Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Never Test a Saiyan Prince ❯ Never Test A Saiyan Prince ( One-Shot )

Summary: During a testing that goes totally wrong (with Vegeta as the guinea pig), Bulma gets the surprise of her life. It's Vegeta…but it's not the same arrogant bad ass Saiyan Prince you all know and love! XD

I'm actually writing a pointless, stupid, and funny (hopefully its funny) fic on Bulma and Vegeta. Well Vegeta mostly. Please enjoy!

~ Jezika-The Girl Who Cried Oro

Warning!: Veggie torture! XD

Never Test a Saiyan Prince

"Come on, woman! I don't have all day. I want to get this finish and get out of this stupid contraption so I could continue my training!" The Saiyan Prince boomed in the machinery he was in. Though most of his voice was unheard of since of the mask he was wearing. Bulma still heard her husband loud and clear.

"Hold on, Vegeta. The testing won't take long. Be patient." Bulma replied as she began to press a few buttons on the keyboard.

"Woman! You know I don't have that patience to do this!"

"Stop being an ass and hold on!" She yelled.

A sixteen-year-old Trunks walked downstairs to his mother's lab. "Hey mom, can I go-" He soon paused when he saw his father in his mother's newest creation. He gulped for a second. 'I can't believe dad would help with mom with a testing on one of her prototype machines. Doesn't he know how dangerous that could be? It could get even a Saiyan killed! My father is crazy…I'll ask mom later…I better go back up before I get myself killed…' he thought as he scurried back upstairs.

Vegeta blinked at the staircase. 'Was that his older brat?' The Saiyan prince thought curiously. He shrugged it off, but wondered why his son went back up in such a hurry.

"Okay…almost finished…" She then pressed one last final button. "Enter!" she yelled. And then there was a big explosion. Smoke appeared in the area blinding her for a few moments. She coughed and soon her eyes widened in fright. "Oh no! Vegeta!"

When the smoke cleared, she saw the machine all torn and broken and her midget of a husband sprawled across the floor covered in some of the metal parts. "Geta, honey! I'm coming!"

Bulma jumped from one metal part to the next, trying to reach her dear husband. When she reached her husband, she pounded on his chest. "Vegeta! Are you still alive? Vegeta?"

'Maybe he still needs some air because of all that smoke?' she thought and tilted the Saiyan's head and placed her soft lips on his own putting air in him (CPR in other words). She kept doing that, and soon she made connection (though I think lip connection is enough for today. ^.~)

He leaned his head up coughing. She then charged a full out hug on her husband, her eyes teary in the corner. "You're still alive! You're still alive! Thank goodness! I thought I killed my own husband!"

He coughed some more, confused at the predicament. "Why would you say that, Bulma?"

Bulma's eyes widened and she placed a hand on his forehead. "You must be sick."

Vegeta blinked for a minute and sat up. He coughed a bit and then asked; "Now why would you say I was sick."

"Because you didn't call me woman like you usually do." Bulma answered a bit worry. His forehead wasn't burning or anything. He seemed normal and he looked normal. But her instincts told her things didn't seem right.

She hugged Vegeta and he hugged back. He was really confused with the situation. "Is something wrong?" He asked.

She shook her head, her arms still around him. "No…you're all right and that all that matters."

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[The Next Day 6:12] *The sound of typewriting in the background*

The sun seamed through the blinds of her window and danced upon the sheets and blanket of her bed. Bulma's form was on the mattress of the bed, a blanket covered her body and a few strands of that aqua hair covered her face. The bright light woke her up. Bulma slowly sat up and yawned, rubbing her eyes obviously still tired.

She looked beside her. No one was there. Bulma shrugged it off. Vegeta was never there when she woke up unless he had a long night or that they were doing 'special activities' in bed. He woke earlier than her just to train. That's mostly what he usually does nowadays…ok, since they married.

The middle aged-woman went to the closet and then to the bathroom to take a piss and go shower to clean herself up and of course brush her teeth. Her morning halitosis (a.k.a bad breath) could sure knock someone off!

After her shower, she went downstairs to get some breakfast. As she went toward the kitchen, her nostrils were filled with a smell that was making her mouth water. Who was cooking? She knew for a fact that the robots couldn't cook something this delicious. And Trunks hated the culinary arts and today wasn't anything special.

When she entered the kitchen she saw a figure near the stove flipping flapjacks. She gasped and rubbed her blue eyes trying to see if it was real or not. It can't be real can it? It was impossible! She looked up again-yep it was real.

It was Vegeta--cooking! Flipping flapjacks I might add…and was he wearing Chi Chi's horrible looking pink apron that she had forgot a few weeks ago?

