"I'd like four number fives, Super Sized and ten of each of the other Value Meals. No, better make that fifteen and Super Size them all." I smiled at the man behind the counter.
He looked at me, "Dude, you're joking, right?"
"No, though I wish I was from the amount this is going to cost. My family eats a lot."
"Uh, okay. Let me ring this up. Man… even my brothers and me don't eat as much as that…" He muttered to himself as he rung up the food and I paid the abhorrent amount.
"Thanks…" I muttered half-heartedly and moved on down to where I would pick up the food. I sent Zar and the chibis to where we would sit. I chuckled quietly to myself as I saw the people who assembled the meals stare at the monitor for a few moments in disbelief. Then, slowly, they started to get the great amount of food together. "Kakarot, stop drooling." I hissed in disgust, "Remember my threat…"
"But… but… food…" Kakarot looked like he was about to leap over the counter and attack the people with the fast food.
"Kakarot, if you so much as touch one fry before we sit down, I swear I will cut off your hand."
"Okay…" Kakarot sighed and watched the last of the food be placed on one of the trays. Mike, Vegeta, Kakarot, Piccolo, Bana, Krillin and I all grabbed two trays and there were still six left. We brought those back to our tables and then Mike, Krillin and I headed back for the last trays.
I tapped one of the ladies assembling the meals on the shoulder. "Excuse me," I said politely, "Can I have five cups for water?" She nodded and gave me the water cups. I followed Mike and Krillin back to the tables and then moved the stuff off one of the trays and onto another. I brought the tray and the cups back to the drink area, aware of all the odd looks our food was getting. I got a handful of straws and then filled up four of the cups with ketchup and the fifth with water. That got even more odd looks.
When I sat back down at one of the two tables, I handed Piccolo his water. He eyed it suspiciously before taking it. "Straw or no?" I asked him, watching the Saiyans and Krillin get their drinks out of the corner of my eye.
"Yeah, I'll take a straw." I handed it to him and then turned back to my meal of Chicken McNuggets and fries… which wasn't there.
I turned a frosty glare on Zar. "What?" he asked innocently, holding my meal and his close, "I'm hungry!"
"Give. Me. My. Food." I snarled. He gulped and gave me back the food. I smiled sweetly, "Thanks." I turned to face across the table and my gaze met Mike's.
"You like McDonalds, huh?" he asked.
"How could you tell?" I answered sarcastically.
"By all the ketchup you brought the Saiyans," he answered, pointing a fry in their direction. I looked and nearly gagged. Kakarot had ketchup smeared over his face and his son looked the same. Even Vegeta had a large blob in his hair that he hadn't noticed yet. Only Trunks was eating with a minimum of a mess. He just had a small splatter on his chin.
"Messy eaters…" Bana observed.
"No duh!" Mike grinned.
"Even my cousin didn't do that with his ketchup at the age of two!" I said in disgust as Goten rubbed his face with a sleeve, rubbing the ketchup into his eyebrows.
"I feel ill…" Mike mumbled, putting a hand on his mouth.
Bana got my attention by tapping on my shoulder. She looked at my brother oddly, "Is it just me, or your brother's learning their eating habits?"
"What?" I looked at Zar. Sure enough, the little bastard had eaten two Super Sized Value Meals and was working his way through a third. "What the hell?" I muttered quietly.
"I told you, sis!" Zar grinned through a mouth filled with half-chewed chicken nuggets and fries, "I'm hungry!"
"Excuse me!" Mike stood up suddenly and ran toward the bathroom.
"Poor guy…" Zar grinned wickedly and then ate another fry, "Luckily, he didn't eat much of his food before he felt the need." He reached a hand toward Mike's unprotected Big Mac™. I grabbed his wrist and pressed down hard on the pressure point. With a small yelp, he jerked his hand out of my grip and nursed it while glaring at me. "Fat ass bitch…" he muttered.
"I heard that you little bastard. Now, read my lips: I don't have to take any shit from you because, at this moment, I don't feel like dealing with it! I've had a very stressful, and money leaching, day and I don't need you fucking it up any more." I felt someone tap on my shoulder, "What?" I snarled and turned.
A girl of about my age was standing behind my chair. She wore black clothing, was about as tall as Vegeta and reminded me vaguely of him. She gave me an unnerving Vegeta-like smirk and said, "Is the brat annoying?"
"Yeah. Who're you?" I was scared by her use of the word 'brat'. I blinked, "Wait, you're Rogue, right? From the AAC?"
"Yeah, and you're Omega!" Rogue stuck out a hand and we shook.
"Well, what do want?" I said, trying to make the words come out nicely.
"I was wondering if those guys… well, the amount they're eating… and the hair… nah… sorry for wasting your time, Omega. I guess I'll see you at the next meeting." Rogue heaved a sigh and turned.
