Disclamer: Don't own it. But would sell my soul for it. Any takers?!
Content: Not for the weak, young, or mild of will. Language, and other things not suited for the
young and stupid. Just us old and stupids. Yeah, right I'm not that old.
Rating: On the rise.....like so many things.
A Twisted Tale
product of a twisted mind
Ch.1 What the .....
The day started off as normal as any other day. He got up... bitched at the woman...bitched
some more till she got up off her lazy ass and fixed his breakfast. Then he spent the morning in
'his room' as he liked to call the Gravitational Trainer. Lunch came and that went off with out
a hitched, thanks to the bubble headed blond and her eagerness to please. Then back to his room
to kick his own ass again. Yes, that's when the day took a nose dive into the crapper.
Goku arrived on the sceen shortly after lunch. And...oh, what a lunch it was too. He just
loved Chi's cooking. She new just how to fill a plate. Just the thought of it made him hungry
all over again. (a/n: man's just a gut with legs,lol.) He had decided after lunch to pay the
Prince a visit and see if they could spend a little quality time together....just the two of
them....beating the hell out of one another. "sigh" He loved a good fight. And the Prince was
easy to provoke in to one.
No sooner had he gotten the door closed to his room, that a knock sounded on it. To say he
was pissed, would have put it mildly. He nearly ripped the door off it's hinges at the prospect
of acturally killing the poor fool on the otherside.
The door had opened so fast he ended up finishing his knock on Vegita's head. Now if that
didn't entice the Prince into a fight, he wasn't sure what would. The Prince looked like he was
foaming at the mouth, or at least that was the image that came to his mind when he looked fully
on the snarling Prince.
"What the fuck do you want, idiot!" He snarled with as much vennom as he could.
"Ah,...Vegita...I thought we could spar..." Goku replied a little wary.
"Listen up you asshole, I train alone!" Vegita was beginning to wish he had not gotten up
this morning.
"Oh, so you want to just pay with yourself." He stated innocently.
Vegita was to shocked to respond immediatly, but recovered quickly. "What the hell is that
suppose to mean you fucker?!" Vegita wasn't sure what the fool was up to, but he was going to
find out. Even if it ment he had to beat it out of him.
"Well,...I think fighting is fun....and sparing is just playing around...um, while waiting
for a real fight to come along.....so, sparing alone is ...just playing with yourself....um...
OH!"
"Fool! Do you not know the differance between gratifying oneself and training?! Sparring is
a form of training, and should only be referred to as such!" Vegita was red, he wasn't sure if
it was mostly from the anger at being disturbed by this worlds resident fool....or if it was due
to his embarresment at the idiots innocent remark. And he could have done with out the visual
that kept insisting on playing through his mind.
"Geeze, Gita you don't have to take my head ..."
Vegita had had enough. He pounced on the gentle saiyan. He growled minacingly. "My name,
fool, is 'Vegita no Ouji'...not 'Gita', you asshole, now I going to pound this lesson home!"
"But I thought you only played with yourself?" Goku asked innocently. (a/n: yeah, right.
he's crusing for a brusing.)
With a primal roar, cat-like reflexes, and unhumanly speed.....Vegita was up and tossing
Goku's ass in to the GT. "Now your going to pay for that little remark,....I'm going to kick
your ass!!"
"Whoa, did you just say you were going to 'KISS' my ass?!" Goku pushed with a smile.
This was how the afternoon went. Untill, Vegita realised that he was being goaded and he
was to blind with hatred and anger to notice it sooner. He had to admit it had been a decent
ploy to get him in to a sparing session, if not a stupid one. Vegita mentally smacked himself
for falling for it, and from such an idiot too.
Goku was quite happy with himself and how he had managed to trick Vegita into sparing with
him. The distant Prince had refused him countless times, and he had seen the little man as the
only fighter who could posibly give him a decent spar. They were both saiyans, right? So, they
could both take as much as they dished.....hence a great spar.
