Ladies and Gentlemen: THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR…ok well maybe not all of you but certainly enough of you for me to post this piece of crap…ugh…I mean…glorious piece of artwork that I tended with loving ministrations of the keyboard. Yeah…so almost two full years and I'm updating…I suppose I could say I was busy…HA! I just didn't want to write anymore. I'm sure there are plenty of peeps out there that have had this problem. Anyway here goes, again. Lol.
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"Vegeta dear, did you ever stop to think that if you keep using the hair gel with out buying more it will eventually run out?" Bulma said calmly walking up to him.
"That's the thing woman, I just bought three jars the other day and I'm sure I put them in the closet." Vegeta said twirling a finger in his shinny hair.
"Then I guess they still must be there. Why don't you go look again." She suggested calmly.
"Fine, but when they're not there I want a full explanation." He said haughtily as he stomped up the stairs.
"Mom….what did you do?" Trunks said nervously.
"Well, I may have used his hair gel to water proof the exterior of the gravity room." Bulma said putting away some of the dishes from the sink.
"MOM! Are you trying to kill us all?" Trunks shouted as she inched his was toward the door.
"No…he will not kill us. He just needs to learn to chill."
"Well he won't CHILL. He'll go hunting for the hair gel and you know what he's going to find? He's going to find that they discontinued that particular type of hair gel. And do you know what he's going to do when he discovers this?" Trunks took another step towards the door reaching for the bronzed handle. "HE'S GOING TO BLOW UP THE WHOLE FRIGGEN WORLD! I'm going to Goten's, bye." Trunks, wanting to keep all of his limbs turned the handle and pulled the door open flying out into the pouring rain risking the flu rather then his father's wrath.
"BABY!" Bulma shouted after him before closing the door. "It wouldn't hurt him any to stand up to his father a little more."
"Well I looked and it's not there. Tell me where it is before I go nuts." Vegeta said stomping his foot and still clutching the empty jar as if it was the center of life itself…as if if he let go he would never be whole again.
"Well here's my credit card…go get some more." She told him pulling the small piece of plastic from her hi hi puffy ami yumi wallet. (SORRY JUST THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND BEFORE SAILOR MOON AND AFTER DBZ)
"I don't want to get more…it's raining out and I'll get my hair wet." Vegeta whined.
"Well what the worse that can happen? It's already flat." She pointed out.
"AND WHO'S FAULT IS THAT!"
"Well it's not mine, you should keep your hair care products closer at hand, I gotta go work on something very important very far away from here in a very secret place. Have fun shopping hunny!" Bulma said as she kissed him on the cheek and walked out the front door with an umbrella.
"INSUFERABLE WOMAN! I DAMN YOU TO THE SEVENTH LEVEL OF HELL!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
"If I'm going then you're going with me sweetheart!" Bulma shouted from seemingly nowhere.
"HOW DOES SHE DO THAT!"