A/N: Hey I'm back! Hee hee, sorry bout my lateness but I've been having
second thoughts on this story. I feel like doing a P/T or S/S story but I
have to many so far, so I'm still debating on weather I should delete this
one and start a new one or just continue. Dunno. I am accepting everyone's
opinion so feel free to leave a review and tell me what ya think! And also
I want to thank all you beautiful people who reviewed my story, THANKS!
WARNING: Strong language in this chapter, lots of cursing, so don't say I didn't warn ya'll.
Disclaimer: Umm what is there to say..Nope I don't own neither of the shows or the characters so don't sue.
The Real World: DBZ style
Chapter 2- A trip to New York
Three weeks and a half later-
"Yes! I know, you don't have to remind me old man. Your damn money will be at your damn office tomorrow" Yelled a very frustrated Vegeta. He had been talking with the owner of his apartment for almost ten minutes, which was beginning to annoy him since all he talked about was how late his payment was.
Vegeta slammed the receiver fiercely back on its place. ' Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck everything is going wrong. If I don't pay him soon he'll kick me out I'm sure, I'm screwed! Oh wait. Maybe I can scare him a little and make him wait a couple of more days' Vegeta thought wickedly. He grabbed his jacket, heading for the door but stopped as the phone rang, groaning he quickly ran to get it before he missed the call.
"Who the fuck is it" he asked impolitely. On the other line there was a gasp and a giggle but the person finally spoke up.
"I need to speak with Mr. Sei"
"Uh-hu this is he what do you want" he asked aggressively.
"Oh hello Mr. Sei, I'm calling from MTV's show Road Rules, I believe you have applied to be a contestant? " The lady asked just to make sure she had the right guy.
"Yea I did" Vegeta answered coolly, though he was really exploding with exciment inside.
"Well Congratulations Mr. Sei, you've been chosen. Their will be a letter by mail in a couple days, I believe by tomorrow that will explain exactly what you have to do"
Vegeta smirked and slammed the receiver down for the second time that hour. ' Perfect, now that, that is done all that is left is explaining the damn teachers why I would be gone for so long' (A/N: Ok so I don't know how things work in colleges, either if you can just be absent and then make it up or whatever or you could just be absent and fail)
****
Meanwhile Goku was packing his stuff ready to move out, where? He didn't even know that answer. Goku had a small amount of money saved up, so with that money he was going to move to a motel, since he didn't have enough for a hotel.
"Goku, don't be so stubborn and just take some money" Bardock said while trying to slip a white envelope in his son's jacket.
"Dad there is no need, I can manage on my own, like you said"
"But son your going to need it" Bardock insisted
"Father I WILL BE OK" Goku yelled annoyed. Bardock glared at Goku and left, leaving the white envelope on his bed.
'Damn first he kicks me out and then he acts like as if he wants to help me. I just don't understand him.' Goku thought but was interrupted by a ringing noise.
"Son Resident" Goku heard a voice say. " Uh-hu he lives here, umm sure hold one moment" Bardock looked at the phone weirdly and then at Goku. Goku noticed this and took the phone.
"Hello"
"Hi is this Goku Son?" The woman in the other line asked.
" Yea this is he" He answered quickly
"Mr. Son I'm calling fro MTV's show Road Rule, I have written down here that you have signed in to be one of our contestants?" The woman asked once again
Goku nodded eagerly. He mentally slapped himself for his stupidity, and answered a yes.
"Well Mr. Son Congratulation you have been chosen. You will be receiving a letter shortly, maybe tomorrow, explaining what you will be doing. It is very important you get this letter because there will be airline tickets inside. The first guy rudely hanged up on me, didn't even get the chance to explain him everything" The lady spoke, the last part almost to herself but Goku heard anyways.
"What are the airline tickets for?" Goku asked excitedly
"Umm for an airplane" The woman answered stupidly
"I know that" Goku stated " Where is it supposed to take me" Goku continued obviously making his question a little easier for the woman to comprehend.
