I pulled into the Domino's' small parking lot and turned off the car. "C'mon guys," I said as I got out of the car, "Let's go get that pizza." Kakarot bounced out and, before I knew it, was inside the pizza place. Mike and I hurried in after him.
"Where's the pizzaaaa?!?" he whined to the person at the counter.
"What name did you order it under?"
"Um… what?"
"The name."
"Uh… pepperoni and cheese?" he answered, confused.
"Is this a prank?" the man growled irritably.
"Bakayaro!" I growled and pushed the Saiyan aside, "Hi there! The last name's Enda, first name Bouke."
The man checked his display. "Your pizza will be done in five minutes."
"What? Five minutes? I can't wait that long!! I'm gonna diiiiiiiiiiie!!" Goku held his growling stomach and whimpered. The man behind the counter rubbed his temples and mumbled something about a 'killer headache' as he retreated to the back.
"Kakarot, sit down," I hissed and pointed at a line of seats by the wall.
"But I'm so hung-"
"How's about no pizza at all?"
"I'm sitting! I'm sitting!" he sat down quickly.
"And no talking!"
"But-"
"No pizza?"
Kakarot slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Good boy," I grinned.
"Bo, you really should lay up on the guy just a little," Mike chided me, "He's just being himself. No one really minds that."
"Yeah, but he's so immature! It's embarrassing!" I complained.
"You'll only have to deal with him for a few more days, either way!" Mike reminded me.
"Oh… yeah… they're coming home in just a couple days… dammit… this sucks! I wasn't even able to throw a party!"
"There's still time," Mike grinned.
"But the Saiyans and the kids…"
"Oh… damn. This sucks. And we don't have any money left so we can't even just go out to any place…"
"Yeah…" we stood in silence for a bit.
"Bouke Enda?" someone called from the counter.
"That's me!" I called out and hurried over.
"Your total is 75 dollars and 52 cents." I handed over the money to the teenage girl.
"Arigato!" I said, handing three of the pizzas to Mike along with one of the six-packs. I carried the rest.
"And don't even let Kakarot touch the pizza!" I growled as we made our way out of the store.
"Wait! Kakarot?" the girl asked, running out from behind the counter.
"Drogan!" the other man exclaimed.
"Be right back!" she replied and followed us out to the car, "I thought you looked familiar! Are you Son Goku?"
"Hai! That's me!" he grinned.
"Holy Kami-sama!" she exclaimed, staring at him.
"Listen, man. We gotta get back home soon. We've got some other DBZ people who're starving and waiting for this pizza."
"Really? Well, then by all means, hurry along!" she said, "I just have one, little thing to ask…"
"What is it?" I asked as I put the pizzas into the car.
"Can I take a picture of you, Goku-san?"
"Sure!" his grin widened.
"All right! I'll be right back!" she dashed inside quickly and returned with a camera. She handed it to Mike and had him take a photo of her standing next to Kakarot, the both of them grinning like idiots.
"I can't believe I have a pic of me and Goku!" she squealed, clutching the camera to her tightly after Mike had handed it back to her.
"Well, happy to make your day but we have to go now…"
"Wait! Just one more question!"
"What?" I asked exasperatedly. I was beginning to hate DBZ fans even though I was one of them. It's not that they're bad people! They just have the horrible habit of… well… doing what fans do!
"Do you need more pizza? Someone ordered two large pepperonis and didn't come pick them up and, well, it's only been a half hour, and they're still pretty good… and we'd just throw them out anyway… so… um… yeah… do you?"
"My Kami, girl! Of course we do! We've got a horde of hungry Saiyans waiting at home! Two more pizzas would be more then appreciated!" Mike answered, hugging the girl.
Drogan blushed and muttered, "Be right back…" She hurried inside and quickly returned with the two pizzas. "Have fun! And see you again someday, maybe!" she said as we got into the car.
"Take care of yourself!" I called out the window as we drove away. Maybe some fans weren't so bad after all…
"Bye!" Mike waved.
"Free pizza!" Goku mumbled to himself as he began eating the half-hour old pizza, "Still good!"
Vegeta landed in the parking lot of a large superstore. He glanced around at the humans staring at him. "What? You've never seen a Saiyan before?" he growled and stomped toward the store, his stomach rumbling ominously.
He walked through the store for a bit, viewing his options. He then grabbed a cart (he was planning on picking up a lot of food) and strolled over to the deli. There was a fairly long line so, being the Saiyan no Ouji and all, he shoved the humans out of his way and stomped to the front of the line. He looked over the food and snapped, "Four twelve-piece boxes of chicken!"
