Find those Mags
“Ahh!” Vegeta cried in frustration. He flicked through a bookcase, filled with endless books. He was looking for Master Roshi's special “magazines”. “This is pointless!” Vegeta yelled. He stopped. “Hmmmm, that oldie usually reads in his room. I might check up there!” Vegeta had new passion. He had a feeling that he might find them. He raced to Master Roshi's bedroom. He burst in and broke the door off it's hinges. He ran over to the bed, he bent over and checked under the bed. Nothing just old bits of some food and other things. The next place he checked was Roshi's draws. He pulled out all of the draws and went through them all, just socks, underwear, pants, shirts, belts, gloves but no mags. “Gah, why can't the old guy find them himself,” Vegeta yelled. He then went to check Roshi's desk. Pens and letters covered the desk. No mags in sight. They weren't here. Maybe the bathroom. He then walked out of the room to the bathroom.
He entered the bathroom. “Ohh!” he moaned. The room stunk. He meld his breath and checked in the cabinet beneath the sink. He opened the doors furiously. Bottles of skin cair, and hair products clogged up the cabinet. After minutes of endless searching Vegeta finally gave up for this room. He had only one room left where it could be. He stormed to the lounge room. When he arrived in the small lounge room, the first place he looked was underneath the couch. Nothing there, he pulled away the cushions on the couch. Just hair and other stuff that made Vegeta feel ill. He turned away from the horrible sight. He checked behind the TV. His eyes lit up, he had found one of the magazines. He picked it up and looked at the cover. “Woah.....” Vegeta's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. He rolled up the mag and went and sat on the bare couch. “I can only find one magazine and I have searched everywhere Master Roshi has had his mags!” Vegeta complained. “That's it! I go tell that hag that he can find the other two by his self!” Vegeta turned red in rage. Just as he went to meet Roshi on the beach. He spotted something in the bookshelf. Vegeta raised his eyebrow. He turned to find the other mags right in front of him. All was silent. “YES!” Vegeta cried leaping in the air. He collected the other two and raced out to the beach. “How could I be so blind!” Vegeta remarked. He then returned the mags to Master Roshi.
The next day:Vegeta's phone rang loudly as he lazed on the couch in his house. “What now!” he grumbled. He answered the phone. “Yeah?” he said rudely. “Hi...Hi is this Vegeta?” said a familiar voice. “ROSHI! WHAT DO YOU WANT!” Vegeta raged. “I..I was w-wondering yesterday you left a lot of mess. And my fragile body is not up to the job, s-so could you clean up?” Master Roshi asked timidly. “Stuff it!” Vegeta said hanging up. He sat back on the couch and chuckled.
*Complete?
“Ahh!” Vegeta cried in frustration. He flicked through a bookcase, filled with endless books. He was looking for Master Roshi's special “magazines”. “This is pointless!” Vegeta yelled. He stopped. “Hmmmm, that oldie usually reads in his room. I might check up there!” Vegeta had new passion. He had a feeling that he might find them. He raced to Master Roshi's bedroom. He burst in and broke the door off it's hinges. He ran over to the bed, he bent over and checked under the bed. Nothing just old bits of some food and other things. The next place he checked was Roshi's draws. He pulled out all of the draws and went through them all, just socks, underwear, pants, shirts, belts, gloves but no mags. “Gah, why can't the old guy find them himself,” Vegeta yelled. He then went to check Roshi's desk. Pens and letters covered the desk. No mags in sight. They weren't here. Maybe the bathroom. He then walked out of the room to the bathroom.
He entered the bathroom. “Ohh!” he moaned. The room stunk. He meld his breath and checked in the cabinet beneath the sink. He opened the doors furiously. Bottles of skin cair, and hair products clogged up the cabinet. After minutes of endless searching Vegeta finally gave up for this room. He had only one room left where it could be. He stormed to the lounge room. When he arrived in the small lounge room, the first place he looked was underneath the couch. Nothing there, he pulled away the cushions on the couch. Just hair and other stuff that made Vegeta feel ill. He turned away from the horrible sight. He checked behind the TV. His eyes lit up, he had found one of the magazines. He picked it up and looked at the cover. “Woah.....” Vegeta's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. He rolled up the mag and went and sat on the bare couch. “I can only find one magazine and I have searched everywhere Master Roshi has had his mags!” Vegeta complained. “That's it! I go tell that hag that he can find the other two by his self!” Vegeta turned red in rage. Just as he went to meet Roshi on the beach. He spotted something in the bookshelf. Vegeta raised his eyebrow. He turned to find the other mags right in front of him. All was silent. “YES!” Vegeta cried leaping in the air. He collected the other two and raced out to the beach. “How could I be so blind!” Vegeta remarked. He then returned the mags to Master Roshi.
The next day:Vegeta's phone rang loudly as he lazed on the couch in his house. “What now!” he grumbled. He answered the phone. “Yeah?” he said rudely. “Hi...Hi is this Vegeta?” said a familiar voice. “ROSHI! WHAT DO YOU WANT!” Vegeta raged. “I..I was w-wondering yesterday you left a lot of mess. And my fragile body is not up to the job, s-so could you clean up?” Master Roshi asked timidly. “Stuff it!” Vegeta said hanging up. He sat back on the couch and chuckled.
*Complete?
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