Vegeta stretched on the couch after announcing he was going to take a nap.
Bana grinned, "Veggie's posing for me! Oh, how I love that Saiyan!!" She snapped a couple photos from different angles and danced around, grinning like an idiot.
"Arghhh!!!" Vegeta charged up a ki ball in his hand, "I swear, girl, if you take one more picture of me I will kill you!"
"Oooooh!! Veggie's mad!" Bana snapped another shot.
"THAT'S IT!" Vegeta screamed and let the ki ball go blasting toward Bana. She luckily was able to dodge it and it crashed into the wall instead. I winced as I noted the damage done to the house.
"Vegeta. Please try not to destroy the house completely. After all, it's not mine," I begged.
"Fine…" Vegeta growled and stalked toward Bana.
"This is not good…" Bana took one look at the look he had on his face and bolted… but not before taking another picture.
"KAMI DAMN THAT BITCH!" Vegeta screamed and dashed off after her.
"I guess he's not a people person…" I muttered.
"How could you tell?" Mike asked sarcastically.
"I have a way of noticing those kinds of people," I grinned, "Anyway, you wanna go with me to pick up the pizzas in a bit?"
"Sure," he shrugged, "this house is too boring."
"Can I come?" Kakarot asked.
"Sure."
"Awesome!"
"So long as you don't eat the pizzas on the way back," I glared.
"Just one?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty please on a triple fudge, fifteen scoop, strawberry-banana-vanilla-chocolate sundae with whipped cream, cherries and sprinkles on top?"
"Oh… that sounds good…" Mike murmured, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth, "I haven't had a sundae like that in years… and I had to share it with five of my friends when I did…"
"Really? I have one all to myself every other night!" Kakarot grinned.
"Welcome to Cavity Central," I muttered to myself, "Anyway! No matter how good it sounds, no means 'no.'"
"But… I'm hungry…"
"You just ate a six-foot sub!" Bana yelled at him as she ran through the living room.
"Baka!" Vegeta snarled as he ran after her.
"Which one?" Mike called after him.
"Kakarot and the girl!"
"And they're gone…" I commented, "They're fast…"
"Vegeta must be pretty pissed. I haven't seen him move this fast since Trunks and Goten lit his pubes on fire," Kakarot muttered.
"NANI?!" I screamed.
"It was 'just a joke', or so Goten told me after he regained consciousness four hours later. Trunks came to the next day."
"Ouch…"
"Yeah, the bruises lasted for a week."
"Wow! With the Saiyan rate of healing… whoa! That must've been some beating!" Mike exclaimed.
"Well, wouldn't you be mad if someone lit your pubes on fire?"
"Yeah, I'd kill them."
"Exactly."
"He's gaining on me!" Bana shrieked as she ran by us another time.
"And I'm going to kill her when I catch up with her!" Vegeta growled, drawing in a ragged breath. He chased her around the room for a bit, she always staying a few feet ahead of the angered Saiyan.
"Is it just me, or is dear, old Vegeta looking just a tad bit winded?" I asked.
"Been slacking on your training?" Kakarot smirked.
"Just you wait, Kakarot! You're next!" the Saiyan no Ouji and his query disappeared again.
"Just how did those two do that anyway?" I asked, slightly curious.
"You planning something?" Mike asked me with a sick grin.
"Baka…" I growled.
"They caught him when he was napping… with no pants…" Kakarot explained.
"With no pants?" my eyes widened. Oh, the possibilities this opened up before me!
"He hasn't done it since. Sorry to burst your bubble."
"Dammit…" Mike laughed as my face fell. "Fuck you." I growled.
"That was just so funny an expression. You looked like the Heavens had parted and Kami had rained gifts of forgiveness and healing onto your being, making you whole on every level; mentally, spiritually, emotionally and physically."
I blinked. "What?"
"Never mind," he said with a smile, "We gonna go get those pizzas?"
"Yeah!" Kakarot bounced out the door, "C'mon, c'mon!! Can't you hear the pizza calling?"
"Umm, yeah… whatever." Mike and I followed Kakarot out the door and onto the porch.
"Hey! Piccolo! What're you still doing out here?" I asked.
"I've been mediating," the green Namek answered with his eyes closed.
"Ah… so I guess the stuff wore off?"
He nodded.
"Never mind. We're leaving to get some pizzas if anyone asks. Oh, and if you see Vegeta killing Bana, please stop him."
He nodded again.
"But how can he see anything if his eyes are closed?" Mike asked as we got into the car.
"Oh… uh… I dunno…" I started the car. "He'll figure it out by himself. Or Bana will take care of it herself. She is pretty capable of that. Very resourceful person."
"Ah, okay…"
"Let's go, let's go, let's goooooooo!" Kakarot whined from the backseat.
"Kami! Okay, okay! Shut up! I feel like I have a five-year-old in the backseat…" I growled, backing out of the driveway and out into the street.
"Can we stop by somewhere and get some-"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"We've already done this before."
"Oh yeah… but-"
"What was the answer last time?"
"No?"
"There's your answer."
Vegeta strode into Bouke's room. "Where's the girl?" he growled.
"What girl?" Mirai asked.
"Yeah, which one?" Krillin added.
"The banana one!" Vegeta snarled and turned to Chibi Trunks, "Brat two! Have you seen her?"
"Uh… no…"
"Umm…" Goten scratched his head, "I thought-"
Krillin cut Goten off, "Well, she ran by here a few minutes ago, but other then that, we haven't seen hide nor hair of her! Right guys?"
"Yup!"
"Absolutely!"
"She hasn't come by other then that!"
"But-"
Chibi Trunks tackled Goten, "Tickle attack!"