"Oh, silly me. The tickets are for New York" The woman answered embarrassed
Goku stood speechless; he was going to go to New York a city he had only seen in movies and pictures. Hell he was so excited he could've pissed on himself. The lady mumbled something and hanged up wishing him luck before she did so. Goku stood in the same position he was in before.
"Goku, son are you alright?" Bardock asked
*No answer*
"Goku?" he continued
*No response*
"GOKU!"
*No response*
Bardock grabbed the phone from his sons hand and placed it in his ear, he heard nothing. He was about to hang up the phone but had a better idea, he slammed it in Goku's head, making sure he would snap out of his day-dream but not cause him any intense damage. Goku yelled in pain and turned around to face his worried father.
"Oww dad that hurt" Goku whinned
"Goku you were standing there with your mouth open staring into space with our phone in your ear. What the hell was that all about?" Bardock asked
"Oh sorry dad, but I have to get some sleep for tomorrow cause I'm going to New York" Goku said coolly. Bardocks mouth hanged opened, he hadn't given his son so much money.
"Goku how are you going to go if you don't have the money?"
"Oh don't worry about it dad, don't worry about it" Goku said while taking off his jeans leaving him with his boxers and a white boy beater.
****
'Can life get any worse, first Greg dumps me, the nerve of that guy. And then it's father, gosh he is so mean! ME work, yea right in a million years.' Chichi thought furiously. ' And that old lady, ugh how dare she hit me with her fake Gucci bag. Eww and those nasty yellow shoes she had on, talk about NO style'
Chichi was walking towards her 'new' home. She looked at the brown tall building with disgust, the old building had been standing for over thirteen years and it was in a terrible condition. Chichi stepped in and waited in the reception, she hadn't checked her mail in a long time. A blonde girl suddenly appeared wearing a red shirt, 2 sizes bigger and yellow sweats, her hair was up in a messy ponytail exposing her pale face "Hi, how can I help you?" She asked politely.
Chichi looked at her and shook her head ' Ewww can't match she needs a serious make over'.
" Um yea, do I have any mail?" Chichi asked
"I need you room number"
"Oh, 13A" she answered
"Alright I'll go see" Chichi looked at the girl's retreating form and sucked her teeth. She hated this place so much, she missed her bed, her servants, her Jacuzzi, her pool even the stupid the dog. Chi chi's thought were interrupted by the girls 'excuse me'. Chichi rolled her eyes and received the pile of mail she had. Chichi mumbled thanks and headed back to her room.
"Junk, junk.. Mmm not junk, junk, useless, OH MY GOD" Chichi stopped dead in her tracks as she stopped in a particular letter than had her name writing in small bold letters. Chichi opened the letter and found airplane tickets and what seemed like instructions, the letter read:
Chichi Mau
Congratulation! You have been chosen as one of the contestants for MTV's show Road Rules, this letter will inform you of what will be necessary for you to bring. As you have seen, inside this envelope are airline tickets for New York, you will need to be at the airport in November, 16 2002. The flight will be at eight pm, no later than that. Nothing is necessary to bring other than a picture ID to identify yourself, after that the show has bought everything needed. We hope to see you there soon; you will be receiving further instructions later. Have a nice flight.
Sincerely Mario .K. Nelson
Chichi dropped the note she had a day and a half to get ready. 'Oh my god New York, New York here I come! Again'. Chichi was excited, she had been to New York only once but when she was little, when her father had taken her with him on a business trip, so she really didn't remember a lot about it.
"Ok, now I got to start packing, hmm what should I take?" Chichi piled all her clothes neatly on her big luggage. 'Oh wait they said not to bring anything, but damn what if they get me something fruity or worst of all something.....cheap.
**********
"Eighteen shut up, you're singing is hurting my ears" 17 yelled. I smiled as I continued my horrible singing; damn I was so happy I could even do the chicken dance, well not really. I was finally getting the hell out of this place, I'm going to New York.
