A/N: haha, I was looking thought he last chapters, I noticed a lot of
mistakes! And please, if any of you are going to review me and pout that I
spelt Vegetto the wrong way, its supposed to be spelt 'vegito' DON'T. Cause
I already know that. I am just trying to 'unique' haha, and I have seen his
name spelt that name. (Probably by a moron and I am just copying off him)
and I am so mad, it seems my story isn't the first of its tale *weep* there
is another, but I hope this one turns out different.
k00runnings-yeah thanks for telling me. I am very mad, tell me if this is ending up like the other one.
suisheu- thank you very much! The arm thing, oh that was just a sore arm, nothing to really think about n_n
Vicious One- yeah I guess if ChiChi and Bulma did that then it would solve the problem! Well one problem, I bet together she would be the most nasty wife!
July- wow glade you like it! Thanks for the idea's, haha, that is the longest review I have ever gotten, good job!
Amy- glade you think its 'perfect' its perfect cause I am perfect, haha, j/p, ttyl!
Chapter 3: Is That An Ice Cube On Your Shelf?
'What the hell is this' I sneered in my thoughts looking at the extra room (that I have insisted on having.) The room...the room...its pink? Beds covered in dappled roses, white lace curtains, pink walls and it smelt like little girls. This isn't the room I had last time! I got Trunks's room! Which far surpassed this! Except always finding dirty underwear under the bed sheets.'
Bulma trailed down the hall to where she saw Vegetto standing at the entrance to his 'new room', holding a bundle of clean close in his armpit, Bulma smiled curiously and walked up behind him, peaking over his shoulder to see what he was staring at, then back at him.
"What is it?" she giggled.
"I am not sleeping in there."
The words just shot from his mouth. This made Bulma annoyed. "What do you mean your not sleeping in there? What's wrong with it?"
Vegetto yanked his bright eyes at her, "its..pink!" he gritted between his clinched teeth.
Bulma couldn't believe this, with a pout she stomped her fists on her hips and rolled her eyes, "and what is wrong with that?!"
Vegetto was growing irate as well, "pink is for girls! I am not a girl! Therefor I refuse to sleep in a 'girls' room!"
"Well you sure are acting like a little girl right now!"
"Are you inclining me to sleep in there?!" he hissed pointing at the bed.
"If the boot fits wear it!"
Vegetto threw the bundle in his arm down on the floor and stopped his foot, "I refuse. I am the strongest being in the universe and I refuse to sleep in that foolish room!"
He declared with his chin in the air and his arms crossed.
"I bet you refuse!" she growled reaching up and grabbing his ear, he let a yelp and hunched over. She then began to grab him against his will into the bed then pushed him onto the bed. When he landed he bounced the felt the bed whirl him back and forth like a rocking chair. His eyes lit up and pushed the bed a few more times. It began to wave about the whole thing. He then began to kick and pout. Realizing it was a water bed.
"I am not sleeping on this!"
Bulma just let out a dreadful sigh, "you want some cheese with that 'whine'? Good riddance, your just like a child!"
Bulma then stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind herself. Leaving Vegetto in his 'pretty' room.
'I made my way to the shower that was connected to the room, opening the fine wood door that led to the bathroom, I wasn't very thrilled to see what 'it' looked like. Probably 'The Little Mermaid' theme. Yehck. Entering the room, I wasn't that far off, it was a pale blue with sea shells....and smelt like women shaving gel. With a grunt I plopped my new set of clothes on the bathroom floor and began to pull off my shirt, I then noticed the large mirror in front of me, which led me to my reflection. Looking at myself I rolled my shirt up in my hands and tossed it aside, taking a step closer to the mirror, leaning over the counter to get a good look at my face. My hair 'was' a dark brown, I never really noticed it, part of me was fairly used to black. the two locks of hair that laid on my brow seemed pretty normal. I reached up and started tugging at them, hy hands then strayed to my earrings, I tried to tug at them a bit to see if the would remove but they wouldn't budge. Oh well, I'll just have to look like a punk kid, that's all.
I then looked downward at my body, then back up at myself in the mirror, my body sure did look good! Muscular but lean, and hey! I think I got a little bit of a tan! (Vegeta half) not bad!
Before I knew it I was only in my boxers, doing poses and flexing my muscles. I have never really taken a look at my conformation before, and I do say, (speaking slyly) I look pretty good, pretty good indeed.'
Enough was enough, Vegetto climbed into the shower and turned it on, shivering at first cause the water was cold, but then relaxed when it grew warm.
Bulma was cutting fiercely at the carrot, cutting into small slices while she mumbled under her breathe.
