Zar bounced through the entrance of the zoo. He had a huge smile on his face and he immediately began babbling, "We need to see the tigers, pygmy marmosets, platypi, komodo dragons, otters, and the SNAKES!" Zar clapped his hands together and giggled, "Feeding time's AWESOME!! And you should see-"
"Shut up, gaki!" Piccolo growled and stared at a brochure the people at the ticket counter had given him. They had given him a lot of weird looks because of his skin color.
Zar snatched the brochure from him, "The komodo dragon feeding time is in ten minutes! COME ON!" he ran down the open lane of the exhibits. The other chibis shot off after him. Piccolo heaved a large sigh and shook his head as he dashed after the chibis.
He followed their kis until he arrived at the exhibit Zar had mentioned. The Namek looked around and spotted the chibis. They were up front, watching with fascination as a caretaker threw large gobbets of raw meat at the large lizards in the habitat.
After watching for a few minutes and listening to the caretaker tell about the animal, Goten tugged on his free hand that he was waving around. The caretaker glared at him. "Can I feed them?" Goten asked.
"No! Of course not!" the caretaker answered angrily.
"Why not?" Goten asked.
"Well… because…" the caretaker was at a loss. He had obviously never been asked this question before. "Eh, your parents would get mad."
"No they wouldn't!" Trunks piped up. He pointed at Piccolo, "He's the guy who's taking us around and he wouldn't mind! Right?" he looked at Piccolo hopefully. Piccolo shrugged. "See?"
"But-" Goten and Trunks grabbed the bag of meat and dashed away from the caretaker. Then, they stuck their hands in the raw meat and started throwing it at the lizards.
"NOOOOO!" the caretaker screamed and ran at the chibis. They grinned and were about to jump into the air with the bag when a man behind them grabbed their shirts. The boys growled in anger and began kicking their legs. The caretaker grabbed the meat bag and nodded thankfully to the man holding the chibis. He moved back over to his spot and continued his orientation from where Goten had interrupted.
"Leggo o' me!!" Trunks snarled and turned to bite the man's hand. The man dropped the demi-Saiyan and the lilac-haired child landed on his rear.
"AWH! POOR TRUNKSIE!" Vicky shrieked and ran over to the demi-Saiyan. Trunks looked like he was about to cry as Vicky latched onto him and began stroking his hair.
The man turned to Piccolo and eyed the Namek, "Are you the…" he searched for the right word and then drew in a breath, "owner of these children?"
For a few moments, Piccolo studied the man who stood in front of him with arms crossed. He noted the black jacket, white shirt, black slacks, and shades. The man looked like he had stepped out of a really bad action flick. "You could say that…" Piccolo finally growled, "Drop him." The man complied and Goten landed in a heap. He stood up and rubbed his posterior, muttering under his breath. Piccolo again spoke, "Who're you?"
"I work in the research section of the zoo," he answered, extending a hand, "Patrick McConnell."
Piccolo eyed the scientist's hand for a moment and then decided to ignore it.
One of the sides of McConnell's mouth drew up in a small smile. He took off his sunglasses and tucked them in a breast pocket. Piccolo was immediately drawn into the man's intense, piercing, green eyes. They seemed to peel away his skin and study his innards, recording everything.
McConnell had a face that resembled that of a bird of prey. His nose was curved like a beak and he seemed to never hold his head straight. Instead he tilted it down so he looked at people from under his eyebrows. It gave his eyes a sharp, predatory look that, coupled with their shocking bright color and the man's slight smile, put Piccolo on edge.
The Namek suppressed a shudder he knew would be very visible and instead turned to the chibis, "Where to next, kid?" he asked Zar.
"Eh…" Zar studied the map for a moment, "Let's go to the snake, amphibian and reptile section!"
"That's one of the zoo's best sections. I highly recommend it," McConnell commented, "Amphibians are my specialty."
"Awesome!" the chibis all took off again and Piccolo stood for a moment, watching them go. Then, he glanced once at the scientist who was staring at him oddly before Piccolo set off at a dignified walk after the chibis. He didn't know why, but McConnell almost scared him. Piccolo fought off a strong urge to look over his shoulder as he walked away. He shivered instead because he knew that the strange, disturbing, soul-searing eyes were still studying him.
I parked the car in the driveway and stared at the house. It seemed so peaceful right now. I knew that there was probably a riot going on inside and Rogue and Krillin were probably at each other's throats but outside, everything was calm and tranquil. Not for long though as after about five minutes of sitting there, Krillin came sailing through the window of the living room.
"Oh shit!" I yelled as I opened the car door and got out. I ran over to the human, "You okay?"
"I'll survive," Krillin answered, sitting up and wincing. I looked him over. He wasn't too badly cut up just a few short scratches and two longer and nastier looking ones.
"You better clean those up a.s.a.p." I told him.
"Yes, don't want you getting an infection, now do we?" Rogue grinned from where she stood in, framed in the broken window. I saw Vegeta standing behind her with the Vegeta Smirk™ plastered on his face.
"What did you do?" I asked the bald fighter as I watched him struggle to his feet.
"Nothing at all! I swear!" Krillin said in his defense.
"Oh, yeah! Sure! Right!" Rogue yelled sarcastically from the window.
