Morning came, Vegeta had finally recovered from the wailing of Bulma after
the little- 'incident' -and was now curious to the these Easter-eggs. They
sounded better then anything Bulma would usually give him, and so he
showered, dressed and headed downstairs to venture into the kitchen-
OK- so venturing into the kitchen wasn't that dangerous, but one can tease, right?
Vegeta looked cautiously round. His stomach growled loudly as Mrs. Briefs walked in, eyes turned up in a constant cheer- it was almost as if they were sown shut. She smiled sympathetically and patted the prince on his arm.
"I'll get you something to eat dear!" She chimed, pulling a carton of eggs from the fridge and grabbing a large bowl. Vegeta narrowed his eyes slightly at his almost-mother-in-law, and turned round, his eyes roaming over the shining side-boards and on-tops off cupboards, when he was desperate he finally resorted to looking under chairs. No source of them yet- he looked behind himself to see the onna whisking a gooey mixture in a bowl and chopping up pre-cooked meats and vegetables and cheeses. -She didn't seem to notice his observation of the room so it was a clear sign to continue.
The short in stature saiyan lifted himself slightly, pulling open two cupboard doors simultaneously… Easter-eggs- now where would they be? He frowned. Not in the cupboards- that was for sure. He thought some more- eggs- fridge- it made sense. Surely there would be eggs in the fridge, even the magical chocolate Easter-eggs. The prince allowed himself to drift to the ground ignoring the hissing or a frying-pan in the background. He opened the fridge door- Easter-eggs… He saw all kinds of meat… Vegtables- some REALLY large poultry and milk and cheese- no Easter eggs… hn. He stood there puzzled for a moment longer before he heard a muffled voice.
"Dad- I'm going to move the Easter-eggs… I'm not sure you should leave them of the windowsill when it's sunny"
AHAH! They were on the windowsill in the direction of the voice- he couldn't wait to try the chocolatey goodness! How could chickens lay chocolate eggs? He walked quickly to the door.
Mrs. Briefs chose that time to latch onto his arm- in her hand a super- large stack of Spanish omelette.
Well, he guessed it could wait!
-----
He was stupid… absolutely STUPID! The rest of his day had been spent searching for the morsel Easter-egg and WHAT does he find out? IT'S on-top of the television- and HE can't eat it yet.-
-Oh but the allusive shiny wrapper and the brand chocolate name on the front- it just screamed 'eat me!'
"Eat me!" The voice was high-pitched, yet somewhat scratchy-
"Huh?" The prince of the saiyans looked up, bewildered, he didn't recognise that voice or see where it came from…
"Eat me!" There is was again- that little squeak.
"Who's there!?" The saiyan demanded
"Eaaaaaaaattttt meeeeeeeeee!!!!" The voice droned, leaving the saiyan with a confused expression on his face, he looked around the room, no-body was there- he didn't sense anyone's ki in the room either.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" The prince demanded, frowning, yet still remained seated on the sofa.
"Nooooooooooo- No joke- No sick- just delicious- eeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaattttttt -"
"I heard you the first time!" The prince cut off, looking extremely irritated. "Now… WHO are you!?"
"I am the eggggggggggggg of Eaaaaaaaaaaster!" The voice replied, obviously trying to sound creepy, Vegeta looked up directly to where the voice was coming from. The Easter-egg that sat atop the television set was speaking to him- creepy moving eyes and a mouth appearing on it's face, it- though, had no nose.
"Eaaaaaaaaaatttt meeeeeeeeeee!" It demanded, looking directly at Vegeta.
"No! Shut-up baka!"
"Eaaaaaaaaaattttt meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" it wined, droning on with it's repeated request.
"I said NO!" Vegeta shouted.
"Vegeta- if everything OK in there?" Bulma asked, looking in through the door to see the saiyan set on the couch.
"NO!" The prince roared "The Easter-eggs telling me to eat it!"
Bulma cast her eyes to the decorated Easter-egg, sitting on-top of the television- she laughed and waved her hand in the air "Oh you're so silly Vegeta!" She giggled, exiting the room.
"Yes, he is!" The high pitched squeaky voice agreed.
"Hn? Pardon?" Bulma asked, leaning back in and looking expectantly at Vegeta.
"Don't look at me, and didn't say anything." He spat, standing and leaving the room via the stairs- leading to his bedroom. He was tired. He needed rest- he walked into his bedroom.
"Eatttttttttt meeeeeeeeee!" The egg droned, wobbling a bit on his bedroom cabinet.
"How the hell did you get in here!?" The prince cried, insanely looking at the taste-tantalising-treat that was unfortunately more annoying than Kakarotto.
"Eaaaaaaaaaaaaat meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The strange creature replied, rocking from side to side.
Vegeta just ignored it, and climbed into his pyjamas and into bed.
"Rock a by baby, on the tree top…" BEHOLD the wrath of an Easter-egg- Furby from hell…
"When the wind blows Prince Veggie'll rock…" Vegeta growled quietly as the signing continued- he HAD to make it SHUT UP.
"When the bow breaks, baby 'Geta'll fall…" Or kill it… that was a good option too…
"And down will fall VEGGIE- DIAPERS and all!"
