Nekoni: :sitting cross-legged on her bed: hoi everybody! I'm back, all
ready to start chapter 4!
Vegetto: And -I'M- back to make sure she doesn't suddenly to switch Vegeta male again yet continue the same plot- like any good uncooperative muse!
Nekoni: ...and curse you for that Jitto... :coughs: anyway! I did a little research, when re-reading my fic. It took me 20 minutes, which is a very good thing indeed! It means what I write is longer than it seems while I'm still writing it!
Vegetto: This opinion is actually OPPOSITE with most people. Makes you wonder?
Nekoni: On the subject of length- I got a :happy squeal:-review- asking me to actually shrink the size of the chapters... :looks uncertain: I'm actually trying very very hard to get my chapters -longer-, since it makes for a smoother, more complete piece. I used to write short chapters that were just over 1000 words each - this is fine until my fics get too long...
Vegetto: :pulls out dusty book: About the same time as the Cell saga was first shown on TV, Nekoni started a fic- at around 1000 words a chapter, that carried on for 33 chapters... :sweatdrops:
Nekoni: I wasn't able to keep a tab on my chapters at that point. That's the main reason I'm making such an effort to get my chapters longer.
Vegetto: :blows up a ballon with 'Nekoni's ego' written on it:
Nekoni: Hmn, subliminal messaging... anyway, I think it's time to start chapter four, ne?
Vegetto: :randomly: did you know I practice voodoo? :gets out a pin and holds it near her ego:
Nekoni: ...
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Chapter Genre: Humor/Romance
Chapter Rating: PG- for Vegeta-language and pairing hintage
Chapter Pairings: budding of Goku/Vegeta gasp
Chapter Warnings: ... Never offer coffee to an office full of people.
Ore wa Hime!
Chapter 4 – Treated like a princess
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In Chapter 3: Goku and Vegeta spar for the day, as they frequently do... however, in Vegeta's feminine state, everything Goku says and does seems to come out as a tease about her condition, of which Goku himself is oblivious. Being saiyans, their verbal dispute can only end in one way- a fight. Before Vegeta looses consciousness to Goku's mighty punch, she lets slip what has happened to her...
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"Gooookuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!"
"Daaaad!!!!"
Goku sat confused, in the middle of a deeply forested area, staring at the tiny specks of sky through its canopy. The day's sun had long since reached its high peak, as had the days events. It was five o clock, and he had been sitting in the shade of the tall pines for at-least two and a half hours.
"Goku! Vegeta! We know you're around here somewhere- please come out!!!" a mega-phone sounded above him.
Shaking his head, the tall saiyan completely tuned out the voices. He knew who they were, and that they were worried about both him and Vegeta, but he needed more time to think about the situation at hand.
Vegeta.
Vegeta had been turned into a female. That bothered him severely. How could he have not told? From studying her unconscious and bruised face, it was very obvious that she was not the same as the day before. The softer features he'd completely ignored, as well as the longer lashes. The change in the princess' hair, a drooping trend towards her shoulders, he'd passed off as being wet from the shower.
The princess' body, although he'd never admit to her face incase of enraging her more, had barely changed at all in shape... to him, Vegeta had always had a feminine build. He'd always had a slim waist, one he was sure most women would envy, long legs in comparison to his body, curvy hips and an obvious short stature. His shoulders were tight and thin in proportion, even though this was hidden by the prince's sheer muscle mass.
The tall saiyan blinked. Had he really paid that much attention to Vegeta's body? The thought made him want to laugh out loud. Of course, but not in any bad way. It was common knowledge that you should always observe your enemies' strengths and weaknesses, both in technique, mind and body. He could likely as easily recall the exact features of every of Majin Buus's forms, if he tried.
"Goku, there you are!" A relieved voice came from above him.
Goku blinked and looked up to see Trunks hovering down towards him, through the tops of the trees. He realised his time for contemplation had come to and end, and that he should think more about things later.
"Hey Trunks..." The tall saiyan replied, slightly distractedly.
"Is my dad okay?" Trunks asked confused, as he noticed his father turned woman left to lay on a pile of soft pine needles. "You didn't hurt her- did you?" He half asked half accused.
"I..." Goku paused, looking heartbroken. "I'm afraid I did..." He said, a sincerely sad tone in his voice. "She's got a new bruise on her cheek to add to those from sparing- but I- I seriously didn't mean to hit her, Trunks!"
"..." Trunks regarded him coldly for a second, before his eyes warmed up. "Don't worry, it's okay. My mom slaps him round the face all the time when they're angry."
"I hardly think our strengths compare Trunks- he could..." Goku stopped as he noticed the young teen wasn't listening. Instead, he was pulling a small cell-phone out of his pocket. "huh..?"
Blinking, Trunks looked back to the full-blood. "Ahm, I'm gonna' call mom and tell her to go home. You can teleport us back there, right?"
"Yes... I'm sure I can..." Goku frowned, feeling very uneasy about the situation. "She isn't angry with me, is she?"
"Aw don't worry..." Trunks waved his hand, his main focus on the phone. "She'll understand perfectly. Dad and her argue all the time about the stupidest of things."
"What kind of things??" Goku asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Toothpaste, for a start." Trunks laughed, before bringing the little device to his ear. He raised his hand giving Goku a shushing motion, even though the other had no intention of speaking.
"Hey mom!" The demi-saiyan grinned into the device. "Yeah- yeah I've found them. They were just sitting here in the woods. ...no...no they're absolutely fine- well, as fine as they were before the left... no, they're not arguing!" Trunks huffed into the phone. "Just head back home and me and dad and Goku'll teleport over, I'll tell you the rest when we get there, okay?" The young lavender-haired boy quickly hung up the phone without waiting for a response. "So anyway, what was exactly wrong with hi-ah, her? She seemed very P-e-e-d off..."
"Ah..." Goku looked away, embarrassed. "I've been teasing her, about her uh... girlyness, all day..." He admitted.
"Why'd you go and do that?" Trunks questioned, his eyes narrowing. "That's not like you..."
Goku turned a light shade of red. "I didn't do it on purpose... I didn't know..."
"That you were doing it?"
"yes but-.. n-not that..." The saiyan blushed more deeply. "I didn't know that Vegeta was actually... well, a woman... until he-she told me when she was angry."
Trunks stared at him in shock. "What...? How could you NOT tell? Wasn't it just a LITTLE bit obvious, you know, since he's become GENDER BENT?"
"Not to insult, Trunks, but... Vegeta is very girly."
"You're kidding me..." The princeling narrowed his eyes. "My dad is sooo- hooo not girly!- save for today, that is..."
"...No really, Trunks. Vegeta's very short, and thin, you know?"
"No he's not!" The demi-saiyan huffed, folding his arms and glaring the man down.
Goku sweatdropped under the angry gaze- which from his perspective was a very childish pout. "Oh...kay..." He shifted, nervously, before standing up. "I- ah, I think your mom's likely home. We should teleport back to Capsule Corp and put your... dad to bed."
"Good idea." Trunks nodded, though his eyes were still narrowed, keeping Goku on edge.
"Would you... ah, stop staring at me like that, please?"
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"I can't believe you Goku! It's not like you to loose your temper!" Bulma scolded.
Goku, Bulma, Vegeta, and baby Bura, were congregated in the prince's small bedroom, about 5 minutes later. Vegeta, being unconscious, had been put into her bed to rest. Goku stood infront of the bed, head hung low as the blue haired woman, with her second child in her arms, marched avidly up and down the room.
"God knows how much damage you could've caused her... especially in this state! Vegeta's weaker as a woman, you know!"
"That-" Goku bit his tongue as the blue-haired genius glared at him, angrily. He wanted to say that what she had just claimed was completely wrong, and that he had his share of cuts to prove it. He sat down on the corner of the prince's bed as she continued where she left off.
"You should never hit a lady! I thought you at-least knew that! AND, you should never tease Vegeta! Of all stupid things to do- that's just so- so- STUPID!!!"
Goku gulped. "But Bulma, I didn't know that I was teasing her..."
"THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE!" Bulma snapped, loudly. Bura, who was feeling at great unease by the raised tones, took this moment to start sniffling.
"Jeesh Goku- it wasn't just today... you're always teasing him and not realizing! Why do you think he hates you so much, huh? Everyone but you could tell that..."
Bulma took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, though not doing too good as her young daughter started to struggle and shriek.
"I'll... make it up to you guys... please..." Goku offered, looking up innocently at Bulma.
"..." Bulma sighed, looking uneasy. "Well... I am... kind of pressed for time... so I guess you could make it up to us by looking after Vegeta until she heals... ..jeesh, I'm halfway to forgiving you already. You can't help being yourself, Goku." Bulma smiled lightly, before trying to shush her daughter. "Alright, alright, Bura-chan..."
"I'm sure I could do that... it'll only be for a day or two, right? I'm sure ChiChi and Goten would understand my absence..."
"Thanks... -the medical supplies are in the bathroom cabinet- and you can use the guest-room across from this one." Bulma offered. "You won't get much sleep tonight, so you should use it while you can..." She said, heading to the door. Her child's incessant wails becoming a little too much to bare. "Vegeta'll likely be up all night with all this extra sleep she's having, so if I were you, I'd take a nap. Bye Son-kun." She said, before heading out the door and down the stairs.
