~*~*~*~*Author's Note:
Wai!!!! This is catzoid's first real fanfic! JOYOUS DAY!!!! Now as I
promised, I'm going to give credit where credit is due. I'd like to give a
special thanks to (AIM screen name here if you'd like to IM her) L6Fore
(Katie is her name) for giving me information on the Dragon Ball Z series
(I don't know that much...*is miserable* and I don't own it either...so
forgive me guys!!) and for helping me gather and create ideas for the fic!
Oh yeah, and I'd really like to know what you guys think, so Read and
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"You can't keep at it like this forever, you know."
"Shut-up."
Raditz rolled his eyes and watched his friend stagger back to his feet, only to be knocked down again by metallic energy blasts fired from little floating robots. "Just because she wasn't the one doesn't mean-"
"-'Doesn't mean' what?" Vegeta snarled as he finally dodged a blast.
"-that there aren't more where she came from," he finished exasperated with the prince his age. Vegeta was most possibly the most stubborn of all the Saijains...but he was also the strongest and to disagree with him could mean sure death. As a friend however, Raditz could push it a little.
He actually pitied the man though. For all his searching, Vegeta couldn't find a single suitable mate. It was beginning to look like there wasn't one. Of course, Raditz himself hadn't found his mate, but he was far more open to differences than Vegeta was.
Vegeta got a little closer to one of the robots, never letting his eyes wander from it's metallic shine, yet addressing Raditz. "You should know I did not really like her, Raditz. I was merely interested in her looks...which weren't all that great anyway. But there ARE more from Earth?"
"No, Vegeta. There's only one female on the whole planet."
"Just shut-up," Vegeta hissed as he destroyed one of his robotic attackers.
"I hardly said anything!" Raditz complained, but was silenced by a purple blast fired directly to his stomach. He yelled out in shock as he slammed against a neighboring wall; dust and blood everywhere. Moaning he got to his feet.
Vegeta suddenly stopped. "I'm sick of this. Turn it off, Raditz." Raditz was about to make a remark about being ordered around like a slave, but from the look in the prince's cold, distant eyes, Raditz decided it could very well mean his life if he didn't comply.
As he made his way over to the base of the machine, Raditz said to the silent prince, "We've been friends since we were children, Vegeta, so you can trust me when I tell you things like this...you're being stupid if you let this one, new disappointment stop you from your search."
The machine beeped in protest as Raditz typed in the code for OFF mode. The lights on the colorful keys blinked a few times, and then cooled, showing the thing was off.
"You wouldn't understand, Raditz," Vegeta hissed, grabbing a coarse towel from the rack nailed to the wall. "You couldn't understand. She's the only female ever to resist...it was strange. I almost regretted killing her after she refused to bloody look at me."
He leaned against the red-tiled walls, relaxing. "Your Highness, of course I can understand. We ALL want to find our mates. Besides, you've slept with nearly every female on the planet by now...you're bound to find her soon. It's just those stupid marks-"
"Do NOT remind me."
"-Right."
"You know, Raditz," Vegeta started angrily as he placed his hand on the identifier. The thing glowed blue, beeped annoyingly and whirred. After about two minutes the snail-like thing finally recognized the prince's handprint, and opened the door to let them out.
"We need better scientists?" he tried.
Vegeta actually smiled a little, causing Raditz to feel very pleased with himself. It was rare that a smile came from the stony prince on any occasion. "Yes, I guess we do, don't we? Those freakishly slow machines the scientists call 'revolutionary' are far too slow. It's a pity he won't live to see the light of tomorrow."
Raditz followed his prince out of the gravity enhancer and walked with him through an emptied hallway. "Who?"
Vegeta smirked, "Who do you think? The head scientist...well now that I think about it, all of the scientists will be dead before dawn."
Raditz snickered; the thought of spilling blood thrilled them both to no end. "Yeah? Do you get to do the honors?" he asked, not caring the least about why Vegeta wanted to kill them. He had a good guess anyway: the machines were too slow and it was painfully apparent that other planets were exceeding them in technology. He smiled. The prince would make an excellent king...if only he could find a mate, or just forget about it altogether! It was not unheard of to have a solitary leader. It might actually be what we need, Raditz thought.
Suddenly a female Saijain came into view at the far end of the marble hallway, running and laughing as she went.
Both Raditz and Vegeta had to cock an eyebrow.
