YASOU!!! YOUR FAVOURITE AUTHORS ARE BAAAA-AAACK!!
Time for the next instalment of. D-B-Z MEETS REALITY!!! Drum roll, please!
And on with the SHOW!!
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"Uh-Oh," Bera and Storm muttered at the same time. They paled as Mrs Church walked up to them.
"What on EARTH happened to you lot?" she demanded, eyeing Bera's flame- grilled face and Goten's tattered shirt. Trunks and Storm weren't looking all that crash hot either, on account of Bera previously crashed into them, sending them flying and transferring some of her charcoal onto them.
They all muttered incoherently, looking at Bera for an explanation, who was all too happy to oblige.
"Well," Bera began, "We were just sitting there in class, all nice and innocent-like, and doing our work. we were filling in this table about components of English, and I hadn't really done much on it, and it was due this afternoon - I say 'was' because I don't think Mrs Witchfield will really mind if I don't hand it in seeing that she's probably glued to the wall right now, but that's besides the bloody point. ANYway, I was just sitting there all nice and innocent-like, and suddenly Mrs Witchfield just started yelling for absolutely no reason at all! I mean, how rude! Then the windows shattered, because her voice was just so loud, and then everyone started screaming, and it just went downhill from there! People were screaming and windows were breaking and Mrs Witchfield was screaming and then the walls themselves started shaking and then all of a sudden there was this ginormous BANG!!" (everyone flinched) "And the door flew off its hinges and the next time I looked at Mrs Witchfield she was nothing but a blackened spot on the wall." Bera shook her head.
"Uh." Mrs Church shook her head too; trying to clear it of the garbage Bera had just filled it with. "So. you're telling me Mrs Witchfield isn't here?"
"Too right," Storm said, acting sad.
"Spontaneous combustion. You never think it'll happen to you, but one day POOF! You're nothing but a blackened spot." Goten shook his head as well.
"It's just sad," Trunks muttered. "Just too sad."
Blink. Blink blink. "Oooo-kay," Mrs Church said slowly. "I'll just go take a look at the wall then shall I?" She waddled to the door of the class, and stuck her head inside. Two seconds later she rushed back outside, her face pale. "You - you MURDERERS!!"
"That would be our cue," Storm noted.
"That would," Bera agreed, nodding her head enthusiastically and scampering off down the corridor, Goten in hot pursuit.
Storm watched them run off. "We should probably follow, huh Trunks."
"Yeah, probably," he said, shrugging. They stayed where they were.
Mrs Church shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Why aren't you two running screaming?"
Storm fixed her piercing eyes on the fat teacher. "Why aren't you sobbing with distress?"
Mrs Church shrugged. "Well you have to admit, she never was a very lovable person."
Trunks gaped. "But - but - but that's just wrong! She was one of you! You're meant to be loyal until the end!"
"OK now I'm scared," Storm said, and ran off. Trunks gaped a moment longer, then turned and ran off after Storm, his jaw dragging on the ground in his amazement.
"Trunks, pick that up! You'll trip!" Bulma's voice floated in through the window.
"Yes mum," said Trunks obediently.
Meanwhile, Bera was still running, arms flailing. To Storm's surprise, Bera zoomed past her. "W - wha? Bera, weren't you in front of me?"
Bera squealed to a halt. "Hmm. You have a point - but if you wear a hat, people mightn't notice."
"Bera! How did you get behind us?"
Bera thought for a moment. "It's a square building," she admitted. "The corridor's continuous, and I went the entire way around. Hey, it's good fitness."
"So. why didn't you STOP before you got back here?"
"I was too busy concentrating on running to notice where I was going!!!"
Suddenly Storm noticed something. "Where's Goten?"
"He was - right behind me." Bera looked around in confusion.
Storm and Bera had been talking while they were running, and were so busy talking that they almost ran Goten down. "Goten, where have you been?" Bera scolded.
Then they noticed he was cowering in fear, and looked up. Towering over him was the school principal. Mrs Couch. With spiky grey hair and a dress code that would scare the pants off a kangaroo, she was SLOSH's demon-in- residence. When she spoke, it was as though she was trying to strike fear into your heart, but it was more likely to get you into more trouble on account of you'd crack up laughing.
