Nightmares Of Anime Characters
By Pikachu Hunter
Dragonball Z : Vegeta
Vegeta drifted off to sleep at last, but feared the dreams he might have, for the
last thing he had seen or thought about before he had fallen asleep was the terrible, awful pink
shirt with the label 'Bad Man' on the back. He shuddered, and rolled over in his bed, leaving no
covers for Bulma, who shivered and smacked Vegeta until he gave back half the blanket.
He stood in front of the closet. He scanned his options for the day's apparel, and sighed.
Bulma had purposely taken all of Vegeta's Saiyan armor, customized outfits and Gi's and thrown
them in the wash to make sure he had no options to look 'war-like' this morning, which
happened to be Sunday. Bulma was again forcing him to attend church with her and Trunks,
their eight-year-old son. He flipped through the human made clothes Bulma noticed he never
wore, which was what she left.
He chose a pink T-shirt with a white label on the back. He knew it wasn't very like
himself to wear such happy and bright colors, but it must have been at least twenty degrees
Celsius outside and he had no intention of wearing something that would make him sweat. The
other shirts were all long-sleeved and turtlenecked, and Vegeta knew Bulma would be quite
pleased with his...'selection.''So Vegeta slipped on the pink shirt over a white muscle shirt. Then
he searched the pants drawer.
"Oh, of course," Vegeta groaned, holding up a pair of soft yellow pants. "This looks
absolutely lovely!" He droned on and on about the terrible selection of clothes she had made for
Vegeta, and how he didn't even get a choice on his pants, because every other pair was either
destroyed or 'in the wash'.
He slid into the highly disliked pants and walked downstairs. Bulma smiled as she saw
him come into view in her pre-planned outfit. "Good morning, Vegeta!" She sang. Trunks looked
up from his cereal and almost choked on a mouthful of Fruit Loops. Then he started giggling, and
fell off his chair in a heap of massive howling laughter. "Oh, shut up, Trunks." Vegeta said,
grabbing a piece of toast from the toaster.
"I'm so glad you're wearing something suitable for church this morning, Vegeta," Bulma
kissed him on the cheek while walking by with a pot of hot coffee. "Cup or mug?" She shook the
pot at Vegeta.
"Armor. Now." He folded his arms over his chest and sat on the couch in front of a
flatscreen television set.
"And uh...Black coffee in a cup. Hurry it up, woman, ain't got all day!" Vegeta
roared in his sleep. Bulma sat up, then looked at Vegeta. He was even ordering her around in his
sleep. "The nerve of that man, I swear!" Bulma gave up on fighting over covers with a Saiyan;
she got up and got a second blanket. "I'll hurt you if you try to take this one from me, you
blanket-stealing Saiyan." She threatened.
"Well, woman? Hurry up and get me my armor, I'm not leaving this spot without
it unless the couch is on fire. I might not even move then!" Vegeta hated to wait, and he flicked
on the t.v. Trunks put his empty bowl on the countertop, and sat down beside his father.
"What's on, Dad?" He asked.
"Nothing much, Trunks. Just news and how hot it is outside."
"How hot is it outside?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes."
"Why does it matter?!" Vegeta pointed the remote at Trunks. Bulma sighed, and
went downstairs to get a basket of laundry to fold. "Men," she muttered.
"Get some of my regular clothes for me while you're down there," Vegeta called
after his already exhausted wife. She screamed and threw the basket down the stairs.
Then it happened. The worst fear of Vegeta had just come true.
"Get it yourself!" Bulma yelled, stomping over to the television and flopping
down in front of it. She wrenched the remote from Vegeta's grasp and changed the channel until
she found a nice, boring house renovation series being aired in a marathon.
Vegeta's jaw dropped. "D-d....do it y-y-yourself-f-f...? Ah?" He stuttered,
dumbfounded at his wife standing up for herself. Bulma nodded, and changed the channel to a
soap opera. "That's right, bucko. I'm not making your meals, not cleaning our room, the house,
or anything, and I'm certainly NOT doing any more of Trunks' math home work! Just...both of
you! Do it yourself!"
Two hours later, Vegeta was wearing a pink laced white apron, and was stirring
a soup while Trunks folded the mountains of laundry around him. Bulma sniggered, sitting on the
couch and enjoying herself. "Y'know, I'd like to have some music." She said, clapping four times.
Trunks whined, and Vegeta stirred the soup faster. "You're not making me sing that song for you
again!" Vegeta said, declining the offer of singing for his wife for the fourteenth time that hour.
