Vegeta ½

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a Goku and Vegeta buddy fic

by

mkh2

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Disclaimer: If Dragonball Z belonged to me… I wouldn't have ruined Chichi's anime personality. Obviously, I don't own DBZ.

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In "Vegeta ½," Vegeta's day starts pretty normally, until he finds himself being talked into going to China with Goku for some sparring time, whereupon he falls into the cursed springs, turning into a girl. Poor 'Geta! What happens to the poor saiyajin no ouji? Will Goku spill the beans? Oh dear!

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 " " – denotes speech

' ' – denotes thinking.

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Vegeta ½

Chapter 8 – Meet my Buddies!

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Pace, pace, pace. Hiss. Stomp. Sigh. Fidget. Stomp, stomp. Groan. Fidget, fidget. Pace, pace, pace…

Goku was feeling… entertained.

Very entertained.

Never before had he seen Vegeta so… fidgety. If she continued like she was, there was likely to be a rather deep trench in the floor by the end of an hour.

"Calm down, calm down… what's there to be so panicky about? The gang is going to be here soon, so just relax," Goku sprawled out on the couch, flipping M&M's into his mouth. Maybe he was feeling so entertained and… giddy… for lack of a better word… due to all the sugar he had just recently consumed.

Nah.

Vegeta continued pacing back in forth in front of Goku, twisting the skirt of her dress anxiously in her hands.

"What if they don't like me?" wondered Vegeta aloud.

Goku fell off the couch.

"What?" Goku stared up at Vegeta, who had come to a halt in front of Goku, in surprise. "I can't believe– did you just say– who are you and what have you done with Bejee?"

Vegeta blinked. "Idiot. I mean, if they don't like me, and they get on my nerves, I might just be tempted enough to blow my cover while blowing them away."

"Oh." It was Goku's turn to blink. Then he grinned. "Well, you won't have to worry about that – they'll like you. I know Kuririn likes you. Let's just hope they don't like you too much." He hopped back on the couch.

"Why's that?" Vegeta tilted her head.

"'Cause," said Goku, "if one of the guys likes you too much, they just might start hitting on you."

"They hit girls who aren't their enemies?"

"Gah!" Goku almost fell off again. "No! Hitting on a person is just another term for flirting with a person."

"Oh. Ew."

"Exactly."

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Kuririn was flying over to Capsule Corp with Yamucha, whom he met on the way over. Both were dressed nicely, mainly because of Kuririn mentioning to Yamucha over the phone the night before that a very pretty girl was going to be there – and she was also the reason for the party. Yamucha had voiced his opinion that if Bulma was going to invite them to meet a pretty girl then she should have told him to dress nicely when she invited him in the first place. Kuririn said he called the others up to let them know about the pretty girl, but he had originally only called Yamucha to make sure he dressed nice so he wouldn't feel under-dressed – after all, wasn't Yamucha with Bulma again?

"Who cares if I'm going with Bulma? When it comes to any pretty girl, I always make sure I dress to impress!"

"But then, Yamucha, on those terms, wouldn't you always dress nice for Bulma?"

"Shut up!"

Therefore, both were somewhat cranky by the time they arrived at Capsule Corp.

Kuririn practically skipped up to the doorbell.

Ding, dong.

The door opened.

Kuririn blushed.

Yamucha nearly had a nosebleed.

Vegeta stood at the door, looking slightly disheveled, wearing the dress and light jacket, and grinning for all she was worth.

"I win, Kakarrotto!"

"No fair! You had a head start!" Goku pouted from behind her. Blinking, he looked up at the two men and grinned. "Hey guys! You're right on time. Bulma, her mother and Launch are out back setting up the drinks. Launch got here an hour ago because Bulma told her Tenshinhan would probably show up."

"Right," Yamucha nodded, his eyes glued on Vegeta, "and are you going to introduce me to this lovely girl?"

"Hm, girl? Oh, you mean, Bejee! Bejee, this is Yamucha, Yamucha, this is Bejee. Let's head to the back! Maybe we can get some snacks this time." Goku turned and raced out of the room.

Vegeta's eyes widened. "Oh no you don't! You are not going to eat all the snacks! Kakarrotto! Get back here!" She raced after Goku, skirt flying up and feet scorching the carpet.

Kuririn was doing a lovely impression of a tomato.

Yamucha was glad he brought extra handkerchiefs – his nose gushed blood like crazy.