"Not running in the hallways now, are we ladies?"
Goten gulped, eyes wide. He was frozen in place, and said nothing.
Bera spoke up. "No, Mrs Couch."
Mrs Couch raised a frosty eyebrow. "Do you want a detention? Don't speak to me in that tone of voice, young lady."
Bera was about to speak out in protest, but Storm stopped her. "Sorry, Mrs Couch," she said soothingly, "We won't do it again."
"HOW DARE YOU!?!" Mrs Couch yelled, both eyebrows up now.
"Huh?" Trunks, who had been forgotten until now (AN: hehehe oops) spoke up, confused.
"And just who are you?" Mrs Couch fixed both her gruesome eyes on Trunks, then focussed on Storm, standing right next to him. "Young men are not ALLOWED in this school."
"He's not a -"
But Mrs Couch had lost patience. "I DON'T CARE WHAT HE IS, YOU THREE LADIES AND THIS YOUNG MAN ARE COMING WITH ME TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!"
Bera and Storm sighed, knowing they'd lost both the battle and, temporarily, their freedom. Trunks looked pensive, and Storm shrugged sadly.
Bera looked at Goten for reassurance and got the shock of her life. BIG sweatdrop.
Goten's eyes were filled with tears. His chin trembled as he spoke. "She - she called me a girl!" he wailed.
"Oh, there there, it's alright," Bera soothed, patting Goten awkwardly. "There there. there. there."
"BERA!" Storm interrupted.
"There."
Storm growled.
"There."
Storm stomped her foot. "I THINK he gets the MESSAGE!!!"
Bera straightened up. "Yes ma'am." She saluted.
Mrs Couch, forgotten somehow, suddenly blew her top. Again. "I TOLD YOU TO FOLLOW ME! DO IT! NOW!!"
"Yessir," they chorused meekly, and trudged after her. Even Storm was subdued. Bera had a strange look on her face - it was a mixture of pity for Goten, foreboding at the trouble she was in, and her usual sugar- hyperactiveness.
They were half-way to the office, dragging their feet - or in Bera's case, she was dragging Goten, who had still not forgotten the shame of being mistaken for a girl. "A girl. she thought I was a GIRL!! The shame, oh the shame." All of a sudden, four figures swooped out of the sky and plucked Bera, Goten, Storm and Trunks from the evil woman's grasp.
"Aah!" Storm yelped in surprise as Yamcha grabbed her around the waist and flew off into the sky. Bera was seized by Goku and carried off, screaming hysterically, much to the displeasure of Goku, who almost dropped her as his eardrums protested.
In the sky, Storm exhaled in relief. "Thanks, guys, we almost got it that time. Yes Bera, we know it's a cloud," she answered to Bera's frantic pointing at a white fluffy thing floating past.
"Not that, that!" She pointed more frantically.
"Another cloud. How fascinating."
"NO!! THE PLANE, STUPID!!" Everyone looked to where she was pointing, and their eyes widened as they saw the 717 barrelling towards them.
"Out of the way, fools," Vegeta said, flying to the front and extending a hand.
"Oh no you don't!!" Goku yelled, and threw Bera at him.
"Oof!" Bera clutched Vegeta around his neck, desperately trying to stay airborne. "Get off, fool!" Vegeta yelled, prying her off, surprised at her vice-like grip. Holding Bera with one arm, he stretched back and threw her, overarm, back to Goku. "Keep your luggage to yourself, Kakarot!" He scowled. The plane was almost upon them by this time, but they all zipped out of harm's way. "Consider yourselves lucky," Vegeta yelled after the plane.
"Control yourself, Vegeta," Bulma scolded, looking fearfully at Bera, who was gasping for air like a fish out of water, her face pale, hair in all directions. "And next time, throw her underarm!" Gohan and Videl were pulling Bulma along.
"Help - a - little - puff - help here - please!" Everyone turned to see Goten slipping out of Krillin's grasp. "Help!" Krillin puffed again, his face red, eyes popping out at the effort. Goten was grinning, and staring absently at the clouds.
