Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Be nice Vegeta! ❯ The picnic ( Chapter 4 )

CHAPTER 4: DID I MENTION....VEGETA IS *NICE*!?

A/N: Whoo-boy I have the feeling things will get hectic here!!

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*beep--beep--beep*

Bulma looked up on her clock and groaned as she turned it off. Saturday and 6 am? Naww, just 1 more hour or 2....

"BUUUUULMAAAA!!! TRUUUUUU-UUUUUUNKS!!!! BREEEEEEAAAAAKFEEEEEAAAAAAAAST!!!!!!" Vegetas voice rang through the whole house. Bulmas eyes flew open and she sat straight up. Looking on the watch, she saw it was now about 6:05....and Vegeta was shouting about breakfeast!?

She shook her head and laid down again, cuddling up in her warm blankets, softly dozing back into a warm dream about the days before she had wished for Vegeta to be....nice...

"BULMA! Are you still snoozing!!???" Vegetas voice boomed. Bulmas eyes flew open and she saw him standing in the door wearing the pink kitchenapron, and looking down on her with a cheerful glimpt. Dende, she missed that cold glare he usually gave her.

"Here I have made breakfeast for you, and all you do is snooze! Up with you dear!" Vegeta chimed. Bulma groaned and pulled the cover over her head.

"*Uuuungh* Pleeeeease Vegeta....I was up late last night, and I...HEY!!" She yelped as Vegeta ripped off her bedcover, her following in its tracks.

"Hey, whats the big idea!?" Bulma scoffed at the sayain, who merrily crossed his arms and send her a ^_^ face.

"Can´t have you snoozing now! Breakfeast is getting cold!" He chirped, grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her with him down to the kitchen, where a sleepy Trunks was sitting with his hair dipping in the milk he had poured on his cereals.

"TRUNKS!! HEADS UP!!" Vegeta shouted, making Trunks sit up straight, his sleepy eyes wide and his hair dripping with milk.

"Sir, yes sir, wha's your wish sir?" he groggily blurred, before his eyes slowly began to close again, threatening to give him another dip in the milk. Vegeta gently pushed the bowl outta the way and made sure Trunks didn´t hit his head when he 'crashlanded' on the table. Bulma yawned as she sat down on the kitchen-chair, dozing as she rested her head in her hands. She blinked wildly as Vegeta placed a mug with obsidian-black coffee in front of her.

"Here you go dear, some coffee should wake you up soon enough! Now hurry up and get done, we got a busy schedule!" Vegeta chirped.

"Schedule?" Bulma muffled as she sipped the warm, black liquid. Vegeta merrily scrubbed on some dishes in the zink, as he nodded.

"Oh yes, we're holding a picnic at the lake around 10 this morning, then I thought we could go to the Zoo, or the circus, or maybe even the movies? Then when thats done, we're going on a restaurant for dinner, how does that sound?" Bulma blinked sleepily.

"Could you repeat that...and slowly please?"

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Bulma sighed as she leaned against a tree, watching as Vegeta was happily preparing their lunch out in the sun. Trunks was laying beside Bulma, snoozing as he was not used to be pulled outta bed this early. Bulma looked up on the leaves on the treecrown above her and sighed. "Dende, first now I can figure out how stupid it was of me to make that wish!"

"Dads been like this for a week and first *now* you admit you where wrong?" Trunks murmured from his place. Bulma bapped him lightly in response, not willing to admit Trunks was right at his point. Tiredly, she leaned back and closed her eyes, blocking out all sounds but the gentle thumbing of her heart-beat...

Dum-dum...dum-dum....dum-dum...

BA-BOM...BA-BOM....BA-BOM....

Bulma sat straight up when hearing the horrible noise and screamed when she saw a enormous monster that looked like a over-sized lizard with bat-wings stand over them, green saliva dripping down on the grass, from the corners of the monsters very teethful mouth. Bulma screamed and huggled Trunks close to protect him, ignoring his protests about how he was unable to breathe. The monster reared up and roared, for then to snap after Bulma, missing with a few inches.

"HEY YOU!!!" The monster turned its head and saw Vegeta standng there, frowning and arms crossed.

"Would you mind moving? Your standing on the spot where I was suppose to fix up the picnic!" The monster blinked confused in response.

"VEGETA! DON'T JUST STAND THERE!! BLOW IT UP OR WHATEVER YOU ALWAYS DO!!" Bulma screeched. Vegeta looked on her confused.

"Why?"

"Because if you don´t, that monster might EAT US!!" She screeched.

"Why?"

"Because its a monster looking for a snack!!!" She squealed. Vegeta blinked again.

"What makes you say that? Maybe it has just had a bad childhood..."

Unable to take anymore, Bulma fainted.

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"*sob* and then...and then he said I only cared for myself and called me a big, fat, non-stop-eating salamander!"

"NO!"

"*Whimper-sob* yes!"

Bulma groaned as she sat up, rubbing her head. She was laying on a blanket, her jacket working as a pillow for her. Looking around, she saw Trunks was laying, peacefully snoozing, while Vegeta....was talking with the monster! The Sayain No Ouji was peacefully sitting with a cup of tea along with the monster. And it seemed like they where talking about love-problems.......

"I´m telling you, Aisha, you are *SO* better off without that Takaro-jerk!" Vegeta scoffed, taking a furious sip of his tea. Aisha (the monster) blinked puzzled.

"You really think so?" Vegeta nodded eagerly.

"Totally! Girl, its a world out there with good-lookin' guys for ya, but tell me, how many do you think will take you for your looks?"

"Uuuhm....none?"

"You don´t know that! Just look at me! I got my wife Bulma, and I know she didn´t *just* take me for the looks!" Vegeta said and winked at Aisha in a way that made her blush.

"You...think they....will take me for another reason?" She muttered shyly. Vegeta smiled, and placed a hand on Aishas scaly knee.

"Aisha dear, what I´m trying to say is....leave Takaro! Spread your wings and fly off! Be free!!" Aisha stood up.

"Yeah! Thats what I´ll do!"

"What are you gonna do?" Vegeta shouted.

"I´m gonna be free!"

"I can´t hear ya girl!"

"*I´m gonna be free!!*"

"One more time! Just SHOUT it out!!"

"I´M GONNA BE FREEEE!!!!!" Aisha roared. She took Vegetas hand and shook it, beaming in gratitude.

"Oh, thankyou SO much for your advices Vegeta! And good luck to you and your wife and son!!"

"Be free girl! Be free!!" Vegeta cheered in response. With that, Aisha laughed and took off into the blue sky.

Bulma sat and was staring blankly.

"What was *that* about?" Vegeta shrugged, grinning.

"Oh just a poor girl who needed a shoulder to cry at."

Bulma groaned and fainted again.