A Cry for Help Part-2
"Okay, now that we're here, what do you want from us?" Bill demanded.
Goku sighed. The five pilots were now standing in his living room. Vegeta snorted while Piccolo said nothing.
"Some type of enemy has invaded our world," Goku said, "They are using star-fighters. Strangely, they are made of some super strong titanium alloy, which our most powerful blasts cannot even scratch it."
"titanium alloy?" Peppy asked, "You mean arwings?"
"Yes," Goku said, "Five Arwings that look EXACTLY like yours, with five pilots...that also look like you."
"What...?" Slippy asked, "You mean, clones?"
"Yes, they apparently have the same piloting skills you five possess, and their arwings have the same weapons and impact tolerance. We're guessing they're your evil twins."
Bill raised an eyebrow.
"What the hell is wrong with this dimension?" Bill raised his arms helplessly, "Dinosaurs, people with extraordinary power, and now we have evil clones!"
Piccolo chuckled, "Your so-called twins didn't just show up in our world, they were brought here."
"Brought here?" Peppy echoed.
"They were brought here for a reason. We don't know why, even King Kai does not know."
"Who's King Kai?" Slippy asked.
Goku laughed, "Silly me. I've forgot to tell you about him. King Kai is the one who brought you here. He possesses great powers, he can speak telepathically, and he is wise, except for the fact he has lisp..."
Vegeta snorted, "Try not to laugh if you ever see him. His weight is absolutely-"
"Look out!"
Vegeta fell to the ground as someone fell on him. He pushed the figure off.
"Damn you! I should take your worthless life you-" Vegeta paused as he looked down at a young gril who fell on him. She looked around her, she was frightened. She had Fox's fur, flat ears, and beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm...I'm sorry sir," she whispered.
Vegeta sneered at her, but backed off.
"Fara...?" Fox whispered.
Fara climbed to her feet, dusting herself off.
"I apologize," she said, "I didn't mean to-"
"Don't worry about it," Goku said, smiling.
"Where am I?"
Vegeta whispered to Goku, "Kakarott, what is this fragile female doing here? She is not a Pilot."
"I don't know," Goku admitted, "but if King Kai brought her here, he must have had a good reason."
Vegeta muttered under his breath.
Fara looked around, "Fox!" she cried.
Fox blushed avoided her gaze. He walked away into the kitchen, sitting down at the table by himself.
"Okay look," Goku announced, "we have plenty of time to discuss about what to do with our enemies. But right now, I suggest you all get some rest and not worry about it right now. We'll show you your rooms."
Goku beckoned them to follow him. They walked outside, Goku reached into his gi pocket and pulled out a small pill. He threw it on the ground, a big POOF! of smoke appeared. When the dust settled, the pill had transformed into a house.
"Okay, did I just see a pill turn into a HOUSE?" Bill asked, rubbing his eyes. "Man, all of this fighting is taking its toll..."
Goku smiled, "Let's just say we're not as primitive as we look. A friend of mine, named Bulma created these, she is very smart. You'll be meeting her tomorrow. Now go inside and fight over your rooms," he laughed. Vegeta snorted once again.
"You and your lame jokes, Kakarott," he mumbled, walking away.
"Okay, after you settle into your rooms, come back inside, we'll have dinner ready," Goku walked away, leaving the five pilots and Fara by themselves. Bill hesitated before walking in, with everyone else following. He turned around.
"Okay, I get first dibs!" He smiled, looking around.
"Hm, not bad at all," Slippy said, "This is as big as an ordinary house. Dining room, living room, bathroom, five bedrooms..."
"Five bedrooms?" Falco asked.
"Yeah," Slippy pointed at a little tag by the door: COPYRIGHT CAPSULE COPORATION, 2001. House complete with a dining room, a living room, one bathroom, and five bedrooms.
"Okay, there's five bedrooms, but there's six of us. One of us is going to have to share with someone else," Peppy said.
