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" This is your Life.... Vegeta "Written By: Debs-dragon & SSjMatty Disclaimer: We don't own The DBZ crew a rich Japanese person does. We don't own the T.V. show 'This is your Life' either. We are just borrowing them all and making up our own brand of insane humour. No money being made here, don't sue as neither one of us has anything worthwhile, unless you want my dog. :) Rating: PG 13. Contains some violence and language. Notes: Again Matty and I were conversing and the idea of Vegetas past life being on display came to mind. Soon after this ficcy was born. The corny one liner's you can blame on Matt, the rest you can blame on me >_<
"This is Your Life.....Vegeta "
Part 1 The blurry image in the cameras lens slowly comes into focus. The back of a man clad in a grey suit is walking down a pathway. He pauses and is met by a blue haired woman. They exchange a few words before continuing down the path to stop at a large round object. The man reaches forward and opens the door quickly stepping inside, the camera is right behind him. In a split second the spandex clad figure within stops and looks at the intruders. "Hello, Welcome to..." Whoomph ! Splat! The man is suddenly pulled to the floor as the gravity in the machine takes over. Lying there in an immovable state Mike Munroe wonders just how the hell he got himself into this mess as he feels his spine trying to join his ribcage and then promptly passed out. The camera crew (Being the wise people that they are) hastily back peddled as their hero was flattened like the proverbial pancake. Vegeta glowered at the being on the floor, annoyed that his training had been interrupted. He stalked over to the console and turned the gravity off the heaving the figure up he slung him over his shoulder and removed the offending body from his sacred chamber. "Can't a person even train these days without interruption. Just who the hell do you think you are barging in on me like that? Shame it didn't kill you." Vegeta let fly with a barrage of insults. Lowering the now semi conscious form to the floor with an undignified thump Vegeta glared at the gathered crowd. "What?!" he scowled. Bulma stepped forward. "Vegeta what are you doing?" she asked "More to the point what is that human doing.... disturbing my training like that!" Mike picked himself up from the ground shaking a little as his body tried to put everything back into its proper internal places. "Hi there." he said offering his hand. "I'm Mike Munroe and This is your Life Vegeta." he said with a grin on his face. Vegeta huffed and looked the other up and down before turning on his heel and heading back to the gravity chamber. "Hang on a minute! Where are you going?" said Mike in disbelief. Vegeta turned his head and stopped for a moment. "Back to my training." and he continued to move away. "B.. b... but didn't you hear what I said?" "Yes I heard you and I don't have time to waste on your stupid shows." Vegeta walked back up the steps and slammed to door in finality. Mike stood there his mouth opening and closing like a gold fish. This couldn't be happening, things like this didn't happen to people like him! He was Mike Munroe for gods sake! A household name. His bottom lip began to quiver as he felt tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Bulma walked up to the obviously distressed man and placed her hand on his shoulder. "There there.... don't worry I will get him to come out.." She walked up to the machine and yelled "Vegeta! you get your backside out here now." "Shove off and leave me to train woman!" came the reply. "But we have everything arranged... the guests are waiting... the video links..... we have gone to a lot of trouble for him..." mumbled Mike as he hastily grabbed a handkerchief. "Vegeta! This is your last warning. Come out now or I swear I will get you there one way or another..." screamed Bulma. "Go away and leave me alone or I won't be responsible for what I blow up next!" came the angry reply. "FINE!" Yelled Bulma then more quietly "We will do this the hard way then." and she smirked to herself. Mike looked on at the heated exchange of words... he could see his whole career going down the toilet in one quick half flush. Bulma turned to the man. "You go back to your studio, I will make sure he is there in time for the internal broadcast." she said. "All right then, if your sure. I mean we don't want you getting hurt on our account madam." said Mike in one way relieved that he needn't go back into that confounded machine again. He wasn't sure what had happened in there but he felt as if he had been trampled by a herd of elephants... angry elephants.... angry elephants that came back for a second shot..... Angry elephants that not only came back for a second shot but proceeded to do their own complete version of Swan Lake on his body..... angry elephants that..... okay you get the picture..... So it was with much relief that the compare and crew headed back to the studio making a quick pit stop at the chemist for some strong pain killers. Once the crew had gone Bulma gave Vegeta one last chance to come out of the machine and head to the T.V. studio not suprised when the arrogant sod refused. "Okay then Vegeta, you leave me with no other option." and reaching into her handbag she produced a capsule. Tossing it at the machine there was a big sound and the words *POOF* appeared out of thin air. When the words finally disappeared the Gravity machine and its royal cargo were safely ensconced in the tiny capsule. Bulma picked it up and dropping it into her handbag she went to her air car and headed for the studio. She made her way through a maze of cables, wiring, cameras, stage hands, gaffers, stage managers, make up artists, audience, bouncers, and the tea lady to stand in the centre of the stage. Pulling the capsule from her bag....... Bulma rummaged around........ Pulling the capsule from her bag....... Bulma continued to search frantically. "Oi Bulma...... we are waiting." "Hang on a tic I can't seem to find it." Bulma upended the contents of her bag onto the studio floor. Keys, lip sticks, tissues, a couple of credit cards, loose change, packet of mints, tin of deodorant, box of matches, pens and an assortment of capsules spilled out onto the floor and ran in all directions. (trust me... have you ever tried to find anything in a woman's hand bag? You don't want to!) With a cry of triumph the capsule was located and all the rest of the junk hastily thrust back in to disappear once more in the depths. Pulling the capsule from her bag Bulma released the cap and...... Yes you guessed it *POOF*
Once the smoke had cleared there in the centre of the stage stood a large round object with "Capsule Corp" emblazoned over it, underneath in small letters read.... Property of Vegeta. Trespassers will be reduced to dust... fine dust.... very fine dust.... microscopic dust...... I will shut up now..... Mike once more appeared in front of the camera with microphone in hand. Clearing his throat he stared into the lens and spoke. "Good evening Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we have a special treat for you all. We are honouring a warrior whom a lot of us are not aware exists. This being has had to say the least a rather chequered background. Not all of it has been good or for the benefit of others. Still it was thought by powers beyond my control, namely a pair of mad fic writers that this being should be given the ultimate reward for his efforts. So without further ado I give you Vegeta, second strongest warrior in the universe.... Vegeta... This is Your Life...... The door on the capsule hissed and opened, a spandex clad figure appeared in the shot and made its way down the steps. He looked around, a sneer on his face as he contemplated the scene before him. "Just what the hell is this? Where's the house gone?" The turning to look at Mike.. "Hey I thought I told you to get lost." he raised his palm and pointed his finger. Mike hid behind one of the bouncers. Bulma quickly intervened. "Like I tried to tell you before Vegeta, these people only wish to honour you for all your hard work in saving the earth and its people." Vegeta humphed. "I promise it wont take all that long." Vegeta humphed again his eyes glinting. "I will take you to Red Rooster on the way home and you can collect some more of those DBZ figures you like so much." wheedled Bulma. [1] Vegeta felt his resolve weaken at the mention of his collection. "Oh all right then." he huffed. Bulma smiles triumphantly at Mike and signals for him to continue with the show. Mike picks up the big red book and proceeds with the show. ~ to be continued? ~
[1] Yes I know it was Red Rooster that put out the figures with their little rooster meals.... Don't know about you Matt but I liked them ^_^ |
