Vegeta ½
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a Goku and Vegeta buddy fic
by
mkh2
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Disclaimer:
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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 13 – …Look who's coming to dinner
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Baking bread is a time to reflect.
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However, sometimes people reflect a little too much and don't pay enough attention….
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"Bejee!" squawked Bulma when she entered the kitchen next. The ten large loaves on the counter had multiplied to twenty despite how much she and Goku had eaten.
"Eh heh heh heh… Um, there was a little more dough than we had expected so I finished baking up the rest?" Vegeta asked more than stated somewhat bashfully. She hadn't thought that baking or any other domestic activities could be much fun but it seems this had proved her wrong. "Kakarrotto had left when there were only ten loaves left but…" She rubbed her hand over her nose, smearing a little more flour she hadn't cleaned up yet all over her cheeks. "Um, we had eaten two each and he had taken one loaf home so…" She looked around. "So, I'm guessing we made…"
"Twenty-five loaves of bread," stated Bulma, still staring around. "What are we gonna do with even twenty loaves of bread?"
"Ah, eat 'um?" suggested Vegeta.
"Bejee! Twenty loaves is a lot to eat! Even if you ate four loaves a day, two for each meal, and my parents and I eat one each day, that's still four days! And I'm quite willing to bet that you wouldn't want to eat so much bread at once each day, so let's cut it back to only two loaves of bread a day and still one for my family and that would be almost seven days!" Bulma cried in exasperation.
"Um… why don't you calm down and have a bite," Vegeta said, guiding Bulma to the bread-laden table. "Didn't you say you'd like to try some?" Slicing off a piece of one, she handed it to Bulma. 'It's best to let her calm down,' Vegeta thought, 'an angry Buruma is a scary Buruma.'
Bulma bit into the slice and chewed on it for a bit, her chewing getting slower and slower before swallowing. "Bejee," she started. Vegeta cringed, expecting Bulma to say how horrible it was.
"Bejee," Bulma breathed again, "Bejee, this is good. I'm amazed – I didn't know you and Son-chan could bake so well!"
"Heh, and this is my first time ever!" Vegeta boasted, putting her hands on her hips proudly.
"Well, I guess that means you had an excellent teacher," smiled Bulma indulgently, eating some more bread. "Hey, have any of the others had some of this? This is really, really good!"
"Eh… no?" Vegeta blinked.
"Hm… no?" Bulma looked from Vegeta to the bread and then to the clock on the wall. "It's almost dinner."
"Huh?" Vegeta blinked at, what was to her, the sudden change of conversation.
"Dinner!" Bulma jumped to her feet. "That's it! We'll show off your cooking prowess and get rid of the extra loaves in one fell blow!" Bulma smacked her fist into her other hand. "And best of all – another party! I've got some calls to make – don't touch the bread till I get back!" Bulma ran out of the kitchen.
"Okay…" Vegeta blinked in confusion after her.
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Bulma hung up the phone and wiped the sweat from her brow, immensely pleased with herself. She had one hour left out of the three hours that she had since she had first bitten Bejee's bread – plenty of time to finish with the setting up of the tables and such. After all, not every one could set up a "dinner party" in under three hours. In roughly ten minutes the rest of the food should arrive.
After rushing out and calling everyone over for that night – two parties in two days is a rather strange thing, after all – she ran back into the kitchen and told Bejee to get to work in cutting up half of the loaves – five into thin even slices like for sandwiches and the other five into chunks like for fondue or simple bread and butter combos. She popped a couple frozen cakes into the oven and called the pizzeria to deliver ten large pizzas (lots of different combos except for one triple cheese that Gohan and Launch liked) and to a deli for lots of specially cut meats and cheeses. She pulled out the lawn chairs and the music, the picnic tables, the string lights and lanterns, and all the rest of the stuff they had out the night before and she and Bejee spent the better half of that hour setting up almost everything – except the food, which Bulma called to confirm was on its way. It was, and now all that was left to set up the food and put the seven of the other ten loaves of bread into gift bags to be taken home. They would keep two for themselves and set the other one out on the table, just in case.
Bulma leaned back for a moment, relaxed, when the doorbell rang.
"That must be the food!" she smiled, before bounding down the stairs and getting Bejee and the deliverers to help set up the food out back. After all, with only forty-five minutes left, you have a lot to do to get yourself looking great when you start out all icky and sweaty.
