"Gohan. I have some bad news, worse news and worst news, which would you
like to hear first?" Vegeta said strolling into the guest room Gohan was
staying in. Because everyone at school was deluded with the potion they all
wanted to get together with the poor halfling and since his address was in
the school directory Chi Chi thought it best that he should remain at CC
for the meantime. Of course he told Piccolo about the whole incident,
thinking it for the best to be honest, but in the end the enraged namek
refused to even make psychic contact with him. So the now depressed Gohan
laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling wondering if it was wrong to fall
in love.
The halfling sighed, "Well the whole student body is in love with me, and the girl of my dreams can't even stand to be within 1,000 feet of me. . . . might as well start small. . . ." He said. The demi-saiyan sat down on the bed in case he would faint.
"Bad news is that Kakarrot won't be coming back until the tournament ring is rebuilt because of something about fate and what not." The prince paused letting the news sink in then continued, "Worse news is that the affects of the potion won't wear off for at least. . . oh 5 - 6. . . . years - "
Gohan jumped up and practically shouted, "FIVE TO SIX YEARS!!!??? But. . but. . ."
"I know I know, you'd die by then. But I don't at the moment have anything to repel the potion which would be worth making. But don't worry, I haven't gotten through all the chapters of my mum's book, there might be reversal spells on the second half of the book. And that would take me all year to read."
"But I - " Gohan began.
Vegeta held up a hand, "I know, you can't wait that long. But its better than having the potion active for the full 5 or so years now won't it? Good. And last but not least, I think you've just poisoned your girlfriend." Vegeta said with a yawn.
"NO!!! PICCOLO CAN'T DIE!!! SHE CAN'T!!!!!!!" Gohan said hysterically.
"Gohan you aren't paying attention. I said poisoned. P - O - I - S - O - N - E - D. Not killed. K - I - L - L -E - D. You gave her a chemical called Serpine Surphault, it makes nameks not only delusional and reckless and suicidal, but also prone to sudden but violent mood swings. So she might be dead by no -Gohan?" The halfling disappeared.
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"Oh how wonderful! A new day has began! Oh what a beautiful day! A fantastic day for fun! La de da!! . . ." Piccolo sang cheerfully (not horribly earsplitting). The delusional namek was dancing in a field of flowers singing to herself dressed not in her usual gi, but a . . . . a short white dress, pink shoes, her hair tied in a braid by pinkish red ribbon. She held a woven basket picnic basket in one arm and a picnic blanket in another. "Oh what a wonderfully beautifully lovely nice day to be alive!!" The little animals of the forest were dancing and frolicking with her.
"Piccolo!" Gohan said bewilderment as he landed mouth hitting the floor.
"Oh hello dear dear Gohan! How are you today? I'm so glad you're here! Now we can have a lovely nice picnic on this nice lovely day!" She linked arms with the stunned half saiyan and pulled him over to a big elm tree. She set- up all the picnic stuff then sat down.
{This must be her happy cheerful mood. . . Happy cheerful mood?! Her?! No way. I've NEVER seen her cheerful. . . . unless something horrible happened to me. . . but that's besides the point!} Gohan thought.
"Would you like some cherry pie?" Piccolo was smiling eerily, a weird deranged freaky smile. . . .
"Sure. . ." Gohan said cautiously. The namekian handed the halfling a plate, Gohan took a bite out of it and almost immediately spit it out. "That was GROSS!!!"
"GROSS!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I SLAVE OVER A HOT OVEN ALL FREAKIN DAY LONG AND YOU CALL MY COOKING GROSS!!!!!! YOU'LL PAY DEARLY FOR THAT!!!" Piccolo screamed, then out of thin air a big ass machine gun/missile & grenade launcher/ tazar. She cackled evilly, a deranged cold laugh. "RUN ALL CREATURES!!! NOTHING IS SAFE IN MY WAKE!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!" Her clothes changed too, black leather pants, black tight shirt, black leather boots, black leather jacket, her hair tied back in a ponytail, and a leather hat set on her head.
"Oh gawd. . . please almighty lord help me. . . . ." Gohan ran as a deranged Piccolo charged at him missiles flying madly, bullets soaring wildly in all directions. The schizophrenic female namek destroyed everything setting everything on fire in a maddening uncontrolled rage. The halfling not being the suicidal type flew back to CC watching helplessly as the forest destroyed.
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Gohan landed in front of CC once again and trudge back into the basement where Vegeta had made the perfect concoction to counteract the affects of the love potion. Now the only problem was, how to get all of the student body to drink it.
"We could just go to all of their houses and force it down their throats." Vegeta suggested.
"Nah, it'd take way too long. Hey I know! Why don't we just distribute this to everyone at a party here at CC? They'd all drink it!" Gohan said thinking about the prospect of having a party.
"Here?! Are you suicidal!? Bulma would kill not only me but you as well!" The two men sat and thought for a long while.
"I have an idea, but you won't like it." The prince said, "You could go to school next Monday and tell everyone that if they drink the stuff you'd - "
"NO! No way, I'd die if I had to!" Gohan protested.
"Fine then. Let the whole student body crave you! Let them forever praise you and chase after you! Let them not give you any rest! After all if we don't give them this cure this year, there will be no way to reverse the effects of the potion until the 50 or 60 years are up!"
"FIFTY TO SIXTY YEARS?!?!?!? You said 5 - 6!!!" Gohan shouted incredulously.