The growling of stomachs anounced the dinner hour, and both men decided a break wouldn't
hurt...much.
The woman's mother had dinner already made and waiting for him. He noted that she had in-
cluded enough for the bottomless pit. Well, at least enough in theory.
Goku didn't wait to be asked he just sat down and dug in. The mere sight of food was an open
invitation for him. It was a well know love afair that he just couldn't control.
Vegita ate quitely, while Goku plowed through sounding like so many grazing animals. He kept
his eyes on his own plate, becaue to look up would cause him to loose his apatite and it might
spur the idiot to talk to him.
Oblivious to the world, Goku ate all of his share and a good portion of Vegita's untill this
fact was ....oh,so politly pointed out to him.
"Kakkerot, you asshole this is my meal!" Vegita hammered the point home by punching Goku in
the face. "Back to my room, now! I'm going to pound you're ass!!"
"'coff, coff' Vegita, I like you and all ....but can't we just go out to the GT and fight?!
Really, you're not my type."
He was shocked speachless, either this fool was provoking him or the idiot acturally believed
that he....the Prince of all Saiyans...had just proposistioned a third class fool. He stood still
staring at him in disbelif, and pointed to the door to the outside. " Get your fucked up ass out
to 'MY' GT 'ROOM', now before you are nothing more that a smear the woman and her mother will have
to clean up." He said in a dangerously reserved tone.
All Goku could think was round 2 coming up. He would be lying if he didn't admit for a second
he acturally thought Vegita might be coming on to him. But he quickly squalshed that thought and
covered his surprise with a poking comment.
The evening wore on till they were so tired they collapsed where they stood. In the morning
Dr. Briefs was greeted with an interesting sceen when he came to do some prescheduled repairs and
upgrades to the GT.
.................................................................................................
Well, what do you think so far? Can you just feel the suspence? Would you believe I'm just hanging
out in my boxers? Did you know that I have x-ray vision? Yeah, and some of you don't have matching
underware....that's so weird ladies, and I use that term loosly. Why are you still here? Go and
review Damnit!
Content: Not for the weak, young, or mild of will. Language, and other things not suited for the
young and stupid. Just us old and stupids. Yeah, right I'm not that old.
Rating: On the rise.....like so many things.
A Twisted Tale
product of a twisted mind
Ch.1 What the .....
The day started off as normal as any other day. He got up... bitched at the woman...bitched
some more till she got up off her lazy ass and fixed his breakfast. Then he spent the morning in
'his room' as he liked to call the Gravitational Trainer. Lunch came and that went off with out
a hitched, thanks to the bubble headed blond and her eagerness to please. Then back to his room
to kick his own ass again. Yes, that's when the day took a nose dive into the crapper.
Goku arrived on the sceen shortly after lunch. And...oh, what a lunch it was too. He just
loved Chi's cooking. She new just how to fill a plate. Just the thought of it made him hungry
all over again. (a/n: man's just a gut with legs,lol.) He had decided after lunch to pay the
Prince a visit and see if they could spend a little quality time together....just the two of
them....beating the hell out of one another. "sigh" He loved a good fight. And the Prince was
easy to provoke in to one.
No sooner had he gotten the door closed to his room, that a knock sounded on it. To say he
was pissed, would have put it mildly. He nearly ripped the door off it's hinges at the prospect
of acturally killing the poor fool on the otherside.
The door had opened so fast he ended up finishing his knock on Vegita's head. Now if that
didn't entice the Prince into a fight, he wasn't sure what would. The Prince looked like he was
foaming at the mouth, or at least that was the image that came to his mind when he looked fully
on the snarling Prince.
"What the fuck do you want, idiot!" He snarled with as much vennom as he could.
"Ah,...Vegita...I thought we could spar..." Goku replied a little wary.
"Listen up you asshole, I train alone!" Vegita was beginning to wish he had not gotten up
this morning.
"Oh, so you want to just pay with yourself." He stated innocently.