"..." Goku stared after her quick exit. She'd said the last lot as if she'd said it before. ...maybe she had?
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Black... it was completely black... why? She didn't understand... it wasn't meant to be black.. it wasn't late enough to be black... or was it?
Vegeta's eyebrows pulled together into a frown. Oh she was asleep... time to wake up-
Opening her eyes, she stared groggily at the clock next to her bed. It read 6:20pm...
Why was she in bed? She thought suddenly, trying to sit up but instantly regretting it as pain shot through her body, the most incessant in her head.
"sh-shii..." Vegeta tried to articulate, eyes scrunching tightly together to try and fight off the pain.
Within a minute, the terrible sensation subsided, and she was able to think clearly again.
As a natural warrior, she wanted to know her situation. She put together the clues to try to compile a better picture of what was going on...
She hurt like hell, especially her head. She spared with Kakarot earlier, maybe that's why she was unconscious? Then, she remembered, after the spar, they had returned to capsule corps to eat lunch... and then... Kakarot... they argued... she shouted, he got angry. He went level three... and black.
Vegeta's mind settled into a state of low anger as she remembered the cause of the argument. That no good son of a... how dare he! Riling her up all day. How she wanted to pummel his face in.
It was at this moment her bedroom door swung open, the saiyan in question, and trouble, entering abruptly. "Vegeta- you're awake? How are you fe-"
POW! As soon as the concerned idiot was in range, the princess slammed her bare fist into his face with as much force as possible. The male's head snapped back an unsatisfying distance, and he quickly backed away. "Vegeta?"
Irritated by her overly weak attack, Vegeta merely slumped back into the pillows with a growl.
Goku blinked at this. "You're still angry at me..?" He questioned, tuning into her train of thought. There was no nod, but an affirmative silence, so he continued. "You're mad at me for teasing you..?"
Vegeta's eyebrows hitched together. She was finding it hard to keep her gaze directed away from the taller saiyan, who held an apologetic air.
"I'm sorry Vegeta.." He stated honestly.
This was just what the princess both did want to hear, and didn't want to hear. She sat up immediately, ignoring the sharp stab of pain and snarling at him. "Yo-you freak!" She started.
Goku made a risky move, placing his hand in the space in front of Vegeta's mouth to persuade her into silence. "Please, let me explain myself." He asked, retracting his hand as he was grudgingly granted listening ears. "I- I'm not sure how you'll take this... but, about the 'teases'... well... I didn't know..."
"Didn't KNOW that you were TEASING me!?" Vegeta snapped, eyes narrowing in an instant.
The taller saiyan immediately blushed red. "That you were a woman."
"..." Not expecting this, Vegeta could not reply. She was shocked and could do nothing but stare as Goku looked her in the eyes, sincere.
"I didn't know you were a woman... call me stupid, blind, whatever you like.... I... failed to notice the obvious... well..." He paused, frowning a little. "Not that obvious, and.... I..."
"..." Vegeta stared back in a light state of shock, all the anger drained out of her system. "You... really couldn't tell..?" She asked, disbelief tinting her voice.
"No... I really couldn't..."
"Idiot." Vegeta curtly said, before laying back down and rolling onto her side.
"..." Goku stared at her for a second, blinking slowly. "..you- you're not angry any more?"
"Do you want me to be?" The smaller saiyan asked, in a low, dangerous tone.
"...n-no, not exactly..." Goku shuffled his feet, looking away.
"Good." Vegeta stated, before smirking lightly. "Since you're here, you might as well go and make me a coffee." she ordered.
"Coffee? At half six?" Goku questioned, confused.
"Hmn, you're right..." Vegeta nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, make that a cappuccino with thick cream and chocolate sprinkles on top, with extra caffeine."
"What!?" Goku shouted, startled.
"Just what I said." Vegeta replied, smirking a little, but hiding her face from the man. "It's button A3 on the coffee machine."
"Oh..." Goku said, relieved. "Alrighty then.."
"And some salmon sandwiches, I'm famished!" The princess added.
"I guess I could do that..." Goku stated, walking out the door.
"And I want a lollipop."
Goku sweatdropped as he heard another increase in the demands. "Vegeta- I don't have a lollipop." He said, pulling a pathetic face as he looked back at her.
"Yes you do. It's in your pocket." Vegeta retorted.
"..." Goku's eyes bulged slightly as a weird thought went through his mind, before regaining his calm and sticking his hand in his gi pants pocket. "Oh..." He grinned, slightly relieved as he found a vanilla and chocolate lollipop still in its wrapper. "That's okay too, I guess."
"good."
"Yeah, good..."
"NOW GET GOING!!!" Vegeta snapped.
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Goku was quick to compile the salmon sandwiches and cappuccino, thanks to the almost automated kitchens of capsule corp. He was about to head back up the stairs to the second floor before a voice stopped him.
"Is Vegeta awake?"
The saiyan looked around surprised, to see Bulma by the door to the lounge, an empty coffee cup in her hand.
"Goku?"
"Ah... yes... she's awake.." Goku replied after a moment, before tilting his head at the woman. "Why?"
"Just curious!" Bulma huffed, placing her empty hand on her hip. "I've been worried sick about her."
"Oh.. sorry.." Goku grinned, turning slightly.
"Did you get any sleep like I recommended?" The blue-haired woman asked, this time in a softer tone.
"Ah.. no?" Goku replied. "I was too busy trying to open your medical cabinet..." He blushed lightly. "That was before I noticed Vegeta's ki waking up."
"Goku, I hardly believe that you're incapable of open a cabinet door..." Bulma stated, slightly confused.
The tall saiyan blanched slightly. "Ahh..."
"What? Are you scared of something?" She asked seriously, noticing his reaction.
Goku gulped slightly, squinting his eyes. "Needles." He added, in a high weak voice.
"...oh not this again.." Bulma moaned, rubbing her face. "You refused to open a cabinet from fear of needles?"
"..." The man was silent, staring at her.
Bulma couldn't help but laugh. "Man, that's just like you! Silly... there's no needles in the medical cabinet- just a few plasters, Band-Aids, syrups and such forth! The only needles in this house are those in my lab."
"Few!" Goku sighed, his body relaxing. "I'm sorry Bulma, I just hate them so much..."
"I guess." Bulma smiled lightly. "Everybody has a phobia of something. I mean, take Vegeta- his phobia is 'not being in control' - in any way or form."
"You mean like uke-phobia?" Goku questioned, tilting his head.
"What are you talking about, Goku?" Bulma sweatdropped, before shaking her head. "Sure, whatever..."
Goku's ears pricked slightly, and he looked over his shoulder towards the staircase. "Bulma, I think I should probably head off now." He grinned, cheesily.
"Why? Are you in a rush?" Bulma asked, having enjoyed the company.
"Kinda..." Goku replied, motioning to the tray full of food and drink in his hands. "Vegeta told me to get this, and I don't want to keep her waiting too long otherwise she'll do something nasty."
"Like throw them at you. Yeah, that happens a lot."
Goku paused. "What do you mean..?"
"Ah..." Bulma sweatdropped. "He does that a lot to the people I send to look after him."
"Oh..." Goku looked a little scared, hurrying up the stairs. "In that case, I'll see you later Bulma."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow!" The blue haired woman called back.
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"Well it's about damn time!" Vegeta glared from the reclined position in her bed. "What'd you have to do, Kakarot? Catch the fish first?"
Goku grinned cheesily, setting the tray on Vegeta's lap. "I could, if you really wanted me to."
Vegeta was silent for a moment, eyeing the other saiyan. "I'd rather you didn't. I don't need to be provided for."
Goku almost burst out laughing as he connected that sentence to their situation. Vegeta- helpless mush on her bed, unable to move, and him, her promised slave. "Sure 'Geta, whatever you say." He answered, forcibly swallowing every giggle that could have escaped his lips.
"I told you not to call me that." The princess huffed, before looking expectantly at him.
"..."
"..."
"Well?"
"Well what?" Goku sweated slightly under the constant gaze. "What do you want? A kiss goodnight?" He teased.
"Don't ever say that again." Vegeta's eyes narrowed angrily. "I can't move, so you're going to have to set me up. Fetch me more pillows!"
"More pillows? From where?" Goku asked, blinking his eyes.
"From the guest room across the hall. I expect that's where you're staying, right?"
"Yeah..." Goku nodded. "Okay Vegeta, I guess I can ask Bulma for some more of my own later." He chuckled, heading quickly out the door and returning moments later with two plush white pillows. "Here you go..." He lifted Vegeta's top half up very carefully with one arm, setting the pillows behind her with the other, before letting her go.
"Comfy?" The tall saiyan asked, tilting his head lightly and smiling.
"Very.." Vegeta almost purred, before slowly moving her arm out and picking up a salmon sandwich. "I reckon this food should be sufficient for a while." She commented, taking a bite out of it.
"Thanks... I guess..." Goku smiled, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the lollipop. "Here you go. "He set it down on her tray of food.
"Good." Vegeta nodded, by now tucking into her third sandwich.
Goku smiled lightly, watching her devour the food quickly. "Boy, you sure are hungry." He laughed.
"-!" Vegeta paused unsurely, before turning her head and glaring at the other saiyan. "Would you mind not staring at me as I eat? It's unsettling." She glowered, before motioning to the window. "How about you water the plants, maybe?"
