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The phone rang behind the Son Matriarch as she ran around her kitchen frantically. Lunch was over and she had to do the dishes fast so she could start up making a couple hundred dishes of dinner for her man and her boys. Never before had all three of them been in the house at the same time however, since Majin Buu had been defeated her husband was now home again. As much as she loved her boys and loved how they were all a family once more, or for the first time, she could not handle this much work.
What was worse was they never helped her with any of it. Not from lack of trying, but every time they attempted to wash dishes they'd break them and any time they tried to cook for themselves, they started a fire in the house. As soon as they finished eating they would go back out and continue training. Chi Chi finally grabbed the phone after letting it ring several times and sharply asked, "What!?" not having time for a long conversation and wanting to get the call over with as soon as she could.
"Chi Chi?" the blue haired woman asked over the line. She doesn't sound too good, "How are you?" Mrs. Briefs had her own problems similar to the Son woman only she had a lot of help with her robots. Her men nonstop fought in the Gravity Room and trained as hard as they could. Everyone was worried another monster even worse than Majin Buu might show its ugly head and they all wanted to be ready for it this time. Her problems exceeded Chi Chi's in having to constantly worry about her son and husband's well beings as they've returned from training many times with broken limbs or deep gashes she had to tend to.
"Bulma! It's great to hear from you," the Briefs woman heard clatter of dishes on the other end and the spashing of running water. "You will not believe how tiring having all three of them in the house constantly is." Bulma was about to say she did but Chi Chi just kept going, "Maybe I should send Goten to normal school instead of homeschooling him because the only time I'm ever free of my boys is when Gohan goes to hang out with Videl the Sweetheart." Summer Vacation had started for the boy's high school so he was in the house more than ever and she could swear her hair was turning gray.
"I absolutely know what you mean," Chi Chi seriously doubted it but the only other mother of a Saiyan on the planet probably did know a little of what she was going through. "Actually that's why I called you, I've got an idea." Chi Chi listened as the older woman continued eager to hear what the genius had thought of to free her at least for awhile. "I'll fill you in on the details and if you like it just say 'I'm in' and I'll get everyone else together at my house to hear it." Bulma quieted down so her husband couldn't hear if he happened to be listening in.
Chi Chi nodded, and nodded, then gasped. Finally an evil grin spread across her face as the blue haired woman finished and she spoke two words that made the genius bluenette smile, "I'm in."
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"Woman why are all these people here? They're getting in the way of my training," Vegeta scolded as he paced the giant garden in the center of Capsule Corp. It had been three days since his wife's phone call with Chi Chi that he still had no clue about but it had taken that long to locate and call together all the necessary people for the plan. His wife giggled childishly and ran over to Chi Chi and 18 who were standing next to each other and they all started laughing hysterically.
Goku and Gohan were talking with Piccolo as the two youngest Saiyan boys played light speed tag, which was exactly what the name implied. Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien were talking as Chaozu was making small talk with Dende who had shown up for the occasion as well. Bulma stepped over to the microphone she had set up and tapped it a couple times to get everyone's attention, "Excuse me attention." The room quieted down and the boys stopped running and instead stopped to watch Trunks' mommy talk to all the strong people. "I know you are all wondering why we called you here on such short notice and I thank you for your patience."
None of them had a hard time getting there considering they could fly but many were kind of confused why they'd all gathered for the first time since right after the pink blob's defeat. They all stood at attention as Chi Chi stepped up some still very afraid of the woman who's glare alone could put them on edge. "During the past few months it has been increasingly difficult to live with our husbands, sons, and all their training so we've decided to take a vacation."
"That's why you called us here?" Goku asked confused but his wife shot him a look that made him shut up immediately.
"I've felt the same way as Chi Chi and it's time for a break," her husband and son dropped their jaws amazed she would say that about them. "We know that our men wouldn't survive a day without us so we've created a competition and the winner," she took a long pause to build up the suspense, "Wins one wish on the dragon balls."
