Today is Friday...two days before I go back to school and Winter Break
ends.
I'm not sure whether to shudder or jump for joy. (Yes, I'm THAT bored)
Disclaimer: Um, I don't own DBZ, okay? LEAVE ME ALONE!
Chapter 6: A Change of Heart? Nah, someone went insane.
~A week after Goku's disapperance~
Vegeta sat on the couch, zoning out. There was something he was supposed to be doing if he remembered properly (which he didn't). Someone or something that was missing and in it's disappearance, making his life relaxing. Vegeta smiled.
Whatever it was could wait.
~Over at the Campground (where most Z members are)~
"I'm sunburned again!" Trunks whined, pulling off his shirt to reveal the dark, angry looking skin on his back.
Bulma sighed and frowned. "Didn't we already talk about this, Trunks? I told you SPECIFICALLY to apply sunscreen every hour after getting in the water."
"NO YOU DIDN'T!!!!" Trunks shrieked in accusation. "You said every FIVE hours."
Goten covered his ears and tucked his head against Gohan's chest. He wished Mr. Vegeta was here-things always seemed better and for some reason, QUIETER, with him around.
Chichi sighed and tried to be proactive about the situation. "Will some ice cream cool you down, Trunks?"
Trunks glared at her. "How old do I look-five?!" He snapped.
"TRUNKS!" Bulma cried, looking shocked at her son's rude behavior. "APOLOGIZE TO CHICHI AT ONCE!"
"NO WAY!" Trunks yelled, sticking out his tongue. "I WISH DAD WERE HERE, 'CUZ HE WOULDN'T BE SO MEAN TO ME!"
"HOW DARE YOU ACT AS IF YOUR FATHER IS A SAINT?!" Bulma screamed at Trunks.
The demi-sayijin scowled, didn't answer, and stormed into his tent.
He hated camping.
~3 hours later at the Brief's home~
There was a knock on the door.
Vegeta, (who had fallen asleep) stirred briefly before turning over and closing his eyes again.
The knock became more insistent and frantic. "Sir?" asked a strange voice. "Sir-a moment of your time, please."
'I'll give you a moment of my time,' Vegeta thought grumpily, as he stood and went to the door. "Who is it?!" He yelled.
"I'm down here, sir," A small, gnome-ish looking man said.
Vegeta stared.
Wasting no further time, the man cleared his throat and went straight to business. "I'm with the "Idiot Relocation Program" and we would like to inform you that we may have found your buffoon."
"What the hell are you babbling about?!" Vegeta demanded. "I KNOW NO IDIOTS!"
The man jumped and whimpered a little. "Please don't yell, sir. There's no cause for such alarm." The man produced a "Missing Idiot Sign" and handed it to Vegeta. "We have cause to believe you posted this notice up a few days ago."
"Why..that's Kakkarot," Vegeta, who was a couple hot dogs short of a weenie roast, said in open-mouthed awe.
"Yes, sir...quite an interesting name you gave him there. The idiot proclaimed such nonsense as his name was "Son Goku"-though missing idiots are rarely taken seriously."
Vegeta slowly caught up to what the odd man was saying. "So you found Kakkarot, right?"
The man smiled. "Yes, sir, indeed we have."
Vegeta was silent.
"You may pick him up whenever you wish, today or tomorrow morning. If he is not claimed by the stated days, he will be..." The man gulped. "Educated." He shuddered.
"Educate him then," Vegeta said, casting the flyer he'd made a week earlier, away.
The man blanched visibly. "Y-you really don't mean that sir, do you? If he is-" The man shuddered. "Educated, the consequences on his mental health could be dire!"
Vegeta seized the collar of the official, "What will the side-effects be, little man?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
Swallowing nervously, the "little man" dabbed his forehead with a small cloth. "The worst effect would be.."
"Yes?" Vegeta said, tightening his grip.
"THE WORST EFFECT WOULD BE INCREASED INTELLIGENCE!!!!" He let out in a high- pitched squeak.
Vegeta snorted and dropped him. "Is THAT all? I thought it was something serious!"
"But that's not all!" The short guy cried.
"What else is there than?" Vegeta asked with an arched eyebrow.
"He'll be taught by P-p-president Bush."
Vegeta was so mentally disturbed by those horrible words he went fetal for the rest of the week.
**bows head** Sorry it's so short, but I have homework that's in desperate need of finishing.
But to sate your appetites, here's a tidbit of "NEXT TIME!"
"Legislative Branch, edugimated kittens."
"KAKKAROT-SNAP OUT OF IT!"
"Yes, I would like to sleep with you. Do you mind a threesome?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Vegeta screamed, twitching madly. "BUSH IS A LEADER OF EVIL, EVIL!!!!!"
"Now don't be that way about it," The brainwashed Goku cooed. "The President's gonna rock your world, honey-he's gonna rock your world ALLLLLLLLL night long!"
Vegeta went into spasms.
And~THE APPEARANCE OF THE MYSTERIOUS PAN!!!!!! (a reviewer of mine)
TOODLES!!!!
