A/N: Hello, this is my first Fan-Fic ever- Well I mean the first one im
actually writing on the computer.
DISCLAIMER: No of course I do not own DBZ because if I did Vegeta and Bulma
would hate each other- I would be a charter and married to both Piccolo and
Vegeta. In every back round there would be me- riding on a giant pig
yelling in Japanese. Also there would be lots of scenes with Vegeta naked-
Yes I know you all want to see that ~_^ and there'd be plenty more crazy
stuff in there. NONE of the Kakarott's family members would save the day-
Only Vegeta, and Piccolo. And I would make Piccolo a man- ~_^ I'd draw him
a loooong thingy ~_^.
DEADICATIONS: This is dedicated to My sister- Witch is a Fan-Fic Obsesser.
My Best Friend Heather- ::Can't wait till summer:: My Love- He knows who he
is and he means the world to me- ::Really can't wait till summer:: My
friends-Lil' Pat, Majin, Brian, Mike, Jesse, Soul-::Gonna beat him up::-
Uhm, And To any one I have forgotten- If I did not mention your name feel
free to slap the living hell out of me. and prepare to die ~_^.
Well now on to the Fic. I don't really care you people like it or not- But
please Review and tell me your thoughts- Flames accepted- Flames make me
feel good about tracking you down, hacking into your computer and sending
viruses to your hard-drive ).
And this is going to be a short one- but hopefully funny.
It was normal day at the nursing home, old people whining because they're old. In the darken corner of this nursing home was an old rocking chair. In this chair sat a Vegeta, his cold black eyes glared at the window as if he saw someone he hated. His spiky black hair and thin strands of gray all over. Wrinkles lined his worn old face. Vegeta's skinny frail arms draped on the rocking chairs arm rests, his bony fingers gripped the faded wood. The dark night like blue slippers he wore were fit snuggly on his wrinkly feet, and his faded bright blue PJ clothes fit loosely on his tried body. Creek Creek the chair whined loudly as it rocked back and froth. The now old man closed his sleepy eyes and sighed deeply. "Vegeta!" An old voice croaked form the table behind him, "Vegeta!" it repeated again. "What?!" Vegeta opened his eyes rocked the chair more, not bothering to look back at the horrord voice that disturbed him for so long. Another old man stood up and bent over his sliver-metal walker. Vegeta heard loud shuffling sounds form the man that approached. "Vegeta come and join us!" The voice sounded happy and chipper. "NO for that last time Kakarott!" Vegeta croaked loudly. The one known as Kakarott shuffled in front of Vegeta. Two black happy eyes started at him, his wrinkly fingers held on tightly to his cold mental walker. Kakarott's hair, just like Vegeta's, had gray hair sticking out. He smiled brightly, lines of wrinkles bunched up in the corner of his smiling mouth. "Join us! Please!" He exclaimed again. "Oh, how I wish I could kick your ass right now" Vegeta murmured. "What was that Vegeta??" "Nothing Kakarotto just leave me alone, stop trocering me." "But I'm not" "Yes you are. Every day of my life since I meet your sorry ass I've had to deal with you." "Vegeta, That's not very nice" A woman's voice chipped in with disappointment. "No NO! KILL ME NOW!!" Vegeta screamed in horror. One of the nurses walked over to him and leaned down, Her young face hovered in his way between him and Kakarott's throat. "What's wrong Mr. Briefs?" The nurse said happily. "BRIEFS!! THAT NAME!! GOD NO!!" "But. that's your name. Vegeta Briefs.." "NO WOMAN!! IT'S Vegeta! V-E-G-.. Eta! GOT THAT?!" The nurse stepped back slowly, "what??" Vegeta shook his clenched fist at her, "Do you hear me woman?! Vegeta PRINCE OF ALL SAYAINS!!!" "Uh Yeah" The nurse turned around and walked off rolling her green eyes and mumbling, "These old people get weirder and weirder" "Stupid woma.." "Vegeta!!!" The old woman's voice croaked again. Vegeta shifted himself so he was able to see her. Shoulder length blue hair streaked with gray lined the woman's wrinkled face. Two dull blue eyes glared at Vegeta. "What is it Bulma?" He rasped. "Stop being so rude! I swear you're the most stubborn man alive!" Bulma folded her thin arms under her chest, over the bright red T-shirt she wore. "Yeah Vegeta" Another man snickered softly. "Shut up midget!!" Vegeta croaked loudly, his unblinking stare shifted to the other man. "Hmph Some things never change" Krillen stubbed up his nose.(A/n: Or he would if he had one ;x) Vegeta notice the others who sat around the table. Yamcha, Chi-Chi, Oolong. He looks like Bacon Vegeta snickered as he glanced at Oolong. Oolong did in fact look like a piece of bacon shaped as a fat pig. Yamcha had clearly lost all his looks, His face was like a big wrinkley blob with eyes, eyebrows, a nose, and a mouth, arms, legs and clothes. Plus he had a big shining bald spot were his hair has fallen out. And Chi-Chi looked the same, Just a bit older looking but non-or-less the same. Vegeta just sighed and turned around, Kakarott was still standing there, talking to himself, or something. Vegeta closed his heavy eyelids, but then he heard a loud sound of the doors the room opening and in stepped.
