Hey y'all! Okay, I was utterly ashamed when I read Chaney's review. She
said that she kept forgetting that this was a yaoi story. I realized that I
had been so busy re-crating a funny, DBZ-ified version of Peter Pan that I
had lost my focus on the love story between Gohan and Mirai. I'll try to
bring our two lovers' relationship back into the spotlight, but I'm not too
good at the mushy stuff. Hopefully I'll be able to make it up to everybody
in future chapters. Anyways, here we go. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: "Is that fusion or a junior high prom?" -Kuririn
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Light poured in through the window, flowing down the floor and splashing across one small, petulant form. Vegeta-Bell grumbled and curled up into a ball. Damn sun, always coming up too early. He was trying to sleep, damn it! Why the hell couldn't it go away and come back later. He grumpily sat up and stretched. "Boy!" He shouted, "Where's my breakfast!" He was greeted with no response. Growling, the saiya-jin-fairy made his way over to the kitchen, only to crash into some rather obnoxious metal bars. Swearing abundantly, Vegeta-Bell took a minute to study his surroundings, quickly ascertaining that he was not at home.
Upon seeing Vegeta-Bell in a slightly less than unconscious state, Mr. Satan ran over toward the unhappily caged grouch and bellowed, "You! You're Mirai's little pet, Vegetable, aren't you! I've got you now! Tell me where Capsule Corps is!"
Very, very bad move. The disgruntled Vegeta-Bell was NOT a morning person. Easily bending the metal bars, he promptly stormed out of the cage and launched into his day by beating the living daylights out of the fool who dared to refer to him, the prince of all saiya-jin-fairies, as a pet.
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Vegeta-Bell looked down at the mangled form of Mr. Satan, smacking his hands together, satisfied at a job well done. Smirking, he proceeded with the traditional saiya-jin-fairy royal victory dance.
Mr. Satan, however did not seem to be able to recognize when enough was enough. "Tell me where Capsule Corps is!" He demanded, even though he was currently in a broken heap on the floor.
Vegeta-Bell halted the interpretive dancing re-enactment of his glowing victory. He glared down at Mr. Satan, "You idiot! How can you not find Capsule Corps? It's a huge bright yellow dome in the middle of the forest on a very sparsely populated island!" This statement was immediately followed by a long half-mumbled string of insults. After Vegeta-Bell had finished his rant he gave Mr. Satan one more kick for good measure, and then stormed out the door and off the ship.
The small pile of Mr. Satan grinned, he finally had the location of Mirai's headquarters.
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Gohan sighed contentedly. Life was good. His stomach was full of scrumptious food and his arms were full of scrumptious Mirai. On this note, he kissed Mirai again. It probably would have been a lot more romantic if the two of them had not been completely soaked seconds later by a flood of soapy water.
A small head popped out from the doorway of the kitchen. "Oops! Sorry 'bout that!" Pan said with a grin and a wave. "I missed. I guess my aim's a bit off today."
Unfortunately for her, Bra didn't have the same problem. A wet sponge sailed neatly through the air, its perfect parabolic path suddenly halting as it collided solidly with the back of Pan's head. Pan yelped and charged back into the kitchen after Bra.
Mirai sighed exasperatedly. Never a quiet moment. He glumly wrung out his perfectly purple hair and turned back to the object of his affections. Gohan was completely coated with soap bubbles. Mirai groaned and grabbed Gohan's hand, dragging him along into the kitchen.
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Mirai flung open the door to reveal a huge sudsy mess of what used to be the kitchen. None of the usual surfaces were visible beneath the frothy, murky flood. Cleaning supplies flew through the air with wild abandon. Gohan ducked, narrowly avoiding decapitation from a wayward bottle of dishwashing liquid. Goten came hurtling out of the bubbles to bean Mirai with a mop. Marron was hot on Goten's heels, menacingly wielding a scrub brush. They both darted around, giggling madly, only to immediately disappear back into the foamy chaos from whence they came.
Gohan and Mirai looked at the whole scene hopelessly, praying for something, ANYTHING, to end this madness. Luckily for them, their prayers were answered, in the form of Vegeta-Bell, who had just flown in the window.
Vegeta-Bell took one look at the desecration of his beloved kitchen and shot into action. He grabbed the pull-out sprayer faucet from the sink and quickly hosed down the entire room, shooting everyone and everything indiscriminately. The clean water washed out all the soap and dirt. Soon all that was left were five thouroughly saturated, yet squeaky-clean children, and two sopping wet, yet dead sexy guys, and one cantankerous saiya-jin-fairy (and a partridge in a pair tree).
