Disclaimer: I do not own Vegeta. The rest of the characters I bought from
Elder for a quarter. The Y.A.S.S.S.A. face, I believe, belong to Elder and
Ditto. Thank you for your time. And money *reaches out a grubby hand*
Vegeta woke up slowly, blinking his eyes repeatedly. As soon as he opened them, he wished he were dead.
"What are you doing here?" he snarled, as a brown haired girl stood by the side of the bed. She smiled cheerfully and cocked her head to the side.
"Good morning!" she shrieked, with WAY too much enthusiasm. Vegeta winced and covered his princely ears.
"I'm Molly," the brown haired creature said, beaming and pointing to herself. "And these are my friends!" She pointed to four figures standing at the foot of his bed.
"These are Kelly, Katherine, Sarah, and Robyn," she said proudly. They all waved.
"Good morning, Midge!" they chorused. Vegeta sighed and pulled the covers over his head.
"Why am I here?" he moaned, the question obviously rhetorical. Molly and her sparkling wit decided to answer the question anyway.
"Actually, I'm not all too sure myself," she confessed, "Just something about being drunk, Alabama, and a block of cheese the size of Richard Simmons."
The troop stood quiet for a moment, until Kelly yelled, "Not to mention a duck!" Molly nodded wisely.
"Yes, the duck. Hey, where are you going?" Vegeta had gotten up and was walking away. Suddenly, he stopped.
"Why am I wearing a tutu?" he growled, looking down at his sparkly pink outfit. Sarah cleared her throat.
"Um, that was the drunk part," she explained. Vegeta nodded and looked around, trying to locate some pants. He suddenly paused.
"Why am I not in my room?" Katherine decided to field the question this time.
"That was Alabama!" she said cheerfully, pulling a chicken out from under her coat and beginning to stroke it. Vegeta eyed her warily, and then turned his gaze to the window. He ran over and put his hands on the windowsill, staring outside. Slowly he turned, eyes flashing.
"Why.am I not.in the City.of.the West?" he said slowly, trying not to explode. Robyn hemmed and hawed.
"That was, uh, the cheese," she said nervously, shuffling her feet. Vegeta made a Y.A.S.S.S.A. face (see disclaimer) and sat on the floor. A cloud of feathers swirled up around him, causing him to cough repeatedly.
"That was the duck, then?" he managed to choke out. Kelly shook her head.
"No, you ate a pillow while you were sleeping," she said pointedly. "But look down and see what the duck did."
Vegeta sighed and looked down. His eyes widened first in surprise, and then narrowed in anger.
"AAAAAAARRRRGH!!!!" The troop covered their ears and winced simultaneously.
Vegeta woke up slowly, blinking his eyes repeatedly. As soon as he opened them, he wished he were dead.
"What are you doing here?" he snarled, as a brown haired girl stood by the side of the bed. She smiled cheerfully and cocked her head to the side.
"Good morning!" she shrieked, with WAY too much enthusiasm. Vegeta winced and covered his princely ears.
"I'm Molly," the brown haired creature said, beaming and pointing to herself. "And these are my friends!" She pointed to four figures standing at the foot of his bed.
"These are Kelly, Katherine, Sarah, and Robyn," she said proudly. They all waved.
"Good morning, Midge!" they chorused. Vegeta sighed and pulled the covers over his head.
"Why am I here?" he moaned, the question obviously rhetorical. Molly and her sparkling wit decided to answer the question anyway.
"Actually, I'm not all too sure myself," she confessed, "Just something about being drunk, Alabama, and a block of cheese the size of Richard Simmons."
The troop stood quiet for a moment, until Kelly yelled, "Not to mention a duck!" Molly nodded wisely.
"Yes, the duck. Hey, where are you going?" Vegeta had gotten up and was walking away. Suddenly, he stopped.
"Why am I wearing a tutu?" he growled, looking down at his sparkly pink outfit. Sarah cleared her throat.
"Um, that was the drunk part," she explained. Vegeta nodded and looked around, trying to locate some pants. He suddenly paused.
"Why am I not in my room?" Katherine decided to field the question this time.
"That was Alabama!" she said cheerfully, pulling a chicken out from under her coat and beginning to stroke it. Vegeta eyed her warily, and then turned his gaze to the window. He ran over and put his hands on the windowsill, staring outside. Slowly he turned, eyes flashing.
"Why.am I not.in the City.of.the West?" he said slowly, trying not to explode. Robyn hemmed and hawed.
"That was, uh, the cheese," she said nervously, shuffling her feet. Vegeta made a Y.A.S.S.S.A. face (see disclaimer) and sat on the floor. A cloud of feathers swirled up around him, causing him to cough repeatedly.
"That was the duck, then?" he managed to choke out. Kelly shook her head.
"No, you ate a pillow while you were sleeping," she said pointedly. "But look down and see what the duck did."
Vegeta sighed and looked down. His eyes widened first in surprise, and then narrowed in anger.
"AAAAAAARRRRGH!!!!" The troop covered their ears and winced simultaneously.