DAY 6
GOKU:
Only 1 more day to go. I think he could actually make it. Well, probably not, but hey you know, there's still hope.
Right now, he's muttering 'I'm an honorary kiwi.' over and over again.
I was just sure I would be the first to saying that. After about 2 hours of the kiwi thing, Bulma told him he couldn't come home until he 'saned up'.
I had to drive him to my house, because he refused to fly on his own. Yeah, I kind of hit stuff. And I got lost, once or twice… or several… times.
Now I have to watch him while Chichi's at the grocery store and Goten is at school.
I build him a fort to keep him occupied, but then he deiced that he was in the Grand Canyon and there was a rock slid that killed him and now he haunts my house as an honorary ghost kiwi.
And he's been running around screaming that for about three hours now. I'm trying to watch TV, but he keeps running in front of it saying 'Guess what?' and when I say what, he says 'I'm an honorary ghost kiwi!'
So then I had to go out, buy some chains, tie him to the couch, gag him, and then tell him to watch TV quietly.
I put on Happy Day's and so he was quiet for a while.
Then I went to call the psychiatrist. The woman at the front desk told me he had been on vacation for three days, even though I had just seem him yesterday!
I turned back around to the couch to tell Vegeta he had to stay insane, but he was gone. I found the chains on the floor.
I grabbed my coat, ran into the front yard and started calling his name in the freezing attic winds…
Then I realized that it was 80 degrees out. So I went back inside and took off my coat, sat in front of the fireplace, read a book, and drank a cup of warm tea.
Then I realized the fire wasn't lit, I was reading a comic book in German my tea was iced, and that Vegeta was still gone!
I ran back outside and search for another agonizing five minutes!
After that I ran back inside, and dialed 911.
A man picked up. "Hello, 911, how can I help you?"
I was about to respond, when I saw Vegeta just standing outside staring at me through the window from the back yard.
"Oh." I said and hung up the phone. "What are you staring at?" I asked.
He pointed to the fruit bowl on the table.
I looked at it, grabbed a kiwi and threw it outside, expecting him to ketch it.
Inside, it rolled into the pond.
Vegeta just stared at it for a moment, his face not changing. "Gasp! My kiwi!" then he ran over to the pound and stood there for a minute. "I have to save it!" then he stood there for another few minutes.
"Are you going to do something?"
"I'm pausing for drama." He whispered. "I'll save you!" he leapt into the water and came back out with his fruit.
"Ahhh!" he screamed. "Fish are attacking me!"
"Actually, those are leaches." I told him.
"Same thing. Ahhh!" he pulled himself out of the pond, and I saw how many were actually on him. He was covered in them, they were on his arms, his legs, his face, everywhere!
He ran inside and dialed his home phone number. "Omigosh! Bulma, Goku took me to his house, and then me made me a fort, and then I broke the fort, and then there was a kiwi and I fell into the pound and now I'm covered with leaches!" he cried quickly. Then he calmed, and said, "And leaches are also covered with GERMS!!!!"
Bulma was silent for a moment. "Well, that's great, but you need to come get your duck because the boys are-"
Vegeta abruptly dropped the phone and ran out of the house.
BULMA:
"And the boys are-" I heard something drop, and said, "Vegeta? Are you okay?"
"No, because Prince Wilston IV is in danger!" he yelled.
"He's not in eminent danger, hon, he's just…"
"Then why did I run all the way over here?!" he asked. I turned around and he was standing right behind me. I shrugged and hung up the phone. "What are they doing to him?!"
I pointed to the window.
"Now, Wilston, don't move. Or this arrow will go right through your heart."
"Wilston!" he screamed and raced outside. He found that the boys had tied the poor thing to a dartboard and were aiming for the apple on his head with arrows.
"Noooo!!!" Vegeta jumped in front of the arrow, just in time for it to hit him in the head. It turned out to just be an arrow that stuck to you when it hit you. Only, the boys had lined it with supper glue.
Vegeta sat up and rubbed his forehead. He pulled on the arrow, but it held fast. He tugged on it with all he had, and it finally popped off, leaving a big red mark on his forehead.
He yelled in pain, and then was after the boys in a second.
I heard them screaming from outside. It was then that I realized I probably shouldn't have taken away his gloves.
