I was going to get this up Friday, but I was busy. Oh well. It's just a stupid little thing that I couldn't get out of my head, so I wrote it down in History. I'll write more if people like it.

Scratch sat on his perch on Dr. Briefs' shoulder. Today was Friday 13th, and he was brimming with bad luck to cause.

He leapt from Dr. Briefs' shoulder and raced down the halls of Capsule Corp. determined to bring bad luck to everyone whose path he crossed.

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Vegeta stepped out of the Gravity Room, covered in sweat and looking for food. He was in one of those rare good moods; today was turning out to be a good training session. He was almost certain he would achieve Super Saiyan.

A small black form streaked in front of his feet, which Vegeta promptly tripped over. "What the hell happened?" he asked aloud. He shrugged it off, and picked himself off the ground. He banged his head on the ceiling, which was magically way lower than it should have been. He looked up, and the ceiling jumped back to where it was supposed to be, as if nothing had happened at all. "What's going on? Why was the ceiling so low?" he asked angrily.

Vegeta made his way downstairs, tripping over himself several more times, and he ran into a wall twice. His good mood had deteriorated rather quickly. He lightly seated himself, and the chair immediately fell apart, followed by the table.

"AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

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Scratch purred in delight. He had managed to thoroughly piss Vegeta off, and he still couldn't go Super Saiyan. Now who's to be the next victim?

His answer turned around the corner. Oh, Scratch was going to enjoy this!

Yamcha shoved his hands in his pockets; he had a smug look on his face. Tonight he had a date with Bulma, and he was certain he would get lucky. The pathetic fool didn't take into account that today was Friday 13th, and the only type of luck was bad.

Scratch waited till Yamcha was in range, and took off down the hall, making sure Yamcha had seen him.

Yamcha scratched his head. Dr. Briefs' cat sure was in a hurry to get somewhere, he thought to himself. He continued on his way, and fell down the stairs, breaking his leg in the process.

"Damn it!" he yelled. "There goes my date tonight!"

Back in the kitchen, Vegeta heard everything. Curious, and always eager to rub something in the pathetic human's face, he went to investigate.

He burst out laughing immediately. The woman's boyfriend was lying on the floor, and his leg was twisted at an unnatural angle. It was obviously broken.

"Ha ha!" he laughed. "Idiot. Now what are you going to do?"

Yamcha ignored the Prince. Instead, he pulled himself up by the rail, leaning on his uninjured leg. "Damn cat," he grumbled, "making me trip down the stairs and break my leg."

Vegeta ceased his laughter. "How can a cat make you trip and break your leg? I think you're just making excuses to make up for your lack of coordination."

Yamcha scowled at Vegeta. "No, you idiot, today's Friday 13th. If a black cat crosses your path, it means bad luck."

Vegeta was livid. "That cat crossed my path too! It made the ceiling fall on my head!"

"Let's go kill the cat!"

Vegeta pulled a senzu bean out of a wormhole and gave it to Yamcha. They both prowled off in search of Scratch.

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Scratch scurried away, not wanting to be the brunt of Vegeta and Yamcha's wrath. Sure, he could probably take Yamcha, but Vegeta was way too much for the mischievous cat.

Scratch found Dr. Briefs in the lab, working on some new experiment with his daughter. He leapt up on the scientist's shoulder, as if he had been there all along.

Vegeta and Yamcha crashed through the wall. "I sense the cat here," Yamcha said stupidly.

"No shit, Sherlock, he's right there!" Vegeta yelled, pointing at Dr. Briefs' shoulder.

They both powered up, yelling rather unnecessarily, and charged. Bulma, hearing all this turned around, and her stare stopped both men dead in their tracks. "What are you two doing?" she asked icily.

"We were g-going to kill your dad's cat b-because it gave us bad luck," Yamcha stuttered meekly.

Bulma's expression grew terrible. Her once beautiful face contorted into something ugly and terrifying. "You idiots! There is no such thing as bad luck! You cannot go around blaming poor little Scratch for your bad day! And besides, Scratch is not an it, Scratch is a he! And I am sick and tired of your impulsiveness, Yamcha! It's over between us!" Bulma stood panting, her rant being over, then turned back to her work. The discussion was over.

Yamcha was furious. His day was not going well; he broke his leg, was forced to join with Vegeta, and now Bulma dumped him. And he didn't dare disobey Bulma, so he couldn't make the creature that did this to him pay. He left the room in a huff, and proceeded to destroy all the black cats in the world, including Phantom.

The Petulant Purple Princess was absolutely furious at the murder of her pet, not to mention the rest of the black cats, which were her favorite kind of cat. She hunted Yamcha down and did the same thing to him that she did to the guy who shot her precious Phantom with a BB gun.(1) It wasn't pleasant. To appease the angry youth, Yamcha personally hunted down the dragonballs and wished Phantom and the rest of the black cats back to life.

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(1) This actually happened. Never did find the guy, but I was pissed. Just some useless information

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