"Thanks, but I already went.." Goku laughed.
"Oh don't be an idiot." Vegeta rolled her eyes, taking a moment to stuff another sandwich in her mouth. "Water the damn plants."
"Sure, sure." Goku nodded. He walked part-way to the window, before pausing and looking around. "Uh... with what?"
"Here..." Vegeta mumbled, grabbing the mug of special cappuccino, downing it in one go, then handing the emptied item to Goku. "Use that."
Goku stared for a moment, before nodding and heading to the nearest bathroom. "Okay."
He returned moments later, quickly opening the window and watering the surprisingly healthy flowers. He backed off from the window, then set the again empty mug on Vegeta's bedside table. "There."
"Shut the window! You're letting in a draft!" An angry voice scolded him.
The tall saiyan looked to the end of the bed to see Vegeta glowering at him, her arms folded over her chest. "Uh... okay..." He murmured slowly, doing so.
"Get me some more damn food!"
Turning around, he raised his eyebrow to see Vegeta in the exact same position. It was almost as if she hadn't moved to speak, but he knew she had. "Okay Vegeta..." He relented, easily. "What would you like to eat?"
"Macaroni cheese." Came the sure reply, and Goku nodded.
"-and more cappuccino." Vegeta then continued, holding up her empty mug. "I want it hot this time! So don't dordle."
Goku bit his tongue, grabbing the tray and mug and quickly leaving the room. 'Vegeta's being a little bossy...' He mentally noted, sweatdropping and heading down the stairs.
Soon, Goku was pleasantly surprised to find the Briefs' family fridge containing one gigantic tray of Macaroni cheese. He was sure he'd be able to scrounge some of it, since it was even too much for one saiyan, and his stomach was starting to rumble. He forgot his previous irritation and picked it out, taking it to the oven.
"..."
The tall saiyan once again sweatdropped, as he noticed the obvious size difference between the oven and his unheated foodsource. Thinking quickly, he was struck with an idea.
Of course, his idea was not so unusual, and he found a narrower, but deeper container that -would- fit in the oven, and moved the food contents into that.
Smiling proudly, he turned the oven on, thankful that it was electric, and headed to the coffee-machine, inserted Vegeta's cup, and waited for the machine to automate.
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"Here Vegeta!" Goku beamed, heading into the princess' bedroom with the fresh hot cappuccino in his hand. He blinked as he noticed said princess, staring at him and sucking on the lollipop.
"I got you your drink.." Goku added, this time a lot less enthusiastic. "Should I put it on your bedstand, or are you gonna' take it?"
Vegeta just narrowed her eyes, continuing the constant motion of sucking the lollipop, which Goku was finding increasingly uncomfortable. "Okay then..." He said, slowly, unsurely, setting her drink on the little table beside her bed. "There."
Goku backed away and stood near the door, looking around at the plain room uneasily before trying to make conversation "Uh... I put the macaroni in the oven, it should only be ten minutes..."
Vegeta eyed him slowly.
Goku shifted uncomfortably. "Is there uh... anything else you want, while I'm here?"
The princess shrugged, her eyes slowly examining the male's orange clad body, while settling on one particular spot.
Although Vegeta's gaze was merely following a fly landing on various places on his body, Goku was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable. The princess' stare, from his perspective, was directly where it -shouldn't- be... and she was still sucking on that lollipop. He quickly found his face heating up under her lazy gaze.
"Ve-Vegeta?"
The princess had obviously tuned him out. She continued to stare for a few more seconds, before her gaze slid up his chest and onto his face, along with the fly.
"AHAHAHA!!!!" The princess suddenly burst out laughing. "Aw crud!" She winced after a second, rubbing her chest, before bursting out laughing again. "eheheHAHAHA!"
"What's so funny?!" Goku cried, jittery, shooing the fly off his face and staring at the princess.
"Y-YOhehhehe! You- shoulda' seen your face K'arot! All scrunched up and cross-eyed! Haha!"
"What?" Goku blinked, settling back a bit.
"Hahahehehe!" Vegeta quickly regained control over herself, before coughing. She turned her gaze back to the other saiyan before frowning a little. "Why are you all red?"
"Huh?" The tall saiyan blinked in confusion, before raising his hand to feel his red-hot face. "Oh..."
"Tell you what.." Vegeta smirked, sucking the lollipop one more before removing the now bare stick from her mouth. "You wash your baka cross-eyed, haha, face and then get me my macaroni. Yes?"
"Ah... okay Vegeta.." Goku quickly shuffled from the room, a nervous knot in his gut.
Vegeta smiled, watching the fly on his butt as he left.
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"I'm back!" Goku sang, jumping through the door with a giant tub of macaroni and a pair of spoons. "Hey 'Geta, how ya' feeling, hungry?!"
"Damn right I'm hungry!" Vegeta nodded, raising herself slightly.
"You sure look better for wear than earlier." Goku commented, setting the pot on Vegeta's bed-side table, clumsily knocking off the, luckily empty, coffee cup.
"Well, I -am- better than earlier." Vegeta agreed, licking her lips and taking the spoon that Goku kindly offered her. "It feels like my strained muscles are already healed... and I feel a whole lot more awake now."
Goku sweatdropped. "Vegeta... it's getting quite late," He said, motioning lightly to the window with his unused spoon. "You don't feel sleepy in the least?"
"No." Vegeta answered, surely. "And it is NOT late, Kakarotto. 3 am is late... maybe 2..."
Goku gawked at her. "You think 3 am is late!?"
"Why? Is it early to you?" Vegeta asked, confusion evident in her voice.
"NO!" Goku shouted, startling the princess. "I mean, yes! But, I would rather say that it's very VERY late.. I go to bed at nine!"
"You're kidding me." The smaller saiyan raised a brow. "You go to bed before -any- decent television comes on..?"
"I don't watch television..."
"I can see why." Vegeta said dryly, before digging up a spoonful of macaroni. "What kind of rules does your banshee wife keep you under, huh?"
"ChiChi is not a banshee!" Goku complained, narrowing his eyes.
"Could have fooled me. She shrieks like one, don't you agree?" Vegeta teased.
".." Goku bit his tongue in thought for a second. "How would you know what a banshee sounds like, Vegeta?" He questioned, a tint of sarcasm in his voice.
"I once exterminated a planet of them." The woman replied offhandedly. "While I was in the service of Freiza."
"..."
"..."
"..you're making that up." Goku accused, glaring at her.
"'How would you know?'" Vegeta quoted him with a small smirk. She finally put the spoonful of macaroni between her lips. "Humn!" She murmured in shock.
"What?" Goku asked, confused at her strange expression.
"It's... quite good!" Vegeta smiled, taking another spoonful. "Where did you find it, Kakarot?"
"In the fridge." The tall saiyan replied, causing the princess to nod.
"That'll be Bunni's cooking."
"Oooh.." Goku articulated, before digging his own spoon into the massive pot and pulling out some food, placing it in his mouth. "This is pretty good!"
"Yes, it is..." Vegeta stated rhetorically, before blinking at the male's activities. "What're you doing?"
Goku paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth. "Eating..."
"..." Vegeta's face went through a range of emotions, before settling on a neutral one. "Okay."
Goku looked at her nervously, before continuing to eat.
It wasn't long before, in total silence, the saiyans finished the entire contents of the pot. Both of them sitting back on Vegeta's bed with content faces.
"That was good..." Goku drolled, lazily, his eyelids sinking. "Really really good."
"Mnhmn!" Vegeta nodded. She was just as happy and laid back, but unfortunately for Goku, in a perky and awake way. "Hey Kakarot..."
"Nuuh?" Goku asked. opening his eyes forcibly and looking at the princess. "Yes 'Geta?"
"Kakarot, when I'm... capable, do you want to spar again?"
"I'm sure we can.." Goku agreed, before yawning and laying back.
".." Vegeta stared at him for a moment as his eyes closed. "Kakarot!"
"Huh?" Goku blinked, sitting up once more.
"Kakarot, why do you wear orange clothes all the time?"
"Why do you ask?" The saiyan requested, nervously.
"... answer my question peasant." Vegeta replied, feigning a cold air.
"I wear orange because I like orange." Goku replied as if speaking to a child. He layed back once more, and was once more stopped.
"Hey Kakarot?"
"What, Vegeta?" He sighed, opening his eyes and looking at her.
"I like orange too."
"Oh... that's good. Is there anything else you need?"
"Yes." Came a quick, affirmative answer.
Goku regretted his offer immediately. "Uh... what..?"
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About an hour later, Vegeta's room was pretty much redecorated. It was filled with stuff you would usually find in a living room. Her bed, as usual, rested near her window. Beside that was the bed-side table, now free of a mucky pot. On the opposite side of the room was a minor entertainment complex, compiled of a television, dvd player, and CD player. Next to that was a small cabinet, filled with snacks of many types, such as crisps and bread. On top of it was Vegeta's all-favorite coffee-machine.
Goku wiped his brow tiredly as he put the last item into place. "There... is that everything?"
"You mean physical items?" Vegeta queried, causing Goku to blanch. "Yeah, that's every item I want in my room... for now."
"Oh thank you lord..." Goku smiled, half delirious.
