Disclaimer-Dragonball isn't mine

The Legend of The Dragonballs

"Well, given your brother's moods, it's no surprise…oh my God!"

Bulma cut herself off as she snatched up the flashing ball. "This is it. The 4-star ball!"

Goku grabbed the ball from Bulma's hands. "What are you talking about? This is Grandpa's ball. He gave it to us before he died. He said to protect it."

"Didn't he ever tell you what this ball is capable of?!" Bulma exclaimed, waving her hands, fingers spread.

"What are you talking about?" someone growled from behind her.

"I thought you were at the river, Vegeta," Goku said.

"No fish." Vegeta walked in and sat down. "What are you talking about?"

"This is the 4-star Dragonball. One of 7. This thing, with the others, can do great things. Almost anything you want it to!"

"What are you talking about?" Vegeta reiterated.

"Isn't it obvious, moron? It grants a wish!"

In a flash, a clump of her hair was in Vegeta's hand. "Watch who you're calling a moron," he snarled, and let go of her hair.

"S-sorry." She turned back to the ball. "When you gather up the 7 balls, you can summon a Dragon, Shenron. He'll grant almost any wish you want."

"Almost?" Vegeta sneered.

"Well, you can wish someone back from the dead, but only once. Other than that, anything you want is yours."

"Anything." Vegeta smirked. "Hey, Goku, what about immortality? It'd be fun to live forever."

"Nah. It'd get boring. Besides, you'd get old and be old forever. And everyone you know would die and you'd be totally alone and depressed. And then if you tried to suicide it wouldn't work."

"Stop talking, Goku."

Goku made a face at him.

"Memo to self," Bulma muttered. "Never let Mom and Dad have another child."

"What are you going to wish for?" Goku asked.

"I told my parents I wanted a lifetime supply of strawberries. But I really want a perfect boyfriend."

"Why'd you lie to your parents?" Goku asked.

"Do you think they'd let me wish for a boyfriend?"

"I still don't think you should've lied to them," Goku said stubbornly.

"And for a boyfriend? That's a stupid wish," Vegeta scoffed. "What's the matter, can't get your own men?"

Bulma turned red-faced. "I can get my own men!"

"Then why wish for one?"

"To save time!"

"Right." Vegeta took on the half-exasperated, half-bored face. "And some random dragon who resides in 7 balls with stars on them can instantly read your mind and tell what you're looking for in a man, and then bring forth the perfect guy. Yeah. That's plausible."

"What's your idea of a perfect boyfriend?" Goku questioned.

"Someone who won't question my orders and listens to everything I say, who'll stick with me, who'll protect me, who'll watch a romantic movie with me and not care about sports…"

"Then buy a dog," Vegeta interrupted. "No such man exists."

"There's such a thing as TACT, thank you very much!" Bulma yelled at him.

"Tact is for people who aren't witty enough to be sarcastic," Vegeta retorted.

"Uh, guys…?" Goku said.

"WHAT?!" they both yelled at him.

"Um, it's getting dark, and I was wondering where we could put Bulma to sleep for the night?"

"Outside," Vegeta said.

"WHAT?! There is NO way I'm sleeping out there with the bugs and snakes and dinosaurs and God knows whatever else! I'll kill myself before I do that!"

"Then kill yourself, and do the world a favor."

"You little…!"

"Come on, guys, don't fight, please?" Goku begged.

Vegeta sat back, arms folded. "She can sleep on the floor. I'm not giving up my bed."

Goku looked exasperated. "But, Vegeta…"

The I'll-Rip-Out-Your-Throat-If-You-Say-Another-Word Vegeta gave Goku the Glare From Hell™.

"You can take my bed, Bulma," Goku offered quickly.

"Thank you. Unlike your brother, you are a true gentleman."

Goku looked embarrassed. "No problem."

A little uneventful, but all inspiration just flew out the window. I'll have to watch some more DB to get it back.