When Vegeta came back, he had Wilston with him. He walked past me and into the bathroom were he closed the door. A minute later, the bathtub went on. Vegeta walked back out and onto the couch. He didn't even bother to wash his hands. I had taken all the soap away, so there was no way he could.
We watched a movie, and then fell asleep.
About an hour later, I woke up, but Vegeta was still sleeping.
I went to the bathroom, and pulled open the door. Wilston spilled out into the hallways along with about 30 gallons of water.
The bathtub was still running.
"Vegeta!" I shrieked.
He jumped and ran over to where I was. "What?"
"You left the water on!"
He shrugged. "Is that all? I'm going back to bed."
I trudged into the water and turned it off. I was heading back, when I heard something crack. My eyes widened. The floor was breaking!
I scrambled back into the hallway, making it just before the bathroom floor fell onto the first floor.
I could see the kitchen clearly from the second floor. "Veeeggggeeetaaa!"
He came over again, and then saw the floor. "Uh, I didn't do it!" then he ran off down the hall. He came back though, grabbed Wilston, and then went back.
I called for a repairman, and he said it would take a week to fix.
In the mean time, I had Vegeta clean up all the water. Of course he refused to touch the mop before I sterilized it, and he wouldn't stand in the kitchen until he got knee high rubbed boots. He also wanted a bag a red Gummy Bears, but I told him to forget about it.
As I watched him mop up all the water, witch he wasn't very good at, I got to thinking that maybe I should give him his gloves back. He just wasn't Vegeta without them. He was some nutso germ freak with no life except to battle bacteria all day. He was a weirdo. And he would die a weirdo. But he was my weirdo.
"Why are you talking to yourself?" Vegeta asked.
I hadn't been aware I was talking out loud.
"I'm not a weirdo, Bulma, I'm just very different." He said defiantly.
After all the water was cleaned up, Vegeta wondered off again. I should have been watching him, but I didn't think to at the time. I just figured he would be okay.
When I found him, he was in our bedroom, covering it all in plastic. Where he got all that plastic from, I don't know.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm germ proofing the room!"
"You know that's not going to work, right?" I asked.
He ignored me though.
Wilston waddled by in the hallway.
"You know, your going to have to set him free eventually." I said.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you! We can sell him to the NASA program for kids!" he told me.
"What? Why would NASA want a duck?"
"Duck? Wait, are we talking about the same person here?" he asked, turning around from his plastic.
"Wilston?"
"I thought we were talking about Trunks!" I rolled my eyes. "But, I like Wilston. He's not as annoying."
"He's a wild animal. You have to bring it back to the pond so he can be with all the other ducks." I said with a sympathetic look.
"But, he's so cool and furry!"
"I think you're a little confused, but yes he is very cool. Not many people can say that a duck thought they were its mother for a week."
He sulked for a moment. "Alright. I'll let him go. When he gets older!"
"Alright, he can stay until he gets older. Then you have to set him free, Vegeta. You can't keep him here forever."
VEGETA:
Then I thought, hey, there is a way to keep him!
I ran out of the room, and into Bra's. "Guess what you're going to do."
"What?" she asked.
"You are going to marry Prince Wilston IV."
"I get to marry a prince? Cool! Is he cute?"
"Well, he's a bit on the short side, and he tends to steel the conversation all the time."
"So he's like you?"
I shrugged and pulled Wilston out from behind my back.
"What?! You want me to marry your stupid duck?!"
"Only so he can stay in the family! I can't have him marry Trunks, cause he's not a homosexual!" I cried.
Her mouth dropped. "Why can't he stay in the family?"
"Because mom wants me to set him free! I wanna keep him forever! And ever, and ever, and ever, and ev-"
"Okay dad, stop! I got it!"
"So, will you marry my duck?" I asked.
"No. If he's already part of the family, that would be disgusting! Plus he's not anything close to a human."
"You wanna marry a human as well? My grandkids are going to be so weak. But he'll be a very loving husband!" I told her.
" I really, don't care! I'm not marrying that duck, get out of my room!"
Then she started to throw things at me. So I left, and went to find Pan.
I knocked on Gohan's door. His daughter opened it and gave me a funny look.
I offered her Wilston. "Will you marry him?"
"What?! I'm not marrying your chicken!"
