Title: Don't Get Bulma Angry! Fic # 4: Trunks' 4th Birthday Party
Author: Laura
Rating: PG
Pairing: Bulma/Vegeta, Goku/Chichi
Summary: Bulma is throwing a party for Trunks' 4th birthday party. All friends and family are invited. A few of Trunks' friends as well. Bulma decides to hire a clown for the party but Vegeta doesn't like the idea when he finds out. What do you think he'll do? Can't wait to know myself! LOL
Disclaimer: I do not own the DBZ characters. They belong to absolute genius of DBZGT, Akira Toriyama. Spoiler: None!
Feedback: Read and review!
By the way, some OOC!
A/N: I made Goku alive in this fic! I absolutely positively love Goku! I will not let my baby go bye-bye! NEVER! Me: glomps Goku My Goku!
Goku: Hey, uh, Laura, I can't breathe. turning blue Help me!
Me: My Goku! I'm never gonna let you go.
Goku: Please let go. turning different colors Can't breathe.... whispers to reader Please help me! Me: Never, ever, ever, ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever letting you out of my sight and I'm never ever ever ever ever ever letting you go, Gokie! squeezes even tighter
Goku: AH! shouting AIR! I NEED AIR!
Me: Oh. lets him go Well, why didn't you tell me in the first place? crosses arms in anger
Goku: gasps for much needed air sits down and sighs
Trunks' Fourth Birthday
Bulma stood up working on a new Capsule Corp. project. Vegeta, as usual was in the gravity room training his heart out. She sighed just thinking about him. 'That man spends more time with the gravity chamber than he does with me or his very own son.' The new project she was working on wasn't coming out as well as she hoped. Becoming frustrated, she threw the project across the room and it shattered into several shards. Breathing deeply, she walked over and began gathering them up. Out of nowhere, she heard a small voice cry out, "MOMMY!" Bulma, knowing it was Trunks, ran out of the room.
Trunks was standing on a chair in the kitchen looking at a calendar that hung on the wall. He heard footsteps coming closer to him. 'Mommy's coming.' Bulma screeched to a halt and went into the kitchen, out of breath.
"What's wrong, Trunks? What's the matter, honey? Did something bad happen? Is it daddy?" She asked. Trunks just shook his head. "No, mommy. Of course not. You know daddy. Always in da tamber."
"Then what do you want? Mommy was working on a new project."
"Look." His small finger pointed to a circled date. Bulma moved over to him wiping her hands on her apron. "My day."
Bulma beamed. He knew when he saw his name on a calendar it was always a good day or a bad day. The good days were a special day for him like sleeping over a friend's house, a playdate, training with daddy or just an ice-cream time that was always scheduled every weekend between him, his mother and father. The bad days were Trunks' worst days. They were check-ups, trips to the dentist, parent/teacher conferences, shots, et cetera. But Trunks beamed knowing that it was his new day. A day that happened every year since he was born. It was his birthday. The Capsule Corp. president/mother/wife nodded her head. "Yes, Trunks. It's your day. It's your fourth birthday."
"When is my 'bert' day?"
"Birthday and it is in a few days, Trunks."
Trunks smiled at Bulma and jumped up and down on the chair that was still supporting his small frame.
The next day, Chichi was sitting around with Bulma planning Trunks' birthday party. "I have everything that I need. I just need to know what to get for entertainment, Chichi. What do you think I should get? Maybe a DJ?"
Chichi just shook her head and smiled. "No, Bulma. Four year olds don't want to listen to a DJ and dance. They want to watch something like a magic show." She gasped. "A clown! Get a clown!"
Bulma looked at Chichi weird. "A clown? What can a clown do for them?"
"Duh! A clown can make balloon animals! He can do tricks! He tells jokes! Funny! The kids'll love it!" "Hmm...A clown..It does sound interesting, Chichi."
"Get one for Trunks' birthday party. I'm sure he'll love it." "I guess." Sighing she gave in. "Okay. A clown it is. Just don't tell Vegeta."
"Why not? Isn't he gonna wanna know who the entertainment is?"
"He will, but just don't say anything to him. Let him see for himself."
"Why?"
"Because he might do something."
"Why doesn't he like clowns, Bulma?" Asked Chichi while laughing her heart out.
