Disclaimer: I owe you four cute disclaimers… Signed Chibi Tenshi Senchi
Paring: Some Chichi and Goku
Warnings: Well… none really except for the fact that this chapter involves
the betting up of big hairy smelly men.
Summary: Goku and Chichi come to an agreement with Yamcha and Puar. We hear
the last of Vegeta. The group sets off. Bulma plays around, and discovers something else about her abilities and the… Dragon Balls are stolen.
Hey I'm back again. YES! Well I want to let you guys know that I am going to
try to type much faster and to make the chapters a little longer. I really
want to get past the Pilaf Saga and move on to the training and the Tenkaichi
Budokai. And then I have to get started on the Red Ribbon Saga and The
Piccolo Saga. *groans* THEN after that… I will move on to Dragon Ball Z. I
might do one DB movie, but I don't think so… only if you guys want me to!
It's a good thing that I'm having LOTS of fun with this and by giving me
reviews it make me want to type MORE. SO REVIEW! Please…
Note: I was thinking that you guys might want to know how many Dragon Balls
they have.
Bulma has: 5
Goku has: 1
Total: 6
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"HA! You're following them, aren't you? Admit it," Chichi demanded as the grin on her face widened enough to startle Goku. She was scaring him.
Yamcha turned to Puar with a look of betrayal. "How could you give us away?"
"It really wasn't my fault," whined Puar. "I don't know how they found me!"
Chichi laughed once again. "How? You wanna know how?" She grabbed Goku by
the arm, and pulled him close to her. "This is how. He sniffed his way here."
She laughed.
"Chichi…" Goku trailed.
"Yes?"
"You're hurting my arm," he gasped.
"Oops." She released him with a grin, but turned her attention back to Yamcha
and Puar as they tried to sneak off. "Hey! Don't you dare go anywhere! I
want to know why you're following us. After we get outta this place first."
She mumbled as the horrific smell slapped her in the face a few times. "REALLY! I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU GUYS HANDLE THIS," she screeched to mostly male occupants. They all glared before one spoke up.
"If you don't like it, just get the hell out! I don't have time to listen to
your bratty mouth," he groaned.
Chichi's eyes narrowed as she glowered at the rude man. But, she was surprised when Goku stood up for her.
"That was mean! Tell her sorry or else!" Numerous laughs echoed throughout the bar at the young boy's words. Chichi couldn't help but blush. {Goku is standing up for me. Aww!}
The *huge* man stood, walking towards Goku. He was kind enough to bend down to the boy's eye level. "Sorry kid but I refuse to say sorry. Now… What are you
going to do about it." There was silence before the man received one quick
punch to the face, causing him to fly to the other side of the room. Everyone gasped, including Chichi. A shocked look crossed Chichi's face as she looked at the small Goku.
"Wow… Nice punch." Chichi grinned.
Yamcha felt Puar maneuver herself all the way behind him. He could tell this
would be bad. There were other men standing up whom he assumed to be the
big guy's friend. Should he help? Then again, why did he have to choose this
bar? Oh, yeah. He grumbled as it came mind. There weren't really any girls in this place, so he figured that he wouldn't have to worry about them.
"Err… Goku… I think you have a problem," Chichi muttered, but was surprised to she the excited look on his face. "Goku?"
"This is fun," he screamed. Chichi gasped. She moved away from him and ran
to a nearby table. He thought it was fun, right? Well, she'd let him do the
fighting. It wasn't like he couldn't handle it.
~*Later*~
Chichi groaned as she kneed a man in the groin, and backslapped another. It
had escalated to an all out war within only five minutes. Men who had nothing to
do with Goku or her were fighting each other, and the few women that had been
customers previously had run out. Chichi couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't followed their lead.
She hadn't been able to stay under the table for too long because Goku managed
to throw his second victim right where she was hiding. She would have slapped
him, but he had already gotten that treatment by another guy, which was now being tossed through the plate glass window.
