Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pink Shirt ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: All Dragonball Z characters, and storyline etc, aren't a product of my imagination. This story is for fun and to humour my depraved self.

 

PG - A pointless story meant for laughs. Written years ago after my fourth form exams, spent more time in the exams writing fanfiction rather than sitting the exam itself lol. (^_^) Bulma said she'd do my exam for me if I made her the **STAR** of my next fanfic...

 

A/N: Takes place a year after Buu (just so you dont have to ask).

 

P I N K S H I R T

 

P A R T T H R E E

 

Pounding furiously at the thick door, almost bringing it off its hinges, he wouldn't stop until finally Goku came to the door, a happy grin smacked across his face.

 

“Hi Vegeta! Come in, are you here to pick up Trunks? Is that the shirt?” he greeted.

 

“Trunks?”, he questioned puzzled “Heres the stupid shirt!” he shoved it at Goku. Taking a good look at him then to the shirt, “Thanks Vegeta, hope you don't mind. Chi-Chi didn't want to buy a new one”.

 

“Since when did you wear pink? What do you want this thing for? Hn...” he raised an eyebrow at the taller Saiyan. “Well, its to match Chi-Chi's outfit of course”.

 

Feeling just a little gob smacked Vegeta sat there in thought, contemplating how was best to get revenge on Kakarot.

 

*A few minutes later *

 

“So, what took so long?” Goku finally breaking the silence between them. Vegeta looked up at him, “Had to get it off Piccolo, he looked sad when he handed it over, even tried to make me buy it off him! The nerve!' Vegeta blurted out rather uncharacteristically.

 

Then further to Goku's astonishment continued “He's been wearing it too!” amazed at the idea of Piccolo wearing a pink shirt Goku cracked up, “How do you know?”

 

“Look, first I had to fight him to get it back, and secondly theres a stain on it!” pointing at the supposed stain. “You mean that tiny dot Vegeta?” asked Goku pointing and the tiniest dot.

 

“I know! Its huge!” he exclaimed, indicating the size of the dot with his arms open wide. Goku clumsily thought that Vegeta looked like a goof especially since he was saying the tiny dot smaller than the size of an ant was the size of a crater.

 

“I better get going, oh and Kakarot, meet me tomorrow to go over the conditions”

 

“Conditions?”, Goku looked at him, “Yes conditions. For the use of my shirt, midday tomorrow at Capsule Corp.” then with that said and done he stood went to the door, turned back quickly threw in a quick blast and was off.

 

*The Next Day - Midday at Capsule Corp.*

 

Goku wary of Vegeta's “conditions” sat there at the dining table waiting for Vegeta to finish his lunch. He watched as the older Saiyan downed his fifth bowl of fried rice and his seventh drumstick (the chicken kind), Vegeta stopped occasionally to glance at the younger Saiyan, eying him evilly a smirk splaying across his stuffed mouth as he did so.

 

“So Kakarot, tell me, what do you think are fair and just conditions? Hm?” Vegeta questioned.

 

“Umm, well, I think that I should take good care of the shirt...” Goku trailed off.

 

After Vegeta had left yesterday Chi-Chi (unsurprisingly) came in and was about ready to pounce on and throttle Vegeta, he was long gone by then (of course). So, trying to get Chi-Chi to calm down after the ki blast broke the table, he told her of Vegeta's “conditions”. Goku now knew exactly what to say to Vegeta, as Chi-Chi made him rehearse in fear that Vegeta might stop him from using the shirt. That was NOT an option this was Chi-Chi's day!

 

“I should return it in the condition it is now, I should make sure it is clean before returning it to you” Goku continued...

 

“Thats all very well Kakarot, and I have included that in my “agreement” for you” Vegeta cut in.

 

“However, there are still some things that we MUST go over before the signing of the contract. First: the shirt must be kept in a clean tidy state, it must be well kept during the time it is in your hands. Second: Letting fee, this will consist of a hourly rate, for each hour you have MY shirt in your possession you must spar with me for that total amount of time. This rate started as of yesterday at 5:00 pm” Vegeta continued.

 

Goku quite liked the hourly rate thing Vegeta came up with, he was just scared to tell Chi-Chi of the deal. But, if she wanted this to be HER perfect day she'd have to agree.

 

Goku and Vegeta went over the final proposal for the “conditions” before Goku reluctantly signed it. Vegeta gave Goku his copy of the contract, smirking as he noticed Goku didn't read the fine print. Vegeta was going to make this worth his while.

 

A/N: Okay another one done with, whats Veggie-chan up to now?? Reviews to ouji_samas@yahoo.co.nz