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Palpitations

4:00 AM 9/6/2008

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball
Z and its characters are a property of Akira Toriyama
and Bird Studio. All non-canon characters

are property of this author.

Quote of the Week: -from Tankobon # 18

Goku: That was amazing!! He actually heard me!!

Kaio-sama: Heh heh...
of course. Now...while we wait for you to come back to life, let's do something
about those ripped-up

clothes of yours...

*Ping*

Kaio-sama: Voila.

Goku: Wow!! An' they're really light!!!

Kaio-sama: Not just light......but made of a powerful fabric that
will repel small attacks.

Goku: Hey, thanks! An' the turtle
symbol's the same! I was afraid you'd stick me with lame clothes like yours!

Chuquita's Corner:/Author's Notes

Vegeta: Says the peasant in the orange pants.

Goku: (pouts) Hey! I like my orange pants. :(

Chuquita: Totally forgot Kaio-sama
could do that "clothes-out-of-thin-air" technique too.

Vegeta: It doesn't have a name, does it?

Chuquita: Not to my knowledge....OH! Welcome to
the oneshot~!

Vegeta: Medical terms?

Chuquita: There's a reason. :3

Goku: (flipping through the tankobon)

Chuquita: It was another 3-way-tie between
quotes; the one I chose, the one where Veggie suggests
making "sport" by having

a bunch of one-on-one fights, and Piccolo
explaining to Gohan that Goku
would make a terrible teacher because he's too soft.

Goku: (pokes his hard arm muscle)

Vegeta: He means in your gut, Kakarrotto.

Goku: I would not want my organs to be hard, Veggie.

Vegeta: (opens his mouth) ... (closes it) Nevermind.

Chuquita: Anyways, this week's oneshot goes waaaaay further back
in time than the previous one; which didn't go back in time

at all, but forward...maybe...?

Vegeta: We'll find out in a few weeks, don't worry.

Chuquita: That is true.

Vegeta: Can I talk about my part in the "adaption".

Goku: (raises an eyebrow) Veggie does not have a
part. Veggie is LUCKY he does not have a part.

Vegeta: (points to himself) (big egotistical grin) I'm
Shenlong.

Goku: Eh?

Vegeta: (whips out a megaphone and some speakers and
talks into it) My dub VA is also the voice of Shenlong in the series.

As he has been cast as Shenlong in the "adaption",
technically that makes me Shenlong.

Goku: Oh....OHHHHHhhhh. :3

Vegeta: (evil smirk) I should give your poor excuse
for a substitute a talking-to he'll not-too-soon forget. Or perhaps I

shall simply use my magical Shenlong
powers to curse him. (wiggles his fingers in the air)

Goku: (to Chu) Has this been confirmed?

Chuquita: Some guys on Daizex's
forums said Mr. Sabat revealed it at Otakon. It hasn't been formally "announced"
though.

Vegeta: (rubs his hands together) I shall smite the
fake-imitation Kakarrotto AND Onna.
And possibly the REAL Onna as well.

Goku: (folds his arms) Veggie.

Vegeta: .... (looks away) Fine. No smiting. (to Chu) How far back exactly are we going?

Chuquita: "Those three years".

Vegeta: (lets out a low whistle) That IS quite a ways
far back there.

Chuquita: Tis' the
beauty of oneshots; I can jump back and forth however
I please. :3 Besides, I need this time frame for

this oneshot's plot. It
wouldn't work without it.

Vegeta: I suppose I could see that.

Chuquita: Let's be on our way then. :3

Goku: Hooray~! X3

Summary: A
fresh-to-earth, bedroomless Vegeta
Oujisama finds his semi-usual training routine broken
up upon learning a secret the Bulma and the others
have been keeping from him; the lavender-hairred boy
from the future forecasted that Son Goku would die of
a terrible disease. Not one to allow mere germs to take down who he believes
himself rightfully should, Vegeta travels to Mt. Paozu intent on stopping Goku
from getting sick in the first place. But how is he to accomplish such an
astounding feat? Will Goku even let the ouji examine him to begin with? And will Vegeta go overboard in his quest to assure his final
remaining peasant's health and well-being?

Find out!

Chapter Titles: Someplace with Lotsa Space l The
Rooms that would One Day Be l Checkup from the neck Down
l

l Son Goku's
questionable fate? l How may I be of service? l Wiggle Room l Rub those Pains Away l

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�� " You know, you can't just
live in my den forever, you're GOING to need to find an actual bedroom to live
in or I'm

going to
kick you out. " Bulma
folded her arms, upset at the sight of seeing her living room turned into a
perpetual, bedless

bedroom for Vegeta; who had utensils on her reading table, a line of
laundry strung across a rope he'd suspended between two

of the
walls, and what little possessions he had placed almost purposely about the
room.

�� " I like this room just
fine; pft, as if I'd move into one of those dinky,
windowless boxes of yours. " Vegeta

huffed as he
stood there before his clothes line, wearing his training short-shorts, socks,
and sneakers, " I've had to live

a good
majority of my life crammed into ridiculously tiny quarters--be it the
spaceships Freeza made us travel in or those

dinky areas
we lived in on his ship which I could most easily compare to a prison cell.
"

�� Bulma sighed, feeling a little
bit guilty, but not enough to allow him to continue to turn her den into his
own

private home,
" Fine. I understand where you're coming from; but there's FOUR ROOMS
available to you if you'd just choose

one.
"

�� Vegeta checked to see if his
gloves had dried yet, they hadn't. He frowned and went back to check on the
beverages

that were
cooling on the table.

�� Glancing over at the line, which held only Vegeta's armor he'd arrived on Earth from Namek in, and the Bad Man outfit

Bulma had comedically bestowed upon him, there wasn't much there, " You shouldn't really be walking around in
short-shorts

and no
shirt either. "

�� " And why is that, oh ruler
of the building? "

�� " Because my mom's been
ogling you all week and I was hoping you'd notice and choose to wear something
less

revealing
because of it. "

�� " ... " Vegeta
looked up at her, surprised. He glanced over his shoulder to see Bunni standing there.

�� " Ignore my daughter, hot
cakes, you look delicious! " Bunni gave him a
thumbs up, then turned to Bulma, "
It's so

nice to
have an attractive young man around who's not ashamed to cover up his assets.
"

�� " ... " the ouji's face went blank as he shifted around uneasily for a
moment before sneaking over to the line and

grabbing his
BAD MAN jacket before putting it on, " I'll take a second look at the
rooms. "

�� " Great. Maybe I can take
you through them before Son-kun and Chi-Chi get here. " Bulma smiled, ushering him down the

hallway
between the kitchen and the living room.

