In an Instant
Part 8
Treaties
Disclaimer: I need a sumer job. Do you really think I own this? I wish! I'd be making money! Hah!
I'm sorry it's short, but. . . well, there wasn't much left!
ENJOY!
Sadly, the group didn't have the chance to kill the king. Bardock took one look at the man and nearly fainted in horror. Partially becuase of the. . . interesting hair colour the man now sported, and partilly because the man was tied up on his own throne. Trunks gave a vengeful smile. "He offended Mama," The child explained with all the supiriorty he could musster.
"Right," Bardock coughed, shaking his head. This was so surreal that Bardock began to wonder if he was trapped in some crazy never-ending nightmare.
Gohan shrugged and looked to the king. "Well, I can't say you weren't warned about making the women mad."
Videl smirked, pulling out a pair of scissors. "Of course he was. He was just too stupid to listen."
"Like Goku and Vegita do all the time!" Chichi rubbed her hands together maliciously.
The king managed a small whimper around his gag. Videl advanced, scissors held high. She carressed his hair, smirking, and set about shaving of a strip in the middle. He now looked like he had a backwards mowhawk, the hair on either side of a shaved stripe, rather than a line of hair surrounded by the shaved parts.
His beard was next, trimmed and teased until it resembled a flower. Chichi had the audicity to spary it with purfume. Then Videl's sights were reset. A little lower. On his tail.
The king thrashed as Videl approached, her eyes glittering. "Now you pay."
The Saiya-Jins in the room winced as she began to trim it, shaving some weird pattern into the poor king's spare appendage. Gohan held his tail protectivly to his chest. She had done that to him once, and the thought of the razor burn he had recieved still made him want to cry.
Vegita had nearly repeated what Gohan was doing, but he was muttering something to his tail that sounded amazingly like, "Don't worry, it's okay, I won't let the crazy human hurt you."
Bulma was cheering.
"What's with the tails?" Erasa finally asked, as the other woman rubbed their hands together and cackled evilly.
"A Saiya-Jin's tail is his pride and joy," Toma explained. "We would like to keep them intact, thank you. What she just did--no one deserved that."
"She probably gave him razor burn too, which is even worse since a tail is the most sensitive part of a Saiya-Jin's body. It's an extension of our spine and central nervous system," Gohan added. "She did that to me, once. I couldn't sit for a month without pain."
The king finally broke under the small female's onlsaught. "What do you want from me?" He whimpered.
"We really didn't want anything," Bulma offered sweetly. "That was mostly for upsetting us. Vegita didn't mention that human women are coniving little bitches, did he."
"If you promise to be good, we'll let you go," Chichi added.
"Anything! I'll do anything! Just get these mad women away from me!" Videl cut the ropes and the king moved to cower behind Bardock. "How come they didn't attack YOU?"
"I didn't attempt to kill any of them, and did my best NOT to insult them, my lord," Bardock informed him, smugly.
Chichi patted Bardock's head. "That and he's soooo much cuter than YOU! He just has that whole, 'I need fed, and loved, and taken care of,'aura down. He's sooooo cute!" She sounded like she was refering to some sort of puppy. Bardock, feeling no need to endanger his tail, didn't say anything to disallusion her.
"All I want is you off my planet! I'll agree to anything! Anything at all!" The king was sobbing now, and Vegita had to hide his laughter. His father, sobbing, all because of some tricks that his mate and son had played on him? He'd never survive the Briefs household.
"All we wanted was a peace treaty and a vacation, Father," Vegita held in his laughter at the look of horror on his father's face.
"That was IT? And you didn't tell me?"
"I tried. You were too busy being a megolomanic to listen to me. That's when Bulma decided she wanted to have some fun. Not that I blame her, you did attempt to kill her best friend, after all."
Bulma smirked, nodding. "There is that. But it's also fun to torment people that can't do anything in return. I don't have to worry about repercussions."
"Of course, my dear," Vegita eyes her frying pan, ducking out of range of the dangerous weapon.
"Subdued by a frying pan, brat? Never thought I see the day you were too cowardly to--"
Several somethings whipped through the air and connected with the king's head at the same moment. Chichi, Bulma, and Videl had all grabbed their respective frying pans (Doom, Death, and Dispare) and nailed the king with them. Chichi's shattered.
She stared at it in disbelief. "That company is SOOOOOOOO dead!" She howled. "They' claimed it was indestructable!"
