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A/N--If you think my life is boring (I'd agree) and don't want to hear about it, please skip! Okay, started my first week of classes...whew! Fun, but they sound like a bit of work! I'm taking Japanese 101 (yay! It's great, I really love it so far), Abnormal Psychology, Philosophy of Language and a Sociology class, Gender and Society! Anyway, my schedule will prevent me from posting anymore than once a week unless I'm inspired (which hasn't happened in quite awhile!) so don't come looking for updates except on the weekends! I'll try as hard as I can to get out at least one a week, and if I don't, you can send me deflamatory notes and I'll send you some back--it relieves tension ^_^ Okay, enough pointless rambling, on with the story!
Mirai Cell stood boredly in the middle of the amusement park and licked his lips at the thought of a full meal. It'd been over an hour since he had consumed Mirai Buu and Mirai Gohan, and the promised second course had yet to arrive. They must have been warned.
Levitating a few inches into the air, Mirai Cell smirked. He might as well have a snack, and perhaps lure his prey to him as well. Rising several dozen feet, the slightly plumper, pink-tinged monster scanned the horizon, narrowing in on the nearby city that played host to the amusement park. That would do.
Zipping quickly over the wilderness to land in the midst of a busy street, Mirai Cell smirked in satisfaction at the horrified screams of recognition as his prey took off in a dozen different directions, running as fast as their plump little legs could carry them. That was okay. Mirai Cell LIKED fast food.
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Mr. Satan crushed his hands together and prayed as the police jetcopter took him inevitably closer to the amusement park where the aliens were known to lurk. As evidenced by his prayers, Hercule didn't have a clue as to just who Kami was. Fortunately for the blubbering heavyweight, Kami was a bit tied up at the moment, and wasn't available to answer his call, and seeing as there were no other available operators, fate was allowed to take its course, meaning that the doughty champ had at least a 50/50 chance of survival. As the jetcopter came in for a landing, Hercule was jolted from his fervent prayers, and back into the real world of aliens and boogeymen.
As the canopy slowly opened, Hercule cowered against the seat...but suddenly, a sense of purpose grabbed him. Here he was in this jetcopter. He wasn't going anywhere. This jetcopter wasn't going to move an inch! So, of course, the only logical thing to do was GET OUT and run away!
Clambering from the restrictive cockpit, Hercule glanced nervously about. From the direction of the House of Mirrors, he could discern shrieks of terror...groans of despair. Being the hero he was, Hercule took off in the opposite direction. Fortunately for our mighty warrior, a mere half-dozen steps led him to the location of the captive children....and he kept on running.
"MMMMPPPH!!!!!!" Erasa called angrily after Hercule through her gag. He'd seen them alright and had just kept on running.
Slumping despairingly on his carnival horse, Sharpener finally gave in to the nausea that had flooded him since being put on the over-reved merry-go- round over an hour before.
"Hey!" Sharpener rubbed his sore jaw in shock. Apparently you couldn't projectile vomit and remain gagged at the same time--something had to give. "HEEEEEERCUUUULLLEEEE!" Sharpener shouted after the retreating champion. "DUUUUUUDE! DON'T LEAVE US MR. SATAN!!!!!!"
In a rare moment of bravery, Hercule stopped...no wait, he'd just encountered a dead end. Turning around, Hercule glanced wildly about like a cornered lamb--spotting Sharpener, half covered in vomit and flailing wildly from atop a carnival horse, his blonde tail wrapped tightly about the bar to help him keep his balance, Hercule shuddered. That HAD to be the alien. Coming to his senses, Hercule realized that the villain was all tied up. Pulling himself straight, the champion crossed the fairgrounds with large earth eating steps to stand gloatingly before Sharpener and Erasa, "HA! Thought you could fool me, huh aliens? Well the trick's on you! I, Hercule Satan, have seen through your disguises, and I have conquered you for the people of Satan City!" Striking a pose, Hercule seemed to be waiting for applause. Sharpener complied obligingly, smacking his bound hands against his knees, causing a sticky splatting sound and splashing a rather unsavory substance into the air where it arced into the afro'd hair of the World Champion of Martial Arts.
Satisfied with the applause, Hercule unbound the blonde duo from their horses, growing rather dizzy himself in the process, having tried unsuccessfully to shut off, and then smash the merry-go-round controls.