But then it all made sense. A sturdy male Saijain came into view as well, only seconds behind the female. "Come on Soupara!" the male was laughing, "it's been 3 whole days!"
"Three whole days?" the female, "Soupara" was laughing as she continued to run, "Since what my lord? We last shared a bed? Well you'll have to catch me if we're to do it ever again!" Her laughter trickled through the air and mixed in with the deep rumbling of the male's laughter.
Just as suddenly as she came, the female came to an abrupt halt, just in front of the icy prince and his best friend. The male finally caught up to Soupara, and stopped out of breath, yet gasping at the sight of one of royal blood.
"Y...Y-your H-highness!" they both stuttered, now down on their knees-faces bent downward, equally afraid. "F-forgive us!"
"What is this?" Vegeta asked, truly curious yet not letting it show.
A look of immense relief flooded onto the couple's faces. "We-we're newly mated!" the female exclaimed excitedly. "Yes!" the male agreed happily, "My mark fit the lovely Soupara here, see Your Grace?" The male gleefully pulled the female's sleeve down, to reveal 4 real indentations. "When I first saw her mark...I knew it had to be her...that she was the one, Your Highness," the male explained, "and when I actually bit her, it created real indentations...we were meant to be!"
The female laughed and slapped her mate's hand away. "You did that just to look down my shirt! Didn't you?!" Again, the laughter.
The male shrugged, slyly. "Maybe," he growled playfully as they touched noses.
Vegeta's eyes flashed. How dare they...?! Everyone knew he hadn't found his mate yet...how dare they make him so jealous? He held up his right hand, as a small yellow, glowing ball appeared, hovering in front of it.
The young, happy couple slowly stopped their nuzzling and turned to look at the source of the new pale light. Their eyes widened in fear. "B-but...!" the female cried as the blast grew to the size of a dragon's egg, split apart to two distinct balls and shot through their bodies; it killed them both instantly.
The Saijain prince relaxed his shoulders and stepped on the happy couple as he made his way to his rooms a few halls over; not once looking back for recognition from his friend. He didn't really care what Raditz thought at the moment.
Vegeta refused to show it, but it stung him that he hadn't found a mate yet...and he was already 25! But he wouldn't give up. Oh yes, he'd find her. And when I do, he snarled in his thoughts, I will demand to know why she has been evading me!
"How old is she going to be tonight?" Raditz called after the fleeting prince.
Vegeta frowned in disgust. No one seemed to understand that he found no pleasure in having to sleep with women who weren't his mate. He only slept with them because tradition demanded that he find one, and until he did he was to be supplied with them. Vegeta would never tell anyone of his feelings, though.
"Don't know, don't care."
Raditz watched the killer turn left at the end of the hall, and looked down without expression at the two bodies laying together on the cold, now charred, marble floor. The shock and horror on their faces was truly pitiful.
"Well," he said aloud to the silence looming around him, staring at the faces of the two Saijains, "you deserved to die if you die with such pathetic looks on your faces. No self-respecting Saijain would ever die with such a look upon their face."
He bent down and gazed at the female. She was slightly pretty, hair cropped in a short style, eyes starry, and body slightly muscular as Saijain woman's body should be. The male he cared nothing for.
One could tell Raditz felt slightly bad for the couple though.especially the female. On his first thought, Raditz thought Vegeta should have spared her. But then upon further deliberation, Raditz realized that Vegeta had shown mercy.he had let them die together so that one would not miss the other as they lived their life. But to kill a woman.that was rather low, and quite bad for the economy anyway. The women made up only 35% of the Saijain race. They needed more.
Suddenly Raditz's sensitive nose caught the smell of sensuous cinnamon and vanilla. Shocked he lowered his head to the female's stomach. His eyes widened in shock and horror-equal to that of the couples faces upon their death. The female contained a fertilized egg inside her-growing to be a baby Saijain.
Completely shocked he came to his feet and slowly walked down the hall, looking back twice. True mates were so hard to find.and therefore children were even harder to conceive. Their race was dying and Vegeta was out killing women and children.
Still dazed Raditz turned right at the end of the hallway, over to his guest rooms.
The man is going to go insane from the torture of not being able to find his Saijain mate! Damn those bite marks! Damn them all! Raditz screamed in his mind, and aloud whispered, "Where can we possibly find her?!"
********
"Bulma!" Glitter screamed, quite close to hysterics, "Come on! We're going to be late!"
