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Vegeta checks the gravity room to make sure that it's empty and quickly gets in, locking himself inside. However, he isn't in his training uniform. In fact he's in one of his most restrictive sets of clothing, not meant for fighting at all. So why is he in the GR if he isn't going to train? Simple.
To get away from Goku.
For the past two hours, the little saiyajin has done nothing but pull prank after prank after prank on him. Granted, Trunks and Goten would do the same thing, but he can handle Trunks' assaults. For crying out loud, his son has barely a third of his strength! But Goku is a different story entirely! The little 9 year old has the strength of his old adult form AND the ingenuity of a well experienced fighter. Combine that with the mind of a child and voila! You have Vegeta's worst nightmare.
Feeling safe, at least temporarily, Vegeta sits down on the smooth floor of the GR, too afraid (although he'll never admit it) to even turn on the GR for fear of attracting the attention of the younger saiyajin. So instead he just decides to contemplate Goku's latest prank.
It was nothing more than an extension of the classic bucket over the door trick. Only instead of water, or hot oil like Trunks would put sometimes, Goku had compressed enormous amounts of ki until they were made into nothing but hard spheres about the size of a tennis ball that would only explode on impact with another source of ki such as a person or an animal. And he put about ten of those in a bucket to be dumped on the ouji. And it worked.
The prank took out Vegeta and about half of the hallway with him. Bulma didn't find out yet, but much to the ouji's displeasure, she'll just dismiss it as boy's play. He couldn't believe how much leverage that his wife is giving to the little saiyajin. Now if HE was in charge of the little brat, measures of discipline were sure to be taken! Except for the fact that he's running from Goku as it is.
Vegeta grumbles to himself, "I can't believe that little gaki is making me run away from him! This is so humiliating! I shouldn't be hiding from a child! Then again only a fighting genius could have made those compressed ki-balls. I didn't know that you could do that with ki!" Then he adds darkly, "I bet that brat doesn't even realize what kind of formidable weapon he made with that baka child-like mind of his!"
Suddenly, he hears a small noise right behind him. Very similar to the sound a certain someone makes when using instant transmission. Vegeta freezes up and is almost too afraid to turn around. Okay, he's completely afraid to turn around. He says quietly, "Goku, that isn't you, is it?"
A high pitched voice pipes, "I dunno. Maybe." Vegeta groans. He can just see the impish grin on his chibified rival's face. He slowly turns to face his rival and to his relief sees Goku just sitting down on the floor behind him. Goku frowns, "Why are you in here if you aren't training?"
Vegeta growls, "To get some damned privacy. For the past two hours I've seen nothing but your baka grin on your baka face always mocking me! I'm sick of your damned pranks!"
Goku shrugs, "Ah well, I'm doing any more yet. It's kind of hard topping off the last one I did." He suddenly grins, "So I'm just going to bug you instead!"
The ouji shivers, {Kami, help me.} "Do you have any idea what the onna's going to do to you once she finds out what you've done to her house?"
At this, the little saiyajin just grins, "She's not going to do anything! I'm too kawaii! I could get away with murder and nobody would care!" Vegeta snorts derisively. Goku adds, "Anyway, she's probably worried about impressioning my very sensitive mind."
Vegeta frowns, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Goku points to his head and says, "My head's still suppose to be in development. Or that's what Bulma says. She doesn't want anything to happen to it that will affect my grown up mind forever and ever. So she's just letting me do whatever I want!"
A revolutionary statement for sure. Vegeta demands, "You mean I could be brainwashing you right now and not even know it?!"
Goku nods, "Uh huh!" He adds darkly, "But you better not try, or else Bulma will get REALLY mad at you." The ouji just humphs and turns away. Goku puffs up his cheeks, getting ticked off by the lack of attention. He crawls over in front of Vegeta and asks, "So, Veggie, since I'm immortal, can I be an elite now?"