Erasa couldn't help but stare at Mr. Satan in disgust as the man rambled garrulously on about how he'd captured the aliens. The man had managed to leave the ropes binding their hands and feet in place while removing them from the horses, so they were just as helpless as they had been ten minutes ago. And, judging by the manic glee decorating the mustachioed man's face, in the hands of ANOTHER madman.
As Sharpener fell over himself with thanks, which the champion ignored as alien trickery, Erasa found herself thinking for the first time in a rather long time as she was shoved into the rear compartment of Hercule's now mysteriously obedient jetcopter. Erasa was thinking that against all odds, and public conception, Videl was right. Her father WAS a moron.
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Dende couldn't help a bit of a sob at his appearance in the mirror. It wasn't that he was narcicistic or anything (even though he WAS one handsome specimen of Namek-kind!) it was just seeing his antennae....stretched out like that...it was just WRONG...
Dende bobbed and bounced, watching his antennae stretch and contract, stretch and contract, in the wavery mirror before him. He didn't like this one...speaking of which, he didn't really like ANY of them! How was he going to get out of this hellhole anyway?!
Stumbling onto the next mirror in a seemingly endless row of the shiny objects, Dende fell to his knees. He didn't know whether to laugh or scream. If the last one had been bad, skewing his antennae all out of proportion, this one was a hundred times worse. This time the wave of the mirror encompassed his entire body, making him look oddly like a green, hairless version of Korin's obnoxious roommate...what was his name...ah yes, Yajirobe.
Dende sniffled drunkenly at the mirror. It wasn't fair. All he had wanted was to find his Pina Colada and to go home. If he could just do that, he promised that he'd never EVER drink again...well...except for Pina Coladas, but no one could honestly expect him to give up THOSE, could they?
Looking at the stocky green Namek staring out at him with large dewy eyes from surface of the mirror, Dende suddenly found himself with a greater appreciation of just what he'd put Gohan through. Pondering for a moment, Dende wondered...had he been wrong? Maybe after this was all over with, and he was back on the lookout, safe in his very own lawn chair, Pina Colada in hand, he'd lighten up on Gohan. Maybe he'd never try to make his life miserable again. The tiny head of the chubby green Namek in the mirror smirked. Nah. Now THAT would be a promise he could never keep!
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After the Supreme Kai had explained the situation, Mirai Gohan's absorbtion and Mirai Cell's subsequent take over, it was time to demonstrate the fusion. This should be fun!
Bardock glanced at King Vegeta reluctantly, dread of the upcoming fusion written in every line of his face, "Okay, just once more..." Looking to the sky he asked the last part half-pleadingly. "Then NEVER again?"
The Supreme Kai covered a snicker at the pleading expression on the brave warrior's face and replied as seriously as he could muster, "You'll do it as many times as is necessary. Remember, the fate of the planet is in your hands."
King Vegeta shot Bardock a look and whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "Couldn't we just blow it up?"
The Supreme Kai's voice echoed loudly in Bardock and King Vegeta's ears, "NO BLOWING UP THE PLANET!"
King Vegeta winced, "Hai...jeez, I was just kidding!" Looking at Bardock, the King sighed and assumed the position as the assembled crowd looked on in amusement.
Gohan tilted his head to the side and stared incredulously as the men tiptoed towards eachother, arms akimbo, "Dancing?"
"My father would NOT dance with an idiot third-class," Prince Vegeta snorted defensively, "It's obvious that they're...they're..." as the pair continued towards each other on twinkle toes, spinning their arms in loopy circles, Prince Vegeta gave up his defense as hopeless, "Okay, just what in the hell ARE they doing?!"
Chichi fanned herself, watching the duo, "That looks a bit like a step I knew when I was a girl."
Bulma cocked her head, "It looks kinda like disco, without the flashing lights."
Prince Vegeta glared at his mate. He didn't know exactly what disco WAS, but judging from the snickers from the humans, it wasn't a good thing. "Be quiet woman! You don't know what you're--"
Prince Vegeta's defense was interrupted by a beet-red Bardock and King Vegeta who had heard every word, shouting the final phrase of their technique...
"FUUUU--SIIIIIIIIOOOON---HAAAAAA!"
An incredible white light swept across the lookout. Falling breathlessly to the ground Bulma exclaimed, "Guess I was wrong about the lights!"
From within the sparkly strobe type flashes, a solid figure slowly emerged. Wearing red and white trousers and an open shirt which exposed a bare muscled chest, flowing sleeves finished the look as Vegetock stepped smirking from the crackling blaze he had created with his birth.
