Man! I feel like a woman! Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Simple don't own…can't sue!
A/N: This chapter is about the full onslaught of the pills taking effect…the fun ensues! Again, if anything or anyone is out of character then please inform me.
Thanks to Gohan's girl and Regina who gave me some ideas for this chapter ^_^
On the morning after the night before, Bulma awoke from her makeshift bed that was on the couch (a safer bet than sleeping with Vegeta in his current state), and again heard noises coming from the kitchen. "Kami, what now?!" She started to make her way there when she came across her son who had just come downstairs. "Oi kassan, I had the weirdest dream last night…Toussan was a…" they walked into the kitchen finding Vegeta cooking breakfast, still in his dressing gown but without the face pack. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH NOOOOOO!!!" and once more Trunks ran off to his room. "What the hell are you doing now?!" asked Bulma. "Hmm? Oh, just making breakfast. Your food is always so bland so I thought that I would cook today, you know, spice it up a little, okay honey?" "So bland is it?" her eyebrow began to twitch. "Well maybe it wouldn't be so bland if I didn't have to cook for YOU three times a day for the past eight YEARS!!!" By this time all self-control from Bulma had left her body. "Well there you go then, I'm giving you a break" "Why you…" "Oh calm down Bulma, don't get your panties in a twist! I'll teach you how to cook, don't worry!" "I've had enough!" and she walked off. But when she reached the doorway, a sudden thought popped into her head. She turned to face Vegeta. "Oh I get it. Your just doing this to get back at me aren't you?" "Whatever do you mean?" " Cause I won't fix the gravity room, your doing this to freak me out until I do" "Kami no! I can't stand that gravity room any more!" "Nani?!" "Well I'm sure that every time I go in there ten years is put on me. It's so strenuous, does my looks no good!" "Alright Vegeta, this has got to stop now, it isn't funny anymore!" "What are you on about Bulma?" "You! This whole act of yours!" "What act? Are you sure your okay? Your not ill are?" He placed his hand on her forehead "no temperature, is it that time of the month?" "That time of the…HOW dare you ask me that!" "Has to be, you're really up tight. Tell you what, give me ten minutes and we'll go shopping hey?" "Uh, shopping?"
Bulma was a little (to say the least) reluctant to go shopping with Vegeta, who had dug out the pink 'Bad Man' shirt and lime green trousers, but he gave her no choice. As they were walking around the aisles, they came across the women's Health & Beauty section. "Oooooooh!" Vegeta squealed as he pranced over to the hair dyes, "I was thinking of dying my hair Bulma what you think?" He held up a Blue dye and a Brown dye, "Well high lighting it really. I was going to go for Blue but I don't think it would go with the Blonde when I go Super Saiyan, but then again…" Bulma, who had taken time to register the situation, snapped to it and grabbed the dyes off of Vegeta and bunged them back on the shelf. "Come on we're leaving!" "But I haven't looked at the make-up section yet!" "GOOD!" She quickly paid for the shopping and carried it to the car herself, as Vegeta didn't want to break a nail. As she was packing the car, a lout of a fellow came up behind her and nicked her pursed. "HEY!" She screamed. "Sorry doll face, it's mine now!" "Vegeta, DO SOMETHING!" Vegeta, who had had missed the situation as he was to busy looking at himself in the cars side mirror, looked at Bulma and saw the desperation her face. He sighed to himself, walked up to the man and SLAP!!!…Right across the guy's face. It wasn't a hard slap as it barely phased the man. Bulma wished that a hole would just appear and swallow her whole. "Give my wife her purse pack!" "Whoa, what's this? The bitch man from Hell? What you gonna do sweetheart, slap me again?!" and he started laughing uncontrollably. "Vegeta, get back in the car" "But…" "Just do it!" Bulma snapped. Vegeta complied, as he was more than eager to get out of the situation because he didn't want to start a fight with the guy in fear that his precious face would get damaged. The guy, who was still laughing, didn't see Bulma's advance. She walked right up to him and kicked him in the nuts. "That's what you get for calling my husband a bitch man!" She grabbed her purse as the man fell on his knees and she made a quick getaway in the car. "Wow Bulma, I didn't know you had it in you!"
"I'm telling you Goten it can't be!" Trunks said to the other little demi Saiyan who was sitting opposite to him, still finishing off Vegeta's breakfast. " I think you're just over reacting Trunks. I'm sure it's your dad, it was late at night and you were tired. You saw wrong." "He had a bright green goo on his face, a read head scarf and wearing mum's dressing gown! That is not something you can 'accidentally' see my dad wearing!" Goten popped the last bit of toast into to his mouth and mumbled "Yeah, but he is a great cook!" "Goten! Look, what if it's some kind of new bad guy that has kidnapped my dad and is trying to impersonate, but not doing a good job?!" "How?" "He could be wearing a mask, or something!?" "Okay, okay this is what we do…"
Bulma came trudging into the Capsule Corp. still carrying all of the bags, Vegeta strutting along behind her. As he entered the building, both Trunks and Goten pounced on him. "Let's see who you really are!" yelled Trunks as he and Goten tried to pull Vegeta's face off. "Boys, boys what are you doing?!" yelped Vegeta as he struggled to get them off of him. When no success came from trying to pull Vegeta's 'mask' off, Goten and Trunks jumped off of him and stood in front of Vegeta and gulped. He was gonna be pissed. "Sorry dad, uh, we thought that you was someone else" Trunks prodded Goten with his elbow "Ow! Yeah, sorry mister Vegeta" piped Goten. "No worries, I know what you boys are like!" "You mean that you are not angry at all?!" questioned Trunks. "No, why should I be?" "Not even a little?" He asked again. "Not a bit, silly boy" and Vegeta walked off, fixing his hair with his right hand. "Your right Trunks, that isn't you dad! He would have chased around the whole planet at least three times by now!" "I know" Said an afraid Trunks.
A/N: Well I hope that you liked it! The third chapter will
take a little longer to come up cause I wrote this one on one of those lazy
Sunday mornings! Any ideas will be greatly appreciated! ^_^