'Tis part three of this weird fic.
They did indeed go downstairs, and overviewed the situation, which consisted off:
3 annoying young guys, dancing on stage
Lots of screaming young girls in front of it.
More lots of people in the building who couldn't really care less.
3 (half)Saiyans who are about to take over the stage.
"So, how are we going to the stage over? Are there bodyguards?" Trunks asked, looking around. "Not that I can see, probably
in their dressingroom or something." Goku said.
"Right, how about this. We all go to one side of the stage, I'll take the left guy, Kakarot'll take the right guy, and
Trunks, you go in through the front and attack the guy in the middle. Use your elbows, step on some toes. Now, when we're
all in position, we attack!" Vegeta laid out his plan. Goku nodded. "Sounds good to me. Telepathic contact, 'kay?"
"Got it. Good luck." Trunks walked away, as sneaky as he could, muttering "Hut! Hut!" under his breath. Vegeta looked as he
blended with the crowd. "Why is he talking about sheds? Huts are the same thing, right?" He asked. "Yeah, must be an
Earthling thing." Goku answered. "You were raised here as an Earthling, you should know what it means." Vegeta said.
"So? I'm not omnipotent you know. Let's go to our places."
Ruff Stuff was going into their third song, a ballad, where they got a girl on stage and sang to her. She was obviously
embarrassed, but couldn't stop grinning either. Another girl, probably a friend, was taking pictures. Trunks got some
strange looks when he pushed himself forward through the crowd. 'I should've taken the left or right. Would've been so much
easier. Well, almost there!' He thought, shoving some people out of his way. 'Trunks, are you in position for operation:
Push those annoying brats off stage?' His father voice came to him. He mentally replied with a 'Yes.' A couple of minutes
later his father's voice came back. 'Right. Kakarot and I are in position as well. He'll go in first, then me, and after
three seconds, you take the stage. Got that?' Trunks replied with a mental 'Yes,' and Goku jumped on stage, and punched the
guy on the right in his stomach, sending him flying in the dressing room. His father had thrown the left guy in there as
well, and it was now his turn to take out the guy, who was still 'singing' to the confused girl on stage. 'Well, here goes!'
He thought, and jumped on stage. He tapped the last member on his shoulder, smiled when he turned around, and send his fist
to connect with the guy's chin. He landed in a nice heap against the door. The girl, frightened by this display of
aggression, rushed off stage and into the crowd, who were looking rather confused.
Whoever was responsible for the music, didn't pay attention or thought it was part of the show, since the music was still
playing. Trunks decided to give this 'boy band' thing a try, and lip-synched along with the lyrics. He knew most of them,
since Bra had some singles and played them frequently. He also did some of the dance routines he had seen earlier. He looked
at his father and Goku, who were giving it their personal touch. Goku was grinning and dancing a bit weird, while his
father, who had discovered that the microphones were working, had taken on rapping. He had know idea what his dad was going
on about, since it was probably the Saiyan language, but by the sound of it, it wasn't anything nice. 'Wow, I never knew dad
was a natural at this!' He thought. 'Look at them, they're not afraid to make an arse out of themselves, so what have I got
to lose?'
'You mean beside your dignity?' His concience replied. 'You'll be the laughing stock of your friends, and no girl will ever
go out with you. Ever. Again.' It continued. 'So, what's so different with the old situation then?' He thought, and decided
to do some break-dancing. He had practiced it a little, and could probably use his flying-ability if he was about to fall.
He noticed Goku had changed his dancing-style as well. He seemed to be impersonating those Irish folk dancers. He wasn't
half bad either. The fan-girls, who were dissapointed at the demise of there heroes, walked away, while a new crowd came
closer. They were laughing a bit, and some were dancing on the strange mix of boy-band music, and Vegeta's free-style
rapping.
Bulma was just re-checking the anti-dote, when an angry ChiChi stormed in, holding some papers. "Have you read this! It's
outrageous!" She fumed. Bulma, who almost fell of her stool from shock, regained her composture. "What is?" She asked.
