A/N: *whistles cheerfully* Hi!
T-chan; *raises an eyebrow* …hi…
*grins* Isn't it a beautiful day?
T-chan; *sweatdrops* …Okay, WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!?!?!
o.o' what?
T-chan; *hyperventilating* made you cheerful and happy!!!
*shrugs* I'm always like this…
T-chan; *glares* No, you aren't. You are usually a smart ass bitch and you know it!
WHO'RE YOU CALLING A BITCH?!?! *ki blasts T-chan*
T-chan; *smoking and imbedded in the wall* …now that's more like it… *falls unconscious*
-_-;;
Disclaimer; Nope, Uhn uhn. Don't own it as much as I wish I could…
Which reminds me… (although I'm not sure WHY it reminds me… but you get the picture…) *smirks* Okay, I got really mixed reactions for the girls' plan; a bunch of you said yes, and just as many of you said that it was just too sick and disturbing, even for Sharpener. (I'm assuming you are mostly guys and/or sexually active^____^;;)
I hope this is a suitable compromise! (especially since both of my muses were hounding me about going through with the original plan!^^) I think this might be more fun anyways…
~*~ Chapter Twenty Seven; Up, Up, and Away! ~*~
~*~
Pan bit her lip as she watched Marron form one of her father's ki disks. "Marron-chan…I'm not sure we should do that…"
Marron paused and frowned at her counterpart. "Why not? My mommy's stories about her and uncle Juunanagou are all about hurting people, but they sound fun anyways!"
At this mention of the androids, Pan began shuddering, dropping to her knees and sobbing. Marron blinked before dissipating her ki and kneeling down to comfort the other girl.
Sharpener whimpered in relief and scuttled back to hide in the crowd… that was far to close for his liking.
"Hey Pan! I have an idea that might cheer you up!" Sniffling, Pan raised her eyes to meet Marron's. "How about we just kill the guy, then go find your daddy! I mean, your daddy didn't seem very fond of that guy, and you'd be doing him a favor!"
Pan's eyes brightened slightly. She wasn't apposed to killing…after all; she and Trunks had killed the androids in her timeline… Nodding and wiping her cheeks, both kids got up.
"Hey! Where did the weakling go? He was right here a minute ago…" Scanning the class irritably Marron glared. "Okay, if no one tells me where the bastard is, then I'll just kill all of you!"
The reaction of the class would best be compared with Moses's parting of the Red Sea. No sooner had the words left Marron's mouth, than a clear path opened up to reveal Sharpener cowering at the back of the class.
"Ah! There you are! Trying to hide from us?"
Sharpener whimpered and grabbed onto the leg of Mr. Smith. "Please help me sensei! The mad children are going to get me!" Mr. Smith broke into a nervous sweat. If he did nothing then he might be held responsible for the death of his student… But if he did do something, then he might be killed along with the blond oaf. ~Well, I never did much like him anyways…~ Shaking his leg to loosen the grip of the boy he backed up into the rest of the observers. Grinning Pan and Marron advanced to stand right in front of the boy, making a show of deciding how to kill him.
"I say we go for slow torture." Began Marron sadistically.
"Nah, I think we ought to make him go in one glorious moment."
"I think you've been watching to many firework shows."
"Oh well…Hey, fireworks…maybe we should…"
"Hmmm, that might actually be pretty cool…"
"Yeah, but wouldn't fireworks be a little too messy?
"You're right. Have any better ideas?"
"Hey, what about a rocket?!"
"Say…That might just work! But where will we get the rocket?"
"Bulma maybe?"
"No, if she knew then she'd be obliged to stop us."
"What about Vegeta?"
"Not a bad idea…He'd probably like it actually…"
"And he'd most likely want to watch anyways!"
"Okay then, you go get him and I'll drag this bimbo out onto the back lawn!"
With that Pan raced off to find the mighty prince while Marron grabbed one of Sharpener's ankles, dragging him behind her and whistling cheerfully.
~*~
Gohan looked over at the unconscious Videl, debating whether or not it would be wise to take her back to Capsule Corps. Shrugging, he finally decided that it probably would be better, if only because he'd be more comfortable in familiar surroundings. Sighing, he walked over to the girl and lifted her easily onto his shoulder. Nodding once to Goku, he took off for CC, leaving Goku to decide whether to follow him, or to head home. Deciding that he'd be best off checking in with Chichi as soon as possible, he headed at a fairly leasurely pace towards Home.