"I KNOW!" Bulma screamed back, "I'm coming! I just have to check this last e-mail."
Glitter growled fiercely and began storming up the stairs, headed toward Bulma's rooms. "Bulma Briefs! You get your ass off that chair, come down here and get us to that party!"
Bulma chose to ignore her best, now angry, friend and instead clicked on the strange e-mail. It was from a server she had never heard of before, and she had to run a quick scanner program (made by herself, of course!) to make sure it wasn't a stupid virus.
The e-mail she read, once cleared by her scanner program, was shocking to say the least. "Glit...!" she started excitedly, "Glit get your ass up here and check this out!"
Glitter stormed into the room and slammed the door so hard behind her it fell off its hinges. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST CHECK IT LATER-oh my God what does that say? IS THAT FROM A DIFFERENT PLANET?!?!"
"Yes..." Bulma whispered, thrilled to the point of passing out, "It's a royal summons from the planet...'Vegetasi'...apparently."
Glitter's mouth formed the shape of the word several times, and then she finally quit trying to say it.
"Bulma..." she started.
"Umm...yeah?"
"That's...that's my home planet...Vegetasi..."
Silence filled the room. "Really?" she asked, "You sure?"
"Yes."
"Wow..."
Silence again. The clock on the wall ticked a minute farther and then struck 11:00 PM. The room seemed eerily dark, illuminated only by the faint bluish-glow of the computer screen.
"I don't believe it...!" Bulma finally exclaimed, "They want me, my mom, dad and a friend to come up and work on a project for them!"
Glitter made a faint noise, "Look there." She pointed to a section of the formal message. "It says: 'Due to a loss of our previous scientists...' What do you think that means...?"
Bulma turned her head slightly to the side and answered, "Well I guess that means they fired all of their last scientists...and now they want us to come work for them instead. It doesn't say extremely long-term though...so I guess it'll only be for a few years at most; I won't be living there."
"Well are you gonna answer it or what?!" Glitter demanded, which caused Bulma to smile. Her friend was quite high-spirited, like her, only her Saijain blood caused her more violence than Bulma cared to demonstrate.
Bulma quickly typed in a command that sent an automated e-mail back to the sender. She created it years ago. All it contained was a "thank you" for offering, and a "yes, I/we accept your kind offer" in closing. She had gotten so sick of personalized business letters that the automated message was a great idea.
"Look," Bulma pointed out, "the message type...look how old it is! It must be 20 years outdated! Shouldn't a palace have up-to-the-minute technology?"
Glitter shrugged and placed a hand on her friend's shoulders and helped her up. "What about the party?" Bulma asked laughing, smoothing out her leather mini-skirt, identical to Glitter's. "Screw the party! This is going to take a lot of and packing!"
Again, there was silence.
"Do you think they'll be scary? You know...I've never actually BEEN to my home planet..." Glitter asked, finally breaking the sheet of quiet.
"Do you think they'll have better technology than us...? That they're just not showing it in this letter?" Bulma asked next.
"DO YOU THINK THEY'LL HAVE HOT GUYS?!" both girls demanded of each other, before erupting into a fit of laughter and girlish giggles.
"We'll need this!" Bulma exclaimed happily, holding up her special capsule: Capsule X. Capsule X had an extra button on it that, when pressed, it read the users mind and turned into whatever the user was thinking of.
"Ooo! Gimme one!" Glitter begged, "Puhleeeeeeaaaassssssssseeeeeee!!!"
Bulma laughed and threw her two, and grabbed another extra one for herself as well. "Just in case!"
Glitter nodded and snickered. "Thank God they're reusable!"
"Huh?"
She threw her capsule down on the ground in front of her and picked up the pillow it had turned into. "Think fast!" she laughed as she nailed her un- expecting friend right in the head.
Bulma screamed as she was knocked down to the ground, but at the same time, threw her capsule out, creating a mirror image of Glit's pillow. "That wasn't fair!" she laughed as she tried to whack Glitter, but of course, Glitter was faster, and dodged it. Never fear though, for she was still a Saijain-she ran smack into a wall.
Bulma laughed and jumped on her strong, raven haired friend, eventually wrestling with her. "Die, die, die!" she laughed as she kicked, punched and grabbed.
Suddenly both girls threw their pillows high into the air and got to their feet, laughing, giggling and screaming all the way.
