I picked up my bag and headed out of the showers, kicking Jon who was trying to get a look. "Maybe you and Master Roshi should get together some time and trade magazines, eh?" I said to him as he picked himself up.

"Master Roshi? You mean the Master Roshi? You think I'd be good enough to be in his exalted presence?" Jon babbled at me. Damn it! I forgot he was a DBZ enthusiast.

"Um, yeah. Sure. Whatever." I kicked him again and met Vegeta and Kakarot out in the hallway. Mike arrived a few minutes later.

"Bouke. Let me drive the car. You look exhausted." Mike said to me as we followed the hallway clearing Saiyans to my car.

"You just don't want to sit in the back. Also, what makes you think I'd let you drive Joe?" I asked. Vegeta stopped and looked at me with an odd look.

"Joe?" Kakarot said with a clearly confused look.

"Yeah, didn't you name your car?" I said and patted the hood of my hunter green car.

"Uh, Bouke? That's not really… erm… normal, shall I say?" Mike said, hiding a smile behind one hand. Vegeta though, didn't have any scruples about bursting out laughing right there in the school's parking lot. As I glared at him, Kakarot joined in with the merriment. Then it was Mike's turn. I stood there, clutching my fists and swearing a blue streak at the bunch of lunatics.  People were staring at us and pointing.

Then, I grabbed Mike by the throat, picked him up, opened the car door and threw him in, gently though. I glared at Kakarot and Vegeta. "Which one of you is next?" I hissed dangerously.

"Him!" Kakarot pointed at Vegeta and I looked at the Saiyan no Ouji.

He smirked at me. "Just try to throw me in there, ikeike." He said in that sexy voice of his.

"I won't try anything Vegeta. You will show your submission to me by getting in there of your own accord." I said with a smirk to rival his own. Vegeta got a look on his face that was very peculiar. It quickly turned to anger though. He stomped off; making hairline cracks in the pavement of the parking lot.

Mike climbed out of the car. "I'll look after him. But you owe me for that choking thing." I nodded and he ran off after Vegeta.

"I hope Vegeta doesn't hurt him," Kakarot muttered, echoing my own thoughts.

"Yeah. Come on, we're going to pick up the chibis." I climbed into the car and Kakarot got into the passenger's seat.

We picked up the boys and headed home. The entire time, Zar told them about how great the mall was, the awesome shops there, the completely spiffy food court (his words, not mine) and the kick ass fountain where, if you were quick and little, you could get a lot of free change. At this remark, I fixed him with my deadly evil eye look. It didn't seem to work very well as I was looking in the back view mirror and all he had to do was slink down to avoid my gaze.

When we arrived at the house, Vegeta and Mike were standing on the porch and to my great surprise; they were actually having an intelligent conversation. Well, it's not that I doubted Vegeta or Mike's ability to hold an intelligent conversation; it's just that I thought Vegeta's initial hostility toward Mike and Mike's scholarly ways would create a big gap between them.

As it turned out, the topic was about Dragonball Z so Vegeta would be one of the few experts on the subject and Mike was interested in it. Scary, I thought to myself as I opened the door with my key, they actually have something in common. Mike was trying to find out what Saga the guys were from. They were obviously after Cell and we were thinking that it was sometime after the Majin Buu Saga but before Dragonball GT.

"So guys… What do you want for dinner?" I asked as I flopped onto the couch with a large sigh.

"How about McDonalds!" Zar yelled and began bouncing around.

I groaned, "Zar, you know how many big Macs it'd take to feed these walking stomachs?"

"Uh… a lot?"

"Yeah, and you know how much big Macs cost?"

"A lot?"

"When you add it all up."

"Okay… But isn't kaasan and tousan paying for all this?"

"When they see the bills, they won't." I assured him and thought about all the money I was losing. "And I had been saving up for a new car too…"

"It's okay, Bouke. You've got a novel you've almost completed, right? It'll be a best seller, I know it." Mike tried to cheer me up. I gave him an icy glare and stomped into the kitchen. I ripped open the refrigerator and groaned.

"KAMI DAMN YOU SAIYANS!" I howled and with the side of my fist I punched the wall. I slammed the fridge door closed and looked at the wall where I had hit it. There was a hole one-inch deep. "Fucking shit… kaasan's gonna be pissed about that." I muttered to myself and stomped back into the living room. Kakarot and Vegeta were looking at each other with raised eyebrows. Goten and Trunks stared at me with wide eyes and then tears started to form in them.

"You hate us!" Goten sniffed pathetically and then burst into tears. I stood and watched the two demi-Saiyans create a puddle on the living room carpet.

