CHAPTER FOUR: FREIZA GETS DESPERATE!! WATCH OUT, VEGGIE!!
Vegeta rolled over with a groan, having a sudden bad premonition. When his hair stood on end, even more so than is usually does, and his eyeball twitches, it could only mean one thing.
He opened one eye. Freiza peered back at him, lipstick and all, giggling madly.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The amazingly pretty man watched in fascination as Freiza plummeted three stories to his almost certain death by exit through Vegeta's window.
He landed with an audible squeaky toy sound effect a few feet away.
"Good morning. How's the project coming?"
Freiza got up with a huff and brushed himself off. "He just won't give in to my charms."
The amazingly pretty man rolled his eyes. "I wonder why that could be."
Freiza looked enraged. "You don't have enough faith in me, that's your problem, Zarbon!" He cradled his head in his hands and prepared to sob. "I've spoiled him with gifts! Compliments! I kissed his ass...literally!"
Zarbon didn't look amused. "Not while he was aware, of course."
"And still he eludes me! DAMN HIM!! Why must he toy with my feelings like this? I even slaved over a hot stove to bake him his favourite pie!"
He wandered away, mumbling to himself. "I only have today left! ONE DAY!!"
Vegeta slowly walked into his son's room. The bed was bare.
What the hell??
Well, he could only be one place...
And there he was, remote in hand, snoring loudly.
"Brat!" Vegeta shook him. Trunks bolted awake, eyes wide. "dad?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
Trunks looked at the T.V screen, some of the last nights events replaying in his mind. "Hey dad?"
"What!?"
"Can we get a motorcycle? Chicks really dig them, dad."
Vegeta sweatdropped and sat back down next to his son, who was mumbling something about 'Hustler' and bikinis. He could hear Bulma screaming at Freiza for more of his 'accidents' since he seemed to be having bathroom problems again. The amazingly pretty man was...well, he was just there. Like he always was at convenient times. Which was always when Vegeta didn't want to look at him. Always there...watching...staring...flipping that damned hair of his.
Where the hell did this madness begin? And why the hell did it have to happen to me?
Well, he mused, at least the Irish freak and his carnies seemed to be gone.
It'll all come to you soon, Veggie. Or should I say, Petunia.
Great. Voices in my head....
...And here is what they said...
There was a scene of a darkened hallway. The paint was peeling, the plaster was cracking. The whole foundation was literally falling apart.
Yes, it was the beginning of the Authors sad attempt at wrapping up the ending.
The doorway to the first room opened. With a loud creak. A very loud one...
And inside, it was none other than...
DA DAAAA!!! The Author! And her partner in crime, Jesso!
And, the two advocates of the devil. The President of FUNIMATION© , Jeffery, and the Vice President, Brian. And they seemed to be looking at something in the girl's hands.
"We trust you're returning our specimens in good health as we asked?"
"Of course."
Jeffery didn't look convinced. "They're all here?"
"Every last one."
"Alright then." The two men stole a look around. "Nobody saw you come here? We can't have word of this getting out, you know. We don't usually do this sort of thing."
"You mean you don't like to lend out your licensed DragonBall Z characters to just anybody?" Jesso cried just loud enough for everybody to hear.
"SHH! Of course not...we could get fired!"
"But you forget...this wasn't just anybody. This was Jesa Jaisai! And Jesso! Authors of the insane, the smutty, and the yaoi-y. Uhm. If that's even a word.
(Da daaaa!!)
"Yes yes! Now get a move on! And please, try not to let anyone see you! This is dangerous business!"
"Of course!" The Author replied sweetly. "Can we have just one last look?"
Brian gave them a sour look. "Alright Alright but hurry up!"
They did, peering down into the glass covered box that held all the important DBZ characters, who had been stored in their respective jail cells. Most were screaming obscenities at the two humans who just giggled and waved. A stone faced Vegita sat with a blank expression, not moving at all.
"Look at Krillin. Doesn't he look so....
"Frantic?" suggested Jesso
"...Cute?" Jesa decided on.
"Yah. He sure does. Now let's get going. Thanks again to you two for letting us borrow these little guys for our own torturing needs!"
"Your welcome!" Jeffery waved, slamming the door behind them.
From behind closed door: Waaaait a second...
Shot of Jesa giggling and pulling a screaming Vegeta from her pocket by the leg. "HA HA!! SUCKERS!!"
FIN
Authors Notes:
How'd ya like it?
Vegeta: Do you really want to know?
Yes
Vegeta: I'd like to skin you alive and dump you in rubbing alcohol.
Cool
Vegeta: (facefault)
Oh, well. This isn't half as disturbing as some of my other works, which include: MACROSS and 'The next dimension'. Hope you all liked it, as much as one could --;;
There's just something about the Prince that makes it so much fun to put him in the most embarassing situations one could muster.
