Chapter 2
"Vegeta, it was only a novel." Bulma said, once again not being very supportive. Trunks was over at Gotens because Vegeta and Bulma needed some time alone to calm Veggie down. "Would it help if I let you Ki Blast it?" There was a wretching sound from outside. It sounded like somebody in a trash bag. Vegeta shook his head. "Whats the problem if I appreciate you more?" Bulma looked at Veggie wryly. "Because. The Vegeta I know is an @$$. He's rude and selfish and very mean. He doesnt appreciate me at all." "You just think he dont." Vegeta said. "Oh, and now your using CONTRACTIONS?" She said. "Vegeta Breifs, your 41 years old, you live in a big house with alot of money, you have black hair, black eyes, your favorite show is Will and Grace, you love to punch people, you like to torture fish, and your the one who poisened Yamcha's dog. Now are you convinced I know everything about you?" "Not EVERYTHING." Vegeta said evilly. "What is that supposed to mean?" Bulma said. "Do you have another woman?" Vegeta shook his head. "No. Worse." Bulma narrowed her eyes. "You steal money from Trunks' piggy bank?"
"No. Lower." "Ummm....you killed Abraham Lincoln?" "No, and who the hell is he?" "You ummmmm....youve been drugging me?"
"No, woman, gosh, get with the program." "Well, your just mean then if you wont tell me!! And your obsessed with books, you READING nerd. You BOOKWORM!!" Vegeta was outraged. "NOOO!!" He gasped. "Im no bookworm!! YOUR a nagger!! And you get all your precious money from your daddy because you can't invent anything!!"
"Where do you think your gravity room came from? Oh, and your training suit. AND the Dragonball detector?!" "YOUR DADDYS BRAIN!!" "YOUR MOMMA!!"
"MY MOMMA DIED WHEN I WAS 3!!" "How could I have thought you could have another woman?! What other woman would want to put up with YOU!!" "YOU, OBVIOUSLY!!" Bulma shoved Vegeta slightly. He shoved her back. She shoved harder, and he shoved her across the room. She slapped him and he raised a fist. "IF YOU HIT ME I'LL KILL YOU!!" She said. Vegeta laughed. "My secret is this..." He said. "I tortured YOUR fish." BUlma stared at Vegeta. Her face was turning red. Her fists were clenched. She took a deep breath, and....started to laugh. "YOU tortured my FISH?Thats the big secret?!" Vegeta nodded. "Great, huh?" "Yeah..."Bulma said. "Sorry about the comment that no other woman would want you." "Sorry I said you were a nagger and you couldent invent." They both shrugged,then walked away.Trunks flew in the door. "Mommy." He said. "She turned around."What is it Trunks?"
"Its Monday. I'm supposed to be in school." Bulma's eyes got big. "VEGETA, FLY TRUNKS TO SCHOOL!!" "Okay." Vegeta said, getting ready to take off. "But wait, where's school?"
"Its down the road a ways. You should see it."
"But what is it? What does he do in this 'school'?" "He reads and writes and recites poetry.Now get going!!" "Reads?" Vegeta said. Bulma nodded. "HURRY!!" She said. "Could I go to school? And read?"
"Yes, Vegeta, yes, but theres a special school for people our age. So fly Trunks to school and I'll tell you what it is. HURRY!!" So Vegeta flew Trunks to school and came back. "Now tell me about this grown-up school." Bulma pulled out a pamphlet. "This is a pamphlet from the college I went to, West City Tech." "College?! I said school, you baka!!" "College is school, you stupid fag!! Its a school for grownups, but you hafta take a test to get in." "Test?" Said Veggie, cocking his head.Bulma slapped her brow. "vegeta, its very hard to get into college. Since your a prince, your schooling isn't the greatest. I doubt you could even make a 50 on the test!!But of course there is an alternative. If you have a failing test, maybe if your admissions essay was really good they'd let you in to make up for it, if you had good vocab." "Bulma, could you help me get into this special school?" "Sure. All you hafta do is make your essay a video." "Okay." So they did. And this is how it goes.
