BULMA:

I sat down in my lab and he sat next to me. "Vegeta, take off the gloves."

"Why?" he whined loudly.

"Because it's unhealthy." I answered.

"How? If anything, it's making me less likely to get sick." He answered.

"Not physically, mentally."

"Well, how cares about the mentally things?" he asked rolling his eyes.

"Take them off!" I yelled.

"What do I get out of this?" he whined.

"If you don't wear your gloves for one week, then I'll… Huh… I'll never make you eat my cooking again."

"Yes!" He cried standing up slightly and raising his fist in the air. "There is a God!"

"My cooking isn't that bad!" I cried.

"Remember last Sunday?"

Flashback

Bra: Dad, my waffle is eating my fork….

Trunks: That's nothing! My waffle's eating the table! Again!

Vegeta: No it's mine! Battling the waffle over a bagel Back I say! It's mine! You foul beast!

Waffle: Breaths fire

Vegeta: Lets go of bagel Fine, you can have it.

Waffle: sprays out stuff to liquefy it then sucks it up hisses

Trunks: That's not what normal waffles do…

Vegeta: No. No they don't.

Bra: You all will die! Stabbing at four of them with another fork

End of Flashback

"And then-"

"All right! Stop with remembering! There's only one flashback per chapter."

"Wha?" he asked. "What were we talking about again?"

"Uh, your gloves?"

"Oh yeah. They're very nice." Then he started to walk off.

"Vegeta get back here!" I followed him to the kitchen were he sat at the table and pouted.

"This is how I lost my bagel…" he muttered.

"What? Anyway, the gloves." I said.

"Yes, I know they are nice." He said rubbing them.

"Take them off."

"…No."

"Take them of!"
"Noooo…..!"

"Remember, no cooking." I told him. He squirmed for a moment and whined.

"Oh fine! I'll do it. But not for you, woman. This is for the all bagels that dream! Dream of a world without rabid waffles out to take their lives and the lives of there loved ones…"

He said more, but then I noticed that he was half way out of the room as he continued babbling nonsense.

"Vegeta! Get back here!" I cried and pulled him back into the room. "Off!"

He sat down and whined as he slowly removed them. "Ew! Air! Germs! Ew! EW!!"

"Oh you whiner!" I cried and took the gloves out of his sight. "So that's what your hands look like." They were very pale and clammy looking.

His hand slowly ventured to the gloves in my hand. "Vegeta! Down!"

He pouted.

I took hold of his hand, and he squirmed again. "Ew…. Ew… Ew… Germs!" he pulled away and ran to the sink to wash his hands.

"Vegeta you can last for more then 2 minutes without your gloves."

"I guess so… But look!" He held up his perfectly still hand. "I'm getting the shakes!"
I rolled my eyes and took the gloves to put them in another room.

I was in another room when I heard someone screaming at the top of their lungs.

I came back in the kitchen to find Vegeta with his arms crossed and screaming his brains out. "Vegeta!" I yelled at him, when he didn't stop, I slapped him.

He was suddenly silent. "Thanks, Bulma, I needed that. BUT NOW I'VE GOT YOUR GERMS!" he ran back over to he sink.

"Wait, did you just call me Bulma? And did you just say 'thanks'?"

He paused for a moment before he yelled, "It's the gloves! They're the source of my personality! I need them back or I'll be all different!"

"No, no gloves. Don't need them."

'Good grief. He is a wreck without them.' I thought with a roll of my eyes.

Vegeta furiously scrubbed his hands and muttered something about my germs and that the world should be cleaner.

"Okay, you call the kids and I'll make breakfast." I kissed him on the cheek, which caused him to run to the sink, again. But he did call them.

"TRUNKS! BRA!! BREAKFAST!!!" then he sat down and stared at his hands.

The kids walked in and stared at him with astonishment. "You called us by our actual names!" Trunks said with his mouth agape.

"It's the sign of the apocalypse! Everyone! Run!" Bra screamed and almost ran off, but Trunks stopped her.

"See Bulma! Source of personality!" he cried. "Oh! I did it again!" he pounded his fist on the table, but quickly pulled them off and ran to the sink.

Trunks and Bra sat down with confused looks. They stared at Vegeta as he came back to the table.

"I'm making him go a week without wearing his gloves and he isn't liking it." I told them and set down some waffles. I sat down next to Trunks.

They all back away suddenly.

"Relax! They're frozen waffles! I just toasted them." I said with a pout.

They scooted back in and began to eat. Well, the kids did. Vegeta just sat there, staring at them with disgust.

"Something wrong?" Trunks asked through a mouthful of waffle.

"Did you two even wash your hands before you started eating?" they both stared at him and shrugged. "Eww…" he shuttered.

I knew he was hungry, but I wasn't going to feed him. He'd have to touch the food sometime.

His hand ventured near the food, but then was quickly pulled back when I scooted the plate toured him. He idly placed one finger on a waffle to grab one, but then bolted to his feet and ran to the skin.

"What is that, the 9th time you washed your hands?" I asked.