�� " Kakarrotto's
coming? " Vegeta blinked. The smaller saiyajin looked down at himself and flushed, " I can't wear this

if Kakarrotto's coming! I'll look a fool! "

�� Bulma heaved a sigh, " Then put something else on! It's not like Son-kun
cares what you or anyone else wears. The man

would go
through life naked if society gave him the ohkay to
do so. "

�� " I...didn't need that
mental image. " the ouji lightly flushed,
looking away.

�� " What do you care what
Son-kun thinks of your personal appearance anyway? "

�� " I'm his prince. His ruler. The head of the kingdom to
which he belongs. " Vegeta
proudly displayed, " And as such

I need to look my best infront of both Kakarrotto AND my
kingdom. "

�� " Son-kun IS your kingdom;
there's only two of you. " Bulma sweatdropped, " ...can you
even HAVE a kingdom with only

two
people? "

�� " I'm the Saiyajin no Ouji and he is a
peasant; as far as I'm concerned as long as I have at least one peasant, that

counts as a
kingdom. "

�� " That's a very small
kingdom. "

�� " And yet it is one,
nonetheless. " Vegeta smirked. He looked down at
his clothes again, " Perhaps I should at least

put the
white tank-top on underneath... "

�� " ... "

�� " ... "

�� " .....hnnnhaha.
" the ouji flushed again, this time with a
little smile on his face.

�� " Vegeta?
" Bulma raised an eyebrow.

�� " EH!? " Vegeta snapped to attention, then adjusted his jacket so it
held more loosely, showing off even more of his

well-defined
abdominal muscles, " I think I'll go without the tank-top after all.
"

�� " I really don't think I
want to know where your mind temporarily flashed to, but even so Son-kun's coming directly

down to the
lab to see me, I doubt you'll see him at all. " she
continued down the hall before pulling out the keys to the

locked guest
room doors.

�� Vegeta continued to stare down
at his abdomen, " You think it would wow Kakarrotto and cause him to really fall to

his knees
and praise my impressive new physique? " a little
smile crossed his face.

�� " You're still kind of thin
and curvy, Vegeta. "

�� " ... " the ouji pouted at her, " Yeah, well...I won't be once I'm
a SUPER SAIYAJIN! "

�� " Uh-huh. "

�� " ... " Vegeta
stood there for a moment, then took a deep breath and puffed his chest out only
to let go once he had

to
breathe.

�� " Will you COME ON! They'll
be here any second! "

�� The smaller saiyajin snorted, " FINE. "

�� " I don't like this room.
"

�� " Well it is mostly storage
in here; obviously I'd have it cleared and cleaned out for you. "

�� " No, it's not that. This
particular room seems to excrete an aura of preliminary evil. As though it is
awaiting a

force FAR
MORE sinister than I... " Vegeta
wisely stated, suspicious.

�� Bulma eyeballed him, "
What happened to you during that year-long trip searching for Son-kun in outer
space?! "

�� " Lonesomeness, mostly
lonesomeness. " he frowned, " And a bit of maddening, deafenating silence which tested the

sheer limits
of my own personal sanity. "

�� " ...oh. "

�� "
Either way, this storage room...is evil. "

�� Bulma rolled her eyes and
heaved a heavy sigh before shutting and locking the door. She walked back down
in the

other
direction, passing the kitchen once more before reaching the other half of the
hallway, " How about this one? " she

unlocked and
opened the door to a modest, two-bed guest room.

�� " What do I need two beds
for? "

�� " I can put one in storage
if you won't use it. OR you could push them together and pretend it's a full
bed. "

�� " They're both full, I
don't see any parts missing. "

�� " I mean..."full", is a bed size. It goes
twin, full, queen, and king in order from smallest to largest. "

�� Vegeta stared at her earnestly.

�� " I don't have a spare
king-sized bed. Don't ask. "

�� The ouji snorted, " I don't care for this room either. There's
no windows here. I refuse to live in a room without

any
windows. "

�� " You're lucky I didn't
leave you out in the streets. You COULD be homeless right now. " Bulma placed her hand on
her

hip as
they left the room. She shut the door a little more forcefully than she'd meant
to, channeling a bit of aggression and

frustration out.

�� Continuing further, they came to the last of the three
rooms. Bulma opened the door to reveal one,
full-sized bed

and a sole
modest window on the left wall.

�� " How's that, "your
highness"? A slightly larger bed, and a window.
"

�� " Ehhhhh.
" Vegeta made a so-so motion with his hand, " What's this fourth room like? "

�� " It's upstairs on the
second floor and its my old room; I moved to a much larger room on this floor
once we

constructed some
additions to Capsule Corp. "

�� " I'd be willing to look at
that. "

�� " I don't know if I'd want
you on the second floor, Vegeta. "

�� " What? WHY!? You said it
was an option. " he bawked,
upset and instantly intent on getting the room now that it had

been yanked
away from him.

�� " Well, Yamcha's
room is upstairs and he and I...visit one another up there from time to time
and you're quite loud

when you're
heading to bed-- "

�� " --I'm not going to
interfere with you and your relational assistant's affairs. "

�� Bulma glanced at him oddly
again, " My "relational assistant"? "

�� " *DING-DONG*! "

�� " That must be Son-kun.
" she lit up, leaving the hallway and wading through her semi-transformed
living room to get

to the
front door.

�� Vegeta remaining hidden in the
hallway, his arms folded as he quietly slid towards the opening to peer out the
side

to catch
a glimpse of the goings on.

�� " Hi Bulma~!
" Goku happily chimed as he stood there in the
doorway wearing a heavy yellow raincoat over his gi
as

he and
Chi-Chi--who had an umbrella--waited with the pouring rain behind them.

�� ::Heh, Kakarrotto looks
ridiculous in that.:: Vegeta mentally chuckled to
himself before quickly darting out of

sight, frightened
that Goku may have spotted him.

�� " Why's Veggie-ta hiding? "

�� " Ignore him, Son-kun. He's
being utterly incomprehensible right now. " Bulma rubbed her temples.

�� " Your living room smells
weird. " Chi-Chi walked inside along with Goku,
who took his rain coat off only to hold it

in his
arms, not knowing where exactly to put it.

�� " Vegeta's
been living in it. " Bulma dead-panned.

�� " "Living" in it? "

�� " He's been treating my
living room like his bedroom since I let him stay here because he wants to be in
a big open

space
instead of a 'cramped little room'. He wants to live in the open so much I'll
drive him out to West City Park and drop

him there
to live. "

�� Goku looked at raincoat, then
over off in Vegeta's direction.

�� " No way in hell is he
coming to live with us, Goku-san. "

�� Goku sweatdropped.

�� Vegeta peeked out from the side
of the hallway again, a suspicious look on his face only for him to freeze in
place

upon
locking eye contact with Goku.

�� " Hi Veggie-tah~! I have not seen you in a while. How have you been? " Goku asked, smiling.