"Wow," Bulma commented. "We found somebody with a harder head than your's, Veggie-chan."
Vegita glared at her, but didn't comment since, unlike Chichi's, Bulma's frying pan was still intact. "I'm ready to go home, woman," He finally sighed. "My father has given me a headache."
"I think I gave him one, too," Bulma smirked. "But we don't ahve our treaty, yet."
Several pairs of eyes turned to Bardock. His eyes grew wide. "Oh no," He gasped. "There is NO WAY IN HELL! I can't! I'm not the king! Hell, I can barely write my own name! I'm stupid! I'm--"
"On of the smartest Saiya-Jins alive?" Vegita sounded incredibly amused.
"Yeah. . . well. . . there is that," He finally agreed.
"Settled, then!" Bulma grinned. "Vegita can tell you what to do, and then we'll be all done al ready to go home! Goten and Trunks have school tomorrow, after all."
"What? Mom!" Trunks shook his head. "Can't we stay just a LITTLE longer? Say. . . a year? I could. . . skip this year! Yeah! For the bettering of our world!"
"Absolutly not."
Goten didn't say a word to pursuade his mother. She had that Look in her eyes, meaning she wouldn't listen to reason. Not unless she was unconscous. Seeing how she wasn't, that wasn't an option.
Goten just sighed. Better to accept it than get frying-panned.
They left the next day, the women cheerfull waving at the Siaya-Jins. The Saiya-Jins were just happy they didn't have to deal with the homonal earth women on a regualr basis.
And so ended the problems of King Vegita. Or, they would have, except Bulma left him a small present. A frying pan that, when ever he so much as thought something mean about humans or the group that had visited from earth, would brain him with the best frying pan (and most indestructable one) money could buy.
(A/N) This is the LAST CHAPTER! THE END! cries I know I never updated this story, but it sooo sad to see things end. Of course, that's partly why I never did update. . . I was looking at these forty-three chapter stories and wondering if mine should be longer. . . but there's only so many ways to torture the king without actually killing him, soooo. . . This is it.
Thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers, and for your support, and especially those that kept bugging me to get off my bum and update. I love you all!
Review please?
Love you all!
Lady Foeseeker
Part 8
Treaties
Disclaimer: I need a sumer job. Do you really think I own this? I wish! I'd be making money! Hah!
I'm sorry it's short, but. . . well, there wasn't much left!
ENJOY!
Sadly, the group didn't have the chance to kill the king. Bardock took one look at the man and nearly fainted in horror. Partially becuase of the. . . interesting hair colour the man now sported, and partilly because the man was tied up on his own throne. Trunks gave a vengeful smile. "He offended Mama," The child explained with all the supiriorty he could musster.
"Right," Bardock coughed, shaking his head. This was so surreal that Bardock began to wonder if he was trapped in some crazy never-ending nightmare.
Gohan shrugged and looked to the king. "Well, I can't say you weren't warned about making the women mad."
Videl smirked, pulling out a pair of scissors. "Of course he was. He was just too stupid to listen."
"Like Goku and Vegita do all the time!" Chichi rubbed her hands together maliciously.
The king managed a small whimper around his gag. Videl advanced, scissors held high. She carressed his hair, smirking, and set about shaving of a strip in the middle. He now looked like he had a backwards mowhawk, the hair on either side of a shaved stripe, rather than a line of hair surrounded by the shaved parts.
His beard was next, trimmed and teased until it resembled a flower. Chichi had the audicity to spary it with purfume. Then Videl's sights were reset. A little lower. On his tail.
The king thrashed as Videl approached, her eyes glittering. "Now you pay."
The Saiya-Jins in the room winced as she began to trim it, shaving some weird pattern into the poor king's spare appendage. Gohan held his tail protectivly to his chest. She had done that to him once, and the thought of the razor burn he had recieved still made him want to cry.
Vegita had nearly repeated what Gohan was doing, but he was muttering something to his tail that sounded amazingly like, "Don't worry, it's okay, I won't let the crazy human hurt you."
Bulma was cheering.
"What's with the tails?" Erasa finally asked, as the other woman rubbed their hands together and cackled evilly.
"A Saiya-Jin's tail is his pride and joy," Toma explained. "We would like to keep them intact, thank you. What she just did--no one deserved that."
