Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Trouble With Messes ❯ The Trouble With Messes ( One-Shot )

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Warnings: None that I can think off. Slight language and abuse of food. Should be funny, but it probably isn't. I don't know this is my first humor fic. I usually write angst. Read and review please, I would be ever so grateful.

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The Trouble With Messes

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Snowflakes fell silently to the ground, covering the ground in pure white. The wind whipped fiercely about, trying to take on anything and everyone that got in its way. Of course, that never stopped the Saiya-jin no Ouji. No, he continued to fight long and hard against the demons of his past.

And his current obsession.

His current obsession, to beat Kakarot!

The baka was the biggest menace in the whole damned universe. Always smiling, always happy, always there!

Vegeta grunted and began a completed series of punches.

Stupid 3rd class idiot!

A huge ki blast issued forth from his hands and took out a huge cliff, bathing everything in purplish light as it exploded into a million pieces. Vegeta smirked, savoring in the golden glow of his immense power. He wiped some sweet off his brow with a pristinely white glove. He took one more look around at the battled damaged landscape, noticing that it had been turned into a barren wasteland.

The baka would not be pleased.

Vegeta frowned, remembering vividly the love the maroon had for the trees and tall cliffs that had dotted the terrain. Had being in past tense. So, he did exactly what was expected of him.

He shrugged and walked away.

His training was complete for the night and he was hungry. There would definitely be hell to pay if the woman hadn't cooked him his supper.

It took him less then fifteen minutes to get home, and he had been a good half way around the world.

He walked directly into the house, his back straight and with his royal face on. He ignored the scratches he received from plaster bits as he glanced back at the whole he had made in the house. He began looking around the room, making sure the harpy wasn't around.

Bulma was nowhere in sight.

So, he shrugged and walked away.

He sniffed the air as he made his way toward the kitchen, hoping to catch a sent of some of his feast. But alas, he smelt nothing. He moved swiftly through the doors that lead to the kitchen.

The stove was empty.

Vegeta growled. Where the hell was his food?

Bulma then swept through the door, and glared as she saw the Saiya-jin prince.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Vegeta glared.

"Training woman! Where the hell is my food?"

Bulma snorted and moved past him, she opened the refrigerator and found a child size TV dinner. She thrust it in his hands and put her arms on her hips.

"That is all you get you royal pain in the ass! Maybe next time, you will come back in time for dinner and you'll get to eat with the rest of us!"

She huffed and stormed out, leaving a stunned prince behind in her wake. Vegeta glanced at the pathetic thing also known as food on the pathetic planet of earth. He sniffed the box. I sure didn't smell edible.

He flipped it over, looking over the words, and then turned it back to the picture of meatloaf.

Meatloaf and rice. If he hadn't been so hungry, he would have chucked the box back at the Blue haired women when she pulled out this disgusting and extremely small ration. He flipped the box over once more, wincing as he heard his stomach growl menacingly.

Maybe he should give this a try.

Oven - Turn oven on to 350. Remove dinner from the box. Remove plastic wrap from rice. Place on a cookie sheet. Put in oven for 15 minutes. Remove and let cool for 4 minutes. Eat and relish!

Microwave - Open the box. Remove the plastic wrap from rice. Place in the microwave for 5 minutes. Let stand in microwave for 1 minute. Grab a spoon and enjoy!

Vegeta tore open the box and tossed it behind his back. He pulled off the plastic roughly. Unfortunately, he did it all a little too quickly, because the frozen piece of meatloaf flew out of the package and into Vegeta's hair.

Vegeta groaned.

This wasn't going exactly the way it was planned. The meat was supposed to be in the microwave.

He lifted his gloved hand and removed the wiggly meat from his ebony locks and placed it back on the rice. He rubbed vigorously at the stain left on his gloves, cursing Bulma for putting him through this.

He put the food in the microwave. Easy enough.

He read over all the little buttons, trying to figure out the right one to push. Ah! There it is. He pushed the number, the one that said 5. But High Power appeared in flashing lights.

Vegeta cleared off the words, and tried once more but got the same results. Apparently, it needed power. So, he gave it some.

Vegeta powered up, not to Super Saiya-jin, but close enough to feel the power flowing around his being. He positioned his hand on top of the microwave a gave it a small jolt.

Nothing happened. No sparks, no crackling electricity, no nothing.

He tried again, this time with a little more power, and it had some results.

Electricity circle around the microwave, drawing his eyes away form the large black cloud of smoke that was gathering around the machine. The smell of burning food over powered even the smoke as it assaulted all within 20 feet of the crispy meat.

Vegeta pulled it out, gagging as the dark haze surrounded his head. He set the sizzling meat quickly on the table. He then took on the task of removed his utterly destroyed pair of gloves, being careful not to touch the melted plastic. He finally got the gloves off, but all his effort was in vain.

The bubbly red plastic exploded, showering rice all over the kitchen. Vegeta groaned. All he had wanted was some food.

Bulma was going to be pissed, and he was the one she would blame.

He glimpsed around at the mess. The once pleasant kitchen was almost covered in rice with bits of meatloaf for added spice. It was truly gross.

And it would be the death of him if Bulma ever found out.

Why did his life have to be so damn hard?

He flew to the closet, choosing not to walk. He had already lost his gloves to the Earthling's insane food, he would be damned if he lost his boots too.

He pulled out the mop, and held it in a provocative manner at the soiled floor. He would clean up this mess, go up stairs, grab the stupid woman and get some food!

He had it all planned out.

Vegeta grinned and placed the mop on the floor when the realization hit him.

He was the prince of all Sayia-jins! He should not be made to clean as if he were like every other weakling!

He dropped the mop immediately.

He was above all this. He was royalty!

The mop fell to the ground with a thud, landing in a pile of meat and flinging it back in Vegeta's face.

He roared! If there was one thing he hated more then the 3rd class idiots, it was resisting food! That and maybe the woman's deadly mood swings.

He pulled out his bare hand, narrowing his eyes as he saw his fingernails. It would pay for what it did to his gloves; it would pay for what it did to him!

He would make it pay.

Vegeta summoned a large glowing yellow ball in his hand.

If the food wanted to play, he would play by his terms.

He shot the floor, enjoying how it crunched underneath his vast power. And he hadn't even needed a fork.

Then Bulma came down with menace in her eyes.

Now he really wished he had the fork. It could have at least been used as simple protection.

He didn't and Bulma was coming closer.

He was hungry, how the hell could the woman blame him for that?

But that was the trouble with messes, for blaming him was exactly what she did.

"VEGETA!"

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