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Chapter Five
"What is it?" Vegeta growled, stomping over to the window.
"They're gone!" It's not in the garage, it's not outside, which means they took it somewhere!" Win shouted frantically.
"Can't we just search for them?" Vegeta said, sounding exasperated.
"Across space AND time?? Are you crazy? Do you have a couple of million years??"
Vegeta just grumbled, "They'll find their way back."
Win sighed. "I guess so."
The two went inside to wait, each going over in their minds what to do now. Win headed toward the kitchen to cook up some food. The smell made Vegeta's stomach grumble.
"Are you done yet? The prince of all saiyans should not have to wait!"
"Well the prince of all saiyans will have to," Win replied, shouting back, "It's almost done anyway!"
A few minutes later, the dinner table was piled high to the ceiling with food. The demi-saiyan and saiyan dug into the pile of food until there was nearly nothing left except one bowl of rice.
"Mine! Veggie let go!"
"Do not call me that!"
"I made it, it's mine! Veggie, Veggie, Vegetable-head Veggie!"
"Stop it! I'm hungry! Give it to me, you brat!"
"My name is Win, not brat! I'm sorry I ever thought you were the best character! Now gimme!"
After an hour of fighting, the bowl of rice lay in Win's stomach.
"Ha ha! You forgot I'm stronger than you!" she teased.
Vegeta merely grumbled as he set off outside to train. Win went outside, also intending to train. Both were doing pushups, though Vegeta did his with one finger, and Win did hers alternating hands.
"Hey Vegeta," Win started for the fourth time, "Do you want to spar?"
Vegeta simply ignored her and continued his drills.
"Fine, be that way," she huffed, "I'm going inside to draw."
After several hours, and no sound from the house, Vegeta began to get a little worried.
"Brat!" he shouted, "What are you doing?"
Still getting no answer, he went into the house. Looking around and seeing that Win wasn't downstairs, Vegeta trod up the stairs and up to a door that said: "You are now entering Win's room. Get out. Now." Regardless of this fact, he opened up the door anyway.
"Vegeta!"
Win hurriedly covered up the paper that she was currently working on.
"Didn't you read the sign on the door??" she exclaimed irritably.
"Well, where am I going to sleep? In case you haven't noticed, it's late," Vegeta asked.
Win hadn't noticed, as she was concentrating on her work.
"You can sleep on the couch."
"No! The prince of all saiyans should not have to sleep on a couch. I demand a bed!"
Win just laughed as Vegeta went on and on about reasons why he couldn't sleep on the couch.
"Fine, you can sleep here," she said, giving in, "I'm sleeping in the basement. It's too hot up here."
Win gathered up some stuff, then preceded to go downstairs. Vegeta looked around at the walls. They were covered entirely by pictures of people he knew, though mostly him. He lay down to sleep.
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"Trunks!" shouted AC, "What did I say about the big, blue button?"
"Not to touch it?" Trunks said hesitantly. (A/N: I really didn't mean to make Trunks seem so dumb, but come on, everyone's helpless against buttons!)
"Yes. Now WHERE ARE WE??"
Suddenly a young girl of about 13-ish ran up to Trunks.
"Trunks? Why are you wearing that? It's time for your press conference!"
"Conference? What conference? Where is this?" he asked confusedly.
AC groaned as she recognized the girl as Bra.
"Great," she muttered to himself, "Pan and Marron must be here too."
A/N: Enter GT! Hmmm, seems like Win is having fun torturing Vegeta, and AC and Trunks are stuck for the moment in GT! Just what she needs, more competition! Review please, and give me your opinion on the ending couples :-P!
Chapter Five
"What is it?" Vegeta growled, stomping over to the window.
"They're gone!" It's not in the garage, it's not outside, which means they took it somewhere!" Win shouted frantically.
"Can't we just search for them?" Vegeta said, sounding exasperated.
"Across space AND time?? Are you crazy? Do you have a couple of million years??"
Vegeta just grumbled, "They'll find their way back."
Win sighed. "I guess so."
The two went inside to wait, each going over in their minds what to do now. Win headed toward the kitchen to cook up some food. The smell made Vegeta's stomach grumble.
"Are you done yet? The prince of all saiyans should not have to wait!"
"Well the prince of all saiyans will have to," Win replied, shouting back, "It's almost done anyway!"
A few minutes later, the dinner table was piled high to the ceiling with food. The demi-saiyan and saiyan dug into the pile of food until there was nearly nothing left except one bowl of rice.
"Mine! Veggie let go!"
"Do not call me that!"
"I made it, it's mine! Veggie, Veggie, Vegetable-head Veggie!"
"Stop it! I'm hungry! Give it to me, you brat!"
"My name is Win, not brat! I'm sorry I ever thought you were the best character! Now gimme!"
After an hour of fighting, the bowl of rice lay in Win's stomach.
"Ha ha! You forgot I'm stronger than you!" she teased.
Vegeta merely grumbled as he set off outside to train. Win went outside, also intending to train. Both were doing pushups, though Vegeta did his with one finger, and Win did hers alternating hands.
"Hey Vegeta," Win started for the fourth time, "Do you want to spar?"
Vegeta simply ignored her and continued his drills.
"Fine, be that way," she huffed, "I'm going inside to draw."
After several hours, and no sound from the house, Vegeta began to get a little worried.
"Brat!" he shouted, "What are you doing?"
Still getting no answer, he went into the house. Looking around and seeing that Win wasn't downstairs, Vegeta trod up the stairs and up to a door that said: "You are now entering Win's room. Get out. Now." Regardless of this fact, he opened up the door anyway.
"Vegeta!"
Win hurriedly covered up the paper that she was currently working on.
"Didn't you read the sign on the door??" she exclaimed irritably.
"Well, where am I going to sleep? In case you haven't noticed, it's late," Vegeta asked.
Win hadn't noticed, as she was concentrating on her work.
"You can sleep on the couch."
"No! The prince of all saiyans should not have to sleep on a couch. I demand a bed!"
Win just laughed as Vegeta went on and on about reasons why he couldn't sleep on the couch.
"Fine, you can sleep here," she said, giving in, "I'm sleeping in the basement. It's too hot up here."
Win gathered up some stuff, then preceded to go downstairs. Vegeta looked around at the walls. They were covered entirely by pictures of people he knew, though mostly him. He lay down to sleep.
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"Trunks!" shouted AC, "What did I say about the big, blue button?"
"Not to touch it?" Trunks said hesitantly. (A/N: I really didn't mean to make Trunks seem so dumb, but come on, everyone's helpless against buttons!)
"Yes. Now WHERE ARE WE??"
Suddenly a young girl of about 13-ish ran up to Trunks.
"Trunks? Why are you wearing that? It's time for your press conference!"
"Conference? What conference? Where is this?" he asked confusedly.
AC groaned as she recognized the girl as Bra.
"Great," she muttered to himself, "Pan and Marron must be here too."
A/N: Enter GT! Hmmm, seems like Win is having fun torturing Vegeta, and AC and Trunks are stuck for the moment in GT! Just what she needs, more competition! Review please, and give me your opinion on the ending couples :-P!