"WHAT is THAT?!" Gohan stepped back, wide-eyed, Videl only a step behind. The being before them seemed to be an odd combination of Bardock and King Vegeta, the features meshing to create a result that was, while aesthetically pleasing, still highly disturbing for all involved.
Vegetock reached up to itch the scar that decorated his right cheek, noting that it felt odd through the prickly whiskers that decorated his face, "I am Vegetock," an odd dual voice emerged from the being.
Goku eyed Prince Vegeta warily and leaned over to whisper, "Is it me, or is that just wrong?"
Prince Vegeta snorted, "No way in hell I'm doing that with you Kakarot."
Goku nodded in relief. He was just glad that he wasn't the one who had to refuse.
Vegetock walked up to Goku and put one hand on his shoulder, "Son, are you ready to learn this technique?" As he said this, the spikey creature put his other hand on Prince Vegeta's shoulder.
Goku smiled innocently, secretly gleeful at a chance to irk the troublesome Prince, "Guess we're brothers for the time being, huh Vegeta?"
Prince Vegeta shot Goku a sickened glare and shook the hand off of his shoulder, "There is no way in hell that I'm going to do....THAT....with Kakarot!"
Vegetock's eyes narrowed in a fatherly manner, "And just why is that, son?"
Krillin shuddered and hid behind his wife. That voice was just too creepy-- he couldn't even gather proper appreciation of the torment that that pompous prince was enduring.
As Prince Vegeta opened his mouth, preparing to stick his foot in it, Goku stepped in to save him, pulling a leaf from Mr. Satan's book in the face of fatherly disapproval, "Oh, sick! We're sick, right Vegeta?" he asked, punching the other man in the gut while Vegetock wasn't looking.
Prince Vegeta doubled over at the unexpected blow and glared daggers at Goku, "Yes, sick," he growled, "In fact, I'm willing to bet one of us will be DEAD, VERY SOON, Kakarot."
Goku smiled smugly, "Anytime Vegeta," he whispered.
"You are SO DEAD Kakarot."
Gohan stared at Goku and Vegeta with a pained expression as the two clutched their stomachs...why did this seem somehow familiar....
"Hey Gohan," Videl whispered into his ear.
Gohan jumped, his heart pounding. Videl whispering his name into his ear, now THAT was something he'd been having dreams about...dreams where...Gohan's eyes widened and he smacked his forehead with both hands. *NO! BAD THOUGHTS! STOP THINKING THAT!*
Videl's expression faltered as concerns for her boyfriend's sanity took the forefront, but she bravely continued, "Don't you think your dad and Vegeta are acting a little bit like....well....my dad?"
Gohan looked at the two doubled over Saiyans and sighed. He'd known it looked familiar. His dad and Vegeta wouldn't back down from a fight if the villain were a thousand times stronger than them, but ask them to perform an embarassing dance-like technique and they'd rolled on the floor right along with Hercule. Normally they'd just refuse outright he was sure, but the presence of the oddly disturbing Vegetock had driven them to extreme measures.
Vegetock peered at the two in concern, "What's the matter?"
Goten giggled, "Maybe they ate some of Bulma-san's fruitcake!"
Bulma glared suspiciously at Goten, "You know what happened to my fruitcake? I cooked one a few years ago but Trunks told me that someone had come by and stolen it because it was so good."
Goten paled and shook his head, "I-I don't know Bulma-san...."
Prince Vegeta, getting tired of playing the fool, climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. "That fruitcake was a deathtrap woman. If I had been any less of a warrior, I would have fed it to Cell and rid us of the monster without any effort at all."
Goku sighed and climbed to his feet, "We're sick Vegeta, remember?"
Prince Vegeta snorted, "Shut up Kakarot." Gesturing towards Videl he continued, "If you want to act like that brat's idiot father, feel free, but I am a Saiyan." Glaring coolly at Vegetock who stood, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised, Prince Vegeta tried to outstare the combined gazes of his father and former babysitter, "There's no way I'm fusing with that idiot," he stated arrogantly, gesturing at Goku, "Not only would I be weakened by being attached to that idiot, but I could end up catching his brain damage."
Goku glared at Vegeta and stomped up and crossed his arms as well, "Well I'm not fusing with him either! I'd probably lose half a foot of height and end up balding and arrogant."
"Kakarooooot..."
