Chapter Seven: Dish Soap and Challenges! And, Help Arrives!
Heehee..... If there's a little tuuuuu much detail in here, it's because I've been latching my brain onto RE fic ideas lately. Don't hurt me, I'm just a... uhm... bunny. A techno bunny ;;-;; Be warned, I'm sleepy, it may be really... really weird. Sorry for the long update u_u
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And so the crowd stared right back at her; eyes sliding from the swirling Vegeta (who was now making figure eights as he slowly but surely headed for the jewelry store) and back to the very irritated face of Bulma. Death beams on; lock; and target. Launch failed.
"Dammit! SOMEBODY help me; he's gonna go insane!"
The people still stared; still lost in the shock that someone was FLYING. No less, a man covered in drool and lipstick. The cops, donuts clasped in hands, finally turned and began to head for the corridor where the store lay.
Vegeta, meanwhile, landed right outside, eyes big and bloodshot. His arms were right in front of him, rigid, finger hooked into claws once more. Drool and lipstick ran down the corner of his mouth, and an uncharacteristically high-pitched giggle or two escaped his lips. As he made a few jolty, shaky steps into the store, he was greeted by the chortle of a baby.
Glancing to his right, he took note in the back of his mind an infant in a stroller; drooling happily and releasing an inhuman stench from its posterior. Waddling towards it, he found that its mother was a few feet away, browsing through a rack of necklaces nonchalantly and chittering away on a cellphone. Reminded again in the back of his mind of squirrels, Vegeta twiddled his fingers and returned his attention to the squealing baby boy.
Blinking at Vegeta through untainted blue eyes, the child held both his arms up and said, rather insistently, "Mama." Vegeta, jaw hanging open as though it had been broken, suddenly chirped and reached out of impulse for the reeking infant, holding him at arm's length and staring him right in the eyes.
The baby took this opportunity to drool for all he was worth, and Vegeta mimicked the action, tilting his head to one side and letting the pink-tainted lipstick dribble down his chin and onto his light blue shirt. The baby, immensely pleased by this, squealed and waved his arms, grinning at his new spikey-haired friend.
Getting bored after a moment and lightly plopping the child back into his stroller, Vegeta's glazed eyes caught sight of something SHINY.. Slowly turning his head, he let his eyes widen as they landed upon the jewelry rack. This was adorned with all the fake, but still expensive diamonds and gems, the fluorescent light from the display case beneath it making them gleam and glow and almost blind any passersby who wasn't either excessively used to such metallic lustre, or just plain stoned.
"Abuhhh......Abbbb...vvvvhhh......abuhh.....heehee...... chinese kung fow?"
All this mumbled under his breath as he picked up one necklace at a time, beamed at it, and tucked it into the baby's stroller; Vegeta seemed quite pleased when the child latched onto one of the necklaces and quieted himself by promptly gnawing upon it with his toothless gums. After perhaps the thirteenth necklace, give or take a bracelet or an earring here and there, Vegeta seemed to get bored. The woman, still chattering away on her cellphone, was completely oblivious as he lifted off the ground and out of the store, resuming his airplane noises.
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"Has anyone FOUND him?! It shouldn't be THAT hard to find a flying man, you know.." Bulma glared at the mall supervisor, a round little man with little hair and a tuxedo that made him remind her of a grey penguin. Since he was blonde, he fit the look perfectly. Fingering his moustache and chuckling nervously, he elbowed the guard to his left.
"Shouldn't you be HELPING the others? Go on, before I find someplace else for you to stand around. Like a parking garage. "
Shifting uncomfortably before turning heel and dashing off into the food court, the scrawny-looking man weaved his way into the crowd and was gone. The chubby man turned back to Bulma and sighed, trying to keep cool.
"We're doing all we can, Ms. Beefs. "
"....That's BRIEFS!"
**
Standing atop the fountain ledge so she could see over the crowd was Chi-Chi, hands on hips and eyes narrowed. She looked like her usual warrior woman self, and when she found Vegeta, she was gonna pound the HELL out of him! Finding herself smirking with satisfaction at the thought, she dusted her hands and hopped down, apparently just in time, because just as she landed, something large and blue streaked over her head..
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
The only reply, leave for the gasps and curses from the other brainless mall-goers and the slight bubbling and trickling of the fountain in the background was,
"WUH-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
And out of the fountain rose Vegeta. But now, he looked normal, leave for the fact that he was soaking wet, and that he clutched a bottle of Dawn dish soap in either grimy hand. Sighing in relief, Chi-Chi hopped back up onto the fountain's edge and leaned over to Vegeta, just to make sure.
