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Well, what can you say * diabolical grin *


Here two * pseudo-humor fans * got together and came out * before the headlight flies *




VEGGI-KUN AND THE DOG'S LOOK




Kaori has already warned you. ^^


I don't have to do that anymore.




Have fun while reading!




* Dog look *




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Veggi-kun and the dog look


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Vegeta was standing in the shower, the hot water pelting down his body and softening his hair. He had just finished training for the morning.


He grinned mischievously. He knew what was going to happen next.




"VEGETAAA !! YOU GIANT FULL IDIOT!"




Bulma. He had reduced the G-room to rubble and ashes again. Intentionally. But it was worth it. He had perfected his 'secret weapon'. He had to grin even wider. He turned off the shower and let the steam vent.



Suddenly the bathroom door was thrown open. Every now and then Vegeta heard a murmur that sounded suspiciously like an insult. He picked up words and sentences like: "Such an arrogant sack, he thinks he can do what he wants here." and: "Well, he can experience something if I get his hands on him. I'll turn his neck and kick his ass so much that he won't find it again until Timbuktu."




He suppressed a laugh. He found Bulma too amusing to piss off. He took the towel and tied it around his waist. He grinned again and then put his usual grumpy face back on. He tore the shower curtain open and his gaze met the eyes of a shocked Bulma.




"Do you want something specific?" he asked, slightly annoyed.




"I ... uh ... I ... well ..." Bulma stuttered, embarrassed, and blushed slightly. The sayajin grinned.

"You should stutter less and talk more. Besides, it's rude to stare at your best piece." Grinning, he walked out of the shower and headed straight for the kitchen.




Bulma had turned bright red by now. Not even a tomato could hold a candle to her. "Vegeta ..." She clenched her fists. Pissed off, she also stomped into the kitchen. "You will get that back someday."




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The black-haired young man was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a coke with relish. Bulma came into the kitchen angrily and gave Vegeta a withering look.




Vegeta, still grinning in amusement from the situation in the bathroom, took a long drink. "Make me something to eat, woman," he said finally, as if it were something taken for granted.




The 26-year-old woman's collar burst. In anger, she dropped the cup she had taken from the cupboard into the sink. "1.Please do something yourself! 2. My name is BULMA! And 3rd you say ´Please`! "She snapped, but for Vegeta it sounded more like screaming.


Little touched he finished his cup. "Anyway, woman. So, 'please' make me something to eat." He had pronounced the word 'please' with so much sarcasm that you could literally smell, taste and even see it.




“That's out of the question.” Bulma said, as if someone were asking her to sell her house.




"Well, you don't want it any other way," he said softly. He had decided to try his 'secret weapon' on Bulma. He got up and walked slowly towards Bulma. He stopped right in front of her, looked deeply into her eyes. And suddenly the demanding look turned into that of a little puppy.




"V ... Vegeta? You scare me." Bulma admitted and wanted to take a step back, but there was the counter. Now Vegeta went one better and used a pout.She raised her hands to her eyes. "There!" she screamed at the structure next to her. "We still have rice in the fridge!"




The warrior let go of her, an almost panicked glint in his eyes. "What ... did you just say?" He groaned.




“We still have rice.” Bulma repeated, puzzled.




Vegeta couldn't move for a moment. But then he rushed to the refrigerator and jerked it open. He ate all the rice he could find. "Don't * munch * .. just the best .. * munch * ... but you can eat it."




"Well, that's how we like it. First beg for food and then complain." Bulma murmured contemptuously. She looked at him sideways. He was really cute. If only he wasn't such a puke, then ... She shook her head hastily to get rid of the thought. He would never change.




"Hey Bulma!" said a familiar voice.




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Goku ended up in the front yard of the Capsule Corporation.> Always me! he thought and pouted. Chichi had sent him to Bulma to pick up the refrigerator that Bulma had promised them to fix. He took out the card Bulma had given him last month and swiped it through the scanner.