Vegetock stared at his sons, a slow smirk playing over his face. "That's fine," the eerie voice echoed confidently, "I'm much more powerful than either of you anyway. I am Vegetock, King of All Third-Class...no wait a minute. I'm the King of All...no, I'm a scientist...or..." Vegetock seemed consumed by an inner struggle, face contorting into a confused expression, his eyebrows wrinkling as his proud widow's peak drew down to crease his forehead. Blinking in confusion the warrior looked up at the group gathered around him, "I know I'm perfect, and wonderful, and handsome, and incredibly intelligent, not to mention a good dresser...and I know that those two," he pointed at Goku and Vegeta, "Are my sons...but other than that...." Lifting a hand to scratch his head in a manner chillingly similar to Goku's, Vegetock grinned disarmingly, "I don't have a clue. Could you maybe tell me who I am?"
"Insanity." The Supreme Kai's voice filtered down through their minds, "That's the problem with Vegetock. For some reason, whenever Bardock and King Vegeta perform the fusion technique, they experience a decrease in mental accuity until, by the end of the fusion, they are almost entirely incapacitated. Just look at him now."
All eyes turned to Vegetock who was now down on all fours, examining a snail crawling across the deck. Prodding the creature with one forefinger, Vegetock cocked his head, "Excuse me sir, but do you know who I am? I seem to have forgotten." The snail, obviously, did not reply.
The Supreme Kai continued, covering a snort of laughter, popping a handful of popcorn in his mouth, "Ehem, yes, anyway *crunch, munch, swallow* the point is, Vegetock is obviously unable to combat your enemy."
Gohan, glancing at the fused saiyan who now sat toying with his tail in a rather childish manner, couldn't help but agree. "Well then who's going to do it, Supreme Kai? Who can master the technique to defeat Mirai Cell? I defeated Cell once, but...he's gotten a lot more powerful..."
Vegetock glanced up from his tail to grin at Gohan, "You defeated that Cell fellow? Cheerio, well done old chap! I suppose I'm not needed then..." a horrified expression came over the combination-Saiyan's features, "That means I have no purpose in life!" he exclaimed before bursting into tears, which lasted about two seconds before he rediscovered the snail he had questioned earlier and proceeded to repeat his earlier conversation with the slimy creature. The snail, once again, chose not to reply.
The Supreme Kai who never failed to get a kick out of Vegetock's mental instability was trying not to choke on his popcorn at the expressions that decorated the faces of the Z-senshi. Goku and Vegeta looked particularly horrified at the thought of fusion.
The Supreme God of the Universe thought long and hard, looking to each figure on the deck as he tried to make a decision. There were only a few he could choose from who had comparable powerlevels, but he amused himself nonetheless thinking of how interesting a combination of Vegeta and Mr. Popo would look.
Mirai Trunks and Super Trunks were out, seeing as their powerlevels weren't close enough to each other's. The Prince Vegeta and Goku option would be highly amusing, but he doubted that he'd get the two hard-headed Saiyans to agree to it unless the entire world population had been exterminated, or something similarly drastic. Like THAT would ever happen. Continuing to ponder his options, the Supreme Kai noticed Goten and Chibi Trunks who had abandoned the group of adults who were currently staring in awe at Vegetock who was rolling around on the deck laughing for no particular reason, to spar across the way.
For their age, the youngsters were very strong. Their sizes were similar, and their powerlevels were comparable. More importantly, the Supreme Kai knew from watching them in the past, that the two had a considerable sense of mischief residing in their souls. As a fused pair, not only would they be able to defeat Mirai Cell, but they would cause a hell of a lot of trouble doing it.
Smirking, the Supreme Kai popped another handful of popcorn into his mouth and spoke, "Fine, Prince Vegeta, Goku, you're off the hook."
Gohan quailed. There was no way he wanted to do this. He just KNEW that the Supreme Kai was going to call his name...please no...anything but that! Gohan had, of course, said the magic words.
"Chibi Trunks, Goten," The Supreme Kai announced with malicious pleasure, "You shall learn to fuse, and you will train to defeat Mirai Cell."
Gohan's face filled with horror. THOSE TWO? With the kind of power that a fusion afforded a person?! Well, he HAD said anything...
