Part two of the rather weird adventure. Enjoy.
"Since you two obviously need constant supervising and can't even watch TV without getting in trouble, I've decided you
would have to leave tonight, so I can work on the anti-dote." Bulma had made the two new teens come down, saying she might
have some bad news. "Is that it? You want us out of the house? What's so bad about that? Me and Kakarot can go spar
somewhere." Vegeta said. "I said you two needed supervision and that's why Trunks is taking you out. Since he reminded me
that you couldn't get in wearing your uniforms, you'll have to borrow his clothes."
"WHAT?! There is no way I'm going to wear his clothes! I've seen them and I'd rather be dead than seen wearing those
things." Vegeta yelled. Bulma's eyes narrowed. "That can be arranged, although death by repeated hits of the garbage can
are just as embarrassing." She threatened. "Fine. I'll go, I'll wear the bloody clothes. But I will NOT have a good time!"
He said, leaving the livingroom. Goku followed.
The clothing mission did not go without trouble. Both Goku and Vegeta wanted clothes that looked like their uniforms. In
Vegeta's case this wasn't hard, he was completely dressed in blue. He reminded Trunks of a Smurf. A very cranky Smurf. He
didn't say this, because although Vegeta hadn't heard of the Smurfs, he recognized an insult when there was one, especially
when it was directed at him. Goku was bit harder, an orange shirt wasn't a problem, but orange pants were. Goku's fighting
uniform had always been a mystery to Trunks. He liked the color orange as much as the next person, but not for wearing it
every day. He had many theories about this subject, the least possible being that Goku was a secret supporter of the Dutch
soccer team, whose supporters for mysterious reasons were always dressed in orange. Back to the subject at hand, they made
do with red pants. Goku accepted it and went to the bathroom to change. When he came back, Vegeta stifled a laugh. "Geesh,
you look like a Bhagwan follower!" Trunks said, taking in the combination of orange and red. "A follower of what?" Goku
asked. "Er, never mind, something historical and religious." Trunks replied.
"Finally! I thought you locked yourself in or something." Bulma said, when they reached downstairs. "Now, don't get into
trouble, stay out of fights, I don't want to read about your adventures in the paper or see them on the news, okay?" She
told the three men. They nodded in silence. She took Trunks aside. "I mean it. If you, or they or both get into trouble,
you'll be grounded till your 40." She threatened. Trunks nodded. They stepped outside, and Bulma sighed relieved. "At last,
peace and silence." She wouldn't have been so threatening on Trunks if it weren't for her husband's and Goku's talent to
get into fights. She heard stories about those parties, and there would be a fight, there would be an article in the
newspaper. Things could get really embarrassing if it was known that the husband of Bulma Briefs, boss of Capsule Corp. had
been in an ordinary fight. "Well, I've put off calling ChiChi as long as I could, but I have to tell her. Now's just as
good a time as any." She said to herself, and dialed the number. "Hello, ChiChi speaking! Oh hello Bulma. You did WHAT?!
Are you insane! Accident? Well, that IS possible. You sent them WHERE? Yes, I understand you needed peace, but you could've
send them here. What do you, best solution? You DO know Goku and Vegeta, don't you? You DO know these parties, with fights
and such. If my Goku gets hurt I'll... What do you mean, it's not Goku who'll get hurt? Yes, I know that, but what if they
start fighting? They'll bring the house down! You made Trunks do what? I don't think that's a big help. This better be
working, or else you won't have heard the last of me!" With that, ChiChi had hung up. Bulma sighed. "Well, at least she
didn't threaten to kill me, I suppose that is a good thing." She went to her lab to work on the cure, but kept the radio
on, in case the news was...interesting.
"So, this is your big party?" Vegeta took in the atmosphere. His mind, still an adult, hated the idea of having to go to
out, but the teen-hormones told him the exact opposite. "Yes, dad. Now, you know what mum said, if you or Goku cause any
trouble, I'll be grounded 'till I'm 40. Goku, did you hear me?" Trunks asked. Goku was a little distracted by the
surroundings. "Huh? Yeah, yeah, no trouble. Can we get in? I'm dying to see what it looks like inside." He replied. The
threesome paid to get in and wandered through the big building the party was held. "'Kay, dad, Goku, you have fun on your
own, I'm going to my friends. Don't get into trouble, or fights, especially with each other. I will be able to sense your
power level, so you'd better be nice, or I won't." He warned them. He turned and went to look for his friends. "Did you
hear that Kakarot? My own son, my own flesh and blood, threatening me! I'm so proud of him, I'll make a true Saiyan out of
him someday. But remind me to teach the boy some decent threats. Honestly, 'You'd better be nice, or I won't.'" Vegeta
said, skaking his head in disbelief. "Er, whatever Vegeta. Let's go and see the rest of this place." Goku suggested.