"Because..Well, I promised I wouldn't say anything."
"Just tell me. I won't say anything."
"Not a word?"
"Not a word."
"He's afraid of clowns."
Chichi pursed her lips together for a few seconds before busting out laughing. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The prince of all saiyans! Afraid of clowns? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Please, Chichi! Not a word! You promised!" Bulma begged. As soon as Chichi died down, she nodded. "All right, I promise. But can I please tell Goku? This is too funny!"
"NO!"
----The Day of Trunks' Birthday----
Bulma had called a clown agency the same day as Chichi instructed her to. They said they would send their best clown over for the kids in the afternoon time.
Bulma smiled as she saw her young son playing with the first of the guests. He was four. Her baby was four. He was growing up. She sniffled a little.
"My little boy is growing up."
"Oh, stop sniffling, onna. He's still a little boy. He's not outgrown just yet, babe." Vegeta said behind his blue-haired goddess. The prince settled hands on her hips as he walked behind her. She smiled and leaned back against him. "Oh, Vegeta. He's growing up so fast."
"Well, not fast enough for me. He's taking his time becoming a man. He won't be able to train for awhile."
Bulma just rolled her eyes and pushed away from her saiyan hubby. "Stop it, Vegeta. Training is not that important."
Vegeta's eyes widened and he gasped. "How dare you say that! To me! The Prince of all Saiyans!" Bulma put her hands on her hips. "Well, listen to this you Prince of all Arrogant Jerks! Our son is only four years old! He still has at least a couple years before he begins training with you! So shut up and enjoy your son's couple of years as a child because these will be his only ones!" She spat out and left a stunned prince behind.
Vegeta walked into Capsule Corp still stunned and shocked at what his wife had said to him. She actually talked back to him. Vegeta Vegeta aka Vegeta Brief, the Prince of all Saiyans. He sighed and sat down on a nearby couch. Suddenly, the phone rang. He growled and jumped up, grabbing the phone with a very hard grip.
"HELLO!"
A voice became hesitant on the other end. "Uh, sir...."
"Oh." He calmed. It was the front desk. "What is it?"
"The clown for your son's party is here."
Vegeta's eyes widened. ( . ) ( . ) 'Clowns! Clowns!' He gasped and dropped the phone. "Clowns...A clown...is here...for my son's....birthday party?" He shook his head. "NO! NO CLOWNS! CLOWNS WILL EAT ME IF I STEP INTO THEIR TERRITORY! NO! EVEN AS A SAIYAN I CAN NEVER CROSS THEM! NEVER! CLOWNS! HUNDREDS! AN ARMY! THEY'RE ALREADY GANGING UP ON ME! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" (A/N: LOL! I just had to do that! It was too funny not to put in! CLOWNS AH! THEY'LL EAT ME! LOL!) He searched around the room. "Clowns...Hundreds...Will eat me...Help me! They must have devised a plan to get to me. Starting with a mole for my son's party." A worried face turned into a smirk. "Well, I'm not gonna be fooled. I will get them all!" He went back to the phone and picked it up.
"Uh, sir, are you okay?"
"Yes. Tell the....clown...I'll be down in a minute."
"Yes, sir." Vegeta hung up the phone and headed out the door with a stupid grin on his face.
"Uh, sir, do you mind taking a seat over there? Mr. Brief will be down in a moment to get you." The front clerk had said to the clown.
The clown nodded and smiled. His red nose was glaring light into the clerk's eyes. "Thank you."
The clerk held a hand in front of his face. "No problem."
The clown sat down in a chair waiting for his nightmare to arrive.
A couple minutes later, the elevator dinged and Vegeta stepped out. His boots were clomping on the ground. His eyes were scanning his territory for any other clowny enemies that would dare attack. He was on the prowl searching for his prey. And his prey just happened to be in the main lobby. Stepping up to the clerk, he smirked.
"Where is the clown?" He asked angrily.
"Right there, sir." The clerk replied shaking his pointing finger at the seatings. Vegeta turned around and gasped. It was horrible. This clown was wearing white paint all over his face with a big red grin and a red nose. Blue eyes were poking through and his red wig made him look even scarier. The pants he was wearing were way too big around the hips and the shoes...oh, don't get me started. Vegeta just gulped. 'Clown...Big clown...Ugly...Disgusting...Okay. Don't panic, Vegeta. You are the prince of all saiyans. You can beat him'
"Are you the clown for my son's party?" He asked in an almost steady voice.
