V-DAY
Vegeta and the day without hair gel
A sequel of Farm Boys Revenge
All right. This isn't like a continuation of farm boy's revenge, but it's like a follow up. Ya know? Well I'll just have to say a few things before we get started. First off I love you Lady Starlight! She's the one who gave me this idea.(bows down and kisses lady's feet.) We were out last night and the idea for this story just came up. Now like the previous story it will be short and too the point. So what are you waiting for? GET READING!! And don't forget to review. I like reviews. Hehe.
It was a cold rainy day out at the Caps. Corps. grounds. Everything was being drenched in a cleansing rain, washing away dust and grime of a long drought. Bulma was down in the kitchen cooking lunch while trunks was sitting on the window seat watching the rainfall. Vegeta was upstairs taking a shower and the senior briefs were attending a seminar at Palm Beach. All in all it was a boring day. Bulma had insisted that everyone take a day off from training and the rain just gave her more ammunition.
"Are you sure dad and I can't spar in the gravity room for a while?" Trunks asked with a sigh still looking out the window.
"Yes I'm sure. Listen all you seem to do is spar. Can't you just take a little time and recover and rest up? Is that so hard to do? Why don't you call one of your friends to come over and watch a movie or go out and see one?" Bulma suggested setting the table. "I'm sure there are other things for y." She was cut off by a loud growl.
"BULMA! Where's my hair gel?" Vegeta shouted coming down into the kitchen with an empty bottle of 'Fancy Fros Hair Gel Goop'.
"I thought that unnaturally spiky hair was.Hehe.natural." Bulma commented setting a plate of sandwiches on the table.
"What? Do you think hair this lovely and smooth is natural? Well in some cases it is but in my case I need help." Vegeta cooed brushing a hand through his spiked up hair.
"What you need help ONLY for you HAIR? I can name a few things that you could get some pointers on." Bulma snickered.
"You need to watch your mouth woman. I might not always be so passive." Vegeta mumbled walking toward the door.
"Passive? Is that what you're calling it now a days? Always yelling, shouting and fighting is passive. HA! Oh by the way lunch is ready." Bulma commented again receiving a grunt from Vegeta and a 'thanks mom' from Trunks.
"I wonder what's going to happen when Vegeta finds out he has no more hair gel?" Bulma sighed sitting down with her son at the table.
"What you mean mom?" Trunks asked.
"Oh nothing." Bulma commented waving him off.
"What did you do? Common mom you know how he gets! Are you trying to piss him off?" Trunks asked getting a little nervous.
"Calm down. It's just a little experiment."
"WHERE IS MY HAIR GEL???" Bulma and trunks hear from upstairs.
"And it starts." Bulma dictated.
I know that wasn't that exciting but it was only the first one.
LALALA where will it all end?
HERE??
NOPE!
YAY! And just because you are such good sports.(and fanfiction is down).here's some more.
Just kidding.
Thus starts the beginning of this story. More to follow soon but right now I have other things to do. And remember, if you like what you see the review, review, review. That's all it will take for this story to really lift off. So I'll write for you all later and for right now read and enjoy all the fanfics here on fanfic.
A few minutes later Vegeta waked down the stairs. Except it wasn't Vegeta in is normal glory. Bulma couldn't pass up this opportunity. "Excuse me Miss. But I don't believe we've met. My name is Bulma Briefs. Welcome to Capsule Corporation Living Quarters. Make yourself at home."
Vegeta, whose hair was now limp hanging down around his shoulders with a glossy shine, didn't think it was funny. "See this is the reason I need my hair gel. Now where is it? I know you took it."
"Oh do you now. What makes you think a lil think like me coulda taking your precious hair crap?" Bulma said innocently batting her eyelashes.
"Because your bored and it's the type of thing you would do." He answered sarcastically.
"I'm hurt." Bulma fawned hurt.
Alright that is the end for you. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! Ggggaaahhhhhhh!!! (runs around screaming.sits down in big plush leather chair) That's all for now folks, join us next time at retard theatre for the continuation of this wonderful story.
