I was challenged by my ex-boyfriend to a little writing contest. I have been very lazy and unwilling to write for quite some time. He's trying to light a fire under my lazy butt, and I am grateful for that. I was thinking about some story ideas, and I was wondering what would happen if Goku and Vegeta went to cooking skool. And then I figured it would be weirder if Frieza were their teacher. Review and tell me what you think about it. flame me if you want; i don't care. just review!
Goku plopped down on a bed of leaves, slimy with sweat from his strenuous training. Gohan leaned over his father, smiling and wiping his damp forehead. Goku rolled over onto his stomach and stretched sleepily. His son had become a formidible opponent in the year he was gone.
Gohan sat quietly next to his father, relaxed for a minute, and stiffened suddenly. He could sense her, but his dad was asleep. There was no time for him to warn Goku of pure hell in the shape of a female about to descend on them.
A ball of ki rushed at Vegeta who dodged it effortlessly. He was having a very hard time not laughing at poor, stupid Kakkarot. Looked to the Saiyajin prince as if Kakkarot's mate was about to inform the idiot of her indignation.
Instantly, the ki ball took a rogue turn and rushed straight for Vegeta's head. He blasted it out of existence. He realized that speaking of angry women, that blue haired woman was on her way to see him. Vegeta sensed nothing happy in the way she felt. It was only a matter of seconds, but he prepared himself for the verbal shredding of his eardrums.
So what do you think so far? I know it's short, but it's 12:16. I have to wake up in less than six hours. Don't forget to R&R! And remember, flamers, welcome!
kaede-chan