Summary (new feature, bow down before it.): Let's see, Bulma's trying to get away from the squadron of idiots, Vegeta's dealing with his cronies. Not very much content. Wow, that really makes me reconsider my values.
This would have to be done in secret, stealth like, like a cat. Like sly cat. Like a slinky, sly cat. Like a cat so slinky, sly, sneaky and stealth that she would run out of adjectives starting with 's'. But sly nonetheless. Because that's the way you operate when a widow peaked idiot decided to send idiot clones of himself to annoy you. Especially if the idiot army was bigger, meaner, and dumber then you.
Then of course you walk stealthy through the halls in paranoid fear, knowing that every step you take would be heard by guys who thought you were a banshee (Yes, they're still not convinced that she's not a banshee.) with a bounty on your head. And by making a really loud noise you would alert them to your location, and ruin all those adjectives that took so long to think up.
Crashing into wagon of janitorial supplies placed right in your way would be one such noise.
"Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow. This is not a good thing." Bulma said, removing an impromptu mop wig and several cans of cleaner.
One of the bottles of Pledge that had rolled away started to shake as the cause of the vibrations started to get closer.
"Very much so not a good thing." She mumbled, starting to get up.
"Found her!" Came a far away voice.
"No I found her." Came another one.
"Nuh uh, I'm leader so *I* found her!" Came a squeaky one.
"Why me?" came an annoyed one.
"Hey, she's running!" Came a dimwitted one.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious."
*~ . ~*
"Did you take my soda?" Tyler whined, walking back into the control room.
"No, I've already told you no, and if you ask me again…" Gunk/Pothic said, exasperated, grabbing Tyler by the shirt and bringing him to eye level. Any higher and we'd have a spiky haired bug with a bloody nose on our hands.
"Okay, okay, okay, you didn't take my soda, understood, understood." He squeaked, gasping for air, arms flailing about comically.
"That's enough out of you two, have you placed the call yet?" Vegeta spoke from across the room, messing up the gizmo thingy with the wires, taking a swig from a soda can that wasn't there before.
"Not yet, I've been trying to find my soda." Still gasping for air and trying to bring down his heartbeat.
"Soda? You're delaying the chance of a lifetime for soda? You disgust me."
"Yeah, well, it's really good soda."
Well, this one's destined for the garbage, Vegeta thought, not noticing the ever so slight shading the screen received, that ever so resembled the bright/dark adjustment controls on your average computer, ever so much so.
*- . -*
"Test complete, I have power over you!" Bulma said before launching a mildly evil laugh from her new bug free operations booth. After debating over the most subtle form of testing, she executed it effectively and thus began using the features on the gismo dilly currently unknown to Vegeta.
"What's that noise coming from the lockers?" Some muffle noises from beyond the thin metal shield.
"Wait, you do remember where you put that shrimpy kid right?"
"Benny did that, remember?"
"I'm beginning to think Benny does everything around here."
"But I thought Benny was dead."
"Who did we assign to check?"
"Benny."
*X . X*
Phew, that's done and over with. Already near the end of May and my school still hasn't let out for vacation.
Yes I'm miserable.
So very miserable.