Chibi Trunks and Goten paused in their sparring and looked to the heavens with identical expressions of hyper delight. "COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*Hn...some OOC, but I'm allowed. This isn't exactly a drama or anything. Hope you liked the chapter, see you next week!*
A/N--If you think my life is boring (I'd agree) and don't want to hear about it, please skip! Okay, started my first week of classes...whew! Fun, but they sound like a bit of work! I'm taking Japanese 101 (yay! It's great, I really love it so far), Abnormal Psychology, Philosophy of Language and a Sociology class, Gender and Society! Anyway, my schedule will prevent me from posting anymore than once a week unless I'm inspired (which hasn't happened in quite awhile!) so don't come looking for updates except on the weekends! I'll try as hard as I can to get out at least one a week, and if I don't, you can send me deflamatory notes and I'll send you some back--it relieves tension ^_^ Okay, enough pointless rambling, on with the story!
Mirai Cell stood boredly in the middle of the amusement park and licked his lips at the thought of a full meal. It'd been over an hour since he had consumed Mirai Buu and Mirai Gohan, and the promised second course had yet to arrive. They must have been warned.
Levitating a few inches into the air, Mirai Cell smirked. He might as well have a snack, and perhaps lure his prey to him as well. Rising several dozen feet, the slightly plumper, pink-tinged monster scanned the horizon, narrowing in on the nearby city that played host to the amusement park. That would do.
Zipping quickly over the wilderness to land in the midst of a busy street, Mirai Cell smirked in satisfaction at the horrified screams of recognition as his prey took off in a dozen different directions, running as fast as their plump little legs could carry them. That was okay. Mirai Cell LIKED fast food.
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Mr. Satan crushed his hands together and prayed as the police jetcopter took him inevitably closer to the amusement park where the aliens were known to lurk. As evidenced by his prayers, Hercule didn't have a clue as to just who Kami was. Fortunately for the blubbering heavyweight, Kami was a bit tied up at the moment, and wasn't available to answer his call, and seeing as there were no other available operators, fate was allowed to take its course, meaning that the doughty champ had at least a 50/50 chance of survival. As the jetcopter came in for a landing, Hercule was jolted from his fervent prayers, and back into the real world of aliens and boogeymen.
As the canopy slowly opened, Hercule cowered against the seat...but suddenly, a sense of purpose grabbed him. Here he was in this jetcopter. He wasn't going anywhere. This jetcopter wasn't going to move an inch! So, of course, the only logical thing to do was GET OUT and run away!
Clambering from the restrictive cockpit, Hercule glanced nervously about. From the direction of the House of Mirrors, he could discern shrieks of terror...groans of despair. Being the hero he was, Hercule took off in the opposite direction. Fortunately for our mighty warrior, a mere half-dozen steps led him to the location of the captive children....and he kept on running.
"MMMMPPPH!!!!!!" Erasa called angrily after Hercule through her gag. He'd seen them alright and had just kept on running.
Slumping despairingly on his carnival horse, Sharpener finally gave in to the nausea that had flooded him since being put on the over-reved merry-go- round over an hour before.
"Hey!" Sharpener rubbed his sore jaw in shock. Apparently you couldn't projectile vomit and remain gagged at the same time--something had to give. "HEEEEEERCUUUULLLEEEE!" Sharpener shouted after the retreating champion. "DUUUUUUDE! DON'T LEAVE US MR. SATAN!!!!!!"
In a rare moment of bravery, Hercule stopped...no wait, he'd just encountered a dead end. Turning around, Hercule glanced wildly about like a cornered lamb--spotting Sharpener, half covered in vomit and flailing wildly from atop a carnival horse, his blonde tail wrapped tightly about the bar to help him keep his balance, Hercule shuddered. That HAD to be the alien. Coming to his senses, Hercule realized that the villain was all tied up. Pulling himself straight, the champion crossed the fairgrounds with large earth eating steps to stand gloatingly before Sharpener and Erasa, "HA! Thought you could fool me, huh aliens? Well the trick's on you! I, Hercule Satan, have seen through your disguises, and I have conquered you for the people of Satan City!" Striking a pose, Hercule seemed to be waiting for applause. Sharpener complied obligingly, smacking his bound hands against his knees, causing a sticky splatting sound and splashing a rather unsavory substance into the air where it arced into the afro'd hair of the World Champion of Martial Arts.
Satisfied with the applause, Hercule unbound the blonde duo from their horses, growing rather dizzy himself in the process, having tried unsuccessfully to shut off, and then smash the merry-go-round controls.
