"Hey down there!" Gohan shouted. "Up here! Look at us!" Gohan, Pan and
Goten were all doing some wacky Saiyaman pose on the roof of their house.
Gohan's wife looked up from the ground and rolled her eyes at the antics of her husband, brother-in-law and daughter, "Make sure you call me when it's important next time. Like when you finally grow up!" she shouted back. The woman walked inside the house.
Pan stopped posing, "Mom thinks we look goofy and crazy." She informed her father and uncle.
Goten grinned, "Well I think this is fun! When big bro retires I'm gonna become his replacement!!!"
"Well I'm gonna be 'Zerv'. The dark super hero with an anonymous past and murky future! No one in the world would know about the dark corrupted childhood she grew up in. Her kind loving mother died while she was 9 because her bumbling drunkard of a father raped and beat her mother to death one night in a drunken rage - "
"HEY!" Gohan exclaimed in surprise and anger. "You know that never happened!!!!" he growled.
The small girl shrugged, "I'm only 6 and Zerv's mother died at 9 because of . . . well I already said. So there is still sometime to change. . . ."
"So basically you want me dead?" Piccolo said leaning onto the door that led to the roof. "Am I really that much of a bad mother?" she asked offhandedly.
Pan-Toinette gasped wide eyed. "NO!!!" the violet haired girl ran to her mother and hugged her knee (that's how tall Pan-Toinette was). "I love you mummy! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I don't want you to die!!!" she buried her head into her mother's soft skin and sobbing.
Piccolo smiled lightly through her bangs, "That's all right Panda-chan. I know you don't mean it." She picked her child up and patted her on the back.
"Daddy won't kill you in a drunken rage will he?!" Pan-Toinette asked through watery eyes. "Cause I don't want you to die and I don't wanna live with daddy if he did kill you!" she wailed. The girl turned white with fear - which was amazing considering the fact Pan was light emerald in colour.
Goten fell off the roof laughing hysterically while Gohan glared at his brother. The namek-woman scoffed, "Oh please! Your father's so sober that he's practically allergic to alcohol! Besides I'm more likely to kill your father in a drunken rage." She soothed.
"I don't think that's a very comforting thing to say to her." Gohan said dryly. But to his amazement his golden eyed child stopped crying.
"Oh okay. As long as you don't die then its okie-dokie with me!" Pan said with a smile. She hopped out of her mother's arms and ran to her room to play war with her GI Joe dolls.
Goten laughed harder and started choking on his own spit (it happens to me so it is possible). Goten's brother scowled he heaved his wife over his shoulder and went inside. "That isn't fair! She practically adores you!"
Piccolo grinned, "Ain't that the beauty of it all?" she said as he dumped her on the couch in front of the TV.
Gohan rolled his eyes, he sat down on the couch and pulled his wife up close to him. "No. That means in the future she'll hate me. I want a son." He growled.
His wife sighed, "Maybe later. But I want to watch Bolto II first." She grabbed the remote and turned the tube on.
"You want to watch a cartoon?!" Gohan exclaimed in bewilderment.
"Panda-chan got me hooked onto Disney Movies. PANDA!!! COME DOWN! BOLTO II IS ON!!!" Piccolo shouted from the couch.
"YAY!!!" Pan-Toinette shouted as she tumbled down the stairs. The energetic bundle jumped onto her mother's stomach ("Ugh! Panda-chan! Watch it next time." Piccolo grunted.) and settled down happily. "Wait be right back!" she zipped into the kitchen.
Gohan sighed, "I wish it were just you and me again." He whispered as he stroked his wife's hair.
"And have you around all the time? Ha! No way!" The namek-woman plopped onto his lap wrapped her arms around him, "If it were just you and me I wouldn't really appreciate all the times we have alone."
"I never thought of that." He said just as Pan zipped back with a TV Table Tray loaded with canned sodas, bowls of chips, popcorn and candy and a box of pizza. "Good call kiddo! The movie's starting."
The little girl climbed onto her mothers lap and smiled as the movie started.
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"A little more toad scale. And a pinch of fish hair ought to do it!" Vegeta said as he instructed his newest student in the art of sorcery.
She did as she was told. "Is that it?" Bra asked lifting up her oversized black hood.
"Yup now you have to think of someone you really hate." Trunks said.
Bra shut her eyes and thought for a minute or two before saying, "Milkoy Undercrook. He's the nastiest bully at school, I'd beat him up myself but mommy told me that conflict with the fist isn't the way to solve things."
Bulma nodded in approval at her daughter's wise words. "True, it's better to see them wither in pain WITHOUT them knowing it's your doing, than to see them wither in pain WITH them knowing it's your doing. That way they can't file a lawsuit." She glanced at her husband, "Now what?"