"Vegeta? Vegeta! Say something, are you alright? Did you hit your head, or something? Earth to Vegeta!"
Vegeta's neck slowly craned so he was looking at her. His lips slowly spread into that insane little smile again, and the twitchfest commenced. Chi-Chi stumbled backwards in surprise, Vegeta's breath reeking of.. dish soap?! Coughing a little in disgust and shock, Chi-Chi pulled her patented Frying Pan of Doom out of nowhere, swinging it over her shoulder and preparing to knock Vegeta into next week. The entire crowd giving Chi-Chi a moment of revered silence at the majesty of the great Pan, she smirked and swung, pleased with herself as she watched it crash down upon the top of his head.
She held it there, wanting to grind it into his thick skull just for good measure, when she realized that Vegeta wasn't even there anymore. Blinking and looking at her prized Frying Pan, she saw the indentation in the shape of.. Prince Vegeta's hair. Cursing under her breath, Chi-Chi shook her head and simply tossed the gigantic weapon/utensil over her shoulder, flinching as she heard a random scream.
"Whoops... sorry! They just don't make 'em like they used to!"
Returning her attention to the location of Vegeta, she found that he was standing proudly atop the fountain, quite happily dumping both the bottles of Dawn into the fountain. Slowly but surely, the blue-dyed water began to bubble outward and upward, foaming over the edges of the first, the the second, then the third level and out towards the edges of the fountain towards the crowd. People screamed and ran away, and a few dove in, while Vegeta stood there laughing insanely, pumping one fist above his head (lemon scented Dawn bottle included).
"Vegeta! You're gonna die for all this!"
This was not Chi-Chi's voice, but one more familiar.. more... evil. Vegeta's head snapped towards the source, and there stood Bulma, one hand on one hip, the other pointing a finger at him accusingly as though he were a a very bad dog. Agreeing with his racing mind on the thought, Vegeta whimpered and lifted off, tossing the Dawn bottles at the ground. One of them konked the round man in the side of the head, and he simply tipped over, landing on his back somehow.
"Ahhh.... help me... I.. ahh.. Can't get up! " He groped at the air, looking all too much like a turtle for his own good. Bulma snickered and turned, watching Vegeta to see where he'd go next.
Now that he was atop the tall fountain, he was nearer to the second level of the mall, and out of the corner of his eye, several flashing lights caught his attention. Blinking stupidly and mumbling incoherently, he turned and drifted in that general direction, finding himself a little irritated at a little girl who shouted up at him to ask if he was the Easter Bunny.
Letting his toes touch the ground outside the newly dubbed Realm of Blinking Thingies, Vegeta gaped in awe and wonder at this new dimension.. There were people delving into other worlds by staring into screens, using their hands to control things... And there in one corner, people stomping around on another blinking device and making a game out of it! Unbelievable.... Incredible... It was.... the arcade.
Slowly, Vegeta put one foot through the wide open doorway. Nothing. Sniggering and drooling some more, he stepped fully through and just stood there, hunched over with arms limp, looking for all the world in the dark room like a drunk transvestite. Resuming his waddling steps, Vegeta stopped to stare over the shoulder of many gamers, his existence proven only by the odd noises he made and the drool trail he left on people's shoulders.
After a while, he found himself at this so called 'Dance Dance Revolution' device, where a certain lavender haired chibi was 'showing his moves' to a large number of gaping fangirls and boys alike. Easily parting the crowd with his soaking wet clothes and his still lipstick-ey and drooley face, Vegeta was behind Trunks when he turned to greet his followers.
Squealing and falling on his butt, Trunks glared up at his dad and pushed to his feet, mumbling, "Gee, dad. You really know how to kill a party.... Why're you looking at me like that? .....What, you wanna play?"
A sly grin spread over Trunks' face. For, you see, at this age, there wasn't too much he could beat his father at. But this... this was another world entirely, and he knew it by the unusual glaze in Vegeta's eyes. That had to be it! He'd just challenge him.. beat him... and.. get his ass whipped later when they got home. But it'd be worth it to see the look on his face!
"Okay, Dad. You wanna play, right?"
