Vegeta ½

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a Goku and Vegeta buddy fic

by

mkh2

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Disclaimer: It's official: Christmas has come and gone, and I still do not own Dragonball Z – seems Santa decided not to gift me with my favorite veg-heads. (However, I did get some other things I've been wanting, so I suppose I truly was a good girl ^.^.) Therefore, Dragonball Z and related characters/products still belong to Akira Toriyama-sama… Love his work.

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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 10 – When the girlfriend's away…

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Vegeta lay in bed for roughly half an hour, waiting for the cramps to subside. Unfortunately, she kept running the stuff Goku had explained to her over and over in her head.

'Ugh, when this whole thing is over, I promise to never get on Buruma's nerves like that anymore when I know she' cycling… I still wonder how she manages to have more energy than I do on her cycles and she's just a normal weak human,' Vegeta shoved another pillow under her back. 'And I hope I'm never around that harpy of Goku's when she's cycling either.'

For a moment the thought of a crazed-looking Chichi amused her before she made a face of disgust. "But did he really have to explain what exactly goes on with such graphic detail!" she wailed, grabbing yet another pillow and half-smothering herself with it. 'That nearly made me vomit.'

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Vegeta stood in the kitchen in front of the phone, glaring at the labeled buttons along the side and rubbing her back.

"I'm bored," she announced, seemingly, to the phone.

"Good for you," came Bulma's voice as she entered the kitchen, apparently looking for a pen to fill in the day's crossword puzzle she held under her left arm.

"Which number reaches Kakarrotto's? I want to spar." Vegeta glowered at the "Son-chan and Fam" button. Oh, she knew exactly which button to push.

"Second button from the top, labeled 'Son-chan and Fam' – but didn't you pretty much send him away? Thought you didn't want to see his 'stupid face,' eh?" Bulma, having found the pen, sat at the table.

Vegeta looked over her shoulder, glowering at the blue-haired genius. "Look, I'm cycling, I'm coming down off some serious cramps, and I have the urge to beat something up… got a problem with that?"

Bulma smiled. "Oh, I understand completely – sometimes I'd end up whacking Yamucha over the head with a pillow for hours when I cycle…" she trailed off, frowning. "Though… sometimes it was cause I caught him cheating on me."

"Cheat… never mind… don't wanna know." Vegeta looked back at the phone. "Just pick it up and push the button, right?"

"Yeah… and Bejee?"

"Hm?" Vegeta paused, a centimeter away from pushing the button.

"Don't beat him up too bad," Bulma grinned. "You want him to continue coming back for entertainment purposes, don't you?"

Vegeta smirked. "I'll keep that in mind." She pushed the button. "Ring, stupid phone, ring!"

"Hello?" Goku's voice came in over the phone, some background noise muffling him slightly.

"Kakarrotto, come over here to spar," Vegeta automatically commanded.

"No."

"What?!" thundered Vegeta. "What do you mean, 'No'?"

"Oh, sorry, who is this? I- no, Gohan, you can't eat that, it's your mother's… Can you please speak up?"

"But Daddy!"

"Eh?" Vegeta blinked. "Kakarrotto, it's me, Bejee!" she half-roared in an effort to be heard. "I. Want. You. To. Come. Over. To. Spar."

"Ahh… sorry… um… I thought you didn't want to see my stupid face, Bejee. Gohan, No."

Vegeta was about to chew him out – didn't he say to just call? – when she realized that with Gohan right there and Bulma sitting just a few feet from her, the two couldn't just seem to have suddenly made up in two seconds.

"Kakarrotto, I'm not in the mood. I'm seriously PMSing [boy, she was glad she learned that word; sounded less embarrassing] and I need something to do – I'm bored out of my skull."

"Eh… oh, so that's what – Gohan! Get your hands off the cake! – that's what this morning was all about. Gohan! No, you can't! I can't leave right now – I have to watch Gohan and – Stop it! Wait till your mother gets home! – why don't you come ove -ouch!- over?"

Vegeta blinked. "I don't know where you live." 'Okay, that's not true… but Bejee is not supposed to.'

"What? Speak up, I can't hear – Gohan, you put down that cake right now! – can't hear you."

"I don't know where you live!" she yelled. "Maybe some other time? A little later?"

"I should be free in roughly half an hour… Gohan! Your mother's gonna kill us if you don't. step. away. from. that. cake."

"Come over then? I don't feel like traveling… especially not the way you do," Vegeta made a face.

"But it's – hey! Don't drop it! – it's fun, fast, and easy!"

"Dad, you sound like a commercial."

"Did I? Gohan – no! Ah, Bejee, I'll come over in half an hour – say high to Bulma for me, okay? Gohan! Bye." And Goku hung up.

Vegeta blinked. "Eh… that was… interesting."

"Well," Bulma blinked at Vegeta from over her paper. "How'd it go?"

"Um… he'll be over in half an hour and he says hi," Vegeta turned to leave, thinking slightly.

"That means you have to wait that long to take out your frustrations on him… and you're okay with that?"

"Actually… I feel a little sorry for him – he's babysitting," Vegeta threw over her shoulder. "And guarding a cake."

"Ah. I feel his pain," Bulma nodded, returning to a particularly annoying clue on the puzzle.

"Ditto."

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Fifteen minutes later, Vegeta was reclining on the couch (read: pooled out over the couch like a lump of lard that stays together only due to the fact that it is contained within a flesh sack), her head lolling to the side, when Bulma ran in.

"Oh, Bejee," she breathed. "Yamucha's supposed to be over in ten minutes but I have to go to the main company B on the other side of the city in five minutes for an emergency meeting and I can't reach him on his cell!" She gasped, waving her own cell phone while darting around the living room for her purse, keys and a plane capsule. "Can you please, please, please keep him busy until I get back?"

"Uh… yeah?" Vegeta blinked blearily at her from the armrest. "Can I beat–"

"No, you can't, Bejee. Thanks a mill', catch you later!" And Bulma breezed out the door.

~Owari~

Hee, yes, short, I know, but don't worry, I'm going to have the next chapter up in a bit.

What was up with Gohan and the cake? I have no idea – but it seemed funny to me (considering Tippy and I were acting kinda like that over the cookies Christmas eve.)

To "veggie's boo": hm, yeah, I figured something along those lines. However, I take such accusation seriously, and while later in the day after I posted my note I was laughing over the absurdity of it, as such things usually make me do – normally flames make me laugh a little, probably a side-effect of living with my sister and being around her friends so much – I was having a bad day (and experiencing all the same symptoms that Vegeta was experiencing in the last chapter that sent her into a panic. So hey, everything's cool – you just happened to catch me on a really bad day.