Vegeta smirked, "Now we chant. Trunks you start off." He said handing his son a wart of frog.
Trunks smirked back resembling his father in an eerie way. "Thanks the honors all mine." The demi-saiyan cleared his throat, "Milkoy Undercrook the Elementary thug, make him as ugly as a run-over pug, turn his face all warty and red, make him fat each time he is fed!!!" The boy threw in the wart and smoke billowed out of the cauldron. "Dad."
"Milkoy Undercrook the Elementary bully, make him slow-minded like sheep that are woolly, make him uglier than the ugliest sea bass, then super-size his ugly fat ass!!!" Vegeta threw in scale of sea bass and the cauldron bubbled, "Bulma."
"Milkoy Undercrook the Elementary meanie, turn his tongue into a small little beanie, make his hands webbed like a frog, and then give him the laugh of a hog!!!" Bulma threw in eyelash of pig. "Bra."
"Milkoy Undercrook the Elementary sh*t ("VEGETA!!!!" Bulma shrieked), make him loose all his wit, turn his hands all scaly and numb, then make him Incredibly DUMB!!!!" she shouted and threw in a lump of dried turkey poop, the cauldron bubbled over. Then it stopped and the water inside the pot was still once again.
"Did it work daddy?" Bra asked.
Vegeta shrugged, "Maybe yes maybe no. It's hard to tell with group chants, sometimes the spell takes up too much magic that can't be provided by the mages present. At any rate we'll just have to see the subtle yet gradual development of the spell. If none of the changes we suggested act on him within a week then the spell didn't work or something else is going on."
"Oh. Can we check in the cauldron pot if nothing happens?"
"Sure." he said and followed Bulma the basement stairs.
"Come on sis dinner time! Race you up stairs!" Trunks said with a grin.
Bra smiled then zoomed upstairs calling behind her, "Last one their is a bazookazooo!!!!"
Trunk followed allowing his sister to have the lead . . . . . . for awhile anyway. "First one there has to eat it!"
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THE END.
So. There it is. The end. No sequel. But there is a fic related to this one call 'Life's Like That'. Go check it out. The fic happens when Bulma from the DBZ universe (the one where everyone is regular) zaps Gohan and Piccolo from one universe and Vegeta and Goku from another.
Sayonara!
Gohan's wife looked up from the ground and rolled her eyes at the antics of her husband, brother-in-law and daughter, "Make sure you call me when it's important next time. Like when you finally grow up!" she shouted back. The woman walked inside the house.
Pan stopped posing, "Mom thinks we look goofy and crazy." She informed her father and uncle.
Goten grinned, "Well I think this is fun! When big bro retires I'm gonna become his replacement!!!"
"Well I'm gonna be 'Zerv'. The dark super hero with an anonymous past and murky future! No one in the world would know about the dark corrupted childhood she grew up in. Her kind loving mother died while she was 9 because her bumbling drunkard of a father raped and beat her mother to death one night in a drunken rage - "
"HEY!" Gohan exclaimed in surprise and anger. "You know that never happened!!!!" he growled.
The small girl shrugged, "I'm only 6 and Zerv's mother died at 9 because of . . . well I already said. So there is still sometime to change. . . ."
"So basically you want me dead?" Piccolo said leaning onto the door that led to the roof. "Am I really that much of a bad mother?" she asked offhandedly.
Pan-Toinette gasped wide eyed. "NO!!!" the violet haired girl ran to her mother and hugged her knee (that's how tall Pan-Toinette was). "I love you mummy! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I don't want you to die!!!" she buried her head into her mother's soft skin and sobbing.
Piccolo smiled lightly through her bangs, "That's all right Panda-chan. I know you don't mean it." She picked her child up and patted her on the back.
"Daddy won't kill you in a drunken rage will he?!" Pan-Toinette asked through watery eyes. "Cause I don't want you to die and I don't wanna live with daddy if he did kill you!" she wailed. The girl turned white with fear - which was amazing considering the fact Pan was light emerald in colour.
Goten fell off the roof laughing hysterically while Gohan glared at his brother. The namek-woman scoffed, "Oh please! Your father's so sober that he's practically allergic to alcohol! Besides I'm more likely to kill your father in a drunken rage." She soothed.
"I don't think that's a very comforting thing to say to her." Gohan said dryly. But to his amazement his golden eyed child stopped crying.
"Oh okay. As long as you don't die then its okie-dokie with me!" Pan said with a smile. She hopped out of her mother's arms and ran to her room to play war with her GI Joe dolls.
