Dangers Of Trick Or Treating

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Chapter 2: Vegeta’s Fear

Vegeta hated Halloween. It was horrible. Not only did the onna make him dress in some sort of ridiculous looking costume, but he was forced to hand out treats to a neverending stream of monsters that seemed to enjoy jumping out from behind bushes or trees to scare the living daylights out of him.

Not that he was ever scared, of course.

He scowled, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Cueball and that ningen bring in the demi brat. He couldn’t believe that the brat had fainted. What a weakling.

“Do you think he’s alright?” asked Bulma, fussing over him as the two humans laid him on the couch.

“Of course, he’s all right, onna. He’s a saiyan. A pathetic excuse for one, but still…a saiyan,” Vegeta said arrogantly, moving out of his place in the shadows.

“Saiyan or not, he’s still a little boy!” Bulma snapped, gazing at him with disdain.

“Hmph. You know nothing of our race,” he stated, completely ignoring the fact that everyone else in the room was snickering.

“Like I want to! Just being associated with you makes me wonder how your race actually survived as long as it did!” Bulma shot back, standing nose to nose with him.

“It survived by wiping out planets such as yours,” he sneered, eyes glittering darkly.

“You’re impossible!” Bulma yelled, shaking her fist at him. “You live on this planet and you still look down on it!”

Vegeta sniffed. “Of course, I am the Prince of all Saiyans. It would be wrong if I didn’t.”

Bulma snarled, wanting to literally tear his throat out. He was so…so…arrogant!! If only she could take him down a peg or two, show him that he wasn’t as high and mighty as he thought he was. If only…

Wait.

She had the perfect idea.

“You know what, Vegeta?” she asked, in a sugary sweet voice that immediately put him on alert. “Since you’re so high and mighty, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind handing out candy this year.”

Vegeta scowled. “Forget it, onna. I will subject myself to that torture again! Those little monsters can get their candy from someone else!”

Bulma smiled. “Well, it’s either that, or…I can take apart the Gravity Room. I’m sure it needs to have something done to it.”

It took a supreme amount of will, but he did manage to keep his jaw from dropping. She wouldn’t! Would she? No, of course not. He was the Prince of all Saiyans, so, naturally, she wouldn’t dare. He tilted his head up, and gave her an arrogant smirk, certain that she wouldn’t follow through with it.

“Do you want to try me Vegeta?” she asked, a note of steel in her voice. Sure, he could act like he was the king of the universe, but the minute you threatened to take away his favorite toy he caved and did whatever you wanted. And sure enough, it looked like she was going to win….again.

Vegeta gritted his teeth. Well, maybe it would be best to go along with it. After all, he couldn’t afford to lose his Gravity Room. It was the only decent training tool on this despicable planet. He nodded slightly, and, ignoring the ecstatic yell from Bulma, left the room, his superman cape swaying as he walked.

One Hour Later…

“Trick or treat!!” came the chorus of voices as they rang the doorbell.

Vegeta scowled as he grabbed the nearby jar of candy and stalked to the door. Those little monsters were getting on his last nerves!! Every five minutes he was forced to abandon his favorite television show and hand out stupid little treats wrapped in ridiculously gaudy paper. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the minute he did open the door, he was mobbed by a pack of them, all reaching for the jar with grubby little hands that looked surprisingly human.

The doorbell rang again, followed by the loud chorus of “Trick or treat!!”

Vegeta grumbled as he yanked open the door to hand out the stupid candy. Little monsters. Always do impatient. It wouldn’t kill them to be a little more considerate, especially when he was trying to watch Star Trek.

“Here!” he snarled, thrusting the candy into several small hands as fast as he could. Within seconds they were gone, running down the sidewalk to the next house in search of more loot.

Vegeta turned to go inside, still grumbling to himself, but stopped when he noticed that something wasn’t quite right.

There was still one left. But…it wasn’t a monster, it was a child. A rather grungy one at that.

He snarled to himself and stalked over to the child.

“What are you still doing here?” he said, glaring down at the child who seemed to be wearing a cloak of sorts.

“Umm…” the boy said, looking down at the ground before hesitantly looking at him.

Hmm…The kid had guts.

“Didn’t I give you candy?” Vegeta demanded, deliberately making his voice sound more harsh than normal. Since the kid didn’t have enough sense to leave on his own, it looked as if he’d have to scare him away.

“Yes, but…”

“But what?” he asked, his patience already wearing thin. That brat had better spit it out, because there was no way he was going to miss seeing Seven of Nine!

“I didn’t get my favorite kind. All I got was lollipops and I don’t like them. They make my teeth hurt.”

He growled. They made heetheeth hurt!? What the hell kind of excuse was that!?

“Well, too bad, brat. You wanted candy, you got it. I don’t think there’s a law saying that I have to give you a certain kind, so get over it!”

The little boy sniffled, rubbing his eyes slightly as tears started to escape. “But…”

“But nothing! Go!” he shouted, glaring daggers at the little nuisance. He turned around, deciding that the problem had been dealt with, but stopped when he heard a voice.

“Excuse me.”

Vegeta turned back around, his eyes now shooting invisible laser beams. “What!?”

“I believe that my son asked you for a different kind of candy,” said the voice coolly.

Vegeta ran his eyes over the figure. He was tall, that much was obvious, with hair that sort of reminded him of the demi brat’s mop, and eyes that glittered in obvious anger.

“I am not required to give that brat anything more than what he has received,” he said haughtily, moving into his ‘I am the prince of all saiyans’ pose.

