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Yahh I got 8 review overnight!!! So I wrote more!!! And this is it!!!
Disclaimer: Dragonball z doent blelong to me (like the ability to spell) although SSMuzura seems to think Gohan's belongs to her (her? I think?) anyway…
~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 7 ~Space steak~~~~~
After the whole 'loosing a contact' incident, both the girls made a beeline for the Woman's bathroom, dragging Gohan, who'd given up all hope apart from that the restaurant would be buffet, behind them.
Bulma and Chichi, still both about to burst, from either laughter or wishing for a frying pan, were escorted to their seats by the head waiter, a tall young man with dark hair, and given the menus. The girls emerged from the bathroom, looking stunning, Gohan behind them, looking stunned, about 15 minutes later, and this time Cath and Ness were dragged as Gohan pulled them towards the table. Not even bothering to sit down, Gohan swiped his plate from the table, and joined the back of the queue, the girls only just had time to grab theirs before being dragged with all the power of a hungry sayajin towards the food bar, piled high with meats, salads, pasta, seafood, chips, vegetables and soups.
Gohan had to restrain himself from dancing from one foot to another while the line moved at a deathly slow pace, held up by a little old lady wearing a pink cardigan, who was chatting to one of the cooks, a tall young man with greyish hair, about how she though it might get a tad nippy later on, and would he ever so kindly serve her some soup?
Two more feet, the steak was almost in reach.
One and a half feet, nearly, nearly.
One more foot, Gohan stretched up on his toes, leaning over Ness, who giggled and smirked at Cath, who was helping herself to the potatoes, and checking out the head waiter as he walked past.
One more inch, Gohan willed his arm to grow, he streeeeeeached.
Without bothering to use the tongs, Gohan, with a quick flick of his wrist, threw the hunk of meat up into the air, tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and waited for it to come down again.
And waited.
And waited.
Opening one eye, Gohan looked up. There, in the roof, was a steak sized hole, twinkling stars showing through.
Gohan looked around to make sure no one had seen it, no-one had, only Cath and Ness watched in amusement. Gohan blushed, and began loading his plate with the rest of the steak, a couple of salmon, everything else from all the food groups you've heard of and many you haven't, until his plate was overflowing with rich, tasty goodness.
"MMmmmmm rich tasty goodness" Gohan said out loud, without meaning to. Behind his back, Ness poked Cath in the arm.
"Did you hear that, he said 'Rich tasty good Ness' "She grinned. Cath glared, and tossed a couple more lamb chops onto her plate.
No-one (at their table at least, they did get a few strange looks from the others in the restaurant) was surprised at the speed in which Gohan ate his dinner, or the amount of food he consumed. What nearly made Chichi and Bulma fall off their chairs however, was the fact that Cath's was disappearing at roughly the same rate, and the pile of food on her plate was a couple of corn cobs higher than Gohans.
"Are you sure you're not part sayajin?" asked Chichi, dumbfounded.
Cath shook her head "Unless my parent were lying, Positive"
"Woa" Said Gohan "you'd really fit well into my family"
Cath was positively beaming. But this comment did not go down well with Ness. She stood up, taking Gohan and Cath with her, and dragged them all to the front of the line. The little old lady -still talking to the young grey haired cook- protested of course, but nothing was about to put Ness off. She piled her plate as high as Cath's had been, and dragged them all back to the table. Leaving the old lady muttering something to the poor cook about young hooligans with their suspicious haircuts these days.
Ness sat down, folded her napkin in her lap, and practically inhaled her food. Wiping her mouth with the napkin, she smiled sweetly over to Cath, who then dragged them all back to the buffet bar. All three piled their plated full, and ate with inhuman speed.
Suddenly, and not surprisingly, the whole thing deteriorated into a huge eating contest between the girls. And ended with half the restaurant betting on who would collapse, throw up or explode first, and the other half leaving, disgusted.
Bulma leaned over to Chichi "I think I know what Santa uses for his bottomless bag; sayajin stomachs" Chichi nodded her head weakly, and drained her cocktail.
Somewhere between eighteenth and nineteenth courses, something came whistling down from the sky, straight back though the hole it had made on departure, and landed SPLAT! on the little old lady's head. The steak was stone cold, and contained traces of a meteorite not found in this galaxy.
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Heh heh heh space steak...
OHH Who's gonna win the eating competition???
Who is the waiter??? first one to guess wins a prize!!! also, whos the cook???
Does the little old lady have anything to do with the story??? i think not (no really, i dont think)
Do the girls human stomachs have the power to hold down all that food???
Don't these questions get annoying???
Find out next time... (its sooooo tempting to say 'on dragon ball Z' but i wont, i wont, i wont, i wont...i just did, didn't i?)
See what happened last time??? People reviewed lots, so I got next chapter out quick…review lots for this chapter, and see if it happens again…
Yahh I got 8 review overnight!!! So I wrote more!!! And this is it!!!