"Wow, pink briefs… who'd a figure."

"Really? I thought it looked more like a thong…"

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Vegeta was sitting at the picnic table the others had set up, arms sprawled out in front of her, eyes half-shut in boredom. This party thing might have been fun by Goku's standards but in her opinion it stunk. Big time. The only entertaining part was when Launch, having sneezed herself into the blonde-haired terror, thought Muten Roshi was trying to make a pass on her and busted out her machine gun. For the most part though she remained happily as the sweet bubble-headed blue-haired girl, decked in her yellow peasant shirt and long red skirt. Vegeta only paid attention to that because Goku was laughing about her being in the "primaries" or something… Vegeta wasn't exactly paying attention.

Fwump! Goku sat across from her.

"Go away, Kakarrotto, I'm busy," mumbled Vegeta.

Goku frowned. "Bejee, this is your party –mingle! Have fun! Dance with some of the guys!"

"Dance with some of the guys?" hissed Vegeta. "Are you insane? I'm a guy!"

"So," Goku pouted. "Look, the guys want to dance with you – Tenshinhan only to be courteous – after all, that's all Launch would allow. It'll look strange if you don't dance with the guys. It doesn't have to be a slow dance either – it could be one of those fast ones where you don't have to touch the other person."

Vegeta growled. "This party wasn't my idea in the first place. If you think the guys need to dance so much, why don't you dance with them?" she snapped.

Goku narrowed his eyes thoughtfully before nodding his head.

"Fine, then, I will!"

"Wha-?" Vegeta started in surprise, sitting up in her seat.

Goku, after pausing for some whispering with Bulma, bounced over to the disc changer and after some fiddling with it, different music poured out of the speakers. It was spicy and snappy and bouncy and Vegeta found her feet tapping to the music.

Goku jumped into the center of the dance floor.

"Everybody, conga!"

The line quickly formed and they danced dizzily around the room like some sort of drunken snake. Vegeta couldn't help but smile. It was funny.

Goku, who was at the head of the line, danced nearer to Vegeta.

"Come on Bejee, let's conga!"

Vegeta grinned.

"Sure, Kakarrotto – I'll lead."

Hopping in front of him, she waited for a moment before his heavy hands came down on her shoulders and she lead them all over the room in the craziest patterns she could think of.

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After the conga, they somehow formed a can-can line, did the hokey pokey, the Twist, did the Bunnyhop, did another chain dance (the Train?), and even some country. Vegeta even slow danced three times – first with Goku, then Kuririn, and finally Tenshinhan – he didn't know any of the fast songs, and was much better at ballroom dancing (waltz was his forte, he claimed.) However, she wouldn't dance with Oolong, Muten Roshi, or Yamucha – "Shouldn't you be dancing with your girlfriend?" – Vegeta had noticed one of Yamucha's rather soggy wet red handkerchiefs in the trash.

Smirking about how she had managed to make most of the guys rather winded – after all, she had amazing stamina, for a girl – Vegeta walked over to the punch bowl, situated between the group of guys on her right and the girls on her left, both gossiping about nothing in particular. Well, the girls weren't gossiping much – you can only say so much in front of Mrs. Briefs and Launch, Puar liked to talk about Yamucha (boring conversation there…), and so Chichi and Bulma were basically talking about the "good ol' days." And the guys… the guys… Vegeta peeked out of the corner of her eye at them, curious. She could have sworn she heard them say her name. She moved slightly closer, pretending to be interested in the large assortment of cookies.

"So, do you think I could get Bejee's phone number?" That was Yamucha.

"No!" said five voices at once.

"Yamucha, aren't you going with Bulma?" asked Tenshinhan, rather curiously.

"That's right, he is," jumped in Kuririn. "I was just reminding him about that earlier.

"Besides," interjected Goku, "her number for right now maybe the Capsule Corp's, but back where she lives, with Mute, she doesn't have a phone."

"Oh," said four voices.

Yamucha jumped in, "But her number right now is Capsule Corp's, huh?"

'Stupid!' thought Vegeta. 'Kakarrotto, why'd you have to mention that?'

"Why do you want to know?" asked Goku. Was it just her, or did he have a rather hard edge to his voice?

"Calm down, Goku, I just thought maybe I'd show her around town, let her see all the sights."

"Bulma and I can do that just fine," frowned Goku, "maybe Kuririn or Launch could take her out sometimes, but I don't think she likes you much."