They ended up in the main room, at the bar, ordering drinks. "What do you mean pay? The prince of Saiyans does NOT pay for
something that looks like urine!" Vegeta had grabbed the bartender over the bar and was threatening him. "Vegeta, calm down,
it doesn't look like urine at all, and it definitely doesn't taste like it. Put him down, I'll pay." Goku said, sipping the
drink. Vegeta grumbled, and put him down. Coins exchanged hands and the bartender was busy serving someone else a drink,
far away from the 'damn teenage psycho'. The two drank in silence, pondering the recent events. Goku was still a little
surprised, and wondered if ChiChi would be mad, and if so, how much, and if it involved the dreaded frying pan. Vegeta had
other thoughts on his mind. Ways of getting rid of Kakarot, if the drink was actually drinkable, why he was dragged to this
place and mostly, why he hung around with Kakarot.
And why the music was both annoying, and appealing, almost...dance-able. "Hey Vegeta, I'll have to go find the bathroom, be
back in a minute, 'kay?" Goku disturbed his thoughts. "Hmm? Yeah sure, whatever Kakarot." Goku went off, in his quest for
the bathroom, and Vegeta stayed at the bar, in thought. An older man, about mid-twenties took Goku's seat and nudged him.
"Hello mate, if ye dun't mind me sayin', ye look a li'l depressed, know what I mean?" He nudged him again. "I don't look
depressed." Vegeta replied. "O'course not. Tha's what they all say." The man winked at him. "We-ell, at least 'til they
tried sum o' these happy pills, know wha I mean?" He took a very unsuspious looking box out of his jacket. "Happy pills?"
Vegeta echoed. "Yeah, happy pills. Bound to make the most depressed of men go hop skippity skip." He opened the box, and
showed some little pink pills. "Hmm." Vegeta didn't trust the pills, or the man. "What do they do to someone who's already
insanely happy?" He asked, thinking of Kakarot. "We-ell, if yer already insanely happy, ye dun't need my pills, matey! But
to answer yer question, they'll probably make him more insanely happy. So happy he might annoy people, or make a fool out
of himself." The man said. "Hmm. Any...side-effects?" Vegeta asked. "Side-effects? These are quality mister, not the grub yer
find on the streets! The only side-effect might be a possible slight nausea in the morning, but thassit!" At the absense of
any horrible side-effects Vegeta started losing his interest. The man saw this. "But I see yer new here, so why not have a
free sample hey? Have a li'l try? I'll guarantee ye, i's so good, ye'll come back fer more! Here, take this, wait a li'l
and feel the energy going through ya!" He shoved a little pill to Vegeta, who took it. "I'll be around if ye need some
more!" With that, the strange man took off. "Happy pills hmm? Makes happy people make a fool out of themselves hmm?" He
put the pill in Goku's drink. "This should be fun."
After a short while, Goku returned. "I finally found the bathroom, but I got lost on the way back here! Could you believe
it?" He said, taking his seat. "No, not really, why don't you have a drink, Kakarot? You hardly touched yours." Vegeta
said, wanting to see the effect of the pills. "Nah, not thirsty. How have things been here?" He asked. "Rather quiet, well,
you know what I mean." Vegeta replied. A guy bumped into them. "Hey, watch where you're going!" Vegeta pushed him away.
"Don't shove me, shorty." The guy replied. "Oh really? So what'cha gonna do about it?"
"Well, it might involve serious pushing."
"Oh really? How threatening."
"And painful kicking."
"I bet a girl could kick harder than you."
"Oh yeah? Well, a hedgehog's got a better hair-cut than you do, mister!"
Goku interfered. "There's no need to bring hedgehog's into this, they're very nice little creatures. Here, have this drink."
He pushed his glass to the young man, who took and drank it quickly. He waved a warning finger to Vegeta. "You were lucky
your friend interfered, or else!"
"Well, he's not my friend. And I wasn't lucky. Now, sod off!" The guy took the advise, and walked away. 'Damn! Now that
annoying brat took the drink! Still, the effect might be funny on him.' Vegeta though. "Kakarot, you shouldn't have
interfered, I easily could've-" He stopped when he saw Goku, laying on his arms on the bar. "What's the matter? Got a
little tired?" He asked. "No! It's just, you said I wasn't your friend!" Goku replied, sounding emotional. "Well, of course
I don't consider you a friend. You're my sworn enemy, my arch-nemesis, my rival, ever since I first set foot on Earth!"
Vegeta replied. This made Goku's eyes well up with tears. "You-you don't consider me a friend? I sa-saved you life! I
thou-thought you liked me?" Goku sobbed. "Of course I don't! I'm a prince, for crying out loud!" Now, normally Vegeta
wouldn't have reacted this harshly, and Goku wouldn't have reacted like a big wuss, but with the hormones, they couldn't
help it. Goku continued to sob on the bar, and Vegeta continued with his not-caring. "Hey, what's wrong with you then?"
Vegeta looked up, and saw a teenage girl sitting next to Goku, patting him on his back. "I-I saved his life, but he won't
even consider me his friend!" He sobbed. The girl looked at Vegeta, who would've been a pile of dust, if looks could kill.
"What?" He replied. "Unfeeling scum! How can you not befriend someone who has saved your life, and looks so kind and
friendly. You know, I don't mind being your friend." The last bit was directed to Goku. "Y-you would?" He looked cheerful,
and a grin started to to form across his face. "Of course! I'll be your friend. Wanna dance?" She asked. "Sure!" Goku
replied, and the duo went to the dance-floor, in the centre of the room. Vegeta looked at them as they walked off, and
couldn't believe it.
