Hi everyone!
I don't think this chapter took as long as the last one. Again I'm sorry for my delay. My stupid teacher ran away for a free vacation this past week, leaving a sub and a pile of homework. I must remember to thank her. And then we have me and my little math and all associated deficiency. Nevertheless, here is the chapter you've waited for. I know not my opinion on it. But I'm sure you guys are going to like it.
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball and all its parts are not mine. I did spend all the money I have on the uncut versions of the two tapes with the newest DBZ episodes on it. You know... those tapes that hold episodes not shown on TV yet... Dude... I think I heard a DBZ character say "love" for the first time in that- will someday be married sort of way. ^^;; Anywho...
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The day had finally arrived. I hadn't been looking forward to it. Vegeta's photos would be on the cover of a magazine this morning, and every paper boy in town held them within their bags. Vegeta rose that morning with an unusual smile on his face, and he didn't bother to complain about breakfast not being ready as he merrily skipped out of our bedroom.
He was oddly chipper the rest of the day. He made me enough breakfast to feed a Saiya-jin army, and when neither of us could finish, he merrily offered to go give some to the Sons, whom he was sure would be able to finish it off.
I secretly checked to make sure no one drugged him.
I caught him an hour or so later, playing with the CD player, and listening to Vogue by Madonna. He pranced around the room, twirling around in circles, and raising his hands in the air. Every time he heard her say, "Strike a pose!" he'd stop and do so... I began to wonder who's sanity was in question here... his or mine?
And the hours ticked on...
As we inched ever closer to eleven a.m., he started to get antsy. He'd invited everyone over, so he could witness the looks on their faces as 'the beauty and glory of his fantastic body shone for all to see.' I was most certainly hoping most of that body was going to be left for me, and me alone to see.
I didn't feel I had too much to worry about. I'd seen it all, as you know, and most of them wouldn't like it at all. I can only assume poor Trunks would be emotionally disturbed for the rest of his sorry being, while Pan would look upon the picture with a new understanding. I mean, I didn't really have much to give Trunks other than a brain- where that brain is located is beyond my control.
When the thwack! of the paper hit the door, Vegeta practically broke through the door just to get his muscular hands onto it. He waved pleasantly at the paperboy, handing him a very beautiful tip, and causing the boy to say, "I knew it! All the other kids said you were a major prick! But I knew they were wrong!"
And evil smirk played across Vegeta's face, "Oh brat," he mumbled, tapping the paper against his hand in a semi-threatening way, "I wouldn't give them the wrong idea. I am a big prick."
I - in horror of some sort of assault case coming across us- slammed the door in the boy's face, quickly informing that him had only been telling a very bad joke. Vegeta hadn't appreciated this comment, because it 'Gave Kakarott a new level to be better than him at'.
Didn't last long,... I mean- this was his moment of truth.
Everyone gasped at what they saw. It was amazing. It was amusing. It was something you would want to frame. It was worthy of a time capsule. If they ever make a tribute to the Saiya-jins, or even to Capsule Corps., this magazine should be featured countless times. Everyone in the room started to yell and fight over who would get the magazine. The picture was just... indescribable...
Vegeta dressed as Sailor Moon.
"Oh Dende!" Goten said, holding the magazine momentarily in the air, "You wonderful guardian of this planet you! You really do love us, don't you?"
Trunks pulled out his wallet, removing from it a handful of fresh, crisp dollar bills. "One hundred... Two hundred... Three hundred... Dude!" he shouted, hugging the money to him, and doing a small victory dance, "I can buy the store out of these! Ha ha! Have a copy in every room- a new one for every day of the week for the next five years!" he turned to the door of his former place of residence to find as many newsstands as possible, screaming out, "This'll teach you to beat me up!" along the way.
"Oh this is rich!" Gohan said, opening to an apparently special feature on Vegeta's personal life, " listen to this title: The Softer Side of The Nameless Capsule Corp. Husband." He turned a page, "By now, most of us have heard of the Son-in-Law of the famous Dr. Briefs, but what we do not know is the man inside. What is the history of the man we see with Bulma Briefs, and what's true in the stereotype?" Gohan paused before he let out a loud laugh, "Everything."
Pan retrieves it next, "We met with Vegeta on Saturday of last week, in a small diner. He put on his usual cheery face as we greeted him. As it turns out, the poor man was ripped from his home at a young age, and found himself on the doorsteps of Capsule Corp., after saving Bulma's life. The young man was nursed to perfect health by the former President of Capsule Corps., and not soon after came a very joyous day- his wedding." she folded the thing under her arm, "Hmm,... funny. I didn't think you guys got married until long after I was out of High School. According to this, you married before Trunks was even born. Do you have any pictures?"
Bra took the paper from her best friend, "He recollects as he talks with us the two happiest moments of his life- when his two children were born. First, we have Trunks: Most wanted by the ladies and recently married current President of the Capsule Dynasty. Followed by Bra, the young beauty-queen daughter and a princess of hearts. Vegeta says even though his two babies' weddings were less than two years apart, he was more than pleased to learn that this children were not only madly in love, but were meant for two descendants of his old friend: Son Goku." Bra smiled sweetly at her father and in a very daughterly fashion, patted his back, "Aww, what a bunch of bullshit."
Vegeta's face was red with rage, as he pounded the wall- and to my relief, turned back to his normal self. He turned to run out the door, screaming about the downfall of the press and how humans were such an unjust people. He hated all of us, and we'd be lucky if he came home.
Most of us didn't think so.
The friends and family soon left, starting with Pan, after Trunks called to inform her that he'd made a huge business venture, and would be coming home with a semi full of magazine's with his father's article. She'd asked him how this was a business venture, and he pointed out how much blackmail they could get out of it.
When finally left to myself, I could plot. This was Vegeta's stupid idea, and while I got the inkling that he'd learned a very good lesson with all of this, and the evils of the press- I had to do something to prove that I had been right. Because I had been. And well, you can't just be right and not rub it in. Especially not with Vegeta. He was the King of rubbing shit in when he was right. It could be such a literal pain in the ass sometimes.
Vegeta did end up coming home around dinner time. I knew he would, too. No Saiya-jin could ever stay out too long. Vegeta couldn't cook and sometimes his appetite could rival Goku's. But not to an empty house. Not to me cooking food. Not to me even in the room waiting. But he did return home to something.
The Sailor Moon theme playing on the CD player.
"Woman!" He yelled, placing his hands on his hips and standing there for a few minutes. I assume that there was supposed to be some kind of affect to go along with this, but it never came to me, and I think he may have sensed this, "Whatever you're trying to say with this- is NOT funny!"
He was silent, however, when a single red rose hit the floor in front of him. His eyes travelled to where it had come from to find me sitting on the railing at the top of the stairs, in complete Tuxedo Mask getup. I mystically adjusted the mask over my eyes beaming down at him, "Never fear pretty lady! Whenever you doubt yourself I will always be here! Faith is within yourself, believe in yourself Sailor Moon!"
"Woman!"
I jumped semi-gracefully from my railing perch, and promptly landed on my ass. "Come on Sailor Moon," I said, taking a step toward him, smirking an evil smirk, "You can do this is you try. And if you do, then I will have every right to say- I TOLD YOU SO! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
-Bulma Briefs
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