Just One Wish

Just One Wish

Disclaimer: Another day another disclaimer…fine, I, in no way shape or form own Dragonball Z. As much as I want to, that is just the way the cookie crumbles. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.

A/N: Wow! She finally got round to posting another chapter! It's in celebration people!! I handed in my entire art portfolio today…no more stressing over artwork ^.^ Exams are in two weeks but…shhh…I don't need to know or stress until after I post this chapter. Anyway, enjoy! I've been busy and I will be busy but I'm trying, bear with me. Don't forget to review!!

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Chapter Seven

"Okay, remember no one make him mad, if this restaurant gets blown up again it's coming out of all your pay checks." The McDonald's manager said emphatically, briefing his crew. The irritable Saiya-jin no Ouji had blown up the place twice in the last month, a total of five times this year, all the while complaining that the service was bad, he was hungry and the food was taking too long.

"You." The manager, his nametag read 'Steve', pointed at a hapless employee. "Congratulations, you are on front counter."

The woman trembled visibly. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she dropped to the floor in the dead faint, oblivious to all the rush surrounding her.

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Goku patted his stomach reassuringly. "It's okay, we're almost there."

Nimbus stopped above the large, golden 'M' that proclaimed the presence of McDonalds and Goku quickly levitated down to the ground, his stomach rumbling in hunger, protesting at being kept waiting. He sniffed the air hungrily. Conscious that he was in fact, not 'Goku' but 'Vegeta', he put a scowl on his face. He didn't really see the point but he did it anyway, imagining the fuss Vegeta would kick up if anyone realised that something was amiss.

'Hmm…now, what would Vegeta do?'

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The newly chosen employee was struggling to stay on her feet when the short man approached the counter. She only had time to utter a brief prayer to Kami before he was there, at the front of the line. 'Why couldn't it be busy today?' She wondered despairingly. She half wished that she had fainted like her friend, then she wouldn't be the one standing here, possibly doomed to take a trip – either to HIFIL or a hospital, she didn't know which was worse.

"I'll have two of everything on the menu." The man ordered gruffly without hesitation. She trembled and nodded, managing to squeak out a 'yes'.

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Goten was surprised when his dad flew into Capsule Corp, practically breaking down the door. For a moment he was slightly worried, he'd never seen his dad in this much of a hurry. Unless there was a fight. Maybe one of their evil enemies had been revived, he wouldn't be surprised. It had happened before.

"Tousan?" He asked, wondering if his dad needed Trunks and his help. It was more likely to be Vegeta's help, but stranger things had happened. Besides he hadn't seen Vegeta all day, it was unlike the Saiya-jin prince to be scarce. He hadn't even pestered them to spar with him. Although Vegeta's idea of sparring was more like 'turn the gravity up high and see how many times you can blast demi-saiya-jins without killing them.'

His father turned to look at him and Goten could swear he'd seen a very un-Goku like scowl on his normally happy face.

"Brat. I've come to take you home."

"But tousan! Trunks and I hafta finish this!" Goten protested, eyes glued to the television screen, where a rapid game of 'Need for Speed II' was taking place.

"Yeah." Trunks echoed, pushing the buttons on his console rapidly.

'Goku's' eyes glittered dangerously. "Brat!! You are going home now!!"

Goten opened his mouth to protest again, his eyes still focused on the game. "Demo -"

"Kisama! Listen to me! You miserable excuse for a third class saiya-jin! You will come with me if I have to drag you myself!! Wakarimasu ka?!" Vegeta raved madly, waving his arms in the air.

"Hai, hai just after this lap." Goten said, managing to miss the fact that his 'father' was sounding a lot like the absent Saiya-jin no Ouji. He concentrated on the game, Trunks had managed to beat him the last two times, there was no way he was going to lose this time.

The pencil thin ki blast hit the Playstation and it exploded.

"Hey!" The two boys chorused angrily, both had been to preoccupied to notice Vegeta powering up.

"Tousan!" Trunks started, before noticing the weird look Goten was giving him. "Err…I mean, Goku-san! What did ya do that for?!"

"Listen brat!." Vegeta growled menacingly, addressing his real son, "Your mother will pay for it, she always does. Until then, deal with it like a Saiya-jin prince would! Now, ikimashou!" He commanded.

Without another word, Vegeta stormed over, grabbed Goten by the arm and dragged him through the space he had made when he entered.

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A/N: Well, Vegeta seems mad! ^.^ What will happen next? (Hint: I have no clue, but McDonald's will be involved. Okay so I have some clue.) Liked it? Hai? Iie? Review and let me know. If you add your email in the review (and I have time) I might email you. (*Added bonus!!*) I'm not so sure on the usage of some of the Japanese so if it's wrong: Gomen and let me know. Congrats to Wannon-chan on posting her very first DBZ fic! It's called 'Vegeta's Story' for those of you who want to read it. (So I plug my friend's work…deal with it!) and also to Rachi…who is finally going out with Caleb. ^.^ (About time!) Ha ha! I posted it on the Internet! (Oh well…) Okay so now I'm rambling…I'm just happy my art's done!

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