"Say what?" Rogue sat up and stared at me.
"There's a dragonball within a fifteen foot radius of this radar," I repeated.
"Man, are you just fucking with us?" Bana asked, sitting up also.
"I'd like to be, but no. Look for yourself." I showed them the screen that proved my statement.
"Dragonballs on the Earth? And we didn't know? Damn it! I could have wished for Vegeta as my own personal slave long ago!" Bana ranted.
"Dude, let's go on a dragonball hunt!" I bounced out of my bed and began searching my room for the dragonball, "Where is it? Why is it in my room? How could I have not found it before now and recognized it for what it was?" I asked as I tore apart my closet.
"We can't answer those questions so stop asking," Rogue said simply as she and Bana stood behind me, dodging the things I threw inadvertently at them as I took them out of the closet.
"But why?" I found suddenly I had run out of things to remove from my closet, "Dammit… it's not in there…"
"Where else could it be?" Bana asked, looking around at my room.
"The only other place is my shelves… and you could see it if it was there…" I tried to think.
"Under your bed?" Rogue asked.
"Dude! Right!" I dashed over to the bed and dove under, happily clawing through the mess in a search for the dragonball. "Socks… banana… Barbies, gotta burn those… books… more books… box of golf balls…" the list went on and on.
I finally crawled out from under my bed, covered from head to foot in dust. "It's not under there either!"
Bana checked the radar. "Well, the device made by the Dragonball Z world's greatest genius says it's under there."
"Give me that! You must be reading it wrong!" I grabbed the radar and looked at it, fuming.
"See a difference?"
"Shut up!" I went back under the bed, looking more carefully now.
"Maybe it's broken and there are no dragonballs here…" Rogue mused.
"No! It's not true! There has to be dragonballs on our Earth! I have so many wishes!" Bana cried out.
"Dammit! It's not here!" I yelled, picking up a box and throwing it against my wall. It made a large, satisfying crashing sound and flung golf balls everywhere.
"Calm down. We'll find it!" Bana exclaimed.
"The radar's malfunctioning. That's the bottom line. I'm going to bed. Good night." Rogue shook her head at my reaction as she crawled under her blankets. I sighed and sat down on my bed, picking up a golf ball that had landed on my bed. I rolled it around in my hand for a moment before dropping it.
Bana stood, looking at the floor. "It's got to be around here somewhere…" she sat on her blankets and sighed also. My eyes traced idly over the white golf balls scattered over my room. Why were there golf balls under my bed? I hated golf. Stupid sport that wasn't even a sport… Then I noticed something odd.
In the corner of my room, by my closet, there was an odd colored, hunter green golf ball just sitting there. I stood and walked over, bending down to pick it up. I stared at it closely. It didn't feel like a golf ball. It was smooth on the outside. As I looked at the ball closely, I saw inside of it where three red stars were floating.
I pumped my fist clutching the small sphere into the air, "Bana! It's the three-star dragonball!" I whooped and tossed the dragonball at her.
She caught it and stared, slack-jawed, at the phenomena that she held in her hand. "Holy shit…" She looked up at me, "Do you know what this means?"
"We can have whatever we want." I grinned.
"Exactly."
"What? The dragonballs are real?" Rogue sat up.
Bana threw the orb to Rogue, "See, unbeliever? The impossible has been made possible!"
Rogue stared at the dragonball. "Wow… why is it such an ugly color?"
"I like the color!" I said and then exclaimed, "With my wish, I'm going to become a world-renowned author and then make my own anime!" I danced around the room.
"I'm going to become a rock star!" Bana jumped up and clapped her hands.
"With the help of the dragonballs, I shall take over the world!" Rogue threw back her head and laughed. Bana and I sweatdropped and gave her a look.
"Right…" Bana nodded, "You do that…"
"We need to find the rest first, and that's going to take a while…" I said, checking the radar, "They're scattered all over the planet and you know how slow our transportation is… We should enlist the help of Kakarot!"
"Yes, with his Instant Transmission thing, we'll get them all in no time at all!" Bana exclaimed.
"We'll have to continue this search in the morning though. It's too late to start now." Rogue said, pointing out the time: 1:33 a.m.
"Yeah, true." I put the dragonball and the radar in a drawer on my bedside table. "G'night all."
"Good night."
"Yeah, night." Bana flipped off the light.