"We're going to Vegetasi! We're going to Vegetasi!" they screamed happily, holding hands and jumping up and down. "We're going to Vegetasi!!!!!"
###I know this Chapter was reaaaaallly bad, but I PROMISE it gets MUCH better, and it DOES have humor in it!!! Please review.if you don't I won't write more!###
"You can't keep at it like this forever, you know."
"Shut-up."
Raditz rolled his eyes and watched his friend stagger back to his feet, only to be knocked down again by metallic energy blasts fired from little floating robots. "Just because she wasn't the one doesn't mean-"
"-'Doesn't mean' what?" Vegeta snarled as he finally dodged a blast.
"-that there aren't more where she came from," he finished exasperated with the prince his age. Vegeta was most possibly the most stubborn of all the Saijains...but he was also the strongest and to disagree with him could mean sure death. As a friend however, Raditz could push it a little.
He actually pitied the man though. For all his searching, Vegeta couldn't find a single suitable mate. It was beginning to look like there wasn't one. Of course, Raditz himself hadn't found his mate, but he was far more open to differences than Vegeta was.
Vegeta got a little closer to one of the robots, never letting his eyes wander from it's metallic shine, yet addressing Raditz. "You should know I did not really like her, Raditz. I was merely interested in her looks...which weren't all that great anyway. But there ARE more from Earth?"
"No, Vegeta. There's only one female on the whole planet."
"Just shut-up," Vegeta hissed as he destroyed one of his robotic attackers.
"I hardly said anything!" Raditz complained, but was silenced by a purple blast fired directly to his stomach. He yelled out in shock as he slammed against a neighboring wall; dust and blood everywhere. Moaning he got to his feet.
Vegeta suddenly stopped. "I'm sick of this. Turn it off, Raditz." Raditz was about to make a remark about being ordered around like a slave, but from the look in the prince's cold, distant eyes, Raditz decided it could very well mean his life if he didn't comply.
As he made his way over to the base of the machine, Raditz said to the silent prince, "We've been friends since we were children, Vegeta, so you can trust me when I tell you things like this...you're being stupid if you let this one, new disappointment stop you from your search."
The machine beeped in protest as Raditz typed in the code for OFF mode. The lights on the colorful keys blinked a few times, and then cooled, showing the thing was off.
"You wouldn't understand, Raditz," Vegeta hissed, grabbing a coarse towel from the rack nailed to the wall. "You couldn't understand. She's the only female ever to resist...it was strange. I almost regretted killing her after she refused to bloody look at me."
He leaned against the red-tiled walls, relaxing. "Your Highness, of course I can understand. We ALL want to find our mates. Besides, you've slept with nearly every female on the planet by now...you're bound to find her soon. It's just those stupid marks-"
"Do NOT remind me."
"-Right."
"You know, Raditz," Vegeta started angrily as he placed his hand on the identifier. The thing glowed blue, beeped annoyingly and whirred. After about two minutes the snail-like thing finally recognized the prince's handprint, and opened the door to let them out.
"We need better scientists?" he tried.
Vegeta actually smiled a little, causing Raditz to feel very pleased with himself. It was rare that a smile came from the stony prince on any occasion. "Yes, I guess we do, don't we? Those freakishly slow machines the scientists call 'revolutionary' are far too slow. It's a pity he won't live to see the light of tomorrow."
Raditz followed his prince out of the gravity enhancer and walked with him through an emptied hallway. "Who?"
Vegeta smirked, "Who do you think? The head scientist...well now that I think about it, all of the scientists will be dead before dawn."
Raditz snickered; the thought of spilling blood thrilled them both to no end. "Yeah? Do you get to do the honors?" he asked, not caring the least about why Vegeta wanted to kill them. He had a good guess anyway: the machines were too slow and it was painfully apparent that other planets were exceeding them in technology. He smiled. The prince would make an excellent king...if only he could find a mate, or just forget about it altogether! It was not unheard of to have a solitary leader. It might actually be what we need, Raditz thought.
Suddenly a female Saijain came into view at the far end of the marble hallway, running and laughing as she went.
Both Raditz and Vegeta had to cock an eyebrow.
But then it all made sense. A sturdy male Saijain came into view as well, only seconds behind the female. "Come on Soupara!" the male was laughing, "it's been 3 whole days!"
"Three whole days?" the female, "Soupara" was laughing as she continued to run, "Since what my lord? We last shared a bed? Well you'll have to catch me if we're to do it ever again!" Her laughter trickled through the air and mixed in with the deep rumbling of the male's laughter.
