Vegeta stopped roaring into the mic, finishing the last song of the night. The audience of uncountable thousands cheered as Pan, Vegeta, Angela, Matt and Axel, who was the drummer and Vegeta and Pan's son, left stage. They all headed towards their own showers respectfully. When they were cleaned of sweat, and changed into clean clothes, they bailed into their private bus.
'Jesus Christ. that last song was fast!' exclaimed Pan.
'Yeah, I know what you mean,' said Matt. 'My fingers click when ever I move them after playing for that long. Next time let's drop a few songs, yay?' he suggested hopefully, even though he knew they couldn't. Pan sighed and shook her head tiredly.
'Nay. We can't let our fans down,' she pointed out after she slumped into her bed and lay down. 'We said 20 songs, and we have to stick to 20 songs.'
'Not necessarily,' said Vegeta as he got into the drivers seat of the massive bus. 'Vegeta Enterprises owns us, and I own Vegeta Enterprises. We could do whatever we want,' he finished cockily. Angela scoffed.
'You mean you and Pan own it,' she reminded.
'Yeah, but if me, Vegeta, Axel and Kakaratt die, Vegeta Enterprises goes to you and Matt,' said Pan, who was rolling her head on the pillow.
Axel spoke up for the first time, as he was eating before. 'Bhut mouthure,' Pan interrupted him.
'Swallow,' she instructed in a deadpan tone. He swallowed his food and started again.
'But mom, you know we won't all die. It takes a lot to kill a Super Saiya-jin,' he said while puffing out his chest. Pan sighed. He had the facial features of Goku, and his eyes too, but had that impure and slightly twisted look that Vegeta carried. His hair cascaded down his back in thick black strands, but was very human like, and wasn't spiky like a Saiya-jins'. He was a goth who was happy more often than not, but was manic depressive, and frequently fell into suicidal fits of depression. Even when happy, he was rarely hyper, like his sister.
'Oh really?'
'Yeah! We're invincible! Nothing can kill a Super Saiya-jin!' he declared. Pan sighed and glared at Vegeta.
'Vegeta, you're the one who always tells him this crap.' She turned back to Axel. 'Remember the tale of your great grandpa Goku? Freeza killed him and he was a Super Saiya-jin. He came back because of the dragon balls, but he was beaten. Vegeta's son from the future was killed, and he was ascended.' Axel just rolled his eyes.
'Yeah whatever. I've heard these stories again and again. I don't even think that there was a Mirai Trunks, and when Goku died he was only at level one,' said Axel skeptically. 'Besides, you two were blown up by a jumbo jet last month, and you came out just fine. Further proof that we're invincible!' This time it was Vegeta who sighed at his son's ego.
He was still unhappy about the loss of all those Vegeta action figures. 'You don't understand! I know it's a setback that we'll get over, but it's the principle of the thing! *Nobody* hijacks a plane transporting action figures of ME and gets away with a simple death! I have the right to flay their skin off and dump them in a salt factory! And......and god knows what they were doing with those dolls. They were anatomically correct,' finished Vegeta suspiciously.
'Thanks for the mental picture dad,' said Axel distastefully. 'Besides, you and mom are the ones that age but never mature.'
'I even went backwards!' stated Vegeta proudly, now forgetting the doll talk.
'We don't really age either. Vegeta looks just like he did when he was 25, and so do I,' said Pan offhandedly.
'Lucky bastards,' grumbled Angela, who while still beautiful, had lost that look of youth. 'I'm nothing but an old maid of 40. You're 40 as well, but you look 20. I don't even know how old Vegeta is, but he looks 20 too!'
Vegeta turned the keys and the bus rumbled to life. He exited the parking lot and took off down the street. 'I'm 85. Older if you count the years in the room of spirit and time. Actually, when I was 20 I was still a kid. I didn't come to look like I do now until 25. It's all part of being a pure blooded Saiya-jin.' A short silence came over the coach, when Vegeta ran over a pothole in the road, causing the whole bus to rattle.
'Vegeta, I hate to complain, but why the hell can't you get a hover bus like everyone else?' asked Matt. 'This has to be the only thing with wheels on the road. The way the bus shakes is disorientating.'