"Come in and sit down Bulma dear. It's time for breakfast!" He replied showing a cheerful grin on his face. Okay…happy grins look good on Goku and most of the population on this blue and green planet, but it looked way scary on Vegeta! (I'm shivering in my boots right now! XD)

She slowly walked to the table and sat down, her blue eyes still wide open. 'Okay…this is just a dream…don't worry about it Bulma. That explosion did nothing to Vegeta. It isn't your fault, since it's just a dream. You're just hallucinating…just close your eyes and count to three and it'll all be gone.' Her mind told her and so she closed her eyes and counted to three. "One…two…three!" She opened her eyes and saw someone putting a plate of fresh homemade pancakes.

She looked up and saw Vegeta with a happy smile on his face…and still wearing that horrendous pink apron of Chi Chi's. She screamed and almost fainted.

She leaned against the wall, holding her chest breathing stiffly. Her heart pounded hard on her chest. Okay, so she wasn't dream exactly.

"Bulma, why did you scream?" Vegeta asked in puzzlement. What was wrong with his wife? Of course he didn't know…duh.

Two other forms walked into the kitchen. The taller one was a teenager with gay lavender hair, but it looked hot on him so to say. The smaller one was a female toddler who had the same aqua hair as her mother. In her arms was a teddy bear. There children who were named after undergarments. Trunks and Bra. Poor Bra had to be named after that…

As Trunks walked into the kitchen, both his eyes were half close, his ray of vision a bit blurry this morning and he was slouching. "Who screamed…it woke me up…what time is it? Did Miss Jenkins (a robot) make breakfast yet…" He paused and looked over to where his parents were. His parents looked at him and his little sister. First he looked at his mom who was leaning on the kitchen wall. And over at the table was his father in a pink apron. He blinked once. Twice. Three times. You're out!

Another scream could be heard throughout the premises.

Trunks was leaning on the wall just outside their kitchen breathing hard in the same state as his mom was just a few moments ago. It was just a hallucination…a bad hallucination that is. He popped his head back in and peeked. There was his sister just a few feet from him, hugging her teddy bear…his mom still leaning on the wall…and his dad still wearing that hideous pink apron…Trunks dropped to the floor. "So it was true…someone pinch me…Ow!" He yelped as he rubbed his arms. "I didn't mean literally Bra!"

"You said pinch me! So I did! And what does leetwallwary mean?" She asked.

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[That Same Day 2:36 PM] *The sound of typewriting in the background*

Bulma went down to her lab after breakfast. And to tell you the truth, it was strange…but boy! Those pancakes were good! Who knew the Geta could cook so well. It was upsetting to say the least that her husband cooked better than her…

Well…uh back to the lab business, Bulma went to her lab to see what her machine caused Vegeta to act like this. Since of the messed up testing of her prototype machine…Vegeta wasn't acting like himself.

Meanwhile in the living room…

"Stop being such a bastard Trunks!" A voice yelled.

"I'm not who's being the bastard here Goten! I spotted her first! She likes me better!" The lavender haired demi Saiyan roared.

"Just because you're some rich macho kind of guy, doesn't mean she liked you better!" Goten argued glaring at his friend and at the moment; former best friend.

"Shut up! She doesn't like me because of that! Its not my fault I'm more handsome and charming then you-" Trunks was cut off when Goten tackled him to the ground hard.

They wrestled each other out of fury and madness against each other. "Show off!" Goten yelled. "Fuck you!"

He punched Goten in the face and they both stood up eyeing each other. "No thank you. I don't fuck guys! I'm not gay!"

"Your gay lavender hair is!" Notice the emphasis in the words 'gay' and 'lavender'.

"My lavender hair is not gay!"

They continued to fight causing a vase to fall hard to the floor, shattering into small pieces. Of course they ignored it. It's a good thing they didn't use ki blasts now or they'll be a whole load of destruction coming their way and a whole lot of trouble coming from their folks.

Soon, a pair of strong hand pulled them apart roughly. The two teenage boys were breathing hard, still shooting daggers at each other with their eyes.

They soon realized it was Vegeta who put the physical fight to a stop. "Stop it this instant! I'm ashamed at you Trunks by attacking Goten this way! And it's the same with you Goten! What is the matter with you two simpletons!?" He yelled as he had two hands on each of one of the boy's shoulders.

"He's the one who started it." Goten scorned.

"Hn. Yeah right, Goten. Stop lying you mama's boy!" Trunk retorted with a smirk. Goten scowled and clenched his teeth hard. He was not a mama's boy! That was Gohan.

Goten was about to attack, but Vegeta stopped him. "Stop acting like children! Now let's settle this safely."

Goten and Trunks had surprised looks on their faces, replacing the angry expressions they had earlier. Vegeta was never known to settle an argument safely.

"Now boys…" He started as he put both of his hands, his fingers forming two peace signs, v^_^v "Now repeat after me. Love and Peace. Love and Peace."

Two loud Saiyan could be heard hitting the floor and one more near the entrance of the Lab.