"AH HA!" She jumped in shock; her guard had dropped in that fraction of time, allowing one of the big ugly men to sneak up on her. Just when she turned around to throw her attack, Yamcha, out of all people in the world, slammed the guy to the floor. They stared each other down for a brief moment before Chichi screamed over the deafening racket saying, "I still don't trust you!" He rolled his eyes and went back to his own dilemma.
Goku growled low in his throat. He was having fun, but with all the looks
Chichi was shooting at him he didn't think she was having too much fun. Once
she reached him, she slapped him on the back of his head.
"GOKU! STOP THIS AT ONCE," she screeched.
"Ugh… Okay… Umm…" He paused. How would he stop this? Oh, yes! He pulled his
hands back and Chichi watched, confused.
"Ka…Me"
Chichi gasped when she realized what he was doing.
"Ha"
Puar jumped into Yamcha arms at the same time.
"Me…"
"GOKU! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
"HAAAAA!!!!!!"
And with that, a large blast of energy struck the edge of the bar. Chichi
pivoted in one quick movement, and hid behind Goku right before a brilliant flash overtook everything.
~*~
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU," she screamed. "I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED! WHAT WOULD
YOU HAVE DONE THEN?"
Goku cringed. "Gomen! I wasn't thinking really. Gomen ne!"
"Wasn't thinking?" She stated in disbelief as she stared around at the
damage he had done. The bar was gone, but it seemed that most of the people
inside were still alive. Twitching… but still alive. Yamcha was just
standing up with Puar in his arms. The poor cat was shaking.
"Oh. Hey! Are you two all right?" questioned Goku.
"Eh… Yea…"
Suddenly Goku groaned, covering his ears.
"Goku what's wrong?" Seconds later, police sirens were heard. Yamcha blinked.
"THAT'S BAD!" Yamcha yelled.
"What's bad?" asked Chichi, while trying to not pay too much attention to the obviously pained Goku.
"Police!" Yamcha panicked. Chichi blinked as it set in.
"WE'VE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!" she screeched, grabbing Goku by the arm. "Come on!"
~*~
He couldn't make the decision. She bewildered him too much! The Saiyan
Prince had the urge to slam his foot on the floor of his ship, and destroy something. Never one to suppress his urges, he did just that, the sudden sound of metal snapping reverberating throughout the ship.
"Prince Vegeta," came a feminine-like robot voice, "please don't do that. If
you hit too hard you will destroy the ships…-"
"Shut UP!" he snarled. The computer grew quiet.
Vegeta drew back into his previous confrontations. He couldn't believe he was
actually thinking about this, wasting his time in such insignificant matters. Normally, he'd kill first ask later. But now he'd been reduced to babysitting helpless little wimps. Or so he chose to call it. In fact, before he went to give the girl back the Dragon Balls, his every intent had been to blow the planet up. After all, that was the original plan. He wasn't even supposed to set foot on the land. Just destroy it and leave.
But no… she just had to do that… that… weird little human thing and screw up
his thoughts.
"Prince Vegeta." The feminine voice spoke once more. Vegeta growled.
"Didn't I just tell you to shut up?"
"Yes your highness, but Master Furiza wishes to talk to you." Vegeta groaned.
"Furiza."
"Should I put him on the screen?" There was a deep silence.
"No."
"What?"
"You heard me, you foolish machine, I said no. As a matter of fact, turn off all
transmissions, and prepare to put me into sleep mode."
"But Prince Vegeta, my data shows that you have not completed your mission,
and you do know that Master Furiza will be angry if you do not respond. He
knows that you reside in here."
"Tell me… when did a damn machine get so smart!" He snarled, but didn't allow
it to answer. Instead, he continued, "just do as I say and clear out all your
data."
"What?"
"DO IT!"
"Yes my Prince, please prepare to go into sleep mode in thirty seconds. Would
you like for me to count down?"