Vegeta nodded, letting himself become absorbed in the machine while drooling all over himself, just adding to the moisture that had his clothes sticking to him like thumbtacks to a retarded wombat. Trunks grinned and gave a thumbs up to the people that hadn't left yet, leaning over and inserting the needed amount of tokens into the coin-hungry console. As the machine fired up and Trunks positioned his father properly on the pad, Vegeta began to do a little 'finger dance' of sorts.
"Ready?"
"EeeeeeeeEee...."
"...Okay..... Let's do it! "
The game came to life before them with a foreboding and mind wrenching shout of, "SHOW ME YOUR BEST MOVES!"
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Elsewhere in the mall...
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"Help me... I still can't get up.... aaahhh... "
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Yet elsewhere..
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"DAMMIT! Vegeta?! Where are you!?! No sex for a goddamn MONTH if you don't come out now!" Bulma knew she was pregnant and there were times that sex was bad for the baby, but any mention of the words 'no' and 'sex' in the same sentence made Vegeta powerless. Though, the rest of the mallgoers didn't seem to know this, staring open-mouthed at her as she screamed like a wild animal.
Chi-Chi, on the other hand, had called in backup. Good ole' Chi-Chi, she always knew just what to do!
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"Heya Chi'! We're here!" Goku called enthusiastically, waving and grinning through the corndog he was busy inhaling. Gohan waved sheepishly from behind his father, and Goten ran in circles around them both, obviously on the same caffeination level as Vegeta.
Bulma stopped and stared.
"Oh, hell. We're doomed."
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Yet ELSEWHERE..
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"I swear! I don't know how they got in there! I was on my cellphone and my baby was right there and I saw this spikey-haired weird dude, yanno, and he looked suspicious... but I didn't put them in there!" The woman chewed on her cellphone antenna frustratedly, blinking as the security guard pulled out the rest of the jewelry from beneath her still-reeking child.
"Uh-huh. Tell that to the judge, ma'am. ....And for Chrissake, get this kid a diaper!"
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Jesus, what have I done?! Trunks and Veggie in a DDR match? Goku, Gohan, AND Goten there to help? Oh, boy. This can only go downhill. Meepmeep. Please review, reviews = next chappie sooner. 10 more and I have 100! Yay! Help me out! (Yes, that was MEANT to be KONKED. Just... so nobody slaps me for it later. )
Heehee..... If there's a little tuuuuu much detail in here, it's because I've been latching my brain onto RE fic ideas lately. Don't hurt me, I'm just a... uhm... bunny. A techno bunny ;;-;; Be warned, I'm sleepy, it may be really... really weird. Sorry for the long update u_u
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And so the crowd stared right back at her; eyes sliding from the swirling Vegeta (who was now making figure eights as he slowly but surely headed for the jewelry store) and back to the very irritated face of Bulma. Death beams on; lock; and target. Launch failed.
"Dammit! SOMEBODY help me; he's gonna go insane!"
The people still stared; still lost in the shock that someone was FLYING. No less, a man covered in drool and lipstick. The cops, donuts clasped in hands, finally turned and began to head for the corridor where the store lay.
Vegeta, meanwhile, landed right outside, eyes big and bloodshot. His arms were right in front of him, rigid, finger hooked into claws once more. Drool and lipstick ran down the corner of his mouth, and an uncharacteristically high-pitched giggle or two escaped his lips. As he made a few jolty, shaky steps into the store, he was greeted by the chortle of a baby.
Glancing to his right, he took note in the back of his mind an infant in a stroller; drooling happily and releasing an inhuman stench from its posterior. Waddling towards it, he found that its mother was a few feet away, browsing through a rack of necklaces nonchalantly and chittering away on a cellphone. Reminded again in the back of his mind of squirrels, Vegeta twiddled his fingers and returned his attention to the squealing baby boy.
Blinking at Vegeta through untainted blue eyes, the child held both his arms up and said, rather insistently, "Mama." Vegeta, jaw hanging open as though it had been broken, suddenly chirped and reached out of impulse for the reeking infant, holding him at arm's length and staring him right in the eyes.
The baby took this opportunity to drool for all he was worth, and Vegeta mimicked the action, tilting his head to one side and letting the pink-tainted lipstick dribble down his chin and onto his light blue shirt. The baby, immensely pleased by this, squealed and waved his arms, grinning at his new spikey-haired friend.
