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elite_saiyan in dbrp

[ RP Thread ] [ Open to Everyone ] CC BBQ

For the life of him, Vegeta could not understand the concept of social gathering. For one thing, it was an entire waste of time. For another, he had no real desire to see any of Bulma's friends unless they were on a receiving end of his fist, where he liked Kakkarot, especially, the best. The constant chatter was insufferable, the music was idiotic, and the last time he attempted to entertain himself at one of these, Bulma screamed her fat head off for an hour about how he couldn't just go using people as target practice in refining the Big Bang, ESPECIALLY YAMCHA.

(That, in Vegeta's opinion, was the best barbecue EVER.)

In addition, while Bulma ran around like an extremely ugly chicken with her head cut off preparing for such a thing, she forgot all about his very existence. The father of her child. Were the uniformed men waiting on him hand and foot? NO. Were the multitudes of trays being brought in by caterers for him? NO. And the woman had to gall to tell him that if he were to touch the food before the guests arrived, he would be In Big Trouble.

He'd only scoffed, sneered, and walked away, but really, the situation was beginning to annoy him. Why should he be forced to cater to these guests when he was truly the most important person in attendance? Why should he have to stay out of the way? Why couldn't he hang the waiter by his ankles; he deserved it, after all. Did Bulma really need to build an entire stage for karaoke? He had not encountered a more foolish human endeavor.

Amidst the chaos of set-up, Vegeta wandered toward the kitchen. If Bulma prevented him from taking food from his own house, there indeed would be Big Trouble. His lips turned upward at the thought. At least there would be some entertainment.

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Gohan tended to feel uncomfortable at most of the get-togethers at CC only because, each and every time, his mother freaked out over what to wear and both Gohan and Goten ended up going to a casual BBQ in stuffy suits or something else equally overdone. As always, in the end, Chichi changed countless times only to finally settle on a simple outfit for herself.

"I feel so overdressed," he said to himself as they arrived. Why did everyone else get to wear what they always wore? He'd rather be wearing his Saiyaman uniform, which was obviously the pinnacle of style, not that any of his friends and family were particularly stylish enough to understand that.

At least there was food. Enough for Majin Buu and a handful of saiyans. Bulma certainly knew how the throw a party.
"You let your mother dress you again, didn't you?" Videl asked amusedly, meandering her way over to Gohan. His outfit just screamed Chichi's influence. "Here. I made you a plate of food."

One day Gohan would have to grow up. Chichi would have seventeen heart attacks but it would happen. Of course, she seemed set on Videl becoming her daughter-in-law and having them move next door...

But that second part was never going to happen. Never!
Gohan blushed. It was bad enough that his mother had picked out his clothes for the BBQ, but Videl could tell, which made it a hundred times worse. "She didn't actually dress me," he almost whined. How embarrassing! Sometimes he didn't think he'd ever escape his mother's influence.