The clown stood and held out a hand. "Mr. Funny-Pants. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brief."
Vegeta just made a disgusted face. 'Eww....He thinks that I will touch that...I think not. It's a trap. It must be.' "No thanks. We won't be needing your services."
"Why not?" The clown asked his big red smile turning into that of a frown. He looked around. "I'm not stupid."
"What?" Mr. Funny-Pants asked confused. "I know that you are trying to get into my home. Trying to trick me into thinking that you are just another entertainer. HA! I think not. I'm onto you, mole."
"Mole? Who's mole?"
"You will not get ganged up on me! I will not allow it!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Never will you be able to tell your clown army about my whereabouts, Mr. Funny-Pants! You are toasted clown!"
"Huh?" He asked still not understanding what Mr. Brief was telling him. "Mr. Brief, please tell me what is going on? Did you and your wife decide that you no longer require my services for entertaining your son and folks at his birthday party?"
"Sort of."
"I guess I'll just talk to my agent then. He needs to get me gigs that willl surely go on. Sorry for wasting your time coming down here." He turned around to leave. "Mr. Funny-Pants..."
"Yes?" He asked turning around. Vegeta held his hands at his sides. "SUPER GALIK GUN!" He shouted and blasted at the clown killing him. The clerk quickly ducked behind his desk when he saw his employer do that. 'Oh, no. Please don't let me be next.' Vegeta wiped his hands together. "That's that." Turning he saw the clerk peeking his head out from behind the counter. "Uh, don't say anything to my wife. There'll be a raise in this week's paycheck for you if you don't."
The clerk stood and smiled. "I didn't see a thing, Mr. Brief. The clown never showed."
Vegeta smirked. "Good. You're getting a raise, Son."
"Thanks." Vegeta walked out of the lobby and toward the elevator, proud at what he had just done.
Bulma was standing in the room next to the phone tapping her foot. "Where is that phone call? That stupid clown was supposed to be here ten minutes ago." The door to the room opened and Vegeta walked in. Bulma turned around and smiled at her husband. "Hi, Bulma." "Hi, sweetie. Listen, did you get a call of any sort from the front desk?"
"Yes." "Did they say who was here?"
Vegeta gulped. "No."
Bulma stepped up to Vegeta and looked at him. "You look me straight in the eye and tell me that nobody showed up in that lobby downstairs."
"Nobody showed up in the--Kami your eyes are huge!"
Bulma growled. "VEGETA!" "Okay! That stupid clown came, but he couldn't make it."
"Why not?" He gulped. With what he hoped no pun intended he replied, "He had to part."
"Oh no. Why?"
"Because, well..." He scratched the back of his head. "Vegeta, what did you do to him?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes into the back of his head. "I didn't like him. He was a mole for a clown army so I Super Galik Gunned him."
"YOU WHAT?!" Bulma shouted.
Vegeta looked down at his feet, they were suddenly interested. "Sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Vegeta! You killed an innocent clown? How dare you!"
"He was a mole!"
"What?"
"HE WAS A CLOWN MOLE! HE WAS TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO I WAS AND WHERE I WAS! THE CLOWNS FOUND ME SO THEY SENT HIM IN TO ACT AS THE MOLE TO GET MY FAMILY'S TRUST AND THEN HE WOULD TELL THE OTHER CLOWNS SO THE WHOLE ENTIRE ARMY WILL COME AND EAT ME!" He said it all quickly with one single breath. Bulma's eyes went wide. "Oooo-kayyy. Um, well, we need to get another clown then."
"NO MORE CLOWNS!" "Fine! We won't find another clown!" She smiled. "You'll be the clown!"
"WHAT?!"
"You destroyed our famous clown, so you can be the replacement!"
"EEWWWWWW! No, I don't want to become a clown. Please, Bulma. Please don't make me suffer, baby. Please, don't!" "You are. You wait right here, Vegeta. And don't even think about trying to escape from me. Because wherever you go, I will find you. And when I find you...." She trailed off and smiled. "Stay here."
Vegeta whimpered. He did not like what was going on.