"Hello, this is Vegeta Briefs. I'm from West City, Japan, and I would love to be in college. And if you dont admit me, I'll blow all your Baka heads off!! I am the prince of all saiyans, and because of that, you have to let me in. All have you know my father was the king of an intire planet, Vegeta. I am a mighty Saiyan. Admit me, and I may spare your lives!!"
Here are the judges comments: "Vegeta? What kinda name is that?"
"Blow our heads off? Is that a threat?!" "Prince?" "Saiyan?" "Planet Vegeta?" "Spare our lives?"
*THE NEXT MONDAY* "Bulma, do you think my college admissions results will come in today?" Vegeta asked hopefully. Trunks was asleep with his head in a bowl of sloppy, soggy cereal. "Maybe, Veggie." Bulma said. "Eat your carrots. With all that reading you've been doing, those outta help." Vegeta jammed a fork into a carrot and tossed it outside. There was a chomping noise as Picollo, in the trash bag, gobbled down the carrot. "I dont care about carrots." Vegeta said. "I want Big Macs." "You know how important it is to stay in shape." Bulma nagged. "Especially according to Martha Stuart." Vegeta gobbled down the carrots. Bulma frowned. She thought it bad that she, being his WIFE, couldent even get him to eat carrots unless she mentioned Martha Stuart. Vegeta glanced at Trunks. "Whats wrong with the brat? Isn't he going to school?"
"Please dont call him that, and no, he's not going because he's so tired from training with you." Vegeta frowned. "Dam*. I enjoy reading the bulliten board when I take him in there." Trunks woke up. "Where am I? Huh??" "Knock him out so he won't be confused."
*BAM* *CLUNK* "Thats getting kind of boring." Vegeta said. "It used to be fun but now it seems like it might be wrong." Vegeta picked up the book Cujo. He started at page 1. "You might be sitting there for a while." Bulma said, so she got him 2 pillows. One to sit on and one to lean against.
2 hours later, Bulma had gotten the results of the college admition essay. They werent good. Not only had they not admitted him, which would make Vegeta mad, but they had also formed a lawsuit because Vegeta had threatened them. Vegeta was on page 102. "Ummm....Veggie, I needa talk to you in here!!" Bulma said from her room. Vegeta walked into the room. "What is it, Bulma? Cujo is going nuts!!"(If you dont know, Cujo is a book about a St. Bernard dog who goes rabid and kills 4 people)"Well, honey, it's about your test and essay results...." She opened the letter. "It says,'Dear Mr. Breifs, Im sorry but we could not accept your test or essay as compatible for college. 1st of all, you wrote several words that were obsene or cursing when you didnt know the answer, and on number 42, you drew a dead body. on number 11, you drew a nasty monster. You got a 20 on the test. The only ones you got right were ones concerning pain. And as for the admitions essay, well, you didnt make it because you made several threats, you mentioned a race of people and a planet that does not exist, and the essay was not related to our standards at all. So you didn't make it. And by the way, Mr. Breifs, our lawyer will be contacting you about the lawsuit we filed due to the threats." Bulma took a breath. "Vegeta, do you know how much money this lawsuit could cost us?"
"No." Vegeta looked angry.
"Well, it's alot. I may have to work overtime about 6 times. WAY overtime. LIke, 5 hours overtime a DAY!!" Vegeta didn't look suprised. "I wanted to be in college." He said. "They said I wasn't well read!!! As far as they no I could have read the entire constitution!!" "Vegeta, the constitution isn't that long." "I DONT CARE!! I WANNA BE IN COLLEGE!!" Vegeta powered up. "Veggie!! As good as you look blonde, this is no time to get angry. We just simply have to show the college how smart you really are?" "And how are we going to do that, woman?! I've got a bad temper and a drunk living in a trashsack on my frontlawn!! What does that say?" "Well, Veggie, you could try again and be nice." "NICE?!" "Uh huh." Vegeta didnt like that idea. "Fine, woman. We'll start tomarrow." Vegeta layed down on the bed and began to read. Bulma felt so sorry for Vegeta she almost cryed. Vegeta's eyes squinted. "Bulma, my head hurts." He said. "And my eyes feel funny." BUlma sat by Vegeta on the bed. "What do you mean 'funny'?" "Just funny. LIke../...fuzzy. The words look fuzzy." "Do I look fuzzy?!"