"She probably gave him razor burn too, which is even worse since a tail is the most sensitive part of a Saiya-Jin's body. It's an extension of our spine and central nervous system," Gohan added. "She did that to me, once. I couldn't sit for a month without pain."
The king finally broke under the small female's onlsaught. "What do you want from me?" He whimpered.
"We really didn't want anything," Bulma offered sweetly. "That was mostly for upsetting us. Vegita didn't mention that human women are coniving little bitches, did he."
"If you promise to be good, we'll let you go," Chichi added.
"Anything! I'll do anything! Just get these mad women away from me!" Videl cut the ropes and the king moved to cower behind Bardock. "How come they didn't attack YOU?"
"I didn't attempt to kill any of them, and did my best NOT to insult them, my lord," Bardock informed him, smugly.
Chichi patted Bardock's head. "That and he's soooo much cuter than YOU! He just has that whole, 'I need fed, and loved, and taken care of,'aura down. He's sooooo cute!" She sounded like she was refering to some sort of puppy. Bardock, feeling no need to endanger his tail, didn't say anything to disallusion her.
"All I want is you off my planet! I'll agree to anything! Anything at all!" The king was sobbing now, and Vegita had to hide his laughter. His father, sobbing, all because of some tricks that his mate and son had played on him? He'd never survive the Briefs household.
"All we wanted was a peace treaty and a vacation, Father," Vegita held in his laughter at the look of horror on his father's face.
"That was IT? And you didn't tell me?"
"I tried. You were too busy being a megolomanic to listen to me. That's when Bulma decided she wanted to have some fun. Not that I blame her, you did attempt to kill her best friend, after all."
Bulma smirked, nodding. "There is that. But it's also fun to torment people that can't do anything in return. I don't have to worry about repercussions."
"Of course, my dear," Vegita eyes her frying pan, ducking out of range of the dangerous weapon.
"Subdued by a frying pan, brat? Never thought I see the day you were too cowardly to--"
Several somethings whipped through the air and connected with the king's head at the same moment. Chichi, Bulma, and Videl had all grabbed their respective frying pans (Doom, Death, and Dispare) and nailed the king with them. Chichi's shattered.
She stared at it in disbelief. "That company is SOOOOOOOO dead!" She howled. "They' claimed it was indestructable!"
"Wow," Bulma commented. "We found somebody with a harder head than your's, Veggie-chan."
Vegita glared at her, but didn't comment since, unlike Chichi's, Bulma's frying pan was still intact. "I'm ready to go home, woman," He finally sighed. "My father has given me a headache."
"I think I gave him one, too," Bulma smirked. "But we don't ahve our treaty, yet."
Several pairs of eyes turned to Bardock. His eyes grew wide. "Oh no," He gasped. "There is NO WAY IN HELL! I can't! I'm not the king! Hell, I can barely write my own name! I'm stupid! I'm--"
"On of the smartest Saiya-Jins alive?" Vegita sounded incredibly amused.
"Yeah. . . well. . . there is that," He finally agreed.
"Settled, then!" Bulma grinned. "Vegita can tell you what to do, and then we'll be all done al ready to go home! Goten and Trunks have school tomorrow, after all."
"What? Mom!" Trunks shook his head. "Can't we stay just a LITTLE longer? Say. . . a year? I could. . . skip this year! Yeah! For the bettering of our world!"
"Absolutly not."
Goten didn't say a word to pursuade his mother. She had that Look in her eyes, meaning she wouldn't listen to reason. Not unless she was unconscous. Seeing how she wasn't, that wasn't an option.
Goten just sighed. Better to accept it than get frying-panned.
They left the next day, the women cheerfull waving at the Siaya-Jins. The Saiya-Jins were just happy they didn't have to deal with the homonal earth women on a regualr basis.
And so ended the problems of King Vegita. Or, they would have, except Bulma left him a small present. A frying pan that, when ever he so much as thought something mean about humans or the group that had visited from earth, would brain him with the best frying pan (and most indestructable one) money could buy.
(A/N) This is the LAST CHAPTER! THE END! cries I know I never updated this story, but it sooo sad to see things end. Of course, that's partly why I never did update. . . I was looking at these forty-three chapter stories and wondering if mine should be longer. . . but there's only so many ways to torture the king without actually killing him, soooo. . . This is it.
Thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers, and for your support, and especially those that kept bugging me to get off my bum and update. I love you all!
Review please?
Love you all!
Lady Foeseeker