The crowd gasped as usually the balls were only used to bring people back to life and they never really considered using them for anything else. Well some of them did but they never voiced their wishes out loud afraid of the scrutiny of others.
"What if you don't want a wish?" Gohan asked. "I mean, there's not much I'd do if I won," he stopped and looked around and saw that his father and Vegeta were also nodding although the humans there all were smirking and giving each other looks.
"This is not our choice to decide, Dende has to," Piccolo started.
"I've already agreed," Dende interrupted leaving Piccolo speechless. The older Namekian was giving the teen a look and Dende figured he'd explain, "They came to me first and asked if it was okay. Originally I was going to deny but the people involved are all kind-hearted and I trust them to not do evil with the wish." Piccolo didn't like it but he was no longer guardian of the Earth and all the Kami in him couldn't tell Dende how to control the planet.
"AS we were saying," 18 shouted into the mike and everyone spun back to face her. Shouting into a microphone was a mean thing to do in a room full of people with Super hearing and they held their ears. "It doesn't matter if you want the wish or not. We figure the challenge alone will be enough and the losers will have to live with the shame of defeat to the others."
"This is ridiculous I'm getting back to my training," Vegeta stated and stormed away.
"Didn't know you were such a chicken," Goku joked as the man stormed off and he stopped mid-step as everyone prepared for an explosion. "You don't even want to hear what they have in store for us?" The spiky haired Saiyan was interested in whatever plan the females had concocted and he figured it wouldn't work without Vegeta. Take the bait.
Dad what are you doing?
"Kakarott! Who do you think you're calling a chicken?" Vegeta turned and walked back slowly eyes set directly on Goku. The man scratched the back of his head with his right hand and with the other pointed straight at Vegeta. The man's face turned red with anger as wind started rushing around him.
"Enough!" Chi Chi shouted. "You are going to be called all sorts of names if you won't even hear us out," Vegeta cooled off a bit and looked at the woman signaling that she better continue but Bulma decided to take the stage for this specific part.
"Okay, this might sound odd but trust us it was thought out for a long time," she looked around at all the waiting faces and then dropped the bombshell on them. "You're going to prison," she waited for a reaction as the others looked at each other. One by one they all started laughing. Even the boys who didn't know what was going on started laughing along.
"We're what?" Vegeta asked for once part of the group laughter although he was the first to stop. "You think a puny Earthling prison could hold any of us?" The others wiped tears out of their eyes and looked back at the stage where the women seemed completely serious.
"It isn't how long they can hold you that's the challenge," they were now confused. "It's how long you can stand being there." The room grew quiet as they looked at each other with new looks of confusion. "We doubt any of you make it two weeks inside a maximum security penitentiary."
"It will be easy for me," Krillin said and waited for someone to challenge him. He really wanted that wish and if the others weren't going to take part in the challenge then good for him. Yamcha and Tien nodded as well looking at each other with competitive glances.
"I could easily make it much longer than Kakarott," Vegeta boasted.
"I don't know Vegeta I think I could easily beat you," Goku pretended like he was just saying it like he thought it to be true while he was egging Vegeta on to continue that power up from before.
"I want a wish!" Goten shouted excitedly and Trunks agreed.
"Unfortunately, you boys aren't allowed in jail with the rest of them," Bulma stated and the boys moaned figuring if they weren't going to be involved then why be there and ran outside to finish their game of tag. "So before anyone asks, the second wish will be used to make everyone on Earth forget you guys were ever sent to prison or that you committed crimes."
"Umm, Bulma," Krillin started, "What crimes?"
Eighteen smiled and pulled up a drawing board flipping one of the pages and everyone in the room gasped. On the page was a layout of West City bank: all three floors, the exits, entrances, "You're going to rob a bank." The men looked at each other knowing that none of them were going to rob a bank. "Not seriously you morons," they all took breaths of relief. She pointed to a bucket that Bulma pulled out with a CC on the side and sticking out of the side were barrels of machine guns. "You are going to go in, shoot up the ceiling, wait for the cops, and go to prison. Whoever lasts the longest wins the wish and all bragging rights."