"Only when you go far away. LIke over there." He pointed to a dresser with a clown on it. "That clown right there looks fuzzy." Bulma covered his right eye."Better?" "Worse." She covered his right. "How about now?"
"About the same." "Maybe we should take you to see a doctor." Bulma said. "I doubt its anything serious, but we probley should." Vegeta hesitated. "Bulma, I don't like doctors." "And when have you ever been to one?" "I went with you when they took pictures of Trunks inside your tummy 'cause you made me. He looks real funny and rubs blue stuff on your stomach and then he puts something on there to take pictures, and it looks uncomfortable." "Vegeta, are you Pregnant?" "NO!!" "Then they wont do that to u." Bulma grabbed Veggie's hand and pulled him up. "Come on, let's go." She said, and pulled him along. "Now, Vegeta, you have to be good in the doctors office. He's a very nice man."
"I bet." Vegeta replied.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs!" Said Dr.FagFace."I'm Dr.FagFace, and I'll be examining your eyes today." Vegeta grunted. "Be nice, Veggie." Bulma warned. "Hello Dr. Fag--*Giggle*Face." Bulma was also laughing quietly. "How's Trunks?" Dr. FagFace asked. Bulma shrugged. "You know how little boys go. Once in a while theres a scraped knee, but thats pretty much it." Vegeta grunted. "Are you going to look at my eyes, or flirt with my wife?" Doctor FagFace looked embarrased. "Yeah, thats right. WIFE. So stop dicking around and look into my eyes already!!" He shined a light directly into Vegeta's right eye."OW!!" Vegeta said, and launched a powerball that made Dr. Fagface fly into the wall. "Look who's talking OW!!" Mr FagFace said. "Mrs. Breifs, if your husband does one more thing like that, I'm afraid I'll have to ask him to leave-- but your welcome as long as you'd like." Vegeta growled. "If you talk to her one more time I'll blow your head off, Dr.FagFace!!" He looked startled. "Fine. Whatever." He shined the little light in Vegeta's ear. "Whats my ear go to do with my eyes?" He asked, annoyed. "You could have meningitus, a deasease of the brain, you dolt." "DOLT?!Why I outta...." "Behave yourself Vegeta." Bulma said sternly. Dr.Fagface looked at Bulma with a smile. Vegeta roared and screamed and growled at the same time. He powered up so an aura was around him. He punched Dr.FagFace into the wall, unhinging his jaw. "DONT LOOK AT HER EITHER!!" Bulma giggled as Vegeta powered down. Dr.FagFace got up, with a bruised face. "Mr Breifs, one more punch or assault or verbal attack and you'll have a lawsuit on your hands as well as a medical bill!!" Vegeta mocked him. "Just examine me so I'll get at least HALF of what I payed for.I payed for a doctor, they gave me a quack. I asked for somebody to make me well, but YOU MAKE ME SICK." "Lay down, Mr. Breifs." Dr. FagFace said. Vegeta looked at Bulma. She nodded, so he did. The doctor pressed on Vegeta's stomach all over. "What are you doing, Feeling me up?"
"No, Mr. Breifs. I'm making sure your organs are alright." "My organs are fine." Dr.PagFace beat on Vegeta's knee with the hammer. "Hit Me!!" He said, and cracked Dr. FagFace's wrist. Dr. FagFace, startled, stumbled into Bulma. This enraged Vegeta even more. He lit a Golagon Fire on his hand and got it as strong as he possibly could. Then he launched it into Dr. FagFace. He was minus an arm. Then , Vegeta grabbed his wife's hand and they busted through the ceiling.
They were flying through the air. "Vegeta!!" Bulma said. "He didn't mean to fall into me!! You cracked his wrist! Then, you blew his arm off!!" "You should have seen him looking at you. He was stripping you down mentally!!" Bulma sighed. "Don't be rediculous, Vegeta." Vegeta ignored that comment. "Well what do we do now?" "What do you mean?"
