Disclaimer: Mark, the slow hobag, is not lucky enough to own DBZ. When it comes down to it, I don't either.
A/N: In case you hadn't figured it out, this isn't Mark writing. Well he wrote the chapter, but I'm typing it because he is too much of lazy hobag to do it himself for at least a few more weeks. So in favor of expediancy, you have me here. Now... can I get a "What-What!" in your reviews if you think that he needs to update more often. I'm serious. Let's recap here. Mark wrote the story and I'm just here to correct the grammatical errors. Okay! Now on with the show!
Sparrow's 2nd A/N: ~......~ = telepathic communication
...... = thought
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Chapter 7
~VEGETA!~
~WHAT ONNA!~
~YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!!~
~ What'd I do?~ This is the first time Vegeta realized, that the Onna was pissed at him when he hadn't done anything. After all, there he was, standing patiently in line at McD's, (can you imagine this! LOL!) not killing anyone for their stupidity or for not making way for him! The prince of all Saiyans! On top of all that he hadn't even complained about having to take the kids out to eat. Well... not really. (Broken window. LOL!)
~ You were supposed to be watching Trunks, you idiot!~
~I am! As we speak, I'm standing in line at McD's. Trunks is standing just behind me, anxiously awaiting his hundred cheeseburgers! Not to mention! The FACT THAT I HAVEN'T CUT, KILLED ANYONE, OR BLOWN ANYTHING UP!~ His mental voice escalated from a whisper to an angry yell.
~Whoops...~ Bulma thought.
~What!~ Vegeta demanded, not noticing that he was now first in line.
~You were trying so hard to be good for me, that you didn't even notice when Trunks ran off.~ Bulma returned with a smile.
~But he was just...~ Vegeta thought with a grimace as he turned to look behind him, still ignoring the cashier who was desperately trying to take his order as the others in the line were beginning to get angry for the slowdown.
"Sir..." the cashier wailed, "please give me your order..."
~Ahh... Well, come and pick him up Vegeta. I've got to see what's wrong with Gohan.~
~Where is he?~
~Outside the police station, pantsing the officers. By the way...~
~Yes...Onna~
~You're still sleeping on the couch for a week.~
"Damn..." Vegeta grunted as he blasted through the roof of the McD's, leaving the cashier speechless and the customers dumbstruck.
That BRAT is sure going to get it! Thought Vegeta as he zeroed in on his son's ki.
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HEHEHE "C'mon you lazy hobags! Catch me!" Yelled Trunks, who was beginning to get bored as all the police officers paused, trying to catch their breath. Their red puffing faces clearly showed that after a year of letting Videl do all the work, they were all out of shape.
"Oh.... C'mon! Don't give up now!" whined Trunks as he stopped running, the chase evidently over as most of the police officers were doubled over, breathing heavily.
Trunks jumped however, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Out of nervous response, he quickly turned, pantsed whoever it was, and began to run off with his steal. Unfortunately, he didn't notice that his catch was the lower half of a blue pair of spandex that looked frighteningly familiar. He didn't stop until he felt a familiar someone power up.
Trunks took a second to look back and scream.
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Inside the cell, Gohan surprised Videl, who was still trying to give him a back massage, by turning to stare intently at a wall. Funny thing was, that his eyes were moving quickly, as if tracking a fast moving object...
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This is not fun. thought Trunks as he ran around being chased by Vegeta, who was incidently throwing ki balls with disturbing accuracy. "This isn't fair! I can't even fly well yet!" he yelled as he continued dodging.
"Stand still BRAT!" cursed Vegeta as he powered up to SS1. "FINAL..."
"AAAAH!" Trunks screamed as he transformed out of sheer terror. The blast was strong enough to kill him. Trunks had just enough time to jump clear and cringe as he realized that although he managed to dodge his father's blast, the police station wouldn't be so lucky...
"FLASH!" Vegeta roared as the bluish attack flew towards his son's former location...
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Videl had given up on the massage and decided to try a different tactic. If this weird boy couldn't be comforted, then maybe, just maybe if he was put into the position of a protector, a comforter, he would snap out of it.
Slowly, Videl managed to crowd onto Gohan's lap, leaned her head on his shoulder, and opened up a can of worms she hadn't dared to even look at in years. She didn't want to sit there for hours, trying to cry over some silly issue. Instead she looked back into her past for her most painful memory and seized it. Within a few seconds Videl had begun to cry.