"What if someone gets hurt?" Tien asked cautiously.
"You are the strongest people on Earth, if someone's about to get hurt I'm sure one of you could stop it from happening." Bulma said aggravated, "Now who's in?" Instantly Yamcha and Krillin's hands went up. Slowly Tien's followed and Goku who was staring into Vegeta's eyes also raised his hand. The Saiyan Prince stared at Goku's arm and raised his slowly as well.
Chaozu simply stated when his three-eyed friend looked at him, "Do you know what they do to guys like me in prison? No way," the others chuckled and looked at the remaining two.
Gohan was about to opt out of the competition as well when he saw his mentor's hand go up as well. He was speechless, out of everyone there he thought Piccolo would definitely not be a part of it. Everyone was now looking at him and he really didn't want to be the only one chickening out now that he was eighteen years old and considered himself and adult.
The women looked at each other excitedly, I never thought they would all be in on it, this is great! Bulma shouted into the microphone, "Get your guns boys. You rob West City's bank in twenty minutes, right at the shift change of the guards on a Saturday." They all ignored the fact that Bulma knew that and grabbed a gun out of the bucket.
For some of them it was the first time they'd held a gun usually relying solely on martial arts. Goku held it backwards and found the trigger firing it accidentally into his chest where the bullet flattened, "Oops," he turned it around and almost lit up half his friends when he held down the firing mechanism again.
His eldest son ran over and grabbed the gun out of his father's hand. He looked way too happy and Gohan looked at him as Goku frowned losing his fun toy, "Dad, remember, normal people get hurt by these. The bullets won't just bounce off them," his father laughed and snatched the gun back out of his son's hands.
"I know that, sheesh," he put the gun up on his shoulder and they all held AK-47's in different ways. The women looked at them and because of their huge muscles, they looked like the scariest group of people on the planet.
"I could last in there forever this will be a piece of cake," Vegeta looked around for someone to challenge him when his wife was the one to speak up.
"Yeah, I wonder how their food will taste," she said tauntingly and the Saiyans gulped. "I doubt they'll even let you have seconds," the humans instantly felt a boost in morale believing to have an advantage over the Saiyans.
Chi Chi shouted into her microphone, "Because you're all in the same area you will all be brought to the same prison; Death Yard." Half of them gulped at the name, "It is supposed to be the prison for the worst of the worst and that includes armed robbers. If you ever feel like leaving, then head to the Lookout and stay there until it's all over. Any questions?" To answer her the men lifted off with their guns and flew out of the garden into West City.
Bulma watched as her husband left and it was finally quiet inside her house. She turned to the black haired and blonde haired women and whispered, "We did it?" They nodded and two of them started jumping around gleefully as 18 just stood there grinning. "I can't believe it worked. I mean I always knew it would because I thought of it, but still I had my doubts," she calmed down as they stopped dancing.
"So now what?" Eighteen asked.
"I've booked us three rooms at the Beaches hotel and resort in Jamaica with all inclusive passes to the spa and everything there. I already hired a chef and a babysitter to watch our kids while we're gone." The three of them were so excited that they forgot Dende and Chaozu were still in the room.
"If you want I could look after them," Chaozu offered and the three women jumped looking behind them and seeing the two still standing there. "I mean if you're worried about the babysitter's trustworthiness I'll be happy to stay. I'd like to be near the prison anyway so I can check up on Tien," the women smiled at him.
"You're welcome to stay and help Choazu but I've already used this babysitter many times since the Android Invasion. He's been watching over Trunks ever since he was a baby, and here he is," Chaozu turned also hearing the door open and a fat samurai holding a rice ball walked in. "Hello Yajirobe," the woman said before walking right passed him with the other two women on her tail. "You should watch the news," they walked out as the man finished chewing.
"Why should I..." the door shut behind them and Chaozu and Dende chuckled as Yajirobe looked at them confused. "What's on the news?"