Erasa couldn't help but stare at Mr. Satan in disgust as the man rambled garrulously on about how he'd captured the aliens. The man had managed to leave the ropes binding their hands and feet in place while removing them from the horses, so they were just as helpless as they had been ten minutes ago. And, judging by the manic glee decorating the mustachioed man's face, in the hands of ANOTHER madman.
As Sharpener fell over himself with thanks, which the champion ignored as alien trickery, Erasa found herself thinking for the first time in a rather long time as she was shoved into the rear compartment of Hercule's now mysteriously obedient jetcopter. Erasa was thinking that against all odds, and public conception, Videl was right. Her father WAS a moron.
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Dende couldn't help a bit of a sob at his appearance in the mirror. It wasn't that he was narcicistic or anything (even though he WAS one handsome specimen of Namek-kind!) it was just seeing his antennae....stretched out like that...it was just WRONG...
Dende bobbed and bounced, watching his antennae stretch and contract, stretch and contract, in the wavery mirror before him. He didn't like this one...speaking of which, he didn't really like ANY of them! How was he going to get out of this hellhole anyway?!
Stumbling onto the next mirror in a seemingly endless row of the shiny objects, Dende fell to his knees. He didn't know whether to laugh or scream. If the last one had been bad, skewing his antennae all out of proportion, this one was a hundred times worse. This time the wave of the mirror encompassed his entire body, making him look oddly like a green, hairless version of Korin's obnoxious roommate...what was his name...ah yes, Yajirobe.
Dende sniffled drunkenly at the mirror. It wasn't fair. All he had wanted was to find his Pina Colada and to go home. If he could just do that, he promised that he'd never EVER drink again...well...except for Pina Coladas, but no one could honestly expect him to give up THOSE, could they?
Looking at the stocky green Namek staring out at him with large dewy eyes from surface of the mirror, Dende suddenly found himself with a greater appreciation of just what he'd put Gohan through. Pondering for a moment, Dende wondered...had he been wrong? Maybe after this was all over with, and he was back on the lookout, safe in his very own lawn chair, Pina Colada in hand, he'd lighten up on Gohan. Maybe he'd never try to make his life miserable again. The tiny head of the chubby green Namek in the mirror smirked. Nah. Now THAT would be a promise he could never keep!
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After the Supreme Kai had explained the situation, Mirai Gohan's absorbtion and Mirai Cell's subsequent take over, it was time to demonstrate the fusion. This should be fun!
Bardock glanced at King Vegeta reluctantly, dread of the upcoming fusion written in every line of his face, "Okay, just once more..." Looking to the sky he asked the last part half-pleadingly. "Then NEVER again?"
The Supreme Kai covered a snicker at the pleading expression on the brave warrior's face and replied as seriously as he could muster, "You'll do it as many times as is necessary. Remember, the fate of the planet is in your hands."
King Vegeta shot Bardock a look and whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "Couldn't we just blow it up?"
The Supreme Kai's voice echoed loudly in Bardock and King Vegeta's ears, "NO BLOWING UP THE PLANET!"
King Vegeta winced, "Hai...jeez, I was just kidding!" Looking at Bardock, the King sighed and assumed the position as the assembled crowd looked on in amusement.
Gohan tilted his head to the side and stared incredulously as the men tiptoed towards eachother, arms akimbo, "Dancing?"
"My father would NOT dance with an idiot third-class," Prince Vegeta snorted defensively, "It's obvious that they're...they're..." as the pair continued towards each other on twinkle toes, spinning their arms in loopy circles, Prince Vegeta gave up his defense as hopeless, "Okay, just what in the hell ARE they doing?!"
Chichi fanned herself, watching the duo, "That looks a bit like a step I knew when I was a girl."
Bulma cocked her head, "It looks kinda like disco, without the flashing lights."
Prince Vegeta glared at his mate. He didn't know exactly what disco WAS, but judging from the snickers from the humans, it wasn't a good thing. "Be quiet woman! You don't know what you're--"
Prince Vegeta's defense was interrupted by a beet-red Bardock and King Vegeta who had heard every word, shouting the final phrase of their technique...
"FUUUU--SIIIIIIIIOOOON---HAAAAAA!"
An incredible white light swept across the lookout. Falling breathlessly to the ground Bulma exclaimed, "Guess I was wrong about the lights!"
From within the sparkly strobe type flashes, a solid figure slowly emerged. Wearing red and white trousers and an open shirt which exposed a bare muscled chest, flowing sleeves finished the look as Vegetock stepped smirking from the crackling blaze he had created with his birth.