"Of course not! You were born a third-class and you will STAY a third class! Even if you are an immortal one!"
The chibi warrior protests, "But you called me 'Prince Kakarotto.' That's gotta count for something!"
Vegeta snaps, "No it doesn't! You're not even Kakarot! Your alter-ego is!"
"So HE'S a prince?"
"HE ISN'T A PRINCE YOU FOOL! WHY WOULD I CALL MY WORST ENEMY A PRI-?!"
Suddenly the door opens and Bulma peeks in, frowning, "So this is where you two are. What are you doing in here?"
Vegeta snaps, "None of your business!"
At once Bulma demands, "Vegeta... You're not trying to brainwash Goku-kun, are you?"
The ouji's eyes widen in shock, "What?! Of course I'm not! Whatever gave you that idea?!"
The blue haired scientist purses her lips and eyes Vegeta suspiciously. Then she sighs, "Trunks is ready to hypnotize you back to normal along with Gohan. You better meet him over at his bedroom."
Vegeta scowls, "It's about time," and gets up off the floor to head back to the house. Halfway across the yard, he pauses and slowly turns around. Goku's right behind him, wearing a very mischievous smile on his face. The ouji growls, "No."
Goku blinks, "But I didn't even-"
"There is no way that I'm going to be hypnotized in the same room with you!" Thinking he made his point clear, Vegeta continues on route. However Goku just follows him.
"Why?"
Vegeta snaps, "I don't trust you in this form!"
Goku grins, "Why?"
"What do you mean why?! You've played at least a dozen pranks on me in the last hour!"
"Why?"
"...." Vegeta decides to ignore Goku the rest of the way to Trunks' room. Goku skips along behind the "taller" saiyajin until they reach the door. Vegeta merely barges in and smiling, Goku steps in, only to get a face full of door, and he stumbles back into the hall, his whole face red from where Vegeta slammed the door on him.
The chibi saiyajin rubs his stinging face and pouts, scuffing the ground with his feet, "Aw phooey."
Vegeta checks the gravity room to make sure that it's empty and quickly gets in, locking himself inside. However, he isn't in his training uniform. In fact he's in one of his most restrictive sets of clothing, not meant for fighting at all. So why is he in the GR if he isn't going to train? Simple.
To get away from Goku.
For the past two hours, the little saiyajin has done nothing but pull prank after prank after prank on him. Granted, Trunks and Goten would do the same thing, but he can handle Trunks' assaults. For crying out loud, his son has barely a third of his strength! But Goku is a different story entirely! The little 9 year old has the strength of his old adult form AND the ingenuity of a well experienced fighter. Combine that with the mind of a child and voila! You have Vegeta's worst nightmare.
Feeling safe, at least temporarily, Vegeta sits down on the smooth floor of the GR, too afraid (although he'll never admit it) to even turn on the GR for fear of attracting the attention of the younger saiyajin. So instead he just decides to contemplate Goku's latest prank.
It was nothing more than an extension of the classic bucket over the door trick. Only instead of water, or hot oil like Trunks would put sometimes, Goku had compressed enormous amounts of ki until they were made into nothing but hard spheres about the size of a tennis ball that would only explode on impact with another source of ki such as a person or an animal. And he put about ten of those in a bucket to be dumped on the ouji. And it worked.
The prank took out Vegeta and about half of the hallway with him. Bulma didn't find out yet, but much to the ouji's displeasure, she'll just dismiss it as boy's play. He couldn't believe how much leverage that his wife is giving to the little saiyajin. Now if HE was in charge of the little brat, measures of discipline were sure to be taken! Except for the fact that he's running from Goku as it is.
Vegeta grumbles to himself, "I can't believe that little gaki is making me run away from him! This is so humiliating! I shouldn't be hiding from a child! Then again only a fighting genius could have made those compressed ki-balls. I didn't know that you could do that with ki!" Then he adds darkly, "I bet that brat doesn't even realize what kind of formidable weapon he made with that baka child-like mind of his!"