Trunks, who appeared seemingly out of nowhere, took the vacant seat. "Amazing, isn't? I've been trying to get her to dance
with me for weeks, and he does it within seconds." Trunks said, a bit sad. "You have? Do you always waste time on a girl
like that?" Vegeta asked. "Waste? You don't waste time on girls dad, well, not with a girl like her. I wonder what she
sees in him." He wondered. "Probably someone gullible and with fewer brain cells than she has?" Vegeta suggested. "That's
not very nice dad."
"I never said I was a nice person, and teens don't have to be nice. I bet it's in the contract."
"Maybe it's animal magnetism, you know, some guys have it, some guys don't." Trunks said, still sad. "Animal magnetism?
Hmpf, the magnetism of a donkey." Vegeta replied, still cranky. "But he's sure a very popular donkey, look at the girls!"
Trunks said, pointing at the happy dancing Goku, with a couple of girls around him. "I could do that too." Vegeta said,
feeling rivalry well up. "Er, you'd better not dad. 'S no room anyway." Trunks really didn't want to see his own father
dance, watching Goku dance was already weird enough. "By the way, what are you doing down here? Thought you were spending
the night with your friends." Vegeta said, reminded of what Trunks had said earlier. "Yeah well, they wanted to the foam
party, and I didn't, I don't really like them, you get all wet and soggy and I don't really want these clothes to get all
wet. Mum wouldn't like it." Trunks explained. "Foam party? What's that?"
"Well, it's just like in here, except there's some people covering the place with foam, with cannons, you get covered with
it, and all wet. I went once, but I slipped various times and got really dirty." Trunks explained further. "If you're so
worried about your precious out-fit, take them off." Vegeta suggested. Trunks eyed his father, trying to see if he was
serious. "Come on dad, that's the most stupid thing I could do. I'd probably get suffocated or something. And er, I'm not
wearing my coolest pair of underwear." He blushed a little. "What? You're not seriously wearing the one with the ducks on
them are you?" Vegeta was a bit shocked. "There's nothing wrong with ducks! They're very nice birds, and they take a very
important place in the Earth's environment!" Trunks answered, a little insulted. "Well, so do worms but you don't see
people wearing underwear with worms on them. Honestly." Vegeta shook his head in disbelief. "And beside the underwear
problem, why'd you get suffocated? Someone want to steal your little yellow ducky underwear?" Vegeta taunted. "It's got
nothing to do with my little yellow ducks!" Trunks said, maybe a little too loud. He got various strange looks. "Like I
said, nothing with the ducks, it's just the people would jump me, 'cause I'd be like, half-naked, and some people like to
jump on people who are half-naked." Trunks explained. "You mean a bunch a girls would jump you?" Trunks nodded. Vegeta
looked at Goku, and back to Trunks. "I've got a plan, and it involves Kakarot, and a certain room hopefully filled with
foam and girls." He grinned.
"What? You mean, shove Goku, with his animal magnetism in the foam-party? He'll get jumped the second he enters!" Trunks
said. "Yeah, well, that IS the basic plan." Vegeta said, still grinning. "And what's it to you? He's dancing with the girl
you want to dance with, isn't he?" Vegeta asked, knowing this a sore spot. "Well yeah,"
"And getting a little bit of revenge wouldn't be so bad, now would it?"
"I suppose not."
"Then let's get him.
"Are you sure this is where they keep the snacks?" Goku asked for the millionth time. "Yes!" Vegeta replied, a little
irritated. It wasn't hard to get Goku to come with them. It was hard to get to stop the girls from coming with him. Trunks
had succesfully stopped them, Vegeta didn't know how. "Hi dad, hi Goku. So, shall we go into the snack storage room then?"
He opened the door, and Vegeta shoved Goku in. He closed the door, and listened. He couldn't hear much, and was shoved on
the floor when Goku bursted out, covered in foam. "What the! Kakarot, why aren't you staying in there?" Vegeta asked,
getting up. Goku was trembling. Trunks saw some parts of the shirt were ripped off. He was panting. "That, was the scariest
room I've ever been in!" He exclaimed. "Whoops, guess it wasn't the storage room after all, he he he." Trunks laughed
nervously. "Damn right it wasn't! It was scarier than any battle I've ever been in! And that means something!" He said,
catching his breath. Trunks looked at his watch. "Hmm, you know, if we get to the balcony of the main room, we can probably
catch the performance."
"What performance?" Vegeta asked. "Of Ruff Stuff. Come on, it'll be fun." Trunsk replied.
"Rough Stuff? Weird name." Goku said, wiping off most of the foam. "It RUFF, spelled R-U-F-F." Trunks explained. "But that's
not spelled right." Vegeta said. "Yeah, that's the whole point, makes it look cool with stuff. Come on, follow me!" Trunks
was off, in the direction of the main. Vegeta looked at Goku. "Do you get the joke?" He asked. Goku shrugged. "Nope, but if
we follow Trunks and actuallly watch them, maybe it'll be explained." With that, the two followed Trunks.