"Why wouldn't she like me?" protested Yamucha. "I'm a nice guy."

"Well, I had mentioned to her that you were with Bulma, but I think you came on to strong to Bejee – and besides, wasn't that your bloody kerchief in the trash?" Goku half-growled at him. "She probably thinks you're being fresh with her."

"And she probably thinks you're the kind of guy to cheat!" interjected Kuririn.

"Hey! When did I ever cheat?" whined Yamucha.

It grew quiet for a minute.

"Yamucha – who do you think was the cause of all the break-ups you and Bulma had?" asked Goku. "Even I noticed how you played around with other girls, and we all know how naïve I am."

"Amen to that," said Oolong. Muten Roshi gave out a hoarse chuckle.

Kuririn nodded. "Goku's right Yamucha – I noticed too, and I'm not naïve in the least."

This time every one laughed, even Tenshinhan, much to Chiaotzu's delight.

"Why are you being so protective of her anyways?" snapped Yamucha, feeling rather annoyed.

"Right, Goku, why are you?" asked Tenshinhan thoughtfully.

"Well," Goku sighed wistfully, "her situation reminds me a little bit of my younger self, growing up just me and Grampa… We understand each other; no offense, you guys are great friends, but you don't know what it's like being alone for so long. Even if she does have Mute, he talks so infrequently it's sort of like having no one at all… Sort of like Wilson in Castaway!" He ended with a chirp.

"I thought the volleyball was named Winston."

"No, it's Wilson, I'm pretty sure of it – Chichi loves that movie."

"Ah." It was quiet for a moment, then

"Hey Goku, where's Gohan?"

"Well, Piccolo said he wasn't going to come, and Gohan decided to stay to train – so long as he promised Chichi to get some studying done…"

Vegeta grew bored listening in, paying attention to the slowly crumbling cookie in her hand. She blinked her eyes in surprise.

How many cookies did she just eat? She could've sworn there were three times that many earlier…

Suddenly the women's group descended on the men and Vegeta found herself standing directly across from Goku, a cookie dangling half out of her mouth. He raised his eyebrows at the cookie and she, blushing in embarrassment at how she must've looked, shoved the cookie the rest of the way in.

For the rest of the time, other than some rather sporadic dancing, Goku having lead the Z-gumi in a rather rousing display of "The Funky Chicken", they stood around in that group, in that tight, yet strangely comfortable, formation, just talking… Everybody seemed to have fun. None of the guys seemed to be upset over the earlier conversation (hey, Goku and Yamucha leaned on each other gasping for air from laughing at something Kuririn had said that turned Bulma and Chichi red with embarrassment – though Launch and the other ladies looked pleasantly clueless… well, Kuririn looked sort of clueless himself) and if anything everybody seemed even closer by the party's end.

Ya know, Vegeta glanced over at Goku at where he stood across from her, laughing with the group, this party wasn't such a total bust after all.

~Owari~

Originally I was going to title this "Meet the Gumi"… Then I remembered that there was a movie called "Meet the Parents"… ::shudders:: So I thought of calling it "Meet the Z-Gumi", but I thought that was pushing it… and I also thought that "Z-Gumi" sounded like some sort of fried veggie, like Zucchini… I don't like Zuchini. I like broccoli, cauliflower, some types of lettuce, on the odd (very odd) occasion spinach, and, oh yes, carrots. Carrots preferably in a potpie. . … For some reason I didn't like "Meet the Z-Gang"… wonder why. ^-^

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About the Funky Chicken – I was remembering having gone to Knott's Berry Farm at New Year's (I think… last year, mebbe?) at midnight, and at this water light show they had a small part, right after the laser light display of Charlie Brown and Linus did this head-tilt-to-the-left dance move thing on the waterfall (very funny, Tippy and I roared with laughter), they put up a laser of a chicken doing the dance… everyone in the general vicinity, Tippy and myself included, danced along with the chicken. I mean everyone (even the people on the ground – when they got up afterwards, their tushies were black. . )

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Hey, don't get me wrong, I do like Yamucha – particularly how funny he used to get over girls at the very beginning of Dragonball – but after meeting Bulma and getting over his inherent shyness, he became quite the womanizer. At the beginning of Dragonball Z at the get-together, when Bulma says that Yamucha won't show up because she didn't tell him about the reunion, she mentions something about him skirt-chasing again. Everybody should be able to tell that he wasn't the most faithful boyfriend.