“What?” Vegita calmly asked.

“Sorry, no Senzu beans!” Bulma said.

“NO!” Vegita screamed.

“No, Bulma!” Goku pleaded.  “The needles, and…”

“Shut up, you babies!” Bulma shouted.  “If you two are going to fight, then you have to expect a trip to the hospital eventually!”  Bulma dragged Vegita and Goku off.

    The hospital’s waiting room was loud.  Vegita covered his ears.  Goku just whimpered in fear.

“Hi,” Bulma said, walking up to the counter.

“Yes?” asked the nurse stationed there.

“My husband and…” Bulma began.

“Are injured?” the nurse asked, noticing the spewing blood coming from the two Saiya-jins’ stomachs and chests. 

“Yep!” said Bulma.

“Seven hour wait,” the nurse said.

“What?” demanded Vegita.

“Well, somebody destroyed a school today, so there are a lot of patients.”  The nurse gave Vegita a hard look.

“Not my fault!” Vegita explained.  “My stupid wife’s!”  Bulma slapped Vegita.

“Take a seat, please,” the nurse said.

“Nice going, guys,” Bulma said.  The group took a seat.

“Hey, Vegita!”  Goku picked up a kid’s book from a table.  “Want me to read this to you?”

“(Very long censor) Kakkoratt!  I am going to beat the (censored) out of you!”  Vegita punched Goku in the skull.  He pulled his hand back, and grabbed it.  He screamed in pain.

“You okay, baby?” Goku asked.

“Your skull is harder than steel!” Vegita said.  “I have to use the bathroom!”  Vegita marched off.

“There you are!”  Vegita turned to see a short man staring at him.  The man was wearing a long, white coat.

“Who the heck are you?” Vegita asked in his kindest voice.

“You are such the jokester, Dr. Likestokill!”  The man grabbed Vegita and dragged him out of the bathroom.

“Where the heck are you taking me?” Vegita demanded.

“Mrs. Moron had an accident.  Another head injury!  We need your help!”

“I have a desire to kill you, yet I feel this might be entertaining.”  Vegita followed the man through countless halls and doors.

“Ouch!” Goku said.

“What is it?” Bulma asked him.

“My head hurts!” Goku complained.

“From what?” Bulma asked.

“Vegita’s punch, I think,” Goku said.

“It took you that long to feel it?” Bulma asked.

“It usually takes longer,” Goku said.  “I must be in great condition to feel it that fast!”

    Bulma buried her face in her hands.  “Why did Chi-chi marry you?” she asked herself.

“Here!” the man said.

“Thank goodness you are here, doctor!” a woman said.  She was wearing a blue outfit.

“Yeah,” Vegita said.

“What happened to your hair?” another man in blue asked.

    Vegita wanted to kill the man for the insult, but decided to just shrug his shoulders.

“Some help please!” Bulma called.

“What’s his problem?” asked a doctor.

“He fainted.”  Bulma was puzzled by Goku’s sudden unconsciousness

“Let’s get him into onto a stretcher,” the doctor said.

“Here, doctor,” a man said.  He put a white coat on Vegita.

“Uh, shouldn’t I wear some blue, like you?” Vegita asked.

“No time,” a woman said.  “Mrs. Moron needs immediate attention!”

“Fine, but if this thing gets bloody, I’m not washing it!”  Vegita was serious, as his stomach cuts were still bleeding a slow, but steady stream.

“Good one!” said one of the doctors.

“Here she is!” said a large man, wheeling a woman into the room.

“Here are the tools,” said a woman, bringing a tray from a side room.

“Is she out?” a man asked.

“Yep,” someone said.

“Here are your gloves, doctor.”  The woman with the tray handed Vegita a pair of gloves.

“Uh, thanks,” Vegita said, slipping the gloves on.

“So, what is the plan?” a woman asked Vegita.

    Vegita froze, then asked, “What is the problem?”

“A piece of glass is in her brain, according to the exam,” a man said.

“Uh, then we get it out,” Vegita said, thinking the solution was so obvious.

“You okay?” a woman asked.

“I guess,” Vegita said.

“Let’s do standard number N-1-L-11,” a woman said.

    About an hour later, Vegita walked out of the surgical room.  He was covered in blood and constantly puking.

“And I thought Ginyu’s face was gross,” Vegita thought.

“Are you alright?” a woman asked Vegita.

“No,” Vegita said, bending over and vomiting.

“Maybe you should take the day off,” the woman suggested.

“Maybe.”  Vegita had been looking for fun but hadn’t found it.

“Incoming!” the large man called out, pushing a cart into the med lab.

“Again?” the woman with Vegita asked.

“Yeah,” the man said.

    Vegita looked up at the patient.  His eyes went wide and a smile crossed his face.

“Hey, are you alright?” the man asked Vegita.

“Just fine!” Vegita happily called out.   He jumped up and clapped his hands together.  “Let’s get going!” he happily called out.

“Oh, no!” Bulma cried out.

“What is it mam’?” the nurse at the counter asked.

“My husband hasn’t come back yet!”  Bulma was fearing the worst.  Vegita was probably off killing someone.

“What is his name?” the nurse asked.

“Vegita,” Bulma said.

“Vegita, please report to the waiting room, Vegita.”  The nurse put down the microphone to the speaker system.

“Dang!” Vegita thought.  “Must be Bulma!  Well, she is not going to take this pleasure away from me!”

“What is his problem?” a woman in the operating room asked.

“Skull fragments in the brain,” a man said.

“Plan?” a woman asked.

“Fix it,” Vegita said in an evil tone.

“Obviously,” a woman said.

“Well, let’s start by accessing the damaged area.  Remove this section of skull?” a man asked, pointing to the spot where Vegita hit Goku.

“Sure,” Vegita said.

    Thirty minutes later, they were nowhere.

“Man,” one of the surgeons said.  “We have broken every sharp thing we have on this guys head!”

“Must be a thick skull,” Vegita said.

“I am going to take a quick break,” one of the surgeons said.  Everyone but Vegita went into the break room.

    Goku started to stir.  “Where the heck am I?” he asked.  He opened his eyes.

“Hi,” Vegita said.

“What the…?” Goku asked.  Vegita held up a large needle.  Goku passed out.

“Now, to explore the small reaches of Kakkorratt’s brain,” Vegita said.  He extended his index finger, and formed a small energy blade.  He put it to Goku’s head.  It made a horrid noise, then stopped spinning.

“What?” Vegita asked himself.  All of the teeth on the blade were bent.  “What does that Krillin do?  Oh!”  Vegita formed a Destructo-Disc.  Like the previous blade, it failed.

“Shoot!” Vegita exclaimed.  He went SSJ2.  “Big Bang…”

“Vegita!” Bulma snapped as she burst into the operating room.

“What?” Vegita asked.

“Why are you in here?” Bulma demanded.

“He is a surgeon.  It is his job,” one of the male surgeons said, stepping out of the break room.  “What happened to your hair, doctor?”

    Vegita powered down.  “Thanks, Bulma.  I was having fun!”

    Goku woke up.  “What is going on?” he asked.

“You have a head injury,” one of the surgeons said.

“Here?” Goku said, pointing to the injury.

“Yes,” a woman said.

“I have had that since childhood,” Goku explained.

    Vegita was long gone by the time that Goku said that.  “I think that I should go ahead and make my forest home,” Vegita thought to himself.