DETENTION
CHAPTER 1
Goten struggled uselessly against his restraints. His foe, watching him
all the while, laughed haughtily.
"It's no use, Mr. Son, you aren't going anywhere." The evil genius
smirked as he stroked a pet rat in his grasp.
The thirteen-year-old boy, grunted in frustration. "You won't get away
with this Mr. Fudo!"
"That's Dr. Juniku Fudo! I didn't attend five years of Evil Medical
School to be called 'Mr.' by the likes of you." Dr. Juniku Fudo looked
truly insulted. Turning fluidly to one of his evil henchmen, he
continued, "Take Mr. Son here and place him in the path of a very
dangerous and very elaborate killing machine, take 15 minutes to explain
our plans for world domination and our plans to torture his love interest
(which is in actuality impossible for an inferior henchman to have access
to that kind of information), then kill him. I am not going to stick
around for the actual death, I am just going to assume that Mr. Son is
dead while I escape in a spiffy-looking and potential car-chase material
transporter."
The henchman nodded his understanding and Dr. Juniku Fudo left the
metallic laboratory, taking his rat and several other henchmen with him.
"Do you really expect me to talk?" Goten called after the evil genius.
Dr. Juniku Fudo paused and turned very slowly back to Goten. "No Mr. Son,
I expect you to die!" He laughed insanely as he left the lab. Goten could
still hear his laughter at the over-used and extremely corny joke echoing
down the corridor on the other side of the door.
"Come on, you!" The henchman urged Goten to his feet from his kneeling
position on the floor and pulled him roughly towards another electronic
door. The henchman punched in a code and the door 'whooshed' open. Goten
looked up when he saw something dangling form the dark cavernous ceiling.
"Angelina!" Goten cried.
A big-breasted, scantily clad blond was bound and dangling precariously
by a heavy chain above some sort of mincing machine. She looked
absolutely terrified.
"Goten!" She cried. "I'm scared!"
The henchman dragged Goten up a set of stairs and tied him to a similar
chain and setting him next to Angelina.
"What are you going to do to us?" Angelina whimpered as she watched the
henchman walk over to what appeared to be a control panel for the mincing
machine. Goten rolled his eyes. It was plainly obvious what the henchman
was going to do to them.
"I'm going to push this big RED button, not this GREEN button, which
would safely set you free, and lower you slowly to your painful and
bloody death." The henchman did so and the chains which Goten and
Angelina were bound to began to lower into the whirring gears and knife-
like instruments, which would slice them to pieces in seconds.
"Oh God! I'm too beautiful to die! What will happen to my modelling
contract? Oh!" Angelina wailed. Goten wasn't paying much attention, he
was staring down her top.
Then Goten remembered something. "Angelina, do you still have that Extra-
Strength Eye-Make-Up Remover™?" Goten asked urgently.
"Of course," Angelina said. "But you'll have to reach it yourself, you're
not as badly tied-up as me."
"Okay, where is it?"
"Down my top." Angelina said simply. Goten smiled.
After a few seconds of awkwardly reaching down his love-interest's top,
Goten removed the Extra-Strength Eye-Make-Up Remover™ applicator and
applied it too his binds. Goten began swinging his chain towards the
safety of a nearby platform as the chain dissolved around the make-up
remover. Goten somersaulted through the air as the chain snapped and
landed neatly on the platform. Straightening his suit, Goten quickly
descended the stairs towards the henchman who was heading his way with an
expression of pure hate on his face. Goten easily punched him in the jaw,
receiving a sharp 'crack' sound as confirmation of it breaking. Kicking
him soundly in the stomach, the henchman double over and Goten heaved him
off of the staircase and into the whirring mincing machine.
The henchman's screams of agony echoed in the darkness of the large lab
and then were replaced by the sounds of gurgling blood, as the henchman
was decapitated. Goten smiled smugly. "It was a pleasure to 'meat' you."
Goten smirked. "Look at you, you're a real 'mess' man! . . . You must be
emotionally 'falling apart' . . . You need to learn to 'keep it together'
. . . It's a 'knife' day isn't it? . . ."
"Goten!" Angelina cried. It was then that Goten realised that he love
interest was drawing dangerously close to the whirring blades. He rushed
down towards the control panel and pressed the large green button.
Angelina ceased in her descent towards the mincer and the crane swung her
out of harm's way to deposit her on safe ground. Goten rushed over and
released her from her bonds.
"Quick! We must run for it!" Goten said urgently.
"Why?" Angelina asked.
"The Evil Lab always blows up in the end and a ball of fire will
inevitably chase us down a hallway and we will only just make it by the
skin of our teeth." Goten explained.
"Oh."
The two set of running through the labyrinth of labs and, just as Goten
had predicted, a blast was heard in the distance, resulting in a ball of
fire speeding their way as the two tried to escape through the long
tunnel.
"Oh, my ankle!" Angelina cried as she fell helplessly to the floor.
"Get up! That fire ball is almost upon us!" Goten called.
"I'm too hurt," Angelina said dramatically, pressed the back of her hand
to her forehead. Goten sighed, they didn't have time for this. He
stooped, gathered her into his arms, turned and bolted for the daylight
he could see at the end of the tunnel. As they reached the mouth of the
passageway, Goten dropped onto the soft grass and covered Angelina's body
with his own heroically as the flames roared above their heads. As
predicted, they had made it by the skin of their teeth.
When all was safe, Goten sat up. "Are you hurt badly?" He asked the
bruised and singed Angelina.
"Not really, but you know how it is with any heroine . . . I'll be
beautiful and sparkling again in no time no matter what the injury is."
Goten stood and took in their exotic jungle-island surroundings. Looking
to the sky, Goten could see a small jet-copter escaping over the ocean.
He took out his capsule case and popped open one of the many capsules
within. When the dust cleared, a futuristic motorbike with jet thrusters
stood in the capsule's place. Goten straddled the bike and made to put
his helmet on. "Angelina, I've got to stop Dr. Juniku Fudo and come close
to killing myself in this upcoming elaborate and certainly very dangerous
chase scene. There'll be time for explanations later, and hopefully some
Hanky Panky. I'll be back."
Angelina came to his side and smiled. "Oh Goten, you're so brave and
sexy."
Goten was busy staring at her barely covered breasts. "Oh, sorry, what
did you say?"
"I said, 'Goten, would you wake up already!?'"
"Huh?"
"Mr. Son, I would be greatly appreciative if you caught up on your beauty-
sleep on someone else's watch, I have a class to teach and your snoring
is disrupting me." Mr. Juniku Fudo said angrily as he turned and marched
back towards the front of the classroom. Goten blinked the drowsiness
away and realised that all the other students in the class were staring
at him and giggling.
Goten yawned, "But sir, I didn't get much sleep last night. I was busy .
. . er . . . studying . . ." Actually, Goten and his best friend, Trunks,
had stayed up most of the night playing Trunks' new Mortal Carnage III
video game, but Goten wasn't about to admit that.
Mr. Juniku Fudo sat at his desk and frowned. "Be that as it may, Mr. Son,
sleeping in my class is considered rude and disruptive. Please save it
for your lunch period."
"Yes Mr. Fudo. Sorry Mr. Fudo," Goten grumbled and lent a cheek against
his fist tiredly. Goten glanced at the clock, 9:23 am. It was going to be
a long day.