They were up at the balcony, overseeing the main room, the dance floor and the stage.
"Is that guy 'Ruff Stuff'? Goku asked, pointing to a man standing on stage. "No, that's the DJ, he plays records and he'll
announce the performers." Trunks explained. Vegeta had been listening to the lyrics to the song that was playing. "It's
raining men? I've heard about it's raining cats and dogs, but this is ridiculous!" He exclaimed, after careful listening.
Trunks sighed. "It's figure of speech dad, it's metaphorical." He explained. The song ended, and the DJ announced that
'Ruff Stuff' would be coming after the next song, which he announced as well. "Finally!" Trunks smiled. Vegeta frowned when
he heard the song's title. "Marmalade? Why would anyone want to make a song about marmalade?" He wondered aloud. "Yeah,"
Goku joined in. "Peanutbutter tastes WAY better, everyone knows that!"
"You're right, and peanutbutter is much more poetic than marmalade, I mean, marmalade hardly rhymes with anything, where as
peanutbutter rhymes with er..." Vegeta fell silent. "Utter?" Goku suggested. "Well, yes, but an utter has nothing to with
peanutbutter, now does it?" Vegeta replied. "Erm, tree-cutter?" Goku suggested, after thinking. "That's just a different
name for a lumberjack, isn't it? They don't have anything to do with peanutbutter. Unless he would eat it." Vegeta said.
Trunks tried to shut off the conversation next to him, and focus on the music.
The song ended, and the DJ walked a bit further on stage, making small talk with the girls in front of the stage, who were
fans of 'Ruff Stuff'. Most of them were from around, but some had travelled several hours to get here and see 'Ruff Stuff'
Trunks snickered at this. "What's so funny?" Goku asked. "You'll know once you actually see their musical 'heroes'." Trunks
replied, smiling. "I thought you liked them? You said it would be fun to watch them perform." Vegeta said, a bit confused.
"Like them? I don't like them. But I'll definitely have fun, by laughing at them!" He grinned evilly. "You see, 'Ruff Stuff'
is a boy band, well, group, since band would involve instrument playing, and unless you count the voice as an instrument,
they don't play instruments."
"So, what do they do?" Goku asked. "They dance. In a pretty amusing way, actually. It's fun to see their loyal and
dedicated fans go wild." Trunks explained. One of the 'loyal and dedicated fans' was invited on stage, to announce them,
since she had seen them the most times. "Well, it's finally the moment you've all been waiting for!" The fan girl said,
through the microphone. "Yeah right." Trunks snickered. "It's Jason, Joey and Rob of the FA-BU-LOUS boy band RUFF STUFF!!!"
She exclaimed. "You can almost HEAR her do multiple exclamation marks." Goku said, covering his ears with the shouting from
the fans. "The sure sign of an insane mind." Trunks said, grinning at his joke. "They sure look insane." Vegeta said,
observing the screaming girls and the guys who were entering the stage. "No, you see, it's from a book..." Trunks began. "Oh
never mind, you two hardly read any books." He said, seeing his dad and Goku look confused. "Let's just laugh at the guys
on stage, okay?"
The guys started to sing, well, lip-sync technically, after they had said how much they loved being here, which was of
course a total and utter lie. The dancing also started. "By Kami's beard! I've never such horrid dancing in my life!"
Vegeta exclaimed, not being able to take it anymore. "Ehm, Vegeta, Kami doesn't have a beard. I don't think Nameks can even
grow hair, for that matter." Goku said. "Does that matter? It's figure of speech, and it's not important. Just like their
silly dancing. Anyone could dance in a silly way and lip-sync. They're getting fluffy stuffed animals for it, did you see
that?" Vegeta said, pointing to a girl who just gave one of the 'Ruff's a stuffed little dolphin. "Anyone could do that, I
mean, WE can do it, and we can't dance to save our lives." Vegeta said. This is one of those moments in life where everyone
knows what's next on the 'To say:' list. It's just a matter of time before someone says it. "So, why don't we then?" Goku
suggested after some silence. "Dance like them. I bet we could knock them of stage easily, and I'm sure we can convince
them to let us take over." He suggested. Vegeta gave this a little thought. Making a complete arse of himslef in front of a
bunch of people wasn't very appealing, but knocking a bunch of annoying brats off a stage sounded like fun. "I'm in." He
said. "Me too. Where do we start?" Trunks said.
"By going downstairs of course! Hey, check that guy out, is he dancing or having an heart-attack?" Goku asked, looking at
some guy on the dance floor. "I think it's the last, remember mum made me go to the first aid course? They teach you the
symptoms. I wonder why he's having one." Trunks said, after careful examination. "He looks rather familiar. Oh yeah, he's
the guy you gave that...drink. With the pills in it." Vegeta said, thinking aloud. 'Hmm, guess alcohol and pills don't mix'
He thought. "What pills?" Trunks asked, half hearing it. "Pills? No, I said, erm, chill. I think the guy should chill,
yeah, that's what I said. Now, let's go downstairs!"