"However."
"I was dreading you were gonna' say that..." Goku pouted, causing the princess to glare and blush.
"However... I need a.. lift..."
"A lift?" The taller saiyan queried, his eyebrow raising. "What do you mean by a lift."
Vegeta looked away, embarrassed. "I can't walk to the bathroom by myself."
Once more, the male saiyan turned pale. "Oh..."
"..."
"...I guess it could be worse!" Goku smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, you could go and say 'I need my nappy changed!'"
"Ph!" Vegeta huffed, narrowing her eyes. "I'd DIE before I had to say that."
"... knowing you, that's probably true." Goku shrugged, walking to the side of the bed and leaning down.
Vegeta instinctively leaned back, causing Goku to blink at her.
"Ah... you'll probably want to hold onto my neck so I don't drop you..." He supplied, pointing to his neck.
"Oh..." Vegeta sweatdropped nervously. "I'm not used to doing that."
"Neither am I..." Goku replied, becoming a bit unsure himself.
"... I really gotta' go though." Vegeta blushed, quickly hooking her arms around the back of the male saiyan's neck. "Like this?" She questioned.
Goku's eyes shot wide as Vegeta -actually- came into close contact with him, giving him a weird feeling and making his heart speed up. "Y-Yeah..." He gulped, trying not to look at the face so close to his. "That's it.." He confirmed, quickly hooking his arms under the princess' legs, which in turn, caused her to blush.
"I don't like this..." Vegeta stuttered, not severely enjoying the close contact with the other saiyan.
"Me either." Goku admitted, his voice a little shaky.
It wasn't far, thankfully, to the bathroom. Goku was kind enough to escort his princess in, sitting her on the edge of the bath before leaving her to her privacy, at least until she requested another lift.
He didn't realize it at that moment, but that quickly turned out to be a mistake. It took no time at all for the princess to finish with a throne... the real time-taker was her bath, which she had forgot to mention to him.
Goku, the ever patient, waited unwaveringly outside the door... for the first fifteen minutes. After this point, he began to get concerned. After a whole twenty-five minutes of Vegeta being in the unfortunately soundproof room, he was getting ready to teleport in a try to help her.
But fate kindly chose this time for the princess to open the door. She was clad in three large downy towels, and supporting herself by halfway sitting on the edge of the bath. She looked a lot happier and smelt a lot cleaner than when she went in. "I'm finished." She announced, as if her actual being there wasn't enough to prove the fact.
Goku stared at her for a moment, blinking. "..You didn't fall in- did you?" He asked, motioning to the towels.
"What..?" Vegeta's face scrunched up, a wrinkle forming over her nose. "Fall into what?"
Goku peered past her into the steamy room before realization struck him. "Oh... you.. had a bath..." He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Yes...." Vegeta frowned somewhat angrily. "What did you think I'd fallen into.."
'The toilet..' Goku thought embarrassment heating up his face. He gulped, lightly, knowing the scolding that the princess would give him should he actually accuse her of having a chance of falling into the toilet. "N- nothing.. now... how about w-we head back to your room, huh?"
"..." Vegeta eyed him for a moment, before giving a light nod. "Alright.... The bath-edge is uncomfortable anyway." She agreed, motioning to her current seat.
"Alrightee then." Goku smiled, quickly leaning down towards the princess.
Vegeta, however, hadn't seen this sudden movement coming, and again, instinctively moved back away from him. She started to topple and teeter towards the soapy water of her bath, before luckily, or maybe unluckily, Goku snatched his arm around her waist, pulling her back up.
"Whoopseedaisy." The tall saiyan smiled lightly, seating her back normally before backing off. "You almost had a nasty accident there, huh, 'Geta?"
After a moment of no response, he looked up at the princess. She was sitting there, frozen solid, her face bright red.
"Eee..." A high pitched sound escaped past Vegeta's lips. Her eyes were wide open like a scared rabbit's.
"Vegeta?" Goku asked, putting his hand on her shoulder lightly, trying to bring her back down to Earth. "Hey, you there?"
"..."
"..?"
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! !!!" The older saiyan shrieked loudly, her hands scrunching up in her towel, drawing it closer to herself. "AAAAYAHAYAHYAHAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"AH!!" Goku complimented her with his own shout, covering his ears from the loud noise. "Vegeta! Stop screaming!!!"
"..." The princess almost immediately complied, though Goku was sure it was just coincidence. She wouldn't have had a chance of hearing him through her loud outburst. Instead, she took up an even worse action... twitching. She started twitching like only Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans, could twitch. Unnerving Goku to no-end.
"Vegeta..?"
"...Don't do that again, Kakarot." The shorter saiyan mumbled, staring at the wall. "N-never again, you hear me?"
Not sure what she was talking about, but knowing the best course of action, Goku merely agreed. "N'kay."
"..."
"..." Goku sweatdropped as Vegeta refused to move her gaze. "Hey..." He nudged her lightly, trying to get her to look at him. "Hey, 'Geta?"
"Yes..?" Vegeta asked, turning her head roboticaly towards the saiyan. She scrunched her face up, seeming to come out of her trance. "What the hell is it? Spit it out."
The male saiyan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Uh... Vegeta, we're still in the bathroom. Can you walk?" He queried, giving her the option of moving by herself this time.
At this, the smaller saiyan shook her head, turning it to the side. "No..." She admitted. A light blush rose on her cheeks, and she held her arms towards the male, her gaze still turned away.
Goku smiled, reaching forward slowly and pulling her to him the same way as he had carried her before. He was surprised to find he did not feel as uncomfortable as the previous time though, and as they re-entered Vegeta's room, he found himself holding her a little longer than necessary before setting her down.
Goku looked a little unsure as the princess refused to look at him. "Uh... are you okay, Vegeta?" He queried lightly.
"..." A moment's silence, and then the gender-bent saiyan nodded, looking him momentarily in the eye before looking away shyly. "I'm fine.."
Goku sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. "Listen.. I'm really sleepy...but... you know, maybe we should make use of that dvd player of yours and watch a movie, huh?" He prompted, making his way quickly to the dvd player and picking up a disk on the way. "What do you say?"
"..I guess..." Vegeta nodded. "Just pop any odd one in."
"Okay 'Geta." Goku smiled at the increase in reaction, slamming the disk he picked up into the player. He grabbed the remote and snacks, heading back over to Vegeta's bed and sitting as lightly as possible on its end. "You like Arnold Scwartsneger, right?"
"Yes... his accent annoys me, but he's rather entertaining."
"That's good..." Goku smiled, moving back so his back was against the wall. "He's in this one... it's a comedy, so it should cheer you up."
"..I do not need any form of cheering up." Vegeta scowled at him.
".." Goku smiled. "You coulda' fooled me..." He looked away a moment, contemplating. "Saaaay... do you wanna' hang out tomorrow? Eat some lunch, maybe do a little shopping? That's what women like to do.. right?"
The princess growled. "For your information, I will not be a woman tomorrow."
"Well then.. there'll be no problem, huh? You never did want to go with stereotypes.. I mean... look at you... you're a prince and yet you eat almost as bad as I do, fight, curse..."
Vegeta rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I'll come if I feel well enough... I need to buy some new clothes anyway."
Goku raised an eyebrow. "Why? You're not gonna' be a girl tomorrow so-"
"Remember I told you Bulma's been giving me women's clothing?"
"...ah..." Goku grinned sheepishly. "I can see how that can pose a problem with your ego..."
"What the hell do you mean!?" Vegeta asked, growing irritated. "Was that meant to be some sort of joke?"
"..." The male saiyan looked confused. "..I honestly don't know.." He admitted, looking away. His gaze quickly met the dvd player. "Hey.. you wanna' start the movie yet, Vegeta?"
"..." The saiyan princess distractedly glanced the dvd. "...Sure, I've got a whole night to pass."
Goku blanched momentarily, before bravely pressing the play button.
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Nekoni: Anyone seen the movie where Arnold Schwartsneger (I'm sure I spelt that wrong) gets pregnant with what he thinks is a monkey?
Vegetto: Not I...
Nekoni: ..well, you should. It's good! –you know, things only start to go into the movies when they're possible? 'Mpreg' has been possible for some years now... be it including a lot of surgery...
Vegetto: You know, that partially freaks me out... :smirks: ahem! So, Star- trek and Spiderman are becoming realities too?
Nekoni: YUP!
Vegetto: For some reason, I no longer trust your source of information...
Nekoni: Oh well! Your loss Jitto! :coughs: anyway! Onto the important issue! I've discovered my limit for chapter size! –You know how I said at the beginning of this chapter I'm trying to make my fics longer? Well, I can, but only up to 5000 words (without some major scene change) I started loosing track of what I started with...
Vegetto: So now she's going to improve her quality!
Nekoni: Stop putting words in my mouth you sinister fusion.... Actually, I'm going to try to improve my output rate... I'm going to try to write 2000 words a day... though I do have many days which are depressing enough to make me not write at all, so it'll likely turn out to be 2000 words every two days...
Vegetto: :suddenly dressed as a coach: :blows whistle: Stop lowering your goals!! Shoot for the stars!
Nekoni: :nods in determination: But I shall try my very hardest to post more frequently!
Vegetto: :smirks: Well, you guys. I'll see if I can keep her motivated! I'm sure leaving a comment would help me out!
