DAY 5

VEGETA:

Morning. Nothing to do but lay in bed and wonder when this nightmare would end. Bulma was hurting me, my lifestyle destroyed.

I can barely think, my head is buzzing from the constant reminder my gloves were gone.

Bulma walked into the room. "Are you ever going to get up?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

I looked at her, then slowly got up.

Wilston ran out from under the bed, coming to my aid. "There you are!" I cried and picked him up.

I had somehow lost him yesterday and spend almost all night looking for him. Then I just gave up and went to bed.

But now, he needed a bath because he was covered in dust from head to toe, which meant he was covered in GERMS!

I dropped him on the bed, wiping the dust on my shirt that came off on my hands.

I grabbed a towel from the hamper, and carried him to the bathroom.

Then I realized that was the towel I had used to dry off with after a shower two days ago. After I put Wilston in the tube, I went to wash my hands.

"Filthy…" I muttered as I got my hands wet. Then I saw there was no soap, again! So now, I had dirty hands, and a dirty duck and no way to clean either one.

I looked around for any substitute. There were none.

So, I just rinsed Wilston off with water, and my hands stayed dirty.

And I was okay with that.

…Who am I kidding? I went berserk. Screaming and yelling my lungs out, until my throat was raw. This was just not my day.

I went to get some breakfast, but we were having finger food.

Lots of toast with egg on top, and apples.

'She doing it on purpose…' I thought in horror as I saw the smirk on my wife's face. She was aware of everything so far she's put me through, and she was happy about it! I felt so betrayed just then.

Wilston seemed oblivious to my pain as he scared down some more of his egg. For a little think, he sure did eat.

Then, I went outside to just watch the clouds go by and wonder if I was ever going to get my gloves back.

I sighed in defeat. Life was so cruel.

Just then, I tripped on one of he kids' skates, and crashed to the ground.

'That was painful…' I thought and stood back up. There was blood all over my knee, and smeared over my hand.

Normally, I would have sneered and ignored it.

But now, without my gloves, it made me more consciences of the germs all around me. So, I ran to the house, intending to go to the bathroom, but stopped.

"I don't need soap! I can live with the germs!" I had only said that because I already knew there was no soap in that bathroom, and just to make me seem braver.

Bulma happened to be standing in the doorway, her mouth open in shock. She ran over to me, and hugged me. "I'm so proud of you! I can't believe you actually got over your obsession!"

I nodded stiffly then walked out of the house.

I walked past the gate, trying to stay as calm as I could. But, the minute I took to the air, I hissed in agitation.

"I'm all covered in germs now…" I continued to fly, until I saw a sign that said:

'Did you know that there is more pollution and germs in the air alone then anywhere on the Earth?'

I screamed shrilly and plowed tours the ground. I hit hard, not intending it to be that forceful.

I groaned, and stood back up. I was in the city still; the noisy, grubby DIRTY city.

I yelled as a piece of paper almost touched me. I had to get out of here. But where could I get that would be less germ-filled than here?

Then, a gleam came to my eyes. "Kakorot's house." Then I took off to the air again, not caring how germy it was.

GOKU:

I was fishing with Goten, when suddenly Vegeta dropped by.

"Hey, do you wanna go swimming?" I asked standing up in the freezing water.

He eyed me like I was going to bite him. "No." then he began to walk off, but I said,

"Please? It's a lot of fun!" He said nothing and continued on his way.

"What's the matter? Afraid of the germy water?" Goten teased from beside me. Vegeta stopped for only a moment and turned back around.

He glared at him and then started rambling on about something.

He was stalling, I knew it and Goten knew it.

I saw him glance to the side, and knew he was looking for something, anything, to interrupt him.

So instead, I reached forward and pulled him into the water.

He coughed from the sudden switch from breathing air, to breathing water. He wasn't too happy about that. He seemed to forget about his germaphobia for a moment, because all he could think of was revenge.

So, we had a water fight for about ten minutes, before Chi-chi came out and told us that Bulma had called.

This caused Vegeta to remember he was deathly afraid of germs and quickly bolted out of the water.