"No." Vegeta grumbled a few curses under his breath. Stupid machine. He
smirked. "I wonder how mad Furiza is right now." He knew he was going to get
his ass kicked when he got back, but he shrugged that off. Oh well. He was. after all, used to being beat. He couldn't help but wonder if he should tell Nappa and Radditz about the Dragon Balls or Kakkarot. No… That wouldn't be a good idea. They shouldn't know, the two were just idiots.
"Sleep mode in 10 seconds." Removing the scouter from his over his eye, Vegeta leaned back in preparation to sleep.
His last thoughts were that he'd be back… to get his wish.
(Cts: Sorry guys, but he has to go! *cries*)
~*~
"Goku, please stop complaining!" ordered Chichi. "I haven't had any sleep
either!" He glared at her, and suddenly sniffed.
"I'm so hungry… and I'm sleepy and I'm going to die." He whimpered. She rolled
her eyes.
"Sorry to inform you, but I don't have any money." She glowered at Yamcha who
was walking beside them. "What about you? You say you want to help us out, and that you're our friends." She growled. "Do you have some money?"
"Uh… no. I spent it all earlier." He blushed.
"Great! Some help you are. Kami… Geez."
"Does anybody know what time it is?" asked Chichi, as she looked towards the
sunrise. Goku glared up.
"It's about 5:36," he said. Chichi looked at him in shock.
"You can tell time?" Goku looked hurt.
"Yea. My Grandpa did teach me some stuff," he muttered.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings; I just didn't think you… umm…
were the type of person to…umm… forget it." She gave up.
"Well you guys do know that I have a car and a few more capsules, but I think
it will be better if we start out on the road early. It will make the hunt shorter."
"HEY! YOU BE QUIET!" screamed Chichi. "You're not the leader! Goku is!" Yamcha
was about to open his mouth to argue his point, but Puar hit his arm. "So
what should we do Goku?"
"Uh… go to the hotel… get Bulma… eat food... sleep." She blinked.
"Okay… where is the hotel?"
"That way," directed Goku. "Let's go, and don't trip over the half dead
people." Chichi glanced around. He was right about that. Since the party had
pretty much ended, there were men and women lying around in various states.
"Man, the city is such a violent place."
~*~
~*Ten Minutes Later*~
She was having a such nice dream. Married to a Prince with dark flaming hair, she had kids and lived happily ever after. But, not before eating plenty of strawberries and ice cream.
BANG!
She flew up from her bed, startled. The dragon balls were still in her arms. Bulma looked around in terror and surprise. What was that noise? She groaned as the sunlight struck her face. She placed the balls on the bed and stood up.
Another bang echoed through her hotel room, followed by ear-piercing screams. She arched an eyebrow and strolled over to the door listening. It sounded like… another girl screaming at someone? She opened the door, and her suspicion was proven correct. There stood Chichi, yelling at Goku about hitting the door too hard. Behind them stood Yamcha and…was it Puar? Wait a sec.. YAMCHA! PUAR! ... CHICHI!
"Uh… hi… guys… Chichi." She blinked.
"Oh. Hi!" Chichi squealed. "Sorry about that."
"Umm… no offence, but what are you doing here? Same with those two." She
pointed towards Yamcha, who blushed rapidly.
"Oh! Well I'm here cause Roshi tricked me!" Chichi watched the look of
confusion surface on Bulma's face. "And I'll explain the rest later."
"Okay, and you two," Yamcha's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he seemed
to be choking on his own saliva, "Okay then. You can tell me later too." She
rolled her eyes. "Goku… you don't look so well," Bulma mumbled while eyeing her
little friend.
"I… I… food." And with those few words, he fell backward while Chichi rushed
to grab a hold of his head, missing it by an inch.
"I have a nice amount of money… if you like, I can get you some food," she
said, referring to Goku who was visibly twitching. "Right… let me go get the Dragon Balls right quick…"
At those words, Goku jumped up, nearly knocking Chichi down in the process. "DRAGON BALLS?" he questioned. Bulma grinned.
"I'll explain on the way."