"That stupid Vegetto, he has some nerve not being gracious to all that I have done for him. Give him clothes, a message, a gravity room, and a 'wonderful' clean room. But no. Complain, complain, complain. Just like Vegeta," right when she said 'Vegeta' she cut down real hard on the carrot in anger but slipped and lacerate her thumb, with a yelp she quickly took her thumb to her lips and began to suck on the cut.
"Stupid Vegetto," she cursed one last time.
Vegetto was probably in that shower for a good half hour, then turned it off and dried off. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he tied it up and walked over to the mirror and stood it front of it. Covered in shower dew, he took his hand and wiped it off, then grabbed a Q-tip, and began to clean his ears. He then brushed his teeth, flossed, put some deodorant on and then slipped his boxers on.
"Well," he smiled looking down at the clothes Bulma handed him, it was simply a pair of khaki pants and a blue commercial shirt that said 'Run For Cancer!' Vegetto slightly frowned and bent down to scoop them up, "I don't have cancer.." he mumbled missing the point of the shirt.
Taking up the pans he began to pull them on, they were pretty fir around the waist but it didn't bother him too much. He then grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head. With one finally gesture he patted himself on the hips then turned to the mirror and froze. The shirt was too short slightly showing the bottom of his navel, and the sleeves were cut practically into his armpits, he then looked to the pants that were hanging above his ankles like flood pants! All of these clothes were far to small!
Bulma was now sticking the diced carrots into a hot pot filled with pee, onion, water, butter and a hunk of ham with the bone. Then out of no where she heard Vegetto's voice, turning around quickly rather irritated she couldn't help but hold back her emotions at the sight. He stood there in his tiny lil outfit with a face that would pair up swell with a sad child wearing bunny pajama's.
"Ah...Bulma. Their a bit..small," he said with a weak smile tugging at his pants.
Bulma couldn't help but burst into laughter! The sight was so ridiculously funny! He looked like a little nerd in junior high wearing the outfit that was rather small.
This made Vegetto frown and cross his arms, "and what may I ask is so funny?"
Bulma couldn't answer, she was laughing to hard that she was hanging off the counter slapping her thigh. She then started pointing at him talking threw her gasps.
"You look like a dork! Hahaha!"
Vegetto wrinkled up his nose and threw his fists to his sides standing on his tippy toes, "what did you just call me!"
Bulma began to calm down a bit and approached him, weaving due to such laughter, plopping her hands on his shoulders she began to tug at the round collar.
"It seems Goku has added you the height, these were Vegeta's clothes, so I think you're a 'bit' to big for them."
Vegetto frowned lightly but was calm, when suddenly Bulma tugged outward on the bottom of the shirt.
"Here, I am going to stretch it out, hold still," she then reached her arms up inside his shirt causing his eyes to bulge. She then began to stretch the material by pushing her arms out then back in then back out again, she then circled around the from an back and did the same thing, all the while, Vegetto felt like he was being passively molested! Bulma finally finished and pulled her arms out.
"There ya go!"
The shirt was a bit large now and touched the top of his pants, so his belly wasn't popping out, she then reached forward and patted him there humorously, "now ya don't look like a lil belly dancer."
Vegetto just ignored her, glade the whole situation was done with. But looked down at his pants, Bulma caught his drift.
"Now those I am going to have to have you take off," she frowned, "its not the nineteen sixties. Tomorrow we can go shopping for clothes!" she finished with a chirp. After all there was nothing she loved more.
Vegetto just gave her a weak smile, "oh...goody." his eyes then strayed to the pot, "what ya cooken?"
Bulma looked to the pot then back at Vegetto, "oh, some split pea soup!"(That's what I had today for dinner! Yum!)
Vegetto's glee turned to a weak glee, "oh...yum...."
"Now go change into your other pants, but don't change your shirt!" Bulma instructed turning back to the pot.
Vegetto obeyed and headed to go change into his gi pants (wouldn't that look interesting)
Finally done changing Vegetto headed back in his rather odd, yet acceptable outfit , he saw Bulma pulling a out a stack of five bowls from the cabinet and laying them next to the stove, she then put the heater under the stove to 'off'. Vegetto made himself present by walking up right behind her and watching every movement she was doing over her shoulder. Noticing him she smiled.
"What's up?"
"When is it going to be time to eat?" he asked cutely.
"Just-a sec," she smiled, pulling out a soup scooper and dipping it in the soup taking a sip, she then tried to decipher rather or not the soup was good. Wanting another advise she turned to Vegetto holding the large spoon.
"Here, taste this."
His eyes lit up.
"Go on taste it. Tell me what you think."