"Just turn it on," Dende replied grinning and Yajirobe did as he was told.
"Oh. My. God." The samurai said as the television turned on.
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"Yeah! Everybody get on the floor," Yamcha shouted jumping up on a table and shooting up the ceiling. Tien thought his friend was having way too much fun with this and looked at the person behind the counter, glaring at her with all his intensity.
"Give me the money," he demanded and the woman went straight passed the decoy money she was supposed to hand out in this situation and instead went straight to the vault. Vegeta was already there though and ripped the door off its hinges stepping inside with his gray bag with a money sign on it and started filling it with cash.
I've forgotten the thrill of doing something like this, the Prince thought as he filled money into his bags. Gohan and Piccolo stood just inside the door and it was taking all of their willpower not to turn on their associates and stop them. The people in the bank looked very frightened and usually Gohan was the one to stop this sort of thing but the cops had already arrived with the news teams right behind them.
Looking out the glass doors he saw a camera pointed right at him and on an electric billboard that was showing ZTV news he saw he face magnified with a machine gun slung over his shoulders. Oh no,
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"Videl get down here right now!" the crime fighter ran down her stairs and saw her father up close to the tv gesturing for her to come over. She ran assuming there might be something she needed to help out with before dropping her jaw, No way. On the screen was her boyfriend holding an AK-47 with the subtitle on the bottom of the screen, "ARMED ROBBERY OF WEST CITY BANK."
"B-b-b-but why? Gohan wouldn't, he just," she was too shocked to come up with a sentence as the camera moved around the glass panes of the windows showing many people she recognized. Not only was her boyfirend, but all the people she knew had fought to defeat Majin Buu were using guns to rob a bank. "Any one of them could have robbed that bank in an instant with their bear hands, why are they..." she couldn't think of a reason and just sat down on her couch.
"Honey, don't you think you should do something?" her father asked. Usually she was the first to run into situations like this but they were both so confused now they just sat down on the couch.
Turning up the volumed the screen focused in on one of the faces, "This has been determined to be none other than Son Goku, the winner of the 23rd WMAT." The camera panned over to the right, "Three time quarter finalist and professional baseball player Yamcha Bandit, Winner of the 22nd WMAT Tien Shinhan..." as they named all the fighters Videl couldn't believe they were throwing their lives away like this. The screen panned to each one of them and finally back to Gohan naming him, "Son Gohan, highschooler at Orange Star High School." Videl felt her phone vibrate and looked to see that Erasa had texted her ten times in the last minute. Gohan why?
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"Oh no the cops, we're busted," Krillin said skeptically throwing his gun and money bags with dollar signs on them on the ground. Yamcha and Vegeta groaned throwing theirs on the floor as well and Gohan took a deep breath of relief. Goku was clicking his trigger but had used up all his ammo on the ceiling and had never learned how to reload the weapon. He threw it on the ground and it shattered and all seven of them walked out of the bank together with their hands up.
Piccolo heard the news reporter who was turned around say, "Seeing as they're all martial artists armed to the teeth, we have no hope that the police will be able to force them to cooperate." He laughed as the man turned around and dropped his jaw just like all the cops. "New development folks, it looks like the robbers have all decided to turn themselves in."
"No turning back now you guys," Krillin commented as the cops slowly walked over to them.
"You're under arrest," the chief said as he approached holding a pair of handcuffs. Each of the fighters held up his hands in defeat and a police officer placed a pair on each of them. "Y-y-you h-have the r-r-r-right to r-remain silent," one of the other cops started and they flashed him smiles to bring up his confidence but that just seemed to unnerve the man further.
"When do we get to go to jail?" Goku asked raising one of his hands while forgetting the cuffs were on and breaking them into a million pieces. "Oops, can I have another set?" the cops who had all pulled out their guns nodded quickly and put another pair on him. The spectators were all confused and the cameraman just filmed but the reporter was speechless as they were all piled into cop cars and driven away.
"Well there you have it," he motioned for his cameraman to stop rolling. "Da fuck?" he said once the red light was off, voicing everyone's thoughts on the entire block.
