Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pink Shirt ❯ Part Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Okay, so I dont own em, I just use em for my own personal use lol.

 

A/N: Okay this is it, I'm gonna wrap this fic up in part seven, too many parts all way too short. Sorry guys.

 

PG - Have no idea why, some minor offensive language maybe?? Um, yeah thats about it.

 

 

 

 

 

PINK SHIRT

 

 

Part Seven

 

 

 

“Where have you been?” snapped the impatient prince, loving the frightened look on the younger Saiya-jin's face. Kakarot's eyes dashed about looking for an escape route if necessary, he was dreading telling Vegeta about his shirt. Maybe he would understand if he just explained...

 

“Wheres my shirt baka?” Vegeta interrupted his thoughts. As Goku failed to answer, Vegeta took the liberty to push Kakarot even more, “Goten,” he motioned with his arm in a sweeping motion towards the rug rat “said that you were at the dry cleaners. I hope that you didn't ruin my shirt baka,” Goku stuttered a bit, rubbed the back of his head with a nervous smile plastered across his face. “Well, actually, I had to get it cleaned. Um, funny story...” he stopped at the change of facial expression in Vegeta. “So,” the prince cut in, “you damaged it?”

 

Goku started to rattle off about the catastrophe at the restaurant last night, while the sinister prince proceeded in pulling out the “contract” that Goku had signed but only a few days ago. He had already worked out the payment, for every hour Kakarot had the shirt in his possession, he owed an hour of training/sparring with the prince. Sixty six! Sixty six sweet hours of pounding his fists into the third class baka. Kakarot. But that wasn't all. Kakarot was still blissfully unaware of the fine print.

 

The baka finally finished his spiel, and Vegeta was going over the 'payment' with him, Kakarot counting on his fingers to make sure he wasn't over 'paying' the prince. Finally Vegeta had the shirt in his grasp, he checked it over thoroughly. The dry cleaners had done a good attempt at getting the stains out, when he saw the shirt last night before he skipped off home to Capsule Corp. the shirt has soup splatters on one sleeve, spaghetti sauce with some lose spaghetti down the front a slight singe on the front pocket and a few rips. On the back was a few grubby shoe prints from being stapled on the panic of the restaurant goers. However, the shirt still had a slight stain on the sleeve from the soup, singe mark on the pocket, the shirts hem had come lose and there was a little tear at the back. Perfect thought the prince.

 

“So, I'm really sorry about the shirt Vegeta, I tried to look after it but, you know...” the young Saiya-jin began, “I guess I'll make it up to you sparring...” he stopped to watch curious and nervous at Vegeta's widening smile, it was scary. Vegeta produced the contract flattened it out on the table and pointed smugly at something. He looked to see what Vegeta was pointing at, he had to move closer and squint to finally see what it was he was being shown. A gasp escaped his lips, it dawned on him, Vegeta had tricked him, and if he had gone as far as to trick him into signing that, he was sure he was sure to have sabotaged his evening with Chi-Chi too! He grew angry and started to yell at the smug prince, “You! You tricked me! Vegeta! You were there last night weren't you!” he poked a finger at Vegeta's ribs, who was trying not to laugh at Kakarot's outburst. Vegeta grabbed the “contract” up off the table top, and walked towards the open door. Just as he was about to leave he turned and said, “I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow Kakarot, don't be late!”, then he ran out at the reddening Saiya-jin and took to the air when he was far enough out the door.

 

 

THE SMALL PRINT

 

 

I hereby agree to the above terms mentioned, and also, therefore if any damage is inflicted onto the shirt whether intentionally or not agree to; bow down before His Royal Highness - Prince Vegeta and beg for forgiveness. I also, agree to be His personal servant and thank His Royal Highness for the such a privilege.

 

 

 

**A Week Later**

 

 

It had been a week since Vegeta's brilliant plan had worked, he was now enjoying having Kakarot do his every bidding. It was great! Now he didn't plan on having him remain his personal slave forever but he was going to make the most of the time he had. Bulma wasn't at all pleased about the whole situation, for her it meant an extra mouth to feed. However, once Vegeta offered the younger Saiya-jin's services to her she shut up and used it to her advantage. Chi-Chi still was in the dark about the whole thing, having ordered Goku not to say anything to her, he knew the banshee would ruin his fun. Now, where was the baka? He was due for his foot rub...

 

 

END

 

Okay so thats it, again its short I know, and sorry lol I know its dreadful. I'm thinking of doing an alternative ending to this story, this one will be NC-17/R-18. Please let me know what you think of this fic, ouji_samas@yahoo.co.nz