"That one looks like a puppy," Goten exclaimed, pointing at a wisp of cloud floating past him.
"Goten, you can fly yourself now!" Krillin pleaded. Trunks had been grabbed out of the school by Piccolo, but had started flying by himself and was now charging determinedly after Yamcha and Storm.
"Just drop him," Goku suggested. So Krillin did. To his surprise, Goten kept going at the same speed and height as he had been before.
"Typical," Krillin muttered, and flew on to join his wife, who had been watching amusedly.
By now, Trunks had reached Yamcha. "Let her go, you womaniser!" Trunks threatened, shaking his fist at him.
Yamcha's eyes widened. "Sorry, I didn't know she was already taken!" he implored.
"Well she is! So let her go!"
Yamcha looked down. "Here?"
"Yes here!" Trunks yelled, frustrated.
"Ok, if that's what you want," Yamcha shrugged, and despite Storm's vocal protests ("Don't you DARE, you CRETIN!!) He released his hold on his oh-so- precious cargo.
"YOU'RE ALL CRETINS, THE LOT OF YOU!!!" Storm screamed as she plummeted down. "I'm never speaking to you AGAIN, Trunks!"
Vegeta laughed evilly. "Well that much is obvious. Dead people can't talk."
"What about Goku?" Krillin pointed out.
Vegeta scowled. "That's besides the point. Storm hasn't saved the world."
"YET," Bera said, standing up for her friend. "She's just a slow starter."
Meanwhile, Storm was still plummeting to certain death, and screaming her lungs out at Trunks, who had finally realised that there was a REASON Yamcha was still holding Storm. "Oops," he said, and flew down after her.
"Where'd you get your BRAINS from, you buffoon?!" Storm screamed, almost face-to-face with Trunks. "Did God MISS YOU when he was handing them OUT? Maybe yours was FAULTY!! Or maybe you don't have one AT ALL! No, wait, I know, you share yours with Goten! That would explain why you're both so DUMB!!"
Trunks reached out and stopped Storm from falling. Flying back up to where the DBZ's were laughing hysterically, he appealed to Vegeta. "Dad - oof - Storm, cut it out! Dad, can you take her until she calms down?" For Storm was writhing in his grip, pounding on his chest with her fists and kicking out, making it quite hard for Trunks to stay airborne.
Vegeta smirked. "What, is a girl making Trunksies uncomfortable?"
"Dad - oof - please Dad?!?" Trunks pleaded.
Vegeta turned away. "I'm a warrior, not a transportation vehicle. And besides, you'd have to be an idiot to take her when she's like that."
"I'll take her," Goku piped up, nodding at Bera's frantic whisper.
"My point proven," Vegeta sneered.
Trunks flew over to Goku, grimacing gratefully. But as Goku reached out his arms to take Storm (Bera was piggy-backing), she started screaming again. "DON'T YOU GIVE ME TO HIM! I'M NOT A PIECE OF BAGGAGE, YOU IDIOT!" So saying, she spun around in Trunk's grip and pushed Goku away with her legs.
"Well what am I SUPPOSED to do?" Trunks asked Storm despairingly.
"Oh, so you ask me NOW. What happened to asking me what I thought WHEN YOU TOLD YAMCHA TO DROP ME, TRUNKS?!? HMM?!?"
Trunks and Storm lagged behind as Storm continued to rant and rave. "Wow, she's almost as bad as ChiChi," Goku commented.
"Almost," Gohan agreed.
"There!" Bera screamed, smacking Goku in the back of the head in her efforts to point.
"What?"
"THERE!!" Bera screamed again.
"WHAT?!?"
"Down THERE!"
Storm paused in her screaming long enough to say, "What is it with you and that word, Bera?"
Bera looked at her questioningly. "What word?"
"There!"
"WHERE?!?" Bera said, spinning her head around and almost breaking Goku's back in the process. Goku whimpered.
"Never mind," Storm said hopelessly, and went back to harassing Trunks. Trunks, by the way, was looking as though he was about to burst into tears.
"ANYWAY," Bera said, "As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, we can land down there, in that park. It's nice and green, and pretty, and it has a really good-quality swing set!"
