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To everyone else, sorry about that. I'm just sorta scared that someone would take my story and say they wrote it. Now onto the story:
Vegeta Wears a Suit?!
Sweat dropped onto the ground as Vegeta trained in his capsule.
"Vegeta!" Bulma's face appeared on the communication screen. "You owe me the support money!"
"You want more!" he yelled back disbelieving (he meant more things, not more money).
"You owe the money!"
"How can I owe it to you if I don't have it?"
"Then you're in debt. You gave me the child now help me support him!"
Vegeta got up and turned the gravitron to its normal gravity level.
"You've stopped training?"
Could it be a sign of the apocalypse or is he just gonna kill Trunks?
He walked out and Bulma cut the communication.
Walking back to the house he passed Yamcha training with Krillin.
"What's the point?" he muttered.
He kept walking.
Bulma met up with him a few yards off with Trunks running behind.
"How would you expect me to give you child support?"
"Get a job."
"Yamcha," Krillin whispered, "That means he'll have to wear a suit for the interview."
They both burst out laughing.
Vegeta shot them both a look, which shut them up.
"And what do you suppose I do?"
"Work for my dad."
"Fine, where is he?"
"Dad really goes for all of the official stuff. You'll have to wear a suit and go for an actual interview so he knows where to put you."
"How am I suppose to get a suit?"
"Yamcha!" Bulma yelled, "Can Vegeta borrow your suit?"
"WHAT?!" Both Vegeta and Yamcha cried.
"Can Ve-"
"I heard what you said. You actually expect-"
"-me to wear his suit?"
"Either that or take care of Trunks."
"You mean dump him off a cliff," Krillin muttered.
"Mum!" Trunks complained, "I don't need dad taking care of me. Gohan's training me. What's child support?"
"It's where your dad has to pay me money to help look after you."
"How come dad's hair stands up without gel?"
"You little…," Vegeta growled, clenching his fist (A/N: I seriously can not believe I didn't get him to attack Trunks!).
"Cause that's just the way it is."
"Why is dad so small compared to Goku?"
"Why, you little br-"
"Trunks, don't ask questions like that."
Meanwhile, Yamcha and Krillin are on the ground howling laughter.
She took her son's hand and led him inside.
"Yamcha!" Vegeta yelled.
This just made them laugh harder. Especially since his name sounded so strange off Vegeta's tongue.
He looked at the area they were on and concentrated his energy,
"Ahhh!!!" Krillin screamed, "Vegeta! Stop it!"
He was creating an earthquake and had almost created an island out of the area on which they lay.
He calmed down (if possible).
"Yamcha, can I borrow a… a…"
"What?" Yamcha asked smirking.
"You know what!" Vegeta raged. Stamping his foot through the ground causing another earthquake.
"I'm not sure you'd fit. You'd probably have to ask Chi Chi for one of Gohan's old suits…"
Krillin stifled a giggle getting himself a glare from Vegeta.
"You expect me to wear one of Kakarot's brats suits?" Vegeta demanded.
"Uh… yeah."
He flew off to the 439 mountain area where Goku lives, leaving behind Yamcha and Krillin on the ground bawling their eyes out.
"Oh, what was that woman's name again?" Vegeta growled to himself, "Chi… Chi…. Chi Chi!"
He landed outside their home.
"CHI CHI!" he roared.
She looked out the window barely noticing it was Vegeta.
"Be quiet! Gohan's studying," she scolded.
Then turned away. A split second later…
"What!" she screamed in disbelief turning back to the window. Finally connecting the dots.
Vegeta was actually there.
"Goku!" she yelled.
He appeared behind her.
"Whoa. Why is Vegeta making a house call?" he demanded.
"Don't ask me," Chi Chi cried, "All I know is that he called for me." (In the tone I'm imaging, it just makes her seem laid back. And I've got Vegeta doing only one thing when he's "talking," screaming at anybody and everybody).
"Why?"
"CHI CHI!" Vegeta roared again.
Gohan chose that moment to wander into the room.
"Gohan," Vegeta yelled.
"Huh? Vegeta's making a house call?" he asked.
"Hey. That was my question."
"Ahhh!!!" Chi Chi screamed. Vegeta had sorta destroyed the door and stood in a "what-would-not-be-a-good-time-to-call-him-short mood".
"Kakarot. Leave, now," Vegeta ordered.
"Wh-"
"NOW!"
Goku left, not before raiding the fridge though.
Gohan stood protectively in front of his mother.
"What do you want Vegeta?" he demanded.
"Where's your room?"
"Last room to the left."
Vegeta walked off. Down the hall, into the last room on the left.
The bang was heard when Vegeta smashed through the door of Gohan's closet.
"What's he doing?"
Gohan ran off with Chi Chi and Goku following behind.
Vegeta threw almost every stitch of Gohan's clothing onto the floor.
"What are you looking for?" Gohan asked.
"Bulma get you?" Goku asked.
"Why?" Vegeta grunted, still going through it all.
"You're kidding!" Goku cried.
"Goku, what?" Chi Chi asked.
"Bulma got you for the child support money and now you have to get a job" (I can't believe I made him that smart!)
"What?!"
"And for the interview you have to wear a suit!"
Gohan and Chi Chi were bawling their eyes out.
"Was one of mine the only ones you'd fit?" Gohan asked, catching his breath.
Vegeta just grunted in response.
And now all 3 of them were on the floor bawling their eyes out.
Chi Chi got her act together first and got out Gohan's suit. The one he wore at 14. It fit Vegeta. He took it and left.
"That was rude," Chi Chi remarked.
"You expect him to say thank-you?"
"Of course."
"When's lunch?" Goku, duh, asked.
Goten walked in rubbing his eyes, "What's going on?"
"That family asks too many question," Vegeta thought.
Looking up you'd see a guy in blue spandex carrying a suit, flying. I wouldn't exactly call it normal.
"Hi, it's Bulma. Is my dad there?" she asked, as Vegeta walked though the door.
He threw the suit onto the couch and walked back out to train.
To be continued…
