Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Interview Madness ❯ Son and Vegetables ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
If you'd like to ask one of the Z characters a question(s), post it in a review OR email, and I'll try to incorporate it in as true to life and as entertaining as possible.
A/N: How original of me...an interview fic. THAT'S never been done before....meh, just read it. I'm sure you'll find SOME humor in it's simplicity.
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ATM: Hey thar everybudday! Likes me accent? No? Oh, I'll talk normal then. Uhmm...oh yeah, I'm here today to have a little chat with a couple of Saiyans. Namely, Goku Son and Vegeta...uhhh...Vegeta.
Vegeta: W-where are we?
ATM: In my basement.
Vegeta: How did we get here?
ATM: (hides box of tools and metal baseball bats) You umm...promised you would hold an interview with me, remember?
Vegeta: I remember no such thing.
ATM: I beat you at poker last night, dontcha remember? Though...you did seem rather hammered.
Vegeta: Hmmmm...that being "hammered" part rings a bell, but I've never played this..."poker" you speak of.
ATM: That's why you lost.
Vegeta: Makes sense to me.
Goku: *yawn* Hey...what the...
Vegeta: What is HE doing here?
ATM: Uhh, his bet was that if you lost...uhmm, you, I mean HE would have to be interviewed too or else...you'd have to...make out with him...and stuff.
Vegeta: GAH! How drunk was I?? I don't remember ANY of this? I would never have agreed to even play if I knew THIS would be the consequence.
ATM: Seriously now, is having to answer a few measely questions as bad as having to tongue tango with Doofus over there? No offense Goku.
Goku: None taken.
Vegeta: I suppose not.
ATM: Good! Then it's settled. You sit there and answer my stupid questions, and you won't have to...
Vegeta: Don't even say it. It's hard not to get mental flashes of the hideous act when you mention it.
ATM: Alrighty then.
Goku: Wait...............what?
ATM: Just sit there and talk when I tell you to.
Goku: Oh. Ok.
ATM: Alrighty then. So uhh...Vegeta, how ya doin'?
Vegeta: My head hurts.
ATM: Okaaaay...and Goku, what about you?
Goku: I'm hungry.
Vegeta: Kami...his mouth is like the vaccuum of space.
ATM: Here Goku, have a cookie.
Goku: Thanks!
Vegeta: How come I don't get a cookie?
ATM: You wanna cookie? It's in Goku's mouth, go get it.
Vegeta: Eugh...I'd rather lick a toilet seat.
ATM: That's...pretty extreme.
Goku: Got milk?
(Long pause)
Goku: So that's a 'No' then?
ATM: So Vegeta, I hear you like trees.
Vegeta: What? Trees? Where did you hear that? I don't give a damn about trees.
ATM: You sit under them a lot.
Vegeta: Well...I prefer the shade.
ATM: So you like trees then?
Vegeta: Wh...this is insane! This isn't an interview! Who asks about trees?!
ATM: Goku, come sit on Veggie's lap.
Goku: Is it Christmas already?
Vegeta: NO!! Alright fine, I LIKE TREES! SATISFIED??
ATM: Quite.
Vegeta: And don't call me Veggie.
ATM: Duelly noted. Goku, what's your favorite food?
Goku: I like fish a lot. In fact, I could go for some fish right now...Catfish...Salmon...Snook...that uhm...blow up kind.
Vegeta: Oh god...
ATM: That's nice Goku.
Goku: You like fish too?
ATM: No, I hate fish.
Goku: More for me then.
ATM: Yeah. Anyway, Vegeta, what do you think of my fanfics?
Vegeta: I've read better. MUCH better in fact.
ATM: How much better?
Vegeta: An Aardvark with a pencil stuck up its ass could write better taking a shit.
ATM: That was...interesting.
Goku: Why'd he choose the aardvark of all animals?
ATM: I don't know...say Veggie...
Vegeta: DON'T CALL ME THAT!!
ATM: ...you know who you remind me of?
Vegeta: God?
ATM: No silly, Jimmy Neutron!
Vegeta: NANI?!?
ATM: Whoa there, no need to get all Japanese on me Veggie boy.
Vegeta: I should kill you!! And...take your car keys!!
ATM: I don't have a car.
Vegeta: Ugh, then what's the point...
Goku: It's OK Vegeta...
Vegeta: Huh? Don't touch me...fool.
ATM: Has Vegeta always had angerment...issues?
Goku: Oh yeah, but tis a grain of rice in a burrito of problems with this lonely man.
Vegeta: I'm not lonely! I can hear both of you talking about me! "Angerment" isn't even a word!
Goku: I hear he has a lot of "other" problems if you catch my drift.
ATM: I hear ya loud and clear. *winks*
Vegeta: I DO NOT!! You mealy mouthed crotch pheasant!
ATM: A wha-?
Goku: He calls me that all the time. I don't get it either.
ATM: Ah. Well let's end things here for now...My butt hurts, and your faces annoy me. So...get out of my house.
Goku: Ok!
Vegeta: HOW DARE YOU SAY MY FACE IS ANNOYING!
ATM: Shut up! And let the door hit you on the way out! Calling me a crotch pheasant...*mumbles*
A/N: Only in a fanfic can you so horribly insult the Prince of all...6 or 7 Saiyans...? If you have something you'd like to ask or say to one of the Z characters, put your question/comment in a review or email, and I'll add it into a future chapter. Isn't that exciting??
ATM: What are you still doing in my house??