"Oh dear brother, I am so happy, happy I am so" I yelled loudly going in circles
"Yeah, yeah you're going to New York big deal"
Smirking I threw a pillow at him; I knew he was jealous, shoot my whole family was. When I showed my family the tickets, my mother thought it was for her, she dance around the kitchen for five whole minutes before I popped her bubble. She went pale and gave me a lecture on how I was to young to fly on an airplane, young my ass.
"Stop hating" I said coolly
"Please, there's nothing to hate on" He hissed
"Uh-hu keep on telling yourself that"
I said while going up to my bedroom, locking the door. I needed a long nap.
*********
"Krillin guess what!" Yelled a very excited Marron
"What?" he asked dumfounded. Marron was starting to get on his nerves, for the past month or so they had been living together she had been nothing but a huge pain in the ass.
"Well MTV just called and WE are IN!!!" She jumped up and down while holding a white envelope on her hand, which Krillin quickly grabbed from her arms and read it:
Krillin and Marron ---------:
Congratulation! You have been chosen as two of the contestants for MTV's show Road Rules, this letter will inform both of what will be necessary for both to bring. As you have seen, inside this envelope are airline tickets for New York, both will need to be at the airport in November, 16 2002. The flight will be at eight pm, no later than that. Nothing is necessary to bring other than a picture ID to identify yourself, after that the show has bought everything needed. We hope to see both there soon; you will be receiving further instructions later. Have a nice flight.
Sincerely Mario .K. Nelson
Krillin rolled his eyes; he didn't see the point of going there in the first place. Marron continued to jump up and down like a five year.
"Oh Krilly you know what this means, you'll finally be able to afford a REAL engagement ring" Marron said emphasizing the word real, Krillin looked confused. 'Who the hell told her I was going to even ask her to marry me?' Krillin thought.
Marron noticed his confusedness and added "You know! When you propose to me you HAVE to give a twenty six carrot diamond ring" She giggled.
"Twenty six; what do I look like? A bank" I screamed. The woman was delusional!
"Krilly I know your not a bank, you'll be able to get me the ring after we win the Road Rule contest, or whatever" Krillin shook his head, what made her so sure she was going to win.
Krillin looked at her and left, heading for his room, he couldn't stay there or else he might have ended up doing something he would regret later.
********
"Honey I told you she's my sister don't worry about it" Yamcha said lying for the twentieth time that day.
"Oh Yammy, but she said she had fun last night when you were fucking her" a tall brunette said.
"O-oh uh she meant fucking her up you know like in a game, because we were playing this really cool game and I was fucking her up really good" Yamcha lied while hiding a small smile, he really had fucked her up really good the day before.
The brunette seemed pleased with his answer; she obediently approached Yamcha and gave him a nasty kiss on the lips that would make any guy just by looking at it horny.
Breaking the kiss Yamcha began to search for his keys, it was his third lay that day this was going to make it his fourth. Opening the door he pulled the brunette in, tripping at a pile of paper that sat on the floor. Yamcha kicked it out of the way but stopped suddenly when he saw in small bald letters his name printed out and MTV's post mark printed as well.
Yamcha brutally pushed the brunette away and picked up the letter, he opened it and read it:
Yamcha
Congratulation! You have been chosen as one of the contestants for MTV's show Road Rules, this letter will inform you of what will be necessary for you to bring. As you have seen, inside this envelope are airline tickets for New York, you will need to be at the airport in November, 16 2002. The flight will be at eight pm, no later than that. Nothing is necessary to bring other than a picture ID to identify yourself, after that the show has bought everything needed. We hope to see you there soon; you will be receiving further instructions later. Have a nice flight.
Sincerely Mario .K. Nelson
Yamcha grabbed his jacket and headed out his apartment, completely forgetting the brunette he had left in the floor. "Yammy was it something I said" The girl cried as she saw Yamcha's retrieving back.