~*~
Bulma sat in the backseat of the car, blowing two strings of loose hair
that insisted on placing themselves in between her eyes. She couldn't believe that they had forgotten about Oolong. Goku left to go and retrieve him, while the other four waited patiently. Well… Chichi, after explaining her whole story of why she was here, fell asleep using Puar as a pillow. And, the twitching presence in the front seat was Yamcha. Bulma took note that every few seconds he would glance into the rear view mirror at her. But once he saw she had seen him, he'd gag and put his head down. She shook the thought off, and looked towards the sky.
{There was a small chance that he'd come back, right? I mean, he really wanted
his wish… ACK! I need to stop thinking about that.} She groaned. {I was even
having dreams about marrying the guy.}
Bulma jumped slightly when Chichi kicked her and turned over, releasing the
poor cat that had been caught in her stranglehold. Puar flew to Yamcha and hugged him, screaming about how he didn't save her. At that time, Bulma suddenly glanced at her hands, raising an eyebrow. She couldn't help but wonder why it was that when she touched Vegeta, nothing happened. However, when she touched that one man, she felt like she had ripped part of him away to help her own body. Just to help herself. The blue haired genius smirked and reached forward, grabbing Yamcha's shoulder. She smiled when her hypothesis was proven correct. No pull. No nothing. Well… there was a scream that erupted from Yamcha's mouth when he discovered *she* had her hand on him.
His screams caused Chichi to make a mighty leap from her seat as she also screamed, "WHAT IS THE BIG IDEA! I WAS ASLEEP, YOU IDIOT!" Yamcha flinched and drew back. Crazy girls. All of them were completely, totally insane.
"I'M BACK!" hollered Goku; while behind him Oolong continued to yawn.
"Hi Goku," mumbled Chichi. As she looked from left to right, she mused, "I don't know how you expect to fit everyone in here." Bulma at that time had finished her cursory examination of her hand, and looked up as well.
Goku looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well… I think we can have Oolong
drive… Yamcha can sit in the backseat between you and Bulma and umm… I'll
sit in the front."
Everyone seemed to agree but Yamcha. He was shaking and taking numerous
glimpses back at Bulma. He couldn't sit next to her! As he forced his eyes away from Bulma, his gaze fell upon Chichi. The utter reality of it all hit him like a ton of rocks.
He was going to die today.
~*~
The trip had been remarkably quiet for the past fifteen minutes. Goku, trying to ask Bulma how she had gotten the Dragon Balls back was met with sharp looks, but no answer. And to make matters worse, Chichi had questioned Goku about someone that was missing, and that annoyed Bulma even more. When Goku turned around and explained to Chichi everything that had happed, Bulma just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Everyone was talking about Vegeta. She didn't even want to think about that man right now.
Chichi gave another look of shock as she glanced back at Bulma. "Wow. Are you okay? I mean, you don't have any bruises or anything?"
Bulma looked away and answered, "No I don't." {At least, not anymore.}
"Let me guess. You don't want to talk about it."
"Nope."
"Kay, I'll leave you alone then. But don't mind me, cause I'm going to sleep."
"So how are you?" Bulma asked, glancing at Yamcha. His eyes grew wide, and he
fought to speak, but nothing came out. "Okay then. I'll come back later."
After a few minutes, the car had fallen into silence. Chichi was out cold,
Goku had joined her, and Puar had done the same on Yamcha's lap. Yamcha, however, still sat between Bulma and Chichi, and was still a light shade of red.
"Hey Bulma? Am I still going the right way?" questioned Oolong. She whipped out her Dragon Radar, pressing the top button three times in rapid sucession.
"Yep. Keep going straight. We'll be there in a little while."
"Is every one asleep back there too?" he snorted.
"Nope. Yamcha here is awake, although he's not saying much."
"Oh… umm… what happened to err… Vegeta? He wasn't planning on coming was he? Or is he following us right now?" Oolong asked quickly.
"Oolong… I'm going to say this now, so listen closely. 'If you EVER mention that name again I'll kill you.'" Oolong paled.
"Uh… right… okay."