Vegetto: And -I'M- back to make sure she doesn't suddenly to switch Vegeta male again yet continue the same plot- like any good uncooperative muse!
Nekoni: ...and curse you for that Jitto... :coughs: anyway! I did a little research, when re-reading my fic. It took me 20 minutes, which is a very good thing indeed! It means what I write is longer than it seems while I'm still writing it!
Vegetto: This opinion is actually OPPOSITE with most people. Makes you wonder?
Nekoni: On the subject of length- I got a :happy squeal:-review- asking me to actually shrink the size of the chapters... :looks uncertain: I'm actually trying very very hard to get my chapters -longer-, since it makes for a smoother, more complete piece. I used to write short chapters that were just over 1000 words each - this is fine until my fics get too long...
Vegetto: :pulls out dusty book: About the same time as the Cell saga was first shown on TV, Nekoni started a fic- at around 1000 words a chapter, that carried on for 33 chapters... :sweatdrops:
Nekoni: I wasn't able to keep a tab on my chapters at that point. That's the main reason I'm making such an effort to get my chapters longer.
Vegetto: :blows up a ballon with 'Nekoni's ego' written on it:
Nekoni: Hmn, subliminal messaging... anyway, I think it's time to start chapter four, ne?
Vegetto: :randomly: did you know I practice voodoo? :gets out a pin and holds it near her ego:
Nekoni: ...
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Chapter Genre: Humor/Romance
Chapter Rating: PG- for Vegeta-language and pairing hintage
Chapter Pairings: budding of Goku/Vegeta gasp
Chapter Warnings: ... Never offer coffee to an office full of people.
Ore wa Hime!
Chapter 4 – Treated like a princess
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In Chapter 3: Goku and Vegeta spar for the day, as they frequently do... however, in Vegeta's feminine state, everything Goku says and does seems to come out as a tease about her condition, of which Goku himself is oblivious. Being saiyans, their verbal dispute can only end in one way- a fight. Before Vegeta looses consciousness to Goku's mighty punch, she lets slip what has happened to her...
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"Gooookuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!"
"Daaaad!!!!"
Goku sat confused, in the middle of a deeply forested area, staring at the tiny specks of sky through its canopy. The day's sun had long since reached its high peak, as had the days events. It was five o clock, and he had been sitting in the shade of the tall pines for at-least two and a half hours.
"Goku! Vegeta! We know you're around here somewhere- please come out!!!" a mega-phone sounded above him.
Shaking his head, the tall saiyan completely tuned out the voices. He knew who they were, and that they were worried about both him and Vegeta, but he needed more time to think about the situation at hand.
Vegeta.
Vegeta had been turned into a female. That bothered him severely. How could he have not told? From studying her unconscious and bruised face, it was very obvious that she was not the same as the day before. The softer features he'd completely ignored, as well as the longer lashes. The change in the princess' hair, a drooping trend towards her shoulders, he'd passed off as being wet from the shower.
The princess' body, although he'd never admit to her face incase of enraging her more, had barely changed at all in shape... to him, Vegeta had always had a feminine build. He'd always had a slim waist, one he was sure most women would envy, long legs in comparison to his body, curvy hips and an obvious short stature. His shoulders were tight and thin in proportion, even though this was hidden by the prince's sheer muscle mass.
The tall saiyan blinked. Had he really paid that much attention to Vegeta's body? The thought made him want to laugh out loud. Of course, but not in any bad way. It was common knowledge that you should always observe your enemies' strengths and weaknesses, both in technique, mind and body. He could likely as easily recall the exact features of every of Majin Buus's forms, if he tried.
"Goku, there you are!" A relieved voice came from above him.
Goku blinked and looked up to see Trunks hovering down towards him, through the tops of the trees. He realised his time for contemplation had come to and end, and that he should think more about things later.
"Hey Trunks..." The tall saiyan replied, slightly distractedly.
"Is my dad okay?" Trunks asked confused, as he noticed his father turned woman left to lay on a pile of soft pine needles. "You didn't hurt her- did you?" He half asked half accused.
"I..." Goku paused, looking heartbroken. "I'm afraid I did..." He said, a sincerely sad tone in his voice. "She's got a new bruise on her cheek to add to those from sparing- but I- I seriously didn't mean to hit her, Trunks!"
"..." Trunks regarded him coldly for a second, before his eyes warmed up. "Don't worry, it's okay. My mom slaps him round the face all the time when they're angry."
"I hardly think our strengths compare Trunks- he could..." Goku stopped as he noticed the young teen wasn't listening. Instead, he was pulling a small cell-phone out of his pocket. "huh..?"
Blinking, Trunks looked back to the full-blood. "Ahm, I'm gonna' call mom and tell her to go home. You can teleport us back there, right?"
"Yes... I'm sure I can..." Goku frowned, feeling very uneasy about the situation. "She isn't angry with me, is she?"
"Aw don't worry..." Trunks waved his hand, his main focus on the phone. "She'll understand perfectly. Dad and her argue all the time about the stupidest of things."
"What kind of things??" Goku asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Toothpaste, for a start." Trunks laughed, before bringing the little device to his ear. He raised his hand giving Goku a shushing motion, even though the other had no intention of speaking.
"Hey mom!" The demi-saiyan grinned into the device. "Yeah- yeah I've found them. They were just sitting here in the woods. ...no...no they're absolutely fine- well, as fine as they were before the left... no, they're not arguing!" Trunks huffed into the phone. "Just head back home and me and dad and Goku'll teleport over, I'll tell you the rest when we get there, okay?" The young lavender-haired boy quickly hung up the phone without waiting for a response. "So anyway, what was exactly wrong with hi-ah, her? She seemed very P-e-e-d off..."
"Ah..." Goku looked away, embarrassed. "I've been teasing her, about her uh... girlyness, all day..." He admitted.
"Why'd you go and do that?" Trunks questioned, his eyes narrowing. "That's not like you..."
Goku turned a light shade of red. "I didn't do it on purpose... I didn't know..."
"That you were doing it?"
"yes but-.. n-not that..." The saiyan blushed more deeply. "I didn't know that Vegeta was actually... well, a woman... until he-she told me when she was angry."
Trunks stared at him in shock. "What...? How could you NOT tell? Wasn't it just a LITTLE bit obvious, you know, since he's become GENDER BENT?"
"Not to insult, Trunks, but... Vegeta is very girly."
"You're kidding me..." The princeling narrowed his eyes. "My dad is sooo- hooo not girly!- save for today, that is..."
"...No really, Trunks. Vegeta's very short, and thin, you know?"
"No he's not!" The demi-saiyan huffed, folding his arms and glaring the man down.
Goku sweatdropped under the angry gaze- which from his perspective was a very childish pout. "Oh...kay..." He shifted, nervously, before standing up. "I- ah, I think your mom's likely home. We should teleport back to Capsule Corp and put your... dad to bed."
"Good idea." Trunks nodded, though his eyes were still narrowed, keeping Goku on edge.
"Would you... ah, stop staring at me like that, please?"
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"I can't believe you Goku! It's not like you to loose your temper!" Bulma scolded.
Goku, Bulma, Vegeta, and baby Bura, were congregated in the prince's small bedroom, about 5 minutes later. Vegeta, being unconscious, had been put into her bed to rest. Goku stood infront of the bed, head hung low as the blue haired woman, with her second child in her arms, marched avidly up and down the room.
"God knows how much damage you could've caused her... especially in this state! Vegeta's weaker as a woman, you know!"
"That-" Goku bit his tongue as the blue-haired genius glared at him, angrily. He wanted to say that what she had just claimed was completely wrong, and that he had his share of cuts to prove it. He sat down on the corner of the prince's bed as she continued where she left off.
"You should never hit a lady! I thought you at-least knew that! AND, you should never tease Vegeta! Of all stupid things to do- that's just so- so- STUPID!!!"
Goku gulped. "But Bulma, I didn't know that I was teasing her..."
"THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE!" Bulma snapped, loudly. Bura, who was feeling at great unease by the raised tones, took this moment to start sniffling.
"Jeesh Goku- it wasn't just today... you're always teasing him and not realizing! Why do you think he hates you so much, huh? Everyone but you could tell that..."
Bulma took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, though not doing too good as her young daughter started to struggle and shriek.
"I'll... make it up to you guys... please..." Goku offered, looking up innocently at Bulma.
"..." Bulma sighed, looking uneasy. "Well... I am... kind of pressed for time... so I guess you could make it up to us by looking after Vegeta until she heals... ..jeesh, I'm halfway to forgiving you already. You can't help being yourself, Goku." Bulma smiled lightly, before trying to shush her daughter. "Alright, alright, Bura-chan..."
"I'm sure I could do that... it'll only be for a day or two, right? I'm sure ChiChi and Goten would understand my absence..."
"Thanks... -the medical supplies are in the bathroom cabinet- and you can use the guest-room across from this one." Bulma offered. "You won't get much sleep tonight, so you should use it while you can..." She said, heading to the door. Her child's incessant wails becoming a little too much to bare. "Vegeta'll likely be up all night with all this extra sleep she's having, so if I were you, I'd take a nap. Bye Son-kun." She said, before heading out the door and down the stairs.
