The Shopping Trip Chapter 4
"That went…..much better than I expected!" said Gohan happily as they turned away from the shop. Goku looked at him.
"That man was not very nice," he replied. "I just hope King Yemma doesn't send him to hell,"
Vegeta growled. "I hope he burns in hell,"
"Vegeta!"
"Shut up, Kakkarot,"
Gohan laughed. His father and Vegeta could be so funny sometimes. From Goku's point of view, they were the best of friends, but from Vegeta's point of view, they were rivals and nothing more. Goku's stomach suddenly rumbled, and he scratched his head. He was so hungry!
"Uh, son? What's the next thing we have to get? I'm so hungry!"
"You're always hungry!" Vegeta exclaimed angrily.
"Well let's see here," said Gohan, pulling out the grocery list. "Mom said that we have to get…..3 rolls of salad, a package of seaweed, cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, beans, and onions, all from the fruits and vegetables shop,"
"All that!?" Goku said, his eyes widening. "How are we supposed to carry it? My hands are full with the bread, and you're carrying the milk,"
"We'll make Vegeta do it,"
"That's prince to you!"
"Let's go!" Gohan pushed, avoiding the accusation in Vegeta's words.
So off they went, down the paved road in search for the fruits and vegetables shop. They walked and walked, enjoying the environment around them and engaging in some small talk. Goku even found a little booth that sold steamed buns, and after whining and bugging his son about it, the three saiyans enjoyed the dessert. Finally, they reached the shop. Gohan, wanting to avoid another disaster, told his father and Vegeta to wait outside.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think you should come inside with me. I mean, remember what happened at the other shops? Do you two really want a repeat of that?"
Goku scratched the back of his head. "Well, not really—"
"What right do you have to order me, the Prince of all Saiyans? Do you not remember our deal? Unless it was a lie. Then I'll kick your ass to hell and back!" he interrupted.
"D-don't worry, prince!" Gohan quickly said. Best to play "personal slave" for the time being, until they got home, of course. Then all hell will break loose.
"Hmph, whatever. I don't care if you drag yourself into another mess, just don't call me when things get ugly," Vegeta said, turning his back. Gohan sighed and stepped into the store.
Just as he was out of sight, Goku turned to Vegeta, appearing like he was trying to say something but couldn't find the right words.
"…"
"What?"
"…"
"What is it this time, Kakkarot?"
"So is Planet Plant really covered in plants?"
"AUUUUUUUUUGH!"
Meanwhile…..
Gohan walked into the store, looking at the various fruits and vegetables around him. He quickly found the items he needed and, after grabbing a small basket, put them in. He then proceeded to wait in line to pay for the groceries.
"Hey, did you hear?" one teenager said in front of him.
"What?" his friend asked.
"There're two idiots makin' a big ruckus outside the shop on the street. They're fighting and yelling and makin' a big mess. I hear the police are thinkin' about arresting them!"
"Whoa, really!? What do they look like?"
"See, that's the thing. They look so weird! One guy's wearin' bright orange, and the other's wearin' some funny looking blue suit. Don't look like they're from this village,"
'Oh shit,' thought Gohan.
"Um, excuse me, sir. Where are they again?" he asked.
"Huh? They're outside the shop," replied the teen.
Gohan panicked, and then got angry. His father and Vegeta couldn't stay normal for 2 minutes! Gohan always had to clean up their messes. He sighed. How he is still sane, he'll never know. The half-Saiyan paid for his groceries and headed outside.
Only to be met with pure disaster.
His father and Vegeta were standing in the middle of the street, Vegeta yelling at Goku. He would occasionally throw a punch while Goku blocked it and nervously laughed. The booths around them were reduced to nothing, and the poor, terrified onlookers were screaming, shocked, taking cover, or all three at the same time. Gohan dropped the groceries, tore out his hair, and screamed.
"WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!?"
They both stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"Oh hi son!" his father said.
"Took you long enough!" Vegeta spat.
"CAN YOU NOT STAY STILL FOR 2 MINUTES!? What are you doing?" Gohan asked bewildered.
"This THIRD CLASS IDIOT, this PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A WARRIOR, claims he is stronger than me, Prince of all Saiyans!" Vegeta yelled angrily.
"Did you have to start this argument now, Vege—"
"Prince!"
"—Prince?"
"He started it!" Vegeta said, pointing an accusing finger at Goku.
Goku merely laughed and scratched his head, flashing a Son Goku smile. "Well, I didn't think he'd get this angry…..but Vegeta, you know I'm stronger than you. It's nothing to be mad about,"
Vegeta threw another punch. "NOTHING TO BE MAD ABOUT!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME! OF COURSE THERE'S SOMETHING TO BE—"
"Dad, why would you ask him that in the first place!? Stop!" Gohan was beginning to lose his mind.
"Will this never end!?" he thought.
"Well fine!" Goku "hmphed", sticking his tongue out at Vegeta. Vegeta just scowled.
"We'll continue this later," he grunted, folding his arms across his chest.
Gohan sighed and looked at the poor onlookers. "I'm sorry for the mess," he said. They just stared at him with their mouths still open in shock, but soon recovered and cleaned up the mess that the two full-blooded Saiyans made. Gohan walked back to the shop and picked up the groceries.
"Okay Vege…..uh, prince. Here are the groceries," he held them out to Vegeta.
Vegeta laughed. "Oh no, I'm not carrying those, my personal slave," He pushed them back at the boy. "Carry them yourself,"
"B-but I'm already carrying—"
"Carry. Them. Yourself."
Gohan was about to tear out more of his hair, but thought better of it.
"Yes, prince," he said through clenched teeth.
This was going to be a long day.