Journal Entries
Beaner-Bop
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A/N: To Capra124- Gohan did go to school around 17, 18, but I had him say 22 as a joke. He didn't want to be a teenager basically and that was the first age that came to him… so…
Screw people my age, I'm 22 and holding!
A wonderful joke that I took from Garfield ^.^
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Disclaimer: Don't Own…
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Pan's Birthday
Why me? I'm innocent! I didn't do anything wrong! So how exactly did I get roped into doing Pan's birthday party?
I'm going to kill you Dende.
And I'm going to beg Videl for mercy that she never let's me near them again.
Have you seen the little demons that Pan befriended? They're scarier than anything I've ever seen (except Videl angry, which is why I caved to do this in the first place…). All 'I want my dolly! Gimmee gimmee!' or 'I want your presents! You don' need 'em!', gah! One kid's after my heart though, first thing out of her mouth was 'When's cake?'. When I saw who it was I wanted to die.
It was none other than Bra Briefs and wherever Bra is, daddy sure isn't to far behind. Either that or a beat up Trunks if 'daddy' is to busy training.
It was Vegeta who walked through the door right behind her, glaring at all the decorations. We were at some Pizza place that had a sort of 'fun gym' inside of it. Gah, gym… that brings back scary memories.
Anyway, when I saw that Vegeta had come to the party I knew that I was going to die… along with some kids. I'd call them innocent but none of them really are.
Do you know that all the parents have to come to this party too? Every single PARENT. They're worse than the kids! The kids are angels compared to their parents! And trust me - this MEANS something.
All that came out of their mouths was 'Oh, I got this huge raise from my boss because I moved 4454353653 trillion boxes in under an hour!' and 'Well I got a raise for helping 2343 gazillion people in under HALF an hour, thank you very much!'. The good news though is that I shut them up by saying, 'Well, I'm a scholar, but most of the money I make, along with the guy in spandex (yes, he really wore the damn things), is from entering tournaments where we beat up people, for fun.' Okay, so technically I don't get a big thrill out of fighting, news flash, I hate any kind but damn was that little white lie funny when you saw their faces change purple. (I made sure I took my glasses off when I was saying that, I know for a fact it wouldn't have been as effective if I was wearing them.)
Anyway, once everyone was there we started doing games. Now, these little kids are all around Panny's age, which is seven, so they already knew a good handful of games and all the parents had to do was lean back and supervise. Or in Vegeta's case, glare at all the parents if they tried to do something to help their kids win. NO! I did NOT help him with this! I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!
Okay, so maybe I might've glared a little, and maybe growled…kinda…but they were trying to cheat for their kids! It's not faaaaaaaaaaaaaaair.
I'll stop being immature now.
Uh…where was I? Oh yeah…games.
The first game we played was 'musical chairs'. At first I thought this would all be sorta neat, ya know? But damn they were ferocious! Pulling hair, biting, tugging teeth - the adults, not the kids. They were playing musical chairs like they were supposed to and one girl got butted out. She sniffled lightly but didn't make a show. She knew that she got out of there fairly… but her mother didn't.
She started going on about how that other kid should be out, not HER baby! And than the mother to that kid came over and the two started bickering. The second lady accidentally pointed to another girl which brought that girl's FATHER over and the fight continued…and got larger and larger and larger.
I think the kids were starting to see a problem because they all stopped moving around the chairs when I had the music going (they might've been tired. Is ten minutes a long time to keep the music running for girl's at this age?) They just stared and stared, not to mention listened. The words these parent's were pouring out, at a seven year old girl's BIRTHDAY party!
Okay, so by this time I was getting pissed, but it was understandable, right? RIGHT? These parent's were cursing their heads off at a SEVEN YEAR OLD'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!!! I already said that? Woops…
Anyway, I stood up and was beginning to speak but Vegeta beat me to the punch.
"WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE HFIL UP?! I'VE GOT A DAUGHTER HERE AND I WANT HER VOCABULARY TO BE AS CLEAN AS IT WAS WHEN WE CAME INTO THIS D-" He looked down at Bra, "ARN F-reaking place…" At this point all the parents were shaking in their shoes and the kids were giggling. (demons I tell you! DEMONS!!!!)
After that outburst everything was actually a lot easier. It started to get bad again when a food fight started with the cake. None of the parents commented on it for some reason though… (And all eyes look towards me. I'll be entirely honest though. I did 'sorta' stop the food fight. Vegeta said this stupid comment that he knew I would here and no one else so then I picked up some food and threw it at him. All the kids were laughing, I kept them entertained, and Vegeta helped when he threw some food back at me. Some kid yelled 'FOOD FIGHT' but at this point it really didn't matter 'cuz everyone was getting pelted with cake. Including the adults who didn't take any cake. Can you believe Vegeta and I were the ONLY ONES who took some cake? I wonder why those people were depriving themselves? Aw well, they still got a lot of food on their business suits, heh heh heh…)
All in all, I guess that it was fun. The party I mean. Vegeta, strangely enough is the only reason I lived though. Along, of course, with the fact that I was there for my daughter and Videl's glare.
I'd write more but I'm out of time.
-Gohan
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A/N: These are not in any certain order, so the next one I write could be when it's Goten's 5th birthday or something like that. Just to warn ya, laterz.
Beaner-Bop
