Memories For vegeta

Saturday mornings were like every other morning at Capsule Corporation. Bulma Briefs was busy working on a new invention as usual. Her son Trunks was out playing with his best friend, Goten, and everyone else was lounging around. Well, almost everyone. One person in particular was in a small gravity room, training hard, like he did everyday. Vegeta, prince of the Saiyans, was hard at work trying to perfect his fighting skills so he could one day defeat his biggest rival; Goku.

Vegeta shot a blast from his hand and it bounced from wall to wall. He dodged it and let out another blast to stop it. After a few hours on nonstop training, Vegeta turned the gravity back to normal and left the room. He walked back to the house to get something to eat. When he walked through the door, he found his son and rival’s son sitting at the kitchen table.

“Hi ya, Dad,” Trunks said, not looking up.

Vegeta didn’t answer and made his way to the refrigerator. He opened the door and frowned at was in it. “Doesn’t that woman ever buy anything?” He took out two chicken legs, a whole ham, four slices of leftover pizza, a frozen beef grinder, a ready-made salad, and the milk. He placed them all on the counter and then cut two pieces of cherry pie. After he had everything heated up and ready to eat, he sat down at the table and began to eat his meal. Trunks and Goten watched as the prince devoured everything in five short minutes. When he was done, he wiped his mouth with his arm and left for the living room.

“My gosh…I thought my dad ate a lot,” Goten said when Vegeta had left. </p>

Vegeta plopped himself on the couch and turned the TV on. Just then Bulma came into the room, wiping the grease off her hands with a towel. “Well, good morning Vegeta,” she said. When he didn’t answer she said, “Well, we’re in a good mood today, aren’t we?”

“Don’t bother me, woman,” he snapped.

“Excuse me for interrupting his majesty’s hard work.” And with that she walked away.

Vegeta watched TV for a few more minutes then shut it off. Then an idea popped into his head. “I wonder if Kakarot is around. He better be, because I’m bored of just sitting here.” The prince got up and headed for the door when two boys ran into him. “Don’t you two have better things to do than running around this place?”
“Sorry, sir,” they said. Vegeta flew out the door and headed for Goku’s house.

“He needs to get a life,” Trunks said.

“Yeah, but I won’t be the one to tell him,” Goten commented.

* *

In a few minutes, Vegeta came upon the house of Goku, or Kakarot as he called him. He landed on the front step and pounded on the door. A young teen answered.

“Hi, Vegeta. What can I do for you?” <

“Where’s Kakarot? Tell him to come out here,” Vegeta said, his arms crossed.

“Oh, of course.” Gohan left and went down the hall. Soon Goku appeared with a smile on his face.

“Hey Vegeta! What’s up?”

“Never mind what’s up. I thought we could have a sparring session. Unless you think you’re no match for me,” he finished with a smile.

“Sure, let’s go.”

The two Saiyans flew to a field nearby and landed ten feet away from the other. “Ready?” Goku asked.

“Of course. Just make sure you are.” They flew towards each other and began throwing and dodging punches. Their power and speed were almost equal. Vegeta swung his fist into the side of Goku’s face, and in return, Goku brought his knee up into Vegeta’s stomach. They started swing their fists at the other, sometimes becoming successful and landing one into the other.

Vegeta ducked Goku’s fist, then twirled around, swinging his leg into Goku’s shoulder. Goku went flying down to the ground below, but before he hit, he disappeared. Vegeta looked around waiting for the attack. Suddenly Goku appeared behind him, and as Vegeta turned, Goku hit him down with his hands interlocked to form a fist. Vegeta couldn’t stop himself before hitting the ground because he was hit with such a great force. His feet started hitting the ground, but he lost his balance and fell backwards, hitting his head on a smooth rock that barely stuck out of the ground.

Goku waited for his opponent to get up, but Vegeta lay on the ground not moving. Goku landed down next to the prince to find him unconscious. “Hey Vegeta,” he said. “Hello…Earth to Vegeta. Wow, he’s totally out of it.” He noticed a cut on the side of Vegeta’s head, blood seeping through. “I think that’s enough sparring for one day,” he said to the unconscious Vegeta. He picked the prince up, put him over his shoulder and headed to Capsule Corp.

When he got there, he found Trunks and Goten outside by the pool. “Hey Dad!” Goten said.

“Hello boys. Trunks, where’s your mom?”

“She’s in the house, I think,” he said. “What happened to my father?”

“He knocked himself out.” Goku went to the house and called Bulma when he walked in.