"Sir, there's no cutting in line. I'm afraid I'm go-"
"Now!" he roared, glaring at the man behind the counter balefully.
"Yes sir!" the man began putting together Vegeta's order as quick as he could. He slapped the price tags on and handed them to the Saiyan. Vegeta dropped them in his cart and, after taking a plastic silverware packet from the salad bar, continued on his way.
His next stop was the chips and drink aisle. He grabbed a bag of everything and threw them in the cart. Doritos, Fritos, Cheetos, Lays, you name it, it was in that cart. Vegeta studied the soda options for a moment and then opted to head back to the dairy area. "Even a Saiyan needs strong bones…" he told himself as he tossed a couple two-gallon containers of milk into the cart. But, as he was passing by the sodas again, he grabbed just one two-liter bottle of coke.
As he went through the store on his way to the exit, he grabbed some ice cream, crackers, smoked salmon, a few energy drinks, some candy (to bring home to the demi-Saiyans, mind you), and other odds and ends that caught his eye as he passed by.
Unbeknownst to the hungry Saiyan, but known to you and me, after the deli incident he began to collect quite a following of the superstore employees, mostly security guards. As the Saiyan no Ouji began to exit the store, these employees surrounded him in a circle and the biggest and toughest one cleared his throat, "Excuse me… sir. Aren't you forgetting something?"
Vegeta thought for a moment while looking over his cart, "No, no… I think I got everything I came for."
"Sir, you forgot to checkout," the man growled.
The Saiyan fought to keep a smirk from tugging on the corners of his mouth. " Oh no! I didn't forget! I just didn't have the intention of checking out from the minute I set foot in this store."
"Oh really, sir. Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me then."
"I will not."
"Oh yeah? Think you're tough, do you?"
"I know I'm tough. I'm the Saiyan no Ouji, after all."
"Saiya-what?"
"The Saiyan no Ouji. In your crap tongue, the Prince of the Saiyans."
"In my crap tongue? Right… well, you're gonna come with me whether you like it or not, buddy." The security guard cracked his knuckles.
"Buddy?" Vegeta bristled at this causally used endearment. The man was beginning to remind him of Kakarot, "Listen, bastard, I'm not going anywhere with you. Because, for one, I'm married," a few of the employees surrounding Vegeta snickered and once more, Vegeta repressed his smirk, "and another thing, I'm hungry and my food is getting cold as we speak."
"It's not your food until you pay for it!" the man hissed, his face getting red from the insult Vegeta had thrown at him.
"I'm not going to pay."
"Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurt you…" the man growled, advancing toward Vegeta aggressively.
"I was hoping you were going to say that," Vegeta answered, finally letting his smirk show as he released his hold on the cart and faced his opponent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jeril: Holy Kami-sama! I can't believe I did that again!! *smacks self* I'm such a baka! Once again, arigato a thousand times to Queen Misaki for pointing out that at the beginning of the last chap, I left out an entire paragraph so it made no sense when Vegeta flipped out on Bana. I again fixed my mistake and I think I'm going to start reading over my chaps carefully before I post them. Hehehe! *laughs and rubs the back of her head* Gomen nasai all!
I thought, since they were heading to Domino's, Drogan deserved a quick, guest entrance seeing as she works at Domino's and all. ^_^ Hope you're having a good day, Drogan!!
Kakarot: That was really nice of her to give us the pizza!
Vegeta: It was either to us or the dumpster, baka.
Kakarot: Well, it was still nice of her to think of us! Arigato, Drogan! And she called me Goku not Kakarot unlike some people! *gives Jeril the Eye™*
Jeril: Shut up, Kakarot! Anyway, Drogan's ma buddy!! She's cool!! ^_^
Vegeta: All of you people frighten me…
Jeril: Gah, as I was writing the superstore part, I was drooling so hardcore!! All that food!! *whimper* I had to go get some chips and salsa, I was so hungry!
Happy late Easter everyone! Or Passover! Or Something Else! *hands out chocolate bunnies, chocolate eggs with the caramel centers and other goodies* I hope everyone had a better Easter then I did! -_- My parents didn't give me anything… not even one jelly bean… *sigh* But then again, I don't like jelly beans… unless they're Jelly Bellies, mmmmm… nummy… ^_^
Story Advertising: The Very Last Lemon – Story ID = 1062131 – A DBZ fic about the NC-17 ban by ff.n. It's so funny. This is a must-read for all of you people out there who don't support the ban. ( Oh yes. No worries, it's PG-13 btw ^_^ )