Bulma walked back into the room holding a capsule in her hand. "Here." She handed it to Vegeta.
"What's this?"
"There's different kinds of outfits in here. There should be a clown costume in there some where. Keep pressing the button until you get it on." Vegeta opened his mouth but she stopped him. "Don't even think about arguing with me. Do it now." And she left the room.
Vegeta sighed and looked at the capsule. "If I do this, and I get the clown costume on, will I become one of the clowns? Become part of the clown army! Try to cannabilize myself?! AH! No! I can't!" He was about to put down the capsule, but remembered his son. He was hoping for a clown wasn't he? "I'll do this for Trunks, but I am not making any promises that I will be a good clown." He pressed the button. Different outfits came up. There was a cowboy. A policemen. (A/N: There you go, Courtney! DROOL) A firefighter. A biker. A pilot. A ballerina. A dancer. A showgirl. A pumpkin. Vegeta was beginnin to become very frustrated.
Bulma decided to come in and see how Vegeta was doing. She opened the door to the room and laughed. Vegeta turned around facing his onna. "What's so funny?" He asked. Looking down, he saw he was wearing Goku's outfit. "OH, NO! I'm wearing Kakarot's out of date clothes! AH! Help me! This is a nightmare!" He tried pressing the capsule button again, but nothing would change. "You (growl) worthless (roar) hunk (whack) of (bang) metal! (bang) WORK!" He pushed the button one more time and it finally changed. The clown costume was next. His hair had changed in a pinkish color. His face was painted white with a pink smile on his face with a red nose and blue eyes sticking out. He was wearing the same clothes as the other clown, big at the waist and big shoes on his feet. Yep. He was ready to go out and humiliate himself for other people's pleasure.
Vegeta had walked outside and the kids cheered. He growled to himself. 'Get onna back later! Revenge! So sweet!' He waved to the kids and began to do some stuff. He had lots of trouble on the balloon animals. Everytime he put one together, it would pop because he would be squishing it while thinking of how embarrassed he was. Trunks and the kids were laughing though. They were laughing at him. All of them thought he was funny. A smile appeared on his face knowing that he was spreading joy into little kids' hearts. A warm feeling went through him. The jokes were very pathetic even though he confused the kids so many times. But the parents just thought he was just being a fool as he was hired to be. Then came with the magic tricks. Vegeta kept pulling out tons of hankies from one pocket. A little kid actually wondered if his pants could fill up with something liquidy. He decided to try his little experiment. While Vegeta wasn't looking, the kid had brought a bucket of ice water over to Vegeta. Pulling out Vegeta's waist band o fthe pants, the kid poured it in. Vegeta yelped and began doing some funny dances. Bulma was laughing as well. Goku was standing nearby with Chichi laughing to their hearts content. It was funny. Vegeta was really being very funny.
The end of the day was finally coming near. And Vegeta the clown wanted to retire. One of the parents was beginning to talk to Bulma. A young girl named Matami was at her side. "Bulma, that was one funny party. Vegeta was excellent."
Bulma was surprised. "How'd you know it was Vegeta?" The woman shrugged. "Because of the way he was acting. No clown would act as arrogant as he would."
"Yeah. That's my Prince."
Vegeta the Clown stepped forward and waved to the woman. "Hello."
"Hey, Vegeta. Excellent work with the kids today. Bulma told me the clown didn't show. It was really nice of you to do this for your son."
Vegeta was suprised. Bulma had told this woman a lie! A lie! HAHA! He loved this woman. "Yes. I love Trunks. I wanted to make him happy. No son of mine is going to be disappointed on his birthday."
"I guess not."
Matami, the little girl, pulled on Vegeta's pant leg. Vegeta looked down. "Mr. Brief, good job."
"Thank you, Matami."
"Can you do my party next?" Vegeta was surprised.
"Uh, well, I really ca--" Bulma cut him off.
"He would love to, Matami." Vegeta glared at her. "Cool! I can't wait. Mr. Brief, you are very funny. Even though sometimes Mommy and Mrs. Brief calls you a painty-haired old man, a midget and an arrogant jerk with an attitude problem. And those must be your good qualitites." She giggled.
Vegeta glared at the two women who just shrugged. He growled.