�� " ... " sweat began to
drip down the side of the ouji's face before he tore
his eyes away and slid boldly out into

the open
doorway and whipped his jacket off before holding it over his shoulder, "
SEE FOR YOURSELF!!! " he puffed out his

chest and
stretched one of his arms.

�� Goku tilted his head, confused,
" ? "

�� " ... "

�� " ... "

�� " Um...? " Goku blinked, not sure what he was supposed to say. His
eyes lit up, " Those are very nice shorts you
have

Veggie-tah. "

�� " AAAAGH! " Vegeta fell over. He leapt to his feet, upset and
flustered, " YOU FOOL! " the ouji threw his light pink

BAD MAN jacket at Goku's head, where it sloppily landed before Vegeta himself stormed off, upset.

�� " What did I do? " the
larger saiyajin sweatdropped,
putting his rain jacket under one arm while using his free hand

to pull
the jacket off his head.

�� " He wanted you to
compliment him on his physique. " Bulma pointed
out.

�� " O--OH! " Goku replied, " I AM SORRY, VEGGIE-TAH! " he
shouted towards the hallway, " YOU HAVE A VERY
NICE BODY! "

�� Chi-Chi slapped herself on the forehead, " This is ridiculous, can we get started with what we
came here to do

already? I
don't have time for us to stand around and pander to the Ouji.
"

�� " Vegeta!
" Bulma shouted.

�� " WHAT!? "

�� " Will you come over here
and take your jacket and Son-kun's raincoat for me?
"

�� The ouji stormed into the
living room, " And why is THAT, exactly?! It isn't as though you don't
possess ROBOTS to

do such
simple tasks for you. "

�� " I'm asking you because
you happen to have a clothes line hanging across my living room and Son-kun's raincoat will

dry faster
there than it will in the closet. " Bulma
explained, tense, " Besides if I put it in there it'll just get all the

other coats
wet. "

�� Goku held his raincoat and Vegeta's jacket out to him.

�� " ... " the ouji stared at them for a moment before taking both. He
tossed his jacket onto the nearby couch and held

onto Goku's raincoat, " ... "

�� " Veggie-tah? "

�� " ...it's heavy. "

�� " Yeah I know. " the
larger saiyajin smiled, " See you in a bit,
Veggie-tah. " he waved, heading towards the door

that lead
downstairs to the lab.

�� Vegeta waited until he'd heard
the door to the lab click shut, then picked up the raincoat and put it on. The
scent

was so
damp and powerful his knees almost buckled before he could get it off and throw
the yellow raincoat back onto the

line,
frightened at his reaction to it. The ouji narrowed
his eyes at the coat while he put his own jacket on; watching it in

suspicion as he
headed into the kitchen to get a snack.

�� " Well, your heart rate
seems to be average, and your reflexes are normal. Your eyes are functioning
properly and

your lungs
are working at a healthy capacity. " Bulma
went through the results on her flipsheet, smiling up
at Goku, who sat

on a
doctor's table in a hospital gown.

�� " So he's good? "
Chi-Chi inquired.

�� " For now, yes. "

�� " That's a relief. I'm
always so worried every week we come here thinking you're going to tell me that
Goku-san is

dying or
something. " she laughed nervously.

�� " Just because that boy
from the future brought a medicine for us to give to Son-kun doesn't mean we
should just wait

around for
him to catch it. If I give him a check up each week there's a chance that if he
does begin to fall ill or catch

this
supposed "heart virus" that we'll catch it first and stop it from progressing at all. I'm not going to
stand around

while
Son-kun suffers needlessly. " Bulma
explained.

�� " That is very nice of you,
Bulma. " Goku grinned,
his tail wagging behind him, " I guess I should
be going home

now. " he prepared to hop off the table.

�� " WAIT. " she grabbed
him by the back of his hospital gown, " You KNOW I can't let you leave
without a blood sample.

I can't complete your checkup
without that. "

�� " Yesyoucould.
"

�� " No, I couldn't. " Bulma reached over to grab a needle, "
Now just sit back so I can place a wrap around your arm.

There's no need to worry
Son-kun I'm not putting anything into your body I'm just taking a little bit of
blood out of-- "

�� " *RIP*! "

�� " --it. " Bulma stared down at the chunk of hospital gown now in her
hand.

�� Goku was now halfway across the
room, standing there in a defensive position; his boxer shorts clearly visible
under

his town
checkup garment.

�� " GOKU-SAN. " Chi-Chi
slid up from behind him, warning in her voice.

�� " HAAAAAforgivemeChiChi!
" Goku threw off his hospital gown, temporarily
blinding her before placing his fingers on

his
forehead and teleporting away.

�� " NnghGAAAAH!
" Chi-Chi threw the gown to the ground; then promptly slammed her head
against the wall,

"
Oh dammit all. I oughta
kill whoever decided to teach Goku-san how to
TELEPORT. "

�� " He had to seek out a
strong ki to leave that quickly; he couldn't have
gotten far. " Bulma put the hypodermic away

and began
to climb the stairs.

�� Chi-Chi grabbed a fresh needle of her own and pushed past
Bulma up the stairs, almost sending her to the floor,

"
GOKU-SAAA! GET BACK HERE THIS IS NOT A PUNISHMENT THIS IS FOR YOUR HEALTH!!! "

�� " MmmmmMMMMm~
you make REALLY TASTY snacks, Veggie-tah. " Goku said happily as he tossed another couple cupcakes into

his mouth.

�� " Well I am a fast learner.
" the ouji smirked, seated across from him,
" Though I must admit there are quite a few

things in the
culinary field I have yet to tackle head-on and... " his
expression went blank, " Wait how long have you been

here?
"

�� Goku paused and thought for a
moment, " 'Couple minutes. "

�� " And..you're practically naked WHY?
"

�� " Be-cause I do not want to
get a needle. " the larger saiyajin pouted.

�� " Why do you need one?
"

�� " I do not! I mean, I do,
but I do not want one! " he exclaimed, uneasy. Goku sat back in the chair, " But
I do not

want to die
a-gain. That was not fun the first time. "

�� Vegeta tried to contain the
sudden grip of horror that had clasped its icy paws around his throat, " Who said you

were dying?
"

�� " GOKU-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
" a voice hollered from downstairs as the sound of feet barricading up
towards the first

floor grew
louder.

�� " Chi-Chi NO! You saw how
Son-kun was back when he was hospitalized! You can't go about it that way or
he'll never

let me
take a sample! " Bulma
cried out with worry as she ran up the stairs after her.

�� " OH NO! IT IS CHI-CHI! AND
THE NEEDLE! " Goku
yelped, hopping up onto the table and looking around frantically for

a place
to hide. He hopped off the side of the furniture just as he placed his fingers
to his forehead and teleported away

again, this
time upstairs to Yamcha's room where he fell on his
side, " OOF! "

�� " Ah, hey Goku how're ya doing? " the
former desert bandit asked, slightly bewildered at Goku's
sudden appearance.

