Dude! Where's my car?

by sloth master

Trunks is sweet 16 and has entered a new yr at school. what will happen when he will be faced with his own fears. Will he be brave enough to admit his feelings...or will he turn away from his destiny?

1. hey mamma

The alarm clock buzzed angrily for the 5th time before a lazy hand shot out from underneath the pile of creased, white sheets.

"Shit!" I cursed as I accidentally knocked over the alarm clock, which fell with a thud to the floor.

I wearily got out of bed and onto the floor onto my hands and knees to scramble the pieces of plastic I would have earlier described as an alarm clock. The bed got made clumsily with my one hand while my other was trying to assemble the clock.

"mmmm..phwmmmm...." I mmmed through a mouthful of cereal while listening to my mp3 player. I quickly swallowed and burst into the lyrics.....

"hey mamma...(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel nauuughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
Im a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of new
The true niggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO)
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(Y'all come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the drama)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize tts
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on papa, dance to the drama)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
no fakin i know you see me shakin
and the way i break it down i got the whole world quakin
Off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter steady are you ready.

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel nauuughty

But the race is not, for the swift
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Tippa is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim
and we're really to nice, it finga lickin'
like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la ...)" the song ended and I washed my bowl and stuffed the cereal box into the cupboard.

"TRUNKS!!!! GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE THIS DOOR NOW! YOUR GONNA BE LATE. THE BUS IS HERE!" my mom shouted from the shower upstairs.

"BYE MOM! C YA!" I shouted back and grabbed my school bag and sprinted out the door to the unwelcoming doors the school bus. The bus driver grunted a good morning. I grunted back and casually walked to the back seat at the back of the bus where my 'too- eager -friend', Goten was waiting.

I grinned and sat down next to him.

"So, sup dude?" I smiled and 'high-fived' Goten and head butted him in a greeting.

"nuthin' much. Sweat' chillin' man...sweat chillin'..." Goten replied.

"ahhhhh...new school year and plenty of mischief to cause' eh?" I asked but really weren't expecting an answer." By the way...isn't it "sweet chillin'"?