Vegetto accepted and slowly took the scooper from her, looking at the soups texture and detest appearance. A poopy green color with chunks of ham, he winced at it, as good as it smelt it looked sick. He glanced at Bulma who looked at him with hope that he would enjoy it. He felt guilty, he had to try it no matter how revolting it looked. Bring the spoon to his lips he tasted it. He then pulled his lips away and slid the heavy soup about his tongue, his eyes looking away in concentration.
Hmm.
It was good!
Vegetto took a pleasant smile and rubbed his belly, "its great Bulma!"
"Good! I am glade you like it!" she giggled taking the spoon back and mixing the soup once more, "you can go ahead and grab a bowl and eat, my parents nor Trunks will be back till a little later." Vegetto did so. Probably had a good six bowls, along with wheat bred Bulma also served. She was the kinda cook that would always make diet foods, like split pea soup, she never served white bread but wheat. And it was always skim milk never whole, which was opposite to ChiChi's style.
'I laid down on my bed, after I felt the bed wave underneath me. I hate water beds. I tied my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling. Today sure was a long day, and awfully strange, Bulma's attitude was totally off. Sure she acted normal part of it, but the whole...flirting thing *shivers* she never acted that way with me the other days I was here. Though.... I guess she is my wife, *chuckle* one of then anyhow. But I don't know how to approach her. I feel weird if I accepted her flirtatiousness, I would feel like I was flirting with a stranger. I feel that way about ChiChi too. But she hasn't flirted yet so that's good! *pauses* and boy I hope she doesn't start too. I guess I'll have to take this one step at a time, and take what ever comes at me.'
"Wake up sleepy head!" Bulma shouted standing over Vegetto's bed and shacking him (along with the whole bed quivering 'cause it's a water bed') "its time to go shopping!"
Vegetto blinked a couple of times trying to figure out what was attacking him, looking over to see Bulma he frowned lightly then looked to the clock then back at Bulma with more irritation, "its seven O clock Bulma. Why in the world would we leave it seven?" he asked half awake.
Bulma just laughed and began to pull at his wrist, "its Monday! We need to get there early for their sales! Come on!"
Vegetto moaned as he was pulled out of the bed then shoved into the bathroom.
"Hurry up and shower!" she cheered hopping up and down in excitement, she was already showered and dressed. You could never get Bulma late for her Monday sales (whoever heard of mall sales on a Monday?)
Vegetto came out of the shower and slipped on his 'Run For Cancer!' shirt and a towel wrapped around his waist not knowing what pants to wear. Opening the bathroom door into his bedroom to seek out Bulma he found her standing right in front of him holding up a pair of straight leg jeans.
"Try these on! They should fit," she chirped pushing them into his arms.
Vegetto looked then over then gave her a look, "wait...how did you get these?"
Bulma blushed lightly, "ah...they were Yamacha's. From years ago," she added defensively.
Vegetto put his hands on his hips, "Bulma, why would you have his pants?" Bulma pulled at her fingers, "well ah...we were young and he came over for the night and I kept his pants. You know how kids are. Its always cool to have one of you boyfriends clothes," she added trying to soften the idea.
Vegetto started into the bathroom, "yeah...especially their pants," he said dryly waving them about then disappearing into the bathroom.
Bulma and Vegetto exited Capsule Corp and walked down the street to the bus station which wasn't far because they lived on the outskirts of the giant city which was littered with bus stops.
"Cant I just fly us there or have you drive," Vegetto complained fallowing Bulma who was dressed spunky and a purse over her shoulder.
"Oh come on Vegetto, the buses are what makes it so much fun!" Bulma giggled.
"Fun? I don't understand that."
"Oh don't be such a party pooper," Bulma smiled stopping at the bus stop looking to see if the bus was near.
"How long do we have to wait here?"
"Not too long," Bulma smiled then noticed the bus and pointed hopping on her toes, "oh look here it comes!"
"Huh?" Vegetto circled his lips and stood on his toes to see it, and sure enough here it came rolling closer and closer. It then stopped in front of them, when it braked you could hear the breaks shoot out air then came to a halt and opening the door. The two walked up into the buss and release in was pack full of people, not a bench was empty. Vegetto flashed Bulma a scowl and she gave him a nervous giggle and walked in. Heading down the aisle Bulma picked a seat next to another women reading a book, Vegetto kept heading down. walking he was flashed a few smiles from girls and a few glares from senior citizens. Huh, it must me the earrings. He then finally picked a seat next to a rather odd man wearing a outdated brown business suit. Sitting next to him Vegetto crossed his arms and legs trying not to touch the what he would call 'weirdo'.
The bus moved on, quickly he made its way toward the large city.
'What was so fun about this? This was the gayest thing I had ever done in my life. Besides, it smells in here, like funk. Why couldn't we just fly, we could be there already. Bulma is way too head strong, she finds the most weirdest things to be.....wow...*sniffing* what's that smell...god that reeks! That is the most..aw! What is that! ack!