Yamcha sat on
the side of the bed, watching TV.

�� " YAMCHA! Let me hide under
your bed! " Goku
exclaimed, sitting up.

�� " What? Why? "

�� " Chi-Chi has a needle. "

�� " I'm not gonna have to get one, am I? "

�� Goku rapidly shook his head
"no".

�� Yamcha got off and lifted the bedskirt up, " I dunno, its pretty messy under there Go-- " he almost
did a double-take

to see
the large saiyajin already under the bed amongst Yamcha's crowded belongings.

�� " Shhh.
" Goku made a shh-ing
motion with his fingers, then lowered his ki to
undetectable rates.

�� Yamcha shrugged and let go of
the bedskirt before almost sitting back on the bed before
realizing it'd be pressing

down on Goku below if he were, so he pulled up a chair instead and
continued watching his show.

�� " *POW*! " the door to
Yamcha's room suddenly flew off its hinges and across
the room.

�� " WHERE IS HE!? "
Chi-Chi demanded.

�� Yamcha stared at her, eyes
bugging out of his head.

�� " YAMCHA! WHERE IS GOKU-SAN?! "

�� " Ah, Go-KU? I, can't say
I've heard of any-- "

�� The door to Yamcha's room, now
lying sprawled on the floor, suddenly burst into flames.

�� " ...hesunderthebed.
"

�� " YAMCHA! " Goku protested, hurt.

�� Meanwhile, just outside Capsule Corp, a pair of feet ran
speedily across the side of the circular building before a

figure
suddenly came into view before the large row of glass windows that ran
alongside one of the walls of Yamcha's room,

"
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! " a caped hero came crashing through the
closed windows, sending glass hurtling through the air as the

mysterious man
slid between the bed Goku hid beneath and Chi-Chi,
" HALT YOUR WAVE OF PESTILENCE THIS VERY MOMENT, FOUL

OVERLORD OF KAKARROTTO! OR FACE
THE WRATH OF SUPER VEGETA! "

�� " Oh what in the name of
mayonnaise is THIS?! " Chi-Chi stared at him, disturbed.

�� " My roooooooom...
" Yamcha lamented the
loss of his windows, " YOU COULD'VE UNLOCKED AND OPENED THEM FIRST! "
he

cried out
onto deaf ears before grabbing a glass of water and dashing over to his door to
try and put out the fire.

�� " THIS, Onna, is in the name of
JUSTICE! JUSTICE AND PLATONIC UN-NAMED-AS-OF-YET FEELINGS! "
Vegeta pointed

heroically at
her, his Bad Man shirt tied around his neck and flapping in the breeze behind
him like a cape, " As the Great

and
POWERFUL Saiyajin no Ouji
it is my sworn duty to protect the inhabitants of the kingdom of Bejito-sei, INCLUDING

KAKARROTTO! "

�� " Including?! There AREN'T
any other saiyajins left, you idiot! " Chi-Chi exclaimed.

�� " I don't need YOU to give
ME a history lesson, Onna. " Vegeta
powered up, smirking, " Whatever sick plans you
have

for Kakarrotto's body, I won't allow them to occur! "

�� " Y--you didn't tell him?
" Yamcha asked Chi-Chi, shocked.

�� " Nnnntell
me what? " Vegeta glanced back at him, then
momentarily became caught up in his surroundings, " Now
THIS

is a NICE
room. "

�� " It WAS, until the two of
you destroyed it just now. " Yamcha muttered,
still mourning, " I mean about the-- "

�� " --QUIET YOU! "
Chi-Chi snapped at him, " Ouji,
we're not performing ANYTHING "sick" on Goku-san.
It's a simple

check up to
make sure he's healthy. We come here once a week for a regular check-up and Bulma takes a blood sample once a

month so we
can keep track of Goku-san's health. "

�� " Why? " Vegeta narrowed his eyes.

�� " Ah--it's none of your
business! "

�� Goku wiggled himself out from
underneath the bed.

�� " It most certainly IS! Kakarrotto is MY peasant. " Vegeta's tail fur flared up on its ends as it
thrashed about in

the air.

�� Goku slid up to the broken
windows and sneaked past the shards of glass.

�� " HE'S GOING TO JUMP!
" Chi-Chi cried out in shock.

�� " JUMP KAKARROTTO! YOU CAN
FLY! JUMP! " Vegeta
cheered him on.

�� " Ah--ahh...
" Goku looked between
them, nervous.

�� " SON-KUN! " a voice
suddenly shouted, catching Goku's attention as he
looked over to see Bulma in the doorway just

as
Chi-Chi, out of his visual range, threw the needle at Goku's
arm from several feet away, hitting her target. Goku
let out

a cry
and fell to ground.

�� " KAKARROTTO!! " Vegeta screamed, terrified as he ran over to the fallen saiyajin and lifted Goku's body
up,

" Kakarrotto I'm here! Please be alright!
Forgive me I was unable to protect you! "

�� " V--Veggie-tah? " Goku peeked one eye
slightly open, the one closer to his needled-arm squinted shut, " Please take

it out??
"

�� The ouji brought his attention
to the arm with the needle sticking in it. Before he could react Chi-Chi was
there

pressing in on
the needle and drawing the blood before she placed alcohol and a cotton ball
along with a band-aid over the

area she'd
stuck Goku with after removing the needle itself from
his arm.

�� " Ridiculous. "
Chi-Chi got up and placed a cap on the needle before handing the filled needle
to Bulma and stomping

out of the
room and down the stairs, " I'm going to wait in the car, AWAY from this
mad-house full of lunatics. "

�� " ... " Bulma
stared down at the needle blankly, " Well, um, at least its over with now.
"

�� " Permission to keep Kakarrotto here with me as that woman he's living with is
clearly a deranged maniac out for his

blood and
possibly his very life force itself? " Vegeta raised one arm as if in class.

�� " Permission denied. "

�� Vegeta cursed in saiyago before dropping Goku to
the floor.

�� " Oww.
" Goku sweatdropped.

�� " Listen Vegeta, Son-kun and Chi-Chi love each other very much, I
think, and she's only trying to look out for his

health, just
as I'm ALSO looking out for his health by helping them with regular checkups.
"

�� " There's rain pouring into
my room. " Yamcha stated,
sweatdropping further.

�� " Nobody told Veggie-tah a-bout what the guy from the possible-future said to me
a-bout myself? " Goku asked,

curious.

�� " We didn't want to upset
him, you know how obsessive he gets over you. " Bulma
sighed.