~*~
What happens when you fuse together two hungry demi Saiya-jins?
You get one very hungry Gotenks. After all, he had the appetite of TWO demi Saiya-jins, and they were already hungry before they fused…
~I'm hungry Trunks…Can we go to my house and get something to eat?~
~No you baka! You want to get caught?!~
~…no…~
~Then don't even think about going home.~
A couple of minutes later…
~Goten…~
~Yeah Trunks-kun?~
~I'm hungry. Let's head over to your place.~
~Okay!~
The child jumped to his feet, still suppressing his ki.
"KINTO'UN!"
The golden cloud zoomed over and the child hopped on, headed for the Son residence, completely forgetting the capsulated refrigerator in his pocket.
Being fused with a Son seemed to have certain unasked for results in a Briefs. Such as slight loss of worldliness maturity, and increase of appetite as well as a tendency to have a rather poor short term memory.
~*~
Finishing he shower quickly, Bulma dried off and peeked out of her bathroom door, making sure that no one was there before walking out to get dressed. She didn't want to scar any MORE children…
Pulling out a simple cropped tube top and tight low cut jeans, Bulma smirked into the mirror. Much better. Humming tunelessly, Bulma walked cheerfully towards the room where she had left the students. Hopefully nothing TOO bad had befallen them…
~*~
Whimpering, Mirai no Trunks slunk into a bathroom on the other end of the house. Taking a nice, long, hot shower was just the thing he needed to clear his head.
~*~
Smiling slightly to himself, Piccolo landed back by his waterfall, contentedly beginning to meditate, and more than happily dropping out of the story for the time being.
~*~
Chichi walked up to the door of the building and began pounding on the door, anxious to be let in, but not willing to break protocol and barge in unannounced.
Although, if no one hurried up and unlocked the door…
~*~
Giggling, Pan rushed through the house, getting a lock on Vegeta's ki. He was back in one of the more comfortable rooms, watching television. Smirking Pan sprinted through the door, skidding to a halt in front of the prince.
"Hello Vegeta!"
Vegeta glared at Kakarott's grand brat. "If you don't get out of my way brattling, I'm going to incinerate you."
Pan smirked haughtily up at the powerful prince. "But if you did that you would get in trouble with auntie AND you wouldn't get to help me kill a worthless human."
At the word 'kill' Vegeta's ears pricked up and he grinned evilly at the idea of killing even one of those pathetic bakas. "Fine brat, I'll let you live. Just show me who to kill!"
Smirking, Pan shook her finger at him. "Nuhn Uhn Veggie-sama! First you have to get us a rocket!"
Vegeta blinked at the child, puzzled. "Why the hell do you want a rocket?!"
With a feral grin, Pan snorted. "Haven't you ever heard of killing someone creatively?"
Vegeta's eyes widened and he stared at the seemingly innocent little girl before breaking into a malicious grin. "You're on brat!"
Exchanging another evil smirk, they headed off to raid Trunks's stash of rockets.
~*~
Erasa stared in horror as the door clicked shut behind the two blondes.
~Who would have thought… Two little girls…~ Whimpering, she looked over at her other classmates, most of which didn't seem to be holding up too well…
"Mr. Smith…"
"Yea Erasa?"
"I wanna go home!" Was all she managed before bursting into hysterical tears. One by one the girls followed her lead. After only a moment's hesitation, the boys all joined in as well, deciding that, in this situation, it was okay to abandoned macho-ness. The two teachers exchanged a look of dismay, before they too joined in the hysterical sobbing.
~*~
Whistling cheerfully, Bulma approached the room where the class was. Was it just her imagination…Or was that the sound of mass hysteria?
~Oh Kami…I think I'm going to have a very bad headache. Why does this have to happen to ME?! I'm only the richest, smartest, most beautiful woman on the face of the earth… why can't my life be even semi normal?~
~*~
Marron tugged the boy the rest of the way out onto the back lawn of the CC building. Now she just had to keep him here while she waited for Pan…
~*~
Finally agreeing on which rocket, Pan and Vegeta made their way outside, Vegeta with the rocket, Pan directing him so he wouldn't bump into anything.
