Many thoughts passed through Vegeta's mind at that point, none of which where good.
"So, you think you can handle me, lady?" said Vegeta in a
seductive voice. "O-o-of-f c-c-
cours-se." stuttered the disturbed man
in the devil red dress. "You see, a saiyan likes, in fact, LOVES sex and the like. However,
tradition goes that if the selected female does not
do everything perfectly...the male shall perform an act of cannibalism." "M-m-meaning?"
whispered the terrified Yamucha, knowing all too
well what Vegeta was talking about but playing the role of the dumb girl. "Meaning, beautiful
one, that if you do not live up to my royal
standards, I will eat you-but in a much more honourable way than I eat these pizza pops. Mmm."
Vegeta then took a shaker of salt and
sprinkled a little on Yamucha's shoulder. "Just in case, I like to pre-prepare meals before I know
if I'm actually going to eat them or not.
Here...let me get some pepper."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK
K!" 'Yolanda' screamed like
the girl she/he was and ran away from Capsule Corp, then fell on her high heels. Vegeta stood
there laughing, holding a pepper shaker and unknowingly spilling
it all over his pizza pops. "Shut up!" yelled Yamucha as he sped away. "Hahahaha...NOOO! I got
pepper all over my pizza pops! It's the end of the world! NOOOO!" I better cry now
so when Bulma comes back, I'll be acting normal. So after that thought, Vegeta sat down on the
front steps and cried as Garfield zoomed in
at Puar's orders, who, like any person who knew Vegeta, wanted to catch him crying on tape,
since he never did cry.
"Bulma! We have some questions to ask!" shouted Krillin as he and the others who were out on
the lawn all crowded into ChiChi's living
room. "Not you, too. ChiChi's been asking me stuff forever." "It would help many, many poor
troubled souls such as myself." "What do you
mean, Piccolo?" "There's a man going around flirting with certain individuals that no one else
would ever dare go near in normal circumstances,
dressed as a woman in a tight, slutty red dress with sparkles and-" "That's my dress! Puar told me
that her pregnant friend needed some
clothes, so I gave it to her...so there's a guy wearing my dress??!!" "In short, yes. Since there
were some people with cameras, we figured
that it was an evil revenge plan, since the guy screamed when Roshi came too close." "Now that
you mention it, Piccolo, it was a cat operating
the video camera. There were a bunch of other cats near this one." Since ChiChi had been
watching TV before Bulma came over and didn't
feel like turning it off, it was still on. *And now for a special news report.* Everyone turned
their heads to the rather small set that sat
on a redwood coffee table. *It seems that the notorious group called the IGOTC has now been
praying on unsuspecting males with a slut-like
woman in a red dress. Authorities still have no idea what their name means, and they have been
known to inflict torture on anyone they
see fit. Furthermore, the IGOTC is far, far worse than any gang, including Hell's Angels and the
Mafia.* "I feel sorry for that poor guy...but
why did they have to take my dress??" "Simmer down, ChiChi. We still have to figure out who
this guy is." stated Bulma calmly. "I would
rather not know." "Why not, Piccolo?" "HE FLIRTED WITH ME! IF I FOUND OUT I KNEW
HIM I'D DIE! LIFE IS SO CRUEL TO US GREEN MEN
FROM THAT FARAWAY PLANET CALLED NAMEK!!" Gohan whispered to the others while
Piccolo continued ranting and raving. "Don't
worry, he's like this all the time. So anyways, Bulma, why are you here?" ChiChi lept up. "Oh
yeah! We still need to figure out the f-" Bulma
clasped her hand over ChiChi's mouth, so all you could here was a "MMMMMmmmph!" from
the raven-haired woman. "What ChiChi's trying
to say is that we still need to figure out the freakin' idiot who's dressing up as a guy is. Now, lets
go!" "Where?" asked a rather bewildered
Tien. "To go find this guy and make him apologize to EVERYONE he flirted with. And to make
fun of him, of course." "Hey, I just thought of
something!" The gang turned to look at Gohan. "I know what IGOTC stands for!" "Son, do we
really have time for this?" "Yeah dad, we do!
Since Puar was the one who took the dress, and there's a group out there getting a guy to dress as
a woman slut and flirt with otherwise dateless
men for the rest of their lives-" "HEY!" "Sorry you three, but it's true. Anyways, like I was
saying, Puar must be a member of the IGOTC, so I've
concluded that IGOTC must stand for Idiotic Grungy Overweight Transexual Cats. But then
again...Puar's not overweight...forget about it. I
have no idea what it stands for, but we should probably look for a group of cats." "Well then,
what are we waiting for? I DON'T WANT ANY
MAN WEARING MY MATERNITY DRESS!" "That thing's a maternity dress? Where you at
the clubs stripping to pay for meals or what?" "Shut
up you stupid pig!" ChiChi then proceeded to knock Oolong unconscious with her frying pan.
"Now, let's go get my dress back!" said ChiChi
with flames seeming to swirl in her eyes. "Right!" said everyone else, afraid for their lives and
not wanting to be hit over the head with a
frying pan.