"Hmmmmm, who's going to share?" Slippy wondered.
"We can let Fara have her own room, I mean, being the great gentlemen we are and all..."
"Shut-up, Bill," Falco muttered, "Dumb dog."
"That's alright," Fara said, "I wouldn't mind sharing with somebody."
Bill ran up to her and hugged her.
"Thank you!" He cried, "Thank you! Now I don't have to worry about sharing a bed with one of them! I can watch whatever I want, do whatever I want..."
" Bill you're really starting to annoy me," Falco muttered.
Bill sighed, "Well, I get this room right here..." he said, pointing to a small room next to the bathroom. Slippy walked upstairs, "I have this one," he called.
Falco walked upstairs also, "I have the room next to him."
Peppy looked around, then walked off, "I have this room. Looks like you two are sharing." he closed the door behind him.
Fara blushed (who wouldn't?).
"Well, I guess we better settle in," she said cheerfully. Fox said nothing, he walked quietly into the room, Fara following. Fox looked around. The room was small, but not too small. There was a small bed in the corner with a couch across from it. There was a wooden dresser at the end of the room, which a television rested on. Two lamps hung from the walls.
"It's a nice room," Fara said cheerfully, trying to spark a conversation. Fox snorted and walked around, inspecting everything.
"What are you doing?" Fara asked. Fox looked under the dressers and under the bed.
"Looking for bombs. Until I know these people better, they are my enemies," Fox muttered.
Fara chuckled softly. She sat down on the bed, sighing softly. 'Oh Fox, you don't trust anyone, do you?' Fara thought softly. She got up and walked out of the room, heading for the Sons house to eat. After Fox was done checking, he sat on the couch. He reached into his pockets and took out a gun, checking to see if it was loaded. His face was dark, his eyes intense. His gun was fully loaded.
"Fara, if anybody touches you." He trailed off.
He put his gun away and headed for the Sons house, his stomach grumbling.
TO BE CONTINUED
"Okay, now that we're here, what do you want from us?" Bill demanded.
Goku sighed. The five pilots were now standing in his living room. Vegeta snorted while Piccolo said nothing.
"Some type of enemy has invaded our world," Goku said, "They are using star-fighters. Strangely, they are made of some super strong titanium alloy, which our most powerful blasts cannot even scratch it."
"titanium alloy?" Peppy asked, "You mean arwings?"
"Yes," Goku said, "Five Arwings that look EXACTLY like yours, with five pilots...that also look like you."
"What...?" Slippy asked, "You mean, clones?"
"Yes, they apparently have the same piloting skills you five possess, and their arwings have the same weapons and impact tolerance. We're guessing they're your evil twins."
Bill raised an eyebrow.
"What the hell is wrong with this dimension?" Bill raised his arms helplessly, "Dinosaurs, people with extraordinary power, and now we have evil clones!"
Piccolo chuckled, "Your so-called twins didn't just show up in our world, they were brought here."
"Brought here?" Peppy echoed.
"They were brought here for a reason. We don't know why, even King Kai does not know."
"Who's King Kai?" Slippy asked.
Goku laughed, "Silly me. I've forgot to tell you about him. King Kai is the one who brought you here. He possesses great powers, he can speak telepathically, and he is wise, except for the fact he has lisp..."
Vegeta snorted, "Try not to laugh if you ever see him. His weight is absolutely-"
"Look out!"
Vegeta fell to the ground as someone fell on him. He pushed the figure off.
"Damn you! I should take your worthless life you-" Vegeta paused as he looked down at a young gril who fell on him. She looked around her, she was frightened. She had Fox's fur, flat ears, and beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm...I'm sorry sir," she whispered.
Vegeta sneered at her, but backed off.
"Fara...?" Fox whispered.
Fara climbed to her feet, dusting herself off.
"I apologize," she said, "I didn't mean to-"
"Don't worry about it," Goku said, smiling.