"Since you two obviously need constant supervising and can't even watch TV without getting in trouble, I've decided you
would have to leave tonight, so I can work on the anti-dote." Bulma had made the two new teens come down, saying she might
have some bad news. "Is that it? You want us out of the house? What's so bad about that? Me and Kakarot can go spar
somewhere." Vegeta said. "I said you two needed supervision and that's why Trunks is taking you out. Since he reminded me
that you couldn't get in wearing your uniforms, you'll have to borrow his clothes."
"WHAT?! There is no way I'm going to wear his clothes! I've seen them and I'd rather be dead than seen wearing those
things." Vegeta yelled. Bulma's eyes narrowed. "That can be arranged, although death by repeated hits of the garbage can
are just as embarrassing." She threatened. "Fine. I'll go, I'll wear the bloody clothes. But I will NOT have a good time!"
He said, leaving the livingroom. Goku followed.
The clothing mission did not go without trouble. Both Goku and Vegeta wanted clothes that looked like their uniforms. In
Vegeta's case this wasn't hard, he was completely dressed in blue. He reminded Trunks of a Smurf. A very cranky Smurf. He
didn't say this, because although Vegeta hadn't heard of the Smurfs, he recognized an insult when there was one, especially
when it was directed at him. Goku was bit harder, an orange shirt wasn't a problem, but orange pants were. Goku's fighting
uniform had always been a mystery to Trunks. He liked the color orange as much as the next person, but not for wearing it
every day. He had many theories about this subject, the least possible being that Goku was a secret supporter of the Dutch
soccer team, whose supporters for mysterious reasons were always dressed in orange. Back to the subject at hand, they made
do with red pants. Goku accepted it and went to the bathroom to change. When he came back, Vegeta stifled a laugh. "Geesh,
you look like a Bhagwan follower!" Trunks said, taking in the combination of orange and red. "A follower of what?" Goku
asked. "Er, never mind, something historical and religious." Trunks replied.
"Finally! I thought you locked yourself in or something." Bulma said, when they reached downstairs. "Now, don't get into
trouble, stay out of fights, I don't want to read about your adventures in the paper or see them on the news, okay?" She
told the three men. They nodded in silence. She took Trunks aside. "I mean it. If you, or they or both get into trouble,
you'll be grounded till your 40." She threatened. Trunks nodded. They stepped outside, and Bulma sighed relieved. "At last,
peace and silence." She wouldn't have been so threatening on Trunks if it weren't for her husband's and Goku's talent to
get into fights. She heard stories about those parties, and there would be a fight, there would be an article in the
newspaper. Things could get really embarrassing if it was known that the husband of Bulma Briefs, boss of Capsule Corp. had
been in an ordinary fight. "Well, I've put off calling ChiChi as long as I could, but I have to tell her. Now's just as
good a time as any." She said to herself, and dialed the number. "Hello, ChiChi speaking! Oh hello Bulma. You did WHAT?!
Are you insane! Accident? Well, that IS possible. You sent them WHERE? Yes, I understand you needed peace, but you could've
send them here. What do you, best solution? You DO know Goku and Vegeta, don't you? You DO know these parties, with fights
and such. If my Goku gets hurt I'll... What do you mean, it's not Goku who'll get hurt? Yes, I know that, but what if they
start fighting? They'll bring the house down! You made Trunks do what? I don't think that's a big help. This better be
working, or else you won't have heard the last of me!" With that, ChiChi had hung up. Bulma sighed. "Well, at least she
didn't threaten to kill me, I suppose that is a good thing." She went to her lab to work on the cure, but kept the radio
on, in case the news was...interesting.
"So, this is your big party?" Vegeta took in the atmosphere. His mind, still an adult, hated the idea of having to go to
out, but the teen-hormones told him the exact opposite. "Yes, dad. Now, you know what mum said, if you or Goku cause any
trouble, I'll be grounded 'till I'm 40. Goku, did you hear me?" Trunks asked. Goku was a little distracted by the
surroundings. "Huh? Yeah, yeah, no trouble. Can we get in? I'm dying to see what it looks like inside." He replied. The
threesome paid to get in and wandered through the big building the party was held. "'Kay, dad, Goku, you have fun on your
own, I'm going to my friends. Don't get into trouble, or fights, especially with each other. I will be able to sense your
power level, so you'd better be nice, or I won't." He warned them. He turned and went to look for his friends. "Did you
hear that Kakarot? My own son, my own flesh and blood, threatening me! I'm so proud of him, I'll make a true Saiyan out of
him someday. But remind me to teach the boy some decent threats. Honestly, 'You'd better be nice, or I won't.'" Vegeta
said, skaking his head in disbelief. "Er, whatever Vegeta. Let's go and see the rest of this place." Goku suggested.
