DISCLAIMER:
Dragonball Z belongs to
Akira Toriyama
It was late. Kitty sat on the
window ledge and peered at the round gravity chamber the was emitting
the
low whining sound that signaled shut-off. His little tail
twitched
eagerly. His new toy would be coming out soon.
There!
There he was. Kitty leapt
down from the ledge and streaked through the silent house and stopped
in
front of a door. It was slightly ajar. Perfect for
Kitty.
He slid his little paw under the door and pulled it open just enough to
slip inside. He scurried under the messy bed and waited.
His little kitty ears picked up the sound
of water running a half-hour later. It wouldn't be long now…
Yes there he is!
Kitty flattened down
as his new toy sniffed the air. Finding nothing threatening,
Kitty's
toy let the towel around his waist drop to the floor and he climbed
into
bed. Kitty trembled with excitement. Soon the fun would
begin.
The mattress above him creaked as his toy
lay down to sleep. He had to be careful though. His toy was
not like his other pets who fell asleep rather quickly. No.
He would have to wait and listen for the sounds of deep, even breathing
that signaled sleep. He began to clean himself, purring in his
contentment.
He could wait all night.
An hour later he heard the soft, deep breathing
indicative of sleep. He crept from his hiding place and soundlessly
leapt
onto the bed. There they were as always. This toy didn't
like
having his feet covered at night. Perfect for Kitty, who, with
abandoned
glee, leapt at the bare feet with claws extended and began to playfully
bat the little toes.
So far so good. No reaction from the
toy. He could play at this all night. He dodged back and
forth
whenever his toy moved. His little paws batted the cold
feet.
But soon he tired of it. He leapt upon the pair of feet and began
to nibble with his razor milk-teeth.
He suddenly froze as his toy jerked in sleep
and kicked his feet. Kitty leapt off the mattress and slunk under
the bed. He heard mumbling and then a deep sigh. And then
his
toy was fast asleep as though nothing had happened.
He was back, attacking the feet again with
tooth and nail. Then when he received no reaction, he decided the
best course of action was a frontal attack. But that might be
difficult.
He crept closer to the top of the bed. His toy was wrapped in a
thick
blanket the was drawn up to his chin. Only his head, feet and
hands
were exposed. Kitty sat and stared at his toy. His face
was,
regrettably, human in all appearance. Except the hair. And
Kitty took great delight in biting the thick strands of hair and
tugging
with his sharp teeth. Then he batted the sleeping face, the
small nose, and the furrowed brow.
Still no reaction. Hmm. Kitty
went back to the foot of the bed and began to lick the soft flesh at
the
bottom of his toy's feet. Instantly his toy jolted awake
with
a gasp and Kitty flew under the bed. He heard movement, his toy
sniffed
the air. But Kitty knew very well that his scent was all over the
house. His toy mumbled something unintelligible and sank back
down
on the mattress. Kitty enjoyed his game. He waited
until
his toy fell asleep again and renewed his assault. But as soon as
he crept to his toy's face to give him a lick, the eyes shot open and a
hand closed around his waist before he could make a mad dash.
"Damn cat." The tired voice mumbled.
"Go away." And Kitty found himself tossed to the floor. Kitty
sniffed
in disappointment. He always got caught eventually and that
ruined
the game. But it did force him to strive for perfection. He
had to be more subtle when dealing with this toy. Oh well.
He would content himself with sleeping across his toy's neck and
listening
to his nose clog with snot as the night passed. By morning his
toy
would barely be able to open his eyes.
He leapt back on the bed and settled down
under his toy's chin. Tomorrow night, he wouldn't get caught…
Vegeta awoke barely able to breath.
His eyes felt like they'd been glued shut. Something furry and warm was
pressed against his throat. He reached up and felt a warm,
purring
Kitty.
"Damn cat." He muttered. He grabbed
the cat and tossed it off his bed and watched it streak out the
door.
Then he began to sneeze.