Pan, who knew slightly more about the highly flammable item, pointed out that this particular rocket would be the best. Not only would it be powerful enough to carry the boy upwards, it also should have enough gun powder left inside of it, that a swift ki blast would cause it to explode without leaving a trace of boy or rocket.
Waving to Marron, who was sitting on top of a rather frightened looking Sharpener, Pan gestured to Vegeta to drop it.
"Okay, we got the rocket…Let's set it up!"
Soon they had the boy strapped on, ready for lift off. Nodding, they backed up, Pan lighting the wick with her ki from a distance.
Grinning evilly with pleasure, they watched as Sharpener went flying into the sky…
~*~
A/N: *watches as Sharpener flies into the sky, exploding at the peak* HA! *begins clapping wildly*
T-chan; *joins in* YOO HOO!!!
Vegeta; *smirks* The baka died. Good.
*grins* Isn't it though? Then again, he hasn't actually died yet… You just assume that he's going to.
Vegeta; *anxiously* You mean he isn't?!
*off handedly* Oh…maybe…maybe not…
T-chan; *crosses fingers* please be dead, please be dead…
*grins* Anyhoo… I want to thank everybody for your reviews! (and, to the person who doubted it, I DO read all of my reviews ^~) Thanks for your continued support! I'm loathing the day that I'll be done writing this… But that's okay because I have four other stories to work on!
T-chan; *raises an eyebrow* oh really?
*nods happily* Yup! I have this one, random bits of angsty poetry, then
'Getting Together at Last' (going on right now),
'The Substitutes; or Murphy's Law' (which I'm going to be picking up again this summer, definitely),
'Kakabrat Corruption 101' (I've got some great ideas on this one…), and last but most definitely not least…
'Masks and Masquerades; or Vegeta Match Maker' This story was put up for adoption by Frozenflower (if you haven't read her stuff, DO). Basically it's about Vegeta being a match maker between Bra/Goten and Trunks/Pan. She's written the first chapter/prologue thingie, and ran out of steam, so she put it up for adoption and said I could have it! (so happy!)
Vegeta; *raises an eyebrow* Me? A Match Maker!? Between mine and Kakarott's brats!?!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO ON?!?!?!?!?!
T-chan; I'm guessing reviews.
*nods happily* Yup!
Vegeta; *despondently* I need a spar…
T-chan; *raises an eyebrow* …hi…
*grins* Isn't it a beautiful day?
T-chan; *sweatdrops* …Okay, WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!?!?!
o.o' what?
T-chan; *hyperventilating* made you cheerful and happy!!!
*shrugs* I'm always like this…
T-chan; *glares* No, you aren't. You are usually a smart ass bitch and you know it!
WHO'RE YOU CALLING A BITCH?!?! *ki blasts T-chan*
T-chan; *smoking and imbedded in the wall* …now that's more like it… *falls unconscious*
-_-;;
Disclaimer; Nope, Uhn uhn. Don't own it as much as I wish I could…
Which reminds me… (although I'm not sure WHY it reminds me… but you get the picture…) *smirks* Okay, I got really mixed reactions for the girls' plan; a bunch of you said yes, and just as many of you said that it was just too sick and disturbing, even for Sharpener. (I'm assuming you are mostly guys and/or sexually active^____^;;)
I hope this is a suitable compromise! (especially since both of my muses were hounding me about going through with the original plan!^^) I think this might be more fun anyways…
~*~ Chapter Twenty Seven; Up, Up, and Away! ~*~
~*~
Pan bit her lip as she watched Marron form one of her father's ki disks. "Marron-chan…I'm not sure we should do that…"
Marron paused and frowned at her counterpart. "Why not? My mommy's stories about her and uncle Juunanagou are all about hurting people, but they sound fun anyways!"
At this mention of the androids, Pan began shuddering, dropping to her knees and sobbing. Marron blinked before dissipating her ki and kneeling down to comfort the other girl.
Sharpener whimpered in relief and scuttled back to hide in the crowd… that was far to close for his liking.
"Hey Pan! I have an idea that might cheer you up!" Sniffling, Pan raised her eyes to meet Marron's. "How about we just kill the guy, then go find your daddy! I mean, your daddy didn't seem very fond of that guy, and you'd be doing him a favor!"
Pan's eyes brightened slightly. She wasn't apposed to killing…after all; she and Trunks had killed the androids in her timeline… Nodding and wiping her cheeks, both kids got up.