A/N: Yup that's all, and like I said before Bulma will be coming in shortly don't worry this is a B/V. If you want to add my update list just sign in your name and email and I'll email you as soon as the next chapter comes out. Please R/R and Holla Shay if ya read this!
WARNING: Strong language in this chapter, lots of cursing, so don't say I didn't warn ya'll.
Disclaimer: Umm what is there to say..Nope I don't own neither of the shows or the characters so don't sue.
The Real World: DBZ style
Chapter 2- A trip to New York
Three weeks and a half later-
"Yes! I know, you don't have to remind me old man. Your damn money will be at your damn office tomorrow" Yelled a very frustrated Vegeta. He had been talking with the owner of his apartment for almost ten minutes, which was beginning to annoy him since all he talked about was how late his payment was.
Vegeta slammed the receiver fiercely back on its place. ' Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck everything is going wrong. If I don't pay him soon he'll kick me out I'm sure, I'm screwed! Oh wait. Maybe I can scare him a little and make him wait a couple of more days' Vegeta thought wickedly. He grabbed his jacket, heading for the door but stopped as the phone rang, groaning he quickly ran to get it before he missed the call.
"Who the fuck is it" he asked impolitely. On the other line there was a gasp and a giggle but the person finally spoke up.
"I need to speak with Mr. Sei"
"Uh-hu this is he what do you want" he asked aggressively.
"Oh hello Mr. Sei, I'm calling from MTV's show Road Rules, I believe you have applied to be a contestant? " The lady asked just to make sure she had the right guy.
"Yea I did" Vegeta answered coolly, though he was really exploding with exciment inside.
"Well Congratulations Mr. Sei, you've been chosen. Their will be a letter by mail in a couple days, I believe by tomorrow that will explain exactly what you have to do"
Vegeta smirked and slammed the receiver down for the second time that hour. ' Perfect, now that, that is done all that is left is explaining the damn teachers why I would be gone for so long' (A/N: Ok so I don't know how things work in colleges, either if you can just be absent and then make it up or whatever or you could just be absent and fail)
****
Meanwhile Goku was packing his stuff ready to move out, where? He didn't even know that answer. Goku had a small amount of money saved up, so with that money he was going to move to a motel, since he didn't have enough for a hotel.
"Goku, don't be so stubborn and just take some money" Bardock said while trying to slip a white envelope in his son's jacket.
"Dad there is no need, I can manage on my own, like you said"
"But son your going to need it" Bardock insisted
"Father I WILL BE OK" Goku yelled annoyed. Bardock glared at Goku and left, leaving the white envelope on his bed.
'Damn first he kicks me out and then he acts like as if he wants to help me. I just don't understand him.' Goku thought but was interrupted by a ringing noise.
"Son Resident" Goku heard a voice say. " Uh-hu he lives here, umm sure hold one moment" Bardock looked at the phone weirdly and then at Goku. Goku noticed this and took the phone.
"Hello"
"Hi is this Goku Son?" The woman in the other line asked.
" Yea this is he" He answered quickly
"Mr. Son I'm calling fro MTV's show Road Rule, I have written down here that you have signed in to be one of our contestants?" The woman asked once again
Goku nodded eagerly. He mentally slapped himself for his stupidity, and answered a yes.
"Well Mr. Son Congratulation you have been chosen. You will be receiving a letter shortly, maybe tomorrow, explaining what you will be doing. It is very important you get this letter because there will be airline tickets inside. The first guy rudely hanged up on me, didn't even get the chance to explain him everything" The lady spoke, the last part almost to herself but Goku heard anyways.
"What are the airline tickets for?" Goku asked excitedly
"Umm for an airplane" The woman answered stupidly
"I know that" Goku stated " Where is it supposed to take me" Goku continued obviously making his question a little easier for the woman to comprehend.
"Oh, silly me. The tickets are for New York" The woman answered embarrassed
Goku stood speechless; he was going to go to New York a city he had only seen in movies and pictures. Hell he was so excited he could've pissed on himself. The lady mumbled something and hanged up wishing him luck before she did so. Goku stood in the same position he was in before.