Suddenly, I heard a strange sound, and it was coming from the man next to me. Slowly I did something I was trying to avoid this whole time, glimpsed over and downward at the man sitting next to me, luckily he wouldn't notice me cause he had pulled out a news paper. The sound went off again and same with that foul smell. I felt a lump travel up my throat and cause me to gag. He was farting! I quickly covered my mouth trying to keep me from upchucking. Mr. Fart McNugger next to me, how could I not. It took every fiber of my being no to say something to him or throw him out the window. We are most definitely flying home!'
Finally the arrived at the giant mall (almost like the Mall of America!) Entering it Vegetto though he was going to pass out, there was one to many people. As for Bulma, she was at home!
"Oh isn't this wonderful! Oh and I know just the store for you!"
"What?"
Bulma looked to him suddenly when he spoke, she had never really though about it till now! His voice! It was two guys speaking at once! He couldn't go talking like that, people would think he was a weirdo, slowly she approached him, as cute as he may be and how cute his talking might be, other people wont be as kind hearted.
"Um, Vegetto?"
He looked down at her from wondering with the most adorable face making her feel like scum with what she was about to say.
"Do...do you think you could try and talk...with just one voice?"
"Ahe?!" he squawked surprised at her question.
"Its not that there is anything wrong with it but people just might think you're a ency. bit weird," she said lifting her forefinger and thumb up measuring 'ency'.
"Bulma," he frowned lightly, "I don't think its that easy to do."
"Just try."
Vegetto frowned in concentration, clearing his throat, he began to tap his lips, Bulma hung on his arm in hopefulness. He kept mumbling words then finally lit up with glee and looked to her and spoke in 'only' Goku's voice!
"How is this?!"
"Ahh!" Bulma yelped leaping back, it was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen! Goku's voice coming from a totally different face. Vegetto looked sad, still speaking with the one voice.
"What's wrong? Is it not right?"
"No its perfect, just a little weird to hear only Goku's voice," Bulma smiled patting him on the arm, "now, a, follow me."
The two jostled through the crowded mall, finally coming to 'Streetwise Men' (kinda like an Express For Men) Vegetto wasn't too sure about this, it looked pretty fruity, but Bulma insisted by dragging him in by the front of his shirt. They looked about for a while, Vegetto just looked about aimlessly, while Bulma scavenged through sale racks. Vegetto then came to a manakin wearing tight jeans and a cream shirt that tied at the top and had bell out sleeves. Pulling on the sleeve he then let it go, letting it fall back to the side of the manikin.
"Hey Bulma," he mumbled, "this looks like one of your shirts."
Bulma looked at what he was pointing out and shooed him away, "that's probably for gay guys or Fazio wannabee's ."
Hours past, they had a few bags of clothes that ChiChi picked out for him, he had no saying in it except 'um'. They finally came to their fifth store when Vegetto's stomach started growling, rubbing it he looked to Bulma, "ah Bulma, I am really hungry, you think we can grab a bite?"
Bulma hesitated then shrugged her shoulders, "hey, why not," the two then started heading off toward the food court Bulma then added while walking, "You buy?"
"Huh? I don't have any money!"
"Calm down, I was just joking."
Vegetto stood up to the counter and tapped his fists on it lightly while looking over the overhead menu, fish n' sticks, burgers, hotdogs etc etc. a young girl then came up to the counter and smile up at him.
"Can I help you sir?"
Vegetto looked down at her and smiled then rubbed the back of his neck, "yeah sure! Just hold up a sec!"
"Take all the time you need sir."
'Your darn right I will, being the strongest being in the entire universe I can take as long as I want!' he thought harshly, getting irritated as the girl just kept staring at him.
Looking back down at her he began to order, "I'll have a basket of burgers and a basket of fries, along with another basket of hot dogs," he smiled churlishly, "and a large water."
The girl gave him a nervous smile and punched in the order, "it'll be right with you."
Bulma took a bite of her salad then looked up to see Vegetto walk up with his arms full of three baskets and a large water.
"There you are," Bulma smiled taking a sip of her diet coke, "take a seat."
Vegetto did so and then began to work on his basket of burgers and fries.
"So how much was it?" Bulma asked taking another bite of her salad.
Vegetto squinted then reached into his back pocket where he pulled out the receipt and handed it to her, dropping her fork she took it and looked it over. Vegetto just started stuffing his face, when he saw her crumple it up and take more of her salads, "you're an expensive date," she said dryly taking a mouthful of greens.
Vegetto paused, he had some bred crumbs on the corner of his mouth, "date?"