"What do I do about my eyes so I can read again?!"
"Oh. Theres a eye doctor just down the road. Oh, turn there!" Vegeta turned and landed in front of an eyedoctor's place. It was large and green and called 'Pearl Vision'. "What will they do here?" He asked. Bulma thought. "They will put a little blast of air into your eye. Like somebody was blowing in your eye. Then, they put lenses over and you tell them when you can see."
"Okay." Vegeta said. So they walked in. "Hello, I'm Dr. Blind." Said an Asian girl. "Pretty Ironic name for an eyedoctorHE HE HE!!" She laughed like a donkey on drugs. "Just look at my eyes." Vegeta replied. "Iv'e had enough for today." Bulma motioned for Vegeta to sit down in a big chair, so he did. Dr.Blind lowered a machine over his eyes and blew air right into them. "GACK!!" Vegeta said. "That feels weird!!" He destryoed the machine. "I guess we're lucky we already did it HE HE HE!!" Dr. Blind said. Vegeta rolled his eyes. She flipped a lens over his eyes. "Can you see now HE HE HE?!" "No." She flipped another. "No." Another. "No." Then a third. "Wow!! My saiyan Eyesight is back!" Vegeta wanted to jump up and dance. "Okay, Mr. Breifs." Dr. Blind said. If your ready, go pick out frames." "Frames?" Vegeta asked. "As in Picture Frames?" "No, as in Glasses frames." "Glasses!!" Vegeta turned to Bulma. "I dont wanna wear glasses!! I'll look ugly!"
"Just go." She said. "You will not look ugly. I'll come with!!"
They walked into the frames room. Vegeta tried on goggles, round glasses, thick and thin glasses, blue green and pink glasses, and all kinds of glasses, but none were right for him. Then BUlma found some. "Oh Veggie look at these!!"
She held up some HUGE square Glasses with thick black frames. Vegeta put them on, and it made him eyes look really big. "Oh!!" Bulma said. "I like those!!" They look so cute!" She ran up and hugged Vegeta. "Are you kiddin? I look GROSS!!" But Bulma liked them. She liked them so much she refused to let him choose anything else.
"Hey, Vegeta!!" Bulma said, calling Vegeta from the kitchen. Trunks and him were eating lunch. Vegeta's new glasses made it hard for him to walk. He felt kinda like he was walking on air. He stumbled into the bedroom. "What issss it?" He asked, feeling dizzy. "I invited Goku, Chi Chi, Krillin, 18, Marron, Goten, Yamcha, Tein, Chioutzu, Dende, Gohan and Videl over for lunch today, to see your new glasses!!" Vegeta groaned. "Oh, Bulma, why did you do that? They will laugh at me!!" He sank down on to the bed with a sigh. "Veggie, nobody is going to laugh at you." Bulma said. "If they do, you can Ki Blast them all the way to Namek!! And now, you can see to do so!!"
Vegeta shook his head. "But They'll tell everyone the Prince of Saiyans wears glasses because his WOMAN made him choose them!"
Vegeta puched his pillow. It popped right up because it was Martha Stuart brand. "I wish you would call me by my name, and it doesnt matter what you think anyway. Had I not stepped in you'd still be suffering from bad vision. And like I said, you look cute." "But these will get in the way!" Vegeta said. "Of fights. I'll be afraid glass will break into my eyes!!"
"The Vegeta I married isn't afraid of anything. Your acting like a sissy." Vegeta frowned. "Woman, I am no sissy." Bulma sinced that he was getting annoyed, because nowadays when he was annoyed were the only times he called her woman. "What about when we do OUR stuff?!" (You know what I mean) "They could get in the way." "They will not." Bulma said. They were about to see for themselves, but Trunks romped in. "Mommy, Daddy, I need help with my project thats due tomarrow." "Could you just......go away for a second?" Vegeta pleaded. "No, Vegeta, children come first." Vegeta sighed. "What do you want, Trunks?" "I need help." "Okay." Bulma said. "Vegeta, keep those glasses on." "Can't I just take em off for the lunch party?" "Nope." "Please?"
"Nada." Vegeta groaned.
End of chappie 2 didja like it???