“Goku, what brings you here?” Bulma said as she skipped down the stairs. “What happened to him now?” She said when Goku pointed to Vegeta.

“We were sparring and he hit his head.”

“Bring him up here,” Bulma said, walking back the stairs.

Goku placed the prince on his bed and watched as Bulma cleaned the cut and wrapped a bandage around his head. “I’ll give him till dinner time. Then he’ll wake up and be his cranky old self.”

* * *

Dinnertime rolled around, and Vegeta started waking up. He opened his eyes and viewed his surroundings. He sat up and put his hand to his aching head. “What the,” he said to himself when he felt the bandage around his head. He noticed a shirt folded on the desk next to him, so he got up and put it on. He walked out of the room and looked down both ways of the hallway. Then he saw stairs to his right, so he decided to see where they led.

In the kitchen, Bulma helped her mother prepare dinner while Trunks sat at the table waiting impatiently.

“Dad’s up,” Trunks said when he noticed his father walking down the stairs.

“Told you he’d be up when it was time to eat,” Bulma said, not turning around.

Vegeta stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at the people in the kitchen. Bulma turned around and put her hands on her hips. “Well?” she said sarcastically. </p>

“Who are you?” Vegeta said.

Bulma put on a confused look. “What are you talking about? You know who I am.”

“No, I really don’t,” Vegeta said with a similar confused look.

Bulma looked at her mom then at Trunks. “What kind of game are you trying to play with me Vegeta? I’m Bulma, remember.”

“Bulma? Who’s this Vegeta? Is that me?” <

Bulma walked over to him and looked at his face. “You really don’t know do you?” Vegeta shook his head. “Who’s that?” Bulma said pointing to Trunks.

“A kid…” Vegeta said.

“He’s your son, Trunks.”

“He’s my son? I didn’t know I had a son? Does that mean I have a wife too? Where’s she?”

“I’m your wife. You really have no idea who you or anybody else is?”

“No. This is where I live I take it?”

A smile spread over Bulma’s face. “He’s lost his memory. He has no idea about anything…this is awesome!”

“Isn’t this a bad thing, Bulma dear?” Mrs. Briefs said.

“No way! If he doesn’t remember who he is…I can make a new Vegeta out of him!”

Trunks stared at his father, who stared back at him. “So you’re my son? What was your name again?”

“Trunks.”

“Oh. How old are you?”

“Eight.”
“Do I have any other kids?”

“No.”

Bulma listened to their conversation. “This is great. He has no idea. I don’t have to listen to his complaining and crankiness all day, and now he’ll actually call me by my name.”

The next morning, Bulma got up to find a pile of laundry on her floor. “I don’t even feel like doing that,” she said as she dragged herself out of bed. She slowly walked down the stairs to find both of her parents and Trunks sitting at the table…with pancakes on their plates. She had completely forgotten about Vegeta’s loss of memory. He was standing at the stove making breakfast.

“Good morning, Bulma. I thought I’d make breakfast. Sit down and have some.” Bulma sat down, not taking her eyes off the usually cranky Saiyan.

“I didn’t know Dad knew how to cook,” Trunks said.

“Neither did I,” Bulma replied. She looked at the plate of pancakes Vegeta placed in front of her. A devilish grin appeared on her face. “If he’s making breakfast for us…imagine the other things I can get him to do…”

After breakfast, Bulma led Vegeta up to the laundry room. “This is where we do our laundry. Usually you’re the one who does it, but if you don’t want to…I guess I can do it.”

“If I normally do it, then I’ll continue with it. But I don’t remember how to work the machines…” Bulma showed him what to do and told him where he would find all the dirty laundry.

Later that day, Yamcha arrived at Bulma’s house. He found her laying on the patio sun bathing. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Nope.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. Vegeta is doing it all.”

Yamcha’s mouth dropped open. “What bet did he lose?”

“He didn’t lose a bet.” She sat up and took off her sunglasses. “He’s got amnesia.” <

“Amnesia? You mean he lost his memory? How much of it?”

“Everything. He has no idea who you are, that he’s a prince or a Saiyan for that matter. He had no idea who I was or Trunks. So he won’t remember Goku either. And I have him cleaning the whole house. Told him that he’s the one who normally does it all.”

“You’re sneaky, Bulma.”

“Sure am. I called everyone else up to come over this afternoon. I’m having a cookout. And Vegeta volunteered to do all of the cooking.”

“No way…”

Just then, Vegeta walked outside, an apron tied around his neck and waist. “Bulma, where do you keep the vacuum?”