"They are Saiyans." I waited to see her reaction.
"Okay…" she turned and looked at Kakarot, Vegeta and the two chibis again, "Pinch me, I must be dreaming." Mike, who had just returned from the restroom, reached over and pinched her arm. She grabbed the injured spot and glared at him for a moment, "Ow, Damn it! I didn't mean literally!"
"Sorry," I apologized for him, "Mike here's a bit slow on the uptake."
"Am not…" Mike muttered and went back to eating.
Rogue and I laughed. "Hey Rogue! It's good to see you!" Bana exclaimed. Zar noticed Rogue and looked at her with a gleam in his eye. She glared back at him and he grinned evilly. With a collective groan, we three girls retreated to the table that was not occupied by males.
"Your brother's queer." Rogue stated.
"Amen to that…" I muttered and glanced over at him. He was drawing on the table with a ketchup-covered fry.
"Is he on medication?" Bana asked.
"No, but he should be."
"Okay, the short guy with flame-like hair. That's Vegeta, correct?" Rogue asked.
"Yes, and I've claimed him." Bana growled.
"Hey! All's fair in love and war!" Rogue snarled back.
"I'm fighting for a slice of that ass too!" I said firmly, "He's mine!"
"No way! I'm going to beat you all and take that royal hunk to my place!" Bana exclaimed.
"I could beat you in a fight any day!" Rogue taunted.
"I could take you both on and whoop your…" my statement was cut short when we three noticed that the rest of our party were looking at us.
"What were you fighting about?" Zar asked, the gleam still in his eye.
"Uh…" Bana elbowed me and hissed, "Think of something quick!"
"Who's getting the right to pound your ass five feet into the ground, little brother." I grinned sadistically.
Zar gulped and, to take the spotlight off us, Mike clapped his hands together. "Okay, kids, clean up and we'll take you back to school. Then the rest of us can go back to Bouke's place to crash."
We dropped the chibis off and then headed back to my place to 'crash', as Mike put it. And crash we did. Kakarot flopped down on the couch and began to snore. Vegeta staked a claim on my dad's chair and napped there. Piccolo went to my backyard to mediate and Krillin perched on the kitchen counter to watch the small kitchen TV.
"Rogue, Bana, Bouke? Can you come in here for a sec?" Mike asked, gesturing toward the door to the garage. On the way to my house, Rogue had been told the entire story and introduced to everyone.
"Sure thing," I replied. The other two shrugged and we all followed Mike down into the garage.
"Whoa! You have a lot of technological crud down here!" Bana exclaimed as we entered the garage/workshop.
"Yeah, my tousan's literally a mad genius. Or just plain mad. He tinkers with computers and stuff, trying to make them go faster, hold more data… that kind of stuff."
"Cool."
Mike cleared his throat. We turned our attention to him. He was sitting on a workbench. "Well? Spit it out, Mike!" I said impatiently.
"We haven't got all day!" Rogue tapped her foot.
"I think… I think I know a way to send the DBZ guys home." Mike announcement was met with one reaction: wails of anguish.
"Nooooooooooooooooo!" I cried, "I need to take a picture of Vegeta naked! You can't do this to me, Mike! Think of all the things I've done for you! Please, old pal! Don't do this to me!" I grabbed his shirt and shook him hard.
"You act as if this is the end of the world!" Mike tried to pry my hands off his shirt but was unsuccessful.
"But it is!" we all wailed together.
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Jeril: A kinda cliffhanger, huh? If any of you can guess what Mike is going to try, I'll… I'll… erm… give you a prize of some kind… Oh yes! I added Rogue in because she's been a loyal reviewer of this fic for many chaps and…
Vegeta: You needed to find someone to fill up empty room! Admit it! *pats Shnookums on the head absentmindedly*
Jeril: Not true! *growls at Vegeta* Be nice to me! It's my birthday today! *some person brings Jeril a cake and Jeril blows out all the candles* I wish people would review because they're nice!!
Kakarot: *is hugging a stuffed animal turtle and humming to himself*
Vegeta: *whispers to Jeril* Has Kakarot gone mad?
Kakarot: Lalala… Little Sugar Lump…
Jeril: *chortles* Sugar Lump! It's name is Sugar Lump? First, Shnookums, now Sugar Lump? What next? Honey Bear? *gets control of herself* To the reviewers: If you'd like, leave a description of yourself in your review. I may or I may not add you to my story. It all depends whether or not I need an extra character or something.
Vegeta: Jeril? Aren't you forgetting something? *holds up a furry, platypus-like creature and puts a ki blast close to it's head threateningly*
Jeril: GOOGLE!! *knees Vegeta and recovers her googles* How dare you touch Google the Googles? Bastard… *pets Google's head comfortingly*