Just as suddenly as she came, the female came to an abrupt halt, just in front of the icy prince and his best friend. The male finally caught up to Soupara, and stopped out of breath, yet gasping at the sight of one of royal blood.
"Y...Y-your H-highness!" they both stuttered, now down on their knees-faces bent downward, equally afraid. "F-forgive us!"
"What is this?" Vegeta asked, truly curious yet not letting it show.
A look of immense relief flooded onto the couple's faces. "We-we're newly mated!" the female exclaimed excitedly. "Yes!" the male agreed happily, "My mark fit the lovely Soupara here, see Your Grace?" The male gleefully pulled the female's sleeve down, to reveal 4 real indentations. "When I first saw her mark...I knew it had to be her...that she was the one, Your Highness," the male explained, "and when I actually bit her, it created real indentations...we were meant to be!"
The female laughed and slapped her mate's hand away. "You did that just to look down my shirt! Didn't you?!" Again, the laughter.
The male shrugged, slyly. "Maybe," he growled playfully as they touched noses.
Vegeta's eyes flashed. How dare they...?! Everyone knew he hadn't found his mate yet...how dare they make him so jealous? He held up his right hand, as a small yellow, glowing ball appeared, hovering in front of it.
The young, happy couple slowly stopped their nuzzling and turned to look at the source of the new pale light. Their eyes widened in fear. "B-but...!" the female cried as the blast grew to the size of a dragon's egg, split apart to two distinct balls and shot through their bodies; it killed them both instantly.
The Saijain prince relaxed his shoulders and stepped on the happy couple as he made his way to his rooms a few halls over; not once looking back for recognition from his friend. He didn't really care what Raditz thought at the moment.
Vegeta refused to show it, but it stung him that he hadn't found a mate yet...and he was already 25! But he wouldn't give up. Oh yes, he'd find her. And when I do, he snarled in his thoughts, I will demand to know why she has been evading me!
"How old is she going to be tonight?" Raditz called after the fleeting prince.
Vegeta frowned in disgust. No one seemed to understand that he found no pleasure in having to sleep with women who weren't his mate. He only slept with them because tradition demanded that he find one, and until he did he was to be supplied with them. Vegeta would never tell anyone of his feelings, though.
"Don't know, don't care."
Raditz watched the killer turn left at the end of the hall, and looked down without expression at the two bodies laying together on the cold, now charred, marble floor. The shock and horror on their faces was truly pitiful.
"Well," he said aloud to the silence looming around him, staring at the faces of the two Saijains, "you deserved to die if you die with such pathetic looks on your faces. No self-respecting Saijain would ever die with such a look upon their face."
He bent down and gazed at the female. She was slightly pretty, hair cropped in a short style, eyes starry, and body slightly muscular as Saijain woman's body should be. The male he cared nothing for.
One could tell Raditz felt slightly bad for the couple though.especially the female. On his first thought, Raditz thought Vegeta should have spared her. But then upon further deliberation, Raditz realized that Vegeta had shown mercy.he had let them die together so that one would not miss the other as they lived their life. But to kill a woman.that was rather low, and quite bad for the economy anyway. The women made up only 35% of the Saijain race. They needed more.
Suddenly Raditz's sensitive nose caught the smell of sensuous cinnamon and vanilla. Shocked he lowered his head to the female's stomach. His eyes widened in shock and horror-equal to that of the couples faces upon their death. The female contained a fertilized egg inside her-growing to be a baby Saijain.
Completely shocked he came to his feet and slowly walked down the hall, looking back twice. True mates were so hard to find.and therefore children were even harder to conceive. Their race was dying and Vegeta was out killing women and children.
Still dazed Raditz turned right at the end of the hallway, over to his guest rooms.
The man is going to go insane from the torture of not being able to find his Saijain mate! Damn those bite marks! Damn them all! Raditz screamed in his mind, and aloud whispered, "Where can we possibly find her?!"
********
"Bulma!" Glitter screamed, quite close to hysterics, "Come on! We're going to be late!"
"I KNOW!" Bulma screamed back, "I'm coming! I just have to check this last e-mail."
Glitter growled fiercely and began storming up the stairs, headed toward Bulma's rooms. "Bulma Briefs! You get your ass off that chair, come down here and get us to that party!"