�� " I am NOT obsessive over Kakarrotto! " Vegeta gawked,
insulted before sitting down beside Goku, " Now
what exactly

is this
"secret" future-boy told you. "

�� Goku looked around, uneasy. He
glanced over at Bulma once, who nodded, then to Vegeta, " He told me, that
some time

with-in the
next three years, that I am going to catch a terrible heart-virus and die.
"

�� " .... " Vegeta's
eyes went wide as the color drained out of his face.

�� " And that little bottle he
gave me, it is supposed to have a cure in there for me--because this is a new
virus that

has not
been studied or is not known a-bout in the present. "

�� The smaller saiyajin's body
began to shudder. Kakarrotto was going to catch an
incurable disease and perish miserably

before his
very eyes? His peasant's magnificent body writhing in pain as his lungs pleaded
for air that would never come?

�� "
We can't let him go! We have to keep him here, w--where it's
safe! I can look after Kakarrotto! "
Vegeta stood up,

motioning to
himself.

�� " You see, Vegeta, this is EXACTLY why we didn't tell you-- "

�� " --it's that, that, HUT or
whatever it is on that mountainside Kakarrotto lives
on! I bet THAT'S where he catches

this,
DISEASE! "

�� " Virus. "

�� " Why should we place him
into harms way!? Would you be surprised at all if that's where he caught it?
From something

he ate
that lived out there!? Or, or plants that he may have brushed up against? Or
river-water that he'd swam in!? " the

ouji panicked, defensive.

�� " He'll be FINE as long as
we have the medicine for him. " Bulma attempted
to reassure Vegeta.

�� " And where exactly IS this
medicine, HM?! "

�� " In Chi-Chi's bedroom.
" Goku spoke up.

�� " Oh THERE'S a BRILLAINT
idea! Leave the only device standing between Kakarrotto
and raw, dark DEATH, in ONNA'S

possession! " Vegeta ranted.

�� " Wow, yeah Bulma now I think I see why you didn't tell him about it.
" Yamcha commented.

�� " Vegeta
calm down. Everything will be fine. " Bulma held her hands out, " Son-kun, you can go
home now if you'd

like.
"

�� " Ohkay~!
" Goku happily chimed in, dashing past her and
down the stairs.

�� " BUT-- " Vegeta stammered out.

�� " ? " Goku looked over his shoulder at him.

�� Vegeta's face flushed red
again, " P--please don't die. "

�� The larger saiyajin grinned and
gave him a thumbs-up, " I will do my very best not to! Byebye
Veggie-tah~! " he

waved,
jogging out of the house and to the car, the rain still pouring down outside.

�� " P--please don't leave
either...... " Vegeta's
fingers outstretched into the air in the direction of the doorway

his sole
peasant had left through, " OHHHH. " the ouji
sulked, " He's going to DIE!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME HE WAS DYING!! "

he cupped
his hands over his face.

�� " He's NOT. DYING. Vegeta. " Bulma
momentarily twitched, upset. She took a deep breath, "
It'll be alright. I'm

watching Son-kun's health as best I can, and we have the medicine incase
he really DOES catch this deadly virus. Ohkay? "

�� " O..ohkay.... "

�� " Now, you have to promise
me you're not going to do anything foolish now that you know about this. Can
you promise

me that, Vegeta? "

�� " Nothing foolish. I
promise. " he shook his head.

�� " Good. " Bulma smiled, patting him on the back, "
Now...let's head down to the supply closet and see if we can't

get Yamcha a new door and a fresh pair of windows before his
room floods, ohkay? "

�� " AHHH-CHOOOO! " Goku awoke with a sneeze. The larger saiyajin
winced as he shifted about under the covers of his

bed; the
thunderstorm still barreling down outside and disguising the time of day.
Sitting up, the larger saiyajin felt his

eyes
irritated and watery, his throat dry, and his nose utterly clogged, " That
is really weird. " Goku said to no one

inparticular as he slid out of bed only to
start coughing uncontrollably. He promptly hit his chest a few times to make it

stop before
sluggishly wandering out of his room and down the hall with his tail dragging
near-lifelessly behind him to find

Piccolo meditating in the
living room, the namekian's back facing the windows
behind him, " Piccoloooo, where is Chi-Chi

and Gohan? "

�� " They went to go buy some
groceries so we don't have to eat fish and whatever else is lurking around
these mountains

in the
pouring rain. " Piccolo responded, his eyes
closed.

�� " Ohhh,
because, *CHOOOOO*! I feel a little, *sniffle* strange. "
he rubbed his nose, " My body is all tingly and

my head
feels heavy 'n wrong. "

�� Piccolo opened one eye and backed up into the window,
almost falling over in shock, " GOKU WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!? "

�� The large saiyajin tilted his
head before sniffling again and glancing over at a nearby mirror to see the
whites

of his
eyes were a sore light red and his hair far messier than it usually was, "
AHHH! I AM A MONSTER! "

�� " You're not a
"monster", you're just....I don't know! " Piccolo stumbled out;
half upset he couldn't figure out

what
happened.

�� " Piccolooooo...
" Goku started walking
towards him.

�� " DON'T COME NEAR ME YOU
IDIOT WHAT IF I CATCH IT! "

�� " Catch it? " Goku paused in mid-step, confused.

�� :::" Now remember, Son-san. A virus can be
communicable, meaning it can spread from one person to many others. When

you catch the heart virus its important for whoever is taking care
of you while you're ill to also take some of the

medication to prevent themselves from getting sick. " Mirai explained while
holding the little bottle up before Goku.:::

�� " .... " Goku's
arms dropped to their sides and hung there as he stood there, terrified.

�� " W-what? " Piccolo
spoke up.

�� " I think I am sick. "
Goku murmured.

�� " What? "

�� " I think I am SICK! Is this what being sick is like?! I, I think it is that
terrible virus Mirai Trunks told me

a-bout!
UWAAAH! PICCOLO I DO NOT WANT TO DIE. AGAIN. WHAT'LL I
DO?! "

�� " Well STAY AWAY FROM ME
FOR STARTERS! " Piccolo dodged Goku's attempt to
grab at his arm for comfort, " Where's the

medication Trunks
gave you? "

�� " In Chi-Chi's room? "

�� " Where in Chi-Chi's room?
"

�� " I don't knowwwwww... " Goku
hung his head before letting loose another sneeze.

�� Piccolo heaved a heavy, frustrated sigh, " Fine. I'll go find the medicine. YOU stay in here. " he pointed to the

spot Goku was standing in before walking past him.

�� " Thank you Piccolo! "
the large saiyajin called out to him before sneezing
again, this time the discolored

yellow-green goop
landing on the back of Piccolo's cape.

�� " ...oh that's just dandy,
that is. " Piccolo muttered sarcastically before taking his cape off and
tossing it aside.

He stretched his arms a bit, then continued down the hallway before entering Chi-Chi's
room.

�� Goku shifted around a bit, his
body feeling tingly, weighed-down, and lethargic. The heavy gooey feeling in
this

throat when
he swallowed made him feel absolutely abysmal.