Bulma looked up at him with surprise, doesn't this guy know a joke?.....or was he....defending the fact that they.....were married? Bulma shook it from her mind and just gave him a playful smile.
A/N: hope you liked it! Sorry if there are a lot of typos, I never have time to look over my stories. Please review if you would be so kind.
k00runnings-yeah thanks for telling me. I am very mad, tell me if this is ending up like the other one.
suisheu- thank you very much! The arm thing, oh that was just a sore arm, nothing to really think about n_n
Vicious One- yeah I guess if ChiChi and Bulma did that then it would solve the problem! Well one problem, I bet together she would be the most nasty wife!
July- wow glade you like it! Thanks for the idea's, haha, that is the longest review I have ever gotten, good job!
Amy- glade you think its 'perfect' its perfect cause I am perfect, haha, j/p, ttyl!
Chapter 3: Is That An Ice Cube On Your Shelf?
'What the hell is this' I sneered in my thoughts looking at the extra room (that I have insisted on having.) The room...the room...its pink? Beds covered in dappled roses, white lace curtains, pink walls and it smelt like little girls. This isn't the room I had last time! I got Trunks's room! Which far surpassed this! Except always finding dirty underwear under the bed sheets.'
Bulma trailed down the hall to where she saw Vegetto standing at the entrance to his 'new room', holding a bundle of clean close in his armpit, Bulma smiled curiously and walked up behind him, peaking over his shoulder to see what he was staring at, then back at him.
"What is it?" she giggled.
"I am not sleeping in there."
The words just shot from his mouth. This made Bulma annoyed. "What do you mean your not sleeping in there? What's wrong with it?"
Vegetto yanked his bright eyes at her, "its..pink!" he gritted between his clinched teeth.
Bulma couldn't believe this, with a pout she stomped her fists on her hips and rolled her eyes, "and what is wrong with that?!"
Vegetto was growing irate as well, "pink is for girls! I am not a girl! Therefor I refuse to sleep in a 'girls' room!"
"Well you sure are acting like a little girl right now!"
"Are you inclining me to sleep in there?!" he hissed pointing at the bed.
"If the boot fits wear it!"
Vegetto threw the bundle in his arm down on the floor and stopped his foot, "I refuse. I am the strongest being in the universe and I refuse to sleep in that foolish room!"
He declared with his chin in the air and his arms crossed.
"I bet you refuse!" she growled reaching up and grabbing his ear, he let a yelp and hunched over. She then began to grab him against his will into the bed then pushed him onto the bed. When he landed he bounced the felt the bed whirl him back and forth like a rocking chair. His eyes lit up and pushed the bed a few more times. It began to wave about the whole thing. He then began to kick and pout. Realizing it was a water bed.
"I am not sleeping on this!"
Bulma just let out a dreadful sigh, "you want some cheese with that 'whine'? Good riddance, your just like a child!"
Bulma then stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind herself. Leaving Vegetto in his 'pretty' room.
'I made my way to the shower that was connected to the room, opening the fine wood door that led to the bathroom, I wasn't very thrilled to see what 'it' looked like. Probably 'The Little Mermaid' theme. Yehck. Entering the room, I wasn't that far off, it was a pale blue with sea shells....and smelt like women shaving gel. With a grunt I plopped my new set of clothes on the bathroom floor and began to pull off my shirt, I then noticed the large mirror in front of me, which led me to my reflection. Looking at myself I rolled my shirt up in my hands and tossed it aside, taking a step closer to the mirror, leaning over the counter to get a good look at my face. My hair 'was' a dark brown, I never really noticed it, part of me was fairly used to black. the two locks of hair that laid on my brow seemed pretty normal. I reached up and started tugging at them, hy hands then strayed to my earrings, I tried to tug at them a bit to see if the would remove but they wouldn't budge. Oh well, I'll just have to look like a punk kid, that's all.
I then looked downward at my body, then back up at myself in the mirror, my body sure did look good! Muscular but lean, and hey! I think I got a little bit of a tan! (Vegeta half) not bad!
Before I knew it I was only in my boxers, doing poses and flexing my muscles. I have never really taken a look at my conformation before, and I do say, (speaking slyly) I look pretty good, pretty good indeed.'
Enough was enough, Vegetto climbed into the shower and turned it on, shivering at first cause the water was cold, but then relaxed when it grew warm.
Bulma was cutting fiercely at the carrot, cutting into small slices while she mumbled under her breathe.
"That stupid Vegetto, he has some nerve not being gracious to all that I have done for him. Give him clothes, a message, a gravity room, and a 'wonderful' clean room. But no. Complain, complain, complain. Just like Vegeta," right when she said 'Vegeta' she cut down real hard on the carrot in anger but slipped and lacerate her thumb, with a yelp she quickly took her thumb to her lips and began to suck on the cut.