“Upstairs, first door on your left.”

“Okay. Thank-you.” Then he noticed the stranger. “Hello…do I know you?”

“Uh…yeah. I’m Yamcha.”

“Oh, nice to meet you again. Sorry, but I don’t remember anyone. I have to get back to work…talk to you later!” And with that he walked back to the house.

“That’s so funny,” Yamcha said.

“Yup,” Bulma replied putting her sunglasses back on and laying down again.

Inside, Trunks and Goten were in Trunks’ room playing video games. “So your dad doesn’t even remember you?” Goten asked.

“Didn’t have a clue.”

Then there was a knock on the door. Vegeta opened it and peered in. “Thought you guys would like some popcorn.” He placed a large bowl of popcorn on the bed between the two boys.

“Thanks Dad,” Trunks said.

When Vegeta left, Goten looked at the popcorn. “That’s so cool.”

* * *

Around four o’clock that afternoon, friends started to arrive at Capsule Corp. They all gathered in back by the pool and sat down and munched on food. <

“Is Vegeta planning on joining us?” Gohan asked.

Bulma looked at him with a smile. “Of course. He’s getting everything ready.”

“Vegeta is doing that?” Goku said.

“That’s right! You guys don’t know!” Everyone became silent when she yelled out. “Remember how you brought Vegeta back unconscious the other day Goku?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he hit his head so hard he lost his memory. He’s got a serious case of amnesia!”

Everyone looked at each other and found what they had just heard hard to imagine.

“It’s true though,” Yamcha said. “He had no clue who I was. And he was walking around with a flowered apron on.”

Just then the screen door opened and Vegeta walked out with two trays of food. “Oh! I didn’t know everyone was here already.”

“Vegeta,” Bulma said pulling him over to the side. “Do you remember Goku?”

Vegeta looked at Goku’s face for a few minutes. Everyone watched. “No, I’m afraid not. Though he does seem familiar…”

“He should. He’s your best friend,” Bulma said with a smile.

“He is?”

“Aren’t you Goku?” Bulma said jabbing Goku in the arm with her elbow.

“Uh…of course I am.”

* * *

Around seven, the group had eaten a large meal that Vegeta and Mrs. Briefs had prepared. Now everyone sat back in chairs talking. Vegeta sat next to Bulma, with Marron, Krillin and Android 18’s daughter, on his lap. She giggled as he bounced her on his leg. After an hour of nothing but gossiping, Vegeta looked around at the mess. “I better start cleaning this mess up.”

As Vegeta did so, Krillin couldn’t help but ask Bulma a question. “So does this mean that Vegeta doesn’t know he’s a prince?”

Everyone was silent. Vegeta looked at him with a curious look. Bulma stood up and put her arm on Vegeta’s shoulders. “My Vegeta probably wouldn’t care anyway. He left being a prince so he could be with me and get away from that boring life, didn’t you dear?”

Vegeta looked at her then decided she must know what she was talking about. “Of course. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life with you…” he finished unsure with himself. He continued to pick up plates and then went inside.

Bulma hit Krillin on the back of his head. “Ruin this for me and I swear you’ll wish you had never been born buster.”

“Gee, sorry,” Krillin said rubbing his head.

* * *

The next morning Yamcha, Poir, and Oolong were sitting outside by the pool with Bulma and her mother. Then Trunks and Goten ran out of the house and jumped into the pool, splashing water all over the place. They swam around for a few minutes then flew out and over the house.

Vegeta walked outside wearing an apron with blue flowers and ruffles on the edges. “Hello everyone,” he greeted cheerfully. “Can I get you anything?”

“No thanks, Vegeta,” Bulma said.

“I’ll have a piece of pie and soda!” Oolong shouted out.

“Anyone else?” Vegeta asked.

Suddenly a gust of wind came through, blowing off Mrs. Brief’s hat. It hovered in the air for a second, and then landed gently in the pool. “Oh my,” she said.

“I’ll get it for you,” Vegeta said. He knelt down at the corner of the pool and leaned over, trying to reach the hat. He leaned over a bit more, but his feet slipped on the water Trunks and Goten splashed. He lost his balance and fell in, hitting his head on the other side of the pool.

Bulma jumped up and waited for Vegeta to come back up. When he did he placed the hat on the patio and dragged himself out. Bulma took his arm and helped him up. When Vegeta was out of the pool he yanked his arm away from Bulma’s grasp. “I’m fine,” he said. Then he noticed the apron he wore. “What the heck is this!?”