�� " *DING*DONG*! "

�� " Who is it? " Goku asked.

�� " *DING*DONG*! "

�� The large saiyajin glanced back
in the direction Piccolo had left in, his tail still sliding across the floor
behind

him,
" Piccolo? "

�� " I can't find that
ridiculously tiny bottle anywhere, Son. Are you SURE that's where Chi-Chi put
it? " Piccolo

entered the
living room again.

�� " *DING*DONG*! "

�� " Should I get it? " Goku asked before letting out a cough.

�� " I'll get it. Hold on. " Piccolo passed him before walking up to the front
door and peeking through the peep-hole

to see a
figure dressed in surgeon's scrubs holding what appeared to be a hacksaw in one
hand and carrying an old-fashioned

medical bag in
the other hand. Piccolo shifted around with suspicion and unease until a flash
of lightning struck,

illuminating the
stranger and the stranger's tail, which was also wearing a face mask, behind
him. The unease disappeared off

of
Piccolo's ki as he backed away to rub his temples,
" Oh this can't end well. "

�� " Who is it Piccolo? "
Goku asked, " My head
is all hot in-side and I am having trouble sensing ki.
" he frowned,

upset with
himself.

�� " Hold on a minute, will
you Son? " Piccolo held up his pointer finger, then slipped outside before
closing the door

behind him.

�� " Good morning, local area
resident. I hear you have a soon-to-be-ill person living upon your proximity.
Allow me to

introduce myself
as Doctor Professor Oujisama, practitioner of the
medical arts. " he held out a business card,
which Piccolo

took one
look at and promptly incinerated with his heat vision.

�� " What the hell are you
doing here, Vegeta? "

�� The ouji glowered up at him and
lowered his surgeon mask, " I'm here to SAVE KAKARROTTO'S LIFE, that's what.
"

�� " You're not going to save
it in THAT. Goku's terrified of hospitals! He's got a
permanent phobia of even getting

anywhere near
the parking-lot after what he had to go through as a patient in one of them
after you nearly killed him! "

Piccolo ranted, " You
can't go in there wearing that and, and WHAT is THAT!? " he motioned to the hacksaw.

�� " It's a primitive Earth
surgical tool. I've seen it used on your tee-vees.
"

�� " ... " Piccolo cupped
one of his hands over his eyes and took a deep breath, " Vegeta, I don't know what you've

been
watching, but that isn't for cutting people open, that's for cutting
tree-branches in half. "

�� " Oh. " Vegeta took one look at it and threw it over his shoulder,
then glanced down at his outfit, " I have a
second

uniform in the
car; though I was kind of saving that one for if I'd gotten Kakarrotto
alone. "

�� " It's times like these I
question why I'm living in this house. "

�� " Why ARE you living here?!
Onna wouldn't let ME live with Kakarrotto
yet you get a free pass? You tried to destroy

the Earth
just as much as I did! "

�� " She probably lets me stay
because I'm Gohan's "friend". "

�� " I'm Kakarrotto's
"friend". "

�� " That's debatable. "

�� The ouji peered past Piccolo
and directly at the door behind him, " Why's Kakarrotto's ki feel funny? It's
all

wobbily instead of its usual bouncy
goodness. "

�� " ...that's none of your
concern, Vegeta. You can return home now. "

�� The smaller saiyajin's eyes
widened, " He's ILL. He's already caught THE VIRUS, hasn't he?! " fear slithered around

Vegeta's legs,
causing his body to quake, " L--let me in! I NEED
TO SAVE HIM!! "

�� " YOU can't
"save" him. That medicine he received can. "

�� " Why didn't you give it to
him yet? Or, or what if you did give it to him, and it DIDN'T WORK. Or what if
that

lavender-headed boy
gave him the INCORRECT medicine and now he's SLOWLY DYING TO DEATH! " Vegeta gripped either side
of his

head.

�� " That phrase doesn't even
make any sense!!! " Piccolo snapped.

�� " I'm going to go change my
clothes--I wouldn't want to upset my only peasant as it is. " Vegeta adjusted his top

before
motioning to Piccolo and turning to leave, " I shalt
return in a forthpence! "

�� " ... " Piccolo watched
disinterested as Vegeta barreled down the hill Goku's home stood upon only to slip and fall

to the
ground a few feet infront of his vehicle. The ouji stumbled up and tried to push the muck off the front
of his outfit

only to
spread it and get it all over his hands. Vegeta
cursed outloud in his native tongue before opening
the door to the

car and
getting inside, " What is Bulma letting that him
watch on tv? "

�� A few minutes later Vegeta
emerged from the car, dressed as a costumed nurse; complete with head-doily,
clipboard,

and
fishnets.

�� "
Oh hell no. " Piccolo muttered
in disbelief before quickly turning inside of the Son home and closing the door

behind him,
" Come on Son Goku we're teleporting out of
here. "

�� " Piccolo? " Goku looked up from where he lay on a makeshift
sleeping-bag, looking pale and sickly. The large

saiyajin coughed, them whimpered a bit
in pain, " Is that you? "

�� " ... " the tall namekian stared at him blandly, then glanced upwards,
" I swear old man, if this is your idea of a

joke I'll
come up there personally and teach you AND Popo a
lesson. "

�� " *DING*DONG* "

�� " Who was it, Piccolo?
"

�� " Do NOT answer the door, Goku. NONE OF US is answering the door. "

�� " *DING*DONG*DING*DONG*
"

�� " Nnngh,
it hurts my ears. " Goku covered them with a
pillow and squirmed about, " When is Chi-Chi
coming home? "

�� " *DING*DONG*DING*DONG*
"

�� Piccolo struck a stare in the doorbell's direction and
with a silent pop the doorbell itself exploded in Vegeta's

face,
causing the ouji to let out a wail of pain as he
wildly shook his arm in the air.

�� Vegeta glowered at the door, then turned away, lowering his ki.

�� " Good. I think he's got
the message. " Piccolo said, relieved.

�� " Is it someone dangerous?
"

�� " I'd like to think it is.
"

�� Goku thought for a moment, " If, if it is someone bad, Piccolo, I think the back
door is not locked. We never lock

that door.
"

�� " Kuso...
" Piccolo turned and dashed for the back door,
which was, as Goku had said, unlocked. Piccolo
promptly

threw the
dead-bolt on it only to hear something rattling from above, " What in
the...? "

�� " *POW*! " the
fireplace in the living room exploded, sending coal dust flying through the air
and causing Goku to

start
coughing and wheezing uncontrollably.

�� " KI SHIELD, DOWN! " a
familiar voice shouted as the ki shield around him
burst into a kiai, scattering the dust

further
through the air and leaving his crisp white and red clothing unharmed.