"Stupid Vegetto," she cursed one last time.
Vegetto was probably in that shower for a good half hour, then turned it off and dried off. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he tied it up and walked over to the mirror and stood it front of it. Covered in shower dew, he took his hand and wiped it off, then grabbed a Q-tip, and began to clean his ears. He then brushed his teeth, flossed, put some deodorant on and then slipped his boxers on.
"Well," he smiled looking down at the clothes Bulma handed him, it was simply a pair of khaki pants and a blue commercial shirt that said 'Run For Cancer!' Vegetto slightly frowned and bent down to scoop them up, "I don't have cancer.." he mumbled missing the point of the shirt.
Taking up the pans he began to pull them on, they were pretty fir around the waist but it didn't bother him too much. He then grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head. With one finally gesture he patted himself on the hips then turned to the mirror and froze. The shirt was too short slightly showing the bottom of his navel, and the sleeves were cut practically into his armpits, he then looked to the pants that were hanging above his ankles like flood pants! All of these clothes were far to small!
Bulma was now sticking the diced carrots into a hot pot filled with pee, onion, water, butter and a hunk of ham with the bone. Then out of no where she heard Vegetto's voice, turning around quickly rather irritated she couldn't help but hold back her emotions at the sight. He stood there in his tiny lil outfit with a face that would pair up swell with a sad child wearing bunny pajama's.
"Ah...Bulma. Their a bit..small," he said with a weak smile tugging at his pants.
Bulma couldn't help but burst into laughter! The sight was so ridiculously funny! He looked like a little nerd in junior high wearing the outfit that was rather small.
This made Vegetto frown and cross his arms, "and what may I ask is so funny?"
Bulma couldn't answer, she was laughing to hard that she was hanging off the counter slapping her thigh. She then started pointing at him talking threw her gasps.
"You look like a dork! Hahaha!"
Vegetto wrinkled up his nose and threw his fists to his sides standing on his tippy toes, "what did you just call me!"
Bulma began to calm down a bit and approached him, weaving due to such laughter, plopping her hands on his shoulders she began to tug at the round collar.
"It seems Goku has added you the height, these were Vegeta's clothes, so I think you're a 'bit' to big for them."
Vegetto frowned lightly but was calm, when suddenly Bulma tugged outward on the bottom of the shirt.
"Here, I am going to stretch it out, hold still," she then reached her arms up inside his shirt causing his eyes to bulge. She then began to stretch the material by pushing her arms out then back in then back out again, she then circled around the from an back and did the same thing, all the while, Vegetto felt like he was being passively molested! Bulma finally finished and pulled her arms out.
"There ya go!"
The shirt was a bit large now and touched the top of his pants, so his belly wasn't popping out, she then reached forward and patted him there humorously, "now ya don't look like a lil belly dancer."
Vegetto just ignored her, glade the whole situation was done with. But looked down at his pants, Bulma caught his drift.
"Now those I am going to have to have you take off," she frowned, "its not the nineteen sixties. Tomorrow we can go shopping for clothes!" she finished with a chirp. After all there was nothing she loved more.
Vegetto just gave her a weak smile, "oh...goody." his eyes then strayed to the pot, "what ya cooken?"
Bulma looked to the pot then back at Vegetto, "oh, some split pea soup!"(That's what I had today for dinner! Yum!)
Vegetto's glee turned to a weak glee, "oh...yum...."
"Now go change into your other pants, but don't change your shirt!" Bulma instructed turning back to the pot.
Vegetto obeyed and headed to go change into his gi pants (wouldn't that look interesting)
Finally done changing Vegetto headed back in his rather odd, yet acceptable outfit , he saw Bulma pulling a out a stack of five bowls from the cabinet and laying them next to the stove, she then put the heater under the stove to 'off'. Vegetto made himself present by walking up right behind her and watching every movement she was doing over her shoulder. Noticing him she smiled.
"What's up?"
"When is it going to be time to eat?" he asked cutely.
"Just-a sec," she smiled, pulling out a soup scooper and dipping it in the soup taking a sip, she then tried to decipher rather or not the soup was good. Wanting another advise she turned to Vegetto holding the large spoon.
"Here, taste this."
His eyes lit up.
"Go on taste it. Tell me what you think."
Vegetto accepted and slowly took the scooper from her, looking at the soups texture and detest appearance. A poopy green color with chunks of ham, he winced at it, as good as it smelt it looked sick. He glanced at Bulma who looked at him with hope that he would enjoy it. He felt guilty, he had to try it no matter how revolting it looked. Bring the spoon to his lips he tasted it. He then pulled his lips away and slid the heavy soup about his tongue, his eyes looking away in concentration.
