Disclaimer:
See these little DBZ characters in their little DBZ world *holds up convienet picture of the whole crew*, they don't belong to me!
Authors Note:
Thank you, Barbo-chan my vacation was funJ Sorry everyone that I haven't typed up another part for a while. I got caught up in the humorous shorts though. And I had fun, even if I really don't know what Gohan acted like as an adult, it was still fun to put him into everyday situations, sorta everyday. Thank you again for the comment (s) I love them, well, I can't say more that you will never know, anyone who is an author and gotten feed back understands though.
Saturday's Happenings IV: Freedom Revoked
'Mom would have a heart attack if she saw me wearing this.' Gohan thought. He stood studying his new look in a full-length mirror beside the dressing rooms. Piguro had gone to pay for the outfit he currently wore. Gohan actually thought he looked pretty good in it. He had on blue jeans that weren't too baggy and not to lose either. The bottoms of the jeans rested on black tennis shoes and touched the ground over his heel. A tight white T-shirt was tucked into the jeans and Gohan's shoulders were holding up a slick looking black jacket.
Piguro came back from paying with one last item in his hand. Gohan studied it curiously. The older of the two knelt down to the younger's level with a grin that split his face. Now Gohan was getting nervous, anytime someone looked at him like that, they did something weird. Piguro laughed when he saw Gohan's face adopt a wary look. "Don't worry kid. It's just a bandana. I figure if you're hanging out with me, we can have something in common, good fashion sense!"
Sure enough, when Piguro held out his hand, there was a blue and white patterned bandanna. He twisted it in his hands and tied it around Gohan's head in a way that left one spiky bang hanging over the top and the rest were trapped behind the piece of cloth. Gohan turned and looked back to the mirror. He grinned too. The half saiyin was positive he could get used to this, but his mother would never hear of it. He said as much to Piguro, who laughed and said he should enjoy it while it lasted then.
Walking back to the car, Gohan found himself thinking of food. How food was sustenance, how it helped keep a body strong, but mostly how it tasted good! (Unless Bulma cooks) When his mind started on this topic, his body was quick to follow, which was apparent when his stomach rumbled loudly. Piguro looked down at his little friend, from whom had just erupted a more thunderous sound than he would have thought a body that size could make. He quirked a smile saying, "Gee, you wouldn't be hungry now would you kid?"
Gohan had the good grace to blush before retorting. "I'm a growing boy you know. Anyway I have food in the car." Piguro gave him a bewildered look. "Remember that backpack I was wearing when you tossed me into the car? Mom stuffed that thing with food, said she didn't want to see me scavenging or something. Trust me, mom is a good cook, you will like her food."
Piguro's reply was an 'oh' muttered under his breath. Gohan smiled and dragged the young man back to the car where he unzipped the bag and revealed a feast to suite a Tupperware king. The elder was indeed impressed with Chi Chi's cooking. Gohan could tell by his face and the sound affects that surrounded his feasting. What Gohan didn't know was that while Piguro was impressed, it was more with the boy's appetite than with the food.
Once the two figured out how to stuff the plastic containers back into the bag, they were in they're respective seats and on the road again. "Where are we going?" inquired Gohan. "Anyplace imparticular?"
"Well, not really. We can't stay anyone place to long as it…"Piguro couldn't finish the sentence.
Behind their little convertible car pulled a well-buffed black vehicle. Piguro murmured an obscenity Gohan refused to repeat even on his worst day and slammed his foot down on the gas peddle. Gohan was thrown hard into his seat and forced to look straight ahead. When he did he made a little squeak type noise as he found that Piguro and the other buffed black vehicle were playing a game of chicken. Gohan watched with a sort of morbid interest as the two cars raced at each other.
Piguro would have kept this up, except for Gohan. He didn't really care that much if he himself were hurt in an 'accident', but he wouldn't risk the boy that way. Realizing that the henchman behind the wheel of the black vehicle had no intention of stopping, he turned the wheel hard to the right. The air car flew into the alley without hesitation and Piguro thought he was home free. Then the car that had originally been tailing him blocked the exit. Throwing the vehicle in reverse he turned to back up and discovered the other car had followed him in. They were trapped.
The four men slid out of their vehicles like snakes through grass. Each had their pistol drawn and aimed at Gohan and Piguro. One of the henchmen, Piguro believed his name was Kable, yelled to them acrossed the space. "You, Piguro, you and your little friend get out of that car now with you hands in the air. Try anything funny and I guarantee one of you will get it!" he waved his gun for emphasis.
"Gohan," Piguro said quietly, "We are going to do as they say."
"But Piguro, I could…"
"No buts Gohan. We can't do anything. Maybe if they take us somewhere and have us as captives, we can escape, but not with four guns pointed at us with in nearly point blank range."
Gohan sighed resignedly. Maybe it was better if they were just trapped. As long as they didn't try to murder them right here. It didn't pay to tell Piguro about some of his 'talents' right now anyway. Better to keep them hidden for a more appropriate time. Gohan looked at the sky. The sun, or what he could see of it, was on its ride down the sky. About five o' clock he judged. Mom would be getting angry or concerned about now. And dark clouds were rolling in.
I like cliffhangers! Not really, but I do seem to write them well enough. Tell me what you think! Oh, and sorry its so short, not intentional, I just ran out of creative juices.