�� " The CHIMNEY!? You've gotta be kidding me. " Piccolo
whipped around and flew into the living room only to screech

to a halt
to see Vegeta standing there in his nurse's get-up,
holding the practically cocooned-in-a-sleeping-bag Goku
in his

arms.

�� " Oh I kid you not. " Vegeta smirked proudly, then got a defensive look on his
face, " And it seems I was RIGHT

about Kakarrotto's level of health! This place is a heap of
rubbish. LOOK AT IT! It's covered in GRIME. " he
struck one

immaculate
white-gloved finger-tip through the layer of coal-dust on a nearby couch.

�� " YOU caused that when you
came falling through the CHIMNEY! " Piccolo sweatdropped.

�� " Veggie-tah...? " Goku tilted his
head and peeked out of his sleeping-bag to look at the ouji,
his ill state

tugging
desperately at the smaller saiyajin's heart-strings.

�� " Yes, my dear peasant whom
I shall personally nurse back to health? " Vegeta
gave him a gentle expression of

caring and
comfort.

�� " Why are you wearing
ladies' clothes? "

�� " ... " Vegeta's
face went blank, then muddled with confusion, " Wait, what? "

�� " I did not know Veggie-tah liked that sort of thing. "

�� " Eh? Whaa? "
the ouji turned to Piccolo, demandation on his face, " EXPLAIN. "

�� " The lower half of your
outfit, boob. Skirts, stockings, and high-heeled shoes are typically worn by
women. "

Piccolo dryly explained.

�� " Oh. "

�� " ... "

�� " ... "

�� " I WISH YOU'D TOLD ME THAT
EARLIER!!! " Vegeta roared, his face bright red
with embarrassment.

�� " I think you look pretty,
Veggie-tah. "

�� " QUIET YOU! " the ouji snapped at Goku.

�� " *CHOOO*! "

�� " Kakarrotto!
" Vegeta exclaimed in worried fright, clutching
the larger saiyajin closer, " I'm sorry Kakarrotto, I

didn't mean
it! I was brash and reckless! "

�� " Veggie-tah I'm cold. " his peasant shivered inside the
sleeping-bag.

�� " D--don't worry. I'll take
care of you. I'll stop THE VIRUS, I promise
I will! " Vegeta's eyes
darted around the

room,
" Where's your room, I'll carry you back there and we can start helping
you get better again. "

�� " Over there. " Goku motioned with his head.

�� " Alright. " Vegeta kicked off his shoes and ran down the hall, then
kicked open the already-slightly-ajar door to

Goku's
bedroom and slid the larger saiyajin out of the
sleeping-bag and onto the bed, " Your tail!
"

�� " Hm?
" the larger saiyajin glanced over his shoulder,
sniffling.

�� Vegeta gently held the furry appendage
up, " It's so limp and lifeless. "

�� " I think my tail is sick
too, Veggie-tah. "

�� The smaller saiyajin gently
petted the tail, then set it down before standing up and gripping his hands
into fists,

"
IT'S TIME TO GET BUSY! " Vegeta
announced, then reached over and ripped Goku's gi pants off.

�� " Whoa, wa--what?!
" Goku blinked, confused as he flipped over onto
his back and peered up at Vegeta.

�� " Give me your shirts.
" the ouji held his hand out.

�� " Why? "

�� " Because they're riddled
with DISEASE, of course! " Vegeta snapped.

�� Goku shrugged and handed both
tops over.

�� " Now if you'll excuse me,
" the smaller saiyajin turned to leave the room,
Goku's clothes in his arms, " I have

some water
to boil. "

�� " Isn't it nice to have a
vehicle to travel in, Gohan? " Chi-Chi smiled as
she continued driving their air-car down

the dirt
road that lead towards Mt. Paozu, " This way, we
can go wherever we please no matter what the weather, and never

get wet or
cold or sunburned. "

�� " Piccolo-san? "

�� " Yes, Piccolo can ride
with us too, because he took care of you and he's a part of our family. "

�� " N--no, Piccolo-san's out in the rain. "

�� " What? " Chi-Chi hit
the break hard, then backed up a few feet until the air-car was parallel with a
bus stop where

Piccolo sat on a bench in the
pouring rain wearing a long brown trench-coat and a fedora; a suitcase at his
side, " Piccolo

what are
you doing out here in the rain? You said you were going to watch over Goku-san. "

�� " Oh you, you won't want me
back in your house after this one. "

�� " What are you talking
about? "

�� " Son's being watched over.
"

�� " That doesn't make any
sense, by who!? "

�� " I've seen things no sane
man should ever witness and live. "

�� " ... " Chi-Chi stared
at him, skeptical.

�� " ... " Piccolo sat
there, wracked with disturbed guilt.

�� " Get in the car. "
Chi-Chi bluntly pushed the front passenger side-door open.

�� " Please don't leave us,
Piccolo-san! " Gohan peered over the side of the
seat, " I really like you, Piccolo-san. I

don't want
you to go away. "

�� Piccolo sighed, then got up and took his suitcase with
him, " I'm not going away on you, kid. " he
got into the car

and shut
the door behind him, " You might wanna close
your eyes, or blindfold yourself or somethin' for
this once we reach

the house
though. "

�� " Huh? "

�� " Aren't we going to get
out of the car and go inside with Okaasan,
Piccolo-san? " Gohan asked curiously as he and

Piccolo remained seated in the
car while Chi-Chi opened the front door and went inside.

�� " This isn't exactly the
stuff of happy family memories, kid. It's better for your mental health in the
long run if

you and I
just wait in the car for "Okaasan", ohkay? "

�� " Ohkay.
" Gohan shrugged, then opened up one of the
grocery bags and took out an apple to snack on while they

waited.

�� " Goku-san?
" Chi-Chi kept her voice to a normal level as she walked around inside the
empty living room before

suddenly
whipping around to see her walls covered in coal dust, " What in the
world?! GOKU-SA IF YOU CAUSED THAT YOU'RE GOING

TO HAVE TO CLEAN IT UP ALL BY YOURSELF! "

�� ...

�� " Hn..
" Chi-Chi kept walking, heading towards Goku's
room where she could hear a faint pulsate of music coming from

behind the
bedroom door, ::That's odd; Goku-san's never been one for music.::

�� " OhhhHHHHHHHHHhhhhhHHHHHHhhhHHHhhHHHhhhhhHHH!
" a long, intoxicating moan came from inside the room, shocking

Chi-Chi and causing her to take
action by knocking the door wide open.

�� " GOKU-SAAAAAHH! "
Chi-Chi nearly fell beside herself at the sight of Goku
laying there on his bed, belly up, almost

naked for
sake of his boxer shorts. The room was dimmed around him and a light soft music
played from a cd player in the

background.

�� None of this was as bizarre as the sight of Vegeta dressed up like a costumed nurse rubbing massaging
oil all over

the front
of Goku's body.

