Looking at some of my reviews I realised I should give you a warning. This story is mainly a comedy. This is mainly the beginning of Vegeta and Bulma's relationship. As for romance there is going to be a little G/C later on.

While Bulma was demonstrating her verbal skills, Vegeta was developing a headache and Goku was getting desperate, the others were having their own sort of fun…. which was ACTUAL fun rather than insanely crazy, fear evoking, annoying, and other rather unpleasant things.

As usual Roshi's little island was bright and sunny. Its small land had the typical scenery but with the addition of the rest of the Z fighters, who were having a party as well…. which would not include two slightly unstable individuals. (Smart of them.) Together they had scrounged together enough money to buy enough food for them all.

"I don't think it's enough," said Tien, examining the table covered with bags of chips, drinks and a couple pies.

"But Goku and Gohan isn't going to be here," reminded Choutzu. "Me and Tien phoned Goku when we got into to town and he said they were busy."

"The Sons too busy for food?" laughed Yamcha, shaking his head. "Who would have though?"

The entire gang shared a chuckle.

"Say Yamcha, why didn't you invite Bulma?" asked Tien.

The ex-desert bandit shrugged uncomfortably. "She's been really on edge the last few times I've seen her. Vegeta is breaking the gravity room every other day and he is constantly threatening Capsule Corp. employees. I figured inviting her would be one more thing for her to juggle."

Tien didn't buy it. "You've broken up again."

"No."

"Don't worry, you two will be back together in no time!" chirped Choutzu helpfully.

"It's not that!" shouted Yamcha, putting his hands up in a distressed fashion.

"Yeah, right!" said Krillin. "Hey, don't worry. I broke up with Maron, remember? I know how you feel."

"It's not that!"

"Calm down, Yamcha," piped in Tien. "Launch and I have had a few spats. Besides, you and Bulma have been dating off and on for years. It's only a matter of time before your acting like this never happened."

"It's not that!"

On a hammock strung between two palm trees, Master Roshi stirred and slowly woke up. Despite his aching back, the elderly martial arts master managed to sit, examined Yamcha and made very satisfied smile. His baldhead seemed to shine in the mid-day sun.

"It doesn't have to bother you even if you don't get back together. Hey, if you're lucky you'll become a handsome old bachelor like myself," he said.

For some strange reason Yamcha wasn't thrilled at that prospect. He shivered and turned to Krillin. "If I ever start acting like him, please kill me."

"Oh, I don't know," the monk chuckled, his face gaining a devilish countenance. "It might suit you. I even have a pair of sunglasses you can have."

"Hmm… Interesting that you should say that, buddy. You are already baldhead thing going for you. With those sunglasses and maybe a beard~"

"You say that like it's a bad thing!" remarked Master Roshi.

The two warriors gazed over at the old man and then smashed each other on the back as they laughed like crazy.  It was minutes before they could stop

"Okay, okay," chuckled Krillin as he wiped laughter tears from the corner of his eyes. "But really, what's wrong between you and Bulma?"

"Nothing really obvious," said Yamcha awkwardly. "The last few times we've run into each other have gone great. Truly. But they feel different somehow. There isn't any romance; we're instead two friends. You know the strange thing is that I like that. I know it's stupid but if I call invite her over, it may seem like a date."

He sighed.

"Maybe one of you should call her. She's almost always got her cell with her."

A thoughtful quietness came over the group.

"Choutzu, how about you phone her," suggested Tien. "If she's on edge it's probably for the best."

The little clown nodded and flying along entered the little house.

"Hi Bulma," they head his high voice say, "it's me Chou~"

"WOMAN, HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A WEAKLING COMPARAED TO ME! I AM THE PRINCE OF SAIYANS. A ROYAL OF THE MOST POWERFUL RACE IN THE UNIVERSE! I WAS BORN TO RULE AND NOT NEED TO LISTEN TO THE LIKES OF YOU!"

"PRINCE TURNIP, HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT UP FOR A MILLISECOND? I AM ON THE STUPID PHONE! YOU KNOW, THE THING THAT SANE PEOPLE DO!" a second voice boomed from inside, quickly followed by a fleeing Choutzu and Oolong.

Master Roshi, who had been attempting to go to sleep again, resorted to wrapping the hammock around his head to attempt to block out the sound.

"IF YOU'RE WHAT SAIYANS CALL A ROYAL THEN I DON'T KNOW WHY THE SAIYANS DIDN'T KICK YOUR SORRY ROYAL BEHINDS FROM HERE TO HFIL!"