A/N: Well how was that?? Good I hope! I'll write more tomorrow! ^_^ Hope ya'll like it PLEASE review!
It was normal day at the nursing home, old people whining because they're old. In the darken corner of this nursing home was an old rocking chair. In this chair sat a Vegeta, his cold black eyes glared at the window as if he saw someone he hated. His spiky black hair and thin strands of gray all over. Wrinkles lined his worn old face. Vegeta's skinny frail arms draped on the rocking chairs arm rests, his bony fingers gripped the faded wood. The dark night like blue slippers he wore were fit snuggly on his wrinkly feet, and his faded bright blue PJ clothes fit loosely on his tried body. Creek Creek the chair whined loudly as it rocked back and froth. The now old man closed his sleepy eyes and sighed deeply. "Vegeta!" An old voice croaked form the table behind him, "Vegeta!" it repeated again. "What?!" Vegeta opened his eyes rocked the chair more, not bothering to look back at the horrord voice that disturbed him for so long. Another old man stood up and bent over his sliver-metal walker. Vegeta heard loud shuffling sounds form the man that approached. "Vegeta come and join us!" The voice sounded happy and chipper. "NO for that last time Kakarott!" Vegeta croaked loudly. The one known as Kakarott shuffled in front of Vegeta. Two black happy eyes started at him, his wrinkly fingers held on tightly to his cold mental walker. Kakarott's hair, just like Vegeta's, had gray hair sticking out. He smiled brightly, lines of wrinkles bunched up in the corner of his smiling mouth. "Join us! Please!" He exclaimed again. "Oh, how I wish I could kick your ass right now" Vegeta murmured. "What was that Vegeta??" "Nothing Kakarotto just leave me alone, stop trocering me." "But I'm not" "Yes you are. Every day of my life since I meet your sorry ass I've had to deal with you." "Vegeta, That's not very nice" A woman's voice chipped in with disappointment. "No NO! KILL ME NOW!!" Vegeta screamed in horror. One of the nurses walked over to him and leaned down, Her young face hovered in his way between him and Kakarott's throat. "What's wrong Mr. Briefs?" The nurse said happily. "BRIEFS!! THAT NAME!! GOD NO!!" "But. that's your name. Vegeta Briefs.." "NO WOMAN!! IT'S Vegeta! V-E-G-.. Eta! GOT THAT?!" The nurse stepped back slowly, "what??" Vegeta shook his clenched fist at her, "Do you hear me woman?! Vegeta PRINCE OF ALL SAYAINS!!!" "Uh Yeah" The nurse turned around and walked off rolling her green eyes and mumbling, "These old people get weirder and weirder" "Stupid woma.." "Vegeta!!!" The old woman's voice croaked again. Vegeta shifted himself so he was able to see her. Shoulder length blue hair streaked with gray lined the woman's wrinkled face. Two dull blue eyes glared at Vegeta. "What is it Bulma?" He rasped. "Stop being so rude! I swear you're the most stubborn man alive!" Bulma folded her thin arms under her chest, over the bright red T-shirt she wore. "Yeah Vegeta" Another man snickered softly. "Shut up midget!!" Vegeta croaked loudly, his unblinking stare shifted to the other man. "Hmph Some things never change" Krillen stubbed up his nose.(A/n: Or he would if he had one ;x) Vegeta notice the others who sat around the table. Yamcha, Chi-Chi, Oolong. He looks like Bacon Vegeta snickered as he glanced at Oolong. Oolong did in fact look like a piece of bacon shaped as a fat pig. Yamcha had clearly lost all his looks, His face was like a big wrinkley blob with eyes, eyebrows, a nose, and a mouth, arms, legs and clothes. Plus he had a big shining bald spot were his hair has fallen out. And Chi-Chi looked the same, Just a bit older looking but non-or-less the same. Vegeta just sighed and turned around, Kakarott was still standing there, talking to himself, or something. Vegeta closed his heavy eyelids, but then he heard a loud sound of the doors the room opening and in stepped.
A/N: Well how was that?? Good I hope! I'll write more tomorrow! ^_^ Hope ya'll like it PLEASE review!