"Vegeta, it was only a novel." Bulma said, once again not being very supportive. Trunks was over at Gotens because Vegeta and Bulma needed some time alone to calm Veggie down. "Would it help if I let you Ki Blast it?" There was a wretching sound from outside. It sounded like somebody in a trash bag. Vegeta shook his head. "Whats the problem if I appreciate you more?" Bulma looked at Veggie wryly. "Because. The Vegeta I know is an @$$. He's rude and selfish and very mean. He doesnt appreciate me at all." "You just think he dont." Vegeta said. "Oh, and now your using CONTRACTIONS?" She said. "Vegeta Breifs, your 41 years old, you live in a big house with alot of money, you have black hair, black eyes, your favorite show is Will and Grace, you love to punch people, you like to torture fish, and your the one who poisened Yamcha's dog. Now are you convinced I know everything about you?" "Not EVERYTHING." Vegeta said evilly. "What is that supposed to mean?" Bulma said. "Do you have another woman?" Vegeta shook his head. "No. Worse." Bulma narrowed her eyes. "You steal money from Trunks' piggy bank?"
"No. Lower." "Ummm....you killed Abraham Lincoln?" "No, and who the hell is he?" "You ummmmm....youve been drugging me?"
"No, woman, gosh, get with the program." "Well, your just mean then if you wont tell me!! And your obsessed with books, you READING nerd. You BOOKWORM!!" Vegeta was outraged. "NOOO!!" He gasped. "Im no bookworm!! YOUR a nagger!! And you get all your precious money from your daddy because you can't invent anything!!"
"Where do you think your gravity room came from? Oh, and your training suit. AND the Dragonball detector?!" "YOUR DADDYS BRAIN!!" "YOUR MOMMA!!"
"MY MOMMA DIED WHEN I WAS 3!!" "How could I have thought you could have another woman?! What other woman would want to put up with YOU!!" "YOU, OBVIOUSLY!!" Bulma shoved Vegeta slightly. He shoved her back. She shoved harder, and he shoved her across the room. She slapped him and he raised a fist. "IF YOU HIT ME I'LL KILL YOU!!" She said. Vegeta laughed. "My secret is this..." He said. "I tortured YOUR fish." BUlma stared at Vegeta. Her face was turning red. Her fists were clenched. She took a deep breath, and....started to laugh. "YOU tortured my FISH?Thats the big secret?!" Vegeta nodded. "Great, huh?" "Yeah..."Bulma said. "Sorry about the comment that no other woman would want you." "Sorry I said you were a nagger and you couldent invent." They both shrugged,then walked away.Trunks flew in the door. "Mommy." He said. "She turned around."What is it Trunks?"
"Its Monday. I'm supposed to be in school." Bulma's eyes got big. "VEGETA, FLY TRUNKS TO SCHOOL!!" "Okay." Vegeta said, getting ready to take off. "But wait, where's school?"
"Its down the road a ways. You should see it."
"But what is it? What does he do in this 'school'?" "He reads and writes and recites poetry.Now get going!!" "Reads?" Vegeta said. Bulma nodded. "HURRY!!" She said. "Could I go to school? And read?"
"Yes, Vegeta, yes, but theres a special school for people our age. So fly Trunks to school and I'll tell you what it is. HURRY!!" So Vegeta flew Trunks to school and came back. "Now tell me about this grown-up school." Bulma pulled out a pamphlet. "This is a pamphlet from the college I went to, West City Tech." "College?! I said school, you baka!!" "College is school, you stupid fag!! Its a school for grownups, but you hafta take a test to get in." "Test?" Said Veggie, cocking his head.Bulma slapped her brow. "vegeta, its very hard to get into college. Since your a prince, your schooling isn't the greatest. I doubt you could even make a 50 on the test!!But of course there is an alternative. If you have a failing test, maybe if your admissions essay was really good they'd let you in to make up for it, if you had good vocab." "Bulma, could you help me get into this special school?" "Sure. All you hafta do is make your essay a video." "Okay." So they did. And this is how it goes.