"Goku, son are you alright?" Bardock asked
*No answer*
"Goku?" he continued
*No response*
"GOKU!"
*No response*
Bardock grabbed the phone from his sons hand and placed it in his ear, he heard nothing. He was about to hang up the phone but had a better idea, he slammed it in Goku's head, making sure he would snap out of his day-dream but not cause him any intense damage. Goku yelled in pain and turned around to face his worried father.
"Oww dad that hurt" Goku whinned
"Goku you were standing there with your mouth open staring into space with our phone in your ear. What the hell was that all about?" Bardock asked
"Oh sorry dad, but I have to get some sleep for tomorrow cause I'm going to New York" Goku said coolly. Bardocks mouth hanged opened, he hadn't given his son so much money.
"Goku how are you going to go if you don't have the money?"
"Oh don't worry about it dad, don't worry about it" Goku said while taking off his jeans leaving him with his boxers and a white boy beater.
****
'Can life get any worse, first Greg dumps me, the nerve of that guy. And then it's father, gosh he is so mean! ME work, yea right in a million years.' Chichi thought furiously. ' And that old lady, ugh how dare she hit me with her fake Gucci bag. Eww and those nasty yellow shoes she had on, talk about NO style'
Chichi was walking towards her 'new' home. She looked at the brown tall building with disgust, the old building had been standing for over thirteen years and it was in a terrible condition. Chichi stepped in and waited in the reception, she hadn't checked her mail in a long time. A blonde girl suddenly appeared wearing a red shirt, 2 sizes bigger and yellow sweats, her hair was up in a messy ponytail exposing her pale face "Hi, how can I help you?" She asked politely.
Chichi looked at her and shook her head ' Ewww can't match she needs a serious make over'.
" Um yea, do I have any mail?" Chichi asked
"I need you room number"
"Oh, 13A" she answered
"Alright I'll go see" Chichi looked at the girl's retreating form and sucked her teeth. She hated this place so much, she missed her bed, her servants, her Jacuzzi, her pool even the stupid the dog. Chi chi's thought were interrupted by the girls 'excuse me'. Chichi rolled her eyes and received the pile of mail she had. Chichi mumbled thanks and headed back to her room.
"Junk, junk.. Mmm not junk, junk, useless, OH MY GOD" Chichi stopped dead in her tracks as she stopped in a particular letter than had her name writing in small bold letters. Chichi opened the letter and found airplane tickets and what seemed like instructions, the letter read:
Chichi Mau
Congratulation! You have been chosen as one of the contestants for MTV's show Road Rules, this letter will inform you of what will be necessary for you to bring. As you have seen, inside this envelope are airline tickets for New York, you will need to be at the airport in November, 16 2002. The flight will be at eight pm, no later than that. Nothing is necessary to bring other than a picture ID to identify yourself, after that the show has bought everything needed. We hope to see you there soon; you will be receiving further instructions later. Have a nice flight.
Sincerely Mario .K. Nelson
Chichi dropped the note she had a day and a half to get ready. 'Oh my god New York, New York here I come! Again'. Chichi was excited, she had been to New York only once but when she was little, when her father had taken her with him on a business trip, so she really didn't remember a lot about it.
"Ok, now I got to start packing, hmm what should I take?" Chichi piled all her clothes neatly on her big luggage. 'Oh wait they said not to bring anything, but damn what if they get me something fruity or worst of all something.....cheap.
**********
"Eighteen shut up, you're singing is hurting my ears" 17 yelled. I smiled as I continued my horrible singing; damn I was so happy I could even do the chicken dance, well not really. I was finally getting the hell out of this place, I'm going to New York.
