Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ Increasing Irony ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: I know I've been twisting a few other genres in this story - going
from completely lustful to strangely amusing - but I'd really like to
experiment with this one. Don't worry - I have a pretty good idea of
where I'm trying to go Please review! I love reviews

Disclaimer: I own the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet. Hee
hee

"NANI?!?! What do you mean we ran out of the G-39 chips?! You baka, go
get me new stock, NOW!"

Mrs. Briefs came running into Bulma's lab after hearing her outburst.
It was shocking, Bulma never treated office workers like that. Ever!
She was sure that it was either a terrible case of PMS or something to
do with Yamucha.

"HOW DARE YOU LET HIM USE THEM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!" Bulma cried,
throwing whatever she could at her "baka" secretary.

"Bulma honey," Mrs. Briefs said soothingly, "Why don't I make you some
tea? You've been so stressed!"

"No," Bulma growled, eyeing her mother angrily.

"Well, it won't do you any good to keep yelling at everyone."

"Hmph. Mother, please leave me alone. Perhaps we could talk later -
HEY YOU! YOU BETTER COME HERE AND EXPLAIN TO ME WHY I HAVE NO MORE GOD
DAMN COMPUTER CHIPS!"

Mrs. Briefs sighed and watched Bulma stalk over to a very, very scared
looking man.

"What has come over my daughter?"

~~**~~

Piccolo was meditating near the Galapagos islands, hoping he would
catch up on much needed peace.

He was, needless to say, not amused to see Vegeta making his way
towards him.

"Hmm... Yes, Vegeta? What is it you've come here for?"

"Piccolo, I would very much like to spar with you, if you wouldn't
mind."

"N-Nani?!"

"Goku fainted, so we weren't able to."

"Er... I suppose..."

"Thank you! I was hoping you would say yes!"

Piccolo's mind went blank for a few seconds. Maybe I finally reached
the sacred place where the world has been changed for good, he
thought. Maybe my meditation has really paid off!

"Piccolo, are you all right?"

That's when he was sure he wasn't dreaming.

~~**~~

"Hello?"

"Chi Chi?"

"Oh hello, Mrs. Briefs! How are you?"

"I'm fine dear, but Bulma isn't."

"Oh goodness, is Bulma sick?"

"No, but she's been acting very odd lately. I was wondering if
anything happened to her?"

"Not that I know of, gomen. I'll try to find out though."

"Thanks Chi Chi, oh, and don't forget it's Mr. Brief's and my
anniversary next week! Hope to see you and everyone there!"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

~~**~~

Vegeta returned home the next evening very hungry. It was late, and he
didn't want to wake anyone up, so he attempted to make something by
himself.

Hmm, he thought. Instant noodles! Ripping open the top of the plastic
bowl, he poured some water from the fridge into it. Flaring his ki
just a little, he warmed it in his hands.

"This won't do for a meal, but I will wait till morning when there is
an available spread of food."

After carefully finishing up the contents, he threw the bowl into the
trash can and was on his way to walking out of the kitchen when he ran
into Mr. Brief's.

"Why, hello Vegeta. You missed dinner this evening, we were wondering
where you went."

"Oh, I was just raining with Piccolo. How was your day, Mr. Brief's?"

"Uh... it was very good, yes, except maybe for Bulma's running tantrum
this morning."

"Mm, yes, she is quite the firecracker. Well, I'm off to bed now. Good
night!"

"Well now... good night, sonny."

Dr. Brief's scratched his head. "What was in that pot roast we had?"