Three days later.
"Seeing as you all pleaded guilty, this was an easy trial. For every single one of you, I sentence you to fifteen years with the possibility of getting out in seven with good behavior. Your time will be spent in... Death Yard," the audience of the trial gasped but the seven in front of the judge seemed happy.
"Thank you very much your honorness," Goku thanked bowing and the others followed suit with the exception of Vegeta and Piccolo. Nobody had ever been excited to go to Death Yard before and she was just shaking her head as the bailiff came in and escorted them to the bus.
On their march through the hall to the bus they passed many people they remembered from the bank, none of which were harmed in the attempted robbery. As they were about to reach the bus once they walked outside, Videl Satan landed on top of it flying down from the sky. "Oh, hi Videl," Gohan said waving sheepishly to her from the line of muscley men. They were all chained together at the feet but the bailiff stopped for a moment recognizing the Champ's daughter.
"Miss Satan, you know this boy?" he asked startled.
"He's my boyfriend," she stated plainly and flew down to him in between Piccolo and Yamcha who couldn't stop himself from laughing. "What were you thinking?" she demanded to know and the scar faced man in front of them had to control his outbreak of giggles receiving a kick in the behind from Gohan.
"Sorry Videl but I have to take them now," the bailiff said hesitantly.
"Videl come visit me in prison, I'll explain there," as the words left Gohan's mouth he wished he hadn't said it as she gawked. The line of men walked forward rushed onto the bus by the armed bailiff who apologized again to Videl. Hearing a shout from inside the bus Videl listened as her boyfriend shouted, "I love you!" The bus started driving away and she stood there speechless. She had been waiting for him to tell her that for some time and thought it would be in a super romantic type of way but getting driven away to prison wasn't one of the ways she imagined it happening.
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The bus wasn't very big so besides the Z fighters, only three others were on the bus. One was this sketchy looking guy who was freaking out because he was in withdrawl from all the cocaine he was selling and using himself. Another was a big black dude with an eyepatch who kept giving Krillin a look and the midget was bugging because he couldn't tell if he was being winked at or not. Finally the last man that was picked up was a convicted serial killer that had been on the run for five years and killed over twenty people. They'd all heard that George Mason had been caught but only when they saw him get on their bus, they knew it to be true. The man had scraggly blonde hair and shift eyes looking like he was completely unstable and the only think holding him down were chains that probably weighed as much as he did. He had more scars on his face than Yamcha and was trying to chew at his orange jumpsuit constantly.
It disgusted them that they were going to the same place as Mason but were assured by the bus driver and the two escort cops that he was far from the worst person in Death Yard. Piccolo didn't want to remove his clothes to put on the jumpsuit but obliged on the terms he was allowed to keep his turban. It would have been too weird for his antennai to be sticking out all the time.
"So," Krillin started talking to the officer in front of him nervously, "Why does Death Yard have such a bad reputation?"
"Well besides the worst of the worst staying there," the man started in his best scary story voice he started, "The guards do nothing to stop fights. Not only that but they're known to start fights and even when they lose they win because they have all the power." Krillin gulped.
"Yeah," the other cop jumped in, "I started out as a guard there but I didn't have what it takes. The ruthlessness, the brutality," Vegeta laughed, this isn't sounding too bad after all. I might have some fun here, "Oh funny is it? You won't be laughing when you meet the warden," he shivered as he continued, "The man is scarier than any one of the guards or inmates combined. When he walks by people bow or get on a knee that's how much power he emits. He got the job years ago and ever since this place has been a hellhole."
The bus slowed down as they neared the gates of the prison. The gang looked out their windows and were shocked at the size of the place. It was on top of a mountain, but it looked like the top of the mountain was cut off so it could be built. A huge barbed wire fence surrounded the outside with towers all around with heavily armed guards posted around the perimeter. The building itself was over five stories tall, and when Gohan compared it to his high school, it wasn't even a tenth the size. There was a giant field in front where inmates were all lining up against the fence as the bus approached. Some of them were hooting at the bus and whistling seeing the new meat come in.