Vegeta rolled over with a groan, having a sudden bad premonition. When his hair stood on end, even more so than is usually does, and his eyeball twitches, it could only mean one thing.
He opened one eye. Freiza peered back at him, lipstick and all, giggling madly.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The amazingly pretty man watched in fascination as Freiza plummeted three stories to his almost certain death by exit through Vegeta's window.
He landed with an audible squeaky toy sound effect a few feet away.
"Good morning. How's the project coming?"
Freiza got up with a huff and brushed himself off. "He just won't give in to my charms."
The amazingly pretty man rolled his eyes. "I wonder why that could be."
Freiza looked enraged. "You don't have enough faith in me, that's your problem, Zarbon!" He cradled his head in his hands and prepared to sob. "I've spoiled him with gifts! Compliments! I kissed his ass...literally!"
Zarbon didn't look amused. "Not while he was aware, of course."
"And still he eludes me! DAMN HIM!! Why must he toy with my feelings like this? I even slaved over a hot stove to bake him his favourite pie!"
He wandered away, mumbling to himself. "I only have today left! ONE DAY!!"
Vegeta slowly walked into his son's room. The bed was bare.
What the hell??
Well, he could only be one place...
And there he was, remote in hand, snoring loudly.
"Brat!" Vegeta shook him. Trunks bolted awake, eyes wide. "dad?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
Trunks looked at the T.V screen, some of the last nights events replaying in his mind. "Hey dad?"
"What!?"
"Can we get a motorcycle? Chicks really dig them, dad."
Vegeta sweatdropped and sat back down next to his son, who was mumbling something about 'Hustler' and bikinis. He could hear Bulma screaming at Freiza for more of his 'accidents' since he seemed to be having bathroom problems again. The amazingly pretty man was...well, he was just there. Like he always was at convenient times. Which was always when Vegeta didn't want to look at him. Always there...watching...staring...flipping that damned hair of his.
Where the hell did this madness begin? And why the hell did it have to happen to me?
Well, he mused, at least the Irish freak and his carnies seemed to be gone.
It'll all come to you soon, Veggie. Or should I say, Petunia.
Great. Voices in my head....
...And here is what they said...
There was a scene of a darkened hallway. The paint was peeling, the plaster was cracking. The whole foundation was literally falling apart.
Yes, it was the beginning of the Authors sad attempt at wrapping up the ending.
The doorway to the first room opened. With a loud creak. A very loud one...
And inside, it was none other than...
DA DAAAA!!! The Author! And her partner in crime, Jesso!
And, the two advocates of the devil. The President of FUNIMATION© , Jeffery, and the Vice President, Brian. And they seemed to be looking at something in the girl's hands.
"We trust you're returning our specimens in good health as we asked?"
"Of course."
Jeffery didn't look convinced. "They're all here?"
"Every last one."
"Alright then." The two men stole a look around. "Nobody saw you come here? We can't have word of this getting out, you know. We don't usually do this sort of thing."
"You mean you don't like to lend out your licensed DragonBall Z characters to just anybody?" Jesso cried just loud enough for everybody to hear.
"SHH! Of course not...we could get fired!"
"But you forget...this wasn't just anybody. This was Jesa Jaisai! And Jesso! Authors of the insane, the smutty, and the yaoi-y. Uhm. If that's even a word.
(Da daaaa!!)
"Yes yes! Now get a move on! And please, try not to let anyone see you! This is dangerous business!"
"Of course!" The Author replied sweetly. "Can we have just one last look?"
Brian gave them a sour look. "Alright Alright but hurry up!"
They did, peering down into the glass covered box that held all the important DBZ characters, who had been stored in their respective jail cells. Most were screaming obscenities at the two humans who just giggled and waved. A stone faced Vegita sat with a blank expression, not moving at all.
"Look at Krillin. Doesn't he look so....
"Frantic?" suggested Jesso
"...Cute?" Jesa decided on.
"Yah. He sure does. Now let's get going. Thanks again to you two for letting us borrow these little guys for our own torturing needs!"
"Your welcome!" Jeffery waved, slamming the door behind them.
From behind closed door: Waaaait a second...
Shot of Jesa giggling and pulling a screaming Vegeta from her pocket by the leg. "HA HA!! SUCKERS!!"
FIN
Authors Notes:
How'd ya like it?
Vegeta: Do you really want to know?
Yes
Vegeta: I'd like to skin you alive and dump you in rubbing alcohol.
Cool
Vegeta: (facefault)
Oh, well. This isn't half as disturbing as some of my other works, which include: MACROSS and 'The next dimension'. Hope you all liked it, as much as one could --;;
There's just something about the Prince that makes it so much fun to put him in the most embarassing situations one could muster.