Disclaimer: I stab people.... four or five people everyday....
A/N: I haven't updated in a long ass time. I just didn't have any ideas. But I'm going to try to use all the ideas that people have given me in reviews and e-mail. So, enjoy!
"This is so stupid." Trunks grumbled as he and Goten shared an after school joint by a lake in the middle of the woods. "I can't believe we have to go to this stupid dinner party."
"I know." Goten rested his head in his left hand as he used the other to skip rocks across the lake. "I'm so aggravated I can't even get buzzed."
Trunks looked at the joint in his hand. "Me either." He tossed it into the lake. "Let's get home."
The boys flew off.
But, unseen by them, there was a junky looking skycar parked nearby. It was lined on the inside all over with blue fur, and the phrase 'love machine' was written on the window.
"Hey, man, those dudes had some smoke, man." Android Cheech said, as he hit off a doobie the size of a roll of silver dollars. "We should see where they went."
Android Chong could not respond, because he was trying to hold in smoke for as long as he could. Seeing his non-response, android Cheech flew off to follow the boys to capsule corp.
Around 9:00 that night......
Bulma's dinner party was in full swing, and all of the z fighters and their families were having a good time. Even Vegeta had been made to have fun. But Trunks and Goten sat on the stairway leading to the second floor, just staring.
"Hey, you two." Marron walked over to them. She was wearing a very low cut dress, but even this did not get the boy's attention. Trunks only said glumly, "Hi, Marron."
"Well, what's wrong?" she said with a concerned look on her face. "You two are usually the life of the party."
"We just don't feel like being here, that's all." Goten said.
"I know what you mean." She replied. "You guys got any smoke?"
Trunks smiled and shook his head. "Of course. Let's go find Bura and Pan and see if they want to come smoke a bowl or two. I got this cool new graffix bong."
Marron smiled and giggled. "Okay!" they all walked over to where Bura and Pan were sitting on a couch, and discreetly beckoned them outside. The girls followed immediately.
"Wow, these are good cookies." Bulma said as she bit into one. "But it seems like the more I eat, the more I want."
"That's the way it is." ChiChi said matter of factly as she bit her own cookie. "You start with one, then before you know it, you're a blimp!" she began to laugh wildly. Bulma joined in, then Goku, then Krillin. Pretty soon they were all cracking up for no reason at all.
"Gee, I only drank one glass of wine, and I already feel a bit tipsy." Bulma said in a slightly slurred voice.
ChiChi suddenly became very engrossed in her cookie, and began picking it apart. "Bulma, you use herbs in your cookies?"
"What?"
ChiChi pointed to the bits of green on the table.
"Those were in my cookie."
"Impossible!" Bulma yelled out. "I make my cookies with traditional ingredients only. Are you trying to ruin my reputation as a makerrr... err... baker?!"
"Don't raise you voice to me, you hussy!" ChiChi yelled out. "I found that plant in my cookie!"
And on and on and on.....
Outside, a vaguely mexican looking man was looking through a window at the party. Next to him, a hippie with a beard and a bandanna around his head was crawling in the grass.
"Hey, man, it looks like the people in there are totally bombed." Android Cheech said. He looked down. "Hey, man, what are you doing, man?"
Android Chong continued to search frantically on the ground. "I lost the cookies."
"The wah?"
"I dumped a whole lid into a batch a cookie dough, and it's gone, man."
Meanwhile, outside by a tree, Trunks was packing the third bowl of the night. He lit the weed, took a long drag, and passed the bong to Marron, who repeated his gesture. Goten, Pan, and Bura waited for their turn.
"So, where did you guys get this stuff?" Bura said in a slightly slurred voice. "It's really heavy shit."
Trunks coughed out his lungfull of smoke. "Some guy in Satan city named Tony. He assured us that it was the best."
"Well, the weed's almost gone." Marron said after getting a pitifully small bit of smoke from the near empty bowl. "What do we do now?"
Suddenly Pan smiled evilly. "You guys wanna play truth or dare?"
Trunks and Goten gave each other a slow smile.
"I could bake better than you, any time, any place!" Bulma yelled out.
"Don't make me laugh, tramp!" ChiChi yelled back.
"Tramp, huh? Well, I'm not even going to tell you that you're a frigid bitch who's probably a closet lesbian. I have more maturity than to say those things."
ChiChi's face became red. "There's only one was to settle this. Our husbands!"
Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"They will re-enact the civil war! Whoever's spouse wins is the better woman!"
Bulma smiled. "Agreed. I even have some old costumes in the basement that will be just perfect for the part."
Mr. Satan was sitting in a tree outside, looking through a pair of binoculars. He was looking through a bedroom window. Inside the bedroom, Yamucha was dancing in front of a mirror. He was wearing fishnet stockings, panties, and a halter top.
"I'm.... too sexy for my bra.... too sexy for my bra...." Yamucha chanted.
"Oooh, slow downn...." Mr. Satan whispered as he shifted for a better view....
And the night went on.......
This chapter's gonna be in two parts, so don't kill me! The next part will be out in a couple days at most. And I want to add that I have nothing against lesbians, transvestites, or Mr. Satan. Well, maybe Mr. Satan.
Ja ne!