He ran inside, and answered the phone, still dripping wet, much to Chi-chi's dislike.

"Hello?" he asked while he wiped the water off his face.

"You forgot your duck. He keeps quaking and whining. He won't leave me alone! Get back here quick so he'll stop his jabbering!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He was just getting used to living with germs, and then she had to ruin it.

I figured he wasn't going home, because he came back outside with us.

"Kakorot, I need your…" he paused for a moment. "Help." The word was forced out of his mouth like he hadn't said it in a while.

I swear, a ray of heavenly light shone down from the sky as a choir began to sing 'Haliliula'.

"Sure Vegeta, what is it?"

"I need you to help me get rid of my germaphbia…"

Goten figured this was his time to leave, so he went into the house.

"Well, first thinks first. You have to get used to having germs on your hands. And the only way to get that done is to have, a mud fight!"

I took a handful and mud off the bank and threw it at him.

He tensed, "Not that way! Now I'm covered in germs!"

"That was the point!" I cried. "This is getting nowhere. Let's see… we could ask someone to help us. Hey! What about your physiatrist? He could help!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him off to the house to get changed.

. "I'm not going back to that quack! I'm not crazy! I'm not!!" he kept screaming all the way there.

"Of course your not." I replied. We reached the physiatrist lobby and waited for him to be un-busy.

There was a little kid there who was jumping up and down uncontrollably. The Mother seemed to be more interested in her magazine then her kid jumping up and down until he puked.

"Uh, hi." I said in a cheerful tone.

The kid just nodded and hopped in front of us.

"Why do you keep jumping?" Vegeta asked with an annoyed glance.

The kid slowed for a moment. "Because, if I stop jumping, I think I'll die!" then he started again.

We looked to the mother. "He's been doing that for three days. Even in his sleep!"

Vegeta turned back to the boy. "What are you on?!" The kid was starting to bug him, and I knew it. Soon he'd want to start blowing things up.

"Rydiln! (or however it's spelled) But we haven't figured out the dosage yet!" then he hopped off.

Vegeta gave me a look, and stood to leave. "Oh, no you don't!" I cried pulling him back down to his seat. "You're staying here, crazy!"

He frowned. "Not crazy!"

"Not crazy people speak in complete sentences." I answered. "Now sit still and down go any where."

"Mr. Brief, the doctor will see you now."

Vegeta sighed and started heading to the door. But at the last minute, he bolted to the exit. He would have made it too, had he not slipped on the freshly waxed floor and crashed into a support beam.

He groaned as I dragged him back into the doctor's office.

"Well, I see we meet again. How are you today?" the doctor asked.

Vegeta said nothing. He didn't move, he didn't speak. I don't even think he was breathing!

"Well, let's get started. How long have you been afraid of germs?"

And that's how it went. Vegeta did answer a few questions, and he was rather cooperative. But after the doctor asked one simple question, he went berserk.

"What caused you to fear germs so much?"

Vegeta paused for a moment. Then his jaw went slack.

"Vegeta?" I asked waving a hand in front of his face.

I could hear him growling lightly, it slowly getting louder. Then finally, it broke out into an ear-splitting scream, that echoed in his chest and was made louder in his throat. It sounded like the cried from when 18 broke his arm, or when the ice cream man cheated him out of his change.

Then he suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and resumed his yelling.

"What's going on?!" I asked the doctor, both of us coving our ears.

"This usually doesn't happen to a patient at stable as Vegeta, but sometimes a suppressed memory or a traumatic moment in someone's life will cause them to suddenly start screaming. This may go on for only a few minutes, or he may keep it up until he feels he's finished!" the doctor had to yell now because the screaming was getting louder by the minute.

"How long do think that will be?!" I asked coving my ears more.

"The longest it lasted in one woman was seven years!"

"Seven years?! He can't possibly keep this up for seven years!" I cried in horror.

"Judging by the way he keeps getting louder, I would say he could do this for a long time." then the doctor started to write something down. "My bill!" he handed it to me.

"$5,500?! That's outrageous!" I grabbed Vegeta and pulled him outside tours Capsule Corp.

On the way out, I heard that jumping kid say, "And he thought I was crazy!"

