BULMA:
It was morning, the sun was shining into my bedroom and washing over my face. I snuggled in closer to Vegeta, who almost never moved while he slept. He would lay down, and then not move all night.
Then I had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea. A Party. We could have a party. That would test how much Vegeta actually had gotten over his little, problem.
I sat up slowly, knowing that he was already awake and pretending to be asleep. Prince Wilston IV was sitting on his chest still sleeping.
I was halfway out of the room when Vegeta's voice rang out. "Bulma, where are you going?"
He sat up, knocking Wilston onto the floor. He peeped and stood up, waddling back over to the bed were Vegeta stepped out of.
I laughed nervously, "No where. I'm just going to…. Water the… cat!" I cried quickly.
"Oh, okay." He stated and flopped back onto the bed.
Wilston continued to peep until Vegeta saw back up, pulled him back onto the bed with the blanket and set him on his chest.
I shook my head and began to plan the party.
About five hours later, it was all ready. All the decorations were up, Trunks and Bra were dressed and ready to go, and Wilston had just had a bath.
Vegeta, on the other hand, refused to come out of our room. He said that he refused to until I hooked up a decontamination chamber for everyone in the world to stay in.
I had to threaten him with the statue again. You know, the one made of chocolate.
But he still didn't come out until I told him Wilston had to go back to the park were he belonged.
So, he sat, pouting on the couch with a frown on his face. Wilston sat on his head to keep him company. It seemed to me, that as long as nothing touched his hands, he was fine. Well, aside from something so horribly germy touching him he was fine.
Soon, people started to show up. First, it was Goku, Chichi and Goten.
Goten and Trunks ran off to do whatever they wanted, as Bra stayed in the living room to wait for Pan.
Goku sat on the couch next to Vegeta. Then he blinked innocently. "Why's there a chicken on your head?"
Vegeta sighed, "He's not a chicken! He's a duck, and his name is Prince Wilston IV." Then he crossed his arms.
Soon after he said that, Goku began to pet the baby duck. "Aww… he's cute…. Hey, do you wanna spar?"
Vegeta shook his head. "No, there are to many germs outside."
Goku instantly grabbed his chest and flopped to the floor.
"He's going into cardiac arrest! Quick Dad, give him mouth to mouth!" Bra cried in panic.
Vegeta made a face that said, 'You have got to be kidding.' And Wilston peeped like it was the funniest thing he'd seen all day. And it probably was.
Goku slowly sat back onto the couch. "You-you don't want to s-spar?" he stuttered. "Are you Vegeta? Or are you another clone like last time?" he asked suspiciously.
Vegeta blinked, "No. I'm not a clone, but I still don't want to spar. Not until I get my gloves back."
Goku would have said more, but the doorbell rang again.
"I got it! I got it! I got it!" Bra cried, running to the door. But I was already there. I opened it right before she got there.
"Hi Gohan, hey Videl, hi Pan!" I greeted.
Bra pouted for about ten seconds, then forgot and ran off with Pan.
Gohan laughed as he followed me inside. Videl right behind him.
They both took a seat around the living room and began to chat with Vegeta and Goku.
Soon, more people began to show up. I broke my conversation with Chichi to see to the door. And to my surprise, it was Piccolo and Dende.
"Wow, I didn't think you guys would show up." I said cheerfully.
Piccolo grunted and walked inside. Dende stayed to chat with me more.
VEGETA:
Germs! There were so many people here, and they were all covered in GERMS!!
Piccolo stood by the wall and closed his eyes.
"Piccolo! You made it!" Gohan cried. "So, what made you come?"
He cleared his throat. "My cable went out." He said in a dark threatening voice. We all stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. He didn't say anything, just watched us laugh.
"Are you done?" he asked after a moment.
The party went on, more people showing up by the minute. Just when I thought there was no one else that could come, more popped up.
"Okay everyone, go ahead and mingle." Bulma stated and everyone stopped talking for a moment, then started again.
"Mingle, mingle, mingle." Goku said over and over again. "Mingle, mingle, mingle, mingle…"
"You don't know what mingle means, do you?" I asked after he'd said it for the tenth time.
He shook his head sheepishly.
"I figured."
Tien walked in and looked right at me. I guess having three eyes would make you kind of good at seeing. "Why is there a chicken on your head?" he asked pointing to Wilston.
"Yeah, I wondered that too." Piccolo said, and Gohan nodded.
I fumed. "Not a chicken! Duck!" I know I sounded like a mad man, but I didn't care. I was protecting the prince's honor.
"That's Prince Wilston IV." Goku explained.
"Wilston?" Gohan asked.