Everyone sweatdropped, but they headed down in that direction anyway.
"Thank goodness," Trunks said, "I don't think I could have taken much more of this."
They landed on a nice patch of grass. well so it seemed. Krillin the first one to sit, sprung up again, screaming. "Ants! Oww! Oh, the pain! Get them off, get them off!:" Eighteen swiftly kicked him up the bum. "OWW! Honey, what was that for?!?"
"Well it worked, didn't it?"
Krillin paused for a moment, assessing the damage. "Hey yeah! Nice work."
Watching the display, the other DBZ's moved over to Bera's beloved swing set. Gohan, Videl and Goku sat on the swings. Bulma sat on the grass next to them, checking for ants first. Vegeta stood, arms crossed, and Piccolo hovered above the swing set for some unknown reason. Maybe it made him feel better about himself or something. You know, the whole self-esteem thing. Must really get him down after a while, knowing everyone is a better fighter than him (well except for Krillin and Vegeta). don't you think? Anyway.
Bera scrambled off Goku's back onto the next swing and began swinging madly. "Don't you hurt them now, you hear?!? I love this swing set!"
Trunks, purple and puffing, finally landed on the grass. They stood there for a second, Storm in momentary silence. "You can let go now," Trunks told her.
"Excuse me? I'll let go when I bloody well feel like, thankyou very much! Who are you to tell me what to do? 'Yes Yamcha, drop Storm in the middle of the FRIGGIN SKY!!!' Who the hell do you think you are, mister? I'll let go when I WANT TO!"
"Yeah!" Bera shouted, almost kicking Goten, standing in front of her, in her desperate attempts to go higher.
"Yes Storm," Trunks said meekly.
"Why have we stopped?" Vegeta demanded.
Storm finally let go of Trunks, walking over to Vegeta. Trunks for some reason actually looked rather disappointed. "Well, Vegeta, where were you planning to land exactly, if not here?" It seemed Storm was back to normal. Turning back to Trunks for a second, she said, "Oh yeah, thanks for catching me back there. Sorry if I was a little touchy."
"A little?" Gohan muttered. "You're right, Dad, she IS like Mom." Goku nodded in agreement.
Trunks waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it."
"Anyway," Bera interrupted.
"NO!!" Everyone shouted at once, cutting her off. They all knew how long she could babble for.
"I was just -"
"NO!!"
"But -"
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!"
"Fine -"
"NOOOOO!!!"
Bera scowled and swung furiously, kicking Goten and sending him flying and setting off a chain reaction. Goten crashed into Vegeta, who flew up in disgust, knocking Piccolo out of the sky and falling back onto the ground himself. Piccolo fell onto Goku, who reached for Videl, trying to stabilise himself, before falling off his swing. Videl in turn reached for Gohan as she was dragged down, and Gohan fell off his swing, reaching out for Yamcha before crashing to the ground. Squealing, Yamcha dodged away, only to trip over Bulma. Staggering, Yamcha fell over, grabbing for Trunks as he fell, managing to catch a hold of Trunks' moving foot. Trunks fell forwards into Storm, sending them both sprawling onto Krillin and Eighteen, who had sought themselves out a patch of ant-free grass and were lying peacefully.
Meanwhile, Bera was still swinging madly, oblivious to the havoc she had wreaked. She looked down, an argument in her head from the earlier conversation, but the protest died on her tongue. "What are you all doing on the -"
"NO!!"
"Ground," she continued, ignoring their protests.
"What does it look like?" Vegeta growled from underneath the swing. "We're taking a nap because we felt tired after the long trip."
"Well -"
"NO!!!"
"And woodchips are just so comfortable to lie on," Piccolo added drily.
"I didn't -"
"NO!!"
"You'reallhorriblepeople -" Bera was getting desperate, and she yelled without giving them a chance to yell at her.
Goten gave in. "Sorry, Bera, but you babble!"
Bera jumped off the swing. "I don't mean to," she sniffed.
Goten took her in his arms. "It's ok," he said.
