Thunk!

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a Goku and Vegeta buddy fic

by

mkh2

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Disclaimer: So, you're asking me if whether or not I own DragonballZ? Well, let's put it this way… until Akira Toriyama puts it down in his will that he's leaving me all things DBZ and kicks the bucket, I own diddly squat. I own diddly and I own squat and that's all I own… other than the very fluffy marshmallow sitting next to me. (Tippy walks in and eats Mr. Marshmallow.) Wha-? Noooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! Now all I own is diddlysquat. Aw phooey.

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Any comments concerning the story that the reviewers have called me on are at the bottom. I had already thought of the reasons… however, I failed to work them into the story so I will do my best to explain all "inconsistencies" with my humblest apologies.

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Thunk! Chapter 3

Now I know my ABCs…

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"I'm….. in the mooooodd for looooooooovveeeee!!!!!! I don't know the reeeessssssttttt of the wooooooooorrrrrrrrddssss!!!!!!  I –ladidadidadi… la di daaa di daaaa!!!!" Bulma was dancing around in her chair, typing on the computer and trying – and miserably failing – to sing along with the song that came up on the radio.

Vegeta peeked around the corner.

"Buruma, any progress on your research yet?" Vegeta called out, ignoring the insistent tugging on the back of his shirt.

"I'm doing the best I can Vegeta! Don't get your panties in a bunch!"

"What! Insolent woman! How dare you insinuate I wear women's underwear – I wear briefs, thank you very much!" Vegeta turned on his heel and marched away, a very excitable Goku trailing behind him.

"Heheheh," Bulma shook her head and turned back to her computer, hard at work. "And the 2 can go… ah! There!" This was, after all, a very challenging solitaire game.

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"Veh-vee! Veh-vee! Veh-vee! Veh-vee! Veh-vee! Veh-vee!" Goku jumped up and down next to Vegeta as the older – though shorter – saiyan was trying to prepare a sandwich, nothing fancy, just a four-foot long sub.

Vegeta's eye twitched. "Can't you say anything else?" He looked over at Goku who had fallen strangely quiet.

"Hnnmmmm…." Goku rubbed his chin thoughtfully before smiling and nodding.

"Okay, let's hear it."

"Meh! Meh meh meh meh mehmehmehmehmehmeh! Mehmeh meh!" Goku chirped and started bouncing around him.

"Vegeta sweat dropped. "Shoulda known."

He continued building his sandwich, trying his best to ignore the happily dancing saiyan who alternated between squeaking "Vehvee" and "meh." 'Hn, maybe I should try teaching him some words – he did learn my name (albeit poorly) rather quickly.'

He finished slathering the top of the thing in mustard and mayonnaise and sat down, kindly giving the Kaka-baby some of it.

"Hm… yes, I'll teach you some basic language… but what? Something simple… a song maybe? I only know a few songs though. Something that wouldn't take all day… A rhyme? Basic words like apple or food sound good." Vegeta tapped his chin thoughtfully and reached for his sandwich only to find it was missing. "Wah-?"

*Burp!* Goku grinned, his face covered with crumbs and a mustard and mayonnaise moustache. "Mmmmmmeh," Goku sighed contentedly, rubbing his full tummy.

Vegeta sighed. "Guess I'll have to eat later." Somehow, teaching Goku to talk seemed more important.

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"Dog."

"Duhf."

"Dog."

"Durhf."

"Dog."

"Douhf."

"Dog."

"Dahf."

"Dog."

"Dah-g"

"Close enough." Vegeta sighed and leaned back. Would it be this difficult with his own kids? He blinked his eyes. 'Am I going crazy? I don't want kids!"

He looked at Goku and, grinning, gave him the thumbs up sign. "Good job."

"Vehvee!" Goku launched himself at Vegeta, arms going around his neck and was curled up on his lap, purring contentedly. Vegeta sighed resigned to his fate. After teaching him more than twenty words, not including the ones that Goku had learned from earlier (he was still puzzling over "Eh wubbu Vehvee") he discovered that as soon as he learned the word well enough he'd get hugged for roughly two minutes… and not even a Super Saiyajin Crowbar could pry him off.

Among the words he first taught after "Vegeta" were "is", "apple", "my", "cat", "prince", "food", "sick", "good", "bad" and "harpy." All in all, not a bad haul. He grinned. He had gotten a real kick out of Goku's second learned sentence (not that the "Eh wubbu Vehvee" line should really count, but…) "Vehvee ethz mah pweenz."*

Yes, teaching is it's own reward.

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Bulma frowned slightly, leaning towards the screen, concentrating very hard. If her calculation was even slightly off it could be disastrous. Her fingers twitched, could she risk pressing it? What if she messes up? Could she mess up? No! Of course not! She is Bulma, the amazing, beautiful, blue-haired genius – no one and nothing can beat her in mental prowess. She gritted her teeth. So, they think they can challenge her, do they? She'll show them.