Bulma laughed. "Oh, Vegeta, I do hope you like cleaning toilets..." Vegeta jumped, and instantly
began to sing.
"It's a hard knock life, for us!" He said enthusiastically. Trunks hummed and
sang the echoes, keeping time while continuing to shake out lint from socks and match them to
the other one. Bulma frowned. "No, not that one," she said. "The other one." She smiled. Vegeta
shook his head and slammed his fist on the stove, rattling the pot the soup was in. "Nuh-uh, no
way Bulma, you are NOT making me sing THAT!" He yelled. "This is where I draw the line!"
"...toilet cleaning duty, boys?..."
"Yaih! Okay okay!" Vegeta cringed. Counted to four, setting the time for himself
and Trunks. "The sun'll come out...Tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that-tomorrow, there'll be
sun!" Vegeta sung.
"Yai, NOT TOMMORROW! NOOOOO!" Vegeta sat up screaming. Bulma looked over in his
direction. "I knew watching 'Annie' when you were asleep beside me would be bad luck! Now
you've probably woken Trunks!" She croaked. "And I haven't been able to sleep since you started
snoring," she added.
***
[Again, sitting in the talk-show like room was Pikachu Hunter, accompanied by her favorite guest,
Vegeta. Also in the studio was his family.]
Pikachu Hunter:So, what did you think of this, Vegeta?
Vegeta: I hate those songs! How can you stand them, Bulma?!
Bulma:I can...but you need to gimme a break!
Trunks:But we're Saiyans! We conquer and sell, not fold and scrub!
Vegeta:The cracker's got a point!
Trunks:Cracker?
Bulma:You called my son a cracker?!
Vegeta:Pikachu Hunter, you can like, back me outta this mess, right?...Right?
Pikachu Hunter:...uh...
Vegeta:...(weakly)Right?
Pikachu Hunter:No. We're not in a story anymore. We're in a live thingy with your comments on
the story. I can't do anything to save you but give you this advice: Check out next chapter and
run fast!!
[We leave the scene with Vegeta being chased by a furious mother and son duo, and an author
hiding under the coffee table to avoid being hit in the head with the large umbrella Bulma had
armed herself with.]
By Pikachu Hunter
Dragonball Z : Vegeta
Vegeta drifted off to sleep at last, but feared the dreams he might have, for the
last thing he had seen or thought about before he had fallen asleep was the terrible, awful pink
shirt with the label 'Bad Man' on the back. He shuddered, and rolled over in his bed, leaving no
covers for Bulma, who shivered and smacked Vegeta until he gave back half the blanket.
He stood in front of the closet. He scanned his options for the day's apparel, and sighed.
Bulma had purposely taken all of Vegeta's Saiyan armor, customized outfits and Gi's and thrown
them in the wash to make sure he had no options to look 'war-like' this morning, which
happened to be Sunday. Bulma was again forcing him to attend church with her and Trunks,
their eight-year-old son. He flipped through the human made clothes Bulma noticed he never
wore, which was what she left.
He chose a pink T-shirt with a white label on the back. He knew it wasn't very like
himself to wear such happy and bright colors, but it must have been at least twenty degrees
Celsius outside and he had no intention of wearing something that would make him sweat. The
other shirts were all long-sleeved and turtlenecked, and Vegeta knew Bulma would be quite
pleased with his...'selection.''So Vegeta slipped on the pink shirt over a white muscle shirt. Then
he searched the pants drawer.
"Oh, of course," Vegeta groaned, holding up a pair of soft yellow pants. "This looks
absolutely lovely!" He droned on and on about the terrible selection of clothes she had made for
Vegeta, and how he didn't even get a choice on his pants, because every other pair was either
destroyed or 'in the wash'.
He slid into the highly disliked pants and walked downstairs. Bulma smiled as she saw
him come into view in her pre-planned outfit. "Good morning, Vegeta!" She sang. Trunks looked
up from his cereal and almost choked on a mouthful of Fruit Loops. Then he started giggling, and
fell off his chair in a heap of massive howling laughter. "Oh, shut up, Trunks." Vegeta said,
grabbing a piece of toast from the toaster.
"I'm so glad you're wearing something suitable for church this morning, Vegeta," Bulma
kissed him on the cheek while walking by with a pot of hot coffee. "Cup or mug?" She shook the
pot at Vegeta.