"Don't cry guys." I said and tried to smile. I just scowled at them and that made them cry more. "No, seriously. I can't stand kids when they cry." Zar saw the reaction the chibis were evoking in me and so he followed suit. I rubbed my face and glared at the ceiling in frustration. Why me? Kami, why me? DAMN YOU! I mentally shouted and then got down on my knees. I looked at all three of the chibis and suddenly I felt like crying myself.

Instead, I kept a stiff upper lip and said, "If you stop crying, I'll take you to the mall right now and buy you each a toy."

Zar stopped crying and Goten sniffled to a stop and wiped his eyes and nose on Trunks' sleeve while Trunks wiped his eyes and his nose on Goten's. "You… y-you really mean it?" Goten said and sniffled again while giving me the infamous Son Puppy Eyes™.

I bit my lip and then mumbled, "Yeah."

"Will you also take us to the food court?" Zar rubbed his eye with an expression I hadn't seen for about three years.

"Sure, gutei." I slightly smiled.

"Promise?" Trunks asked in the corniest, cutest, most heart-wrenching voice I had ever heard.

"I promise." I said solemnly.

"YEAH!" all the chibis started dancing around and jumping up and down in utter happiness.

"Wait a damned second!" I shouted and Zar froze while the other two boys kept bouncing around, "YOU WERE TRICKING ME!"

"What did you expect, Bouke? Actual crying from us?" Zar said with a smirk and joined the chibis in their chant. "We get a toy and candy! We get a toy and candy!" I watched the brats party around the living room, and realized exactly how gullible I was.

"Bouke…" Mike said with a smirk that was almost identical to Zar's, "I don't want to say this but…"

"You're a baka." Kakarot said with another smirk.

"A complete and utter baka." Vegeta smirked also. I looked around at all the smirking faces and felt alone. The world's gone mad… my mind whispered to itself and I sat down on the couch, staring at nothing.

"Bouke?" Mike looked at me oddly.

The world's plotting against me…

"Reishi?" Zar asked and crawled up beside me.

Everyone hates me…

"Ikeike, snap out of it! I'm hungry!" the Saiyan no Ouji shouted.

I'm only here to serve others and get nothing in return…

"Shut up Vegeta!" Kakarot yelled back.

Nobody wants me around… SMACK! I looked up dazedly to see Vegeta standing over me, rubbing his hand and muttering. He noticed me looking at him and he walked over and I think, though the smack might have messed with my vision, he was blushing.

"Bouke! Take us to the mall now!" Zar called out as he dashed out of the house, forgetting about my depressive spell. The chibis ran out after him.

I glanced at Mike, "You watch Kakarot and Vegeta for me?"

"If you bring home the bacon," he said with a sly smile.

"Good enough for me." I sighed and tromped out after the brats. It was going to be a long, long time before I came back to the house. I could feel it in my bones and knew it from experience.

"GOTEN? TRUNKS? ZAAAAAAR?" I yelled out their names as I dashed around the mall. I kept on getting glimpses of them but Zar was leading the little bastards well. "GET BACK HERE NOW!" I saw them running past the fountains, grabbing change as they shot past. I barreled after them and ran straight into a brick wall.

Rubbing my aching neck, I looked up and into the face of Mad Mall Marvin. "H-hey!" I said, trying to sound cheerful.

"You're taking crack, aren't you? Or is it speed?" Marvin looked very crazy at the moment. His hair was sticking up every which way and it reminded me of Kakarot vaguely.

"I'm not on any drugs, mister! I'm just trying to catch my cousins and my brother!" I pushed past him and dashed off, following the mad giggling.

I finally caught them in the food court, where the cinnamon rolls at Cinnabun were entrancing them. "How many?" I panted and pulled out my credit card.

"Two for me!" Zar said with a string of drool running down his chin.

"Twenty for me!" Goten was drooling also.

"And another twenty!" Trunks, thankfully, wasn't drooling.

"You heard 'em." I said to the fellow behind the counter. He shook his head in amazement and began to put the trays by the cash register.

"That'll be a total of forty-one seventy-nine." The man said and I handed him the credit card as the chibis carried the trays over to a table. I got back my card and trotted over to where they were inhaling the food.

"That hungry?" I asked them and they all nodded vigorously. "Okay, we'll get dinner next. Pizza. Domino's Pizza!" Zar cheered, spraying me with cinnamon rolls chunks and I grabbed him and gave him a noogie. "Take this brat!"

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Jeril: Well… Jon's messed up, that's for sure. And Kakarot! I never knew you were that evil!

Vegeta: I've been giving him pointers on his evilness.

Kakarot: Yeah right Vegeta! I learned it all from your son! *Vegeta growls*

Jeril: Stop bickering you two. Disclaimer: I don't own McDonalds, Cinnabun or Domino's Pizza. I love all their food. Gaaaaah! I'm hungry now!! *sniffles and eats a cyber French fry* I don't own ANY of the restaurants mentioned in this fic unless I say so! THERE LAWYERS!! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?