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Ding, dong.
Vegeta, wearing a nice shirt, overcoat and slacks, walked over to the door and opened it, expecting maybe Kuririn or Tenshinhan and Chiaotzu or perhaps even Launch.
"Hi Bejee!" chirped Goku. "Meet Gohan!" He held the boy up to eye level on Vegeta.
"Hello Miss Bejee," chirped Gohan politely, who was now almost ten though still a little on the short side.
"Um… hello?" blinked Vegeta. "Ah, didn't think it was you, Kakarrotto – don't you normally ring the bell a lot or just use that Insta-Teleport thing instead? What gives?"
"Yes. It's Instant Transmission. Chichi rang the bell," rattled off Goku, putting Gohan down on the ground. "May we come in?"
"Oh, right!" Vegeta stepped back and watched as Goku, Chichi, Gohan and Piccolo stepped inside. "Uh… Eh?" Vegeta blinked up at the tall Namekian who seemed even taller now since she was a short girl.
"Oh, right! Bejee, this is Piccolo, Piccolo, this is Bejee," Goku chirped again. He seemed to be in an awfully chipper mood.
"Okay… hi," Vegeta nodded up at Piccolo who nodded back and then raised an eyebrow at Goku.
"Rather strong, isn't she?" asked Piccolo to Goku, who flushed slightly.
"Um, yeah, I noticed that too," Goku sweat dropped and chuckled nervously.
Another nod, and Piccolo swept away to the back yard, Gohan trailing behind him.
Ding, dong.
"Oh… must be more guests," smiled Vegeta nervously and practically jumped at the door.
"I still say she's an odd girl," muttered Chichi. Goku sighed.
"Yes, dear."
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"Wahoo! Look i' me! Look i' me!" roared Muten Roshi, half-drunk, as he danced around with a lampshade on his head while twirling a couple of plates on sticks. "Spin, baby, spin! Eheheheheh!"
Vegeta shook her head at the drunken old fool and pieced together another sandwich. Goku and his family with Piccolo, Tenshinhan, Chiaotzu, Launch, Kuririn, Muten Roshi and Oolong had all shown up. Needless to say that after the stunt he pulled earlier that day, Yamucha was not invited and thus Puar didn't show up.
Gohan had immediately warmed up to Vegeta and had managed to talk Piccolo to sit with him at her table. Vegeta didn't mind too much except for the fact that Piccolo kept throwing suspicious looks at her. It was beginning to get on her nerves.
There wasn't much dancing this time, it was mostly a dinner party and so people were just lounging around the garden eating and chatting. And everybody was ecstatic at the fact they'd get to go home with a loaf of bread – even Piccolo, who seemed to like the taste despite the fact that he was mostly expressionless the whole evening… other than the suspicious glances, that is.
Goku and Chichi sat across from him, and Bulma was next to Chichi with Launch on her other side, and was, coincidentally, sitting next to Tenshinhan, with Chiaotzu beside him. Vegeta didn't pay attention to the others… well occasionally she'd look at Muten Roshi and Oolong, dancing like idiots off to the side. They were kinda entertaining. Mostly, however, she was just eating and kicking Goku who occasionally kicked back but usually tried to ignore it.
All in all, a rather good day, Vegeta reflected, taking another bite and kicking again at Goku's leg, and Goku again flinched but didn't retaliate. Yup, a good day indeed.
~Owari~
Today was pretty good… Um, yeah.
Sorry about the delay. I just got bored with writing for a bit, though I didn't put out some one-shots here and there.
Did you know that Piccolo is capable of eating food? He did when he was a kid – saw him eat a fish – and, in one episode – the one where he and Goku go to get their driver's license – was complaining about having to eat nothing but fish for the past week. However, he only needs to drink water to survive. Seriously, though, if you need only water to survive and are still able to eat food, wouldn't you if the opportunity is given? I know I would – I love to eat!
Yeah, I know it's pretty hard to set up a dinner party in a few hours but come on – this is Bulma we're talking about. She's a genius with resources and usually the hardest person to get to come to the reunions was supposed to be Goku (unless you wanna count Launch, who I'm pretty certain the creator of DBZ kept forgetting about more often than not, and then maybe Tenshinhan and Chiaotzu.)