Goten laughed harder and started choking on his own spit (it happens to me so it is possible). Goten's brother scowled he heaved his wife over his shoulder and went inside. "That isn't fair! She practically adores you!"
Piccolo grinned, "Ain't that the beauty of it all?" she said as he dumped her on the couch in front of the TV.
Gohan rolled his eyes, he sat down on the couch and pulled his wife up close to him. "No. That means in the future she'll hate me. I want a son." He growled.
His wife sighed, "Maybe later. But I want to watch Bolto II first." She grabbed the remote and turned the tube on.
"You want to watch a cartoon?!" Gohan exclaimed in bewilderment.
"Panda-chan got me hooked onto Disney Movies. PANDA!!! COME DOWN! BOLTO II IS ON!!!" Piccolo shouted from the couch.
"YAY!!!" Pan-Toinette shouted as she tumbled down the stairs. The energetic bundle jumped onto her mother's stomach ("Ugh! Panda-chan! Watch it next time." Piccolo grunted.) and settled down happily. "Wait be right back!" she zipped into the kitchen.
Gohan sighed, "I wish it were just you and me again." He whispered as he stroked his wife's hair.
"And have you around all the time? Ha! No way!" The namek-woman plopped onto his lap wrapped her arms around him, "If it were just you and me I wouldn't really appreciate all the times we have alone."
"I never thought of that." He said just as Pan zipped back with a TV Table Tray loaded with canned sodas, bowls of chips, popcorn and candy and a box of pizza. "Good call kiddo! The movie's starting."
The little girl climbed onto her mothers lap and smiled as the movie started.
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"A little more toad scale. And a pinch of fish hair ought to do it!" Vegeta said as he instructed his newest student in the art of sorcery.
She did as she was told. "Is that it?" Bra asked lifting up her oversized black hood.
"Yup now you have to think of someone you really hate." Trunks said.
Bra shut her eyes and thought for a minute or two before saying, "Milkoy Undercrook. He's the nastiest bully at school, I'd beat him up myself but mommy told me that conflict with the fist isn't the way to solve things."
Bulma nodded in approval at her daughter's wise words. "True, it's better to see them wither in pain WITHOUT them knowing it's your doing, than to see them wither in pain WITH them knowing it's your doing. That way they can't file a lawsuit." She glanced at her husband, "Now what?"
Vegeta smirked, "Now we chant. Trunks you start off." He said handing his son a wart of frog.
Trunks smirked back resembling his father in an eerie way. "Thanks the honors all mine." The demi-saiyan cleared his throat, "Milkoy Undercrook the Elementary thug, make him as ugly as a run-over pug, turn his face all warty and red, make him fat each time he is fed!!!" The boy threw in the wart and smoke billowed out of the cauldron. "Dad."
"Milkoy Undercrook the Elementary bully, make him slow-minded like sheep that are woolly, make him uglier than the ugliest sea bass, then super-size his ugly fat ass!!!" Vegeta threw in scale of sea bass and the cauldron bubbled, "Bulma."
"Milkoy Undercrook the Elementary meanie, turn his tongue into a small little beanie, make his hands webbed like a frog, and then give him the laugh of a hog!!!" Bulma threw in eyelash of pig. "Bra."
"Milkoy Undercrook the Elementary sh*t ("VEGETA!!!!" Bulma shrieked), make him loose all his wit, turn his hands all scaly and numb, then make him Incredibly DUMB!!!!" she shouted and threw in a lump of dried turkey poop, the cauldron bubbled over. Then it stopped and the water inside the pot was still once again.
"Did it work daddy?" Bra asked.
Vegeta shrugged, "Maybe yes maybe no. It's hard to tell with group chants, sometimes the spell takes up too much magic that can't be provided by the mages present. At any rate we'll just have to see the subtle yet gradual development of the spell. If none of the changes we suggested act on him within a week then the spell didn't work or something else is going on."
"Oh. Can we check in the cauldron pot if nothing happens?"
"Sure." he said and followed Bulma the basement stairs.
"Come on sis dinner time! Race you up stairs!" Trunks said with a grin.
Bra smiled then zoomed upstairs calling behind her, "Last one their is a bazookazooo!!!!"
Trunk followed allowing his sister to have the lead . . . . . . for awhile anyway. "First one there has to eat it!"
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THE END.
So. There it is. The end. No sequel. But there is a fic related to this one call 'Life's Like That'. Go check it out. The fic happens when Bulma from the DBZ universe (the one where everyone is regular) zaps Gohan and Piccolo from one universe and Vegeta and Goku from another.
Sayonara!