Getting bored after a moment and lightly plopping the child back into his stroller, Vegeta's glazed eyes caught sight of something SHINY.. Slowly turning his head, he let his eyes widen as they landed upon the jewelry rack. This was adorned with all the fake, but still expensive diamonds and gems, the fluorescent light from the display case beneath it making them gleam and glow and almost blind any passersby who wasn't either excessively used to such metallic lustre, or just plain stoned.
"Abuhhh......Abbbb...vvvvhhh......abuhh.....heehee...... chinese kung fow?"
All this mumbled under his breath as he picked up one necklace at a time, beamed at it, and tucked it into the baby's stroller; Vegeta seemed quite pleased when the child latched onto one of the necklaces and quieted himself by promptly gnawing upon it with his toothless gums. After perhaps the thirteenth necklace, give or take a bracelet or an earring here and there, Vegeta seemed to get bored. The woman, still chattering away on her cellphone, was completely oblivious as he lifted off the ground and out of the store, resuming his airplane noises.
**
"Has anyone FOUND him?! It shouldn't be THAT hard to find a flying man, you know.." Bulma glared at the mall supervisor, a round little man with little hair and a tuxedo that made him remind her of a grey penguin. Since he was blonde, he fit the look perfectly. Fingering his moustache and chuckling nervously, he elbowed the guard to his left.
"Shouldn't you be HELPING the others? Go on, before I find someplace else for you to stand around. Like a parking garage. "
Shifting uncomfortably before turning heel and dashing off into the food court, the scrawny-looking man weaved his way into the crowd and was gone. The chubby man turned back to Bulma and sighed, trying to keep cool.
"We're doing all we can, Ms. Beefs. "
"....That's BRIEFS!"
**
Standing atop the fountain ledge so she could see over the crowd was Chi-Chi, hands on hips and eyes narrowed. She looked like her usual warrior woman self, and when she found Vegeta, she was gonna pound the HELL out of him! Finding herself smirking with satisfaction at the thought, she dusted her hands and hopped down, apparently just in time, because just as she landed, something large and blue streaked over her head..
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
The only reply, leave for the gasps and curses from the other brainless mall-goers and the slight bubbling and trickling of the fountain in the background was,
"WUH-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
And out of the fountain rose Vegeta. But now, he looked normal, leave for the fact that he was soaking wet, and that he clutched a bottle of Dawn dish soap in either grimy hand. Sighing in relief, Chi-Chi hopped back up onto the fountain's edge and leaned over to Vegeta, just to make sure.
"Vegeta? Vegeta! Say something, are you alright? Did you hit your head, or something? Earth to Vegeta!"
Vegeta's neck slowly craned so he was looking at her. His lips slowly spread into that insane little smile again, and the twitchfest commenced. Chi-Chi stumbled backwards in surprise, Vegeta's breath reeking of.. dish soap?! Coughing a little in disgust and shock, Chi-Chi pulled her patented Frying Pan of Doom out of nowhere, swinging it over her shoulder and preparing to knock Vegeta into next week. The entire crowd giving Chi-Chi a moment of revered silence at the majesty of the great Pan, she smirked and swung, pleased with herself as she watched it crash down upon the top of his head.
She held it there, wanting to grind it into his thick skull just for good measure, when she realized that Vegeta wasn't even there anymore. Blinking and looking at her prized Frying Pan, she saw the indentation in the shape of.. Prince Vegeta's hair. Cursing under her breath, Chi-Chi shook her head and simply tossed the gigantic weapon/utensil over her shoulder, flinching as she heard a random scream.
"Whoops... sorry! They just don't make 'em like they used to!"
Returning her attention to the location of Vegeta, she found that he was standing proudly atop the fountain, quite happily dumping both the bottles of Dawn into the fountain. Slowly but surely, the blue-dyed water began to bubble outward and upward, foaming over the edges of the first, the the second, then the third level and out towards the edges of the fountain towards the crowd. People screamed and ran away, and a few dove in, while Vegeta stood there laughing insanely, pumping one fist above his head (lemon scented Dawn bottle included).
"Vegeta! You're gonna die for all this!"
This was not Chi-Chi's voice, but one more familiar.. more... evil. Vegeta's head snapped towards the source, and there stood Bulma, one hand on one hip, the other pointing a finger at him accusingly as though he were a a very bad dog. Agreeing with his racing mind on the thought, Vegeta whimpered and lifted off, tossing the Dawn bottles at the ground. One of them konked the round man in the side of the head, and he simply tipped over, landing on his back somehow.