~~I love Lady Starlight.she's my idol.~~
Vegeta and the day without hair gel
A sequel of Farm Boys Revenge
All right. This isn't like a continuation of farm boy's revenge, but it's like a follow up. Ya know? Well I'll just have to say a few things before we get started. First off I love you Lady Starlight! She's the one who gave me this idea.(bows down and kisses lady's feet.) We were out last night and the idea for this story just came up. Now like the previous story it will be short and too the point. So what are you waiting for? GET READING!! And don't forget to review. I like reviews. Hehe.
It was a cold rainy day out at the Caps. Corps. grounds. Everything was being drenched in a cleansing rain, washing away dust and grime of a long drought. Bulma was down in the kitchen cooking lunch while trunks was sitting on the window seat watching the rainfall. Vegeta was upstairs taking a shower and the senior briefs were attending a seminar at Palm Beach. All in all it was a boring day. Bulma had insisted that everyone take a day off from training and the rain just gave her more ammunition.
"Are you sure dad and I can't spar in the gravity room for a while?" Trunks asked with a sigh still looking out the window.
"Yes I'm sure. Listen all you seem to do is spar. Can't you just take a little time and recover and rest up? Is that so hard to do? Why don't you call one of your friends to come over and watch a movie or go out and see one?" Bulma suggested setting the table. "I'm sure there are other things for y." She was cut off by a loud growl.
"BULMA! Where's my hair gel?" Vegeta shouted coming down into the kitchen with an empty bottle of 'Fancy Fros Hair Gel Goop'.
"I thought that unnaturally spiky hair was.Hehe.natural." Bulma commented setting a plate of sandwiches on the table.
"What? Do you think hair this lovely and smooth is natural? Well in some cases it is but in my case I need help." Vegeta cooed brushing a hand through his spiked up hair.
"What you need help ONLY for you HAIR? I can name a few things that you could get some pointers on." Bulma snickered.
"You need to watch your mouth woman. I might not always be so passive." Vegeta mumbled walking toward the door.
"Passive? Is that what you're calling it now a days? Always yelling, shouting and fighting is passive. HA! Oh by the way lunch is ready." Bulma commented again receiving a grunt from Vegeta and a 'thanks mom' from Trunks.
"I wonder what's going to happen when Vegeta finds out he has no more hair gel?" Bulma sighed sitting down with her son at the table.
"What you mean mom?" Trunks asked.
"Oh nothing." Bulma commented waving him off.
"What did you do? Common mom you know how he gets! Are you trying to piss him off?" Trunks asked getting a little nervous.
"Calm down. It's just a little experiment."
"WHERE IS MY HAIR GEL???" Bulma and trunks hear from upstairs.
"And it starts." Bulma dictated.
I know that wasn't that exciting but it was only the first one.
LALALA where will it all end?
HERE??
NOPE!
YAY! And just because you are such good sports.(and fanfiction is down).here's some more.
Just kidding.
Thus starts the beginning of this story. More to follow soon but right now I have other things to do. And remember, if you like what you see the review, review, review. That's all it will take for this story to really lift off. So I'll write for you all later and for right now read and enjoy all the fanfics here on fanfic.
A few minutes later Vegeta waked down the stairs. Except it wasn't Vegeta in is normal glory. Bulma couldn't pass up this opportunity. "Excuse me Miss. But I don't believe we've met. My name is Bulma Briefs. Welcome to Capsule Corporation Living Quarters. Make yourself at home."
Vegeta, whose hair was now limp hanging down around his shoulders with a glossy shine, didn't think it was funny. "See this is the reason I need my hair gel. Now where is it? I know you took it."
"Oh do you now. What makes you think a lil think like me coulda taking your precious hair crap?" Bulma said innocently batting her eyelashes.
"Because your bored and it's the type of thing you would do." He answered sarcastically.
"I'm hurt." Bulma fawned hurt.
Alright that is the end for you. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! Ggggaaahhhhhhh!!! (runs around screaming.sits down in big plush leather chair) That's all for now folks, join us next time at retard theatre for the continuation of this wonderful story.
~~I love Lady Starlight.she's my idol.~~