Goku: I found more cookies and--
ATM: GET OUT!!
Goku: Ok ok!
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A/N: How original of me...an interview fic. THAT'S never been done before....meh, just read it. I'm sure you'll find SOME humor in it's simplicity.
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ATM: Hey thar everybudday! Likes me accent? No? Oh, I'll talk normal then. Uhmm...oh yeah, I'm here today to have a little chat with a couple of Saiyans. Namely, Goku Son and Vegeta...uhhh...Vegeta.
Vegeta: W-where are we?
ATM: In my basement.
Vegeta: How did we get here?
ATM: (hides box of tools and metal baseball bats) You umm...promised you would hold an interview with me, remember?
Vegeta: I remember no such thing.
ATM: I beat you at poker last night, dontcha remember? Though...you did seem rather hammered.
Vegeta: Hmmmm...that being "hammered" part rings a bell, but I've never played this..."poker" you speak of.
ATM: That's why you lost.
Vegeta: Makes sense to me.
Goku: *yawn* Hey...what the...
Vegeta: What is HE doing here?
ATM: Uhh, his bet was that if you lost...uhmm, you, I mean HE would have to be interviewed too or else...you'd have to...make out with him...and stuff.
Vegeta: GAH! How drunk was I?? I don't remember ANY of this? I would never have agreed to even play if I knew THIS would be the consequence.
ATM: Seriously now, is having to answer a few measely questions as bad as having to tongue tango with Doofus over there? No offense Goku.
Goku: None taken.
Vegeta: I suppose not.
ATM: Good! Then it's settled. You sit there and answer my stupid questions, and you won't have to...
Vegeta: Don't even say it. It's hard not to get mental flashes of the hideous act when you mention it.
ATM: Alrighty then.
Goku: Wait...............what?
ATM: Just sit there and talk when I tell you to.
Goku: Oh. Ok.
ATM: Alrighty then. So uhh...Vegeta, how ya doin'?
Vegeta: My head hurts.
ATM: Okaaaay...and Goku, what about you?
Goku: I'm hungry.
Vegeta: Kami...his mouth is like the vaccuum of space.
ATM: Here Goku, have a cookie.
Goku: Thanks!
Vegeta: How come I don't get a cookie?
ATM: You wanna cookie? It's in Goku's mouth, go get it.
Vegeta: Eugh...I'd rather lick a toilet seat.
ATM: That's...pretty extreme.
Goku: Got milk?
(Long pause)
Goku: So that's a 'No' then?
ATM: So Vegeta, I hear you like trees.
Vegeta: What? Trees? Where did you hear that? I don't give a damn about trees.
ATM: You sit under them a lot.
Vegeta: Well...I prefer the shade.
ATM: So you like trees then?
Vegeta: Wh...this is insane! This isn't an interview! Who asks about trees?!
ATM: Goku, come sit on Veggie's lap.
Goku: Is it Christmas already?
Vegeta: NO!! Alright fine, I LIKE TREES! SATISFIED??
ATM: Quite.
Vegeta: And don't call me Veggie.
ATM: Duelly noted. Goku, what's your favorite food?
Goku: I like fish a lot. In fact, I could go for some fish right now...Catfish...Salmon...Snook...that uhm...blow up kind.
Vegeta: Oh god...
ATM: That's nice Goku.
Goku: You like fish too?
ATM: No, I hate fish.
Goku: More for me then.
ATM: Yeah. Anyway, Vegeta, what do you think of my fanfics?
Vegeta: I've read better. MUCH better in fact.
ATM: How much better?
Vegeta: An Aardvark with a pencil stuck up its ass could write better taking a shit.
ATM: That was...interesting.
Goku: Why'd he choose the aardvark of all animals?
ATM: I don't know...say Veggie...
Vegeta: DON'T CALL ME THAT!!
ATM: ...you know who you remind me of?
Vegeta: God?
ATM: No silly, Jimmy Neutron!
Vegeta: NANI?!?
ATM: Whoa there, no need to get all Japanese on me Veggie boy.
Vegeta: I should kill you!! And...take your car keys!!
ATM: I don't have a car.
Vegeta: Ugh, then what's the point...
Goku: It's OK Vegeta...
Vegeta: Huh? Don't touch me...fool.
ATM: Has Vegeta always had angerment...issues?
Goku: Oh yeah, but tis a grain of rice in a burrito of problems with this lonely man.
Vegeta: I'm not lonely! I can hear both of you talking about me! "Angerment" isn't even a word!
Goku: I hear he has a lot of "other" problems if you catch my drift.
ATM: I hear ya loud and clear. *winks*
Vegeta: I DO NOT!! You mealy mouthed crotch pheasant!
ATM: A wha-?
Goku: He calls me that all the time. I don't get it either.
ATM: Ah. Well let's end things here for now...My butt hurts, and your faces annoy me. So...get out of my house.
Goku: Ok!
Vegeta: HOW DARE YOU SAY MY FACE IS ANNOYING!
ATM: Shut up! And let the door hit you on the way out! Calling me a crotch pheasant...*mumbles*
A/N: Only in a fanfic can you so horribly insult the Prince of all...6 or 7 Saiyans...? If you have something you'd like to ask or say to one of the Z characters, put your question/comment in a review or email, and I'll add it into a future chapter. Isn't that exciting??
ATM: What are you still doing in my house??
Goku: I found more cookies and--
ATM: GET OUT!!
Goku: Ok ok!
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