"This!" ChiChi handed her a paper. It was printed off some webpage, she noticed. "What's this?" She asked. "Well, I was
worried when you said Goku, Trunks and Vegeta went to that party, so I asked Gohan about it. After he stopped laughing and I
convinced him not to go there and tape the whole thing, although that would've been excellent black-mailing material, he
told me about the website where I could find all sorts of news. They also had some webcams, but Gohan said our video-card
wasn't working properly, so that feature was no option. The 'update' section however, was." ChiChi explained. Bulma made a
mental note to check on the Son's video-card, while reading the updates. Most of them were normal, and she didn't
understand while ChiChi was raging, when she got to a paragraph titled: 'Ruff Stuff not ruff enough.' It was about one of
the main performers, a boy band containing three members, who had been brutally punched off stage by three teenagers, with
descriptions. Bulma got the urge to run to her computer and check those webcams ChiChi mentioned, when she read them. "Oh
no! Are they mad? I TOLD Trunks to keep an eye on them!" She groaned. "Exactly. Now, I want to know what they're up to, so
if you don't mind..." ChiChi hinted. "Not at all!" Bulma replied, starting her computer.
After a couple of minutes they had the site running. There wasn't a new update, there would be one in 10 minutes, and they
went to the 'webcam' section. The quality of the camera's weren't the best, but good enough to make out the three teenagers
on stage. Bulma turned the speakers on, and the same music that filled the hall, filled the lab. The two women could easily
make out Vegeta's rapping, much to Bulma's surprise. "He's always the first to complain when Trunks plays rap-music! How
strange!" She said. "Never mind that, what's he saying anyway? It doesn't sound like any language I know." ChiChi wondered.
Bulma didn't know either, and concluded it must be Saiyan language. When she informed ChiChi of this, she was surprised
Bulma didn't understand it. "I could make an universal translator. Again." She offered, remembering Ginyu. ChiChi took the
offer, and Bulma quickly made the device, and installed it. The device created subtitling on the bottom of the screen.
ChiChi fainted when she read them, and Bulma gasped in shock. Vegeta was using every foul word the Saiyan language
contained, and insulted the audience worse than any human rapstar ever would dare to. Yet the crowd loved it. 'No wonder.
They don't know what he's calling them.' She thought, while helping ChiChi, and turned off the translator. The camera
zoomed in closer on Trunks attempts of break-dancing, getting better by the minute. Bulma was getting proud of her son,
when she remembered her threats and warnings. "I swear, when they get back, I WILL kill them." She muttered. ChiChi was
laughing when she noticed her husband's folk-dancing. "ChiChi! It's not funny. They may have hurt those boys!" She yelled.
ChiChi calmed down, and looked grim. "You're right. We must wait for them, together." A thought occurred to her. "Hey,
can you make that anti-dote so that they'll become weaker? Only for a few days, so I can beat the crap ouf of Goku?" She
said, thinking of ways to punish her husband. Bulma liked this plan, especially since she could hurt Vegeta where it hurt
most, his pride. She tried to imagine his reaction when he'd fnd he was weaker than her. She smiled evilly. "I'll get right
to it."
Vegeta and Trunks were hiding behind some bushes, waiting for Goku to shake off the last of the remaining girls. "If I had
known those girls'd be following us outside, I'd never would've thought of getting on that damn stage!" Vegeta cursed.
Trunks just smiled dreamily. A couple of girls had given him their phone-numbers, and had begged him to call them. A couple
of guys had as well, but he had thrown those numbers away as soon as he found a garbage can.
"Hiya! I left them behind with Instant Transmission, so they'll have no clue where we are!"
Goku announced happily, appearing right behind them. "Good. Let's go home and put an end to this." Vegeta said, taking off.
The others followed. "You know dad, what were you rapping about? Was it Saiyan language?" Trunks asked. Vegeta smiled. "Yes,
it was. And let's just say that most of those human rappers would wish to be able to say things to their audience I just
did." He replied. Trunks thought about this, and concluded his dad must've insulted the crowd in ways beyond his
imagination.