"Hello, this is Vegeta Briefs. I'm from West City, Japan, and I would love to be in college. And if you dont admit me, I'll blow all your Baka heads off!! I am the prince of all saiyans, and because of that, you have to let me in. All have you know my father was the king of an intire planet, Vegeta. I am a mighty Saiyan. Admit me, and I may spare your lives!!"
Here are the judges comments: "Vegeta? What kinda name is that?"
"Blow our heads off? Is that a threat?!" "Prince?" "Saiyan?" "Planet Vegeta?" "Spare our lives?"
*THE NEXT MONDAY* "Bulma, do you think my college admissions results will come in today?" Vegeta asked hopefully. Trunks was asleep with his head in a bowl of sloppy, soggy cereal. "Maybe, Veggie." Bulma said. "Eat your carrots. With all that reading you've been doing, those outta help." Vegeta jammed a fork into a carrot and tossed it outside. There was a chomping noise as Picollo, in the trash bag, gobbled down the carrot. "I dont care about carrots." Vegeta said. "I want Big Macs." "You know how important it is to stay in shape." Bulma nagged. "Especially according to Martha Stuart." Vegeta gobbled down the carrots. Bulma frowned. She thought it bad that she, being his WIFE, couldent even get him to eat carrots unless she mentioned Martha Stuart. Vegeta glanced at Trunks. "Whats wrong with the brat? Isn't he going to school?"
"Please dont call him that, and no, he's not going because he's so tired from training with you." Vegeta frowned. "Dam*. I enjoy reading the bulliten board when I take him in there." Trunks woke up. "Where am I? Huh??" "Knock him out so he won't be confused."
*BAM* *CLUNK* "Thats getting kind of boring." Vegeta said. "It used to be fun but now it seems like it might be wrong." Vegeta picked up the book Cujo. He started at page 1. "You might be sitting there for a while." Bulma said, so she got him 2 pillows. One to sit on and one to lean against.
2 hours later, Bulma had gotten the results of the college admition essay. They werent good. Not only had they not admitted him, which would make Vegeta mad, but they had also formed a lawsuit because Vegeta had threatened them. Vegeta was on page 102. "Ummm....Veggie, I needa talk to you in here!!" Bulma said from her room. Vegeta walked into the room. "What is it, Bulma? Cujo is going nuts!!"(If you dont know, Cujo is a book about a St. Bernard dog who goes rabid and kills 4 people)"Well, honey, it's about your test and essay results...." She opened the letter. "It says,'Dear Mr. Breifs, Im sorry but we could not accept your test or essay as compatible for college. 1st of all, you wrote several words that were obsene or cursing when you didnt know the answer, and on number 42, you drew a dead body. on number 11, you drew a nasty monster. You got a 20 on the test. The only ones you got right were ones concerning pain. And as for the admitions essay, well, you didnt make it because you made several threats, you mentioned a race of people and a planet that does not exist, and the essay was not related to our standards at all. So you didn't make it. And by the way, Mr. Breifs, our lawyer will be contacting you about the lawsuit we filed due to the threats." Bulma took a breath. "Vegeta, do you know how much money this lawsuit could cost us?"
"No." Vegeta looked angry.
"Well, it's alot. I may have to work overtime about 6 times. WAY overtime. LIke, 5 hours overtime a DAY!!" Vegeta didn't look suprised. "I wanted to be in college." He said. "They said I wasn't well read!!! As far as they no I could have read the entire constitution!!" "Vegeta, the constitution isn't that long." "I DONT CARE!! I WANNA BE IN COLLEGE!!" Vegeta powered up. "Veggie!! As good as you look blonde, this is no time to get angry. We just simply have to show the college how smart you really are?" "And how are we going to do that, woman?! I've got a bad temper and a drunk living in a trashsack on my frontlawn!! What does that say?" "Well, Veggie, you could try again and be nice." "NICE?!" "Uh huh." Vegeta didnt like that idea. "Fine, woman. We'll start tomarrow." Vegeta layed down on the bed and began to read. Bulma felt so sorry for Vegeta she almost cryed. Vegeta's eyes squinted. "Bulma, my head hurts." He said. "And my eyes feel funny." BUlma sat by Vegeta on the bed. "What do you mean 'funny'?" "Just funny. LIke../...fuzzy. The words look fuzzy." "Do I look fuzzy?!"