Hmm.
It was good!
Vegetto took a pleasant smile and rubbed his belly, "its great Bulma!"
"Good! I am glade you like it!" she giggled taking the spoon back and mixing the soup once more, "you can go ahead and grab a bowl and eat, my parents nor Trunks will be back till a little later." Vegetto did so. Probably had a good six bowls, along with wheat bred Bulma also served. She was the kinda cook that would always make diet foods, like split pea soup, she never served white bread but wheat. And it was always skim milk never whole, which was opposite to ChiChi's style.
'I laid down on my bed, after I felt the bed wave underneath me. I hate water beds. I tied my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling. Today sure was a long day, and awfully strange, Bulma's attitude was totally off. Sure she acted normal part of it, but the whole...flirting thing *shivers* she never acted that way with me the other days I was here. Though.... I guess she is my wife, *chuckle* one of then anyhow. But I don't know how to approach her. I feel weird if I accepted her flirtatiousness, I would feel like I was flirting with a stranger. I feel that way about ChiChi too. But she hasn't flirted yet so that's good! *pauses* and boy I hope she doesn't start too. I guess I'll have to take this one step at a time, and take what ever comes at me.'
"Wake up sleepy head!" Bulma shouted standing over Vegetto's bed and shacking him (along with the whole bed quivering 'cause it's a water bed') "its time to go shopping!"
Vegetto blinked a couple of times trying to figure out what was attacking him, looking over to see Bulma he frowned lightly then looked to the clock then back at Bulma with more irritation, "its seven O clock Bulma. Why in the world would we leave it seven?" he asked half awake.
Bulma just laughed and began to pull at his wrist, "its Monday! We need to get there early for their sales! Come on!"
Vegetto moaned as he was pulled out of the bed then shoved into the bathroom.
"Hurry up and shower!" she cheered hopping up and down in excitement, she was already showered and dressed. You could never get Bulma late for her Monday sales (whoever heard of mall sales on a Monday?)
Vegetto came out of the shower and slipped on his 'Run For Cancer!' shirt and a towel wrapped around his waist not knowing what pants to wear. Opening the bathroom door into his bedroom to seek out Bulma he found her standing right in front of him holding up a pair of straight leg jeans.
"Try these on! They should fit," she chirped pushing them into his arms.
Vegetto looked then over then gave her a look, "wait...how did you get these?"
Bulma blushed lightly, "ah...they were Yamacha's. From years ago," she added defensively.
Vegetto put his hands on his hips, "Bulma, why would you have his pants?" Bulma pulled at her fingers, "well ah...we were young and he came over for the night and I kept his pants. You know how kids are. Its always cool to have one of you boyfriends clothes," she added trying to soften the idea.
Vegetto started into the bathroom, "yeah...especially their pants," he said dryly waving them about then disappearing into the bathroom.
Bulma and Vegetto exited Capsule Corp and walked down the street to the bus station which wasn't far because they lived on the outskirts of the giant city which was littered with bus stops.
"Cant I just fly us there or have you drive," Vegetto complained fallowing Bulma who was dressed spunky and a purse over her shoulder.
"Oh come on Vegetto, the buses are what makes it so much fun!" Bulma giggled.
"Fun? I don't understand that."
"Oh don't be such a party pooper," Bulma smiled stopping at the bus stop looking to see if the bus was near.
"How long do we have to wait here?"
"Not too long," Bulma smiled then noticed the bus and pointed hopping on her toes, "oh look here it comes!"
"Huh?" Vegetto circled his lips and stood on his toes to see it, and sure enough here it came rolling closer and closer. It then stopped in front of them, when it braked you could hear the breaks shoot out air then came to a halt and opening the door. The two walked up into the buss and release in was pack full of people, not a bench was empty. Vegetto flashed Bulma a scowl and she gave him a nervous giggle and walked in. Heading down the aisle Bulma picked a seat next to another women reading a book, Vegetto kept heading down. walking he was flashed a few smiles from girls and a few glares from senior citizens. Huh, it must me the earrings. He then finally picked a seat next to a rather odd man wearing a outdated brown business suit. Sitting next to him Vegetto crossed his arms and legs trying not to touch the what he would call 'weirdo'.
The bus moved on, quickly he made its way toward the large city.
'What was so fun about this? This was the gayest thing I had ever done in my life. Besides, it smells in here, like funk. Why couldn't we just fly, we could be there already. Bulma is way too head strong, she finds the most weirdest things to be.....wow...*sniffing* what's that smell...god that reeks! That is the most..aw! What is that! ack!