They ended up in the main room, at the bar, ordering drinks. "What do you mean pay? The prince of Saiyans does NOT pay for
something that looks like urine!" Vegeta had grabbed the bartender over the bar and was threatening him. "Vegeta, calm down,
it doesn't look like urine at all, and it definitely doesn't taste like it. Put him down, I'll pay." Goku said, sipping the
drink. Vegeta grumbled, and put him down. Coins exchanged hands and the bartender was busy serving someone else a drink,
far away from the 'damn teenage psycho'. The two drank in silence, pondering the recent events. Goku was still a little
surprised, and wondered if ChiChi would be mad, and if so, how much, and if it involved the dreaded frying pan. Vegeta had
other thoughts on his mind. Ways of getting rid of Kakarot, if the drink was actually drinkable, why he was dragged to this
place and mostly, why he hung around with Kakarot.
And why the music was both annoying, and appealing, almost...dance-able. "Hey Vegeta, I'll have to go find the bathroom, be
back in a minute, 'kay?" Goku disturbed his thoughts. "Hmm? Yeah sure, whatever Kakarot." Goku went off, in his quest for
the bathroom, and Vegeta stayed at the bar, in thought. An older man, about mid-twenties took Goku's seat and nudged him.
"Hello mate, if ye dun't mind me sayin', ye look a li'l depressed, know what I mean?" He nudged him again. "I don't look
depressed." Vegeta replied. "O'course not. Tha's what they all say." The man winked at him. "We-ell, at least 'til they
tried sum o' these happy pills, know wha I mean?" He took a very unsuspious looking box out of his jacket. "Happy pills?"
Vegeta echoed. "Yeah, happy pills. Bound to make the most depressed of men go hop skippity skip." He opened the box, and
showed some little pink pills. "Hmm." Vegeta didn't trust the pills, or the man. "What do they do to someone who's already
insanely happy?" He asked, thinking of Kakarot. "We-ell, if yer already insanely happy, ye dun't need my pills, matey! But
to answer yer question, they'll probably make him more insanely happy. So happy he might annoy people, or make a fool out
of himself." The man said. "Hmm. Any...side-effects?" Vegeta asked. "Side-effects? These are quality mister, not the grub yer
find on the streets! The only side-effect might be a possible slight nausea in the morning, but thassit!" At the absense of
any horrible side-effects Vegeta started losing his interest. The man saw this. "But I see yer new here, so why not have a
free sample hey? Have a li'l try? I'll guarantee ye, i's so good, ye'll come back fer more! Here, take this, wait a li'l
and feel the energy going through ya!" He shoved a little pill to Vegeta, who took it. "I'll be around if ye need some
more!" With that, the strange man took off. "Happy pills hmm? Makes happy people make a fool out of themselves hmm?" He
put the pill in Goku's drink. "This should be fun."
After a short while, Goku returned. "I finally found the bathroom, but I got lost on the way back here! Could you believe
it?" He said, taking his seat. "No, not really, why don't you have a drink, Kakarot? You hardly touched yours." Vegeta
said, wanting to see the effect of the pills. "Nah, not thirsty. How have things been here?" He asked. "Rather quiet, well,
you know what I mean." Vegeta replied. A guy bumped into them. "Hey, watch where you're going!" Vegeta pushed him away.
"Don't shove me, shorty." The guy replied. "Oh really? So what'cha gonna do about it?"
"Well, it might involve serious pushing."
"Oh really? How threatening."
"And painful kicking."
"I bet a girl could kick harder than you."
"Oh yeah? Well, a hedgehog's got a better hair-cut than you do, mister!"
Goku interfered. "There's no need to bring hedgehog's into this, they're very nice little creatures. Here, have this drink."
He pushed his glass to the young man, who took and drank it quickly. He waved a warning finger to Vegeta. "You were lucky
your friend interfered, or else!"
"Well, he's not my friend. And I wasn't lucky. Now, sod off!" The guy took the advise, and walked away. 'Damn! Now that
annoying brat took the drink! Still, the effect might be funny on him.' Vegeta though. "Kakarot, you shouldn't have
interfered, I easily could've-" He stopped when he saw Goku, laying on his arms on the bar. "What's the matter? Got a
little tired?" He asked. "No! It's just, you said I wasn't your friend!" Goku replied, sounding emotional. "Well, of course
I don't consider you a friend. You're my sworn enemy, my arch-nemesis, my rival, ever since I first set foot on Earth!"
Vegeta replied. This made Goku's eyes well up with tears. "You-you don't consider me a friend? I sa-saved you life! I
thou-thought you liked me?" Goku sobbed. "Of course I don't! I'm a prince, for crying out loud!" Now, normally Vegeta
wouldn't have reacted this harshly, and Goku wouldn't have reacted like a big wuss, but with the hormones, they couldn't
help it. Goku continued to sob on the bar, and Vegeta continued with his not-caring. "Hey, what's wrong with you then?"
Vegeta looked up, and saw a teenage girl sitting next to Goku, patting him on his back. "I-I saved his life, but he won't
even consider me his friend!" He sobbed. The girl looked at Vegeta, who would've been a pile of dust, if looks could kill.
"What?" He replied. "Unfeeling scum! How can you not befriend someone who has saved your life, and looks so kind and
friendly. You know, I don't mind being your friend." The last bit was directed to Goku. "Y-you would?" He looked cheerful,
and a grin started to to form across his face. "Of course! I'll be your friend. Wanna dance?" She asked. "Sure!" Goku
replied, and the duo went to the dance-floor, in the centre of the room. Vegeta looked at them as they walked off, and
couldn't believe it.