"Actually, it's only the 5th." He shook off the excess water on his hands and took a fork. He washed it with antibacterial soap and then began to eat some of the waffles.

'Drat. My plan didn't work. For dinner, I'll make something he'll have to touch if he wants to eat it.' I thought and smiled menacingly.

For the whole morning, he didn't touch anything or anyone. When the kids left to go hang out with their friends, I went to my lab after making sure he had no gloves he was hiding somewhere.

VEGETA:

This was driving me crazy. I hadn't taken off my gloves since I was ten. And even then I didn't like it. I needed them back.

But, if I got them back, the woman would have won. No, I can make it for one week. It can't be that hard.

I didn't realize I was rocking slightly back and forth from the couch I was on. I set my hands down on my lap, but then quickly pulled them back and ran to the kitchen sink.

After about an hour of trying not to touch things, Bra and Pan came in from playing outside. In the mud. With all the germs.

"Hello Mr. Vegeta. How's life been treating you?" Pan asked sitting in the armchair next to the couch. She took off her headband and shook her head to get some of the dried mud out. I shuttered as one piece almost hit me.

Bra did worst. She actually sat next to me and took hold of my hand. "1, 2, 3, 4! I declare a thumb war!" then she deiced to battle my still thumb.

I almost vomited. I pulled away and went once again, back to the sink to get all the germs off.

"What was that all about?" I heard Pan say.

"I don't know, he's weird." Bra answered. Then I heard them leave the room. I, of course, couldn't go back there where they had smeared they germs all over everything. So, I went to mine and Bulma's room.

It was nice and clean there. No dirty clothes, no muddy children. I relaxed and lay on the bed, careful to keep my hands off the fabric and where I could see them.

This had been very tiring, trying to keep my hands clean. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

I dreamed of a germ free world were children stayed out of the mud, women carried around antibacterial and baby's weren't one big germ.

Then, I suddenly woke up. I didn't figure out why, until I looked down at the cover that was on top of me. Then noticed Bulma walking out of the room.

I bolted up, "Ahhhhh!!!! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!!!" I ran out of the room and into the bathroom, but to my horror, there was no antibacterial soap!!

I screamed again and ran to the other bathroom down the hall. Trunks' bathroom. I peeked inside, but I couldn't bring myself to venture in.

There were dirty clothes as far as the eye could. Shampoo caked the walls! I leaned in farther, and to my horror, the soap was in the toilet! And it wasn't even flushed!!!!!!

I screamed again and ran downstairs to Bra's bathroom. I knew she was cleaner then Trunks, well, a pig is cleaner then Trunks.

When I get there, every was perfectly in order. All the clothes were in the hamper, and the shampoo was actually in the bottle. But… the soap was no where to be found!!

There were a few more bathrooms in the house, but I figured if the soap was gone from the main bathrooms, then I'd most likely not find any in the others.

So, what I did, and I'm not proud of this, I sat in Bar's bath tube and rocked back and forth for about a half an hour, screaming every once in a while.

Eventually, Bulma came into the room, and said, "Good God, what are you doing now?"

"There-there's no more soap!!!" I cried loudly. "Nowhere!!!"

The kids walked in, all of them staring at me. Bulma turned to them and gave them each a few hundred dollars. "Go entertain yourselves." She told them as she pushed them out of the room.

"What's up with dad?" Bra asked.

"Your fathers' gone crazy. Again." She answered.

Trunks scoffed, "And on the first day too!"

"What do you mean?" Goten asked.

"Uh, mom took away dad's gloves. And this is the first time he took them off in 20 years." Bra said.

"29 years and three days!" I called from the bathroom.

"Here's a few more 20's now move, move, move!" Bulma cried and they all scattered in different directions. "Vegeta! Get out of Bra's bathroom!"

"Get me soap and I'll leave!"

"You can't live the rest of your life completely germ free!"

"Sure I can! Just let me live in a bubble!" I said.

"You'll never be able to train, or be with you family, or spar with Goku ever again!" she said with annoyance.

"Screw my family! And if you make it big enough, then I can train!"

"But Goku won't want to come into your bubble!" she argued.

"If I lour him with food he will!" I shot back.

"He's not stupid enough to do that!"

"You'd be surprised. One time I told him Saiyans could breath underwater. And he believed me."

"So that's why he was in the hospital all that time…" she mused.

"You're welcome." I said with a smirk and put my hands behind my head. "EW! Hair gel! I need soap! And that bubble your gonna make me!"

"I'm not going to make you bubble to live in!" she cried.

"Why not?" I whined and looked at her.

"Because… oh fine. I'll make your stupid plastic bubble."

"You will?" I said hopefully.

" Yes. Now all you have to do is one thing, for me tomorrow…" she sounded too evil just then. But sadly, at the time, I didn't notice.

Author's note- Turn in tomorrow, or whenever I post the next one, to find out what he has to do! Will Vegeta last the whole week? Probably not, but you know, he might. Will he been insane by the end? Most likely.

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