"Hey! Where did the weakling go? He was right here a minute ago…" Scanning the class irritably Marron glared. "Okay, if no one tells me where the bastard is, then I'll just kill all of you!"
The reaction of the class would best be compared with Moses's parting of the Red Sea. No sooner had the words left Marron's mouth, than a clear path opened up to reveal Sharpener cowering at the back of the class.
"Ah! There you are! Trying to hide from us?"
Sharpener whimpered and grabbed onto the leg of Mr. Smith. "Please help me sensei! The mad children are going to get me!" Mr. Smith broke into a nervous sweat. If he did nothing then he might be held responsible for the death of his student… But if he did do something, then he might be killed along with the blond oaf. ~Well, I never did much like him anyways…~ Shaking his leg to loosen the grip of the boy he backed up into the rest of the observers. Grinning Pan and Marron advanced to stand right in front of the boy, making a show of deciding how to kill him.
"I say we go for slow torture." Began Marron sadistically.
"Nah, I think we ought to make him go in one glorious moment."
"I think you've been watching to many firework shows."
"Oh well…Hey, fireworks…maybe we should…"
"Hmmm, that might actually be pretty cool…"
"Yeah, but wouldn't fireworks be a little too messy?
"You're right. Have any better ideas?"
"Hey, what about a rocket?!"
"Say…That might just work! But where will we get the rocket?"
"Bulma maybe?"
"No, if she knew then she'd be obliged to stop us."
"What about Vegeta?"
"Not a bad idea…He'd probably like it actually…"
"And he'd most likely want to watch anyways!"
"Okay then, you go get him and I'll drag this bimbo out onto the back lawn!"
With that Pan raced off to find the mighty prince while Marron grabbed one of Sharpener's ankles, dragging him behind her and whistling cheerfully.
~*~
Gohan looked over at the unconscious Videl, debating whether or not it would be wise to take her back to Capsule Corps. Shrugging, he finally decided that it probably would be better, if only because he'd be more comfortable in familiar surroundings. Sighing, he walked over to the girl and lifted her easily onto his shoulder. Nodding once to Goku, he took off for CC, leaving Goku to decide whether to follow him, or to head home. Deciding that he'd be best off checking in with Chichi as soon as possible, he headed at a fairly leasurely pace towards Home.
~*~
What happens when you fuse together two hungry demi Saiya-jins?
You get one very hungry Gotenks. After all, he had the appetite of TWO demi Saiya-jins, and they were already hungry before they fused…
~I'm hungry Trunks…Can we go to my house and get something to eat?~
~No you baka! You want to get caught?!~
~…no…~
~Then don't even think about going home.~
A couple of minutes later…
~Goten…~
~Yeah Trunks-kun?~
~I'm hungry. Let's head over to your place.~
~Okay!~
The child jumped to his feet, still suppressing his ki.
"KINTO'UN!"
The golden cloud zoomed over and the child hopped on, headed for the Son residence, completely forgetting the capsulated refrigerator in his pocket.
Being fused with a Son seemed to have certain unasked for results in a Briefs. Such as slight loss of worldliness maturity, and increase of appetite as well as a tendency to have a rather poor short term memory.
~*~
Finishing he shower quickly, Bulma dried off and peeked out of her bathroom door, making sure that no one was there before walking out to get dressed. She didn't want to scar any MORE children…
Pulling out a simple cropped tube top and tight low cut jeans, Bulma smirked into the mirror. Much better. Humming tunelessly, Bulma walked cheerfully towards the room where she had left the students. Hopefully nothing TOO bad had befallen them…
~*~
Whimpering, Mirai no Trunks slunk into a bathroom on the other end of the house. Taking a nice, long, hot shower was just the thing he needed to clear his head.
~*~
Smiling slightly to himself, Piccolo landed back by his waterfall, contentedly beginning to meditate, and more than happily dropping out of the story for the time being.
~*~
Chichi walked up to the door of the building and began pounding on the door, anxious to be let in, but not willing to break protocol and barge in unannounced.
Although, if no one hurried up and unlocked the door…
~*~
Giggling, Pan rushed through the house, getting a lock on Vegeta's ki. He was back in one of the more comfortable rooms, watching television. Smirking Pan sprinted through the door, skidding to a halt in front of the prince.
"Hello Vegeta!"
Vegeta glared at Kakarott's grand brat. "If you don't get out of my way brattling, I'm going to incinerate you."