"Good luck boys," the first cop said opening the cage door separating the bus as the driver opened the outside door. Vegeta was getting tired of the cuffs but breaking the rules already might get him the loss of his food and after that bus ride all night he was starving so he didn't shatter the handcuffs.
As they stepped off the bus in a line of ten, four guards came over to them hands on their pistols. The bus driver handed the men the keys before hoping back on and driving as fast as he could away from that place. It gave him the creeps just to be near it. "You boys must be hungry," one of them teased, a middle eastern man who was ripped out of his mind wearing nothing but a muscle shirt and jeans with a holster on his belt for his tazer and gun. "Too bad we need to process you first," the grumbling coming from the Saiyans stomachs told the guards they couldn't wait but they didn't listen and instead laughed some more pushing them forward towards the check in area.
Walking through metal detectors the guards found nothing out of the ordinary on the now unchained criminals. Until that is, Mason stepped in. The machine went crazy with beeping as soon as he did and the psychopath spun around confused. "What have you got there Georgey?" one of the guards, a tall muscular black man, shouted authoritatively.
"I have a pacemaker in my chest and it's metal so," the guard wasn't paying attention and Mason pulled a razor blade out from under the skin of his left arm and went straight for the man's neck. Before the metal hit its mark everybody froze.
Goku was standing between the two men with one hand on George's arm and the other he used to push the guard back. "You, you saved me," the guard said bewildered.
Another asked, "How did you move so fast?" and turned around to check if he was really seeing the man who was behind him a second ago and seemed to teleport across the room. Goku scratched the back of his head letting go of Mason's arm and the man turned to Goku jabbing him hard with the razorblade. The guards gasped but Goku was still smiling scratching the back of his head when he realized the man had attacked him.
"Oh," he turned and saw Mason backing up with a flattened piece of metal in his hands. "I'm sorry about that, but you really shouldn't be trying to stab people all the time," the man started spazzing out in front of the Saiyan as he was hit by four tazers at the same time before falling to the floor. "Hey!" Goku turned to the guards, "One of you would have been enough, why did you all do that?"
One of them laughed, "He's a nut, nobody cares about him, and nobody cares about you either big boy." The man patted his gun and Goku saw the motion not liking it one bit. "Okay, the rest of you, chow time," he forgot about his dislike for the man who was now going to feed him and became his best friend. As they rushed the guards to the mess hall, they were also looking around and the place didn't look half bad. There were basketball courts, a big field, a weight room (although they doubted there was enough weight on any of the machines for them), they even had a movie theater.
"I don't know about you guys but I could stay here for quite some time," Yamcha boasted putting both arms behind his head in a relaxed way. The guards that overheard him laughed before opening the doors to the mess hall. They gasped, in the center of the room there were two hispanic men pouding a small white guy into the ground with their feet while the guards on the second tier looking down passed money back and forth.
"This is terrible," Gohan said stepping forward but before he could get involved both men started freaking out and he realized two of the guards next to him shot them with their tazers. "Nothing to see get back to your seats," the guards shouted and the crowd that was gathered around them dispersed. The small white guy and black guy with the eyepatch who came in with them separated for the first time and went off to get some grub first. As they got there they were shocked to see that three of them had already got to the line before they did which seemed impossible since they almost sprinted.
"Move Kakarott, the food is mine first," he pushed the younger Saiyan away. "I am your Prince and you will listen to me," he commanded and Goku conceded stepping behind Vegeta as they got served. Goku mumbled something under his breath but Vegeta smirked as the lunch guy looked at him. It was another prisoner and usually when a new inmate came into the prison you weren't supposed to give them a lot of food so they knew who was in charge but the look this man was giving him made him take a huge scoop of slop and put it on his tray. Then he grabbed two pieces of bread and put them on as well. "More," Vegeta commanded and the man shook his head. "I said more," he seethed and the man backed away from the counter as Vegeta put his hand through the divider and put some more on himself.