Vegeta looked at the two chibis suspiciously, "All right…" He turned and stormed out of the room.
*Two minutes before…*
Bana rushed into the room, "You guys gotta hide me!"
"What? From who?" Krillin asked.
"Vegeta! He's gonna kill me!"
"What'd you do to tousan?" Chibi Trunks asked.
"I took a couple pics of him! Not that many, I assure you! But he's gonna kill me now!"
"Tousan hates pictures! He nearly killed Goku one day when he tried to get him to participate in a family photo shoot," Mirai told me.
"Well, it's too late now! Just hide me!"
"Under the bed!" Chibi Trunks said and grabbed Bana, stuffing her under Bouke's bed in one swift movement.
"Here he comes!"
"Act normal!"
"Wait-"
"Shush!"
*Present time…*
Vegeta growled and kicked a stone. It went scuttling down the street. He was pissed. Baka brats… I'll kill them all someday… but inside, he knew he couldn't. It just felt nice sometimes to vent and rage about death and destruction upon all living things.
"Hey mister!" he heard a voice call. He looked up and saw a group of kids playing some human sport involving a long stick and some gloves. He remembered the fool Yamcha had played it a while back.
"What do you want, brats?" he growled.
"Can you give us back our ball?" one of them asked.
"Nani?"
"It hit you in the head, man! How can you not have noticed it?" another yelled, pointing at his feet.
"Nani? What the hell kinda word is that?" one boy mumbled.
"It's Japanese," another boy answered, staring at Vegeta carefully.
Vegeta looked down and saw a ball at his feet. He picked it up. "This thing?"
"Yeah! What? Have you never seen a baseball before?" the first growled.
"Christ! He's some kind of retard!" a bigger one of the boys muttered.
"Retard?" Vegeta snarled. He was in a foul mood and these human brats weren't making it any better.
"Yeah! You're fucking stupid, man! Now give us back our ball and get the hell out of our neighborhood!"
"How dare you insult me, Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji, like that!"
"Awh, shit! Not only is he retarded, he's fucking crazy too!" the big, blond guy growled.
"You're asking for it, brat!" Vegeta began to charge up a small ki ball in his free hand. A couple of the kids noticed the light coming from one of his hands and, after putting all the pieces of the puzzle together, began to quickly back up from their comrade. No one who knew what Vegeta was capable of wanted to be in the way when he got angry.
A few of the blond's friends started chanting 'Vegeta Vagina!' while the blond boy retorted, "Asking for what? You probably couldn't hit me if you tried, you short, little fucker!"
"That's it! No one insults me like that and lives to talk, unscarred, about it!" Vegeta released the ki blast at the boy. It created a large crater where the boy had once been standing. He was lying on his back, crying and clutching his leg with one hand. It was bent in a way that it definitely was not supposed to go and his other arm was hanging limply at his side. He was also bleeding profusely from many small and large cuts.
"Holy shit!"
"Oh my god!"
"Jesus Christ!" A few of the boys fainted while the others just stood, staring wide-eyed at either the blond boy and crater or Vegeta.
"No one, and I mean no one calls me anything but my proper title and gets away with it," he growled, lifting off the ground and floating above the kids, "Is that clear?"
"Hai, Vegeta-sama!" the boy who recognized the Japanese word called out. A few more echoed similar things.
Vegeta nodded to himself, satisfied, and flew off in the direction of a large amount of kis. He wanted to find a mall or something. He was starving and needed some food. Never mind that he had no money. There wasn't anything a little force couldn't buy…
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Jeril: Arigato, arigato, arigato times one thousand to Queen Misaki!! ^_^ Thanks a lot for pointing out that mistake! That truly proves to me people are paying attention to my stories when they read them! That's also what happens when you stay up till the wee hours of the morning writing. Hehehe! (BTW, I fixed it now)
Ooooo!! You watch Fruits Basket! I love that anime! ^_^ For pointing that out for me and being a Fruits Basket fan, I would like to present you with a little something!! The Three Musketeers of Fruits Basket!! *pulls three plushies out of the Magic Plushie Box™* Muwhaha!! Here's Hatori-san, Shigure-san, and Ayame-san! ^_^ Once more, arigato!!
Kakarot: Where'd you get this Magic Plushie Box anyway?
Jeril: DON'T FORGET THE "™" AT THE END!! Sheesh! I found it! ^_^ And trademarked it. So there! :P
Vegeta: Baka… *Jeril huggles a Vegeta plushie* Where did you get that?
Jeril: The plushie box!!
Vegeta: *vein pulses* Destroy. It. Now.
Jeril: Nope! It's too kawaii! ^_^ *huggle, huggle*
Vegeta: *blasts Jeril and the plushie* How's that for kawaii?
Jeril: x.x *twitch, twitch*
Kakarot: Awh, Vegeta. It's not nice to incinerate people's toys. *Vegeta pulls a Goku plushie out of the box and rips off it's head* Oooookay… I think I get your point there… Wonderful weather we're having, ne?
P.S. Extra long chap for all of ya!! I was going to have Vegeta kill the blond guy and all his immature friends… buuuuuuut… I didn't want to! Blondie does deserve it though… he might die later on… depends if he tries to make fun of Vegeta or not again… and if a lot of the reviewers think he should die or not. ^_~ Let's have a vote, ne?
P.P.S. If any of you listen to the Smashing Pumpkins and know the song 'Bullet with Butterfly Wings', you might want to stop by and check out my songfic to that song. It's not based on any anime or books, just the song so anyone can read it. You just might want to be able to take a little blood/gore and horror first. ^_^ Have fun!
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