***Scrunchy's Epiphany***
Once upon a time there was a prince. And this prince was busy stuffing his
face with rice noodles when a blaringly obvious question entered his mind.
"Woman. about your father.what's with that cat of his?"
Bulma's brow creased in thought. "Huh. I never really thought about it." She blinked. "He's had that cat since before I was born."
"That's pretty old for an earth cat." , he mumbled through mouthfuls of food.
"We should ask dad about it."
"Yeah."
They walked over to the Capsule Corp. building. Bulma tripped over a lawn gnome. Cursing to herself, she brushed herself off and knocked on the door.
"Hey, dad!" , she cried. "Are ya home?" Dr. Briefs opened the door, and, sure enough, that cat was on his shoulder.
Its eyes were wide open, like two full moons against the black of midnight. It didn't appear to have feet of any kind, yet it held firmly onto Briefs' labcoat.
"It's about the cat." , said Vegeta.
"Scrunchy?", asked Brief abashedly. "has he been a bad kitty?
"That thing's name is Scrunchy?" Bulma asked, confused."Does that cat ever.get off you back?" inquired Vegeta. The cat fixed its gaze at Vegeta, never closing its pale, round eyes.
"Or blink?"
Briefs' eyes looked around shiftily, then leaned in to Vegeta's ear. "Don't tell anyone this," he whispered, "But this is Scrunchy the 37th."
Bulma's face drew up into an expression that could only be described as 'so angrily confused that it hurt.'
Scrunchy's eyes started twitching weirdly. "Uh-oh" said Dr. Briefs somewhat calmly. The little cat's fur rippled once.
And then he exploded.
Bulma and Vegeta simply stared on in amazement as bits of singed fur floated in the air. Dr. Briefs muttered something about 'number 38' and walked back into the house.
"Well, that explains it", said Vegeta vaguely. "I guess."
"Woman. about your father.what's with that cat of his?"
Bulma's brow creased in thought. "Huh. I never really thought about it." She blinked. "He's had that cat since before I was born."
"That's pretty old for an earth cat." , he mumbled through mouthfuls of food.
"We should ask dad about it."
"Yeah."
They walked over to the Capsule Corp. building. Bulma tripped over a lawn gnome. Cursing to herself, she brushed herself off and knocked on the door.
"Hey, dad!" , she cried. "Are ya home?" Dr. Briefs opened the door, and, sure enough, that cat was on his shoulder.
Its eyes were wide open, like two full moons against the black of midnight. It didn't appear to have feet of any kind, yet it held firmly onto Briefs' labcoat.
"It's about the cat." , said Vegeta.
"Scrunchy?", asked Brief abashedly. "has he been a bad kitty?
"That thing's name is Scrunchy?" Bulma asked, confused."Does that cat ever.get off you back?" inquired Vegeta. The cat fixed its gaze at Vegeta, never closing its pale, round eyes.
"Or blink?"
Briefs' eyes looked around shiftily, then leaned in to Vegeta's ear. "Don't tell anyone this," he whispered, "But this is Scrunchy the 37th."
Bulma's face drew up into an expression that could only be described as 'so angrily confused that it hurt.'
Scrunchy's eyes started twitching weirdly. "Uh-oh" said Dr. Briefs somewhat calmly. The little cat's fur rippled once.
And then he exploded.
Bulma and Vegeta simply stared on in amazement as bits of singed fur floated in the air. Dr. Briefs muttered something about 'number 38' and walked back into the house.
"Well, that explains it", said Vegeta vaguely. "I guess."