April Fools!
Even tho it's nowhere near April, I decided to do this fic. Some of the Z figthers get pranks played on them, but who's the prankster or is there more than one?
I don't own Dragon ball Z!
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Victim 1; Vegeta.
Vegeta threw of the covers off his bed before climbing out of it. The alarm blaring in his ear.
Since he couldn't remember how to shut it off, he pounded the thing flatter than a pancake.
Looking at the calendar with hazy eyes he realised it needed turning over.
"Can't the bloody woman flip over a piece of paper?" He grumbled. Flipping it over himself, not like he had anything better to do.
He realised it was now April and found the first day was ringed.
"April Fools Day? Another pathetic earth holiday I bet. I better not end up next to Kakarot again." he grumbled. Grabbing some clean clothes he went into the shower.
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Trunks was in the kitchen eating his cereal when he heard a loud yell that made possibly the whole of Capsule Corp. quake.
"WOMAN!" Vegeta stormed in with his hair wrapped up in a towel. "Where is your mother boy?"
"Not here pop. What's up?"
"What... do humans do on this... 'April Fools'?" asked Vegeta, Trunk thought he was going to breath fire.
"People tend to... do stuff to other people for fun."
"What kind of 'stuff' son?"
"Um... play tricks, practical jokes. That kinda stuff." Trunks shrugged.
"Have you done any of those things Trunks?" Vegeta asked trying to keep his cool.
"No father. Why?" the eight year old placed his spoon down in his bowl, getting ready to run. Vegeta plonked himself down on the chair opposite his son and pulled off the towel.
Trunks bit down a laugh when he saw why his father was so upset.
His hair and eyebrows had been dyed a forest green.
"Uhh... fancied a new look dad?" he asked.
Vegeta glared at his son
"Don't. Even. Try it." he growled.
"Dad, it'll wash out in a couple of days, a week at most. You could...always wear a hat?" Trunks shrugged.
Vegeta looked at him and sighed, he couldn't stay mad for too long at Trunks, especially when he didn't do anything.
"Stick the kettle on, I need a coffee."
Trunks obeyed and then the phone rang.
"Hello? Oh hi Goten...hold on a sec I'll ask. Dad, are you going to Goku's later?"
Vegeta mulled it over... if he flew fast enough out of the city, no-one would see his hair, and if Kakarot laughed, Vegeta could kick the crap out of him.
"Yeah. Tell him we'll be over once we've finished breakfast." He told his son. "A bit of sparring might release a bit of frustration." he mumbled to himself.
"Ok. Yeah Goten, we'll be over after breakfast. Make sure Goku has some sensu beans, I think he might need them. Ok Goten. Bye."
"Can you think of anyone who might've done this son?"
"Haven't a clue dad... you seem to be taking this quite well." Trunks frowned. Vegeta thought about it and smirked.
"I heard someone say once 'Never trick a trickster.' and once I find out who put dye in my shampoo, what's left of them will be going to King Yemma in a matchbox. You ready to go or what?"
"What about your coffee? I just made it." Trunks asked. Vegeta took the steaming mug and drained the scalding liquid.
"Urgh! Caffeine. You make it better than your mother. You finished?"
"Yeah!" Trunks punched the air, it had been a while since he had seen Goten. "Dad, do you want a hat to cover your hair?"
"What's the point, it'll only get blown off." Vegeta sighed, going to the back door and taking off. Trunks closed the door and followed him.
A figure in the shadows had a phone to their ear. As soon as someone on the other end picked up.
"He's gone, looks like a christmas tree. When you're ready. See ya tonight." and hung up.
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Ooh, who's the strange voice? Who had the balls to put green dye in Vegeta's shampoo? Who's next! Review and you'll soon find out!