Well, Vegeta cracked last chapter, and named his shotgun a human name. This next chapter, (cracks fingers) will be a pleasure.
Chapter Five: Definitely Coo-Coo
Bulma walked upstairs where she heard the shower running. 'That's odd,' she thought. 'Vegeta already had his monthly shower.'
She opened the door and saw Vegeta kneeling beside the shower with a facecloth and soap. He was cleaning his gun.
"How is that Debbie?" he said to the lifeless weapon. "A bit more? Alright."
Bulma slowly closed the door. He sounded a bit too psychotic to be faking it. She heard the shower turn off and footsteps. Bulma ran to the closest door and hid. She knew how Vegeta acted when he was eavesdropped on. Even though he had no powers, he still had a temper.
Bulma regretted her choice when it turned out she went in a closet. 'I hate being claustrophobic,' she said as the walls seemed to move. She began panting and leaned against the door. Then she fell backwards when the door was opened.
"What were you doing in the closet woman?" Vegeta said as he looked down at her.
"Nothing," Bulma replied, but she knew Vegeta could tell she was lying. She decided to change the subject. "Where's the gun?"
"Debbie? She's drying off."
The shotgun lay on the counter with a blow drier on beside it.
"I heard panting, so I opened the closet," Vegeta said. He turned around to see if his wife-I mean shotgun was ready.
Vegeta opened the door and saw Debbie was dry. "How are you Debbie?" he asked as he picked it up. The strain from loosing his powers finally broke out in the weapon store and he thought the shotgun was talking to him. It made an imaginary voice in his head.
"Myself?" Vegeta said. "Fine, I was wondering if you want to visit the weapon orphanage and get a brother." The imaginary voice replied. "Tuesday it is! And how about a mother, and a father, and an aunt, and you need a cousin…"
3:40 pm, Saturday…
Trunks looked through the kitchen from the doorway. Bulma was washing the dishes and in an open cupboard was his goal: the cookie tin. Bulma looked the opposite direction as Trunks tiptoed to it. He reached for it and…
"Don't even think about it," Bulma said without even looking. "Besides, I need you to pick up the mail."
"Doesn't dad usually do that?" Trunks asked.
"I'd send him but half an hour ago, I saw him conversing with shoes."
Vegeta walked into the kitchen holding a sandal near his face. He seemed to be in deep conversation.
"And what's the point of prostitutes?" he said to the sandal. "All that…"
He because out of hearing distance when Vegeta walked out the front door.
"I better get him inside before the neighbors see him," Bulma said as she walked after him.
Author:
That monthly shower thing was kind of, yuck. But it was funny, right? Right? Right…?
Fee: ya think!
Cir: ANYway, just so you know, Tuesday will be in two chapters. No, not the real Tuesday, the one in the story. Anyway, keep up the reviews!