Chibi Trunks looked around. "Well," he said, sniffing critically, "at least the floors are clean."
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What a way to wash the floor! If only my chores would end up being so fun. I think cantankerous is now my new favorite word. Please review!
-aqua_illusion
Disclaimer: "Is that fusion or a junior high prom?" -Kuririn
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Light poured in through the window, flowing down the floor and splashing across one small, petulant form. Vegeta-Bell grumbled and curled up into a ball. Damn sun, always coming up too early. He was trying to sleep, damn it! Why the hell couldn't it go away and come back later. He grumpily sat up and stretched. "Boy!" He shouted, "Where's my breakfast!" He was greeted with no response. Growling, the saiya-jin-fairy made his way over to the kitchen, only to crash into some rather obnoxious metal bars. Swearing abundantly, Vegeta-Bell took a minute to study his surroundings, quickly ascertaining that he was not at home.
Upon seeing Vegeta-Bell in a slightly less than unconscious state, Mr. Satan ran over toward the unhappily caged grouch and bellowed, "You! You're Mirai's little pet, Vegetable, aren't you! I've got you now! Tell me where Capsule Corps is!"
Very, very bad move. The disgruntled Vegeta-Bell was NOT a morning person. Easily bending the metal bars, he promptly stormed out of the cage and launched into his day by beating the living daylights out of the fool who dared to refer to him, the prince of all saiya-jin-fairies, as a pet.
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Vegeta-Bell looked down at the mangled form of Mr. Satan, smacking his hands together, satisfied at a job well done. Smirking, he proceeded with the traditional saiya-jin-fairy royal victory dance.
Mr. Satan, however did not seem to be able to recognize when enough was enough. "Tell me where Capsule Corps is!" He demanded, even though he was currently in a broken heap on the floor.
Vegeta-Bell halted the interpretive dancing re-enactment of his glowing victory. He glared down at Mr. Satan, "You idiot! How can you not find Capsule Corps? It's a huge bright yellow dome in the middle of the forest on a very sparsely populated island!" This statement was immediately followed by a long half-mumbled string of insults. After Vegeta-Bell had finished his rant he gave Mr. Satan one more kick for good measure, and then stormed out the door and off the ship.
The small pile of Mr. Satan grinned, he finally had the location of Mirai's headquarters.
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Gohan sighed contentedly. Life was good. His stomach was full of scrumptious food and his arms were full of scrumptious Mirai. On this note, he kissed Mirai again. It probably would have been a lot more romantic if the two of them had not been completely soaked seconds later by a flood of soapy water.
A small head popped out from the doorway of the kitchen. "Oops! Sorry 'bout that!" Pan said with a grin and a wave. "I missed. I guess my aim's a bit off today."
Unfortunately for her, Bra didn't have the same problem. A wet sponge sailed neatly through the air, its perfect parabolic path suddenly halting as it collided solidly with the back of Pan's head. Pan yelped and charged back into the kitchen after Bra.
Mirai sighed exasperatedly. Never a quiet moment. He glumly wrung out his perfectly purple hair and turned back to the object of his affections. Gohan was completely coated with soap bubbles. Mirai groaned and grabbed Gohan's hand, dragging him along into the kitchen.
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Mirai flung open the door to reveal a huge sudsy mess of what used to be the kitchen. None of the usual surfaces were visible beneath the frothy, murky flood. Cleaning supplies flew through the air with wild abandon. Gohan ducked, narrowly avoiding decapitation from a wayward bottle of dishwashing liquid. Goten came hurtling out of the bubbles to bean Mirai with a mop. Marron was hot on Goten's heels, menacingly wielding a scrub brush. They both darted around, giggling madly, only to immediately disappear back into the foamy chaos from whence they came.
Gohan and Mirai looked at the whole scene hopelessly, praying for something, ANYTHING, to end this madness. Luckily for them, their prayers were answered, in the form of Vegeta-Bell, who had just flown in the window.
Vegeta-Bell took one look at the desecration of his beloved kitchen and shot into action. He grabbed the pull-out sprayer faucet from the sink and quickly hosed down the entire room, shooting everyone and everything indiscriminately. The clean water washed out all the soap and dirt. Soon all that was left were five thouroughly saturated, yet squeaky-clean children, and two sopping wet, yet dead sexy guys, and one cantankerous saiya-jin-fairy (and a partridge in a pair tree).
Chibi Trunks looked around. "Well," he said, sniffing critically, "at least the floors are clean."
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What a way to wash the floor! If only my chores would end up being so fun. I think cantankerous is now my new favorite word. Please review!
-aqua_illusion