“Be that as it may, my son gave you a very legitimate excuse as to why he cannot eat the candy you have given him.”

“And?” Vegeta scoffed, making sure the person knew that he considered himself to be the superior in this conversation.

“So, I believe it would be in your best interest to give my son a different kind of candy.”

“And if I don’t?” asked Vegeta, amused by the ningen’s nerve. As if a silly human could do any damage to him!

“You’ll regret it,” said the man, reaching into his cloak and drawing out a wooden stick.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “What is that? A stick? Are you going to poke me to death? Really, I think you can do better than that,” he said.

“Are you going to do as I ask?” asked the man.

Vegeta snorted. “Why should I? You can’t harm me. I’m much more powerful than you.”

“Well, then. I guess I’ll have to show you how wrong you are,” said the man. He raised the stick, and waving it a few times, said “Wingardium Leviosa!!”

Vegeta, obviously, expected nothing to happen, but was surprised when he found himself being lifted into the air. He tried to get down, but found that he couldn’t move at all.

“What did you do to me?” he yelled, struggling as hard as he could.

“Isn’t it obvious?” the man asked. “I lifted you into the air.”

Vegeta snarled, trying to get down, but soon realized that it was no use. Whatever that human had done prevented him from moving so much as an inch.

“Now, will you do as I ask?”

“No!”

The man sighed. “Fine then,” he said, taking out his stick once more. He waved it, said something unintelligible underneath his breath, and the next thing Vegeta knew, he found himself facing his worst nightmare.

One Hour Later…

“Vegeta! Are you in here?”

Bulma walked into the living room, looking for the Saiyan Prince. She hadn’t heard anything from him in over an hour, which was really quite odd. He should have blown something up by now, and the fact that he hadn’t was really starting to bother her.

“Vegeta! Vege-”

She stopped, amazed at what she was seeing. Vegeta was sitting in front of the television, being his normal grumpy self, but…something was off. He looked different.

She looked at him for a few seconds until she finally realized what was different. His hair was….purple! And not only that, he seemed to have candy wrappers stuck to various parts of his body. Bulma blinked, and then quickly burst out laughing.

“Vegeta! What…what happened?” she snickered, trying not to double over in her laughter.

“None of your business, onnna,” he said, looking away from her.

“Oh, come on. Did some kids play some prank on you?” she asked, grinning at the blush that had appeared on his face.

“No, now leave me alone. I want to watch my show!” he snapped.

“Fine, fine,” she chortled as she plopped down on the couch.

“What are you doing?” he asked a few seconds later, once he realized that she had no intention of leaving him to his misery.

“I’m going to watch too yoo you have a problem with that?” she asked, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

Vegeta started to open his mouth to inform her that yes he did have a problem, but quickly stopped, deciding that maybe it would be best to be quiet for once in his life.

“Good,” said Bulma, watching Captain Janeway talk to some weird looking alien.

They spent the next half hour watching the show, and after the last alien had been blown up Bulma stood up and stretched. “Wow, that was a really good episode. I didn’t expect it to end like that. What did you think?” she asked, reaching down to get the now empty bowl of popcorn.

…

“Vegeta?” she asked, glancing up to see what was wrong.

“Are you okay?”

Vegeta didn’t answer, too horrified by what was on the television. It was…it was…HIM. That ningen.

Bulma blinked when she received no answer from the terrified-looking Vegeta, and slowly followed his gaze to see exactly what he was looking at.

She expected something horrible. Some picture of Frieza terrorizing Earth, or Goku participating in an all-you-can-eat contest. Not….a preview for the latest Harry Potter movie.

“Vegeta?” she asked, looking from him to the screen and back again. Surely, he couldn’t be scared of that. No, it had to be something else. Maybe he was afraid that he was not going to get to see it. That could be it.

“If you’re worried that you won’t get to see the movie, don’t be. We’re all going to see it next week. I already bought the tickets,” she said, her brows furrowed as she watched his petrified form.

Vegeta blinked. She what? They were going to see the movie? With that…that…human in it? No, he wouldn’t. He would not go through that again. He slowly shook his head and scrambled off the couch.

“Vegeta? What’s wrong?” Bulma asked, reaching for the saiyan prince as he backed away from her toward the door.

“I swear we’re not going to miss it. Now, come on. The party’s not over yet, and I want to have some fun.”

He shook his head, backing away slowly. “No,” he said in a hoarse voice as he edged out the door.

“No, what?” she asked, confused as to why he was acting this way.

Vegeta opened his mouth to reluctantly tell her, but was cut off when the doorbell rang. He froze.

“Vegeta!” called Mrs. Briefs. “Could you get that please?”

He shook his head, and moved farther away, his eyes widening in disbelief. Surely, they couldn’t be back again!

“Trick or treat!”

He gulped. Not again! He wouldn’t go through it again!

“Vegeta? Wha-?” Bulma asked as he took off down the hall as fast as his Saiyan speed could take him.

Unfortunately, though, he went the wrong way, because less than a second later…

“AGHHHHHH!!!!”

Bulma winced as she heard him scream, followed by the scream of several innocent trick or treaters. Maybe she shouldn’t have made him hand out candy. It seemed to have made him just a tad bit paranoid.

Not that he wasn’t that way already, but still….

Oh, well. He’d get over it.

She smiled and bounded down the hall to the party. Time to have some fun!

End of Chapter 2! Please tell me what you think!!