Trunks, who appeared seemingly out of nowhere, took the vacant seat. "Amazing, isn't? I've been trying to get her to dance
with me for weeks, and he does it within seconds." Trunks said, a bit sad. "You have? Do you always waste time on a girl
like that?" Vegeta asked. "Waste? You don't waste time on girls dad, well, not with a girl like her. I wonder what she
sees in him." He wondered. "Probably someone gullible and with fewer brain cells than she has?" Vegeta suggested. "That's
not very nice dad."
"I never said I was a nice person, and teens don't have to be nice. I bet it's in the contract."
"Maybe it's animal magnetism, you know, some guys have it, some guys don't." Trunks said, still sad. "Animal magnetism?
Hmpf, the magnetism of a donkey." Vegeta replied, still cranky. "But he's sure a very popular donkey, look at the girls!"
Trunks said, pointing at the happy dancing Goku, with a couple of girls around him. "I could do that too." Vegeta said,
feeling rivalry well up. "Er, you'd better not dad. 'S no room anyway." Trunks really didn't want to see his own father
dance, watching Goku dance was already weird enough. "By the way, what are you doing down here? Thought you were spending
the night with your friends." Vegeta said, reminded of what Trunks had said earlier. "Yeah well, they wanted to the foam
party, and I didn't, I don't really like them, you get all wet and soggy and I don't really want these clothes to get all
wet. Mum wouldn't like it." Trunks explained. "Foam party? What's that?"
"Well, it's just like in here, except there's some people covering the place with foam, with cannons, you get covered with
it, and all wet. I went once, but I slipped various times and got really dirty." Trunks explained further. "If you're so
worried about your precious out-fit, take them off." Vegeta suggested. Trunks eyed his father, trying to see if he was
serious. "Come on dad, that's the most stupid thing I could do. I'd probably get suffocated or something. And er, I'm not
wearing my coolest pair of underwear." He blushed a little. "What? You're not seriously wearing the one with the ducks on
them are you?" Vegeta was a bit shocked. "There's nothing wrong with ducks! They're very nice birds, and they take a very
important place in the Earth's environment!" Trunks answered, a little insulted. "Well, so do worms but you don't see
people wearing underwear with worms on them. Honestly." Vegeta shook his head in disbelief. "And beside the underwear
problem, why'd you get suffocated? Someone want to steal your little yellow ducky underwear?" Vegeta taunted. "It's got
nothing to do with my little yellow ducks!" Trunks said, maybe a little too loud. He got various strange looks. "Like I
said, nothing with the ducks, it's just the people would jump me, 'cause I'd be like, half-naked, and some people like to
jump on people who are half-naked." Trunks explained. "You mean a bunch a girls would jump you?" Trunks nodded. Vegeta
looked at Goku, and back to Trunks. "I've got a plan, and it involves Kakarot, and a certain room hopefully filled with
foam and girls." He grinned.
"What? You mean, shove Goku, with his animal magnetism in the foam-party? He'll get jumped the second he enters!" Trunks
said. "Yeah, well, that IS the basic plan." Vegeta said, still grinning. "And what's it to you? He's dancing with the girl
you want to dance with, isn't he?" Vegeta asked, knowing this a sore spot. "Well yeah,"
"And getting a little bit of revenge wouldn't be so bad, now would it?"
"I suppose not."
"Then let's get him.
"Are you sure this is where they keep the snacks?" Goku asked for the millionth time. "Yes!" Vegeta replied, a little
irritated. It wasn't hard to get Goku to come with them. It was hard to get to stop the girls from coming with him. Trunks
had succesfully stopped them, Vegeta didn't know how. "Hi dad, hi Goku. So, shall we go into the snack storage room then?"
He opened the door, and Vegeta shoved Goku in. He closed the door, and listened. He couldn't hear much, and was shoved on
the floor when Goku bursted out, covered in foam. "What the! Kakarot, why aren't you staying in there?" Vegeta asked,
getting up. Goku was trembling. Trunks saw some parts of the shirt were ripped off. He was panting. "That, was the scariest
room I've ever been in!" He exclaimed. "Whoops, guess it wasn't the storage room after all, he he he." Trunks laughed
nervously. "Damn right it wasn't! It was scarier than any battle I've ever been in! And that means something!" He said,
catching his breath. Trunks looked at his watch. "Hmm, you know, if we get to the balcony of the main room, we can probably
catch the performance."
"What performance?" Vegeta asked. "Of Ruff Stuff. Come on, it'll be fun." Trunsk replied.
"Rough Stuff? Weird name." Goku said, wiping off most of the foam. "It RUFF, spelled R-U-F-F." Trunks explained. "But that's
not spelled right." Vegeta said. "Yeah, that's the whole point, makes it look cool with stuff. Come on, follow me!" Trunks
was off, in the direction of the main. Vegeta looked at Goku. "Do you get the joke?" He asked. Goku shrugged. "Nope, but if
we follow Trunks and actuallly watch them, maybe it'll be explained." With that, the two followed Trunks.