Vegeta blasted the cursed thing. It disappeared- as if it was never there in the first place,
THE END.
(pssssssst! There's more!)
OK- so venturing into the kitchen wasn't that dangerous, but one can tease, right?
Vegeta looked cautiously round. His stomach growled loudly as Mrs. Briefs walked in, eyes turned up in a constant cheer- it was almost as if they were sown shut. She smiled sympathetically and patted the prince on his arm.
"I'll get you something to eat dear!" She chimed, pulling a carton of eggs from the fridge and grabbing a large bowl. Vegeta narrowed his eyes slightly at his almost-mother-in-law, and turned round, his eyes roaming over the shining side-boards and on-tops off cupboards, when he was desperate he finally resorted to looking under chairs. No source of them yet- he looked behind himself to see the onna whisking a gooey mixture in a bowl and chopping up pre-cooked meats and vegetables and cheeses. -She didn't seem to notice his observation of the room so it was a clear sign to continue.
The short in stature saiyan lifted himself slightly, pulling open two cupboard doors simultaneously… Easter-eggs- now where would they be? He frowned. Not in the cupboards- that was for sure. He thought some more- eggs- fridge- it made sense. Surely there would be eggs in the fridge, even the magical chocolate Easter-eggs. The prince allowed himself to drift to the ground ignoring the hissing or a frying-pan in the background. He opened the fridge door- Easter-eggs… He saw all kinds of meat… Vegtables- some REALLY large poultry and milk and cheese- no Easter eggs… hn. He stood there puzzled for a moment longer before he heard a muffled voice.
"Dad- I'm going to move the Easter-eggs… I'm not sure you should leave them of the windowsill when it's sunny"
AHAH! They were on the windowsill in the direction of the voice- he couldn't wait to try the chocolatey goodness! How could chickens lay chocolate eggs? He walked quickly to the door.
Mrs. Briefs chose that time to latch onto his arm- in her hand a super- large stack of Spanish omelette.
Well, he guessed it could wait!
-----
He was stupid… absolutely STUPID! The rest of his day had been spent searching for the morsel Easter-egg and WHAT does he find out? IT'S on-top of the television- and HE can't eat it yet.-
-Oh but the allusive shiny wrapper and the brand chocolate name on the front- it just screamed 'eat me!'
"Eat me!" The voice was high-pitched, yet somewhat scratchy-
"Huh?" The prince of the saiyans looked up, bewildered, he didn't recognise that voice or see where it came from…
"Eat me!" There is was again- that little squeak.
"Who's there!?" The saiyan demanded
"Eaaaaaaaattttt meeeeeeeeee!!!!" The voice droned, leaving the saiyan with a confused expression on his face, he looked around the room, no-body was there- he didn't sense anyone's ki in the room either.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" The prince demanded, frowning, yet still remained seated on the sofa.
"Nooooooooooo- No joke- No sick- just delicious- eeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaattttttt -"
"I heard you the first time!" The prince cut off, looking extremely irritated. "Now… WHO are you!?"
"I am the eggggggggggggg of Eaaaaaaaaaaster!" The voice replied, obviously trying to sound creepy, Vegeta looked up directly to where the voice was coming from. The Easter-egg that sat atop the television set was speaking to him- creepy moving eyes and a mouth appearing on it's face, it- though, had no nose.
"Eaaaaaaaaaatttt meeeeeeeeeee!" It demanded, looking directly at Vegeta.
"No! Shut-up baka!"
"Eaaaaaaaaaattttt meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" it wined, droning on with it's repeated request.
"I said NO!" Vegeta shouted.
"Vegeta- if everything OK in there?" Bulma asked, looking in through the door to see the saiyan set on the couch.
"NO!" The prince roared "The Easter-eggs telling me to eat it!"
Bulma cast her eyes to the decorated Easter-egg, sitting on-top of the television- she laughed and waved her hand in the air "Oh you're so silly Vegeta!" She giggled, exiting the room.
"Yes, he is!" The high pitched squeaky voice agreed.
"Hn? Pardon?" Bulma asked, leaning back in and looking expectantly at Vegeta.
"Don't look at me, and didn't say anything." He spat, standing and leaving the room via the stairs- leading to his bedroom. He was tired. He needed rest- he walked into his bedroom.
"Eatttttttttt meeeeeeeeee!" The egg droned, wobbling a bit on his bedroom cabinet.
"How the hell did you get in here!?" The prince cried, insanely looking at the taste-tantalising-treat that was unfortunately more annoying than Kakarotto.
"Eaaaaaaaaaaaaat meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The strange creature replied, rocking from side to side.
Vegeta just ignored it, and climbed into his pyjamas and into bed.
"Rock a by baby, on the tree top…" BEHOLD the wrath of an Easter-egg- Furby from hell…
"When the wind blows Prince Veggie'll rock…" Vegeta growled quietly as the signing continued- he HAD to make it SHUT UP.
"When the bow breaks, baby 'Geta'll fall…" Or kill it… that was a good option too…
"And down will fall VEGGIE- DIAPERS and all!"
Vegeta blasted the cursed thing. It disappeared- as if it was never there in the first place,
THE END.
(pssssssst! There's more!)