THE END
Well, I hope you all enjoyed that one. Not as long as I thought it would be, but cute and funny enough, right? Well, I have to go now. Gotta get to bed because I am so darn tired! It is almost ten o'clock! BYE BYE! Was this funny enough, Court! I hope so!
Kyatoz,
Laura
Disclaimer: I do not own the DBZ characters. They belong to absolute genius of DBZGT, Akira Toriyama. Spoiler: None!
Feedback: Read and review!
By the way, some OOC!
A/N: I made Goku alive in this fic! I absolutely positively love Goku! I will not let my baby go bye-bye! NEVER! Me: glomps Goku My Goku!
Goku: Hey, uh, Laura, I can't breathe. turning blue Help me!
Me: My Goku! I'm never gonna let you go.
Goku: Please let go. turning different colors Can't breathe.... whispers to reader Please help me! Me: Never, ever, ever, ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever letting you out of my sight and I'm never ever ever ever ever ever letting you go, Gokie! squeezes even tighter
Goku: AH! shouting AIR! I NEED AIR!
Me: Oh. lets him go Well, why didn't you tell me in the first place? crosses arms in anger
Goku: gasps for much needed air sits down and sighs
Trunks' Fourth Birthday
Bulma stood up working on a new Capsule Corp. project. Vegeta, as usual was in the gravity room training his heart out. She sighed just thinking about him. 'That man spends more time with the gravity chamber than he does with me or his very own son.' The new project she was working on wasn't coming out as well as she hoped. Becoming frustrated, she threw the project across the room and it shattered into several shards. Breathing deeply, she walked over and began gathering them up. Out of nowhere, she heard a small voice cry out, "MOMMY!" Bulma, knowing it was Trunks, ran out of the room.
Trunks was standing on a chair in the kitchen looking at a calendar that hung on the wall. He heard footsteps coming closer to him. 'Mommy's coming.' Bulma screeched to a halt and went into the kitchen, out of breath.
"What's wrong, Trunks? What's the matter, honey? Did something bad happen? Is it daddy?" She asked. Trunks just shook his head. "No, mommy. Of course not. You know daddy. Always in da tamber."
"Then what do you want? Mommy was working on a new project."
"Look." His small finger pointed to a circled date. Bulma moved over to him wiping her hands on her apron. "My day."
Bulma beamed. He knew when he saw his name on a calendar it was always a good day or a bad day. The good days were a special day for him like sleeping over a friend's house, a playdate, training with daddy or just an ice-cream time that was always scheduled every weekend between him, his mother and father. The bad days were Trunks' worst days. They were check-ups, trips to the dentist, parent/teacher conferences, shots, et cetera. But Trunks beamed knowing that it was his new day. A day that happened every year since he was born. It was his birthday. The Capsule Corp. president/mother/wife nodded her head. "Yes, Trunks. It's your day. It's your fourth birthday."
"When is my 'bert' day?"
"Birthday and it is in a few days, Trunks."
Trunks smiled at Bulma and jumped up and down on the chair that was still supporting his small frame.
The next day, Chichi was sitting around with Bulma planning Trunks' birthday party. "I have everything that I need. I just need to know what to get for entertainment, Chichi. What do you think I should get? Maybe a DJ?"
Chichi just shook her head and smiled. "No, Bulma. Four year olds don't want to listen to a DJ and dance. They want to watch something like a magic show." She gasped. "A clown! Get a clown!"
Bulma looked at Chichi weird. "A clown? What can a clown do for them?"
"Duh! A clown can make balloon animals! He can do tricks! He tells jokes! Funny! The kids'll love it!" "Hmm...A clown..It does sound interesting, Chichi."
"Get one for Trunks' birthday party. I'm sure he'll love it." "I guess." Sighing she gave in. "Okay. A clown it is. Just don't tell Vegeta."
"Why not? Isn't he gonna wanna know who the entertainment is?"
"He will, but just don't say anything to him. Let him see for himself."
"Why?"
"Because he might do something."
"Why doesn't he like clowns, Bulma?" Asked Chichi while laughing her heart out.
"Because..Well, I promised I wouldn't say anything."
"Just tell me. I won't say anything."
"Not a word?"
"Not a word."
"He's afraid of clowns."
