Dragon Ball Z Oneshots!

This takes place after Super ends. Enjoy, my dudes and dudettes.

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Me and Vegeta have been friends for years. Actually, me and him had been friends ever since Trunks was born. We met through Bulma, because me and her had gone to school together. Her and Vegeta were the only two people who really knew my secret. Maybe Goku and Piccolo had, but I wasn't really one hundred percent sure. The Saiyan Prince and his Princess had found out on accident, when Trunks wanted to learn how to play soccer at the age of four. It had been a total freak accident, honestly. He had kicked the ball at me so fast, I had absolutely no time to react. It hit me in the tail, causing me to scream in pain and unravel my tail from my waist. It had came out the back of my high-waisted jeans. That's how that happened.

Now, me and Bulma have been relaxing by the pool. Both of us are laying down in swimsuits, smiling happily while soaking up the sun. We have been sitting there for about ten minutes in silence, just laying in the lawn chairs. Bulma was the first to break the calming silence. "Oh, (Y/n)," She begins, sitting up and readjusting her bathing suit top. "I have a couple friends coming over at three. Do you think you could help me out so I can just prepare for when they're here?" She ask, looking at me with eyes filled with happiness. You can't say no to Bulma, because it's just the way she is. The way she flutters her eyelashes and smiles in hope that you'll give in to whatever she has asked.

With a soft sigh, I sit up and smile. "Alright, but it all depends on what you're going to make me do." My tail twitches, resituating itself around my waist. "No physical labor, because I am way too lazy."

The blue haired woman laughs softly. "No, no. The most you'll be doing is walking from my car and around the grocery store." Her voice is soft, almost as if she's joking.

"Alright, well what do you want me to do? Get snacks?" I stand, bending down and cracking my back. "Because I ain't buying it using my money if I don't know these people." My tone is joking, soft and light-hearted.

Laughing softly, Bulma nods her head. "Yeah, I'll give you like forty dollars. Run to the store and get anything you find really good. Also, instant ramen." She looks at me, seriously. I laugh and nod in understanding, walking back to the main building with her.

After getting dressed and heading out to the store, I'm now parking in the driveway of Bulma's home. I have seven bags of chips, snacks, instant noodles, sweets, and drinks, all in which Bulma help me load into the house. "I didn't really know how many packs of noodles you wanted me to get, so I bought ten. It was a pack for a dollar, so." I smile as we put things in the fridge and into cupboards. For chips, I got Doritos, nacho cheese and cool ranch, Takis, and original Chex-mix. For snacks, I bought strawberries, raspberries, celery with peanut butter, and  a bag of purple grapes. The sweets are sugar cookies and brownies, and I bought some (f/dessert) for myself. I just bought a two liter bottle of (f/soda) and some tea mix. Bulma, being the picky person she is, yelled at me for getting Takis and tea mix, but she then let it go once she realized that her friends had never tried them before. "So who are these friends anyways, and when are they getting here?" I ask her, sitting on the counter and letting my tail unravel from around my waist.

Bulma puts away some of the Doritos before turning to me. "Well, they are both kinda odd. You'll like one of them, though. His name is Beerus." She says, throwing an empty plastic bag into a larger plastic bag, in which is filled with more plastic bags. "The other one is Whis. You might like him, but I'm not sure. He's kinda weird, but me and him are close." Bulma says, putting her hands on her hips.

"How do you know I'll like this Beerus guy?" I raise an eyebrow, my ears perking in interest.

With a small smile on her face, Bulma laughs. "He's a lot like you, honestly." Is all she says before walking out of the kitchen and onto the patio. "Oh yeah," She calls to me as I hop off the counter. "They should be getting here right about now."