Chapter3
The ref's whistle blew above the crowd as Shaq walked up to the free throw line to take his two shots. Foul, what the hell kind of foul was that?! Bedian stood as he yelled at the referee.
Jeez, don't have a cow Bedian, Shaq's gonna miss these two free throws anyways, Gokott sighed, he just could'nt take him anywhere, it was like living with a two year old. Except that two year old was your planet's prince, but he was half human so he figured he only had to listen to him half of the time.
It was the colosing seconds of the fourth quarter, the Kincks had just called their last timeout and needed to firuge out how to score two points in three seconds, and the Lakers had Shaq, Kobe, and the entire crowd on their side, that is except Gokott and Bedian. Sit down and shut up fools! Bedian screamed, much louder than the crowd. The crowd obviously didn't appreciate him ripping the Lakers on their own turf.
Jeez Bedian, don't make em too angry, you wouldn't want your little sayian body notiied in this public place, just like ur father was woried about, Gokott calmly told him as he sat on the bleachers, trying to figure out what the Knicks were going to do.
Hey, if you got a problem with the Los Angeles Lakers and their wonderful fans, you better get ur candy ass outa here, bitch!! a shady looking man yelled at Bedian, he was dripping in diamonds, on his neck, wrists and even in his mouth. He wore very expensive clothes and had champange in a mc'donalds like cup. He had about twenty other men, all matchingly attired, some with huge muscles that showed through their suits. It was obvious to Gokott and Bedian who this was, this was Master P, the richest rapper in the buissness. They didn't care.
Fuck you! and don't think I'm intimidated by you! Bedian shouted at him. Master P held out his finger, middle one up.
Heh heh heh, the hell wit you!. He looked preety pleased with himself in giving Bedian the finger. Bedian perred over, right in his face, pust his hand to his side, then faster than a blink, swooped in and broke Master P's finger back towars him, a finger was not supposed to bend that way.
DAMN IT !!!! hey posse, gte these fags! Master P yelled. A huge man walked up to Gokott and spoke in a deep voice.
Les take dis ouside, he said in a harlem accent.
Be my guest, said a smirking Gokott. HE gave Bedian a nod and suddenly the man found himself crashing to the bottom of the court. IN five more seconds, they had thrown the entire posse on to the floor. This was about to become a basket brawl.
Take this bitch! Bedian yelled as he punched the first man directly in the stomach. The man spit our blood. And so the pummeling began. Bedian and Gokott let out an assualt not seen on Earth before save the cell games and the androids and buu. They were totaly mauling the men, who could only cry for mercy. After the beat down, Bedian and Gokott escaped, before the police could arrive, all the people outside saw was a guy in his twentyd and a guy in his teens, carryiing two bags full of teh new glistining diamonds they had recently aquired. Suddenly, as hey began to walk away down an alley, three limos pulled up. Thug after thug poured out of the limos, each carrying large, shiny hanguns, all pointed at their heads. The guys put their bling off to the side. Gokott cracked his knuckels and smiled at Bedian. Now the real beat down, was goin to begin
