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"Talking" Thinking (A/N: Author's note)
Advice from you
Chapter 4
Vegita and Mirai Trunks arrived at Goku's house, and since Vegita wasn't one who would ring his doorbell so Trunks had to. The two fighters stood at the door waiting and hearing footsteps, when the door opened to reveal Goku's smiling face. "Hey!" said Goku excitedly, "Come on in guys!" Then he stopped and stared at the two and wondered why they were together. Vegita wasn't supposed to know that Trunks was here, was he?
Trunks was about to enter but Vegita's voice stopped him, "I'm going to make this short, Kakarott. The woman's having to party and she wants you and your family to come."
"Oh, okay, I'll be sure to tell Chichi! Thanks Vegita!"
Vegita looked darkly at Trunks, "Are you staying here or do I have to hold your hand back to the woman's house?"
"I'll just stay here,"Trunks said quietly. Vegita hmphed and blasted off into the sky. A few moments after he left, Goku panicked, "How did Vegita find you? Does he know you're his son? Maybe he found out what we're up to!"
"Goku, its okay!" said Trunks encouragingly, "He doesn't know any of that stuff but he found me by my ki."
"Oh, good."
"Hey, Goku," Trunks said with a smirk that look similar to his father's, "While I flying over here I had an idea to get my parents together."
"Okay, let's hear it!" said the older Saiyain-jin in a giddy voice.
"Alright, it's a party, right? (Goku nods his head.) Then, there has to be alcoholic drinks. Now we get my parents drunk have them go into a room alone, and well, you know."
Goku looked at him, signed, and shook his head sadly. "Trunks," he said in a disappointed voice, "That's not a good plan, not a good plan at all." Trunks looked at him, puzzled. "It's a plan based on too many assumptions. It's too risky. We need a plan that's guaranteed to work . And just incase something goes wrong we'll also need to have someone else to back us up. " (A/N: See? I made Goku smarter!)
Trunks stared at Goku in confusion and then decided to say something, "Are you saying that someone else should know about this?"
"No, because Piccolo already knows." said Goku shrugging.
"WHAT?! YOU TOLD PICCOLO ABOUT MY PARENTS?!!" Trunks screamed.
"WAIT!! You misunderstand! He over heard us talking when you were telling me about the androids!" Goku said trying to calm Trunks down.
"He didn't say anything about that to them, did he?" asked Trunks frantically.
"No, he said he won't jeopardize your life like that."
Trunks gave a relived sign. "Well," he asked, "What should we do?"
Goku scratched his head in thought. "I say we find any notice of your parents getting close, leave them alone. But, if they don't really seem to like each, we'll need to find a plan on how to bring them together."
"You have no idea of what to do, do you?"
"Not a one. But hey what about me eating all the food?" Goku pointed out.
"That can be a last resort." Trunks said shrugging.
"Ok. Well, I gotta tell Chichi about the party. See you there!" Goku said walking into his house, "Wait, you wanna drink or something?"
"No, I've gotta get back.. But thanks!" Trunks said flying off into the sky and waving Good-bye to Goku.
Goku waved back until the young half-Saiyain-jin was out of sight, "I wonder how a nice kid like that can be Vegita's son."
LATER THAT NIGHT
Bulma laid the finishing touches on the dining- room table, placing all of the necessary utensils in their proper positions. She adjusted her ankle- long blue dress and fixed her twisted spaghetti straps. Humming to herself, Bulma thought about how she wouldn't be able to see her friends in three years, it made her sad, but that's why she was having this party! Let them all get together for a day and they all can share laughter and happiness before going into three long years of training. (A/N: For us it was like, what? Three episodes?) Except for Yamcha, she couldn't care less if he died or not, preferably dead. She caught him with another woman and that was the last straw! Just the thought of him coming over and smiling at her like nothing happened made her. No doubt he would ask her back into his life. Bulma decided to dismiss the thought of Yamcha and overlooked the neat table and nodded satisfied with her work. Suddenly she felt as if she was being watched, (A/N: You ever get that feeling? It's creepy.), she turned and saw Vegita standing at the doorway, with his usual stance and frown wearing only his training shorts and a towel around his neck. Why did he have to dress like that?!
Just staring at him, Bulma got frustrated, "What do you want, Lord Vegita?" she said sarcastically.
He smirked, "It's about time you addressed me by my proper title." Bulma clinched her fists, how she wanted to slap that smirk clear across the room, but she had neither the strength nor the courage. Vegita's smirked disappeared and a look of disgust replaced it, "Is any of that food edible?" he said pointing to the variety of foods that lay in an orderly fashion. He saw Bulma turn red with anger, he already saw how she clinched her fists in anger, so Saiyain-jin. It almost aroused him, almost.
"For your information, Prince of the Jackasses! This food is edible and it is not for you! It is for people who can actually be grateful!" Bulma took a deep breath to calm herself, but she was amazed that he hadn't killed her the moment she said Prince of the Jackasses. Vegita smirked, amused. Was that all he thought of her? A toy for his amusement? He began to pick at his fingernails, "I must say I am impressed, no one has ever talked to me in that manner. I'll let that go for now, but next time I will kill you." He turned and retreated to his room to get ready for the party.
Bulma's left eye twitched and a vein popped out of her forehead. "One day, Vegita," she whispered in a deadly quiet voice, "I'm going to do something you won't soon remember."
Ding, dong! The doorbell, Bulma raced to it, adjusting her dress once again before opening the door. She was greeted with smiling faces of her friends. She welcomed them in, with difficulty since they were all talking at once. Bulma smiled and ushered them to the dining- room. She turned and saw something so stunning, her genius immediately began trying to figure out.
Vegita.
Mhahahahaha!!! Cliff hanger! I love them yet I hate them!!
Trunks: That doesn't make any sense...
Of course not! Because I don't have a life! Even though I'm still living and writing!! Please REVIEW!! It makes me soo happy!