Chichi pursed her lips together for a few seconds before busting out laughing. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The prince of all saiyans! Afraid of clowns? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Please, Chichi! Not a word! You promised!" Bulma begged. As soon as Chichi died down, she nodded. "All right, I promise. But can I please tell Goku? This is too funny!"
"NO!"
----The Day of Trunks' Birthday----
Bulma had called a clown agency the same day as Chichi instructed her to. They said they would send their best clown over for the kids in the afternoon time.
Bulma smiled as she saw her young son playing with the first of the guests. He was four. Her baby was four. He was growing up. She sniffled a little.
"My little boy is growing up."
"Oh, stop sniffling, onna. He's still a little boy. He's not outgrown just yet, babe." Vegeta said behind his blue-haired goddess. The prince settled hands on her hips as he walked behind her. She smiled and leaned back against him. "Oh, Vegeta. He's growing up so fast."
"Well, not fast enough for me. He's taking his time becoming a man. He won't be able to train for awhile."
Bulma just rolled her eyes and pushed away from her saiyan hubby. "Stop it, Vegeta. Training is not that important."
Vegeta's eyes widened and he gasped. "How dare you say that! To me! The Prince of all Saiyans!" Bulma put her hands on her hips. "Well, listen to this you Prince of all Arrogant Jerks! Our son is only four years old! He still has at least a couple years before he begins training with you! So shut up and enjoy your son's couple of years as a child because these will be his only ones!" She spat out and left a stunned prince behind.
Vegeta walked into Capsule Corp still stunned and shocked at what his wife had said to him. She actually talked back to him. Vegeta Vegeta aka Vegeta Brief, the Prince of all Saiyans. He sighed and sat down on a nearby couch. Suddenly, the phone rang. He growled and jumped up, grabbing the phone with a very hard grip.
"HELLO!"
A voice became hesitant on the other end. "Uh, sir...."
"Oh." He calmed. It was the front desk. "What is it?"
"The clown for your son's party is here."
Vegeta's eyes widened. ( . ) ( . ) 'Clowns! Clowns!' He gasped and dropped the phone. "Clowns...A clown...is here...for my son's....birthday party?" He shook his head. "NO! NO CLOWNS! CLOWNS WILL EAT ME IF I STEP INTO THEIR TERRITORY! NO! EVEN AS A SAIYAN I CAN NEVER CROSS THEM! NEVER! CLOWNS! HUNDREDS! AN ARMY! THEY'RE ALREADY GANGING UP ON ME! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" (A/N: LOL! I just had to do that! It was too funny not to put in! CLOWNS AH! THEY'LL EAT ME! LOL!) He searched around the room. "Clowns...Hundreds...Will eat me...Help me! They must have devised a plan to get to me. Starting with a mole for my son's party." A worried face turned into a smirk. "Well, I'm not gonna be fooled. I will get them all!" He went back to the phone and picked it up.
"Uh, sir, are you okay?"
"Yes. Tell the....clown...I'll be down in a minute."
"Yes, sir." Vegeta hung up the phone and headed out the door with a stupid grin on his face.
"Uh, sir, do you mind taking a seat over there? Mr. Brief will be down in a moment to get you." The front clerk had said to the clown.
The clown nodded and smiled. His red nose was glaring light into the clerk's eyes. "Thank you."
The clerk held a hand in front of his face. "No problem."
The clown sat down in a chair waiting for his nightmare to arrive.
A couple minutes later, the elevator dinged and Vegeta stepped out. His boots were clomping on the ground. His eyes were scanning his territory for any other clowny enemies that would dare attack. He was on the prowl searching for his prey. And his prey just happened to be in the main lobby. Stepping up to the clerk, he smirked.
"Where is the clown?" He asked angrily.
"Right there, sir." The clerk replied shaking his pointing finger at the seatings. Vegeta turned around and gasped. It was horrible. This clown was wearing white paint all over his face with a big red grin and a red nose. Blue eyes were poking through and his red wig made him look even scarier. The pants he was wearing were way too big around the hips and the shoes...oh, don't get me started. Vegeta just gulped. 'Clown...Big clown...Ugly...Disgusting...Okay. Don't panic, Vegeta. You are the prince of all saiyans. You can beat him'
"Are you the clown for my son's party?" He asked in an almost steady voice.