"Where am I?"
Vegeta whispered to Goku, "Kakarott, what is this fragile female doing here? She is not a Pilot."
"I don't know," Goku admitted, "but if King Kai brought her here, he must have had a good reason."
Vegeta muttered under his breath.
Fara looked around, "Fox!" she cried.
Fox blushed avoided her gaze. He walked away into the kitchen, sitting down at the table by himself.
"Okay look," Goku announced, "we have plenty of time to discuss about what to do with our enemies. But right now, I suggest you all get some rest and not worry about it right now. We'll show you your rooms."
Goku beckoned them to follow him. They walked outside, Goku reached into his gi pocket and pulled out a small pill. He threw it on the ground, a big POOF! of smoke appeared. When the dust settled, the pill had transformed into a house.
"Okay, did I just see a pill turn into a HOUSE?" Bill asked, rubbing his eyes. "Man, all of this fighting is taking its toll..."
Goku smiled, "Let's just say we're not as primitive as we look. A friend of mine, named Bulma created these, she is very smart. You'll be meeting her tomorrow. Now go inside and fight over your rooms," he laughed. Vegeta snorted once again.
"You and your lame jokes, Kakarott," he mumbled, walking away.
"Okay, after you settle into your rooms, come back inside, we'll have dinner ready," Goku walked away, leaving the five pilots and Fara by themselves. Bill hesitated before walking in, with everyone else following. He turned around.
"Okay, I get first dibs!" He smiled, looking around.
"Hm, not bad at all," Slippy said, "This is as big as an ordinary house. Dining room, living room, bathroom, five bedrooms..."
"Five bedrooms?" Falco asked.
"Yeah," Slippy pointed at a little tag by the door: COPYRIGHT CAPSULE COPORATION, 2001. House complete with a dining room, a living room, one bathroom, and five bedrooms.
"Okay, there's five bedrooms, but there's six of us. One of us is going to have to share with someone else," Peppy said.
"Hmmmmm, who's going to share?" Slippy wondered.
"We can let Fara have her own room, I mean, being the great gentlemen we are and all..."
"Shut-up, Bill," Falco muttered, "Dumb dog."
"That's alright," Fara said, "I wouldn't mind sharing with somebody."
Bill ran up to her and hugged her.
"Thank you!" He cried, "Thank you! Now I don't have to worry about sharing a bed with one of them! I can watch whatever I want, do whatever I want..."
" Bill you're really starting to annoy me," Falco muttered.
Bill sighed, "Well, I get this room right here..." he said, pointing to a small room next to the bathroom. Slippy walked upstairs, "I have this one," he called.
Falco walked upstairs also, "I have the room next to him."
Peppy looked around, then walked off, "I have this room. Looks like you two are sharing." he closed the door behind him.
Fara blushed (who wouldn't?).
"Well, I guess we better settle in," she said cheerfully. Fox said nothing, he walked quietly into the room, Fara following. Fox looked around. The room was small, but not too small. There was a small bed in the corner with a couch across from it. There was a wooden dresser at the end of the room, which a television rested on. Two lamps hung from the walls.
"It's a nice room," Fara said cheerfully, trying to spark a conversation. Fox snorted and walked around, inspecting everything.
"What are you doing?" Fara asked. Fox looked under the dressers and under the bed.
"Looking for bombs. Until I know these people better, they are my enemies," Fox muttered.
Fara chuckled softly. She sat down on the bed, sighing softly. 'Oh Fox, you don't trust anyone, do you?' Fara thought softly. She got up and walked out of the room, heading for the Sons house to eat. After Fox was done checking, he sat on the couch. He reached into his pockets and took out a gun, checking to see if it was loaded. His face was dark, his eyes intense. His gun was fully loaded.
"Fara, if anybody touches you." He trailed off.
He put his gun away and headed for the Sons house, his stomach grumbling.
TO BE CONTINUED