The man stepped back forward after Vegeta stepped away but saw the same look in the man behind him. Goku was usually a happy easy going guy but when it came to his food, he was as serious as could be. The man put on the normal amount before backing up and turning a blind eye as Goku covered his plate in food. Before the man even turned back around Gohan also stacked up his plate to the brim with the slop. Finally the Saiyans were done and the man looked back only giving one scoop to the next two guys who grumbled about it loudly but were new in jail and didn't want to start anything.
"Hey you," as Vegeta and the Sons walked to where they saw an opening on a table, a white man with a tattoo of a swastika on his left cheek next to tear drops stood up and pointed straight at Vegeta. "You're gonna be my new bitch!" The room turned their heads as the man called that out to Vegeta.
"Don't," the Prince swatted away Gohans hand and walked to the end of the table where all the white supremisists sat. Some of the guards were placing bets on what they thought was about to happen but not one of them got it right as Vegeta grabbed the end of the table with one hand and raised it above his head. The benches on either side lifted as well and all the men slid into each other as they crashed to the ground. "Oh look, an empty table," by this point Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, and Piccolo had finished getting their food although the Namek only had a glass of water in his hand. All seven of them sat down on the now empty seats as the white guys slowly got out of the giant piles they were in.
One of the guards lifted his tazer from the top floor but another guard stopped him, "Let's see how this plays out," he said playfully and the two chortled.
The leader of the nazi group walked behind Vegeta's seat looking as intimidating as he could but none of the people sitting down seemed to notice him. He flexed his muscles in his jumpsuit with cut off sleeves for just that purpose. Krillin told a joke and Goku and Yamcha were laughing but the entire room was silent except for that. The Saiyans were eating slowly which was new for them not knowing if they'd be allowed to have seconds but as Vegeta took another scoop of his food with his spoon the Nazi leader slapped his tray out from under him. The Prince watched in slow motion as his tray clattered to the floor and all his slop, that actually tasted like mashed potatoes, fell everywhere. Instantly the group grew quiet as they stared at Vegeta hoping he wouldn't kill the man on his first day there. "Yeah how do you like that, Bitch?" he asked. Vegeta slowly rose to his feet and stepped out from the bench to look the man in the eyes. All he saw was hate and he backed up, the shorter man scared him like crazy but his rep was on the line. Laughing it off he turned and looked at some of his lackeys who nodded. Spinning around he punched as hard as he could straight into Vegeta's face. The fist hit its mark and everyone heard a cracking sound over the silence. They all thought it was Vegeta's face but in fact they were wrong.
The man fell on the ground grabbing his mangled fist as Vegeta grabbed his tray and walked up to go get seconds. "Hey where do you think you're going?" Vegeta turned and found that he was being surrounded by ten guys all with matching nazi emblems on their faces. He tossed his tray up into the air and the guards raised their eyes to look at it as it flew past them. When they followed it back down and the prisoner caught it their eyes grew wide as all ten of the others were writhing in pain on the floor.
"Hey you," now the Prince was getting annoyed but a guard stood in front of him. "Eat this," he shot his tazer at the man who raised his arm faster than they could see and caught the end of the tazer in his hand. Now the other guards were getting worried and all started firing their tazers.
"Vegeta just sit back down," his friends were getting up trying to console him but one of the guards thought they were trying to help and pulled the alarm. The seven of them grabbed their ears tight as the blasting alarm pained them. All the inmates started ducking for cover as tear gas was thrown from the top floor and the room filled with it. Goku breathed some of it in and started coughing like crazy realizing what it was.
They could have escaped, they all could have, but they knew if they ran now they were done for so they accepted the gas. They coughed like crazy it was so painful but soon they passed out on the floor.
When they woke up they found that they were alone, all seven of them in their own room all handcuffed to the table in front of them. "Great job Vegeta, now none of us got to finish our food," Gohan scolded.