I blinked. The room was still lit. "What the hell…" I muttered, looking out my window. It was night, wasn't it? Yes, it was, but assembled outside my house was a squadron of police cars, all with their lights on and flashing. "Er… guys. We might have a problem…"
"Wake up Kakarot!" I said, shoving the sleeping Saiyan from the couch and then shaking him. "Wake up!"
"Wha? What's the matter?" he muttered.
"What did you do?" I demanded.
"Do what? When?" he blinked sleepily and stared at me.
"There's police outside my house!"
"Why are you asking Goku?" Krillin asked from a chair where he was curled up, "Why not Vegeta?"
"Oh my god…" I stood, staring at the wall. He had been gone for dinner and had not come back till late. What had the stupid Saiyan done in that time frame? I ran to the bedroom he occupied to ask while Mike stumbled out of Zar's room.
"What's up?" the teenage boy asked as I flew by.
"The cops are outside. I think Vegeta might have gone on a killing spree or something while he was gone this afternoon!" I called out.
"Oh… that's bad…" Mike shuffled out to the front door and opened it. He listened to what the cops were blaring out.
"Come out with your hands up! You are harboring a fugitive who is responsible for the injuries of innocent citizens and the destruction of private property! Come out with your hands up!"
"Oh… that is bad…" Mike yawned and closed the door, "I wonder if I'm dreaming…"
"I only killed a few people!" he heard Vegeta's voice roar from the back, "It's not that big of a deal!"
"Oh yeah… this is an odd dream…" Mike nodded to himself and stumbled back to Zar's room.
"Vegeta! This is not your planet! The humans here haven't dealt with people like you! They take it more seriously!" I yelled at the Saiyan.
"They should learn to deal with it then!" Vegeta yelled back, swaying as he stood in front of me.
"God damn stupid drunk Saiyan!" I snarled at him.
"Um, what are we going to do about the cops?" Bana asked from where she stood in the doorway.
"I don't-"
"I'll deal with them!" Vegeta volunteered and walked out of the bedroom.
"No!" I dashed after him and stood in his way, "Don't! I won't let you!"
"Why not?" Not one to be stopped, he pushed me aside to continue his determined walk toward the front door.
"Your way of dealing with people is bad! Evil!" I grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and was dragged along with him.
"Are you saying I have no people skills?" he asked angrily.
"No! I'm saying you have bad people skills!"
"That's nearly the same as saying I have no people skills," he pointed out.
"Shut up!" I yelled at him as he opened the door and walked out onto the front porch with me still clinging to his shirt. I had no choice. If I was to try to stop him, I had to follow him.
"There he is! The culprit!" I heard a police officer yell and watched him point at Vegeta.
"Come out with your hands on your head!" the loudspeaker blasted.
"Like hell!" Vegeta roared back, clumsily trying to dislodge me from his shirt, "Let go, girl!"
"And I quote: Like hell!" I snarled, "You are not going to kill anyone tonight if I have any say in the matter!"
"Technically, it's morning and I'm afraid you have no say whatsoever in my life," Vegeta growled, tearing himself away from me, ripping off his shirt in the process.
Now, being the crazed, obsessed fangirl that I am, what do I do when I see one of my favorite anime characters standing before me with no shirt on? I stand and drool unashamedly of course. Sexy Saiyan beast… ahhhh… abs… I like, oh I do, I do, I do… I thought to myself, feeling my knees get weak.
"You want me? Come and get me!" Vegeta yelled at the cops.
"Oh man… that was corny…" I sighed, the moment broken. I watched as the Saiyan paced back and forth on my porch, bellowing insults and taunts at the police and ranting about how stupid and weak humans were and Saiyans were so superior in every way.
"Man… they are going to think he's so nutty…" I sighed, walking back inside. I had decided Vegeta was going to end up killing people tonight/this morning and there was truly nothing I could do about it. "Besides," I muttered to myself, "the world needs a few less people around. There's so much population pressure these days…"
There was another problem that needed to be solved at the moment. How the hell were we going to get out of the house without getting caught by the cops?
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And once more, Veggie goes on a wild, violent Saiyan spree! Woohoo! The plot I've been trying to get to for weeks now finally appears! w00t!! Yay for plots! Gah, this chap was pretty much pure dialogue. _ I need to stop that…
Okay, I'm going to insert some reviewers into the next chap! It's not going to be a big role, so just review, say you want to be in and tell me your favorite character and your normalish 'net name (such as mine is Jeril).