They were up at the balcony, overseeing the main room, the dance floor and the stage.
"Is that guy 'Ruff Stuff'? Goku asked, pointing to a man standing on stage. "No, that's the DJ, he plays records and he'll
announce the performers." Trunks explained. Vegeta had been listening to the lyrics to the song that was playing. "It's
raining men? I've heard about it's raining cats and dogs, but this is ridiculous!" He exclaimed, after careful listening.
Trunks sighed. "It's figure of speech dad, it's metaphorical." He explained. The song ended, and the DJ announced that
'Ruff Stuff' would be coming after the next song, which he announced as well. "Finally!" Trunks smiled. Vegeta frowned when
he heard the song's title. "Marmalade? Why would anyone want to make a song about marmalade?" He wondered aloud. "Yeah,"
Goku joined in. "Peanutbutter tastes WAY better, everyone knows that!"
"You're right, and peanutbutter is much more poetic than marmalade, I mean, marmalade hardly rhymes with anything, where as
peanutbutter rhymes with er..." Vegeta fell silent. "Utter?" Goku suggested. "Well, yes, but an utter has nothing to with
peanutbutter, now does it?" Vegeta replied. "Erm, tree-cutter?" Goku suggested, after thinking. "That's just a different
name for a lumberjack, isn't it? They don't have anything to do with peanutbutter. Unless he would eat it." Vegeta said.
Trunks tried to shut off the conversation next to him, and focus on the music.
The song ended, and the DJ walked a bit further on stage, making small talk with the girls in front of the stage, who were
fans of 'Ruff Stuff'. Most of them were from around, but some had travelled several hours to get here and see 'Ruff Stuff'
Trunks snickered at this. "What's so funny?" Goku asked. "You'll know once you actually see their musical 'heroes'." Trunks
replied, smiling. "I thought you liked them? You said it would be fun to watch them perform." Vegeta said, a bit confused.
"Like them? I don't like them. But I'll definitely have fun, by laughing at them!" He grinned evilly. "You see, 'Ruff Stuff'
is a boy band, well, group, since band would involve instrument playing, and unless you count the voice as an instrument,
they don't play instruments."
"So, what do they do?" Goku asked. "They dance. In a pretty amusing way, actually. It's fun to see their loyal and
dedicated fans go wild." Trunks explained. One of the 'loyal and dedicated fans' was invited on stage, to announce them,
since she had seen them the most times. "Well, it's finally the moment you've all been waiting for!" The fan girl said,
through the microphone. "Yeah right." Trunks snickered. "It's Jason, Joey and Rob of the FA-BU-LOUS boy band RUFF STUFF!!!"
She exclaimed. "You can almost HEAR her do multiple exclamation marks." Goku said, covering his ears with the shouting from
the fans. "The sure sign of an insane mind." Trunks said, grinning at his joke. "They sure look insane." Vegeta said,
observing the screaming girls and the guys who were entering the stage. "No, you see, it's from a book..." Trunks began. "Oh
never mind, you two hardly read any books." He said, seeing his dad and Goku look confused. "Let's just laugh at the guys
on stage, okay?"
The guys started to sing, well, lip-sync technically, after they had said how much they loved being here, which was of
course a total and utter lie. The dancing also started. "By Kami's beard! I've never such horrid dancing in my life!"
Vegeta exclaimed, not being able to take it anymore. "Ehm, Vegeta, Kami doesn't have a beard. I don't think Nameks can even
grow hair, for that matter." Goku said. "Does that matter? It's figure of speech, and it's not important. Just like their
silly dancing. Anyone could dance in a silly way and lip-sync. They're getting fluffy stuffed animals for it, did you see
that?" Vegeta said, pointing to a girl who just gave one of the 'Ruff's a stuffed little dolphin. "Anyone could do that, I
mean, WE can do it, and we can't dance to save our lives." Vegeta said. This is one of those moments in life where everyone
knows what's next on the 'To say:' list. It's just a matter of time before someone says it. "So, why don't we then?" Goku
suggested after some silence. "Dance like them. I bet we could knock them of stage easily, and I'm sure we can convince
them to let us take over." He suggested. Vegeta gave this a little thought. Making a complete arse of himslef in front of a
bunch of people wasn't very appealing, but knocking a bunch of annoying brats off a stage sounded like fun. "I'm in." He
said. "Me too. Where do we start?" Trunks said.
"By going downstairs of course! Hey, check that guy out, is he dancing or having an heart-attack?" Goku asked, looking at
some guy on the dance floor. "I think it's the last, remember mum made me go to the first aid course? They teach you the
symptoms. I wonder why he's having one." Trunks said, after careful examination. "He looks rather familiar. Oh yeah, he's
the guy you gave that...drink. With the pills in it." Vegeta said, thinking aloud. 'Hmm, guess alcohol and pills don't mix'
He thought. "What pills?" Trunks asked, half hearing it. "Pills? No, I said, erm, chill. I think the guy should chill,
yeah, that's what I said. Now, let's go downstairs!"