"Uh, guys calm down just a little bit," came another voice.

"KAKAROT, DON'T YOU DARE INTERFERE! I AM GOING TO RID THE EARTH OF THIS MENACE! BIG BANG ATTACK!" Scream. Bang. Crash. "KAKAROT, I SAID NOT TO INTERFERE!"

"But Vegeta…"

"Don't bother, Goku. There is no reasoning with some people. VEGETA, YOU BASTARD, I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU UNTIL THE COUNT OF THREE. ONE. TWO…"

The rest of the Z gang looked at Roshi's house in horror.

"How did Goku, Bulma and Vegeta get in there!?" asked Tien, shouting over the noise.

"It’s the phone," Choutzu yelled back. "Their voices are coming in over the phone!"

"Then hang it up!"

"I'm not going back in there! You do it!"

Despite the clown unthinking self-sacrifice and plummeting into danger when it came to saving the lives of his friends Choutzu decided this was out of his league. The gang was faced with a terrible decision. Who would brave the terrible noise to end it once and for all? Their eyes slowly locked onto Oolong.

The pig noticed and desperately protested. "Wait a sec, you’re the ones with the super speed. I am NOT going in there."

The humans smiled.

You guys don't need to be told who hung up the phone. Do you?

Peace once again reclaimed the small island. Its inhabitants saved from permanent hearing damage by the evil force of Vegeta and Bulma's voices. Now, that part of the Earth can happily rejoin the day's festivities. All thanks to the brave efforts of the shapeshifter Oolong.

"I still don't understand why I had to be the one who went in there," he growled, rubbing his pink ears.

"Look at it this way," said Krillin as they started rummaging through the goods on the table. "We've all died at least once. You haven't. Call it pay back. Besides, nothing else can go wrong."

"Alright, food!"

Yamcha groaned as he looked over to where Yajarobe stood next to his hovercar with a very happy smile was plastered all over his face.

"You were saying?"

"Oh great, who invited him?" Krillin muttered, ignoring Oolong's comment, rubbing his temples.

"I'm hurt," Yajarobe said, putting one hand over his heart while the other one snatched a bag of Lays from Tien. "None of you invited me. I was working hard as always at Korin's, when he mentioned that you guys were having a little get together. I, of course, figured that you wouldn't be so cruel as to forget about me on purpose. So I came along so not to make you all feel guilty when you remembered me. I was being quite considerate after all."

"Yeah, Yajarobe. You’re the most 'considerate' person in the entire universe, Yajarobe," mumbled Yamcha.

"Dam straight," said Yajarobe.

Not in the least fazed by his companions when they shook their heads, he grabbed Tien's Coke at the same time. The tricolops, now without drink and food, glared very evidently at him with all three eyes. Yajarobe, being the experienced pest that he was, apparently didn't see.

"Despite all you forgetfulness I even managed to get Korin to let me come down here." In one swift movement the swordsman's plucked the new soft drink that Tien had only just taken from the table.

"We'll have to talk to Korin about this," commented Krillin.

Yajarobe snorted and gestured towards the air cart that was landed on the beach. "I'm here on business, Chrome Dome." The car door swung open and a heavily bandaged figure.

"Who are you?" asked Choutzu.

"Baba, you idiot!" the figure yelled.

"Sis, what happened to you?" said Master Roshi, from his hammock.

"What do you think happened? That crystal ball isn't exactly easy to fly on," she growled.

"Oh, then why are you here?"

Through, the eyeholes in her bandages, she gave him a very gleeful look. "There is some interesting things happening at the Son residence and I was out of junk food. How about a trade?"

"Alright…" said Krillin hesitantly. He could already picture it: a new evil force was most likely attacking the Earth. Again.

"It's a deal." Baba promptly relieved Tien of his second coke. The poor warrior threw his hands up in exasperation. Why him?

Inside the little house, the witch and the gang sat in front the T.V.. Baba raised her bandaged hands and chanted, "Goba, buba, doba, dee~"

"Hey, don't you need your crystal ball for this?" interrupted Yamcha.

"It's for effect. This will do just fine. Now let me work. Goba, buba, doba, dee. Here me screen. Let me see. Goba, buba doba, dee."

The T.V. image fuzzed, wavered. For a moment it flashed with static, then again and again. Suddenly stopped, a picture formed and as the senshi leaned forward it finally solidified. They saw…