~Kayfig ^_~
I'm not sure whether to shudder or jump for joy. (Yes, I'm THAT bored)
Disclaimer: Um, I don't own DBZ, okay? LEAVE ME ALONE!
Chapter 6: A Change of Heart? Nah, someone went insane.
~A week after Goku's disapperance~
Vegeta sat on the couch, zoning out. There was something he was supposed to be doing if he remembered properly (which he didn't). Someone or something that was missing and in it's disappearance, making his life relaxing. Vegeta smiled.
Whatever it was could wait.
~Over at the Campground (where most Z members are)~
"I'm sunburned again!" Trunks whined, pulling off his shirt to reveal the dark, angry looking skin on his back.
Bulma sighed and frowned. "Didn't we already talk about this, Trunks? I told you SPECIFICALLY to apply sunscreen every hour after getting in the water."
"NO YOU DIDN'T!!!!" Trunks shrieked in accusation. "You said every FIVE hours."
Goten covered his ears and tucked his head against Gohan's chest. He wished Mr. Vegeta was here-things always seemed better and for some reason, QUIETER, with him around.
Chichi sighed and tried to be proactive about the situation. "Will some ice cream cool you down, Trunks?"
Trunks glared at her. "How old do I look-five?!" He snapped.
"TRUNKS!" Bulma cried, looking shocked at her son's rude behavior. "APOLOGIZE TO CHICHI AT ONCE!"
"NO WAY!" Trunks yelled, sticking out his tongue. "I WISH DAD WERE HERE, 'CUZ HE WOULDN'T BE SO MEAN TO ME!"
"HOW DARE YOU ACT AS IF YOUR FATHER IS A SAINT?!" Bulma screamed at Trunks.
The demi-sayijin scowled, didn't answer, and stormed into his tent.
He hated camping.
~3 hours later at the Brief's home~
There was a knock on the door.
Vegeta, (who had fallen asleep) stirred briefly before turning over and closing his eyes again.
The knock became more insistent and frantic. "Sir?" asked a strange voice. "Sir-a moment of your time, please."
'I'll give you a moment of my time,' Vegeta thought grumpily, as he stood and went to the door. "Who is it?!" He yelled.
"I'm down here, sir," A small, gnome-ish looking man said.
Vegeta stared.
Wasting no further time, the man cleared his throat and went straight to business. "I'm with the "Idiot Relocation Program" and we would like to inform you that we may have found your buffoon."
"What the hell are you babbling about?!" Vegeta demanded. "I KNOW NO IDIOTS!"
The man jumped and whimpered a little. "Please don't yell, sir. There's no cause for such alarm." The man produced a "Missing Idiot Sign" and handed it to Vegeta. "We have cause to believe you posted this notice up a few days ago."
"Why..that's Kakkarot," Vegeta, who was a couple hot dogs short of a weenie roast, said in open-mouthed awe.
"Yes, sir...quite an interesting name you gave him there. The idiot proclaimed such nonsense as his name was "Son Goku"-though missing idiots are rarely taken seriously."
Vegeta slowly caught up to what the odd man was saying. "So you found Kakkarot, right?"
The man smiled. "Yes, sir, indeed we have."
Vegeta was silent.
"You may pick him up whenever you wish, today or tomorrow morning. If he is not claimed by the stated days, he will be..." The man gulped. "Educated." He shuddered.
"Educate him then," Vegeta said, casting the flyer he'd made a week earlier, away.
The man blanched visibly. "Y-you really don't mean that sir, do you? If he is-" The man shuddered. "Educated, the consequences on his mental health could be dire!"
Vegeta seized the collar of the official, "What will the side-effects be, little man?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
Swallowing nervously, the "little man" dabbed his forehead with a small cloth. "The worst effect would be.."
"Yes?" Vegeta said, tightening his grip.
"THE WORST EFFECT WOULD BE INCREASED INTELLIGENCE!!!!" He let out in a high- pitched squeak.
Vegeta snorted and dropped him. "Is THAT all? I thought it was something serious!"
"But that's not all!" The short guy cried.
"What else is there than?" Vegeta asked with an arched eyebrow.
"He'll be taught by P-p-president Bush."
Vegeta was so mentally disturbed by those horrible words he went fetal for the rest of the week.
**bows head** Sorry it's so short, but I have homework that's in desperate need of finishing.
But to sate your appetites, here's a tidbit of "NEXT TIME!"
"Legislative Branch, edugimated kittens."
"KAKKAROT-SNAP OUT OF IT!"
"Yes, I would like to sleep with you. Do you mind a threesome?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Vegeta screamed, twitching madly. "BUSH IS A LEADER OF EVIL, EVIL!!!!!"
"Now don't be that way about it," The brainwashed Goku cooed. "The President's gonna rock your world, honey-he's gonna rock your world ALLLLLLLLL night long!"
Vegeta went into spasms.
And~THE APPEARANCE OF THE MYSTERIOUS PAN!!!!!! (a reviewer of mine)
TOODLES!!!!
~Kayfig ^_~