"It's just - it's just that I have so much to say, and if I don't say it, it all just bottles up inside of me, and then I start going crazy, and if I'm not careful I'll end up looking like Vegeta one day, and I really, REALLY don't want that, and now I don't have a chance to say anything because all I say is - well, if I say anything you all just go 'NO!!' and then I'm like Fine and you all go 'No!!!' again and it's really, really getting to me, you know?" She burst into tears and sobbed into Goten's shoulder, making him shift uncomfortably as his shoulder began to drip with her tears.
Everyone looked at each other, waiting for one of them to say something. "Well, is anyone going to say anything?" Bulma asked.
"Forget that," Storm said, "More to the point, is anyone going to GET UP?!?"
"Oh yeah," was the reply, and everyone started shifting around, trying to pick themselves up. Suddenly Vegeta shouted, and Trunks was sent flying across the lawn, forcing Bera and Goten apart.
"Hey, what'd you do that for?" Storm protested.
Vegeta shrugged, dusting himself off. "He's heavier than he looks."
Bera threw herself at Vegeta, fists balled and arms flailing. "You'll pay for that!" she screamed, then began sobbing on his shoulder.
Storm had a stunned look on her face. "Since when do you like MY Trunks?"
Bera's words were barely audible above her wailing. "Not - Trunks! Goten - and I - were having a 'special moment'!" With that, she began sobbing again, and Vegeta, finally cracking, furiously threw her off and flew off, leaving them all behind.
"I'm leaving, FOOLS!" he shouted flying away.
"Vegeta wait!" Bulma called running to catch up.
"I am no FOOL, so I will not stay!" Vegeta yelled still flying.
"Once a fool, always a fool!" Bera commented bouncing up and down, tears forgotten.
"THAT'S IT!" Vegeta bellowed sending anything in a 10-mile radius into hiding.
"What's it?" Bera asked scratching her head in confusion, wondering while everyone was running for the cover of trees.
"YOU! I have had ENOUGH OF YOU!" With steam pouring out of his ears, he landed, inches in front of Bera- so close in fact; her hair was flying from his heavy breathing.
"What have I done?" she asked turning to the others for support.
"YOU EXIST!" he shouted.
"You need to clean your teeth!" Bera said, wincing from the smell.
"I COULDN'T CARE LESS! WHY MUST YOU BE SO ANNOYING?" By this stage, Vegeta was waving his arms.
"It's my job! And why must you be so SMELLY?"
"I'll give you smelly!" he growled and lunged for Bera, who screamed and ran to hide behind a laughing Storm.
"Out of my way FOOL!" Vegeta growled, moving to stand in front of Storm, who was shielding a cowering Bera.
"If you want to get to her, you have to go through me!" Storm hissed her voice low and dripping with venom.
"Fine," Vegeta muttered, and took a step forward, fist clenched by his side.
"I'd think twice about that!" Storm said, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"Why?" Vegeta questioned, hesitating.
"You don't know what I'm going to do. All you know is that you have to go through me, what happens when you get here?" Storm asked one eyebrow raised.
"Pssst.Storm" Bera whispered. "Um, that didn't make any sense just then? And what do you have in store for him?"
"If I tell you, he'll hear.then it wont be a surprise." Storm muttered her eyes never leaving Vegeta.
"Oh. So, you don't know what you're going to do huh?" Bera smiled.
"Bera" Storm warned, watching as a smile lit up on Vegeta's face.
"What, I mean it's totally cool to have nothing in store, I doubt it'll make much difference in the long run, because at the end of the day, all that matters is you KICK HIS ASS!" Bera jumped back, in fill cheerleader mode.
"GIVE ME A 'S'" Bera shouted, waving imaginary pom-poms.
Sweatdrops were shared all around, all except for Goten who was smiling, ready to follow her example.
"GIVE ME A 'T'" Bera continued.
"BERA!" Storm shouted, disrupting her dance.
"What?" Bera paused hands half raised.
"I know how to spell my name, and I'm glad you do as well, but I'm kinda busy here. I don't need any interruptions." Storm trailed off.
"Fine" Bera sobbed, new tears forming.
"Bera - " Storm began
"No, no, I understand. Nobody wants to listen to what I have to say. If I could fly now, I'd fly away" Bera turned thoughtfully to Goten who was sharing her disappointment. "C'mon Goten, let's get out of here." Walking towards him, she sighed. Suddenly he broke into the continuation of her dance, shouting the next letter.
