Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ would I waste my time writing this? I think not…..
A/n: Hey everybody! I'm baaack! Yes, I, The Rogue Raven, am back after my long writer's block thingy….. It's not quite gone, but it's beginning to disappear thanks to a very helpful reviewer named Trunks lover. THANKS SO MUCH!!!
On to my ever-faithful reviewers!!!
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Trunks lover: THANKS SOOO MUCH FOR ALL THE IDEAS!!! I REALLY REALLY REALLY OWE YOU ONE! YOU HELPED ME GET OVER MY WRITERS BLOCK! THANKS AGAIN!
Babie Blue: Can you really see Vegeta as a prep? Hanging out with a large group of people just to make fun of other people? I don't think so. He can do that on his own…
Angela Johnson: No, it isn't up soon, but give me some credit, I had really bad writer's block.
Vegeta's Dark Fairy: No, pink would just be too evil. Mrs. Briefs is dumb, but she's not stupid.
Pyro pc: One word for you: Ritalin
Niori: I updated, even if it isn't soon….. Do I get partial credit?
DemonDancing: I love your work! You're the one who inspired me to write poetry! You're awesome! Never EVER stop writing!
Hyper5: It's a good thing you have control over the voices, I'm just worried that you might take Kai's position now that you've clobbered him with the mallet…..
Saiyan Butterfly: No, pink is evil….. No pink…..
TigerWolf: Hmmm….. I've never had that problem before…..
: Another of my readers that needs Ritalin and A NAME!!!
Meliah: Oh geez….. She gets so worked up…..
Saki: Lol Bulma won't be put through too much torture…..
Moonsaiyanprincess: No black, and she won't be going to the dance in the ice cream dress, I promise you that. And another thing….. You are a great writer, and I'm really hoping you'll get back to doing what you're good at….. PLEASE UPDATE YOUR STORIES SOON!!! I'M GOING CRAZY HERE!!!!!
foxylady: Thank you! **Bows** hehehe
Meliah: No more ego feeding!!!!
Windmage: I know, I love Bulma's attitude too!
Da Bomb: Yeah!!! Would you review Chapter 26 if you haven't already?
pandora666: No preppy dress, no light colors….. Promise…..
Frostic Chibi: K!!! Would you be the Mistress Frostic? Hmmm?
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On to the long awaited chapter!!!
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The Greatest Fantasy
Last Time on The Greatest Fantasy
"There is no way that you'll get that off
there in two hours, so I have an idea. Come with me Bulma!" Bulma's perky
mother grabbed her arm and started to drag her upstairs to her room.
"Chi! Stop her!" Bulma mouthed. "Mom! Where are we going?!"
"There is something in your closet that I bought for you and I always
hoped you'd wear it! Now you don't have a choice!" her mother replied.
"Oh dear lord, you mean a dress that you picked out? This can't be good..."
Blackmail Photos, Hypnotism, and Drag Queens
"Alright, now here try this on," Mrs. Briefs said while shoving a black garment bag into her daughter's arms.
Bulma looked down at the bag, "Um… okay… I guess…" She walked to the bathroom that adjoined her room. After a few seconds there was a loud, high-pitch scream that echoed through the halls of Capsule Corp. The young heiress stormed out of her bathroom wearing a white, sleeveless dress with small blue flowers printed on it. The skirt reached to her mid-thigh, and the neckline plunged deeply, revealing enough cleavage to make anyone look like a slut. "Mom! What the hell is this? I am not wearing this!"
Having heard their friend's cry, Goku and Chi-Chi rushed up the stairs to help her. Chi-Chi, being the good friend that she was, brought her camera for photographic evidence of what happened. When Goku pushed the door open the couple found their normally tom-boyish friend wearing a dress that made her look anything but.
Bulma stood before her mother, and her expression could only be read as 'I swear I'll kill you if you make me wear this horrible dress.' At the sound of multiple flashes her head snapped to the side to see Chi-Chi holding up a camera that was now winding up the film. Bulma growled at the other girl and started towards her.