Suddenly, I heard a strange sound, and it was coming from the man next to me. Slowly I did something I was trying to avoid this whole time, glimpsed over and downward at the man sitting next to me, luckily he wouldn't notice me cause he had pulled out a news paper. The sound went off again and same with that foul smell. I felt a lump travel up my throat and cause me to gag. He was farting! I quickly covered my mouth trying to keep me from upchucking. Mr. Fart McNugger next to me, how could I not. It took every fiber of my being no to say something to him or throw him out the window. We are most definitely flying home!'
Finally the arrived at the giant mall (almost like the Mall of America!) Entering it Vegetto though he was going to pass out, there was one to many people. As for Bulma, she was at home!
"Oh isn't this wonderful! Oh and I know just the store for you!"
"What?"
Bulma looked to him suddenly when he spoke, she had never really though about it till now! His voice! It was two guys speaking at once! He couldn't go talking like that, people would think he was a weirdo, slowly she approached him, as cute as he may be and how cute his talking might be, other people wont be as kind hearted.
"Um, Vegetto?"
He looked down at her from wondering with the most adorable face making her feel like scum with what she was about to say.
"Do...do you think you could try and talk...with just one voice?"
"Ahe?!" he squawked surprised at her question.
"Its not that there is anything wrong with it but people just might think you're a ency. bit weird," she said lifting her forefinger and thumb up measuring 'ency'.
"Bulma," he frowned lightly, "I don't think its that easy to do."
"Just try."
Vegetto frowned in concentration, clearing his throat, he began to tap his lips, Bulma hung on his arm in hopefulness. He kept mumbling words then finally lit up with glee and looked to her and spoke in 'only' Goku's voice!
"How is this?!"
"Ahh!" Bulma yelped leaping back, it was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen! Goku's voice coming from a totally different face. Vegetto looked sad, still speaking with the one voice.
"What's wrong? Is it not right?"
"No its perfect, just a little weird to hear only Goku's voice," Bulma smiled patting him on the arm, "now, a, follow me."
The two jostled through the crowded mall, finally coming to 'Streetwise Men' (kinda like an Express For Men) Vegetto wasn't too sure about this, it looked pretty fruity, but Bulma insisted by dragging him in by the front of his shirt. They looked about for a while, Vegetto just looked about aimlessly, while Bulma scavenged through sale racks. Vegetto then came to a manakin wearing tight jeans and a cream shirt that tied at the top and had bell out sleeves. Pulling on the sleeve he then let it go, letting it fall back to the side of the manikin.
"Hey Bulma," he mumbled, "this looks like one of your shirts."
Bulma looked at what he was pointing out and shooed him away, "that's probably for gay guys or Fazio wannabee's ."
Hours past, they had a few bags of clothes that ChiChi picked out for him, he had no saying in it except 'um'. They finally came to their fifth store when Vegetto's stomach started growling, rubbing it he looked to Bulma, "ah Bulma, I am really hungry, you think we can grab a bite?"
Bulma hesitated then shrugged her shoulders, "hey, why not," the two then started heading off toward the food court Bulma then added while walking, "You buy?"
"Huh? I don't have any money!"
"Calm down, I was just joking."
Vegetto stood up to the counter and tapped his fists on it lightly while looking over the overhead menu, fish n' sticks, burgers, hotdogs etc etc. a young girl then came up to the counter and smile up at him.
"Can I help you sir?"
Vegetto looked down at her and smiled then rubbed the back of his neck, "yeah sure! Just hold up a sec!"
"Take all the time you need sir."
'Your darn right I will, being the strongest being in the entire universe I can take as long as I want!' he thought harshly, getting irritated as the girl just kept staring at him.
Looking back down at her he began to order, "I'll have a basket of burgers and a basket of fries, along with another basket of hot dogs," he smiled churlishly, "and a large water."
The girl gave him a nervous smile and punched in the order, "it'll be right with you."
Bulma took a bite of her salad then looked up to see Vegetto walk up with his arms full of three baskets and a large water.
"There you are," Bulma smiled taking a sip of her diet coke, "take a seat."
Vegetto did so and then began to work on his basket of burgers and fries.
"So how much was it?" Bulma asked taking another bite of her salad.
Vegetto squinted then reached into his back pocket where he pulled out the receipt and handed it to her, dropping her fork she took it and looked it over. Vegetto just started stuffing his face, when he saw her crumple it up and take more of her salads, "you're an expensive date," she said dryly taking a mouthful of greens.
Vegetto paused, he had some bred crumbs on the corner of his mouth, "date?"
Bulma looked up at him with surprise, doesn't this guy know a joke?.....or was he....defending the fact that they.....were married? Bulma shook it from her mind and just gave him a playful smile.
A/N: hope you liked it! Sorry if there are a lot of typos, I never have time to look over my stories. Please review if you would be so kind.