"I can't hear you! Say it! Love and Peace!" He yelled, still holding the peace sign.

Without him noticing it, Goten and Trunks walked away. Trunks whispered something to the black haired boy's ear. "Come on. Let's go. Lets forget about that girl and our fighting and become friends again."

Goten nodded in agreement. "Yeah…or your dad might get more stranger…that was totally scary…"

"I know what you mean. You see, this morning, he wore your mom's pink apron and made pancakes…" Trunks explained and shivered.

"Hey…isn't that the same pink apron I made for my mom for Christmas…" He replied as the two walked out of the door heading to another destination.

Bulma got up from the floor she fell and walked up to her husband. She heard and saw Vegeta sighed. Then the Saiyan Prince looked at her. "I don't think my speech got to them even when they became friends again."

She grinned and chuckled nervously as she placed over of her hands on her husband's muscular hard shoulder. Oh please let him return to normal…as much kind as he is, it wasn't the same Saiyan she remembered…this one was too scary for her own good.

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[That Night 10:40 PM] *The sound of typewriting in the background*

Bulma had found the realization to her problem! Since of the explosion, Vegeta must have knocked his head hard…even if his own head is as hard as a rock or was it steel? Oh who cares!

The machine was meant to relax yourself and make you less tense…and with the knock on his head and the fumes he breathed…it definitely changed him…all she could do was hope he turned back to normal again. Maybe she should hit him on the head? No-that might turn him feminine then. And there was no way in hell that she would want everyone to know she was married to some gay acting guy. The apron was enough to explain that!

"Mommy! Come quick!" Bra said in her young voice. "Papa is doing something funny!"

Bulma looked up and rushed upstairs. Wait-shouldn't Bra be in bed right now? Oh well it was too late. "What is it, honey?"

"Look what papa is doing! It's really funny!" She replied happily as she rushed to watch her father.

Bulma followed her young duplicate of a daughter. Then she stopped, her jaws dropped to the ground. Oh my gosh…oh my gosh! Oh Dende, look!

[Heavenly Realm (a.k.a Kami's lookout)]

"Heh, heh. I am looking!" Dende relaxed in his oh mighty high seat chuckling as he watched the screen while drinking a non-alcoholic Pina Colada. I like Pina Colada and like to dance in the rain. Oh boy, yes I do. ^____^

[Back to Capsule Cooperation 11:05]

"What are you doing Vegeta?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He said with that badass attitude. She sighed. She though for that moment he had gone back to normal. But then his stern face turned into a perky happy face. (::add shivers here::) "I'm dancing!"

And then there were multi-colored light dancing all around the living room and more light shone to show what he was wearing. It was a white dress shirt as well as black dress pants. Oh la la. It looked good on him. But on his spiky head was a hat full of fruits and in both of his hands were fuzzy maracas. Wait-sorry, just plain old maracas.

"Ayayayayaya Areba!" He yelled out and danced to the music.

"Oh my. Oh my…I ruined my husband." And then she fainted into oblivion.

[Capsule Cooperation 5:22] *The sound of typewriting in the background*

"Bulma…"

The blue haired woman tossed and turned her head. Was that Vegeta's voice? He called her Bulma…oh Dende…

"Woman! Wake the damn up and tell that stupid robot to make me breakfast!"

Okay. That was normal. So she woke right up and saw her husband beside her…in his normal clothes. Thank Kami.

"Woman! Aren't you hearing anything I say?" Vegeta asked seriously.

She rubbed her eyes. It was really him. Her Vegeta! Her badass husband that she knew and love! It was the same arrogant Saiyan Prince! Thank the heaven that it was!

She hugged him and kissed him, which made Vegeta clueless. That was Goku's job, but oh well. Now it was his turn right now.

After the hug she ran outside cheering and yelling happily and threw confetti. Wait-where she get the confetti?

o_o' Vegeta stared wide-eyed at his mate dancing and throwing confetti. What was wrong with her? "My mate…is crazy…"

All the way at the heavenly realm…Dende held a few wires in his hand from Bulma's machine. She grinned as he held the wire and a recorded tape. "Oh I wouldn't say that…"

The End

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Jezika: Woo hoo! My first one-shot! So how'd you like it? I know Vegeta was way overboard and OOC, but there was a reason.

Vegeta: You brat! You humiliated me! ::is about attack her::

Jezika: ::whistles and holds out table:: I wouldn't do that if I were you…

Vegeta: Damn brat…where the hell did you get that?

Jezika: ::grins:: Dende! And he recorded everything! All sharp and clear. ::turns back to the readers:: Hey! Well now that you read it, please review for me and maybe tell other about this stupid little story?

Vegeta: I hate you…-.-+

Jezika: ^__^v Yeah I know! Love and Peace!

Vegeta: -__- Shut up…