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Time: Early Morning Activity: Waking up Vegeta: Defeat Kakarotto... Super Saiyan... Noise: Thump! Thump! Crash! Plop. Childish Voices: Wah ha ha ha ha! Wooo hoo! Let's do it again! Come on! Vegeta: groan... That blasted Kakorotto's son is here... Must get Bulma... Can't get up... Noise: Kapow! Thlunk! Bump bump bump! Smack! Plop! More Childish Voices: Heeheeheeheehee! (snort) Heeheehee! Vegeta forces himself up and screams: Quiet Down or I'll Kill you ALL! He lays back down and rolls over, asleep for awhile more... Whispering Voice: Psst! What's wrong with your dad? He makes such funny noises, my daddy doesn't do that. Second Voice: You baka! You've never met your dad! First Voice: Oh yeah! Vegeta: Blasted Kids... grunt... Vegeta rolls over and ignores the kids in his room. First Voice: Hey, do you think he'll stop making those funny noises if you hold his nose? Second Voice: I dunno, never tried it before. First Voice: Well, c'mon! Second Voice: Here goes! (pause) Hey, whaddaya know! It worked! First voice: Uh oh... Vegeta's eyes snap open. Vegeta: What in hell!? Vegeta: GET OUT OF MY ROOM NOW OR YOU"LL REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN! The startled children (who turned out to be Goten and Trunks, in case you're a little slow) ran for all they were worth downstairs. Vegeta, now fully awake, begins to get dressed. Vegeta: I hate kids. They're worthless, annoying, leeches... argh... Where is my blasted wife when I need her. What is Kakarotto's kid doing here so early.....Oh yeah, he slept over... What was I thinking!? Bulma had better get those kids under control... Vegeta clambers downstairs to the kitchen, looking for his breakfast. Much to his dismay, Bulma left this note: Vegeta, I've gone shopping and have a hair appointment, I should be back a little before dinner, watch the kids for me. Love, Bulma Vegeta gets so mad that he burns the note in his own hand. Vegeta: Damnit! What the hell was she thinking! She knows how much I despise children! Vegeta looks around. In the adjacent familyroom he notices two heads peeking out from behind the couch, and then hiding again. He hears whispering voices. First voice: He's still there! What are we gonna do?! Second Voice: I've never seen my dad this mad before, I'm scared... Vegeta: You'll be more scared after I'm through with you! Vegeta takes advantage of the opportunity. Quietly walking to the couch, he leans over and screams. Vegeta: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *We originally had him saying: Oogadee Boogadee, but that was too funny and hard to spell!* His voice is answered by the terrified screams of the two children, and he watches them run upstairs to Trunks' room. Vegeta: (laughing) That was great. That' should keep 'em away for awhile. Now... about breakfast... Vegeta, not knowing exactly how to cook, eats all the cereal from every cereal box in the pantry trying to satisfy his saiyan appetite. Afterwards he head into the gravity room to train. Vegeta: Ahh haa! Take that Kakarotto! I will get stronger! It is only a matter of time before I will be the strongest saiyan in the universe once again. I am Prince Vegeta, ruler of all saiyans! And when you come back, you will beg for mercy! Vegeta ups the gravity by 50. Vegeta: grunt... I can feel it... I've never felt this powerful before! Hahahahaha! Kakarotto, you will meet your match! The Prince of Saiyans will dominate! Five hours have passed. Trunks and Goten finally got the courage to creep downstairs. Noticing that Vegeta wasn't there, they stay in the kitchen. Goten: I'm hungry. Trunks: Me too. But I'm afraid of asking my dad to get us lunch. Goten: Well... We can do it ourselves, how hard can it be? Besides, I don't want to bother your daddy either, he might bite me. Trunks: (looks at Goten questioningly) Okay, let's eat! They begin to make their "own" lunch. This process involved throwing everyting in the pantry on the floor, sitting in it, and trying everything. Goten: Lyachhh! That was awful! What was that?! Trunks: That was vinegar you baka! Goten: Vinegar?!? (he tosses it over his shoulder, denting the wall and spilling the rest of it's contents). They went on like that for an hour. Meanwhile... Vegeta: I think that's enough. It's nearly one o'clock, lunch time! Bulma wil be back in a few hours... Quickly showering, Vegeta heads to the kitchen deciding to fix himelf several sandwhiches, only to be confronted by the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew... Vegeta: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Vegeta: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The two mischievious children: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! All together: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! After a few more minutes of screaming, a deadly silence develops. Trunks and Goten are desperately looking for a way to escape. They are sitting in a corner, the pantry to one side of them, and an