Disclaimer: I don't own dbz.. how I wish I did though *sigh*
Vegeta: I still think it's a good thing that you don't own dbz..
Oceanyca: *glare*
Xellos: Now, now, children!
Oceanyca: Wrong fic Xellos..
Xellos: .. *disappears*
Oceanyca: *gets on knees in front of reviews & readers* please forgive me for taking so long to get this chappie out!!!
Vegeta: *raises an eyebrow* Why are you asking for forgiveness?
Oceanyca: ..
Vegeta: ..
Oceanyca: Because I'm a polite person! *Sticks her tongue out at Vegeta*
Vegeta: O_O;;
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Vegeta Goes to the Gym.. Meet the Aerobics Trainer!
Vegeta struggled a bit longer as Goku dragged him through the doors, "I refuse to be trained by an imbecile!"
"Aw come on Vegeta!" Goku replied happily, a bit too happy for Vegeta's taste, "It'll be fun! And besides, I don't have to train you until I finish the tour!"
Vegeta continues his glare into his rivals back as he lets up his struggle enough for Goku to let go of his wrist. It was then that he looked around the room that he had entered. There was music, loud music.. nice beat, but loud. He noticed that there was a cheery woman in spandex that seemed to be leading the group who had signed up. For some reason she looked a lot like Bulma..
The sad group of souls were those of the extremes, there seemed to be no such thing as being "average." There were those that were extremely fit, and there were those who (as to kindly put it) were just starting to get into shape. All wore spandex leotards over spandex tights and some leggings. ((Oceanyca: think the 80's.. Vegeta: O_O)) Vegeta shuddered inwardly. The stereo was right next to the Aerobics Instructor and she was currently leading the class through some step aerobics, having the class go up on their stool and step down, from all sides.
Vegeta thought this exercise to be very pointless. Especially when he noticed one particular members of the class. Master Roshi. The turtle hermit was, at the moment, sitting on the sidelines, watching the instructor happily with his nosebleed. Every time someone tried to get him to join back in, he would use 'being too old' and 'needing rest' as an excuse.
Vegeta glared at the old perverts back and Roshi and, as if feeling a chill, he straightened himself up a bit and glanced around the room. The pervert then noticed Goku waving, and grinning happily. He waved back and then noticed the source of his sudden chill: Vegeta, who at the moment was leaning against the wall, arms and legs crossed, and bag next to him. He stopped waving and turned back to the class.
After another minute, the blue haired instructor pushed a button on the stereo and let everyone cool off for a bit. As the music stopped, Goku grabbed Vegeta by the wrist and dragged him over to the instructor, ignoring the prince's protests. She turned and smiled, tilting her head to the side, "Hi there! Goboo right?"
"Goku."
"Goku.. right. You are Krillen's friend right?"
"Ya," Goku put his hand behind his head. He then dragged Vegeta out in front of him, "This is Vegeta, he's a new member here!"
"Oh! Hi Vegeta, I'm Marron, the Aerobics Instructor!" She smiled and twirled her hair, showing her ditzyness ((Oceanyca: is that a word? Vegeta: *shrugs*))
Right about then, Master Roshi decided to join in, "That was some workout you gave us today Marron!" He wiped away some imaginary sweat.
"I sure hope it was!.. or else I won't get paid!" she replies, a little too cheery to even notices to old man's hand moving in for the kill.
Vegeta, however noticed it, and turned away, deciding that the woman was too stupid to even bother saving her from the turtle hermit's perversions ((Oceanyca: I'm starting to use a lot of words that I don't think are words..))
Goku waved as he exited the room, following Vegeta. Soon after they left, a yelp and slap were heard. Goku raised an eyebrow, looking at the door and Vegeta leaned against a wall, sighing.
"She was really nice wasn't she? I think I'll have you do aerobics first off when you come here." Goku began to write on his clipboard.
"WHAT!" Vegeta protested. "I refuse to do that meaningless activity with those.. those.."
"People?" Goku suggested.
"Yes, I absolutely refuse!" Vegeta turns around and hits his head against the wall, making a few crack, "I can't believe I just agreed with that 3rd class baka!!"
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Oceanyca: Man.. you are having a horrible day and it isn't even noon yet!
Vegeta: *crosses his arms and pouts* You're the author! Do something about it!
Oceanyca: *smiles sweetly* I would, but then it wouldn't be a funny fic..
Vegeta: soo
Oceanyca: *sigh*
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Goku comes up to Vegeta and pats him on the back, "Come on now, it isn't that bad!"
Vegeta starts to calm himself down realizing Bulma would be even more upset with him if he killed his rival and destroyed the gym. Slowly, he turned back around, "What do you want to show me next?" he asks, a little annoyed.
Goku scratched his chin, looking at the doors, "hmm.. How about.. Cardiovascular Equipment?"
Vegeta sighed and started walking towards the door, refusing to let himself be dragged through the doors once again. Goku grinned and followed him through the doors.
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Oceanyca: I just love cliffys, don't you Veg-head?
Vegeta: *scowling* no
Oceanyca: *sniffles* you don't? do you even like my fics?
Vegeta: no
Oceanyca: *lets a single tear fall before glaring at him, whipping out her Author's Mallet of Doom* are you sure?
Vegeta: *looks at the AMOD with some fear, but swallows, and nods*
Oceanyca: grrrrr *whaps him on his head and he turns into a plushie* KAWAII!!! *Picks up the plushie and holds him tight smiling*
Vegeta: ..
Oceanyca: your turn announcer dude! *Goes back to cuddling her Veg-head plushie*
AD: *clears throat* What will Vegeta witness in the Cardiovascular Room? What is a Cardiovascular Room? Will he meet another member of the Z Gang? Or even..
Oceanyca: *runs over and covers his mouth* You're gonna give it all away! You are fired! *Removes hand*
AD: fired? *Looks angry and insulted* FIRED!?!
Oceanyca: slowly nods, holding plushie tight
AD: Mark my words.. I will have my revenge!! *Storms out*
Oceanyca: geez.. Annoucer Dudes are soo sensitive! *Looks around nervously* I hope he doesn't hurt me..
