CAPTIVE
The sun was shining and the atmosphere was filled with the warm sense of summer. The hills were scattered with wildflowers and the sparkling river beside a small group of trees was creating a soft rushing in the distance. Three women were sitting under a large tree, unpacking an array of foods under the shade.
One was strikingly beautiful with blue hair, the other a blond with piercing eyes and the third a raven-haired woman who was beaming at a large dish made up of smoked salmon and vegetables.
"And this one" she said placing the round dining plate gently on the blanket, "is the salmon recipe I've been working on. I think I've finally perfected it! It took a while for me to get the vegetables right, every time I turned around to rinse them the wild pack of animals I call family had already devoured half of the fish!"
Chichi frowned remembering how she had to resort to barricading herself in the kitchen to finish most of her cooking.
"Well it's a good thing they've all left us to some peace and quiet" Bulma sighed as she laid back onto the grass, stretching her arms out, "Vegeta was getting a little restless. I wonder how they're doing out there" she looked up into the blue sky.
It had been a normal afternoon in West City, except that Goku had arrived unannounced at the door of Capsule Corp. He explained that it would be a good idea to round up all of the men and train together on a planet he knew of, to test out their developed techniques on one another. Bulma was comfortable that their planet was safe, but she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about losing the strongest men on Earth for a week.
Goku had assured her that he would be checking in on them daily, under orders of Chichi of course, who also wanted to keep tabs on her family. So the decided group would be Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Trunks, Goten and, after much pushing from 18, Krillin. Yamcha and the others that were unable to make the trip stayed behind on Earth. Bulma had allowed them to take one of her best crafts, with a threat of certain death if her husband and young son neglected to return it in the proper condition.
"So 18" she said propping herself up and giving her android friend a sly look, "I heard rumors that you and Krillin are trying to have another baby"
"I wonder where you picked up that information," said 18 shooting a glare at a blushing Chichi.
"Well the foods all out now, dig in!" she said pretending not to hear.
Bulma laughed and playfully nudged 18, "We all know there isn't anything more fun than trying for another baby, it's the work that comes after achieving our goal that's exhausting" she said picking up a plate.
"Well you're information is incorrect, I'm perfectly content with just Marron. Anyways, I might as well count Krillin as a second child" she said rolling her eyes.
"Hey, where have Oolong and Roshi wandered off to" Chichi said suddenly looking around.
The women had invited the two lecherous individuals to their picnic, but they had seemingly run off.
Two blond women sat giggling and gossiping as they sunbathed near the river. One of them had just reached around to untie the top of her bikini when she paused and squinted into the bushes behind them.
"That's funny" she said confused, "I thought I just saw something move over there"
"Probably just some wild animal" said the other lazily, turning to tan her back.
Roshi flicked Oolong on his piggy nose, "Idiot! They almost spotted you!" he whispered fiercely shaking his binoculars.
Oolong rubbed his nose annoyed, "Yeah! Well I was the one who found 'em! And those are my binoculars, give 'em back!"
"I don't think so," the old man laughed cruelly as he held the spying device out of the short pig's reach.
Oolong aimed a kick at Roshi's shin and missed, cracking his foot against a large root.
"GAHH!"
Oolong yelled in pain, hopping on one foot. Roshi made a move to cover his mouth, but it was too late.
"EWW!", the two girls screeched in horror as they looked down on the two stunned culprits.
"Hello ladies", Roshi grinned recovering his composure, "I think you'd like a hand with that bikini, eh?" he said advancing on them flexing his fingers.
"Ugh!" the blonds said in unison jumping back.
"There you two are!"
Chichi came stomping towards the four individuals highly irritated.
"All I had to do was follow the sounds of disgust and here you are," she said placing her hands on her hips, "We've been waiting for you for almost an hour! We should've just eaten and left you to your perverted agenda!"
Oolong looked sheepish while Roshi only stared back. There was a few moments of silence and then, "So where were we?" said Roshi turning back to the curvy blonds.
18 was drumming her fingers impatiently on her knee while Bulma yawned pointedly.
She stared moodily at the untouched food until Chichi, Oolong and Roshi came into view over a nearby hill.
"Finally!" Bulma cried standing up and waving them over.
"Nice hand-print old man" said 18 smirking at the large red mark on Roshi's face, "I'm guessing your victims didn't appreciate your advances"
"No, that actually belongs to me" Chichi said sitting down and helping herself to the cold salmon.
After everyone had had their fill, they all took to enjoying the rest of the afternoon. Bulma, Chichi and 18 talked amongst themselves, and it wasn't long before they realized that Roshi and Oolong had disappeared again.
"Maybe we should just leave them here" offered Bulma loading up her large air cruiser.
"I think that sounds fair to m-" 18 stopped short, blinking at the large growing shadow now surrounding the women.
They all looked up at the bottom of what appeared to be a large craft bearing down upon them.
"What is that!" yelled Chichi over the roaring wind caused from the massive ship.
"Who cares, run for it!" screamed 18 yanking both women away from the vehicle.
They landed on the ground a few yards away, tangled up in one another.
Bulma scrambled to her feet as the sound of crushed metal grew louder, "My cruiser!" she gaped open mouthed as the unfamiliar craft destroyed her newly configured masterpiece.
The other two stood up beside her, their hair whipping wildly around their faces.