"..." Goku stared after her quick exit. She'd said the last lot as if she'd said it before. ...maybe she had?
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Black... it was completely black... why? She didn't understand... it wasn't meant to be black.. it wasn't late enough to be black... or was it?
Vegeta's eyebrows pulled together into a frown. Oh she was asleep... time to wake up-
Opening her eyes, she stared groggily at the clock next to her bed. It read 6:20pm...
Why was she in bed? She thought suddenly, trying to sit up but instantly regretting it as pain shot through her body, the most incessant in her head.
"sh-shii..." Vegeta tried to articulate, eyes scrunching tightly together to try and fight off the pain.
Within a minute, the terrible sensation subsided, and she was able to think clearly again.
As a natural warrior, she wanted to know her situation. She put together the clues to try to compile a better picture of what was going on...
She hurt like hell, especially her head. She spared with Kakarot earlier, maybe that's why she was unconscious? Then, she remembered, after the spar, they had returned to capsule corps to eat lunch... and then... Kakarot... they argued... she shouted, he got angry. He went level three... and black.
Vegeta's mind settled into a state of low anger as she remembered the cause of the argument. That no good son of a... how dare he! Riling her up all day. How she wanted to pummel his face in.
It was at this moment her bedroom door swung open, the saiyan in question, and trouble, entering abruptly. "Vegeta- you're awake? How are you fe-"
POW! As soon as the concerned idiot was in range, the princess slammed her bare fist into his face with as much force as possible. The male's head snapped back an unsatisfying distance, and he quickly backed away. "Vegeta?"
Irritated by her overly weak attack, Vegeta merely slumped back into the pillows with a growl.
Goku blinked at this. "You're still angry at me..?" He questioned, tuning into her train of thought. There was no nod, but an affirmative silence, so he continued. "You're mad at me for teasing you..?"
Vegeta's eyebrows hitched together. She was finding it hard to keep her gaze directed away from the taller saiyan, who held an apologetic air.
"I'm sorry Vegeta.." He stated honestly.
This was just what the princess both did want to hear, and didn't want to hear. She sat up immediately, ignoring the sharp stab of pain and snarling at him. "Yo-you freak!" She started.
Goku made a risky move, placing his hand in the space in front of Vegeta's mouth to persuade her into silence. "Please, let me explain myself." He asked, retracting his hand as he was grudgingly granted listening ears. "I- I'm not sure how you'll take this... but, about the 'teases'... well... I didn't know..."
"Didn't KNOW that you were TEASING me!?" Vegeta snapped, eyes narrowing in an instant.
The taller saiyan immediately blushed red. "That you were a woman."
"..." Not expecting this, Vegeta could not reply. She was shocked and could do nothing but stare as Goku looked her in the eyes, sincere.
"I didn't know you were a woman... call me stupid, blind, whatever you like.... I... failed to notice the obvious... well..." He paused, frowning a little. "Not that obvious, and.... I..."
"..." Vegeta stared back in a light state of shock, all the anger drained out of her system. "You... really couldn't tell..?" She asked, disbelief tinting her voice.
"No... I really couldn't..."
"Idiot." Vegeta curtly said, before laying back down and rolling onto her side.
"..." Goku stared at her for a second, blinking slowly. "..you- you're not angry any more?"
"Do you want me to be?" The smaller saiyan asked, in a low, dangerous tone.
"...n-no, not exactly..." Goku shuffled his feet, looking away.
"Good." Vegeta stated, before smirking lightly. "Since you're here, you might as well go and make me a coffee." she ordered.
"Coffee? At half six?" Goku questioned, confused.
"Hmn, you're right..." Vegeta nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, make that a cappuccino with thick cream and chocolate sprinkles on top, with extra caffeine."
"What!?" Goku shouted, startled.
"Just what I said." Vegeta replied, smirking a little, but hiding her face from the man. "It's button A3 on the coffee machine."
"Oh..." Goku said, relieved. "Alrighty then.."
"And some salmon sandwiches, I'm famished!" The princess added.
"I guess I could do that..." Goku stated, walking out the door.
"And I want a lollipop."
Goku sweatdropped as he heard another increase in the demands. "Vegeta- I don't have a lollipop." He said, pulling a pathetic face as he looked back at her.
"Yes you do. It's in your pocket." Vegeta retorted.
"..." Goku's eyes bulged slightly as a weird thought went through his mind, before regaining his calm and sticking his hand in his gi pants pocket. "Oh..." He grinned, slightly relieved as he found a vanilla and chocolate lollipop still in its wrapper. "That's okay too, I guess."
"good."
"Yeah, good..."
"NOW GET GOING!!!" Vegeta snapped.
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Goku was quick to compile the salmon sandwiches and cappuccino, thanks to the almost automated kitchens of capsule corp. He was about to head back up the stairs to the second floor before a voice stopped him.
"Is Vegeta awake?"
The saiyan looked around surprised, to see Bulma by the door to the lounge, an empty coffee cup in her hand.
"Goku?"
"Ah... yes... she's awake.." Goku replied after a moment, before tilting his head at the woman. "Why?"
"Just curious!" Bulma huffed, placing her empty hand on her hip. "I've been worried sick about her."
"Oh.. sorry.." Goku grinned, turning slightly.
"Did you get any sleep like I recommended?" The blue-haired woman asked, this time in a softer tone.
"Ah.. no?" Goku replied. "I was too busy trying to open your medical cabinet..." He blushed lightly. "That was before I noticed Vegeta's ki waking up."
"Goku, I hardly believe that you're incapable of open a cabinet door..." Bulma stated, slightly confused.
The tall saiyan blanched slightly. "Ahh..."
"What? Are you scared of something?" She asked seriously, noticing his reaction.
Goku gulped slightly, squinting his eyes. "Needles." He added, in a high weak voice.
"...oh not this again.." Bulma moaned, rubbing her face. "You refused to open a cabinet from fear of needles?"
"..." The man was silent, staring at her.
Bulma couldn't help but laugh. "Man, that's just like you! Silly... there's no needles in the medical cabinet- just a few plasters, Band-Aids, syrups and such forth! The only needles in this house are those in my lab."
"Few!" Goku sighed, his body relaxing. "I'm sorry Bulma, I just hate them so much..."
"I guess." Bulma smiled lightly. "Everybody has a phobia of something. I mean, take Vegeta- his phobia is 'not being in control' - in any way or form."
"You mean like uke-phobia?" Goku questioned, tilting his head.
"What are you talking about, Goku?" Bulma sweatdropped, before shaking her head. "Sure, whatever..."
Goku's ears pricked slightly, and he looked over his shoulder towards the staircase. "Bulma, I think I should probably head off now." He grinned, cheesily.
"Why? Are you in a rush?" Bulma asked, having enjoyed the company.
"Kinda..." Goku replied, motioning to the tray full of food and drink in his hands. "Vegeta told me to get this, and I don't want to keep her waiting too long otherwise she'll do something nasty."
"Like throw them at you. Yeah, that happens a lot."
Goku paused. "What do you mean..?"
"Ah..." Bulma sweatdropped. "He does that a lot to the people I send to look after him."
"Oh..." Goku looked a little scared, hurrying up the stairs. "In that case, I'll see you later Bulma."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow!" The blue haired woman called back.
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"Well it's about damn time!" Vegeta glared from the reclined position in her bed. "What'd you have to do, Kakarot? Catch the fish first?"
Goku grinned cheesily, setting the tray on Vegeta's lap. "I could, if you really wanted me to."
Vegeta was silent for a moment, eyeing the other saiyan. "I'd rather you didn't. I don't need to be provided for."
Goku almost burst out laughing as he connected that sentence to their situation. Vegeta- helpless mush on her bed, unable to move, and him, her promised slave. "Sure 'Geta, whatever you say." He answered, forcibly swallowing every giggle that could have escaped his lips.
"I told you not to call me that." The princess huffed, before looking expectantly at him.
"..."
"..."
"Well?"
"Well what?" Goku sweated slightly under the constant gaze. "What do you want? A kiss goodnight?" He teased.
"Don't ever say that again." Vegeta's eyes narrowed angrily. "I can't move, so you're going to have to set me up. Fetch me more pillows!"
"More pillows? From where?" Goku asked, blinking his eyes.
"From the guest room across the hall. I expect that's where you're staying, right?"
"Yeah..." Goku nodded. "Okay Vegeta, I guess I can ask Bulma for some more of my own later." He chuckled, heading quickly out the door and returning moments later with two plush white pillows. "Here you go..." He lifted Vegeta's top half up very carefully with one arm, setting the pillows behind her with the other, before letting her go.
"Comfy?" The tall saiyan asked, tilting his head lightly and smiling.
"Very.." Vegeta almost purred, before slowly moving her arm out and picking up a salmon sandwich. "I reckon this food should be sufficient for a while." She commented, taking a bite out of it.
"Thanks... I guess..." Goku smiled, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the lollipop. "Here you go. "He set it down on her tray of food.
"Good." Vegeta nodded, by now tucking into her third sandwich.
Goku smiled lightly, watching her devour the food quickly. "Boy, you sure are hungry." He laughed.
"-!" Vegeta paused unsurely, before turning her head and glaring at the other saiyan. "Would you mind not staring at me as I eat? It's unsettling." She glowered, before motioning to the window. "How about you water the plants, maybe?"