'What can I say?' Vegeta slammed his foot down on the gas pedal and turned to the highway, which was bustling with hovering autos. 'I'm a classicist. Besides, it's a symbol of my power. You have to be very rich to afford a vintage coach, and very powerful to get past the laws about fossil fuels. Normally things like this are kept in museums, not doing 150 on a public road.'
'Your doing 180 pops,' pointed out Axel, who was looking over his father's shoulder. Vegeta looked down at the speedometer.
'So I am.' He sped up to 220.
'Gee dad, if you went any faster you might break the speed limit,' said Axel sarcastically. The speed limit was 80 for manual drivers and 180 for vehicles with automatic drive.
'Rubbish. Road laws for vehicles with combustion engines ceased to exist years ago. Hey, let's put the nitro on!' Vegeta's hand wandered to the switch that could blast the bus to speeds normally impossible for anything on the road.
'NO!!' came the shouts of everyone. His hand retracted.
'Ok, ok! No need to be bitchy. I wasn't really gonna do it here. I'm saving it for a housing estate anyway. Might be able to kill someone.'
'Vegeta,' warned Pan.
'What? You knew I was evil when you bonded to me!' exclaimed Vegeta.
'Vegeta,' began Pan in a deadpan tone. 'Nobody buys that "I'm evil and I'm gonna destroy this mud ball planet any minute now" act. You're as evil as Britney Spears is talented.'
'That was low! Even Kakarott was more evil than that!' protested Vegeta.
'Who's Britney Spears?' asked Axel.
'Nobody worth mentioning again, son,' said Pan with a yawn before laying back in her bed and getting under the covers. 'I'm going to sleep guys. We have a long concert to go to, but first Vegeta and I have that fucking board meeting tomorrow. We're sleeping on the way there. Axel, take the wheel. Vegeta, come to bed,' she said with open arms. Vegeta got up and stretched. He walked over to the bunk bed Pan was in and got in with her before closing the curtains that hung from the bed above them so that they were surrounded on all sides. Axel took the wheel drove towards Saiya-jin City (Formerly called Satan city). Matt and Angela got into their respective beds and closed their curtains. Silence ensued for the better part of ten minutes.
Almost as an afterthought, Axel said, 'And no sex while I'm awake,' which was followed up by some scrambling and hushed whispers coming from Pan and Vegeta's bed. Axel smirked and turned on the radio before settling into his seat.
'Jesus Christ. that last song was fast!' exclaimed Pan.
'Yeah, I know what you mean,' said Matt. 'My fingers click when ever I move them after playing for that long. Next time let's drop a few songs, yay?' he suggested hopefully, even though he knew they couldn't. Pan sighed and shook her head tiredly.
'Nay. We can't let our fans down,' she pointed out after she slumped into her bed and lay down. 'We said 20 songs, and we have to stick to 20 songs.'
'Not necessarily,' said Vegeta as he got into the drivers seat of the massive bus. 'Vegeta Enterprises owns us, and I own Vegeta Enterprises. We could do whatever we want,' he finished cockily. Angela scoffed.
'You mean you and Pan own it,' she reminded.
'Yeah, but if me, Vegeta, Axel and Kakaratt die, Vegeta Enterprises goes to you and Matt,' said Pan, who was rolling her head on the pillow.
Axel spoke up for the first time, as he was eating before. 'Bhut mouthure,' Pan interrupted him.
'Swallow,' she instructed in a deadpan tone. He swallowed his food and started again.
'But mom, you know we won't all die. It takes a lot to kill a Super Saiya-jin,' he said while puffing out his chest. Pan sighed. He had the facial features of Goku, and his eyes too, but had that impure and slightly twisted look that Vegeta carried. His hair cascaded down his back in thick black strands, but was very human like, and wasn't spiky like a Saiya-jins'. He was a goth who was happy more often than not, but was manic depressive, and frequently fell into suicidal fits of depression. Even when happy, he was rarely hyper, like his sister.
'Oh really?'
'Yeah! We're invincible! Nothing can kill a Super Saiya-jin!' he declared. Pan sighed and glared at Vegeta.
'Vegeta, you're the one who always tells him this crap.' She turned back to Axel. 'Remember the tale of your great grandpa Goku? Freeza killed him and he was a Super Saiya-jin. He came back because of the dragon balls, but he was beaten. Vegeta's son from the future was killed, and he was ascended.' Axel just rolled his eyes.