"Oh dear brother, I am so happy, happy I am so" I yelled loudly going in circles
"Yeah, yeah you're going to New York big deal"
Smirking I threw a pillow at him; I knew he was jealous, shoot my whole family was. When I showed my family the tickets, my mother thought it was for her, she dance around the kitchen for five whole minutes before I popped her bubble. She went pale and gave me a lecture on how I was to young to fly on an airplane, young my ass.
"Stop hating" I said coolly
"Please, there's nothing to hate on" He hissed
"Uh-hu keep on telling yourself that"
I said while going up to my bedroom, locking the door. I needed a long nap.
*********
"Krillin guess what!" Yelled a very excited Marron
"What?" he asked dumfounded. Marron was starting to get on his nerves, for the past month or so they had been living together she had been nothing but a huge pain in the ass.
"Well MTV just called and WE are IN!!!" She jumped up and down while holding a white envelope on her hand, which Krillin quickly grabbed from her arms and read it:
Krillin and Marron ---------:
Congratulation! You have been chosen as two of the contestants for MTV's show Road Rules, this letter will inform both of what will be necessary for both to bring. As you have seen, inside this envelope are airline tickets for New York, both will need to be at the airport in November, 16 2002. The flight will be at eight pm, no later than that. Nothing is necessary to bring other than a picture ID to identify yourself, after that the show has bought everything needed. We hope to see both there soon; you will be receiving further instructions later. Have a nice flight.
Sincerely Mario .K. Nelson
Krillin rolled his eyes; he didn't see the point of going there in the first place. Marron continued to jump up and down like a five year.
"Oh Krilly you know what this means, you'll finally be able to afford a REAL engagement ring" Marron said emphasizing the word real, Krillin looked confused. 'Who the hell told her I was going to even ask her to marry me?' Krillin thought.
Marron noticed his confusedness and added "You know! When you propose to me you HAVE to give a twenty six carrot diamond ring" She giggled.
"Twenty six; what do I look like? A bank" I screamed. The woman was delusional!
"Krilly I know your not a bank, you'll be able to get me the ring after we win the Road Rule contest, or whatever" Krillin shook his head, what made her so sure she was going to win.
Krillin looked at her and left, heading for his room, he couldn't stay there or else he might have ended up doing something he would regret later.
********
"Honey I told you she's my sister don't worry about it" Yamcha said lying for the twentieth time that day.
"Oh Yammy, but she said she had fun last night when you were fucking her" a tall brunette said.
"O-oh uh she meant fucking her up you know like in a game, because we were playing this really cool game and I was fucking her up really good" Yamcha lied while hiding a small smile, he really had fucked her up really good the day before.
The brunette seemed pleased with his answer; she obediently approached Yamcha and gave him a nasty kiss on the lips that would make any guy just by looking at it horny.
Breaking the kiss Yamcha began to search for his keys, it was his third lay that day this was going to make it his fourth. Opening the door he pulled the brunette in, tripping at a pile of paper that sat on the floor. Yamcha kicked it out of the way but stopped suddenly when he saw in small bald letters his name printed out and MTV's post mark printed as well.
Yamcha brutally pushed the brunette away and picked up the letter, he opened it and read it:
Yamcha
Congratulation! You have been chosen as one of the contestants for MTV's show Road Rules, this letter will inform you of what will be necessary for you to bring. As you have seen, inside this envelope are airline tickets for New York, you will need to be at the airport in November, 16 2002. The flight will be at eight pm, no later than that. Nothing is necessary to bring other than a picture ID to identify yourself, after that the show has bought everything needed. We hope to see you there soon; you will be receiving further instructions later. Have a nice flight.
Sincerely Mario .K. Nelson
Yamcha grabbed his jacket and headed out his apartment, completely forgetting the brunette he had left in the floor. "Yammy was it something I said" The girl cried as she saw Yamcha's retrieving back.
A/N: Yup that's all, and like I said before Bulma will be coming in shortly don't worry this is a B/V. If you want to add my update list just sign in your name and email and I'll email you as soon as the next chapter comes out. Please R/R and Holla Shay if ya read this!