress her anger. "There gonna get it big time, hey?" Goten whispered in fear of Bulma hearing. "Yup." Was all that came from Trunks.
From under a rather large pile of smoking rubble emerged an unscathed Goku and Vegeta. "VEGETA!!" screeched Bulma as she saw the carnage that was present on her lawn. Vegeta cringed. "What have I told you before huh?! This is the last straw mister…. YOU HEAR ME?!" "What are you droning on about woman?!" He points to Goku, who is innocently trying to make heads or tails of the scrap, "It's all Kakarrot's fault!" "Goku, is this true?" Goku, who had also been trying to stay out of the argument by looking busy, looks up at Bulma, then at Vegeta then at Bulma again. Deciding that siding with her would be the safest option replies "Well, uh…it was both of our faults really Bulma" and a huge grin came upon his face. "KAKARROT!" "I knew it! That's it Vegeta, you can fix the damn room yourself from now on!" Bulma turned on her heels and marched off back to her beloved magazines.
"Now look at what you've gone and done, you imbecile!" "Well it was both of our faults Vegeta" "No it wasn't you Baka! You're the one that shot the ki blast, remember?!" "Well gee…uh, if you wasn't for you being so short I might.." "SO SHORT!!!!!!" Vegeta yelled, cutting off Goku. "I might be 'short' Kakarrot, but at least I'm not disproportionate like Triple H!" An uncomfortable silence followed. "Um, who's Triple H?" "GRR! THAT"S IT!! I can't take it anymore Kakarrot you're giving me a headache!" and he stormed off inside, leaving an innocent Goku to ponder.
Later that evening, Vegeta was sat in front of the television, zombified by the various moving images. Goku's head popped out from the doorway, "Hi Vegeta!" he chirped in his usual, cheerful way. No reply came from Vegeta. "Watcha watching?" Still no reply. "I see. You're still angry and got a headache right?" This time Vegeta responded with a "Humph!" Goku felt guilty, as he had supposedly given Vegeta his headache and so skipped off to the bathroom to see if he could find something that would help. He opened the cabinet above the sink and grabbed the biggest and whitest bottle of pills he could find. "Hmm, let's see" he thought to himself. "Vegeta won't take the pills like this 'cause he won't want to be like a weak earthling who can't handle pain. I know!" Goku's face brightened up as he trotted downstairs to the kitchen. Seeing that the coast was clear, he went rummaged all the cupboards, draws and the fridge and placed all his ingredients in front of him. "I'll make him one of my special club sandwiches!"
"Here you go Vegeta!" beamed Goku as he handed the mountainous sandwich to Vegeta. "Kakarrot, what is this?!" "A sandwich silly! When I have a headache, I eat one and it makes me feel better!" "But your always eating" "just eat it". Vegeta raises an eyebrow at the sandwich. "Bet you can't eat it as fast as I can" Goku slyly hinted, and upon hearing the challenge, Vegeta scoffed it down in one. "See, it wasn't that bad, was it now?" "Humph!" replied the prince and he sat back down to watch and taunt the wrestlers on TV.
Goku made his way back to the kitchen with a massive smile on his face and feeling proud. What Vegeta didn't know was that Goku had hidden the entire contents of the pill bottle in the sandwich (he is Saiyan after all), and it was a VERY big pill bottle. "There. I'll bet anything that Vegeta will feel a lot better after have all those Parace…." He read the label on the bottle, "…ta. HORMONE REPLACEMENT PILLS!!!" He slapped his hand over his mouth. "Well, what he don't know won't harm him I guess?" and destroyed the bottle with a small ki blast. "Now, I wonder what's for dinner?"
After Goku and Goten had gone home, Bulma was still mad at Vegeta, so he had continued to stay and watch TV while she went to bed. He had got bored of wrestling and started to flick through the endless amount of channels that came with Sky, and stumbled upon a 24-hour soap channel. "Eric, don't leave me!" "I'm sorry Julie, but I'm in love with your twin sister, not you" "but she's just been put into a coma by the reverend when he ran her over on his horse!" "No Julie, that was your other sister. I'm in love with Eliza" "But Eric, Eliza's a man!" "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn". Vegeta was drawn into this web of deceit that lay before him on the screen. The fake tan, brilliant white teeth, naff acting. "No, I must resist the unrealistic storylines!" he said to himself. "But they're so interesting!" "But the woman watches them! I must not sink to her level!" "But Timmy just fell down the well!!" "Oh no! Timmy!" and he threw the remote out of the window and continued to watch the program, not realizing that his sudden attraction to soaps was not his fault.
Four hours later, Trunks was tossing and turning in his bed. "Okay, I can't sleep! I'm to hungry, must eat!" and he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, a familiar and comforting light was peering through the doorway. Somebody was in the fridge. As he turned into the kitchen, he saw a flowery garment and someone rummaging through the fridge. "Mom?" Vegeta pulled out of the fridge, face covered in green goo, in a headscarf and wearing Bulma's dressing gown. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Trunks screamed. "What, what?!" yelped a panicked Vegeta. "MONSTER!" Trunks replied. "Huh, where!?" squealed Vegeta who started prancing about like a school girl revealing pink slippers and shaven legs. Trunks points at his father, mouth wide open in horror. Vegeta stops and giggles. "Who me? He he, silly boy, this is just a face pack! It helps fight wrinkles. I'm just here to get some cucumber for my eyes. Great for my complexion don't you think?" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" and Trunks ran back to his room, trying to reassure himself by saying it's all a dream, that he did not just see that. "Hmm, must be his hormones kicking in" Vegeta explained to himself. Bulma had come downstairs to see what all the commotion was about and encountered Vegeta slicing some cucumber. He looks up, "Hi sweetie!" Bulma stares at him blankly. "What's wrong? Oh God! It's the scarf isn't it!? I knew it, I just knew! Red doesn't match my eye color does it?!" With saying that, Vegeta rips off the headscarf. "Vegeta….uh…what the hell happened?" was the comment from the slightly afraid Bulma. "What do you mean?" he replied, still in trauma after not being able to color code his own clothing. "Your…your clothes for a start" Bulma answered. "Well you know what?" Throws his right arm out and places his left arm on his hip, "that spandex doesn't half chaff!" Vegeta turned his head to look at his nails, then turns back to Bulma "You don't happen to know a good manicurist do you? Training in four hundred times earth's gravity does no good for my nails!" and with that he walked off with a slight wiggle of the bum, leaving Bulma standing there in complete shock.
A/N: That's chapter one for ya. Hope that you liked it! Please R/R, Ta! ^_^