Pan smirked haughtily up at the powerful prince. "But if you did that you would get in trouble with auntie AND you wouldn't get to help me kill a worthless human."
At the word 'kill' Vegeta's ears pricked up and he grinned evilly at the idea of killing even one of those pathetic bakas. "Fine brat, I'll let you live. Just show me who to kill!"
Smirking, Pan shook her finger at him. "Nuhn Uhn Veggie-sama! First you have to get us a rocket!"
Vegeta blinked at the child, puzzled. "Why the hell do you want a rocket?!"
With a feral grin, Pan snorted. "Haven't you ever heard of killing someone creatively?"
Vegeta's eyes widened and he stared at the seemingly innocent little girl before breaking into a malicious grin. "You're on brat!"
Exchanging another evil smirk, they headed off to raid Trunks's stash of rockets.
~*~
Erasa stared in horror as the door clicked shut behind the two blondes.
~Who would have thought… Two little girls…~ Whimpering, she looked over at her other classmates, most of which didn't seem to be holding up too well…
"Mr. Smith…"
"Yea Erasa?"
"I wanna go home!" Was all she managed before bursting into hysterical tears. One by one the girls followed her lead. After only a moment's hesitation, the boys all joined in as well, deciding that, in this situation, it was okay to abandoned macho-ness. The two teachers exchanged a look of dismay, before they too joined in the hysterical sobbing.
~*~
Whistling cheerfully, Bulma approached the room where the class was. Was it just her imagination…Or was that the sound of mass hysteria?
~Oh Kami…I think I'm going to have a very bad headache. Why does this have to happen to ME?! I'm only the richest, smartest, most beautiful woman on the face of the earth… why can't my life be even semi normal?~
~*~
Marron tugged the boy the rest of the way out onto the back lawn of the CC building. Now she just had to keep him here while she waited for Pan…
~*~
Finally agreeing on which rocket, Pan and Vegeta made their way outside, Vegeta with the rocket, Pan directing him so he wouldn't bump into anything.
Pan, who knew slightly more about the highly flammable item, pointed out that this particular rocket would be the best. Not only would it be powerful enough to carry the boy upwards, it also should have enough gun powder left inside of it, that a swift ki blast would cause it to explode without leaving a trace of boy or rocket.
Waving to Marron, who was sitting on top of a rather frightened looking Sharpener, Pan gestured to Vegeta to drop it.
"Okay, we got the rocket…Let's set it up!"
Soon they had the boy strapped on, ready for lift off. Nodding, they backed up, Pan lighting the wick with her ki from a distance.
Grinning evilly with pleasure, they watched as Sharpener went flying into the sky…
~*~
A/N: *watches as Sharpener flies into the sky, exploding at the peak* HA! *begins clapping wildly*
T-chan; *joins in* YOO HOO!!!
Vegeta; *smirks* The baka died. Good.
*grins* Isn't it though? Then again, he hasn't actually died yet… You just assume that he's going to.
Vegeta; *anxiously* You mean he isn't?!
*off handedly* Oh…maybe…maybe not…
T-chan; *crosses fingers* please be dead, please be dead…
*grins* Anyhoo… I want to thank everybody for your reviews! (and, to the person who doubted it, I DO read all of my reviews ^~) Thanks for your continued support! I'm loathing the day that I'll be done writing this… But that's okay because I have four other stories to work on!
T-chan; *raises an eyebrow* oh really?
*nods happily* Yup! I have this one, random bits of angsty poetry, then
'Getting Together at Last' (going on right now),
'The Substitutes; or Murphy's Law' (which I'm going to be picking up again this summer, definitely),
'Kakabrat Corruption 101' (I've got some great ideas on this one…), and last but most definitely not least…
'Masks and Masquerades; or Vegeta Match Maker' This story was put up for adoption by Frozenflower (if you haven't read her stuff, DO). Basically it's about Vegeta being a match maker between Bra/Goten and Trunks/Pan. She's written the first chapter/prologue thingie, and ran out of steam, so she put it up for adoption and said I could have it! (so happy!)
Vegeta; *raises an eyebrow* Me? A Match Maker!? Between mine and Kakarott's brats!?!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO ON?!?!?!?!?!
T-chan; I'm guessing reviews.
*nods happily* Yup!
Vegeta; *despondently* I need a spar…