�� " Oh, hello Onna. " Vegeta spoke with
some disdain, " I see you've finally returned;
what a pity the one you were

so
adamant about protecting fell ill THE MOMENT YOU LEFT! "

�� Chi-Chi stood there, beside herself. For a moment she was
completely unable to think of a comeback to the ridiculous

sight before
her.

�� " I have the virus, Chi-Chi. " Goku sniffled, now emphasizing the word the same way Vegeta had been, " Veggie-tah

said he'd
help me so I would not die; Piccolo looked for the bottle but he could not find
it at ALL! "

�� Chi-Chi walked up to him and pressed her hand against his
forehead, then looked down at the larger saiyajin's

features,
" Goku-san, that isn't the heart virus. "

�� " I--it's not? "

�� " That's a cold. You have a
cold because you left your raincoat behind and then sat in our air-conditioned
car on the

hours-long ride
back to our house, soaking wet. " Chi-Chi
dead-panned.

�� " Ohhh.
"

�� " ... "

�� " What is a cold? "

�� " It's a mild, every-day illness people all over the
world can come down with; but its not deadly and if you simply

take care
of yourself it'll be gone in several days; maybe even a couple knowing your
metabolism. "

�� " So...it is not the heart
virus? "

�� " Does your chest hurt?
"

�� " No. "

�� " It's not the heart virus.
"

�� " But, Kakarrotto's
still ill. "

�� Chi-Chi turned her attention to Vegeta
and sent him a heavy death-glare; which the ouji
countered with a stubborn

pout,
" I'm not even going to question your kinky choices in clothing, Ouji; I'm simply going to kick you out of this house

RIGHT NOW and if you even dare
come within a foot of Goku-san from now on I am going
to make your life a non-stop torturous

nightmare of
pain for even thinking you could seduce the man I love. "

�� " Se--wha?!
" Vegeta nearly choked, his face flushing, " I'm not seducing anybody!! I'm helping Kakarrotto get

better! He's
SICK! "

�� " YOU'RE WEARING FISHNET
STOCKINGS! YOU'RE the
"sick" one!!! "

�� " I was unaware that they
were a gender-only item when I put them on. "

�� " Well, now you know. NOW
GET YOUR SORRY RUMP OUT OF HERE BEFORE I TAKE THOSE PUMPS OF YOURS FROM THE
LIVING ROOM AND SHOVE THEM WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE!!
"

�� Vegeta struck a defensive pose,
" I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY! "

�� " Okaasan!
" a small voice called from down the hall.

�� " Kuso!
It's Gohan! " Chi-Chi
whipped her head over her shoulder, then turned back to Vegeta,
opened one of the

windows in Goku's room and promptly pushed him out and into the soggy,
muddy ground below. She slammed the window shut and

drew the
blinds just as Gohan entered the bedroom.

�� " Okaasan
the groceries are going to go stale if we stay in the car any longer, so, so
Piccolo-san and I brought them

in...is that alright? " the demi-saiyajin asked.

�� " That's fine, Gohan-chan. " she smiled over at him, perspiration
still visible on her forehead.

�� Gohan tilted his head,
confused.

�� " Why don't you and Piccolo
start putting the groceries away while I have a little talk with Toussan? "

�� " Hai~!
" the little boy nodded happily and dashed off.

�� Chi-Chi smiled at the doorway, then closed it and walked
over to Goku, " I leave
you alone for a few hours only to

come back
and find you covered in... " she picked the
bottle up off the floor, " Dr. Hot
'n Heavy's Massaging Oil, special

"Summer Rain" mix. What
the heck IS this?! " Chi-Chi asked herself,
raising an eyebrow.

�� " I do not know. Veggie-tah said it was to help re-lax me. "
Goku shifted around.

�� " Do you feel relaxed?
"

�� " Noooooo.
Now I feel sick AND sticky. "

�� Chi-Chi tossed the bottle into the garbage can, " Come on, Goku-san. I'll
help you to the bathroom. We'll go get you

cleaned up. " she helped the large saiyajin
to his feet and rolled her eyes as they left the bedroom together, "
Honestly;

I don't know HOW Bulma manages to live with that Ouji
and NOT go insane. "

�� " ..... " Vegeta lay
there outside on the grassy lawn, splattered in mud and the falling downpour;
his eyes narrowed

up at the
sky. The ouji sat up, his body partly suctioning to
the soaked ground around him and completely laying waste to his

once
spotless nurse's uniform, " YOU WANNA PLAY GAMES WITH ME, ONNA! I'LL SHOW
YOU GAMES! YOU'LL SEE! " he ranted angrily,

waving his
arms in the air.

�� The rain continued to pour.

�� " Stupid Onna. " the smaller saiyajin
muttered, then with what dignity he could, adjusted his muddied skirt and

stormed off to
his car, " I'LL SHOW YOU!! ALL
OF YOU! EVEN KAKARROTTO! ESPECIALLY KAKARROTTO!! " Vegeta flung open the

driver's side
front door to his car, got in, and drove off.

*******************************************************************************************************************************************************************

11:50 PM 9/8/2008

THE END!

Vegeta: Two days?

Chuquita: Around 30kb or so was done on the first
day. :3

Vegeta: (low whistle)

Chuquita: I missed doing these kind
of oneshots. X3

Vegeta: (flatly) I didn't miss being in a skirt.

Goku: (giggles cheekily at Veggie) X3

Vegeta: (glowers lightly at him)

Chuquita: Going back this far is kinda like a new-old retro-nostalgia style. It's fun. :3 I got so bogged down in angst the

past several months that I really missed being able
to do fics like these.

Goku: I do miss Niichan 'n
Jitto 'n Goggie 'n Turles though.

Vegeta: I don't miss Turles.
I do miss my vast Earth-knowledge though.

Chuquita: (grins) Yeah, new-to-Earth Veggie is
ALWAYS fun for me to write. X3

Vegeta: (minorly twitches)

Chuquita: I have a vague idea of what I'm going
to do with the next oneshot. It'll be set Post-Cell,
but Pre-Buu.

Vegeta: I'm starting to get an understanding of this
"skipping around through time" stuff.

Chuquita: That it is. :) OH! I got 3 kanzenbans delivered~! (waves them
in the air)

Vegeta: ?

Chuquita: I was SO SAD when Kinokuniya
stopped carrying them (because I was only between 1/3rd 'n halfway through
buying

them) and because Viz has
nothing that could ever compare to said releases; but now I found a new way to
get them and I'm

VERY happy. X3 (Will read one or two of them tonight).
I also got Saiyuki 9; and WHO KNOWS when THAT'LL be
translated.

Vegeta: Understandable.

Chuquita: (waves to audience) We'll
see you some-time next week everybody! :3

Goku: Byebye~!
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