"Okay, well, my digestive system didn't take Rogue's cooking too well and-"
"HE THREW IT UP!" Rogue screamed.
"I didn't mean to!" Krillin yelled back.
"YEAH RIGHT!" Rogue jumped out of the broken window, remarkably not getting scratched. She grabbed the short human by the neck and began strangling him while screaming obscenities. "I'll teach you to insult my cooking, you noseless, dickless freak! Die, motherfucker, DIE!"
"Whoa! Rogue! That's a little harsh! You might hurt his mother's feelings!" I said as I laughed.
"Oooo! Burn!" Bana chuckled, standing beside Vegeta, watching the fight.
Krillin made a choking noise while he desperately tried to throw Rogue off. "I wouldn't be afraid of harming his mother's feelings," Vegeta remarked, "She's probably too ashamed of him to admit she is his mother."
"What the…" Kakarot looked out the window, "What're doing, Krillin?"
"Huh-huh-hel-puh!" Krillin gurgled out as he face began to go throw the many shades of red.
"Wha? Krillin I can't understand you! Speak up!"
"Hel-HEL-PUH!" Krillin's face was turning a nice shade of purple now. Vegeta and Bana jumped through the window to get a better view.
"Hell… puh… Hell-puh. Help! Ooohhh! I get it!" Kakarot grinned and jumped out the window to stand by me and watch, "Nah, you don't need any help Krillin! She's just a girl, after all!" Kakarot got two glares fixed on him for that statement, Rogue was too occupied with Krillin to bother.
"Excuse me," Bana growled, "but I just hear a remark on how weak women are?"
"Yeah, of course women are weaker!"
"No. We. Aren't." I hissed.
"Oh… hehe, no, eh… I said something else… yeah…" Kakarot put his hand behind his head and smiled the Son Grin™ while he backed away from us enraged females.
"Woman oppressor!" I screamed and we launched ourselves at the Saiyan. Vegeta had to hold his sides, he was laughing so hard as he watched his rival be beaten black-and-blue by two human females.
"Weak? You call women weak? Your wife's able to control you with a frying pan for Kami's sake! Look at the pot calling the kettle black!" Bana ranted as she whipped out a frying pan and began bashing Kakarot on the head with it.
"Pot? Kettle? Huh? What the… AHHHHHHHHH! NO, CHICHI, NOOOOOOO!" Kakarot screamed, covering his head with his hands, trying to defend himself.
"YOU JUST CALLED ME CHICHI! YOU SON OF A SAIYAN BITCH!" I backed off as Bana went just a tad overboard with the frying pan.
"I always thought Chichi was an abusive wife…" I said to myself.
"NOOOOOOOO!! IT CAN'T END THIS WAY! I WON'T DIE BY A MERE FRYING PAN!"
"YES YOU WILL! AND I WILL TAKE MY RIGHTFUL AND PROPER PLACE BY VEGGIE'S SIDE AS HIS MATE!" Bana laughed maniacally.
"Whoa… those things give you a real power trip…" I muttered to myself as I watched Kakarot go Super Saiyan and grab the slightly insane girl by the back of her shirt. He threw her across the yard and then flew onto the roof.
"YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE US, KAKAROT!" Bana yelled at the Super Saiyan who was cowering on the roof in fear, "NEVER, YOU HEAR? NEVER!"
"Hey, Bana?" I asked as we returned to watching Rogue kick Krillin's unconscious form.
"Yeah?" she was breathing heavily.
"Where did you get that frying pan from?" I asked, pointing at the deadly weapon she clutched in one white-knuckled hand.
"Uh…" she scratched her head with her free hand and stared at the frying pan, "I dunno actually. It just kinda… was there when I needed it."
"I think we've been hanging out with anime characters too long…"
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Jeril: *ranting* You know what?! Just about two hours after I posted the last chap, my baka parents decided to finally tell me that they were leaving on the 26th!! I'm leaving on the 29th to meet up with them in Seattle! GAAAAAAAAAARG!!!! I SAY GAAAAAAARG!! And I would've had this out yesterday if it hadn't been for my damned network! Piece of shit!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *pants heavily*
Vegeta: Calm down, baka onna. This means you can get out another chap or two before you leave.
Kakarot: He's right!
Jeril: But my grandparents are visiting too!! So that means that I'm gonna be occupied with showing 'em around town! Grrrrs… I'll try to get out one or two more chaps before I leave. I have half of the next one completed. Anywho, that fic I mentioned in the last chap, How to Rape a Namek, is a real fic. *rofl* It's hilarious!
Vegeta: *lifts an eyebrow* And how did you come across this in the first place?
Jeril: *blushes* Well… uh… I wanted a little lemon to go with my creampuff. So, I went looking for one… and I found one…
Kakarot: Question! *Jeril gestures for him to go on* What's a lemon?
Jeril: Eh… hehe… never mind that Kakarot! I have some translations to do! Ahem! Kuso kurae = shit then die. Gaki = brat. Also, I get "™" on my word program by hitting the "crtl", "alt" and "t" buttons simulationously.
Also! To our 325th reviewer, Chibi Vegeta Girl! You get… *digs around in treasure box* A box of creampuffs!! *hands them over*
