I've got a surprise! I have absolutely nothing to write in this author note! It's so stunning. But Vegeta gets his powers back...soon. Very soon. Extrmely soon. Sooner then you'll imagine. Time to stop writing soon. Time to write the story...

(sigh)

(sighs again)

(Looks around suspiciously)

SOON SOON SOON!

Chapter Nine: Debbidroid

Bulma noticed Vegeta was using her tools a lot lately. And he always carried his shotgun with him. He was going to such extreme measures to keep it beside him, that one day he taped it to his side.

Vegeta was getting thinner, mainly due to the fact that he was pouring his Bulma made meals into the plant beside the table, which withered away everytime. Somehow, Bulma had brought it back to life, wondering why it always died.

"I DIE BECAUSE THAT POOR EXCUSE FOR A HUSBAND OF YOURS POURS YOUR MEALS IN ME!" the plant shouted, but unfortunately for it, Bulma didn't speak plant, and she put it back in the kitchen, beside the table. "FOOL! He'll kill me! He's out to get me! Or he's just getting rid of his dinner..."

But enough with the plant.

Vegeta secretly ordered pizza every Sunday to stop him from dropping dead from starvation. Wait, Wouldn't he die in days?

I'm confusing myself, so I'm getting back to the plot.

Bulma turned the T.V. on, but nothing happened. She pressed the on button again, but nothing happened. She opened the remote and saw the batteries gone. Bulma opened the T.V. and saw had no wires, chips or anything.

None of the other machines had parts except the robots (Vegeta liked them), the toaster (It attacks and eats anything that gets near it (see chapter six)) and the foot massager (That felt good on Vegeta's feet after he stole all the parts).

Why did Bulma know it was Vegeta? Because he dragged a sack of all that stuff into the garage.

"Soon Debbie," Vegeta said to the shotgun. He was using a welding torch, but his eyes were fire red since he wasn't using a welding mask. "Welding masks are for powerless wimps," Vegeta had always said. But he currently forgot that he was now a powerless wimp. So, his eyes payed the price.

'I'm going to see what he's up to,' Bulma thought.'And I might as well bring dinner.'She went to open the garage door, but it was locked. "Door unlock," she said, and the door unlocked.

She entered and threw the bowl of Floog at Vegeta. He caught it. "Eat that, now!" she ordered. Bulma picked up the spoon and thrust it in his mouth. Vegeta nearly choked when he swallowed. Then he fell down, for he swallowed the spoon.

"Woman, I'm going to show you that Debbie does live!" he said hoarsely when he got up. "Behold, Debbidroid!"

Bulma saw a giant robot with his shotgun for a head. It was poorly done, and the feet looked an awful lot like tank wheels. Vegeta picked up a plug coming from the robot's butt. It had 50 extensioncords attached to it, and when he plugged it in, the robot moved.

The robot looked around, and blasted down the garage door with its shotgun head. It went outside and turned around. "Target found," said a voice from the speaker it its armpit. It pointed the shotgun at Vegeta and fired. The bullet bounced off Vegeta, and the robot fell apart. Bulma had unpluged it.

"Well Vegeta, I hope you're happy. You've destroyed the garage and most electronics in our house," Bulma said angrily. "And you're going to fix them all- VEGETA ARE YOU HOVERING AWAY FROM ME!"

Vegeta was hovering away and stopped. "I guess I have my powers back?" he said.

"That's right. Floog absorbs the ratiation that kept you from using powers," Bulma said. "And I hope you get rid of you guns- VEGETA DON'T FLY AWAY WHEN I'M TALKING!"

Author: That's the end of my story. Yep. The end. It's over. Yep...Yep...Yep...Yep...Yep...Yep...Yep...Yep...Yep...

4hours later...

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