At Capsule Corp, I had to explain to Bulma why her husband was screaming, and where he had been all morning.

His chicken ran into the room. Bulma picked him up and held him in front of Vegeta. "Look, Vegeta! It's Prince Wilston IV! See? You can stop screaming now!"

He paused for a moment, distracted by Wilston. Bulma set the duck on his chest, and waited to see what happened.

"What was that about?" I asked him.

Then he seemed to remember what he was yelling about, and resumed. The screams racked him from the inside out. His voice hoarse, he kept at it until about dinnertime.

Bra walked in from upstairs. "Dad! You have to stop screaming! You've been doing this for six hours!"

Then, about ten minutes later, the screaming just stopped.

I ran into the room where they both where, to find that Bra had drugged him with Nyquil.

I looked at Bra wide-eyed. "I had to stop him somehow," she stated then walked out of the room.

I smacked myself in the head. "Great. When he wakes us, not only will he be mad, but he'll also be tired."

I looked over to where he supposed to be sleeping, to find the couch empty. Only Wilston was there cuddled up between the seat cushions.

I yelped as something ran past the hallway in the darkness.

"Vegeta?" I asked and found him in the kitchen. "I though you were asleep."

He was facing the fridge when he began saying nonsense. Stuff like, "The only way to kill a man, is to steal his fish. If that's true then when do fish live in the air? I don't know, but I do know that if you take off your sock and put pizza on it, it turns into coleslaw."

"What are you talking about?" I asked spinning him around to face me.

His eyes were closed, and he had a bit of peanut butter on the end of his nose. "You are still sleeping!"

Then he started talking nonsense again. "If 2 plus 2 is 22, then 6 times 6 is 100! And if that's true then 7time a bugilion, must equal toasty marshmallows!" he said marshmallows kind of funny, putting emphases on the 'ows' and flipping the 'L's.

"You stay here, and don't touch anything! I'm going to find Bulma to see if she can fix this mess!"

I ran out of the room to find her.

After about two minutes of looking, I slowed to a calmer walk then a frantic run. I pasted the kitchen again, and heard Vegeta say, "Ooh… cheesy wood… just how I like it, plain." Then he started gnawing on the back of the chair.

I sped up my pace again, util I came to the lab.

"Bulma! Vegeta's lost it!"

She opened the lab door and looked at me. "I already knew that. The screaming this kind of gave it away."

I shook my head, "No! He's shouting crazy things that don't make any senesce! He's eating your kitchen chair as we speak!"

Bulma cocked and eyebrow but followed me to kitchen. There was Vegeta, sitting there calmly like nothing was going on.

I could see the bite marks on the chair, so I knew he had indeed tried to eat it.

"I don't see anything wrong with him." Bulma waved a hand in front of him. "Other then the fact that he's still sleeping…"

"But! He was just chewing on the chair! He was talking about numbers times other numbers equals marshmallows! He… he…." I sighed in defeat.

Bulma smiled lightly in amusement then left the room.

The minute she did, Vegeta started to mutter incoherent things. I got out the words 'Master of Cards' and 'Apple juice with soy sauce'.

"Snap out of it!" I cried, snapping in front of his face.

He ignored it, and instead headed to the other room.

I followed him into the garden then out into the yard. There, he began some kind of strip routine, singing: 'I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy that it hurts...'

"Vegeta! Keep your clothes on!" I hissed in horror and forced him to put his shirt back on.

I pulled him back into the house, him stumbling all the way of his own feet.

By the end of the night, he had tried to take out all the pot and pans, fill them with glue and then put them back. He also got pretty far in coloring the TV screen all black to you couldn't see anything. Oh yeah, and when he flushed all the cooking oil down the toilet. When he turned all of his clothes around so they were facing backwards and inside out. And when I found him playing in the cinders from the fireplace. Also when he maple-syruped his hand to the doorknob, the blender, and the ceiling fan. Don't ask me how he managed that. But the weirdest of them all is when he was eating the onions like apples, while he drew faces on them.

Long story short, it was a very…interesting day. Well, he only has two more to go. I hope he can make it.

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