A/N: Boredom's calling again. I'm not sure who to pick on this time around-
I can't keep on annoying my favorite character. Maybe I'll just pick on
everybody now, in turn. Sorry about the change in style- I ran out of
random ideas, but I'll try to go back to original ASAP. If you like it,
review. If you don't, review anyway. Reviews make me all warm and fuzzy
inside. Any flames will at least help keep me warm... not so much fuzzy,
though... U
"Where's my armor? I need my armor for the next scene! KAKAROT! Did you steal it again?" the frustrated prince yelled through the thin dressing room doors. The accused man on the other side only laughed.
"Why would I do that? The stuff smells anyway! What do you DO in it?"
Vegeta flushed crimson. For the normal palidity of his skin, that was an achievement. "Nothing! Well, train and shoot scenes, but nothing more! Where is it, you eternal annoyance?!"
"Iyohknow."
Vegeta yelled something indeterminable, and stormed into the hallway yelling threats to whomever had stolen his precious fighting outfit. Picolo quickly tightened his grip on the concealing white cape around his shoulders. The Namek shifted uncomfortably and started edging his way to his door.
The furious half clothed prince caught this movement and called the towering man on it. Blocking Picolo's way, hands on hips, Vegeta craned his neck to look up at the now blushing Namek.
"Picolo...?" The tone of voice was that a mother uses when cornering a child in front of his handiwork, with tainted fingers. "What are you hiding under that thing?"
The gruff voice stuttered, sputtering for words to get himself out of this mess. Finding none, he pouted and refused to open his cape, tightening the wrap around him. A funny reddish-green tint found it's way to his cheeks.
"And I thought you were the only sensible one in this poor bunch of idiots! Open up. Now." The ticked off Saiyan stomped his foot to accent his last word. Picolo's eye started twitching as a crowd started to gather (a crowd consisting of Goku, Hercule, Tien, Chousu [??spelling??], Dende, and Gohan).
Picolo gulped and let his cape drop open to how it normally hung, revealing the tight, too small Saiyan armor he'd somehow squeezed himself into. The entire room burst out laughing, excepting Vegeta and Picolo, who stood in silence. For a moment.
Vegeta started yelling random threats and curses at the green man, who was blushing more and more furiously. The hall emptied, and Vegeta demanded his armor back. Picolo obliged, with a childish grin now appearing on his face.
"I always wondered why Saiyans wore that stuff. It must be because of the reactions their father's had when they first tried it on- if you're any indication. That face was... memorable."
Vegeta shoved him and stormed back to his room. He was gooing to be late now...
"Where's my armor? I need my armor for the next scene! KAKAROT! Did you steal it again?" the frustrated prince yelled through the thin dressing room doors. The accused man on the other side only laughed.
"Why would I do that? The stuff smells anyway! What do you DO in it?"
Vegeta flushed crimson. For the normal palidity of his skin, that was an achievement. "Nothing! Well, train and shoot scenes, but nothing more! Where is it, you eternal annoyance?!"
"Iyohknow."
Vegeta yelled something indeterminable, and stormed into the hallway yelling threats to whomever had stolen his precious fighting outfit. Picolo quickly tightened his grip on the concealing white cape around his shoulders. The Namek shifted uncomfortably and started edging his way to his door.
The furious half clothed prince caught this movement and called the towering man on it. Blocking Picolo's way, hands on hips, Vegeta craned his neck to look up at the now blushing Namek.
"Picolo...?" The tone of voice was that a mother uses when cornering a child in front of his handiwork, with tainted fingers. "What are you hiding under that thing?"
The gruff voice stuttered, sputtering for words to get himself out of this mess. Finding none, he pouted and refused to open his cape, tightening the wrap around him. A funny reddish-green tint found it's way to his cheeks.
"And I thought you were the only sensible one in this poor bunch of idiots! Open up. Now." The ticked off Saiyan stomped his foot to accent his last word. Picolo's eye started twitching as a crowd started to gather (a crowd consisting of Goku, Hercule, Tien, Chousu [??spelling??], Dende, and Gohan).
Picolo gulped and let his cape drop open to how it normally hung, revealing the tight, too small Saiyan armor he'd somehow squeezed himself into. The entire room burst out laughing, excepting Vegeta and Picolo, who stood in silence. For a moment.
Vegeta started yelling random threats and curses at the green man, who was blushing more and more furiously. The hall emptied, and Vegeta demanded his armor back. Picolo obliged, with a childish grin now appearing on his face.
"I always wondered why Saiyans wore that stuff. It must be because of the reactions their father's had when they first tried it on- if you're any indication. That face was... memorable."
Vegeta shoved him and stormed back to his room. He was gooing to be late now...