Author: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! Sorry it took so long to get chapter 3 up! I kinda forgot about this fic until the owner of my inspiration came over. See, the story behind this is that my best friend has a cat named Buster that I call Vegeta. He acts as I believe Vegeta would if he were a cat. From that we got the premis for this fic! With that said, enjoy chapter 4!

"Gokuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!"

Gokuh heard the belowing of his wife from his hiding spot in the woods near his home. Clutching his precious cat, he peered out from behind the trees just in time to see Chi-chi dash out of the house to search out side from her husband and his abomination. He put his back against the trees, hoping to stay hidden long enough for Chi-Chi's rage to subdue itself.

"There you are!" Chi-Chi looked down at the startled face of her husband. "You are in trouble mister!" she grabbed her husband's ears and proceeded to drag him back to the house. "Not only did you eat all the food, but you left me a mess to clean up! You're going to clean up the kitchen then buy more-"

"But Chi-Chi," Gokuh interrupted, "I didn't eat all that food, Buster did!" he pointed to the cat.

Letting go of Gokuh's ear, Chi-Chi spun around, facing him. "There is no way a cat could have eaten all that food!"

"But he did, honest!"

"Gokuh, you are such a liar!" Chi continued to drag her husband into the house.

Vegeta's tail swished back and forth as he watched Gokuh clean the kitchen, with his wife supervising of course. His chuckles came out as soft meows. His tail ceased to move and he crouched low when the tall saiyan finished and headed his way. With a low "merow" Vegeta was lifted up.

"Ok Buster, I have to go and get some stuff or Chi-Chi will get angry at me. Now be a good kitty while I'm gone... ok...?" Gokuh gave a nervous smile. He gave a sigh of relief as he watched his cat find a cushie spot on the couch and curl up for a nap.

'You're lucky I'm tired Kakarot.. be warned.. I will wreak havoc upon you.. and your household..,' Vegeta thought as he drifted off to sleep.

Bulma sat at her kitchen table waiting. Waiting for Trunks to come home, waiting for Bra to come home, but most importantly, waiting for Vegeta to come home. She bit her lip, thinking of the places her husband could have ran off to. "For all I know he could've ran across town and been found by some bratty kid!" She folded her arms on top of the table and plopped her chin down on them, imagining the cat form of her husband being forced to wear little clothes and go to some little girl's tea party with a bunch of stuff animals, him losing his temper, ripping up the animals and scratching the girl then being kicked out by the child's parents then ending up cold, tired, and hungry on the streets- "I have to stop this!" Bulma stood up and turned around to leave, running into Trunks. She stumbled back into the table and her son smirked at his mother's surprise. Recomposing herself, she said, "Come on, we're going to find your father..!"

Trunks could only get out a "huh?" before being dragged away.

WHACK! Vegeta collided with the floor. He bolted up, spun around and looked, giving his cat-a-fied death glare straight at a smiling Gokuh. Vegeta hissed as his archrival came closer. He jumped to side when Gokuh bent down to get something.

Vegeta stared in utter disbelief at the object held in front of him.

"Come on kitty, let's play!" Gokuh held out a felt mouse tied to a string.

'I don't want to play, Kakarot..' he curled up to go back to sleep.

"Buster…" Gokuh hung the toy in front of the cat's nose.

'No!' Vegeta turned himself away from the toy.

"Come on Kitty, come get the mouse…"

Gokuh continued to try and entice the cat into playing with the mouse and Vegeta continued to resist and resume his nap. Finally, jumping to his feet out of frustration Vegeta merowed, 'For the last time, I will not play with… you…' his eyes began to follow the movement of the felt mouse. 'Stop.. moving that mouse…' His eyes narrowed and he lunged at the toy. 'I command that you come here!'

Gokuh stood up, swinging the mouse in front of Buster. Buster jumped for the toy, his arms reaching out for it. "Opps, you missed!" Gokuh pulled the mouse out of reach and continued the game of keep away.

Frustrated at the not having the mouse and at Gokuh's giggles, Vegeta sat on the carpet, contemplating his next method of attack. He calculate the velocity of the each swing, working out at exactly what moment the mouse will reach the lowest point in its swing. Then, he figured out his own speed and at which moment he should jump. 'No matter what.. I will catch that thing, mutilate it, and then eat it. And I will have conquered!' he resolved with triumph. '3..2…1..now!' Vegeta launched himself forward, grabbing onto the mouse before Gokuh could pull it away. His weight broke the string and he made a thud hitting the ground. He ignored Gokuh's "hey!" and ripped at the felt, devouring bits of fabric and stuffing. Finishing, he paused for a moment,realizing what he just did, and turned towards a confused Gokuh. He strolled up, climbed up his knee, to his shoulder and gave him the cat equivalent of a punch. 'Don't ever make me do that again..' he returned to his napping spot.

Author: Ok, this chapter was kinda rough in my opinion but not much I can do about it… . >. ;