Vegeta sighed, "50 - 6 - 60 - 5. What's the difference? You're still stuck with the effects of the potion no matter where you go."
The halfling sank back into his chair, "I have no choice do I?"
The saiyan prince shrugged, "You never had one in the first place."
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La de dum be dum ba doo.
The halfling sighed, "Well the whole student body is in love with me, and the girl of my dreams can't even stand to be within 1,000 feet of me. . . . might as well start small. . . ." He said. The demi-saiyan sat down on the bed in case he would faint.
"Bad news is that Kakarrot won't be coming back until the tournament ring is rebuilt because of something about fate and what not." The prince paused letting the news sink in then continued, "Worse news is that the affects of the potion won't wear off for at least. . . oh 5 - 6. . . . years - "
Gohan jumped up and practically shouted, "FIVE TO SIX YEARS!!!??? But. . but. . ."
"I know I know, you'd die by then. But I don't at the moment have anything to repel the potion which would be worth making. But don't worry, I haven't gotten through all the chapters of my mum's book, there might be reversal spells on the second half of the book. And that would take me all year to read."
"But I - " Gohan began.
Vegeta held up a hand, "I know, you can't wait that long. But its better than having the potion active for the full 5 or so years now won't it? Good. And last but not least, I think you've just poisoned your girlfriend." Vegeta said with a yawn.
"NO!!! PICCOLO CAN'T DIE!!! SHE CAN'T!!!!!!!" Gohan said hysterically.
"Gohan you aren't paying attention. I said poisoned. P - O - I - S - O - N - E - D. Not killed. K - I - L - L -E - D. You gave her a chemical called Serpine Surphault, it makes nameks not only delusional and reckless and suicidal, but also prone to sudden but violent mood swings. So she might be dead by no -Gohan?" The halfling disappeared.
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"Oh how wonderful! A new day has began! Oh what a beautiful day! A fantastic day for fun! La de da!! . . ." Piccolo sang cheerfully (not horribly earsplitting). The delusional namek was dancing in a field of flowers singing to herself dressed not in her usual gi, but a . . . . a short white dress, pink shoes, her hair tied in a braid by pinkish red ribbon. She held a woven basket picnic basket in one arm and a picnic blanket in another. "Oh what a wonderfully beautifully lovely nice day to be alive!!" The little animals of the forest were dancing and frolicking with her.
"Piccolo!" Gohan said bewilderment as he landed mouth hitting the floor.
"Oh hello dear dear Gohan! How are you today? I'm so glad you're here! Now we can have a lovely nice picnic on this nice lovely day!" She linked arms with the stunned half saiyan and pulled him over to a big elm tree. She set- up all the picnic stuff then sat down.
{This must be her happy cheerful mood. . . Happy cheerful mood?! Her?! No way. I've NEVER seen her cheerful. . . . unless something horrible happened to me. . . but that's besides the point!} Gohan thought.
"Would you like some cherry pie?" Piccolo was smiling eerily, a weird deranged freaky smile. . . .
"Sure. . ." Gohan said cautiously. The namekian handed the halfling a plate, Gohan took a bite out of it and almost immediately spit it out. "That was GROSS!!!"
"GROSS!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I SLAVE OVER A HOT OVEN ALL FREAKIN DAY LONG AND YOU CALL MY COOKING GROSS!!!!!! YOU'LL PAY DEARLY FOR THAT!!!" Piccolo screamed, then out of thin air a big ass machine gun/missile & grenade launcher/ tazar. She cackled evilly, a deranged cold laugh. "RUN ALL CREATURES!!! NOTHING IS SAFE IN MY WAKE!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!" Her clothes changed too, black leather pants, black tight shirt, black leather boots, black leather jacket, her hair tied back in a ponytail, and a leather hat set on her head.
"Oh gawd. . . please almighty lord help me. . . . ." Gohan ran as a deranged Piccolo charged at him missiles flying madly, bullets soaring wildly in all directions. The schizophrenic female namek destroyed everything setting everything on fire in a maddening uncontrolled rage. The halfling not being the suicidal type flew back to CC watching helplessly as the forest destroyed.
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Gohan landed in front of CC once again and trudge back into the basement where Vegeta had made the perfect concoction to counteract the affects of the love potion. Now the only problem was, how to get all of the student body to drink it.
"We could just go to all of their houses and force it down their throats." Vegeta suggested.
"Nah, it'd take way too long. Hey I know! Why don't we just distribute this to everyone at a party here at CC? They'd all drink it!" Gohan said thinking about the prospect of having a party.
"Here?! Are you suicidal!? Bulma would kill not only me but you as well!" The two men sat and thought for a long while.
"I have an idea, but you won't like it." The prince said, "You could go to school next Monday and tell everyone that if they drink the stuff you'd - "
"NO! No way, I'd die if I had to!" Gohan protested.
"Fine then. Let the whole student body crave you! Let them forever praise you and chase after you! Let them not give you any rest! After all if we don't give them this cure this year, there will be no way to reverse the effects of the potion until the 50 or 60 years are up!"
"FIFTY TO SIXTY YEARS?!?!?!? You said 5 - 6!!!" Gohan shouted incredulously.
Vegeta sighed, "50 - 6 - 60 - 5. What's the difference? You're still stuck with the effects of the potion no matter where you go."
The halfling sank back into his chair, "I have no choice do I?"
The saiyan prince shrugged, "You never had one in the first place."
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La de dum be dum ba doo.