I stuck two of the chickens in the oven and set the timer to go off when they were ready. I sighed. Six more of those to go and two turkeys. Kami! Why couldn't I have a few other stoves! I walked to the laundry room to put the wet clothes in the dryer and then I began to do a load of jeans.
As I was shaking out a pair of pants, something fell from them. I picked up the device and turned it over. Then I recognized it, "Wow… a Dragonball Radar…" I thought for a moment, "Yo! Trunks!" I yelled out, sure that wherever he was hiding his Saiyan hearing would pick up my voice.
Sure enough, after a minute or two, he and Goten zipped into the laundry room, "You called?" Trunks asked.
"Yeah, I found this in your pocket," I showed him the radar.
"Oh yeah! I forgot I had that."
"I was wondering… if I could maybe keep it. You know, as a memento kind of thing. To remember you all by." I asked.
"Eh… well…" Trunks chewed over my question with his mental teeth while he chewed his lip with his physical ones.
"Trunks, gimme. I growled.
"Well… I dunno…" Trunks looked indesicive.
"GIMME THE RADAR! GIMME NOW!"
"Okay, OKAY! I guess my mom won't mind because you had to feed us and take care of us for a while!" Trunks backed a step away.
"Thanks Trunks! You don't know how much this means to me!" I gave the lavender-haired demi-Saiyan a hug.
Vicky walked in at that moment. She had obviously been following the demi-Saiyans. "AHHHH!" she screamed, "GET YOUR PAWS OFF MY TRUNKS-CHAN!"
"Whoa! I'm not trying to steal your Trunks!" I said, letting go of the demi-Saiyan who immediately flew as high as he could get in the room and clung to the ceiling, a crazed look in his eye. I backed away from Vicky who was brandishing a frying pan, "Hey! I'm a straight Vegetarian! Believe me, I only have a slight interest in Mirai. Besides, the Chibi's too young for me."
Vicky looked at me for a few more moments before nodding in agreement. "Okay, but if you hug him one more time…" she left the threat hanging and shook her frying pan at me.
"I get the point!" I busied myself with stroking the radar, "My precioussss… my precioussss… I won't let those nassssty demi-Saiyanssss near you, precioussss…" Goten gave me an odd look, "Samuel and Gollum," I explained, "two of my favorite twisted creatures."
"Help me!" Trunks wailed as Goten ran out of the room, leaving his friend to his inevitable fate. Vicky grinned up at her prey. Trunks looked around wildly and then noticed the door on the ceiling. He opened it and slid into the attic. While Vicky took her anger at loosing Trunks out on a nearby chair, I threw the chibi up a flashlight. He grinned his thanks and then quickly closed the door.
"I've lost him! I finally found my Trunks-chan and I lost him! I'm a disgrace to Trunks Fans everywhere!" Vicky wailed and bashed the hell out of the chair.
"Eh, Vicky," I said when she took a breath.
"What?" she snarled at me, prolly still thinking that I was after Trunks.
"He'll have to come down for dinner…" I left it hanging like she had. The meaning dawned on her and she grinned wickedly.
"You're a great, great person, what's your name again?"
"Bouke, but you can call my Bo." We shook hands.
"Well, I best be off! I have many, many things to plot!" Vicky skipped out of the room humming a happy sounding tune.
"Kids're getting stranger and stranger these days…" I muttered to myself as I put the jeans in the washer and started it up.
"I agree!" Bana said as she entered the room, "I mean, look at your little brother! He is one messed up child!"
"Can't argue with that." I answered and lifted myself up by the arms so I could sit on the dryer.
Goten peeked his head around the corner, "Where…" he obviously feared the worst for his friend.
"Attic," I pointed at the door. I love playing both sides… It's so… so… diabolical! Goten grinned and flew up to knock on it.
"What's the password?" came Trunks' muffled voice.
Goten was baffled, "Password? Um… uh… please?"
"Good enough for now!" Trunks opened the door and Goten zipped in.