"I….. Uh….. Needed to finish off the roll?" Chi-Chi stuttered. When she realized what Bulma's intent was she ripped the film out of the camera, put it in its canister, and threw it to her confused boyfriend. "Goku! Don't let her get it!"
Catching on, the tall male bolted down the stairs and jumped the railing, still about halfway up. He got cornered and Bulma was jumping to reach the hand that held the small canister. She leaned up against him to reach for the small container of film. Right at that moment the main door to her lab opened.
"Kakarrot, Woman, what the hell are you two doing?" Vegeta yelled at the two whom were apparently all over each other. "Your harpy is right there." He indicated Chi-Chi who was watching from the stairs.
"Hey Geta, catch!" Goku threw the canister of film over Bulma's head to Vegeta
The shorter male caught it flawlessly and looked it over, "What the fuck is this Kakarrot?"
"Don't give that to Bulma; Chi0Chi got pictures of her in the dress her mother wants her to wear to the dance," Goku said with a laugh behind his voice.
Vegeta looked over at Bulma, finally noticing what she was wearing. Even though he was a stubborn, prideful asshole, Vegeta was still male, and it took everything he had to not let his mouth hang open. "That's quite the dress Woman….."
"Yeah, well I'm not wearing this to the dance, so you can put your eyes back in their sockets. You'd better close your mouth too, a bug might fly in there," Bulma mocked as she sauntered past him.
"Don't flatter yourself Woman," he replied snidely as he pocketed the film canister. "Someone as hideous as yourself should not be wearing that outfit; people will be blinded by the ugliness."
"Go screw yourself Vegeta." Bulma turned to walk back to her room and noticed her mother on the landing, "I've already made it quite clear that I will not be wearing this… thing to the dance, Mother."
"Of course not," Mrs. Briefs chided, "I gave you the wrong bag. That is my dress. Come here and I'll get you the other one." She turned and disappeared into the bedroom followed by a worried Bulma.
"Does someone want to explain what the hell is going on?" Vegeta asked once his date and her mother were out of hearing distance.
"Sure Geta-" Goku started before he was cut off.
"Kakarrot! Do not call me that! Just tell me what the hell is going on!"
"Chill Vegeta, Prince of All Demon Monkeys, I'll tell you," Chi-Chi said as she sat down on the couch.
Vegeta glared at the girl and sat down in his usual chair, "Out with it Harpy. Kakarrot and I have to pick up Cue-ball and go fix his car before this stupid dance thing."
Chi-Chi sent a glare at him and explained what was going on. "You two had better get going. 18 is going to be here soon, and if she catches you here who knows what she might do. Probably chase you out with a bat, or a chainsaw, or maybe Bulma's homemade flame thrower….."
The two guys gulped involuntarily, "Um….. Vegeta? Maybe we should go pick up Krillen….."
"Gook idea Kakarrot….." he muttered as he removed himself from the chair.
"Hear that Chi?" Goku yelled. "I had a good idea!"
"Let's go Kakarrot!" Vegeta grabbed the back of Goku's jacket and dragged him out of the lab.
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MeanwhileBulma stared into the mirror that her mother had brought out of her pocket. It had been capsulized, but it was now around six-feet-tall. "This is perfect….. Who'd have thought you'd have any sense when it came to this mom?" ~Our plan is going to work perfectly…..~
The door in the lab banged open downstairs, which alerted Bulma to 18's presence downstairs. Vegeta had probably already left considering she couldn't hear the sound of male screaming down there. The blonde was an okay person, but she had a history of violence towards her brother and her male friends.
"Blu! Get your ass down here now! We need to work on our diabolical plan to destroy the lives of certain preps!" 18 yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'll be there in a second Juu!" Bulma yelled back as she headed to the bathroom to change. They weren't going to see the dress until they absolutely had to. No one saw Bulma Briefs in a dress unless absolutely necessary. When she finished putting the dress back on its hanger Bulma headed down to plot with her friends. "Hey Juu, how's it goin'?"
"Fine, Chi tells me the boys were here. Where'd they go?" 18 asked, knowing full well why the boys had left.