~*~
Shu was running up the stairs. The pace at which he was taking the stairs indicated that he was in a hurry. Inside the castle, a little blue man known as Pilaf was yelling at Mai to finish up his Dragon Ball Detector. Mai shot the little man a look before saying, "I'm going as fast as I can sir!"
"When I count to ten, you had better be done or else!" Pilaf began to count, and reached six before Mai distracted him. "Sir, What would you like for lunch today?"
Pilaf laughed and began to ramble about what his main course would be, but in
the process he lost count and began again. Mai gasped as he spoke faster than before.
"Ah, Sir do you remember that pretty girl at the market with large breasts?"
Pilaf turned over three shade of red as Shu burst in.
"Have you found the other six Dragon Balls?"
Shu coughed. "Well, sir my afternoons are my nap time so I…"
"YOU IDIOT!"
This last interruption gave Mai just enough time, and she exclaimed that she had
finished with her device. There was a flash of light as she calculated the location of the Dragon Balls.
"South five east North six steps…" Shu followed her directions diligently, and ended up at a table with a box on it.
"HERE IT IS!" he exclaimed.
"That's my Dragon Ball you MORON!" Pilaf screamed. "Mai, locate that monkey boy!"
"We're all ready doing that sir. I've sent a robotic spy bird out already."
~*~
In the car, Bulma and Oolong were fighting with each other once again He insisted on starting a conversation with her, and this is where it got them!
"Come on Bulma! I don't believe you! We are risking ourselves for these Dragon
Balls and you don't even know what you're going to wish for?"
"Don't yell at me about it. I did know what it was going to be, but I don't want that wish anymore!" The fighting was ceased when two missiles hit the side of the car, throwing every one out and decimating the car. While they struggled to stand, a robot jumped down searching the car. Once it found the Dragon Balls, it quickly hopped away.
Everyone stood around stunned before Chichi looked over to Goku and screamed, "CAN'T I GET ANY SLEEP AROUND HERE!"
"I was trying to sleep too!" whined Goku.
"… ACK! OUR DRAGON BALLS!" Bulma screeched. "Goku, why are you just standing
there!" She glared at the boy who was just now commenting on what a strange
thief that had been. "Go and get the Dragon balls!"
"Umm… Okay. Flying Nimbus!" he yelled. Moments later, his loveable cloud popped on the scene, and took him away.
"I don't like this trip," Chichi grumbled under her breath as she watched Goku fly off. She only wanted two things. Two simple, little things. To get a little sleep, and to beat the crap out of Roshi. What more could she ask for? "Bulma?"
"Huh?"
"Who were they?"
"I have no idea," Bulma replied. "But, I have a question for you. How did you
and Goku meet up with Yamcha? Now that I think about it, we left them a LONG
time ago."
Chichi grinned and shot a few dirty looks over to Yamcha and his cat, who were intently watching them. "They were following you. I think they're bad, but they
say they're on our side." Dropping her voice and leaning in, Chichi whispered, "I don't believe them."
Bulma wasn't allowed a chance to respond, because Goku jumped down from on top of Nimbus. He grinned and waved. "Hello, I'm back."
"Yeah… and where are the Dragon balls?" Bulma questioned. She had an eerie feeling he didn't have them.
"Oh. I couldn't get the Dragon Balls, but I did kill the monster!" He laughed. "It was a weird one, too. I'm telling you it didn't have any ears!"
"GOKU!" she screeched.
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*blink* Okay. I'll stop begging now. And one more thing… I hope you
understand Bulma's power a little bit more. I knew some of you would be
confused, but the only one who really gets it is my best friend Asiya Briffs.
Lol. I explained the whole fic to her back in chapter 1!
Also just to let you guys know, I plan on starting the training (At Roshi's)
by chapter 12.
On the next Episode of Dragon Ball (The Real Saga): Can you say moon and
monkey five times??? *grins*
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you and Kei enjoyed the bar fight! *laughs*
Da Bomb: You're confused? :) Well I hope this cleared up some of it! I'm
happy you like this thou!!!
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