Suddenly, he hears a small noise right behind him. Very similar to the sound a certain someone makes when using instant transmission. Vegeta freezes up and is almost too afraid to turn around. Okay, he's completely afraid to turn around. He says quietly, "Goku, that isn't you, is it?"
A high pitched voice pipes, "I dunno. Maybe." Vegeta groans. He can just see the impish grin on his chibified rival's face. He slowly turns to face his rival and to his relief sees Goku just sitting down on the floor behind him. Goku frowns, "Why are you in here if you aren't training?"
Vegeta growls, "To get some damned privacy. For the past two hours I've seen nothing but your baka grin on your baka face always mocking me! I'm sick of your damned pranks!"
Goku shrugs, "Ah well, I'm doing any more yet. It's kind of hard topping off the last one I did." He suddenly grins, "So I'm just going to bug you instead!"
The ouji shivers, {Kami, help me.} "Do you have any idea what the onna's going to do to you once she finds out what you've done to her house?"
At this, the little saiyajin just grins, "She's not going to do anything! I'm too kawaii! I could get away with murder and nobody would care!" Vegeta snorts derisively. Goku adds, "Anyway, she's probably worried about impressioning my very sensitive mind."
Vegeta frowns, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Goku points to his head and says, "My head's still suppose to be in development. Or that's what Bulma says. She doesn't want anything to happen to it that will affect my grown up mind forever and ever. So she's just letting me do whatever I want!"
A revolutionary statement for sure. Vegeta demands, "You mean I could be brainwashing you right now and not even know it?!"
Goku nods, "Uh huh!" He adds darkly, "But you better not try, or else Bulma will get REALLY mad at you." The ouji just humphs and turns away. Goku puffs up his cheeks, getting ticked off by the lack of attention. He crawls over in front of Vegeta and asks, "So, Veggie, since I'm immortal, can I be an elite now?"
"Of course not! You were born a third-class and you will STAY a third class! Even if you are an immortal one!"
The chibi warrior protests, "But you called me 'Prince Kakarotto.' That's gotta count for something!"
Vegeta snaps, "No it doesn't! You're not even Kakarot! Your alter-ego is!"
"So HE'S a prince?"
"HE ISN'T A PRINCE YOU FOOL! WHY WOULD I CALL MY WORST ENEMY A PRI-?!"
Suddenly the door opens and Bulma peeks in, frowning, "So this is where you two are. What are you doing in here?"
Vegeta snaps, "None of your business!"
At once Bulma demands, "Vegeta... You're not trying to brainwash Goku-kun, are you?"
The ouji's eyes widen in shock, "What?! Of course I'm not! Whatever gave you that idea?!"
The blue haired scientist purses her lips and eyes Vegeta suspiciously. Then she sighs, "Trunks is ready to hypnotize you back to normal along with Gohan. You better meet him over at his bedroom."
Vegeta scowls, "It's about time," and gets up off the floor to head back to the house. Halfway across the yard, he pauses and slowly turns around. Goku's right behind him, wearing a very mischievous smile on his face. The ouji growls, "No."
Goku blinks, "But I didn't even-"
"There is no way that I'm going to be hypnotized in the same room with you!" Thinking he made his point clear, Vegeta continues on route. However Goku just follows him.
"Why?"
Vegeta snaps, "I don't trust you in this form!"
Goku grins, "Why?"
"What do you mean why?! You've played at least a dozen pranks on me in the last hour!"
"Why?"
"...." Vegeta decides to ignore Goku the rest of the way to Trunks' room. Goku skips along behind the "taller" saiyajin until they reach the door. Vegeta merely barges in and smiling, Goku steps in, only to get a face full of door, and he stumbles back into the hall, his whole face red from where Vegeta slammed the door on him.
The chibi saiyajin rubs his stinging face and pouts, scuffing the ground with his feet, "Aw phooey."