"They went to pick up Krillen," Chi-Chi replied. "Vegeta wanted to stay to see Bulma's dress, but I reminded them of what you would do if you caught them still here."
Bulma and 18 chuckled, and the blonde asked, "What exactly did you tell them?"
The raven-haired girl smirked wickedly, "I said you'd get them out somehow, whether it was by bat, or by chainsaw, or by Bulma's homemade flame thrower."
"Flame thrower?" 18 asked excitedly. "Blu, you have a flame thrower?"
Bulma smirked, "Shoots farther than any other. At least that you'd ever get your hands on."
"Every pyro's dream," the blonde murmured wistfully.
Chi-Chi laughed at her friend, "Alright you two pyromaniacs, let's get this hair shit done."
"That's probably a good idea," Bulma reflected out loud. "Vegeta will probably throw a fit if we make him wait even five minutes."
"Goku will more than likely get hungry and start whining about it," Chi-Chi added as she pinned the last piece of hair to her head.
"Fuck this!" Bulma screamed tossing a handful of pins to the floor.
18 and Chi-Chi looked up at their seething friend with confusion, "Blu? Is something wrong?"
"My stupid, fucking hair is not cooperating with me," she replied, pointing to the conglomeration of hair on top of her head for emphasis.
"Calm down Blu. I'm gunna do what my shrink did for me. He said to take control of my anger and not let the anger control you," 18 explained.
Bulma just became more frustrated, "What the fuck does that have to do with my hair?!"
"Just listen," her blonde friend continued, "he hypnotized me so I could control my anger. I'll hypnotize you so you can control you hair."
"Did it work for you?" Bulma asked skeptically.
18 put on a fake smile and nodded, "Sure it did."
Chi-Chi leaned over to 18, "Isn't that the same shrink that your dad fired because he made your anger problems worse?"
"Yeah," 18 whispered back, "but she don't know that, does she?"
"Good point, just don't hypnotize her to do something stupid." Chi-Chi had no idea that her last words sent thousands of wickedly evil ideas spinning through her friend's head.
18 smirked wickedly and proceeded to hypnotize her friend with a wrench from the lab. "Follow the wrench with your eyes. That's it. You feel your eyes getting heavy. Close your eyes. Can you still hear me?" Bulma mumbled, "Yes," and the 'doctor' continued the process. "Now, go to sleep." Bulma's head fell forward to rest on her chest and her body went limp. "You will forget you lack of control over your hair. Control your hair, don't let it control you," 18 continued. After a few more minutes of telling her blue-haired friend things to do the girl named after a number woke her 'patient' up.
"Did it work?" Bulma asked.
"We'll see," Chi-Chi replied white trying to hold back a laugh. She had heard everything 18 said while Bulma was under. "Why don't I do your hair? It'll go quicker that way."
"Good idea Chi," 18 said. "I left my dress out in my car; I'll be right back."
Chi-Chi waved goodbye to 18 and sat on the back of the couch to fix Bulma's hair. She was pretty silent other than every once in a while she'd say "pin" and stretch her hand forward for Bulma to place a pin into it.
Outside 18 could be heard yelling at someone or something. Hopefully there were no young ears around to be corrupted by the teen's words. Most of it was hard to understand, but the words "Get the fuck off the premises" were heard loud and clear. The blonde stormed back into the lab with a garment bag in tow. "Dumb ass bastard," she muttered to herself as she flopped down in one of the chairs across from Bulma and Chi-Chi.
"Who?" Bulma asked as she handed another pin up to Chi-Chi.
"That dumb shit Yamcha," 18 replied. "He was out there hoping to catch you alone. I think he was going to offer you his company at the dance one more time before he picked up his date."
"Pathetic bastard," Chi-Chi muttered as she stuck the last pin into Bulma's hair. "Done. 18 why don't you go change first. You want to go change after she's done Bulma?"
"No that's okay. I'll change after you do. I will not wear that dress until absolutely necessary."
"You'll be cutting it close. Vegeta won't be happy if you run late," 18 said as she started for the bathroom in Bulma's bedroom.
"Vegeta can go fuck a tree as far as I'm concerned. I will leave when I feel like it, and not before."