"Only when you go far away. LIke over there." He pointed to a dresser with a clown on it. "That clown right there looks fuzzy." Bulma covered his right eye."Better?" "Worse." She covered his right. "How about now?"
"About the same." "Maybe we should take you to see a doctor." Bulma said. "I doubt its anything serious, but we probley should." Vegeta hesitated. "Bulma, I don't like doctors." "And when have you ever been to one?" "I went with you when they took pictures of Trunks inside your tummy 'cause you made me. He looks real funny and rubs blue stuff on your stomach and then he puts something on there to take pictures, and it looks uncomfortable." "Vegeta, are you Pregnant?" "NO!!" "Then they wont do that to u." Bulma grabbed Veggie's hand and pulled him up. "Come on, let's go." She said, and pulled him along. "Now, Vegeta, you have to be good in the doctors office. He's a very nice man."
"I bet." Vegeta replied.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs!" Said Dr.FagFace."I'm Dr.FagFace, and I'll be examining your eyes today." Vegeta grunted. "Be nice, Veggie." Bulma warned. "Hello Dr. Fag--*Giggle*Face." Bulma was also laughing quietly. "How's Trunks?" Dr. FagFace asked. Bulma shrugged. "You know how little boys go. Once in a while theres a scraped knee, but thats pretty much it." Vegeta grunted. "Are you going to look at my eyes, or flirt with my wife?" Doctor FagFace looked embarrased. "Yeah, thats right. WIFE. So stop dicking around and look into my eyes already!!" He shined a light directly into Vegeta's right eye."OW!!" Vegeta said, and launched a powerball that made Dr. Fagface fly into the wall. "Look who's talking OW!!" Mr FagFace said. "Mrs. Breifs, if your husband does one more thing like that, I'm afraid I'll have to ask him to leave-- but your welcome as long as you'd like." Vegeta growled. "If you talk to her one more time I'll blow your head off, Dr.FagFace!!" He looked startled. "Fine. Whatever." He shined the little light in Vegeta's ear. "Whats my ear go to do with my eyes?" He asked, annoyed. "You could have meningitus, a deasease of the brain, you dolt." "DOLT?!Why I outta...." "Behave yourself Vegeta." Bulma said sternly. Dr.Fagface looked at Bulma with a smile. Vegeta roared and screamed and growled at the same time. He powered up so an aura was around him. He punched Dr.FagFace into the wall, unhinging his jaw. "DONT LOOK AT HER EITHER!!" Bulma giggled as Vegeta powered down. Dr.FagFace got up, with a bruised face. "Mr Breifs, one more punch or assault or verbal attack and you'll have a lawsuit on your hands as well as a medical bill!!" Vegeta mocked him. "Just examine me so I'll get at least HALF of what I payed for.I payed for a doctor, they gave me a quack. I asked for somebody to make me well, but YOU MAKE ME SICK." "Lay down, Mr. Breifs." Dr. FagFace said. Vegeta looked at Bulma. She nodded, so he did. The doctor pressed on Vegeta's stomach all over. "What are you doing, Feeling me up?"
"No, Mr. Breifs. I'm making sure your organs are alright." "My organs are fine." Dr.PagFace beat on Vegeta's knee with the hammer. "Hit Me!!" He said, and cracked Dr. FagFace's wrist. Dr. FagFace, startled, stumbled into Bulma. This enraged Vegeta even more. He lit a Golagon Fire on his hand and got it as strong as he possibly could. Then he launched it into Dr. FagFace. He was minus an arm. Then , Vegeta grabbed his wife's hand and they busted through the ceiling.
They were flying through the air. "Vegeta!!" Bulma said. "He didn't mean to fall into me!! You cracked his wrist! Then, you blew his arm off!!" "You should have seen him looking at you. He was stripping you down mentally!!" Bulma sighed. "Don't be rediculous, Vegeta." Vegeta ignored that comment. "Well what do we do now?" "What do you mean?"
"What do I do about my eyes so I can read again?!"