As Trunks began to close it, I said, "Hold up a moment, kid!" I dashed off to the pantry where I got three bags of chips and a large bottle of soda. I handed it up to the boys. "That should hold you until dinner, and in the meantime, make up a password or secret knock or something."
"Will do!" Goten ripped open the bag of chips and began munching while Trunks replaced the door.
"Demi-Saiyans…" I muttered and Bana chuckled.
"Yeah, they're harder to understand then normal Saiyans."
"Maybe it's the mix of two genetically different races. I wonder if it's easier for them to go insane." I mused.
"It's a good idea for a fic…" Bana said. I could almost imagine the gears beginning to turn in her mind.
"Don't steal! It's my idea!" I growled.
"Okay, okay! Calm down!" Bana shook her head, "You are way too overprotective of your ideas and characters."
"Yeah, one time one of my friends insulted one of my characters and I didn't speak to him again for a few months." (A/N: Very, very true. It was hard but then I forgot why I was angry at him. -_- Kami, I'm such a baka)
"That's just plain odd."
"I know, but it's me and they learn to live with it."
"How many friends have you lost because of it?"
"A few," I shook my head at my own stupidity and wandered back to the kitchen to check on the chicken.
I put the first turkey in the oven and wiped my forehead on my sleeve. The kitchen was getting so hot and steamy from all the cooking that it felt like a sauna! I checked on the broccoli, then on the rice, then the mashed potatoes and the final thing was the corn, green beans and carrots. I sighed and opened the freezer. I smiled as the cold air blew out on me. Thank Kami for fridges! I thought to myself as I took out an ice pack and put that on top of my head. Bana looked in the freezer for another one but she had to make do with a bag of corn.
"You look like an idiot." I commented.
"Well, if anyone else says that, I'll just beat the shit out of them." Bana said with a grin.
"Ooo, strong words but would you really?"
"Eh, depends on how big they are. If they're ye high," Bana held out her hand at her collarbone, "I'd take them on."
"Me too. Anyone taller then that is just… is just… er, too tall."
"I'd take on any of them!" Rogue announced from where she was camped out in front of the open refrigerator.
"Why don't you people just open the windows?" Zar asked as he walked through the kitchen.
"Eh…" if we had been in an anime we would have sweatdropped, "why don't you do that for us, gutei?"
"Why should I?" he answered.
"I'll tell you where the chibis are camped out," I offered.
"Okay!" Zar dashed off and opened all the windows in the living room and dining room.
"They're in the attic. Tell them dinner'll be ready in an hour." I said.
"Will do!" Zar ran off.
"Why're all the little kids in a hurry these days?" Bana asked.
"I dunno… It's just weird…" I climbed up onto the counter and stretched out on it.
"Yeah, rush, rush, rush. That's all they do! Run around or play video games!" Rogue answered. We talked more while waiting for the turkey to cook.
When it finished, Bana put in the next one while Rogue and I went and checked on how everything else was coming along. Krillin walked into the kitchen. He had bandages over most of his body and he was hobbling along as if every movement hurt like hell. He tilted his head upwards, "What smells so good?"
"How the bloody hell are you able to smell anything anyway, monk boy? You don't have a nose!" Rogue hissed.
Krillin paled and began to stumble backwards, "I-i-it's you!"
"How nice to now that I'm remembered fondly." Rogue grinned.
"Eh, is it just me or does Krillin appear traumatized?" Bana asked.
"Yeah, I don't think he's gonna recover from this anytime soon." I shook my head and watched the ex-monk with amusement.
"G-get away from me, y-you freak!" Krillin wailed and ran out of the kitchen.
Rogue chuckled, "Well, I'll sleep better knowing that I'm haunting his nightmares."
"Hmmmm, congratulations Rogue! You're the first person from our world to terrorize a DBZ character! You should win an award or something!" Bana grinned.
I looked at them both and sighed, "You both are insane…" They glared at me, "But! Hell! I am too! So, let's another destructive thing to Krillin!" Rogue threw back her head and laughed maniacally. Bana and I joined in.
