Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pink Shirt ❯ Part Four ( Chapter 4 )

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 - Rated PG for parental guidance, not that it is necessary, you'll only find a sinister prince in the below fic. However, if you are able to share the joy of dbz fanfiction with your olds, hats off to ya'...

 

A/N: Takes place a year after Buu (not that it is relevant).

 

P I N K S H I R T

 

P A R T F O U R

 

 

As Goku had suspected Chi-Chi didn't take the “conditions” agreement so well. It meant an empty stomach for Goku as Chi-Chi refused to make him dinner and breakfast! But come lunch there was food cooked and waiting for the hungry Saiyan.

 

**Elsewhere**

 

Vegeta was busy making plans for his little trick on Goku. He had earlier found out from his sources (Trunks asked Goten for him) that Chi-Chi and Kakarot would be dining at an exclusive restaurant, they had been saving the money for months so they could go. It was called 'Le Waive' what the hell that meant the Prince had no idea, his further probing into the Sons' plans lead to the discovery that it was in fact their wedding anniversary.

 

Easily locating the restaurant using the Internet, he made a booking under the name 'Sir VJ Van Ruin'ar' which he got a kick out of every time he said it aloud to himself. He would arrive there half a hour before the Sons, that would be enough time to set his plan in place.

 

What Vegeta thought would be easiest part of all proved to be quite the opposite. “Stupid Saiyan mop, why wont you stay down?!” followed by grunts and every imaginable cuss word possible, could be heard coming from behind the closed door of Vegeta's bedroom. There he struggled with his disguise, the name wasn't enough! They'd instantly recognize him with his hair like that!

 

**Hours Later**

 

Vegeta walked triumphantly out of the hardware store. He had given up all hope on his plan and was moping about on the couch when an ad came on one of the t.v channels he had landed on, “Super Hold Gel” was the product. Are you sick of your afro or mop?? Tried everything to slick it down?? Desperately tried everything from oil, grease and super glue? Well, introducing this new revolutionary product... Vegeta was sold.

 

Back at home Vegeta quickly emptied the bag of its contents onto his bed. There it was - Super Hold Gel!! Vegeta's plan was set and ready. ~Yup thats right hardware store lol~

 

He read the instructions on the bottle once over and thought it sounded simple enough. Starting at the roots as it said and finger combing his hair downwards, when it was in place he quickly snapped the rubber band around the 'pony' he had made down his back. 'Well, I think it looks rather cool'.