"Armor. Now." He folded his arms over his chest and sat on the couch in front of a
flatscreen television set.
"And uh...Black coffee in a cup. Hurry it up, woman, ain't got all day!" Vegeta
roared in his sleep. Bulma sat up, then looked at Vegeta. He was even ordering her around in his
sleep. "The nerve of that man, I swear!" Bulma gave up on fighting over covers with a Saiyan;
she got up and got a second blanket. "I'll hurt you if you try to take this one from me, you
blanket-stealing Saiyan." She threatened.
"Well, woman? Hurry up and get me my armor, I'm not leaving this spot without
it unless the couch is on fire. I might not even move then!" Vegeta hated to wait, and he flicked
on the t.v. Trunks put his empty bowl on the countertop, and sat down beside his father.
"What's on, Dad?" He asked.
"Nothing much, Trunks. Just news and how hot it is outside."
"How hot is it outside?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes."
"Why does it matter?!" Vegeta pointed the remote at Trunks. Bulma sighed, and
went downstairs to get a basket of laundry to fold. "Men," she muttered.
"Get some of my regular clothes for me while you're down there," Vegeta called
after his already exhausted wife. She screamed and threw the basket down the stairs.
Then it happened. The worst fear of Vegeta had just come true.
"Get it yourself!" Bulma yelled, stomping over to the television and flopping
down in front of it. She wrenched the remote from Vegeta's grasp and changed the channel until
she found a nice, boring house renovation series being aired in a marathon.
Vegeta's jaw dropped. "D-d....do it y-y-yourself-f-f...? Ah?" He stuttered,
dumbfounded at his wife standing up for herself. Bulma nodded, and changed the channel to a
soap opera. "That's right, bucko. I'm not making your meals, not cleaning our room, the house,
or anything, and I'm certainly NOT doing any more of Trunks' math home work! Just...both of
you! Do it yourself!"
Two hours later, Vegeta was wearing a pink laced white apron, and was stirring
a soup while Trunks folded the mountains of laundry around him. Bulma sniggered, sitting on the
couch and enjoying herself. "Y'know, I'd like to have some music." She said, clapping four times.
Trunks whined, and Vegeta stirred the soup faster. "You're not making me sing that song for you
again!" Vegeta said, declining the offer of singing for his wife for the fourteenth time that hour.
Bulma laughed. "Oh, Vegeta, I do hope you like cleaning toilets..." Vegeta jumped, and instantly
began to sing.
"It's a hard knock life, for us!" He said enthusiastically. Trunks hummed and
sang the echoes, keeping time while continuing to shake out lint from socks and match them to
the other one. Bulma frowned. "No, not that one," she said. "The other one." She smiled. Vegeta
shook his head and slammed his fist on the stove, rattling the pot the soup was in. "Nuh-uh, no
way Bulma, you are NOT making me sing THAT!" He yelled. "This is where I draw the line!"
"...toilet cleaning duty, boys?..."
"Yaih! Okay okay!" Vegeta cringed. Counted to four, setting the time for himself
and Trunks. "The sun'll come out...Tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that-tomorrow, there'll be
sun!" Vegeta sung.
"Yai, NOT TOMMORROW! NOOOOO!" Vegeta sat up screaming. Bulma looked over in his
direction. "I knew watching 'Annie' when you were asleep beside me would be bad luck! Now
you've probably woken Trunks!" She croaked. "And I haven't been able to sleep since you started
snoring," she added.
***
[Again, sitting in the talk-show like room was Pikachu Hunter, accompanied by her favorite guest,
Vegeta. Also in the studio was his family.]
Pikachu Hunter:So, what did you think of this, Vegeta?
Vegeta: I hate those songs! How can you stand them, Bulma?!
Bulma:I can...but you need to gimme a break!
Trunks:But we're Saiyans! We conquer and sell, not fold and scrub!
Vegeta:The cracker's got a point!
Trunks:Cracker?
Bulma:You called my son a cracker?!
Vegeta:Pikachu Hunter, you can like, back me outta this mess, right?...Right?
Pikachu Hunter:...uh...
Vegeta:...(weakly)Right?
Pikachu Hunter:No. We're not in a story anymore. We're in a live thingy with your comments on
the story. I can't do anything to save you but give you this advice: Check out next chapter and
run fast!!
[We leave the scene with Vegeta being chased by a furious mother and son duo, and an author
hiding under the coffee table to avoid being hit in the head with the large umbrella Bulma had
armed herself with.]