I nodded stiffly and sat back onto the couch. Wilston jumped off my head and landed on the back of the couch. He swayed back and for a moment, before he fell of behind it.
"Wilston!" I yelled at him. "Get back up here, right now!"
He peeped happily and waddled under the sofa.
I tore the couch back, and tried to grab him, but the dust bunnies! Oh, the dust bunnies!! They were everywhere! I couldn't just reach back there and grab him!
I needed something to protect me.
I needed my gloves! I looked over at Bulma, silently pleading for my gloves, but she shook her head in protest.
I groaned and reached back behind the couch. It was so germy and… Eww!!!
I finally was able to pull him out, and he sneezed.
"What was that about?" Tien asked cocking is head.
"He ran under the couch, so I had to get him. And, now after I have been through so much to keep clean, I am covered in GERMS!!!!"
Then I ran off to the sink in the other room.
GOKU:
I would have never thought Vegeta would be afraid of germs. I would have thought it'd be something like giant 50-foot spiders or something like that! But germs?
Even OOLONG isn't afraid of germs. Or is he?
Anyway, I didn't think anything about his gloves before, just that he thought they were cool. Or 'wicked awesome' as Goten put it.
I saw Vegeta from a different angle, now. He was a very complex person.
"Why are you staring at me?" Vegeta asked not even looking at me.
He was staring blankly ahead, with Wilston tucked under his arm.
"Uh, nothing! Sorry!" I cried and turned back to my plate of food, then I remembered I already ate it all.
Wilston kept trying to peck things off Vegeta's plate, but he'd always stop him. "Here's a noodle. Be happy." He said handing it to the duckling with ate it rather quickly.
After dinner, everyone sat in the living room in an uncomfortable silence.
Well, Wilston kept peeping. But everyone else was silent.
Vegeta was a good distance from everyone, trying his best not to have any physical contact.
He set Wilston on the floor, and he quickly waddled over to the first person he saw. Which happened to be Piccolo.
Piccolo cocked his head, and the duck copied. He shorted, and the duck imitated him. He began to walk away, and Wilston followed.
"Vegeta! Make it go away!" he cried as he walked around the couch.
Wilston thought it was funny, and chased after him. After he was done with Piccolo, he moved on to 18. He seemed to have a knack for bothering people that need not be messed with.
"Get away from em, duck." She spat and crossed her arms.
He peeped and ran into her leg.
Vegeta sighed. "Wilston! Now you're contaminated, again! Go take a bath!" he said pointing down the hall.
Wilston looked down the hall, then took off running in the opposite direction.
Vegeta growled and chased after him.
Bulma glanced after him and the turned back to the people ahead of her. "Now that the crazy one is gone, who wants to play a game?"
We were about halfway through Scabble, when a deftly roar was heard though the house.
"What was that?" Piccolo asked letting go of his ears.
Bulma thought for a moment. Then yelled, "Trunks!!"
There was another roar, "What's going on?" Trunks called.
Bulma turned to him, looking at his head that was poking out from the door. "What? Something has happened and it isn't your fault?"
Trunks shrugged. "I know, I'm scared too."
Bulma turned and began to count us. "All of us are here, except…."
Vegeta and Wilston were right in the heart of the whole operation. They had deiced to release the dinosaurs that Dr. Brief kept as pets.
Bulma dragged Vegeta out of the room by his hands, him whining about contamination the whole time.
"Why is it that when you don't get your way, you have to break/maim/ and/or destroy something?" she growled.
"But, I didn't do it!" he protested. "Wilston will tell you what he saw! Him, and this chipmunk named Simon!" he said and held up a stuffed chipmunk.
Wilston began to squeak, and Simon just sat there.
"See? That's what happened! I told you I didn't do it!" Vegeta cried crossing his arms and almost crushing Wilston in the process.
Bulma turned to us, made the crazy sign with is her index finger and the rim of her ear, and then turned back to Vegeta as we all snickered.
She let u s through the garden, as she pulled Vegeta with.
He was babbling about something or other, when he suddenly yelled, "Pansy!" really loud.
Bulma turned to him, about to yell, when she saw he was pointing to a flower on the ground. "See? Pansy!" he thought this was hilarious, and in a way it was.
When Bulma finally sent us all home, I was sure Vegeta got the yelling of his life.
As we flew away, I heard her say, "Tomorrow, your not staying at this house! Your going to go wonder the Earth for a while!"
Then I heard nothing at all.
Author:
I don't know about you, but I didn't like it like the last ones. Oh well. Anyway review please, and sorry this took so long to post. I was abducted by aliens and sent into outer space in a miniskirt. AGAIN!
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