The clown stood and held out a hand. "Mr. Funny-Pants. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brief."
Vegeta just made a disgusted face. 'Eww....He thinks that I will touch that...I think not. It's a trap. It must be.' "No thanks. We won't be needing your services."
"Why not?" The clown asked his big red smile turning into that of a frown. He looked around. "I'm not stupid."
"What?" Mr. Funny-Pants asked confused. "I know that you are trying to get into my home. Trying to trick me into thinking that you are just another entertainer. HA! I think not. I'm onto you, mole."
"Mole? Who's mole?"
"You will not get ganged up on me! I will not allow it!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Never will you be able to tell your clown army about my whereabouts, Mr. Funny-Pants! You are toasted clown!"
"Huh?" He asked still not understanding what Mr. Brief was telling him. "Mr. Brief, please tell me what is going on? Did you and your wife decide that you no longer require my services for entertaining your son and folks at his birthday party?"
"Sort of."
"I guess I'll just talk to my agent then. He needs to get me gigs that willl surely go on. Sorry for wasting your time coming down here." He turned around to leave. "Mr. Funny-Pants..."
"Yes?" He asked turning around. Vegeta held his hands at his sides. "SUPER GALIK GUN!" He shouted and blasted at the clown killing him. The clerk quickly ducked behind his desk when he saw his employer do that. 'Oh, no. Please don't let me be next.' Vegeta wiped his hands together. "That's that." Turning he saw the clerk peeking his head out from behind the counter. "Uh, don't say anything to my wife. There'll be a raise in this week's paycheck for you if you don't."
The clerk stood and smiled. "I didn't see a thing, Mr. Brief. The clown never showed."
Vegeta smirked. "Good. You're getting a raise, Son."
"Thanks." Vegeta walked out of the lobby and toward the elevator, proud at what he had just done.
Bulma was standing in the room next to the phone tapping her foot. "Where is that phone call? That stupid clown was supposed to be here ten minutes ago." The door to the room opened and Vegeta walked in. Bulma turned around and smiled at her husband. "Hi, Bulma." "Hi, sweetie. Listen, did you get a call of any sort from the front desk?"
"Yes." "Did they say who was here?"
Vegeta gulped. "No."
Bulma stepped up to Vegeta and looked at him. "You look me straight in the eye and tell me that nobody showed up in that lobby downstairs."
"Nobody showed up in the--Kami your eyes are huge!"
Bulma growled. "VEGETA!" "Okay! That stupid clown came, but he couldn't make it."
"Why not?" He gulped. With what he hoped no pun intended he replied, "He had to part."
"Oh no. Why?"
"Because, well..." He scratched the back of his head. "Vegeta, what did you do to him?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes into the back of his head. "I didn't like him. He was a mole for a clown army so I Super Galik Gunned him."
"YOU WHAT?!" Bulma shouted.
Vegeta looked down at his feet, they were suddenly interested. "Sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Vegeta! You killed an innocent clown? How dare you!"
"He was a mole!"
"What?"
"HE WAS A CLOWN MOLE! HE WAS TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO I WAS AND WHERE I WAS! THE CLOWNS FOUND ME SO THEY SENT HIM IN TO ACT AS THE MOLE TO GET MY FAMILY'S TRUST AND THEN HE WOULD TELL THE OTHER CLOWNS SO THE WHOLE ENTIRE ARMY WILL COME AND EAT ME!" He said it all quickly with one single breath. Bulma's eyes went wide. "Oooo-kayyy. Um, well, we need to get another clown then."
"NO MORE CLOWNS!" "Fine! We won't find another clown!" She smiled. "You'll be the clown!"
"WHAT?!"
"You destroyed our famous clown, so you can be the replacement!"
"EEWWWWWW! No, I don't want to become a clown. Please, Bulma. Please don't make me suffer, baby. Please, don't!" "You are. You wait right here, Vegeta. And don't even think about trying to escape from me. Because wherever you go, I will find you. And when I find you...." She trailed off and smiled. "Stay here."
Vegeta whimpered. He did not like what was going on.
Bulma walked back into the room holding a capsule in her hand. "Here." She handed it to Vegeta.
"What's this?"
"There's different kinds of outfits in here. There should be a clown costume in there some where. Keep pressing the button until you get it on." Vegeta opened his mouth but she stopped him. "Don't even think about arguing with me. Do it now." And she left the room.