"Not a chicken! He's a duck!"
"I don't care what he is, I'm marrying him!" Pan cried.
"But he's lonesome."
"But I don't want to have freakish duck babies! Dad! Vegeta's here and he's trying to marry me to his duck!"
"Go home Vegeta! You need some rest!" Gohan yelled from somewhere inside.
"But I need someone to marry him if I wanna keep him!"
"Go home!" Pan said. "Dad, he's not leaving!"
"Don't worry, honey. He's just temporarily insane."
I frowned, and kicked her in the shin lightly, and ran away, Wilston down my shirt.
I went all the way to Kame-house. Krillin was there with his brat. I showed her the duck. "Marry him." I said in a demanding tone.
"What?!" She asked, cocking her said to one side.
"Marry Wilston so I don't have to set him free!" I whined.
"But, I don't wanna marry a duck! I wanna marry a boy!" She stuttered.
"Oh, you do not! Boys smell really bad, and they never put gas back in the car! I know, I have Trunks. Wilston, is waterproof! That's way better!"
She gave me a funny look, and started to walk away.
"Wait!" I said chasing after her. "I need you to help me!"
"My dad says that I have to marry people." She answered.
"Well, that's just races. If you want to marry Trunks, then that's never going to happen. He's an ape, you know!"
"You're mean!" she said and stalked inside. She shut the door and left me outside.
I went back to the city and landed on the sidewalk. There were many girls around, but none of them seemed like they really wanted to marry Wilston.
Then I came across a girl with wacky hair, a backward tie-dye shirt, and bright purple pants.
I showed her Wilston and asked her to marry him.
"Um, sure! I'll marry your duck!" she said and held him while she rubbed her face on him. "He's adorable!"
I smiled triumphantly. "Finally! I found a taker! Now come on!" I grabbed her hand and took her back to Capsule Corp.
I burst in through the door. "I found someone!"
Bulma came into the room. "Yeah, Vegeta, a lot of people are outside. They are all someone's."
"No! I mean, I found someone to marry Wilston! She said that she would!" I pointed to the girl.
"You can't just have a stranger off the street come and marry your duck! That's crazy!" Bulma told me.
The girl, witch looked way too old for Wilston, spoke up. "My name is Jenny,"
"See? We know her already!" I threw my arm around her, and she grinned.
Bulma's face fell. "Jenny, I'm sure you're a nice girl and all, but Wilston is a duck, and my husband is, well, psychologically insane."
Jenny blinked. "But, I've already married a tree, a rock, and a skyscraper!"
Oh. So the girl was a nutcase. You can't marry a rock! That's ridiculous! I grabbed her by the arm and began to drag her outside were I locked her out.
She blinked at the door slowly, and walked off when she go distracted by a truck.
Later that day, I held additions to find Wilston the perfect wife.
"And why would you be a good wife?" I asked one woman.
"Well, I can cook, clean and I can lap dance!" she cried giddily.
I slowly blinked. "Uh, thanks. Don't bother calling my people, because we won't call you back. Next!"
The next person to walk in was a beautiful woman with bright blue hair and ocean eyes. She had a frown on her pouty lips and her eyebrows were knitted together.
"Vegeta!" Wow! She even knows my name! "What are you doing?"
"And what's your name?" I asked.
She blinked. "I'm Bulma! Your wife!"
I stared at her for a moment. "Bulma, you can't be married to me, and to Wilston. You have to choose one of us."
She grit her teeth. "What are you doing, and who are all these women?!"
I looked around at the ten women there stood around the room. They were all beautiful, except for the one that was obviously a man.
"They are here to see if they have what it takes to become a good wife for Wilston." I answered.
She seemed to be mad, because she started yelling. "Get them out of here, now!"
After everyone had gone, she looked me in the eye. "Vegeta, you have to stop this. You are being insane. I know you really want your gloves back…"
"Gloves?" I asked. I had completely forgotten about my gloves in my haste to find Wilston a wife.
"You forgot about them?" she asked. "Hey! That means your cured!" I heard her say from down the hall in the room I was in before I ran out to wash my hands.
Well, I did eventually find Wilston a wife, but I'll never tell who it is! Not until the wedding tomorrow! This is going to be so great! I get to be the best man, and he doesn't have to leave when he gets older! Life, is good.
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