Chi-Chi snorted and pulled a large makeup case out of her backpack.
"What use could you possibly have for that much make-up? Where did you get it all?" Bulma asked with a laugh.
The other girl gave her a stern look, "We're not even gunna go there. I won't even tell you where I got it all from. You do know how to do this right? Put on make-up?"
"Of course I do. Why? I'm not wearing that shit. I haven't since I was a prep, and I'm not going to again."
"Oh yes you are," the raven-haired girl replied as she started for her. She pulled out a small container of red lipstick and began to chase the screaming Bulma around the lab with it.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" 18 asked as she watched the scene from the top of the stairs. Bulma was now hiding behind her worktable while Chi-Chi seemed to be threatening her with red lipstick.
"Put the make-up on while I change. If you don't I'll do it for you, and you probably wouldn't appreciate going to the dance in clown make-up," Chi-Chi threatened, waving the lipstick at Bulma. She tossed the small container down and grabbed a garment bag that was lying over the back of a chair.
"Argh!" 18 screamed. "I hate this dress! I feel too damn girly!" Her dress was a dark blue, sleeveless dress that almost brushed the floor. The color made her eyes look even bluer than they already were, and her overall appearance resembled that of a super model.
Bulma chuckled and began to apply some of the make-up from Chi-Chi's case. The earlier threats Chi-Chi had made had almost scared her, and she wasn't taking any chances. She figured that she'd be better off going to the dance in make-up that looked halfway normal on her compared to going in clown make-up.
The blonde continued to rant, "Why the hell do we have to wear dresses? If the guys like them so damn much they should wear them themselves instead of making us suffer!"
A mental picture of Vegeta, Goku, and Krillen wearing full length, pink prom dresses sent Bulma and 18 into a fit of laughter.
Chi-Chi came out of the bathroom and sent Bulma in after approving of her make-up. Her dress was black and red, and the hem reached mid thigh. The colors set off her eyes and skin tone making her look even better than she usually did.
Bulma pulled the top of her dress down over her head and smoothed it out of her skin. Downstairs she could hear low-pitched voices that mean the boys were there.
"Woman!" Vegeta's voice boomed. "Get your fat ass down here, or I'll come up there and bring you down myself."
"Calm down Geta, I'm right here," Bulma said from the top of the stairs.
Vegeta stared up at the girl in front of him; she looked like a completely different person. Her long, aqua hair that normally hung free behind her was now curled and pinned to the back of her head; a few curls had escaped their pins and were now hanging down to frame her face. She wore a two-piece blood red dress with a skirt that was about knee length and sleeves that flared out from the elbow. Lace covered her flat stomach and arms up to the shoulder.
"How come she's allowed to call him Geta?" Goku whispered receiving an elbow in the side from his girlfriend.
Bulma smirked down at her date's shocked expression, "Grab my coat Geta; tonight we put the preps in their place."
Regaining his composure, Vegeta shook his head, "Don't order me around Woman. Get your own damn coat."
"Ass hole," she mumbled as she descended the stairs. "Chi, do you have the 'you-know-what'?"
Chi-Chi pulled a small bottle out her pocket and shook it lightly, "Right here."
"Perfect; why don't you guys go ahead without us? We'll be right behind you." Bulma smirked and turned to Vegeta, "We've got some stuff to talk about."
Chi-Chi gave her fiend an odd look and dragged Goku out of the lab.
"I still don't get why she gets to call him Geta and I don't," he muttered to his girlfriend as she attempted to drag him out of the lab. "He is my cousin, and they've only been friends for a few months."
18 shook her head and walked out to the car with Krillen.
"So what's this about Woman?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.
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A/n: So what did you think? I know it could have been longer, but I ran out of notebook paper! It's very sad, but I'll have more soon!
Here's another thing, I updated Frozen in Time, but I've only gotten 6 reviews for chapter 26. I need more before I will write anything, so to those of you who are reading Frozen in Time, go review chapter 26. NOW, well, review this chapter first, and then review that one….. Heh….. heh…..
Ja'ne!
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