He entered the long corridors of the C.C. and looked around for Bulma. Finally he came into the kitchen. His eyes almost fell out, but soon he couldn't help but grin. His 'buddy' held Goku's girlfriend tightly by the wrists and moved his face towards hers. He remembered Trunks' story well. He had predicted that Vegeta and Bulma would have a child, but in the kitchen ...?




Vegeta's look suddenly changed. > Kami, I think I should call a doctor. Vegeta is seriously ill.



"We still have rice in the fridge!" heard Goku Bulma say.

Then Vegeta let go of Bulma and took a few steps back. > Huh !? What's going on? Goku asked himself.




"What did you just say?" he heard Vegeta ask.




You could see the confusion of the black-haired Saiyan. Vegeta's voice had really trembled when he uttered this sentence. But what was it that scared Vegeta? A gesture from Bulma? A word?




Vegeta now went to the refrigerator, made a sharp remark and Bulma countered practically. Everything was back to normal. Well, then he could show himself. He stepped into the kitchen and greeted them with a grin. "Hey Bulma!" he remarked shortly.




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“Huh, Goku?” Surprised, Bulma turned to Songoku. > did he see ..?


"The fridge! I wanted to pick up the fridge for Chichi" It rattled. Bulma turned around in exasperation. Couldn't that sayajin named Vegeta even hold a bowl? > what's the matter with him?



“Was the rice moldy, or something?” Bulma watched as Goku walked up to Vegeta and shook him first gently and then 'very' firmly. Vegeta didn't respond. He let himself be tossed back and forth by Goku like an empty sandbag.




"I ... I don't know. Maybe the refrigerator was broken!" Vegeta's arms fell down. Was he passed out? Bulma shook her head in disbelief. Goku dropped Vegeta.




"That could be. Maybe our pseudo-prince has an illness? Has he been weird lately?" Bulma noticed that Goku wanted to say something else. She could read it in his eyes. > just like that ???Did he see it?



"Not really. But now that you say it. Sometimes he gets weird and gets that look. I always do what he wants" Goku picked up Vegeta by the collar. Bulma was starting to get scared. Lived her Vegeta ..



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"I want something to eat! Give me something to eat" He used his 'special technique' and watched with pleasure how Bulma got up immediately without saying a word and piled up to get him what he wanted. Satisfied, he looked around.




> Nobody should ever find out about this technology! My secret technique. Nobody can resist her. He was lying in a darkened hospital room. He couldn't count how many times he'd woken up here. A digital alarm clock showed him the time.




"The dog look .. what would I do without it?" Vegeta threw back the covers.What he overlooked was Goku, half asleep, sitting on 'his' couch. > this would be the opportunity to get rid of him! Forever



> without the dog eye! Ha, Goku it's your turn. He reached out his right hand and aimed at Goku. Energy gathered in the palm of his hand and discharged as it shone brightly like a sun. Vegeta aimed Goku. > now I'm rid of him ... forever <




"VEGETA !!! WHAT'S THAT?" Bulma! He could just use them now. She had caught him red-handed. Slowly he let his hand drop again. His angry look spoke volumes. “You wanted to send Goku into nirvana, or how should I understand that?” He clanked softly as Bulma set the tray down on the dessert. Vegeta felt constantly impaled by her gaze. Why did the woman interfere in such matters?




"You have seen it. And now go, woman!I've got what I wanted. "He devoured a pear without biting off." She hates it when I stuff everything into me. Is that why I do it with such pleasure? "The next pear ended.




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"Is .. is the .. fridge already ready?" Goku only caught the last words. It was clear that Bulma and Vegeta were arguing again. And it was clear that something was wrong with the Sayajin prince. While Goku spoke, he choked. He suddenly turned quite pale. Even he, Goku, realized at that moment that something was wrong.




"I'm sorry. You will probably have to wait a little longer. You can have fun with our little