They reached home, and found a calm Bulma and ChiChi. "Hello boys, had fun?" Bulma asked. Goku looked warily
at ChiChi, looking for signs of anger. "Oh, don't be scared Goku, Bulma explained what happened in the gravity room, and
that's none of your fault." ChiChi said, noticing her husband scared expression. Bulma gave a vial to each Saiyan. She had
put ChiChi's idea in it, and couldn't wait for the result. At first, she felt dissapointed for not being able to give Trunks
the same treatment, but she thought that when the effects wore off, Vegeta would take out his frustration at his son, and
there was always 40 years of being grounded. "Now, it's very important that you two get a good night's sleep, so your body
can recover." Bulma said.
After drinking the cure, Goku flew off with ChiChi, ignorant off his punishment. Vegeta went straight to bed. Bulma held
Trunks back. "I know what happened. I know what you three did to those three boys, and trust me, you will be punished. Your
father's punishment contains of being weaker than me for the next few days. Your punishment will contain of decades of
being grounded." Bulma said quietly. Trunks smiled, at the thought of his father being weak.
"I wouldn't be so happy. You know how frustrated he gets when he's unable to fight. And guess who he will take it out on
when he recovered?" Bulma smiled at Trunks, who was getting a bit pale. "I think you'll find your second part of punishment
quite painful, seeing as Saiyans grow stronger every time they get beaten and recover. And trust me, when Vegeta has
recovered, he WILL be stronger." She climbed the stairs, leaving a very frightened Trunks to ponder the recent events.
In the next few days, several things happened. ChiChi beat the crap out of Goku, and forgave him. Eventually. Vegeta also
got a beating, but when it was time for him to take revenge, Bulma reminded him it wouldn't be a fair fight, and he took
his anger out on poor Trunks, who was also grounded. This didn't stop him from sneaking out of every now and then to go out
with a girl. So, happy end for all, hey? Well, relatively happy.
THE END.
A/N: Now, that wasn't so bad, now was it? Leave your review by the door on your way out!
And I know the songs the characters comment on are a bit old, but fanfiction was acting freaky and I had a bit of a writers
block.
They did indeed go downstairs, and overviewed the situation, which consisted off:
3 annoying young guys, dancing on stage
Lots of screaming young girls in front of it.
More lots of people in the building who couldn't really care less.
3 (half)Saiyans who are about to take over the stage.
"So, how are we going to the stage over? Are there bodyguards?" Trunks asked, looking around. "Not that I can see, probably
in their dressingroom or something." Goku said.
"Right, how about this. We all go to one side of the stage, I'll take the left guy, Kakarot'll take the right guy, and
Trunks, you go in through the front and attack the guy in the middle. Use your elbows, step on some toes. Now, when we're
all in position, we attack!" Vegeta laid out his plan. Goku nodded. "Sounds good to me. Telepathic contact, 'kay?"
"Got it. Good luck." Trunks walked away, as sneaky as he could, muttering "Hut! Hut!" under his breath. Vegeta looked as he
blended with the crowd. "Why is he talking about sheds? Huts are the same thing, right?" He asked. "Yeah, must be an
Earthling thing." Goku answered. "You were raised here as an Earthling, you should know what it means." Vegeta said.
"So? I'm not omnipotent you know. Let's go to our places."
Ruff Stuff was going into their third song, a ballad, where they got a girl on stage and sang to her. She was obviously
embarrassed, but couldn't stop grinning either. Another girl, probably a friend, was taking pictures. Trunks got some
strange looks when he pushed himself forward through the crowd. 'I should've taken the left or right. Would've been so much
easier. Well, almost there!' He thought, shoving some people out of his way. 'Trunks, are you in position for operation:
Push those annoying brats off stage?' His father voice came to him. He mentally replied with a 'Yes.' A couple of minutes
later his father's voice came back. 'Right. Kakarot and I are in position as well. He'll go in first, then me, and after
three seconds, you take the stage. Got that?' Trunks replied with a mental 'Yes,' and Goku jumped on stage, and punched the
guy on the right in his stomach, sending him flying in the dressing room. His father had thrown the left guy in there as
well, and it was now his turn to take out the guy, who was still 'singing' to the confused girl on stage. 'Well, here goes!'