Bulma chose to ignore her best, now angry, friend and instead clicked on the strange e-mail. It was from a server she had never heard of before, and she had to run a quick scanner program (made by herself, of course!) to make sure it wasn't a stupid virus.
The e-mail she read, once cleared by her scanner program, was shocking to say the least. "Glit...!" she started excitedly, "Glit get your ass up here and check this out!"
Glitter stormed into the room and slammed the door so hard behind her it fell off its hinges. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST CHECK IT LATER-oh my God what does that say? IS THAT FROM A DIFFERENT PLANET?!?!"
"Yes..." Bulma whispered, thrilled to the point of passing out, "It's a royal summons from the planet...'Vegetasi'...apparently."
Glitter's mouth formed the shape of the word several times, and then she finally quit trying to say it.
"Bulma..." she started.
"Umm...yeah?"
"That's...that's my home planet...Vegetasi..."
Silence filled the room. "Really?" she asked, "You sure?"
"Yes."
"Wow..."
Silence again. The clock on the wall ticked a minute farther and then struck 11:00 PM. The room seemed eerily dark, illuminated only by the faint bluish-glow of the computer screen.
"I don't believe it...!" Bulma finally exclaimed, "They want me, my mom, dad and a friend to come up and work on a project for them!"
Glitter made a faint noise, "Look there." She pointed to a section of the formal message. "It says: 'Due to a loss of our previous scientists...' What do you think that means...?"
Bulma turned her head slightly to the side and answered, "Well I guess that means they fired all of their last scientists...and now they want us to come work for them instead. It doesn't say extremely long-term though...so I guess it'll only be for a few years at most; I won't be living there."
"Well are you gonna answer it or what?!" Glitter demanded, which caused Bulma to smile. Her friend was quite high-spirited, like her, only her Saijain blood caused her more violence than Bulma cared to demonstrate.
Bulma quickly typed in a command that sent an automated e-mail back to the sender. She created it years ago. All it contained was a "thank you" for offering, and a "yes, I/we accept your kind offer" in closing. She had gotten so sick of personalized business letters that the automated message was a great idea.
"Look," Bulma pointed out, "the message type...look how old it is! It must be 20 years outdated! Shouldn't a palace have up-to-the-minute technology?"
Glitter shrugged and placed a hand on her friend's shoulders and helped her up. "What about the party?" Bulma asked laughing, smoothing out her leather mini-skirt, identical to Glitter's. "Screw the party! This is going to take a lot of and packing!"
Again, there was silence.
"Do you think they'll be scary? You know...I've never actually BEEN to my home planet..." Glitter asked, finally breaking the sheet of quiet.
"Do you think they'll have better technology than us...? That they're just not showing it in this letter?" Bulma asked next.
"DO YOU THINK THEY'LL HAVE HOT GUYS?!" both girls demanded of each other, before erupting into a fit of laughter and girlish giggles.
"We'll need this!" Bulma exclaimed happily, holding up her special capsule: Capsule X. Capsule X had an extra button on it that, when pressed, it read the users mind and turned into whatever the user was thinking of.
"Ooo! Gimme one!" Glitter begged, "Puhleeeeeeaaaassssssssseeeeeee!!!"
Bulma laughed and threw her two, and grabbed another extra one for herself as well. "Just in case!"
Glitter nodded and snickered. "Thank God they're reusable!"
"Huh?"
She threw her capsule down on the ground in front of her and picked up the pillow it had turned into. "Think fast!" she laughed as she nailed her un- expecting friend right in the head.
Bulma screamed as she was knocked down to the ground, but at the same time, threw her capsule out, creating a mirror image of Glit's pillow. "That wasn't fair!" she laughed as she tried to whack Glitter, but of course, Glitter was faster, and dodged it. Never fear though, for she was still a Saijain-she ran smack into a wall.
Bulma laughed and jumped on her strong, raven haired friend, eventually wrestling with her. "Die, die, die!" she laughed as she kicked, punched and grabbed.
Suddenly both girls threw their pillows high into the air and got to their feet, laughing, giggling and screaming all the way.
"We're going to Vegetasi! We're going to Vegetasi!" they screamed happily, holding hands and jumping up and down. "We're going to Vegetasi!!!!!"
###I know this Chapter was reaaaaallly bad, but I PROMISE it gets MUCH better, and it DOES have humor in it!!! Please review.if you don't I won't write more!###