"Oh. Theres a eye doctor just down the road. Oh, turn there!" Vegeta turned and landed in front of an eyedoctor's place. It was large and green and called 'Pearl Vision'. "What will they do here?" He asked. Bulma thought. "They will put a little blast of air into your eye. Like somebody was blowing in your eye. Then, they put lenses over and you tell them when you can see."
"Okay." Vegeta said. So they walked in. "Hello, I'm Dr. Blind." Said an Asian girl. "Pretty Ironic name for an eyedoctorHE HE HE!!" She laughed like a donkey on drugs. "Just look at my eyes." Vegeta replied. "Iv'e had enough for today." Bulma motioned for Vegeta to sit down in a big chair, so he did. Dr.Blind lowered a machine over his eyes and blew air right into them. "GACK!!" Vegeta said. "That feels weird!!" He destryoed the machine. "I guess we're lucky we already did it HE HE HE!!" Dr. Blind said. Vegeta rolled his eyes. She flipped a lens over his eyes. "Can you see now HE HE HE?!" "No." She flipped another. "No." Another. "No." Then a third. "Wow!! My saiyan Eyesight is back!" Vegeta wanted to jump up and dance. "Okay, Mr. Breifs." Dr. Blind said. If your ready, go pick out frames." "Frames?" Vegeta asked. "As in Picture Frames?" "No, as in Glasses frames." "Glasses!!" Vegeta turned to Bulma. "I dont wanna wear glasses!! I'll look ugly!"
"Just go." She said. "You will not look ugly. I'll come with!!"
They walked into the frames room. Vegeta tried on goggles, round glasses, thick and thin glasses, blue green and pink glasses, and all kinds of glasses, but none were right for him. Then BUlma found some. "Oh Veggie look at these!!"
She held up some HUGE square Glasses with thick black frames. Vegeta put them on, and it made him eyes look really big. "Oh!!" Bulma said. "I like those!!" They look so cute!" She ran up and hugged Vegeta. "Are you kiddin? I look GROSS!!" But Bulma liked them. She liked them so much she refused to let him choose anything else.
"Hey, Vegeta!!" Bulma said, calling Vegeta from the kitchen. Trunks and him were eating lunch. Vegeta's new glasses made it hard for him to walk. He felt kinda like he was walking on air. He stumbled into the bedroom. "What issss it?" He asked, feeling dizzy. "I invited Goku, Chi Chi, Krillin, 18, Marron, Goten, Yamcha, Tein, Chioutzu, Dende, Gohan and Videl over for lunch today, to see your new glasses!!" Vegeta groaned. "Oh, Bulma, why did you do that? They will laugh at me!!" He sank down on to the bed with a sigh. "Veggie, nobody is going to laugh at you." Bulma said. "If they do, you can Ki Blast them all the way to Namek!! And now, you can see to do so!!"
Vegeta shook his head. "But They'll tell everyone the Prince of Saiyans wears glasses because his WOMAN made him choose them!"
Vegeta puched his pillow. It popped right up because it was Martha Stuart brand. "I wish you would call me by my name, and it doesnt matter what you think anyway. Had I not stepped in you'd still be suffering from bad vision. And like I said, you look cute." "But these will get in the way!" Vegeta said. "Of fights. I'll be afraid glass will break into my eyes!!"
"The Vegeta I married isn't afraid of anything. Your acting like a sissy." Vegeta frowned. "Woman, I am no sissy." Bulma sinced that he was getting annoyed, because nowadays when he was annoyed were the only times he called her woman. "What about when we do OUR stuff?!" (You know what I mean) "They could get in the way." "They will not." Bulma said. They were about to see for themselves, but Trunks romped in. "Mommy, Daddy, I need help with my project thats due tomarrow." "Could you just......go away for a second?" Vegeta pleaded. "No, Vegeta, children come first." Vegeta sighed. "What do you want, Trunks?" "I need help." "Okay." Bulma said. "Vegeta, keep those glasses on." "Can't I just take em off for the lunch party?" "Nope." "Please?"
"Nada." Vegeta groaned.
End of chappie 2 didja like it???