Kakarot walked in and looked at us, "Am I interrupting something?" he asked.
"Let's say we target him too!" Bana's grin grew as she jerked a thumb in Kakarot's direction.
"Oiy! Nice one!" I turned an evil smirk on Kakarot. He did an about face and walked back out of the kitchen.
"I would suggest putting honey in Krillin's shampoo but he doesn't have hair anymore so let's do that to Goku!" Bana suggested.
"Yeah! And let's steal all their underwear!" I added. Bana and Rogue looked at me and backed away slightly, "We'll have to handle them with prongs seeing that they do grace the lower areas of the noseless wonder and the baka. Then, we dump 'em off somewhere where the bakas won't be able to find them for a looooong time."
"Okay!" Bana wiped some sweat off her forehead and made a relieved sound, "For a moment I thought you wanted to keep the underwear."
"No way! That's just disgusting!" I shuddered at the thought.
"Yeah! They prolly have, erg, stains on them!" Rogue added with a disgusted look.
"Okay! New topic!" I twitched, "I'm having really bad images of crusty underwear!"
"Yeah, me too! So, what fanfics are you guys working on?" Rogue asked.
"Well, I've just thought up an idea about a demi-Saiyan, prolly will end up being Vegeta's son, whose human and Saiyan blood don't mix right. So he'll go mad." I said.
"It'll have to be in the angst category then, as he'll probably end up killing friends and relatives, right?" Bana added.
"Of course! He'll kill just about everyone! He's gonna be insane!"
"Can he kill Krillin?" Rogue asked.
"Sure!" I grinned.
"Ooookay, do I want to know what you girls are planning?" Piccolo asked from where he stood.
"Oh! Hey Piccolo!" Rogue greeted the Namekian.
"You kind of sneak up on us there." Bana said.
"'I fear you underestimate the sneakiness, sir.'" I quoted the newest Adam Sandler movie, Mr. Deeds.
"Are you planning to kill anyone?" Piccolo asked.
"Eh, not really. We're just figuring out the plot line of a new fic." I explained.
"Okay, I won't ask anymore. I'm taking your little brother and the other children to the 'zoo' tomorrow. What is a zoo?" Piccolo inquired.
"The zoo?" Bana choked.
"They'll hog-tie you and drag you off to an exhibit!" I said in alarm.
"How'd they get you to take them?" Rogue asked Piccolo.
"That's none of your business," Piccolo replied quickly and I remembered the pics on my brother's computer.
"Blackmail…" I said with a smirk and a chuckle. I shook my head and muttered, "Gutei does me proud."
"What's a zoo?" Piccolo growled.
"It's a menagerie of animals from all over the world. They're fun places but that's if you can keep track of the brats you're going with. Good luck." Bana explained.
"Yeah, break a leg." Rogue added.
"Literally!" I grinned. Piccolo looked at me with a scowl, "Just joshing you."
"Everything's finally done!" Bana said and heaved a large, theatrical sigh.
"I feel like I've sweated off fives pounds!" Rogue said and took a long drink out of a glass of water.
"You probably have!" Bana grabbed her drink and drained it.
"I sure hope those guys can appreciate all this work! I mean, we all slaved over this in a hot kitchen for four whole hours!" I agreed as I set the food down on our large table. We had also set up a card table for the chibis to eat at and we put a half of the chickens and turkeys on that. The big table was for the other half, the vegetables and the rolls.
"DINNER TIME!" Rogue bellowed. The trampling of feet was heard as the starving Saiyans and demi-Saiyans converged upon their defenseless meal. Krillin, Rogue, Bana, Zar and Vicky all quickly filled up their plates before the Saiyans ate everything. Vegeta entered with a little more grace then the others who just ran in and began eating.
"You know what?" I asked Mike as he walked in from his confinement in the garage.
"What?" he asked back as he began to pile his plate with food.