"Thanks, but I already went.." Goku laughed.
"Oh don't be an idiot." Vegeta rolled her eyes, taking a moment to stuff another sandwich in her mouth. "Water the damn plants."
"Sure, sure." Goku nodded. He walked part-way to the window, before pausing and looking around. "Uh... with what?"
"Here..." Vegeta mumbled, grabbing the mug of special cappuccino, downing it in one go, then handing the emptied item to Goku. "Use that."
Goku stared for a moment, before nodding and heading to the nearest bathroom. "Okay."
He returned moments later, quickly opening the window and watering the surprisingly healthy flowers. He backed off from the window, then set the again empty mug on Vegeta's bedside table. "There."
"Shut the window! You're letting in a draft!" An angry voice scolded him.
The tall saiyan looked to the end of the bed to see Vegeta glowering at him, her arms folded over her chest. "Uh... okay..." He murmured slowly, doing so.
"Get me some more damn food!"
Turning around, he raised his eyebrow to see Vegeta in the exact same position. It was almost as if she hadn't moved to speak, but he knew she had. "Okay Vegeta..." He relented, easily. "What would you like to eat?"
"Macaroni cheese." Came the sure reply, and Goku nodded.
"-and more cappuccino." Vegeta then continued, holding up her empty mug. "I want it hot this time! So don't dordle."
Goku bit his tongue, grabbing the tray and mug and quickly leaving the room. 'Vegeta's being a little bossy...' He mentally noted, sweatdropping and heading down the stairs.
Soon, Goku was pleasantly surprised to find the Briefs' family fridge containing one gigantic tray of Macaroni cheese. He was sure he'd be able to scrounge some of it, since it was even too much for one saiyan, and his stomach was starting to rumble. He forgot his previous irritation and picked it out, taking it to the oven.
"..."
The tall saiyan once again sweatdropped, as he noticed the obvious size difference between the oven and his unheated foodsource. Thinking quickly, he was struck with an idea.
Of course, his idea was not so unusual, and he found a narrower, but deeper container that -would- fit in the oven, and moved the food contents into that.
Smiling proudly, he turned the oven on, thankful that it was electric, and headed to the coffee-machine, inserted Vegeta's cup, and waited for the machine to automate.
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"Here Vegeta!" Goku beamed, heading into the princess' bedroom with the fresh hot cappuccino in his hand. He blinked as he noticed said princess, staring at him and sucking on the lollipop.
"I got you your drink.." Goku added, this time a lot less enthusiastic. "Should I put it on your bedstand, or are you gonna' take it?"
Vegeta just narrowed her eyes, continuing the constant motion of sucking the lollipop, which Goku was finding increasingly uncomfortable. "Okay then..." He said, slowly, unsurely, setting her drink on the little table beside her bed. "There."
Goku backed away and stood near the door, looking around at the plain room uneasily before trying to make conversation "Uh... I put the macaroni in the oven, it should only be ten minutes..."
Vegeta eyed him slowly.
Goku shifted uncomfortably. "Is there uh... anything else you want, while I'm here?"
The princess shrugged, her eyes slowly examining the male's orange clad body, while settling on one particular spot.
Although Vegeta's gaze was merely following a fly landing on various places on his body, Goku was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable. The princess' stare, from his perspective, was directly where it -shouldn't- be... and she was still sucking on that lollipop. He quickly found his face heating up under her lazy gaze.
"Ve-Vegeta?"
The princess had obviously tuned him out. She continued to stare for a few more seconds, before her gaze slid up his chest and onto his face, along with the fly.
"AHAHAHA!!!!" The princess suddenly burst out laughing. "Aw crud!" She winced after a second, rubbing her chest, before bursting out laughing again. "eheheHAHAHA!"
"What's so funny?!" Goku cried, jittery, shooing the fly off his face and staring at the princess.
"Y-YOhehhehe! You- shoulda' seen your face K'arot! All scrunched up and cross-eyed! Haha!"
"What?" Goku blinked, settling back a bit.
"Hahahehehe!" Vegeta quickly regained control over herself, before coughing. She turned her gaze back to the other saiyan before frowning a little. "Why are you all red?"
"Huh?" The tall saiyan blinked in confusion, before raising his hand to feel his red-hot face. "Oh..."
"Tell you what.." Vegeta smirked, sucking the lollipop one more before removing the now bare stick from her mouth. "You wash your baka cross-eyed, haha, face and then get me my macaroni. Yes?"
"Ah... okay Vegeta.." Goku quickly shuffled from the room, a nervous knot in his gut.
Vegeta smiled, watching the fly on his butt as he left.
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"I'm back!" Goku sang, jumping through the door with a giant tub of macaroni and a pair of spoons. "Hey 'Geta, how ya' feeling, hungry?!"
"Damn right I'm hungry!" Vegeta nodded, raising herself slightly.
"You sure look better for wear than earlier." Goku commented, setting the pot on Vegeta's bed-side table, clumsily knocking off the, luckily empty, coffee cup.
"Well, I -am- better than earlier." Vegeta agreed, licking her lips and taking the spoon that Goku kindly offered her. "It feels like my strained muscles are already healed... and I feel a whole lot more awake now."
Goku sweatdropped. "Vegeta... it's getting quite late," He said, motioning lightly to the window with his unused spoon. "You don't feel sleepy in the least?"
"No." Vegeta answered, surely. "And it is NOT late, Kakarotto. 3 am is late... maybe 2..."
Goku gawked at her. "You think 3 am is late!?"
"Why? Is it early to you?" Vegeta asked, confusion evident in her voice.
"NO!" Goku shouted, startling the princess. "I mean, yes! But, I would rather say that it's very VERY late.. I go to bed at nine!"
"You're kidding me." The smaller saiyan raised a brow. "You go to bed before -any- decent television comes on..?"
"I don't watch television..."
"I can see why." Vegeta said dryly, before digging up a spoonful of macaroni. "What kind of rules does your banshee wife keep you under, huh?"
"ChiChi is not a banshee!" Goku complained, narrowing his eyes.
"Could have fooled me. She shrieks like one, don't you agree?" Vegeta teased.
".." Goku bit his tongue in thought for a second. "How would you know what a banshee sounds like, Vegeta?" He questioned, a tint of sarcasm in his voice.
"I once exterminated a planet of them." The woman replied offhandedly. "While I was in the service of Freiza."
"..."
"..."
"..you're making that up." Goku accused, glaring at her.
"'How would you know?'" Vegeta quoted him with a small smirk. She finally put the spoonful of macaroni between her lips. "Humn!" She murmured in shock.
"What?" Goku asked, confused at her strange expression.
"It's... quite good!" Vegeta smiled, taking another spoonful. "Where did you find it, Kakarot?"
"In the fridge." The tall saiyan replied, causing the princess to nod.
"That'll be Bunni's cooking."
"Oooh.." Goku articulated, before digging his own spoon into the massive pot and pulling out some food, placing it in his mouth. "This is pretty good!"
"Yes, it is..." Vegeta stated rhetorically, before blinking at the male's activities. "What're you doing?"
Goku paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth. "Eating..."
"..." Vegeta's face went through a range of emotions, before settling on a neutral one. "Okay."
Goku looked at her nervously, before continuing to eat.
It wasn't long before, in total silence, the saiyans finished the entire contents of the pot. Both of them sitting back on Vegeta's bed with content faces.
"That was good..." Goku drolled, lazily, his eyelids sinking. "Really really good."
"Mnhmn!" Vegeta nodded. She was just as happy and laid back, but unfortunately for Goku, in a perky and awake way. "Hey Kakarot..."
"Nuuh?" Goku asked. opening his eyes forcibly and looking at the princess. "Yes 'Geta?"
"Kakarot, when I'm... capable, do you want to spar again?"
"I'm sure we can.." Goku agreed, before yawning and laying back.
".." Vegeta stared at him for a moment as his eyes closed. "Kakarot!"
"Huh?" Goku blinked, sitting up once more.
"Kakarot, why do you wear orange clothes all the time?"
"Why do you ask?" The saiyan requested, nervously.
"... answer my question peasant." Vegeta replied, feigning a cold air.
"I wear orange because I like orange." Goku replied as if speaking to a child. He layed back once more, and was once more stopped.
"Hey Kakarot?"
"What, Vegeta?" He sighed, opening his eyes and looking at her.
"I like orange too."
"Oh... that's good. Is there anything else you need?"
"Yes." Came a quick, affirmative answer.
Goku regretted his offer immediately. "Uh... what..?"
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About an hour later, Vegeta's room was pretty much redecorated. It was filled with stuff you would usually find in a living room. Her bed, as usual, rested near her window. Beside that was the bed-side table, now free of a mucky pot. On the opposite side of the room was a minor entertainment complex, compiled of a television, dvd player, and CD player. Next to that was a small cabinet, filled with snacks of many types, such as crisps and bread. On top of it was Vegeta's all-favorite coffee-machine.
Goku wiped his brow tiredly as he put the last item into place. "There... is that everything?"
"You mean physical items?" Vegeta queried, causing Goku to blanch. "Yeah, that's every item I want in my room... for now."
"Oh thank you lord..." Goku smiled, half delirious.
"However."