"WHAT is THAT?!" Gohan stepped back, wide-eyed, Videl only a step behind. The being before them seemed to be an odd combination of Bardock and King Vegeta, the features meshing to create a result that was, while aesthetically pleasing, still highly disturbing for all involved.
Vegetock reached up to itch the scar that decorated his right cheek, noting that it felt odd through the prickly whiskers that decorated his face, "I am Vegetock," an odd dual voice emerged from the being.
Goku eyed Prince Vegeta warily and leaned over to whisper, "Is it me, or is that just wrong?"
Prince Vegeta snorted, "No way in hell I'm doing that with you Kakarot."
Goku nodded in relief. He was just glad that he wasn't the one who had to refuse.
Vegetock walked up to Goku and put one hand on his shoulder, "Son, are you ready to learn this technique?" As he said this, the spikey creature put his other hand on Prince Vegeta's shoulder.
Goku smiled innocently, secretly gleeful at a chance to irk the troublesome Prince, "Guess we're brothers for the time being, huh Vegeta?"
Prince Vegeta shot Goku a sickened glare and shook the hand off of his shoulder, "There is no way in hell that I'm going to do....THAT....with Kakarot!"
Vegetock's eyes narrowed in a fatherly manner, "And just why is that, son?"
Krillin shuddered and hid behind his wife. That voice was just too creepy-- he couldn't even gather proper appreciation of the torment that that pompous prince was enduring.
As Prince Vegeta opened his mouth, preparing to stick his foot in it, Goku stepped in to save him, pulling a leaf from Mr. Satan's book in the face of fatherly disapproval, "Oh, sick! We're sick, right Vegeta?" he asked, punching the other man in the gut while Vegetock wasn't looking.
Prince Vegeta doubled over at the unexpected blow and glared daggers at Goku, "Yes, sick," he growled, "In fact, I'm willing to bet one of us will be DEAD, VERY SOON, Kakarot."
Goku smiled smugly, "Anytime Vegeta," he whispered.
"You are SO DEAD Kakarot."
Gohan stared at Goku and Vegeta with a pained expression as the two clutched their stomachs...why did this seem somehow familiar....
"Hey Gohan," Videl whispered into his ear.
Gohan jumped, his heart pounding. Videl whispering his name into his ear, now THAT was something he'd been having dreams about...dreams where...Gohan's eyes widened and he smacked his forehead with both hands. *NO! BAD THOUGHTS! STOP THINKING THAT!*
Videl's expression faltered as concerns for her boyfriend's sanity took the forefront, but she bravely continued, "Don't you think your dad and Vegeta are acting a little bit like....well....my dad?"
Gohan looked at the two doubled over Saiyans and sighed. He'd known it looked familiar. His dad and Vegeta wouldn't back down from a fight if the villain were a thousand times stronger than them, but ask them to perform an embarassing dance-like technique and they'd rolled on the floor right along with Hercule. Normally they'd just refuse outright he was sure, but the presence of the oddly disturbing Vegetock had driven them to extreme measures.
Vegetock peered at the two in concern, "What's the matter?"
Goten giggled, "Maybe they ate some of Bulma-san's fruitcake!"
Bulma glared suspiciously at Goten, "You know what happened to my fruitcake? I cooked one a few years ago but Trunks told me that someone had come by and stolen it because it was so good."
Goten paled and shook his head, "I-I don't know Bulma-san...."
Prince Vegeta, getting tired of playing the fool, climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. "That fruitcake was a deathtrap woman. If I had been any less of a warrior, I would have fed it to Cell and rid us of the monster without any effort at all."
Goku sighed and climbed to his feet, "We're sick Vegeta, remember?"
Prince Vegeta snorted, "Shut up Kakarot." Gesturing towards Videl he continued, "If you want to act like that brat's idiot father, feel free, but I am a Saiyan." Glaring coolly at Vegetock who stood, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised, Prince Vegeta tried to outstare the combined gazes of his father and former babysitter, "There's no way I'm fusing with that idiot," he stated arrogantly, gesturing at Goku, "Not only would I be weakened by being attached to that idiot, but I could end up catching his brain damage."
Goku glared at Vegeta and stomped up and crossed his arms as well, "Well I'm not fusing with him either! I'd probably lose half a foot of height and end up balding and arrogant."
"Kakarooooot..."