angry Vegeta on the other. Goten: T-t-trunks, w-what do we do? Trunks: (desperate) Through the legs! Trunks and Goten dive through Vegeta's legs, causing Vegeta to fall forward into the pile of foodstuffs. A mad chase erupts. Tables flying, walls indenting lamps crashing, curses flying, girlish screaming, tempers flaring, footsteps pounding, doors slamming... All of this continues for ten minutes, until Vegeta has them in his grasp (well, actually, he chased them into the bathroom, where the only place to go was the bathtub.) The two sat, shivering in fear, afraid to speak. Vegeta, on the otherhand, had plenty to say. Vegeta: Why those little... Vegeta: What in the name of HFIL (thanks Funimation) were you doing!?! The two kids only stuttered, scared sh*tless. Vegeta: WELL????? Goten: W-w-we were h-h-hungry... Trunks: S-s-s-so we made out own lunch 'c-c-c-cause we didn't want to make you mad... Vegeta: Well you COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FAILED AT THAT ONE! Vegeta: What should I do? If I permantly damaged them, Bulma would be mad, and Chi chi, well, there's no telling what that woman would do... AHHHHHH! I can't believe it! How could I have been so stupid! Trunks and Goten were on the verge of tears. Goten: (whispers) It was nice knowin' ya pal... Trunks: Who would have guessed, killed by my own father... Without warning, Vegeta turns on the shower, with ice cold water; shuttng the curtain, telling them that if they moved their fate would be worse than death. Vegeta storms off to try and salvage the kitchen. Vegeta: Okay... I can do this... Mustn't panic... Housework can't be that hard. I just have to keep those blasted kids out of my hair for an hour and this will all be fine... Saving what he could of the opened food, Vegeta wondered how to get the mess off the floor. An image of young Gohan's head appeared. Ahhh, a mop... Struggling with household cleaning tools, Vegeta eventually manages to make the floor spotless. He righted some furniture, and covered up the dents in the walls. Vegeta: All right... This is doing good, Bulma will be home in a half an hour.. I... will... be... fine... Telephone: RRRRRrrrringggggg! Vegeta answers. Oh HI Vegeta! Listen hun... There's a big sale going on and Chi chi and I will be a little late. Feed the kids, okay dear! Bye! Bulma had talked too fast for Vegeta to even get a word in. Staring at the phone in disbelief Vegeta thought....(ooohhh) Vegeta: WHAT!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Damnit!!!!!!!!!!! Vegeta hears dripping water and the patter of little feet: Annoyed, he whips around, and finds himself staring at two dripping wet, and very cold, little children. Vegeta: What do you think you're doing?! Vegeta: How long has it been...? (glances at clock) Two hours! They stayed in there two hours! Great, now all I need is two sick kids. Taking each child under his arms, Vegeta gets them in dry clothes. After feeding them what they had left in undamaged food, he sat on the couch with a kid on either side of him, and turned on the TV. Vegeta: I would make them go to sleep, but they seem to have a knack for getting in to trouble when they're by themselves. They'd probably figure out a way to light the house on fire and open up a time portal. Bulma will never hear the end of this... After watching hours and hours of mindless american cartoons and americanized animes (shudder) Vegeta found himself struggling to keep under control. Vegeta: What is wrong with these Americans! Their cartoons have absolutely no point! What is it with the sponge... and square pants? What is it that capivates the viewers? Trunks and Goten are staring wide eyed at the TV, mouths gaping. Pokemon begins. *I wanna be the very best, that no one ever was! To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause. Pokemon!* Vegeta: What? Pocket monsters! What a completely pointless show this is! Unable to stand it any longer, Vegeta changes station to The Learning Channel. TV: The ameoba, with it's ecto and endoplasm is one of the most simple creatures we can find. Vegeta: No, that would be Gokou. Vegeta leaves the room and retreats to the kitchen, leaving Trunks and Goten still staring mindlessly at the screen, unable to comprehend what happened to Pokemon. Goten: That's the most slimy pokemon I've ever seen... -_-' Vegeta sits down and stares at the blinking digital clock, waiting for Bulma to arrive home. After an hour he gives up and goes to check on the kids. He finds them asleep, and the ameoba special still continuing. Vegeta: *shakes head. Some people have too much spare time to create a four hour show on a single-celled organism... Sitting on the adjacent sofa, Vegeta looks at the two children. Goten is drooling and slightly snoring, while Trunks curled up in a ball, breating deeply. They looked very innocent, as if the previous events of the day had never happened. Vegeta: *smiling. They're only cute when they're unconscious... And so ends an exciting day inside of Vegeta's mind!  |