Vegita was to shocked to respond immediatly, but recovered quickly. "What the hell is that
suppose to mean you fucker?!" Vegita wasn't sure what the fool was up to, but he was going to
find out. Even if it ment he had to beat it out of him.
"Well,...I think fighting is fun....and sparing is just playing around...um, while waiting
for a real fight to come along.....so, sparing alone is ...just playing with yourself....um...
OH!"
"Fool! Do you not know the differance between gratifying oneself and training?! Sparring is
a form of training, and should only be referred to as such!" Vegita was red, he wasn't sure if
it was mostly from the anger at being disturbed by this worlds resident fool....or if it was due
to his embarresment at the idiots innocent remark. And he could have done with out the visual
that kept insisting on playing through his mind.
"Geeze, Gita you don't have to take my head ..."
Vegita had had enough. He pounced on the gentle saiyan. He growled minacingly. "My name,
fool, is 'Vegita no Ouji'...not 'Gita', you asshole, now I going to pound this lesson home!"
"But I thought you only played with yourself?" Goku asked innocently. (a/n: yeah, right.
he's crusing for a brusing.)
With a primal roar, cat-like reflexes, and unhumanly speed.....Vegita was up and tossing
Goku's ass in to the GT. "Now your going to pay for that little remark,....I'm going to kick
your ass!!"
"Whoa, did you just say you were going to 'KISS' my ass?!" Goku pushed with a smile.
This was how the afternoon went. Untill, Vegita realised that he was being goaded and he
was to blind with hatred and anger to notice it sooner. He had to admit it had been a decent
ploy to get him in to a sparing session, if not a stupid one. Vegita mentally smacked himself
for falling for it, and from such an idiot too.
Goku was quite happy with himself and how he had managed to trick Vegita into sparing with
him. The distant Prince had refused him countless times, and he had seen the little man as the
only fighter who could posibly give him a decent spar. They were both saiyans, right? So, they
could both take as much as they dished.....hence a great spar.
The growling of stomachs anounced the dinner hour, and both men decided a break wouldn't
hurt...much.
The woman's mother had dinner already made and waiting for him. He noted that she had in-
cluded enough for the bottomless pit. Well, at least enough in theory.
Goku didn't wait to be asked he just sat down and dug in. The mere sight of food was an open
invitation for him. It was a well know love afair that he just couldn't control.
Vegita ate quitely, while Goku plowed through sounding like so many grazing animals. He kept
his eyes on his own plate, becaue to look up would cause him to loose his apatite and it might
spur the idiot to talk to him.
Oblivious to the world, Goku ate all of his share and a good portion of Vegita's untill this
fact was ....oh,so politly pointed out to him.
"Kakkerot, you asshole this is my meal!" Vegita hammered the point home by punching Goku in
the face. "Back to my room, now! I'm going to pound you're ass!!"
"'coff, coff' Vegita, I like you and all ....but can't we just go out to the GT and fight?!
Really, you're not my type."
He was shocked speachless, either this fool was provoking him or the idiot acturally believed
that he....the Prince of all Saiyans...had just proposistioned a third class fool. He stood still
staring at him in disbelif, and pointed to the door to the outside. " Get your fucked up ass out
to 'MY' GT 'ROOM', now before you are nothing more that a smear the woman and her mother will have
to clean up." He said in a dangerously reserved tone.
All Goku could think was round 2 coming up. He would be lying if he didn't admit for a second
he acturally thought Vegita might be coming on to him. But he quickly squalshed that thought and
covered his surprise with a poking comment.
The evening wore on till they were so tired they collapsed where they stood. In the morning
Dr. Briefs was greeted with an interesting sceen when he came to do some prescheduled repairs and
upgrades to the GT.
.................................................................................................
Well, what do you think so far? Can you just feel the suspence? Would you believe I'm just hanging
out in my boxers? Did you know that I have x-ray vision? Yeah, and some of you don't have matching
underware....that's so weird ladies, and I use that term loosly. Why are you still here? Go and
review Damnit!