"HEY VEGETA!!!" Gohan yelled over to the saiyan prince who cringed in
response to the high pitchedness of the halfling's voice. Vegeta was
standing in a huge crater with the young Trunks by his side - brutally
beaten and just beginning to stir from a temporary coma that he had been
in.
"What now brat?" Vegeta said dully as the demi-saiyan raced down to him. The prince never suspected though that the demi saiyan would actually throw himself onto him and hug his neck in a choking strangle. "GET OFF ME!!!" he shouted throwing off the grinning half human.
"SorryVegetaIjustwantedtothankyouforhelpingmeandgivingmethatpotionbecauseita ctuallyworked!!!!!" The teenage demi-saiyan bounced up and down happily.
Fortunately for Vegeta he could understand fast-excited-talking-in-which- all-the-words-are-jumbled-upinese. (A/N: I understand it too ^-^), "Well duh! Now give me back my phial, I need it for another vict . . . uh err. . . customer. . . yes that's it. . . . I need it for another customer. . ." Gohan didn't even notice the oujo's uneasiness.
"Mr. Haley my teacher that is. . . ." Trunks muttered under his breath as he got up and stood by his father.
Gohan eagerly handed the phial to Vegeta and was about to blast off until, "WAIT!!! This isn't my phial!"
The halfling turned back and stared, "What do you mean, by that isn't YOUR phial?!"
Vegeta snarled, "I mean that this phial isn't mine! I don't use plastic corks, I use the old wooden kinds on wine bottles or else the magic would eat the plastic up." He frowned, "Where's my phial?!" He demanded.
Gohan's head spinned, he remembered that the phial he dumped the potion out of had black cork on it so if it wasn't a love potion that go t him and Piccolo together then she must like him otherwise. . . . "YES!! SO SHE REALLY DOES LIKE ME!!!" He rejoiced.
"Hey Gohan. . . if you didn't give Piccolo the potion to drink then where is it? And what do you give to her?" Trunks asked confuzled (( is my friend's word for confused).
Gohan was jumping up and down but abruptly fell down, his eyes alight with realization but also with a hint of fear. . . . "Oh Jeebus help us all. . . . ."
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I may not be updating for a long while, its school time. Plus I'm grounded for swearing at my dad. My old man and I have been at war with each other since I was born.
"What now brat?" Vegeta said dully as the demi-saiyan raced down to him. The prince never suspected though that the demi saiyan would actually throw himself onto him and hug his neck in a choking strangle. "GET OFF ME!!!" he shouted throwing off the grinning half human.
"SorryVegetaIjustwantedtothankyouforhelpingmeandgivingmethatpotionbecauseita ctuallyworked!!!!!" The teenage demi-saiyan bounced up and down happily.
Fortunately for Vegeta he could understand fast-excited-talking-in-which- all-the-words-are-jumbled-upinese. (A/N: I understand it too ^-^), "Well duh! Now give me back my phial, I need it for another vict . . . uh err. . . customer. . . yes that's it. . . . I need it for another customer. . ." Gohan didn't even notice the oujo's uneasiness.
"Mr. Haley my teacher that is. . . ." Trunks muttered under his breath as he got up and stood by his father.
Gohan eagerly handed the phial to Vegeta and was about to blast off until, "WAIT!!! This isn't my phial!"
The halfling turned back and stared, "What do you mean, by that isn't YOUR phial?!"
Vegeta snarled, "I mean that this phial isn't mine! I don't use plastic corks, I use the old wooden kinds on wine bottles or else the magic would eat the plastic up." He frowned, "Where's my phial?!" He demanded.
Gohan's head spinned, he remembered that the phial he dumped the potion out of had black cork on it so if it wasn't a love potion that go t him and Piccolo together then she must like him otherwise. . . . "YES!! SO SHE REALLY DOES LIKE ME!!!" He rejoiced.
"Hey Gohan. . . if you didn't give Piccolo the potion to drink then where is it? And what do you give to her?" Trunks asked confuzled (( is my friend's word for confused).
Gohan was jumping up and down but abruptly fell down, his eyes alight with realization but also with a hint of fear. . . . "Oh Jeebus help us all. . . . ."
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I may not be updating for a long while, its school time. Plus I'm grounded for swearing at my dad. My old man and I have been at war with each other since I was born.