He thought, and jumped on stage. He tapped the last member on his shoulder, smiled when he turned around, and send his fist
to connect with the guy's chin. He landed in a nice heap against the door. The girl, frightened by this display of
aggression, rushed off stage and into the crowd, who were looking rather confused.
Whoever was responsible for the music, didn't pay attention or thought it was part of the show, since the music was still
playing. Trunks decided to give this 'boy band' thing a try, and lip-synched along with the lyrics. He knew most of them,
since Bra had some singles and played them frequently. He also did some of the dance routines he had seen earlier. He looked
at his father and Goku, who were giving it their personal touch. Goku was grinning and dancing a bit weird, while his
father, who had discovered that the microphones were working, had taken on rapping. He had know idea what his dad was going
on about, since it was probably the Saiyan language, but by the sound of it, it wasn't anything nice. 'Wow, I never knew dad
was a natural at this!' He thought. 'Look at them, they're not afraid to make an arse out of themselves, so what have I got
to lose?'
'You mean beside your dignity?' His concience replied. 'You'll be the laughing stock of your friends, and no girl will ever
go out with you. Ever. Again.' It continued. 'So, what's so different with the old situation then?' He thought, and decided
to do some break-dancing. He had practiced it a little, and could probably use his flying-ability if he was about to fall.
He noticed Goku had changed his dancing-style as well. He seemed to be impersonating those Irish folk dancers. He wasn't
half bad either. The fan-girls, who were dissapointed at the demise of there heroes, walked away, while a new crowd came
closer. They were laughing a bit, and some were dancing on the strange mix of boy-band music, and Vegeta's free-style
rapping.
Bulma was just re-checking the anti-dote, when an angry ChiChi stormed in, holding some papers. "Have you read this! It's
outrageous!" She fumed. Bulma, who almost fell of her stool from shock, regained her composture. "What is?" She asked.
"This!" ChiChi handed her a paper. It was printed off some webpage, she noticed. "What's this?" She asked. "Well, I was
worried when you said Goku, Trunks and Vegeta went to that party, so I asked Gohan about it. After he stopped laughing and I
convinced him not to go there and tape the whole thing, although that would've been excellent black-mailing material, he
told me about the website where I could find all sorts of news. They also had some webcams, but Gohan said our video-card
wasn't working properly, so that feature was no option. The 'update' section however, was." ChiChi explained. Bulma made a
mental note to check on the Son's video-card, while reading the updates. Most of them were normal, and she didn't
understand while ChiChi was raging, when she got to a paragraph titled: 'Ruff Stuff not ruff enough.' It was about one of
the main performers, a boy band containing three members, who had been brutally punched off stage by three teenagers, with
descriptions. Bulma got the urge to run to her computer and check those webcams ChiChi mentioned, when she read them. "Oh
no! Are they mad? I TOLD Trunks to keep an eye on them!" She groaned. "Exactly. Now, I want to know what they're up to, so
if you don't mind..." ChiChi hinted. "Not at all!" Bulma replied, starting her computer.
After a couple of minutes they had the site running. There wasn't a new update, there would be one in 10 minutes, and they
went to the 'webcam' section. The quality of the camera's weren't the best, but good enough to make out the three teenagers
on stage. Bulma turned the speakers on, and the same music that filled the hall, filled the lab. The two women could easily
make out Vegeta's rapping, much to Bulma's surprise. "He's always the first to complain when Trunks plays rap-music! How
strange!" She said. "Never mind that, what's he saying anyway? It doesn't sound like any language I know." ChiChi wondered.
Bulma didn't know either, and concluded it must be Saiyan language. When she informed ChiChi of this, she was surprised
Bulma didn't understand it. "I could make an universal translator. Again." She offered, remembering Ginyu. ChiChi took the
offer, and Bulma quickly made the device, and installed it. The device created subtitling on the bottom of the screen.