'Yeah whatever. I've heard these stories again and again. I don't even think that there was a Mirai Trunks, and when Goku died he was only at level one,' said Axel skeptically. 'Besides, you two were blown up by a jumbo jet last month, and you came out just fine. Further proof that we're invincible!' This time it was Vegeta who sighed at his son's ego.
He was still unhappy about the loss of all those Vegeta action figures. 'You don't understand! I know it's a setback that we'll get over, but it's the principle of the thing! *Nobody* hijacks a plane transporting action figures of ME and gets away with a simple death! I have the right to flay their skin off and dump them in a salt factory! And......and god knows what they were doing with those dolls. They were anatomically correct,' finished Vegeta suspiciously.
'Thanks for the mental picture dad,' said Axel distastefully. 'Besides, you and mom are the ones that age but never mature.'
'I even went backwards!' stated Vegeta proudly, now forgetting the doll talk.
'We don't really age either. Vegeta looks just like he did when he was 25, and so do I,' said Pan offhandedly.
'Lucky bastards,' grumbled Angela, who while still beautiful, had lost that look of youth. 'I'm nothing but an old maid of 40. You're 40 as well, but you look 20. I don't even know how old Vegeta is, but he looks 20 too!'
Vegeta turned the keys and the bus rumbled to life. He exited the parking lot and took off down the street. 'I'm 85. Older if you count the years in the room of spirit and time. Actually, when I was 20 I was still a kid. I didn't come to look like I do now until 25. It's all part of being a pure blooded Saiya-jin.' A short silence came over the coach, when Vegeta ran over a pothole in the road, causing the whole bus to rattle.
'Vegeta, I hate to complain, but why the hell can't you get a hover bus like everyone else?' asked Matt. 'This has to be the only thing with wheels on the road. The way the bus shakes is disorientating.'
'What can I say?' Vegeta slammed his foot down on the gas pedal and turned to the highway, which was bustling with hovering autos. 'I'm a classicist. Besides, it's a symbol of my power. You have to be very rich to afford a vintage coach, and very powerful to get past the laws about fossil fuels. Normally things like this are kept in museums, not doing 150 on a public road.'
'Your doing 180 pops,' pointed out Axel, who was looking over his father's shoulder. Vegeta looked down at the speedometer.
'So I am.' He sped up to 220.
'Gee dad, if you went any faster you might break the speed limit,' said Axel sarcastically. The speed limit was 80 for manual drivers and 180 for vehicles with automatic drive.
'Rubbish. Road laws for vehicles with combustion engines ceased to exist years ago. Hey, let's put the nitro on!' Vegeta's hand wandered to the switch that could blast the bus to speeds normally impossible for anything on the road.
'NO!!' came the shouts of everyone. His hand retracted.
'Ok, ok! No need to be bitchy. I wasn't really gonna do it here. I'm saving it for a housing estate anyway. Might be able to kill someone.'
'Vegeta,' warned Pan.
'What? You knew I was evil when you bonded to me!' exclaimed Vegeta.
'Vegeta,' began Pan in a deadpan tone. 'Nobody buys that "I'm evil and I'm gonna destroy this mud ball planet any minute now" act. You're as evil as Britney Spears is talented.'
'That was low! Even Kakarott was more evil than that!' protested Vegeta.
'Who's Britney Spears?' asked Axel.
'Nobody worth mentioning again, son,' said Pan with a yawn before laying back in her bed and getting under the covers. 'I'm going to sleep guys. We have a long concert to go to, but first Vegeta and I have that fucking board meeting tomorrow. We're sleeping on the way there. Axel, take the wheel. Vegeta, come to bed,' she said with open arms. Vegeta got up and stretched. He walked over to the bunk bed Pan was in and got in with her before closing the curtains that hung from the bed above them so that they were surrounded on all sides. Axel took the wheel drove towards Saiya-jin City (Formerly called Satan city). Matt and Angela got into their respective beds and closed their curtains. Silence ensued for the better part of ten minutes.
Almost as an afterthought, Axel said, 'And no sex while I'm awake,' which was followed up by some scrambling and hushed whispers coming from Pan and Vegeta's bed. Axel smirked and turned on the radio before settling into his seat.