-Arda the Vampyre
A/N: I haven't updated in a long ass time. I just didn't have any ideas. But I'm going to try to use all the ideas that people have given me in reviews and e-mail. So, enjoy!
"This is so stupid." Trunks grumbled as he and Goten shared an after school joint by a lake in the middle of the woods. "I can't believe we have to go to this stupid dinner party."
"I know." Goten rested his head in his left hand as he used the other to skip rocks across the lake. "I'm so aggravated I can't even get buzzed."
Trunks looked at the joint in his hand. "Me either." He tossed it into the lake. "Let's get home."
The boys flew off.
But, unseen by them, there was a junky looking skycar parked nearby. It was lined on the inside all over with blue fur, and the phrase 'love machine' was written on the window.
"Hey, man, those dudes had some smoke, man." Android Cheech said, as he hit off a doobie the size of a roll of silver dollars. "We should see where they went."
Android Chong could not respond, because he was trying to hold in smoke for as long as he could. Seeing his non-response, android Cheech flew off to follow the boys to capsule corp.
Around 9:00 that night......
Bulma's dinner party was in full swing, and all of the z fighters and their families were having a good time. Even Vegeta had been made to have fun. But Trunks and Goten sat on the stairway leading to the second floor, just staring.
"Hey, you two." Marron walked over to them. She was wearing a very low cut dress, but even this did not get the boy's attention. Trunks only said glumly, "Hi, Marron."
"Well, what's wrong?" she said with a concerned look on her face. "You two are usually the life of the party."
"We just don't feel like being here, that's all." Goten said.
"I know what you mean." She replied. "You guys got any smoke?"
Trunks smiled and shook his head. "Of course. Let's go find Bura and Pan and see if they want to come smoke a bowl or two. I got this cool new graffix bong."
Marron smiled and giggled. "Okay!" they all walked over to where Bura and Pan were sitting on a couch, and discreetly beckoned them outside. The girls followed immediately.
"Wow, these are good cookies." Bulma said as she bit into one. "But it seems like the more I eat, the more I want."
"That's the way it is." ChiChi said matter of factly as she bit her own cookie. "You start with one, then before you know it, you're a blimp!" she began to laugh wildly. Bulma joined in, then Goku, then Krillin. Pretty soon they were all cracking up for no reason at all.
"Gee, I only drank one glass of wine, and I already feel a bit tipsy." Bulma said in a slightly slurred voice.
ChiChi suddenly became very engrossed in her cookie, and began picking it apart. "Bulma, you use herbs in your cookies?"
"What?"
ChiChi pointed to the bits of green on the table.
"Those were in my cookie."
"Impossible!" Bulma yelled out. "I make my cookies with traditional ingredients only. Are you trying to ruin my reputation as a makerrr... err... baker?!"
"Don't raise you voice to me, you hussy!" ChiChi yelled out. "I found that plant in my cookie!"
And on and on and on.....
Outside, a vaguely mexican looking man was looking through a window at the party. Next to him, a hippie with a beard and a bandanna around his head was crawling in the grass.
"Hey, man, it looks like the people in there are totally bombed." Android Cheech said. He looked down. "Hey, man, what are you doing, man?"
Android Chong continued to search frantically on the ground. "I lost the cookies."
"The wah?"
"I dumped a whole lid into a batch a cookie dough, and it's gone, man."
Meanwhile, outside by a tree, Trunks was packing the third bowl of the night. He lit the weed, took a long drag, and passed the bong to Marron, who repeated his gesture. Goten, Pan, and Bura waited for their turn.
"So, where did you guys get this stuff?" Bura said in a slightly slurred voice. "It's really heavy shit."
Trunks coughed out his lungfull of smoke. "Some guy in Satan city named Tony. He assured us that it was the best."
"Well, the weed's almost gone." Marron said after getting a pitifully small bit of smoke from the near empty bowl. "What do we do now?"
Suddenly Pan smiled evilly. "You guys wanna play truth or dare?"
Trunks and Goten gave each other a slow smile.
"I could bake better than you, any time, any place!" Bulma yelled out.
"Don't make me laugh, tramp!" ChiChi yelled back.
"Tramp, huh? Well, I'm not even going to tell you that you're a frigid bitch who's probably a closet lesbian. I have more maturity than to say those things."
ChiChi's face became red. "There's only one was to settle this. Our husbands!"
Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"They will re-enact the civil war! Whoever's spouse wins is the better woman!"
Bulma smiled. "Agreed. I even have some old costumes in the basement that will be just perfect for the part."
Mr. Satan was sitting in a tree outside, looking through a pair of binoculars. He was looking through a bedroom window. Inside the bedroom, Yamucha was dancing in front of a mirror. He was wearing fishnet stockings, panties, and a halter top.
"I'm.... too sexy for my bra.... too sexy for my bra...." Yamucha chanted.
"Oooh, slow downn...." Mr. Satan whispered as he shifted for a better view....
And the night went on.......
This chapter's gonna be in two parts, so don't kill me! The next part will be out in a couple days at most. And I want to add that I have nothing against lesbians, transvestites, or Mr. Satan. Well, maybe Mr. Satan.
Ja ne!
-Arda the Vampyre