ChiChi fainted when she read them, and Bulma gasped in shock. Vegeta was using every foul word the Saiyan language
contained, and insulted the audience worse than any human rapstar ever would dare to. Yet the crowd loved it. 'No wonder.
They don't know what he's calling them.' She thought, while helping ChiChi, and turned off the translator. The camera
zoomed in closer on Trunks attempts of break-dancing, getting better by the minute. Bulma was getting proud of her son,
when she remembered her threats and warnings. "I swear, when they get back, I WILL kill them." She muttered. ChiChi was
laughing when she noticed her husband's folk-dancing. "ChiChi! It's not funny. They may have hurt those boys!" She yelled.
ChiChi calmed down, and looked grim. "You're right. We must wait for them, together." A thought occurred to her. "Hey,
can you make that anti-dote so that they'll become weaker? Only for a few days, so I can beat the crap ouf of Goku?" She
said, thinking of ways to punish her husband. Bulma liked this plan, especially since she could hurt Vegeta where it hurt
most, his pride. She tried to imagine his reaction when he'd fnd he was weaker than her. She smiled evilly. "I'll get right
to it."
Vegeta and Trunks were hiding behind some bushes, waiting for Goku to shake off the last of the remaining girls. "If I had
known those girls'd be following us outside, I'd never would've thought of getting on that damn stage!" Vegeta cursed.
Trunks just smiled dreamily. A couple of girls had given him their phone-numbers, and had begged him to call them. A couple
of guys had as well, but he had thrown those numbers away as soon as he found a garbage can.
"Hiya! I left them behind with Instant Transmission, so they'll have no clue where we are!"
Goku announced happily, appearing right behind them. "Good. Let's go home and put an end to this." Vegeta said, taking off.
The others followed. "You know dad, what were you rapping about? Was it Saiyan language?" Trunks asked. Vegeta smiled. "Yes,
it was. And let's just say that most of those human rappers would wish to be able to say things to their audience I just
did." He replied. Trunks thought about this, and concluded his dad must've insulted the crowd in ways beyond his
imagination.
They reached home, and found a calm Bulma and ChiChi. "Hello boys, had fun?" Bulma asked. Goku looked warily
at ChiChi, looking for signs of anger. "Oh, don't be scared Goku, Bulma explained what happened in the gravity room, and
that's none of your fault." ChiChi said, noticing her husband scared expression. Bulma gave a vial to each Saiyan. She had
put ChiChi's idea in it, and couldn't wait for the result. At first, she felt dissapointed for not being able to give Trunks
the same treatment, but she thought that when the effects wore off, Vegeta would take out his frustration at his son, and
there was always 40 years of being grounded. "Now, it's very important that you two get a good night's sleep, so your body
can recover." Bulma said.
After drinking the cure, Goku flew off with ChiChi, ignorant off his punishment. Vegeta went straight to bed. Bulma held
Trunks back. "I know what happened. I know what you three did to those three boys, and trust me, you will be punished. Your
father's punishment contains of being weaker than me for the next few days. Your punishment will contain of decades of
being grounded." Bulma said quietly. Trunks smiled, at the thought of his father being weak.
"I wouldn't be so happy. You know how frustrated he gets when he's unable to fight. And guess who he will take it out on
when he recovered?" Bulma smiled at Trunks, who was getting a bit pale. "I think you'll find your second part of punishment
quite painful, seeing as Saiyans grow stronger every time they get beaten and recover. And trust me, when Vegeta has
recovered, he WILL be stronger." She climbed the stairs, leaving a very frightened Trunks to ponder the recent events.
In the next few days, several things happened. ChiChi beat the crap out of Goku, and forgave him. Eventually. Vegeta also
got a beating, but when it was time for him to take revenge, Bulma reminded him it wouldn't be a fair fight, and he took
his anger out on poor Trunks, who was also grounded. This didn't stop him from sneaking out of every now and then to go out
with a girl. So, happy end for all, hey? Well, relatively happy.
THE END.
A/N: Now, that wasn't so bad, now was it? Leave your review by the door on your way out!
And I know the songs the characters comment on are a bit old, but fanfiction was acting freaky and I had a bit of a writers
block.