"I was dreading you were gonna' say that..." Goku pouted, causing the princess to glare and blush.
"However... I need a.. lift..."
"A lift?" The taller saiyan queried, his eyebrow raising. "What do you mean by a lift."
Vegeta looked away, embarrassed. "I can't walk to the bathroom by myself."
Once more, the male saiyan turned pale. "Oh..."
"..."
"...I guess it could be worse!" Goku smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, you could go and say 'I need my nappy changed!'"
"Ph!" Vegeta huffed, narrowing her eyes. "I'd DIE before I had to say that."
"... knowing you, that's probably true." Goku shrugged, walking to the side of the bed and leaning down.
Vegeta instinctively leaned back, causing Goku to blink at her.
"Ah... you'll probably want to hold onto my neck so I don't drop you..." He supplied, pointing to his neck.
"Oh..." Vegeta sweatdropped nervously. "I'm not used to doing that."
"Neither am I..." Goku replied, becoming a bit unsure himself.
"... I really gotta' go though." Vegeta blushed, quickly hooking her arms around the back of the male saiyan's neck. "Like this?" She questioned.
Goku's eyes shot wide as Vegeta -actually- came into close contact with him, giving him a weird feeling and making his heart speed up. "Y-Yeah..." He gulped, trying not to look at the face so close to his. "That's it.." He confirmed, quickly hooking his arms under the princess' legs, which in turn, caused her to blush.
"I don't like this..." Vegeta stuttered, not severely enjoying the close contact with the other saiyan.
"Me either." Goku admitted, his voice a little shaky.
It wasn't far, thankfully, to the bathroom. Goku was kind enough to escort his princess in, sitting her on the edge of the bath before leaving her to her privacy, at least until she requested another lift.
He didn't realize it at that moment, but that quickly turned out to be a mistake. It took no time at all for the princess to finish with a throne... the real time-taker was her bath, which she had forgot to mention to him.
Goku, the ever patient, waited unwaveringly outside the door... for the first fifteen minutes. After this point, he began to get concerned. After a whole twenty-five minutes of Vegeta being in the unfortunately soundproof room, he was getting ready to teleport in a try to help her.
But fate kindly chose this time for the princess to open the door. She was clad in three large downy towels, and supporting herself by halfway sitting on the edge of the bath. She looked a lot happier and smelt a lot cleaner than when she went in. "I'm finished." She announced, as if her actual being there wasn't enough to prove the fact.
Goku stared at her for a moment, blinking. "..You didn't fall in- did you?" He asked, motioning to the towels.
"What..?" Vegeta's face scrunched up, a wrinkle forming over her nose. "Fall into what?"
Goku peered past her into the steamy room before realization struck him. "Oh... you.. had a bath..." He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Yes...." Vegeta frowned somewhat angrily. "What did you think I'd fallen into.."
'The toilet..' Goku thought embarrassment heating up his face. He gulped, lightly, knowing the scolding that the princess would give him should he actually accuse her of having a chance of falling into the toilet. "N- nothing.. now... how about w-we head back to your room, huh?"
"..." Vegeta eyed him for a moment, before giving a light nod. "Alright.... The bath-edge is uncomfortable anyway." She agreed, motioning to her current seat.
"Alrightee then." Goku smiled, quickly leaning down towards the princess.
Vegeta, however, hadn't seen this sudden movement coming, and again, instinctively moved back away from him. She started to topple and teeter towards the soapy water of her bath, before luckily, or maybe unluckily, Goku snatched his arm around her waist, pulling her back up.
"Whoopseedaisy." The tall saiyan smiled lightly, seating her back normally before backing off. "You almost had a nasty accident there, huh, 'Geta?"
After a moment of no response, he looked up at the princess. She was sitting there, frozen solid, her face bright red.
"Eee..." A high pitched sound escaped past Vegeta's lips. Her eyes were wide open like a scared rabbit's.
"Vegeta?" Goku asked, putting his hand on her shoulder lightly, trying to bring her back down to Earth. "Hey, you there?"
"..."
"..?"
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! !!!" The older saiyan shrieked loudly, her hands scrunching up in her towel, drawing it closer to herself. "AAAAYAHAYAHYAHAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"AH!!" Goku complimented her with his own shout, covering his ears from the loud noise. "Vegeta! Stop screaming!!!"
"..." The princess almost immediately complied, though Goku was sure it was just coincidence. She wouldn't have had a chance of hearing him through her loud outburst. Instead, she took up an even worse action... twitching. She started twitching like only Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans, could twitch. Unnerving Goku to no-end.
"Vegeta..?"
"...Don't do that again, Kakarot." The shorter saiyan mumbled, staring at the wall. "N-never again, you hear me?"
Not sure what she was talking about, but knowing the best course of action, Goku merely agreed. "N'kay."
"..."
"..." Goku sweatdropped as Vegeta refused to move her gaze. "Hey..." He nudged her lightly, trying to get her to look at him. "Hey, 'Geta?"
"Yes..?" Vegeta asked, turning her head roboticaly towards the saiyan. She scrunched her face up, seeming to come out of her trance. "What the hell is it? Spit it out."
The male saiyan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Uh... Vegeta, we're still in the bathroom. Can you walk?" He queried, giving her the option of moving by herself this time.
At this, the smaller saiyan shook her head, turning it to the side. "No..." She admitted. A light blush rose on her cheeks, and she held her arms towards the male, her gaze still turned away.
Goku smiled, reaching forward slowly and pulling her to him the same way as he had carried her before. He was surprised to find he did not feel as uncomfortable as the previous time though, and as they re-entered Vegeta's room, he found himself holding her a little longer than necessary before setting her down.
Goku looked a little unsure as the princess refused to look at him. "Uh... are you okay, Vegeta?" He queried lightly.
"..." A moment's silence, and then the gender-bent saiyan nodded, looking him momentarily in the eye before looking away shyly. "I'm fine.."
Goku sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. "Listen.. I'm really sleepy...but... you know, maybe we should make use of that dvd player of yours and watch a movie, huh?" He prompted, making his way quickly to the dvd player and picking up a disk on the way. "What do you say?"
"..I guess..." Vegeta nodded. "Just pop any odd one in."
"Okay 'Geta." Goku smiled at the increase in reaction, slamming the disk he picked up into the player. He grabbed the remote and snacks, heading back over to Vegeta's bed and sitting as lightly as possible on its end. "You like Arnold Scwartsneger, right?"
"Yes... his accent annoys me, but he's rather entertaining."
"That's good..." Goku smiled, moving back so his back was against the wall. "He's in this one... it's a comedy, so it should cheer you up."
"..I do not need any form of cheering up." Vegeta scowled at him.
".." Goku smiled. "You coulda' fooled me..." He looked away a moment, contemplating. "Saaaay... do you wanna' hang out tomorrow? Eat some lunch, maybe do a little shopping? That's what women like to do.. right?"
The princess growled. "For your information, I will not be a woman tomorrow."
"Well then.. there'll be no problem, huh? You never did want to go with stereotypes.. I mean... look at you... you're a prince and yet you eat almost as bad as I do, fight, curse..."
Vegeta rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I'll come if I feel well enough... I need to buy some new clothes anyway."
Goku raised an eyebrow. "Why? You're not gonna' be a girl tomorrow so-"
"Remember I told you Bulma's been giving me women's clothing?"
"...ah..." Goku grinned sheepishly. "I can see how that can pose a problem with your ego..."
"What the hell do you mean!?" Vegeta asked, growing irritated. "Was that meant to be some sort of joke?"
"..." The male saiyan looked confused. "..I honestly don't know.." He admitted, looking away. His gaze quickly met the dvd player. "Hey.. you wanna' start the movie yet, Vegeta?"
"..." The saiyan princess distractedly glanced the dvd. "...Sure, I've got a whole night to pass."
Goku blanched momentarily, before bravely pressing the play button.
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Nekoni: Anyone seen the movie where Arnold Schwartsneger (I'm sure I spelt that wrong) gets pregnant with what he thinks is a monkey?
Vegetto: Not I...
Nekoni: ..well, you should. It's good! –you know, things only start to go into the movies when they're possible? 'Mpreg' has been possible for some years now... be it including a lot of surgery...
Vegetto: You know, that partially freaks me out... :smirks: ahem! So, Star- trek and Spiderman are becoming realities too?
Nekoni: YUP!
Vegetto: For some reason, I no longer trust your source of information...
Nekoni: Oh well! Your loss Jitto! :coughs: anyway! Onto the important issue! I've discovered my limit for chapter size! –You know how I said at the beginning of this chapter I'm trying to make my fics longer? Well, I can, but only up to 5000 words (without some major scene change) I started loosing track of what I started with...
Vegetto: So now she's going to improve her quality!
Nekoni: Stop putting words in my mouth you sinister fusion.... Actually, I'm going to try to improve my output rate... I'm going to try to write 2000 words a day... though I do have many days which are depressing enough to make me not write at all, so it'll likely turn out to be 2000 words every two days...
Vegetto: :suddenly dressed as a coach: :blows whistle: Stop lowering your goals!! Shoot for the stars!
Nekoni: :nods in determination: But I shall try my very hardest to post more frequently!
Vegetto: :smirks: Well, you guys. I'll see if I can keep her motivated! I'm sure leaving a comment would help me out!