Gokuh took the small cat from his sholder and held him up in the air, "The first order of buisness is a bath! You stink!"
The poor cat's eyes grew wide with horror, then narrowed with anger, 'I do not stink, Kakarot. You smell worse than I ever will.'
"Phew. You really do smell..." Gokuh marched to the kitchen sink with the struggling cat in his hands. The tall saiyan placed Buster gently on the counter, scanned the kitchen twice over before looking back at the cat with it's long fluffy tail flicking inpaciently and his eyes glaring at Gokuh. "Wow... maybe I should've named you Vegeta... that's what he would do..." The sick irony made Vegeta sigh. "We don't have any proper kitty shampoo... but I don't think Chi-Chi will mind if I use a little bit of her dish soap.." Gokuh began to fill the sink with water, pouring almost the whole bottle of dish soap into the "bath".
'He's going to wash me like a dish!' With that thought, Vegeta bolted off the counter, weaving his way through pots, pans, food, and everything else a kitchen counter could hold. He made a flying leap over the edge only to fall short and land flat on his face.
"Kitty!" Gokuh screached at the sound of the thud, spinning on his heels to save his cat.
Vegeta's groan came out as a soft meow. 'Curse that idiot and the very loins he came from...' He felt himself being lifted up off the ground, carried for a moment, then dropped back into the relatively-cold water. His face flop off the counter wore Vegeta out enough forsake any further attempts at escape, at least for today.
"Now you're all squeaky clean!" Gokuh held up his little black cat by his front paws. "Hey... you have a little white spot on your chest...
'Huh..' Vegeta looked down at himself and blinked.. 'where did that come from..'
Before he knew it, the Saiyan-cat was tossed into the air and caught one-handed by Gokuh, " Come-on Buster it's time to get you something to eat!"
Gokuh stared wide-eyed, mouth agape at the tiny, fluffy cat sitting contently before him in the up most regal manner. Gokuh looked at the remnants of food on the counter. Buster had eaten everything under the sun, in other words, everything in Gokuh's kitchen. Containers that once held glorious portions of fish, chicken, veal, beef, and egg-rollls had been stripped clean and left by the sink for Gokuh's loving wife to take care off. The trashbin over-flowed with cans emptied of their fruits and vegetables."Chi-Chi won't like this...," Gokuh murmured.