Disclaimer: Dragonball z doent blelong to me (like the ability to spell) although SSMuzura seems to think Gohan's belongs to her (her? I think?) anyway…
~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 7 ~Space steak~~~~~
After the whole 'loosing a contact' incident, both the girls made a beeline for the Woman's bathroom, dragging Gohan, who'd given up all hope apart from that the restaurant would be buffet, behind them.
Bulma and Chichi, still both about to burst, from either laughter or wishing for a frying pan, were escorted to their seats by the head waiter, a tall young man with dark hair, and given the menus. The girls emerged from the bathroom, looking stunning, Gohan behind them, looking stunned, about 15 minutes later, and this time Cath and Ness were dragged as Gohan pulled them towards the table. Not even bothering to sit down, Gohan swiped his plate from the table, and joined the back of the queue, the girls only just had time to grab theirs before being dragged with all the power of a hungry sayajin towards the food bar, piled high with meats, salads, pasta, seafood, chips, vegetables and soups.
Gohan had to restrain himself from dancing from one foot to another while the line moved at a deathly slow pace, held up by a little old lady wearing a pink cardigan, who was chatting to one of the cooks, a tall young man with greyish hair, about how she though it might get a tad nippy later on, and would he ever so kindly serve her some soup?
Two more feet, the steak was almost in reach.
One and a half feet, nearly, nearly.
One more foot, Gohan stretched up on his toes, leaning over Ness, who giggled and smirked at Cath, who was helping herself to the potatoes, and checking out the head waiter as he walked past.
One more inch, Gohan willed his arm to grow, he streeeeeeached.
Without bothering to use the tongs, Gohan, with a quick flick of his wrist, threw the hunk of meat up into the air, tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and waited for it to come down again.
And waited.
And waited.
Opening one eye, Gohan looked up. There, in the roof, was a steak sized hole, twinkling stars showing through.
Gohan looked around to make sure no one had seen it, no-one had, only Cath and Ness watched in amusement. Gohan blushed, and began loading his plate with the rest of the steak, a couple of salmon, everything else from all the food groups you've heard of and many you haven't, until his plate was overflowing with rich, tasty goodness.
"MMmmmmm rich tasty goodness" Gohan said out loud, without meaning to. Behind his back, Ness poked Cath in the arm.
"Did you hear that, he said 'Rich tasty good Ness' "She grinned. Cath glared, and tossed a couple more lamb chops onto her plate.
No-one (at their table at least, they did get a few strange looks from the others in the restaurant) was surprised at the speed in which Gohan ate his dinner, or the amount of food he consumed. What nearly made Chichi and Bulma fall off their chairs however, was the fact that Cath's was disappearing at roughly the same rate, and the pile of food on her plate was a couple of corn cobs higher than Gohans.
"Are you sure you're not part sayajin?" asked Chichi, dumbfounded.
Cath shook her head "Unless my parent were lying, Positive"
"Woa" Said Gohan "you'd really fit well into my family"
Cath was positively beaming. But this comment did not go down well with Ness. She stood up, taking Gohan and Cath with her, and dragged them all to the front of the line. The little old lady -still talking to the young grey haired cook- protested of course, but nothing was about to put Ness off. She piled her plate as high as Cath's had been, and dragged them all back to the table. Leaving the old lady muttering something to the poor cook about young hooligans with their suspicious haircuts these days.
Ness sat down, folded her napkin in her lap, and practically inhaled her food. Wiping her mouth with the napkin, she smiled sweetly over to Cath, who then dragged them all back to the buffet bar. All three piled their plated full, and ate with inhuman speed.
Suddenly, and not surprisingly, the whole thing deteriorated into a huge eating contest between the girls. And ended with half the restaurant betting on who would collapse, throw up or explode first, and the other half leaving, disgusted.
Bulma leaned over to Chichi "I think I know what Santa uses for his bottomless bag; sayajin stomachs" Chichi nodded her head weakly, and drained her cocktail.
Somewhere between eighteenth and nineteenth courses, something came whistling down from the sky, straight back though the hole it had made on departure, and landed SPLAT! on the little old lady's head. The steak was stone cold, and contained traces of a meteorite not found in this galaxy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heh heh heh space steak...
OHH Who's gonna win the eating competition???
Who is the waiter??? first one to guess wins a prize!!! also, whos the cook???
Does the little old lady have anything to do with the story??? i think not (no really, i dont think)
Do the girls human stomachs have the power to hold down all that food???
Don't these questions get annoying???
Find out next time... (its sooooo tempting to say 'on dragon ball Z' but i wont, i wont, i wont, i wont...i just did, didn't i?)
See what happened last time??? People reviewed lots, so I got next chapter out quick…review lots for this chapter, and see if it happens again…