Before another argument could break out, a man walked in. "Not one day, you couldn't make it, one day. I'm the warden, you can call me Warden." In front of them was a tiny man. Not small like Krillin, small like Chaozu only fatter, much fatter.
Vegeta saw the man and leaned in to Krillin saying, "Remind you of anyone?" Krillin knew exactly who he was talking about and they both started chuckling at the man's expense. Oh Guldo, Vegeta thought about all the times he made fun of the short, fat, four eyed, green alien and laughed out loud. Unfortunately for them the Warden didn't find anything funny and when people laughed around him he had paranoia that they were laughing at him. It might have been right in this instance but still he overreacted, "Nothing Is FUNNY!" he shouted. "Because of that incident in the mess hall, you're all going to spend a day in the box. It's your first day here which is why I'm only giving you a day, but just remember, this is my prison. Guards!" the room was filled with escort security.
They'd all seen the movies and tv shows that had 'the box' in them. It was much worse. In each of their separate rooms there was nothing. On the floor in the center with a little indent was a drain cover so that any piss could go in, and that was it. It was ten by six feet and it was dark. The doors had windows on them so some light bled through but that was it. Besides the drain the only other thing in the room was a video camera twelve feet up to be out of their reaches.
The Warden sat in his office and switched his computer to monitor the inmates. It had been four hours since he had them put in there and he was wondering if any of them had cracked yet. Usually by this time they were starting to think they'd been in there for days because of the small confines. "WHAT!?" when he looked at the screen not one of the seven men in the boxes were freaking out or banging their heads against the wall. In fact they were all sitting in the exact same position, criss cross on the center of the floor. "Why aren't they bugging?" he was confused, nobody could stand the solitary room that was the box. He'd seen more men freak out in their then getting physically beaten by his guards. The weirdest thing though was that, when he looked closer, they were smiling.
The man with scars all over his face thought hard about what to do next. Finally he got it, "Is it a monkey?"
"Nope," Krillin replied and Goku jumped in.
"Is it a Saiyan?" The short man was getting nervous now.
"Not even, that's eighteen," This is bad, they are getting close. Only two more questions and I win...
Tien joined in for the first time all game, "Is it an Oozaru?"
There was hesitation over the telepathic link as everyone froze. Even Vegeta and Piccolo who hadn't taken part were listening in, "Yes," cheers were heard in all their heads and moans from Yamcha who hadn't won once yet. "Damn Tien, you get mine every time." Krillin thought.
"He already knew it was a sapian and bigger than a loaf of bread, there was only so much it could be," Gohan joked. They'd been playing similar games for hours while some of them just meditated. Most of them were used to being alone for long periods of time and one of the worst things about the box was the knowledge that you couldn't leave. For any one of them, this was not the case. They could all leave at any time.
After a couple minutes of silence they heard someone on the other side of the door knocking. The man slid a piece of bread through the slot and left. "Where's my dinner? They can't expect me to only eat this," Vegeta held up his bread and looked at it with scrutiny.
"What, are you so acquainted with being treated like royalty that you can't survive on this little amount of food?" Tien questioned hoping to anger the man and get him to leave.
"Ha," the Prince scoffed. "We might be able to eat a lot of food, but even a small amount can keep us going." Not at full power, but I doubt I'll need that here. Besides no need to tell three eyes over there.
One by one they went to sleep. Over the monitors, every time the Warden checked they were sitting in the same positions and right before he went to bed he noticed something. Turning on the sound for the spiky haired one's box, he heard a loud snore and jumped back. He's sleeping? While sitting up, what the... Goku's eyes shot open and the man fell backwards as the man was staring right into his eyes.
If anyone was looking at the monitors I totally just scared them, Goku laughed to himself before closing his eyes and going back to sleep wondering why he'd woken up in the first place.
No one can beat me, I'm the best!
Why is Piccolo here, there must be a reason.
Money money money! Money money money!
Get ride of them, one by one, and the power will be yours!
The wish shall not be made for unselfish reasons.
My dreams will all come true.
Endless bacon, they all drifted into sleep.