Vegeta sighed and looked at the capsule. "If I do this, and I get the clown costume on, will I become one of the clowns? Become part of the clown army! Try to cannabilize myself?! AH! No! I can't!" He was about to put down the capsule, but remembered his son. He was hoping for a clown wasn't he? "I'll do this for Trunks, but I am not making any promises that I will be a good clown." He pressed the button. Different outfits came up. There was a cowboy. A policemen. (A/N: There you go, Courtney! DROOL) A firefighter. A biker. A pilot. A ballerina. A dancer. A showgirl. A pumpkin. Vegeta was beginnin to become very frustrated.
Bulma decided to come in and see how Vegeta was doing. She opened the door to the room and laughed. Vegeta turned around facing his onna. "What's so funny?" He asked. Looking down, he saw he was wearing Goku's outfit. "OH, NO! I'm wearing Kakarot's out of date clothes! AH! Help me! This is a nightmare!" He tried pressing the capsule button again, but nothing would change. "You (growl) worthless (roar) hunk (whack) of (bang) metal! (bang) WORK!" He pushed the button one more time and it finally changed. The clown costume was next. His hair had changed in a pinkish color. His face was painted white with a pink smile on his face with a red nose and blue eyes sticking out. He was wearing the same clothes as the other clown, big at the waist and big shoes on his feet. Yep. He was ready to go out and humiliate himself for other people's pleasure.
Vegeta had walked outside and the kids cheered. He growled to himself. 'Get onna back later! Revenge! So sweet!' He waved to the kids and began to do some stuff. He had lots of trouble on the balloon animals. Everytime he put one together, it would pop because he would be squishing it while thinking of how embarrassed he was. Trunks and the kids were laughing though. They were laughing at him. All of them thought he was funny. A smile appeared on his face knowing that he was spreading joy into little kids' hearts. A warm feeling went through him. The jokes were very pathetic even though he confused the kids so many times. But the parents just thought he was just being a fool as he was hired to be. Then came with the magic tricks. Vegeta kept pulling out tons of hankies from one pocket. A little kid actually wondered if his pants could fill up with something liquidy. He decided to try his little experiment. While Vegeta wasn't looking, the kid had brought a bucket of ice water over to Vegeta. Pulling out Vegeta's waist band o fthe pants, the kid poured it in. Vegeta yelped and began doing some funny dances. Bulma was laughing as well. Goku was standing nearby with Chichi laughing to their hearts content. It was funny. Vegeta was really being very funny.
The end of the day was finally coming near. And Vegeta the clown wanted to retire. One of the parents was beginning to talk to Bulma. A young girl named Matami was at her side. "Bulma, that was one funny party. Vegeta was excellent."
Bulma was surprised. "How'd you know it was Vegeta?" The woman shrugged. "Because of the way he was acting. No clown would act as arrogant as he would."
"Yeah. That's my Prince."
Vegeta the Clown stepped forward and waved to the woman. "Hello."
"Hey, Vegeta. Excellent work with the kids today. Bulma told me the clown didn't show. It was really nice of you to do this for your son."
Vegeta was suprised. Bulma had told this woman a lie! A lie! HAHA! He loved this woman. "Yes. I love Trunks. I wanted to make him happy. No son of mine is going to be disappointed on his birthday."
"I guess not."
Matami, the little girl, pulled on Vegeta's pant leg. Vegeta looked down. "Mr. Brief, good job."
"Thank you, Matami."
"Can you do my party next?" Vegeta was surprised.
"Uh, well, I really ca--" Bulma cut him off.
"He would love to, Matami." Vegeta glared at her. "Cool! I can't wait. Mr. Brief, you are very funny. Even though sometimes Mommy and Mrs. Brief calls you a painty-haired old man, a midget and an arrogant jerk with an attitude problem. And those must be your good qualitites." She giggled.
Vegeta glared at the two women who just shrugged. He growled.
THE END
Well, I hope you all enjoyed that one. Not as long as I thought it would be, but cute and funny enough, right? Well, I have to go now. Gotta get to bed because I am so darn tired! It is almost ten o'clock! BYE BYE! Was this funny enough, Court! I hope so!
Kyatoz,
Laura