Vegetock stared at his sons, a slow smirk playing over his face. "That's fine," the eerie voice echoed confidently, "I'm much more powerful than either of you anyway. I am Vegetock, King of All Third-Class...no wait a minute. I'm the King of All...no, I'm a scientist...or..." Vegetock seemed consumed by an inner struggle, face contorting into a confused expression, his eyebrows wrinkling as his proud widow's peak drew down to crease his forehead. Blinking in confusion the warrior looked up at the group gathered around him, "I know I'm perfect, and wonderful, and handsome, and incredibly intelligent, not to mention a good dresser...and I know that those two," he pointed at Goku and Vegeta, "Are my sons...but other than that...." Lifting a hand to scratch his head in a manner chillingly similar to Goku's, Vegetock grinned disarmingly, "I don't have a clue. Could you maybe tell me who I am?"
"Insanity." The Supreme Kai's voice filtered down through their minds, "That's the problem with Vegetock. For some reason, whenever Bardock and King Vegeta perform the fusion technique, they experience a decrease in mental accuity until, by the end of the fusion, they are almost entirely incapacitated. Just look at him now."
All eyes turned to Vegetock who was now down on all fours, examining a snail crawling across the deck. Prodding the creature with one forefinger, Vegetock cocked his head, "Excuse me sir, but do you know who I am? I seem to have forgotten." The snail, obviously, did not reply.
The Supreme Kai continued, covering a snort of laughter, popping a handful of popcorn in his mouth, "Ehem, yes, anyway *crunch, munch, swallow* the point is, Vegetock is obviously unable to combat your enemy."
Gohan, glancing at the fused saiyan who now sat toying with his tail in a rather childish manner, couldn't help but agree. "Well then who's going to do it, Supreme Kai? Who can master the technique to defeat Mirai Cell? I defeated Cell once, but...he's gotten a lot more powerful..."
Vegetock glanced up from his tail to grin at Gohan, "You defeated that Cell fellow? Cheerio, well done old chap! I suppose I'm not needed then..." a horrified expression came over the combination-Saiyan's features, "That means I have no purpose in life!" he exclaimed before bursting into tears, which lasted about two seconds before he rediscovered the snail he had questioned earlier and proceeded to repeat his earlier conversation with the slimy creature. The snail, once again, chose not to reply.
The Supreme Kai who never failed to get a kick out of Vegetock's mental instability was trying not to choke on his popcorn at the expressions that decorated the faces of the Z-senshi. Goku and Vegeta looked particularly horrified at the thought of fusion.
The Supreme God of the Universe thought long and hard, looking to each figure on the deck as he tried to make a decision. There were only a few he could choose from who had comparable powerlevels, but he amused himself nonetheless thinking of how interesting a combination of Vegeta and Mr. Popo would look.
Mirai Trunks and Super Trunks were out, seeing as their powerlevels weren't close enough to each other's. The Prince Vegeta and Goku option would be highly amusing, but he doubted that he'd get the two hard-headed Saiyans to agree to it unless the entire world population had been exterminated, or something similarly drastic. Like THAT would ever happen. Continuing to ponder his options, the Supreme Kai noticed Goten and Chibi Trunks who had abandoned the group of adults who were currently staring in awe at Vegetock who was rolling around on the deck laughing for no particular reason, to spar across the way.
For their age, the youngsters were very strong. Their sizes were similar, and their powerlevels were comparable. More importantly, the Supreme Kai knew from watching them in the past, that the two had a considerable sense of mischief residing in their souls. As a fused pair, not only would they be able to defeat Mirai Cell, but they would cause a hell of a lot of trouble doing it.
Smirking, the Supreme Kai popped another handful of popcorn into his mouth and spoke, "Fine, Prince Vegeta, Goku, you're off the hook."
Gohan quailed. There was no way he wanted to do this. He just KNEW that the Supreme Kai was going to call his name...please no...anything but that! Gohan had, of course, said the magic words.
"Chibi Trunks, Goten," The Supreme Kai announced with malicious pleasure, "You shall learn to fuse, and you will train to defeat Mirai Cell."
Gohan's face filled with horror. THOSE TWO? With the kind of power that a fusion afforded a person?! Well, he HAD said anything...
Chibi Trunks and Goten paused in their sparring and looked to the heavens with identical expressions of hyper delight. "COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*Hn...some OOC, but I'm allowed. This isn't exactly a drama or anything. Hope you liked the chapter, see you next week!*