"So, you think you can handle me, lady?" said Vegeta in a
seductive voice. "O-o-of-f c-c-
cours-se." stuttered the disturbed man
in the devil red dress. "You see, a saiyan likes, in fact, LOVES sex and the like. However,
tradition goes that if the selected female does not
do everything perfectly...the male shall perform an act of cannibalism." "M-m-meaning?"
whispered the terrified Yamucha, knowing all too
well what Vegeta was talking about but playing the role of the dumb girl. "Meaning, beautiful
one, that if you do not live up to my royal
standards, I will eat you-but in a much more honourable way than I eat these pizza pops. Mmm."
Vegeta then took a shaker of salt and
sprinkled a little on Yamucha's shoulder. "Just in case, I like to pre-prepare meals before I know
if I'm actually going to eat them or not.
Here...let me get some pepper."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK
K!" 'Yolanda' screamed like
the girl she/he was and ran away from Capsule Corp, then fell on her high heels. Vegeta stood
there laughing, holding a pepper shaker and unknowingly spilling
it all over his pizza pops. "Shut up!" yelled Yamucha as he sped away. "Hahahaha...NOOO! I got
pepper all over my pizza pops! It's the end of the world! NOOOO!" I better cry now
so when Bulma comes back, I'll be acting normal. So after that thought, Vegeta sat down on the
front steps and cried as Garfield zoomed in
at Puar's orders, who, like any person who knew Vegeta, wanted to catch him crying on tape,
since he never did cry.
"Bulma! We have some questions to ask!" shouted Krillin as he and the others who were out on
the lawn all crowded into ChiChi's living
room. "Not you, too. ChiChi's been asking me stuff forever." "It would help many, many poor
troubled souls such as myself." "What do you
mean, Piccolo?" "There's a man going around flirting with certain individuals that no one else
would ever dare go near in normal circumstances,
dressed as a woman in a tight, slutty red dress with sparkles and-" "That's my dress! Puar told me
that her pregnant friend needed some
clothes, so I gave it to her...so there's a guy wearing my dress??!!" "In short, yes. Since there
were some people with cameras, we figured
that it was an evil revenge plan, since the guy screamed when Roshi came too close." "Now that
you mention it, Piccolo, it was a cat operating
the video camera. There were a bunch of other cats near this one." Since ChiChi had been
watching TV before Bulma came over and didn't
feel like turning it off, it was still on. *And now for a special news report.* Everyone turned
their heads to the rather small set that sat
on a redwood coffee table. *It seems that the notorious group called the IGOTC has now been
praying on unsuspecting males with a slut-like
woman in a red dress. Authorities still have no idea what their name means, and they have been
known to inflict torture on anyone they
see fit. Furthermore, the IGOTC is far, far worse than any gang, including Hell's Angels and the
Mafia.* "I feel sorry for that poor guy...but
why did they have to take my dress??" "Simmer down, ChiChi. We still have to figure out who
this guy is." stated Bulma calmly. "I would
rather not know." "Why not, Piccolo?" "HE FLIRTED WITH ME! IF I FOUND OUT I KNEW
HIM I'D DIE! LIFE IS SO CRUEL TO US GREEN MEN
FROM THAT FARAWAY PLANET CALLED NAMEK!!" Gohan whispered to the others while
Piccolo continued ranting and raving. "Don't
worry, he's like this all the time. So anyways, Bulma, why are you here?" ChiChi lept up. "Oh
yeah! We still need to figure out the f-" Bulma
clasped her hand over ChiChi's mouth, so all you could here was a "MMMMMmmmph!" from
the raven-haired woman. "What ChiChi's trying
to say is that we still need to figure out the freakin' idiot who's dressing up as a guy is. Now, lets
go!" "Where?" asked a rather bewildered
Tien. "To go find this guy and make him apologize to EVERYONE he flirted with. And to make
fun of him, of course." "Hey, I just thought of
something!" The gang turned to look at Gohan. "I know what IGOTC stands for!" "Son, do we
really have time for this?" "Yeah dad, we do!
Since Puar was the one who took the dress, and there's a group out there getting a guy to dress as
a woman slut and flirt with otherwise dateless
men for the rest of their lives-" "HEY!" "Sorry you three, but it's true. Anyways, like I was
saying, Puar must be a member of the IGOTC, so I've
concluded that IGOTC must stand for Idiotic Grungy Overweight Transexual Cats. But then
again...Puar's not overweight...forget about it. I
have no idea what it stands for, but we should probably look for a group of cats." "Well then,
what are we waiting for? I DON'T WANT ANY
MAN WEARING MY MATERNITY DRESS!" "That thing's a maternity dress? Where you at
the clubs stripping to pay for meals or what?" "Shut
up you stupid pig!" ChiChi then proceeded to knock Oolong unconscious with her frying pan.
"Now, let's go get my dress back!" said ChiChi
with flames seeming to swirl in her eyes. "Right!" said everyone else, afraid for their lives and
not wanting to be hit over the head with a
frying pan.