"Letters"
by Acey
Disclaimer Sarcasm: I own DBZ. Not.
Acey: *voice dripping sarcasm* Almost as brilliant a disclaimer as the Valley Girl one.
Author's Note: I got back from vacation, apparently (it was all right-- were it not for the fact that I go to the same place every year it would have been even more enjoyable), and before starting this chapter I went over to fanfiction.net to see what had or had not appeared in my absence. Wow, lots of updates-- "Letters" was way on down the list. I was only gone for a few days...
The shoutouts:
Kelly Neptunus: You're going to France? I always wanted to go there, that's really neat!
Manda-Chan: I'm glad you think it's still suspenseful. I try hard to keep that part up as best I can.
And now, chapter thirteen. As always, enjoy.
The grocery store was packed, crammed with people going up and down the aisles. A parent was trying to coax her screaming, bratty child into silence by promising to buy him candy, the newest packs of trading cards, anything to keep her sweet darling quiet. The woman shot them a sharp look, which the mother returned while her child, seeing the opportunity, yelled harder that he needed an aircar model kit.
"Yes, all right, honey, I'll get it for you, okay? That okay with you?"
'Stupid parenting, asking your child to dictate what you should and should not buy for him,' the woman thought, irritated, as she passed the mother's buggy. 'Insanity.'
"Okay, Mom," came the pretentious, innocent reply. The woman rolled her eyes and stopped her buggy as she dug through her handbag for the list, pulling it out a moment later.
'Baking soda, sugar, okra, asparagus, flour, lemon concentrate, cream of tartar, string beans, rice-- Cook wants me to buy the store for her,' the woman thought, disgruntled. 'Wonderful. Okra isn't even in season.'
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She finished buying groceries half an hour later, having gotten all items but the okra after seeing the price. Five zene a package was outrageous, and the woman would have told the manager so if she had thought it would get her anywhere. She could see him from her place at the check out counter, a man in his mid to late forties, balding, and looking like the last person to haggle with one of his customers, unfortunately enough. He had the arrogant look she'd heard of somewhere, incorrect arrogance, probably, but--
Of course. Gero had called those twins arrogant in his letters.
The clerk absently muttered the total under her breath. Her stupid shift would be over in ten minutes, but with her luck the old lady would take that long to pay up.
"Ma'am," she began in annoyance, "the total--"
The woman pulled out a checkbook and waited.
"-- twenty-six zene."
She wrote the amount out in her illegible handwriting and handed it to the clerk, who barely looked at the piece of paper before dropping it into the cash register.
"Have a nice day."
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Author's Other Note: I apologize for the longer than usual wait for this chapter. If all goes well, the next few chapters will not take nearly as long to work out.
Disclaimer Sarcasm: I own DBZ. Not.
Acey: *voice dripping sarcasm* Almost as brilliant a disclaimer as the Valley Girl one.
Author's Note: I got back from vacation, apparently (it was all right-- were it not for the fact that I go to the same place every year it would have been even more enjoyable), and before starting this chapter I went over to fanfiction.net to see what had or had not appeared in my absence. Wow, lots of updates-- "Letters" was way on down the list. I was only gone for a few days...
The shoutouts:
Kelly Neptunus: You're going to France? I always wanted to go there, that's really neat!
Manda-Chan: I'm glad you think it's still suspenseful. I try hard to keep that part up as best I can.
And now, chapter thirteen. As always, enjoy.
The grocery store was packed, crammed with people going up and down the aisles. A parent was trying to coax her screaming, bratty child into silence by promising to buy him candy, the newest packs of trading cards, anything to keep her sweet darling quiet. The woman shot them a sharp look, which the mother returned while her child, seeing the opportunity, yelled harder that he needed an aircar model kit.
"Yes, all right, honey, I'll get it for you, okay? That okay with you?"
'Stupid parenting, asking your child to dictate what you should and should not buy for him,' the woman thought, irritated, as she passed the mother's buggy. 'Insanity.'
"Okay, Mom," came the pretentious, innocent reply. The woman rolled her eyes and stopped her buggy as she dug through her handbag for the list, pulling it out a moment later.
'Baking soda, sugar, okra, asparagus, flour, lemon concentrate, cream of tartar, string beans, rice-- Cook wants me to buy the store for her,' the woman thought, disgruntled. 'Wonderful. Okra isn't even in season.'
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She finished buying groceries half an hour later, having gotten all items but the okra after seeing the price. Five zene a package was outrageous, and the woman would have told the manager so if she had thought it would get her anywhere. She could see him from her place at the check out counter, a man in his mid to late forties, balding, and looking like the last person to haggle with one of his customers, unfortunately enough. He had the arrogant look she'd heard of somewhere, incorrect arrogance, probably, but--
Of course. Gero had called those twins arrogant in his letters.
The clerk absently muttered the total under her breath. Her stupid shift would be over in ten minutes, but with her luck the old lady would take that long to pay up.
"Ma'am," she began in annoyance, "the total--"
The woman pulled out a checkbook and waited.
"-- twenty-six zene."
She wrote the amount out in her illegible handwriting and handed it to the clerk, who barely looked at the piece of paper before dropping it into the cash register.
"Have a nice day."
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Author's Other Note: I apologize for the longer than usual wait for this chapter. If all goes well, the next few chapters will not take nearly as long to work out.