"Ahhh.... help me... I.. ahh.. Can't get up! " He groped at the air, looking all too much like a turtle for his own good. Bulma snickered and turned, watching Vegeta to see where he'd go next.
Now that he was atop the tall fountain, he was nearer to the second level of the mall, and out of the corner of his eye, several flashing lights caught his attention. Blinking stupidly and mumbling incoherently, he turned and drifted in that general direction, finding himself a little irritated at a little girl who shouted up at him to ask if he was the Easter Bunny.
Letting his toes touch the ground outside the newly dubbed Realm of Blinking Thingies, Vegeta gaped in awe and wonder at this new dimension.. There were people delving into other worlds by staring into screens, using their hands to control things... And there in one corner, people stomping around on another blinking device and making a game out of it! Unbelievable.... Incredible... It was.... the arcade.
Slowly, Vegeta put one foot through the wide open doorway. Nothing. Sniggering and drooling some more, he stepped fully through and just stood there, hunched over with arms limp, looking for all the world in the dark room like a drunk transvestite. Resuming his waddling steps, Vegeta stopped to stare over the shoulder of many gamers, his existence proven only by the odd noises he made and the drool trail he left on people's shoulders.
After a while, he found himself at this so called 'Dance Dance Revolution' device, where a certain lavender haired chibi was 'showing his moves' to a large number of gaping fangirls and boys alike. Easily parting the crowd with his soaking wet clothes and his still lipstick-ey and drooley face, Vegeta was behind Trunks when he turned to greet his followers.
Squealing and falling on his butt, Trunks glared up at his dad and pushed to his feet, mumbling, "Gee, dad. You really know how to kill a party.... Why're you looking at me like that? .....What, you wanna play?"
A sly grin spread over Trunks' face. For, you see, at this age, there wasn't too much he could beat his father at. But this... this was another world entirely, and he knew it by the unusual glaze in Vegeta's eyes. That had to be it! He'd just challenge him.. beat him... and.. get his ass whipped later when they got home. But it'd be worth it to see the look on his face!
"Okay, Dad. You wanna play, right?"
Vegeta nodded, letting himself become absorbed in the machine while drooling all over himself, just adding to the moisture that had his clothes sticking to him like thumbtacks to a retarded wombat. Trunks grinned and gave a thumbs up to the people that hadn't left yet, leaning over and inserting the needed amount of tokens into the coin-hungry console. As the machine fired up and Trunks positioned his father properly on the pad, Vegeta began to do a little 'finger dance' of sorts.
"Ready?"
"EeeeeeeeEee...."
"...Okay..... Let's do it! "
The game came to life before them with a foreboding and mind wrenching shout of, "SHOW ME YOUR BEST MOVES!"
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Elsewhere in the mall...
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"Help me... I still can't get up.... aaahhh... "
*********************
Yet elsewhere..
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"DAMMIT! Vegeta?! Where are you!?! No sex for a goddamn MONTH if you don't come out now!" Bulma knew she was pregnant and there were times that sex was bad for the baby, but any mention of the words 'no' and 'sex' in the same sentence made Vegeta powerless. Though, the rest of the mallgoers didn't seem to know this, staring open-mouthed at her as she screamed like a wild animal.
Chi-Chi, on the other hand, had called in backup. Good ole' Chi-Chi, she always knew just what to do!
.......................
"Heya Chi'! We're here!" Goku called enthusiastically, waving and grinning through the corndog he was busy inhaling. Gohan waved sheepishly from behind his father, and Goten ran in circles around them both, obviously on the same caffeination level as Vegeta.
Bulma stopped and stared.
"Oh, hell. We're doomed."
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Yet ELSEWHERE..
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"I swear! I don't know how they got in there! I was on my cellphone and my baby was right there and I saw this spikey-haired weird dude, yanno, and he looked suspicious... but I didn't put them in there!" The woman chewed on her cellphone antenna frustratedly, blinking as the security guard pulled out the rest of the jewelry from beneath her still-reeking child.
"Uh-huh. Tell that to the judge, ma'am. ....And for Chrissake, get this kid a diaper!"
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Jesus, what have I done?! Trunks and Veggie in a DDR match? Goku, Gohan, AND Goten there to help? Oh, boy. This can only go downhill. Meepmeep. Please review, reviews = next chappie sooner. 10 more and I have 100! Yay! Help me out! (Yes, that was MEANT to be KONKED. Just... so nobody slaps me for it later. )