"Watching Kakarot eat could almost make the sight of food disagreeable to one's stomach."
"Bo…" Mike said and just shook his head. I took a leg of chicken and a large helping of mashed potatoes and sat down at my spot to eat.
"Why are you eating so little, ikeike?" Vegeta asked from where he sat across from me, "Are you on a diet or something?"
"No, I'm just not very hungry. Are you on a diet? You haven't touched a crumb." I replied, pointedly looking at his empty plate.
"No, I am not either. I just refuse to eat any of this shit," the Saiyan no Ouji answered.
"What?" I hissed. The table began to quiet down.
"Oh, no… now he's in for it." Zar whispered to Goten.
"It's shit. Probably is all burnt and spoiled."
"Actually, Vegeta. It's really, really-" Trunks shoved a roll in Kakarot's mouth to make him shut up.
"Are you insulting my cooking?" I growled.
"She's been trying to improve her cooking skills for over three years. She's very protective of her skill." Zar explained further.
"Oh, does the baka need me to spell it out for them? Yes, it appears so, ikeike." Vegeta smirked.
I stared at him, pondering what I should do. I came up with something pretty quick as Rogue was mouthing the key word at me: grease. I stood up, not taking my eyes off Vegeta. I circled around the table, still watching him and entered the kitchen. He turned around and watched me suspiciously. I picked up the can of the still slightly warm cooking grease and advanced on him.
"You know what, Vegeta?" I growled as I inched closer to him, "I'm sick and tired of taking crap from you. So, here's compliments from the chef!" by the time I was just about finished, I was right next to him.
Quick as a flash, I grabbed the back of his shirt and emptied the cooking grease into it. Then, I turned around and split ran as fast I could. I listened to him roar in anger as I ran. "Come back, you cowardly baka!" He was just about to run after me but Kakarot restrained him. Vegeta: 1 Bouke: 1! Stupid baka insulted my food… I'm gonna get him back somehow…
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Jeril: Wahoooooooooo!! Fanfiction's up, up, uuuuuuuup!!! Yeah!! *dances around crazily like the Drooling, Swooning, Shower-Loving, Carrot-Hating, Obsessed, Insane Vegeta Fan she is* Anywho, I worked on this while it was down so that it wouldn't take forever to write a new chap. And I made it extra long because I think you all deserved it… and I couldn't stop writing it. Almost 3000 words! YEAH! So… yeah… If any of you are wondering, Samuel is from Sword of Truth and Gollum is from Lord of the Rings (DUH!). Gollum's soooooo cool!!
Kakarot: I feel sooooooo sorry for Piccolo… Having to take those chibis to the zoo…
Jeril: Hey! Don't mention guilt! Guilt is not in my vocabulary.
And speaking of vocabulary: Note to 'Guess': I don't mean to be insulting or anything, I'm just trying to explain myself. I do have a larger vocabulary then the swear words used in this fic, but don't you agree that it gets your point across like a slap in the face if you throw in cuss words? I mean, would you take me seriously if I called someone primordial ooze that was created from a sludge from a being's nether orifice and they should crawl back into the barren, demon infested, magma filled cave where they were spawned? I mean, it sounds good for descriptions and poems but for dialogue? Saying "you fucking retard" gets a lot of people's attention way quicker. I thank you for letting me know that I do swear a lot in this fic, but my reasons is I'm trying to make the dialogue sound like something people would actually say. Read the dialogue out loud, I think it sounds like something that would actually make up a conversation. If I had a brainiac in it, he would probably say things like that but these people are average, maybe a little over, IQ. So they would use swear words to supplement what they were saying to get their point across. O.o;;; Whoa… that was waaaaaaaay OOC for me… I've scared myself…
Vegeta: Shut up, ikeike. You're scaring everyone. *goes back to giving Shnookums a bubble-bath* Kakarot, pass me the comb.
Kakarot: Vegeta, you're scaring everyone. *passes Vegeta the backscratcher and then goes back to playing with Barbies*
Jeril: Why me?