Vegeta peered into the lab again.

"Wow Kakarrotto, she's really working hard on this. Come, let's go find more things for you to learn." Grabbing onto Goku by the sleeve he dragged him down the hall – Kakkarrotto had seemed pretty interested in some of the machines in their and in Vegeta's book Kakarrotto and machines do not mix.

Bulma slowly slid the mouse across the pad and leaned back, sighing in relief.

"Phew! Who knew that virtual Jenga could be such a challenge!"

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"All right Kakarrotto, and again, who is this?" Vegeta was standing next to a rather big picture of the Z gang at one of their most recent gatherings at Capsule Corp. He pointed at himself standing next to Goku, both leaning against the buffet table.

"Pweenz Vehvee." (Prince Vegeta)

"Good! And this is…?" He pointed at Oolong who was covered with punch.

"Oynkuh." (Oinker)

"Right again." He pointed at Roshi who was seen with a blush mark over his nose, a slap mark over his face, his head covered with silly string and currently spinning dishes on sticks.

"Purrvuhr." (Pervert)

"Or…" Vegeta prompted.

"Ohmahn." (Old man)

"Very good. The little fellow over here." Vegeta pointed at Kuririn who was chatting with Yamcha while pouring a cup of punch.

"Bawlby?" (Baldy)

"That's right. And the big buffoon next to him?" Pointing to Yamcha.

"Baka!" (Baka – Idiot)

"Or?"

"Ibbee-ut." (Idiot)

"Too right, too right. And this blue-haired onna is…?" A smiley Bulma was seen chatting with an equally smiley Chichi.

"Bloomers!" (…enough said.)

Vegeta sweat dropped. "Why do you keep saying that? It's Buruma."

"Buh-Bloomers!"

"Never mind. So then who is the black-haired onna?"

"Hawpy?" (Harpy)

"E-hexcellent." Vegeta smirked proudly.

"We should show Buruma what a fast learner you are. What say you and I go visit her right now and show off? You can even sing one of those little songs I taught you," Vegeta suggested.

"Meh! Ahbeeki?"

"Yes, yes, ABCs is fine."

~Owari~

*"Vehvee ethz mah pweenz."  … Aw, come on; is it really that hard to translate? Alright, here it is: "Vegeta/Veggie is my prince." Well, whaddya expect? Bejee's got some ego on him.

Okay everybody! Let's dance stupid! ::does the specially patented Mikki dance moves mentioned in the "Inuyasha and the Drive Thru of Doom" story::  And twirl and twist and funky chicken!  (Tippy: why would anybody do that?  mkh2: aren't you the one who agreed with me saying that every should dance stupidly in their underwear at least once in their lives?  Tippy: … I don't recall ::exits real fast::  mkh2: wow… I never knew she could move so fast.)

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Did you know that when I was running spell check on my computer for this fic the computer suggested that sukiyaki would be an appropriate replacement for saiyajin? Yup. It really did.

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To my reviewers:

Kinosei:  Ah, I saw what a huge error I made in leaving out the explanation thanks to your email. The truth of the matter is simply that each had regressed to a different stage in their mental development. Goku reverted back to toddler hood, back the way he was when he first arrived on Earth; however, Vegeta was even younger (originally I was going to make Goku carry Vegeta around all day but I wanted Vegeta to hit his head of his own doing.) Sorry for the confusion – Goku wasn't smarter (well maybe he was at one point, only the mental trauma and unusual upbringing must have set him back somewhat –though he was taught how to read [somewhat] by Muten Roshi as was evidenced in one Dragonball episode [poor Goku, getting his tiny little brain filled with smut!])

Sugarhigh6:  I didn't say the car hit him on the head - if you hadn't noticed, he slammed into a wall (brick, cement, reinforced steel - all good) and made a Veggie print on it and everything... that's when he hit his head, though, I'm sure, the car gave him quite the tummy ache, or nice lil bruise...

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I do not own the song "I'm in the mood for love." I'm not even sure if that is the actual name, much less the singer/writer. All I know is that Alfaalfa was very cute singing it at the radio contest on that one "Littl Rascals" episode, and I don't own that either… I'm so poor! Waaaah!!!!!

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Heheheh… I just read Chuquita's "Are you my Mommy?" and in the last chapter, up near the beginning of the story – Vegeta calls Goku his "big buddy" and confesses that he loves Goku – bwahahaha! I think sometimes in some of Chuquita's later stories you see Vegeta shrieking that he never said that he loves/d Goku but in this chapter he does say the words. So to Vegeta: HA!

The time it took for the story was: 1 hr 38 mins

I put it this way because I had to keep going back and continue or fix the story as I was continuously interrupted the duration of the typing time.