“Vegeta…are you okay?” Bulma asked.

“Of course I am woman!” He pulled the apron off and threw it to the ground.

“Are you still going to get my pie?” Oolong asked.

“Get it yourself!” Vegeta snapped.

Just then Goku landed on the patio and walked over with a big smile. “Hey buddy!” He said slapping Vegeta on the back.

“What are you talking about Kakarot?”

Goku looked at him with a confused look. “Don’t tell me he’s got his memory back.”

“I guess so,” Bulma said in a sad voice.

“What do you mean got my memory back?” Vegeta looked at the people around him. “What happened? What did you do to me? I demand to know!”

“Get over it!” Bulma yelled. “You hit your head, lost your memory, and then got it back when you hit your head on the side of the pool. Happy?”

Vegeta gave her a harsh look and then stomped away, talking to himself.

“This stinks,” Bulma said picking up the wet apron. “I had him doing everything around here. And he was nice to me. Mom, I need your frying pan!”

“Whoa, hold it Bulma,” Goku said. “I know that the nice Vegeta was cool, but didn’t you miss the old Vegeta?”

“No,” she said and started to walk away. “Well…maybe just a little,” she said over her shoulder and continued towards the house.

* * *

Later that night, Bulma sat at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Vegeta came into the kitchen and looked inside the refrigerator. He pulled out a couple of things and leaned against the counter as he ate them.

“You know,” Bulma started, “when you lost your memory, you were so nice to me.”

“Good for me,” he said while still chewing. He finished his snack and started to leave.

Bulma noticed the large crumes on the floor. “Vegeta!! Get back in here and clean this mess up!”

“Do it yourself if you want it done,” Vegeta called back.

Figuratively speaking, steam came out of Bulma’s ears and her eyes turned red. She stomped into the living room and stood in front of the TV, blocking Vegeta’s view. “Get out of the way, woman,” he said.

“I want you to clean up after yourself,” Bulma snapped, her hands on her hips and her foot angrily tapping the ground.

“I don’t clean up. I’m a prince; I shouldn’t have to do that. You’d never catch me cleaning,” he stated crossing his arms.

Just then Trunks came into the room after hearing the whole thing upstairs. “Hey Dad,” he said. “If you were ever caught cleaning, what would you do?”

“Stay out of this!” Vegeta snapped.

An evil grin spread across Bulma’s face. “Yeah…if somehow it was proven to you that you cleaned, would you clean up anything I ask for a whole day? I’d clean up tonight’s mess of course.”

Vegeta laughed. “If you want to play a game that I can easily win, so be it. Fine, when you catch me and show me proof I’ll be your slave for a whole day. Don’t work to hard at it, because you’ll never catch me.”

After Vegeta said that, Trunks ran upstairs. He soon returned and handed his mother a small card. Bulma started laughing and looked at Vegeta with another devilish grin.

“Would you mind getting out of my way?” Vegeta asked sarcastically.

“Oh, I’ll let you watch TV tonight. Since you’ll be very busy tomorrow…”

“What are you talking about?”

Bulma handed Vegeta the picture. His eyes got big when he saw what it was a picture of. It was a picture of Vegeta wearing an apron with ruffles and flowers, vacuuming the living room. “Where did you get this?! Who made this? They’ll pay dearly!”

“You did, Dad,” Trunks said. “I took it while you were getting ready for the cookout.”

“I guess this means you’re my slave…Prince Vegeta,” she added taking the picture away and walking off with a large grin on her face.

* * *

The next morning, Goku and Chi Chi were invited over for breakfast. Bulma led them into the kitchen. When they got there, Goku and Chi Chi were surprised at what they saw. Vegeta stood at the counter reading a cookbook. There were broken eggs, vegetable oil, milk and other ingredients spilled all over the place, not to mention flour in Vegeta’s hair.

“What’s going on?” Goku asked.

“I thought waffles made from scratch would make a nice breakfast,” Bulma said with a smile.

“But Vegeta’s making breakfast? I thought he got his memory back?”

“He did.”

Chi Chi shook her head at the mess. “What a mess. Why would you let him make something like that when you know there’s a very large mess involved?”

“He’s cleaning it up, since he’s my slave for the day.”

Goku walked over to Vegeta who was digging out eggshells from the batter. “Nice apron. Flowers and ruffles are so you,” he said trying not to laugh.

“Shut up Kakarot!” Vegeta yelled as he read the recipe.

The End