"GIVE ME A 'O'" he shouted, moving to stand at her side.
"YEAH! GIVE ME AN 'R!' " Bera continued, grinning, tears once again forgotten.
"R!"
"GIVE ME AN 'M!' "
"M!"
"WHAT DOES IT SPELL? SSSTTTTTOOOOORRRRMMMM!!!!! YYEEAAHH!" Bera jumped around, her hair flying, arms flaying.
"Feel better FOOL?" Vegeta asked, smirking, referring to the fact she had finally said what she wanted to say.
"Oh man, now I've had ENOUGH!" Bera screeched, her voice managing to rise higher than the average voice could. "I'm sorry Storm, I know you wanted to hurt him, but how dare he insult my cheerleading skills?!?!" Rushing forward she threw herself at him, hanging on for dear life, giving him the worst sort of punishment she could.
"AAARRRGGG!!!!" Vegeta yelled, flying upwards, trying to shake Bera off.
"Hey, careful!" Goku warned. He had to admit this girl had spunk. Not many would stand up to Vegeta, considering the fact they were human. Grinning he flew up and pried the screaming Bera off him, managing to just hold on to her as she kicked and punched in Vegeta's direction.
"Let me at him!" Bera squealed.
"I don't think so!" Goku said calmly eyeing Storm for assistance.
"Don't look at me!" Storm said waving her hands. "You have to let her ride it out, it's the only way" Storm shrugged.
"Ride it out? Ride what out?" Goku looked up confused.
"She's throwing a temper tantrum, the only way for her to get over it is to either, hit the person involved or have a MAJOR and I mean MAJOR sugar fix." Storm smiled evilly.
"Hit the person huh?" Goku smiled, looking up at Vegeta who was scowling above them.
"Yeah, and she likes it if he doesn't hit back." Strom trailed off, looking up thoughtfully.
"Sugar fix?" Goku questioned.
"Yeah, from lollies." Storm smiled.
"I doubt anyone would be able to hold Vegeta down long enough for her to hit him. Hang on." Goku grinned evilly, and flew upwards, leaving Bera in the capable hands of Goten, who at the moment was listening as Bera complained at a super fast speed.
"Vegeta!" Goku called rising upward. "I got a bet for you! If Bera can hurt you with a punch, then you won't have to listen to her babble, however if she doesn't, well then nothing is done and it's your loss." Goku ginned. "What do you reckon?"
"Well, I doubt that puny thing could hurt me, ok, let her go!" Vegeta smiled and moved down, standing around 10 Metres away from Bera, who was struggling to get away.
"Bera. We have come to a deal. You get to hit Vegeta!" Goku smiled.
"WOOHOO, look out here I COME!" Bera backed up a few metres then flew at him, managing to tap him lightly on the arm. While Bera was flying at him, Storm snuck up behind him a steel mallet in her hands. As he grinned at Bera, she struck it down managing to knock the air out of Vegeta, not to mention a few brain cells.
"OUCH!" Vegeta screeched, touching the lump that was forming on the top of his head. "Why did you do that FOOL?"
"You never said I couldn't hit you!" Storm smirked.
"Why.You.I've.. UGH!" he screamed and took flight, unleashing his super- saiyan powers in the general direction of the sun.
"Hey, you can't destroy that!" Bera squealed pointing frantically.
"Why not?" Vegeta asked.
"Because" Bera whined, "If you destroy it, than we will have no light, no warmth, no SUN!" Bera jumped up and down, steam pouring out of her ears, how dare he attempt to destroy something she thrived off of?!?!
"What would you do if I did?" Vegeta sneered.
"I'd babble non-stop for the remainder of your time here!" Bera threatened.
Vegeta paused to think about his options. Choosing the latter he floated down, it would be torture listening to Bera talk without a break for a short amount of time, let alone however long they were here for.
"I knew you'd come round!" Bera cheered, gaining laughs from everyone.
Vegeta scowled, his face darkening. "I do not come around!" he pouted.
Storm was suddenly overcome with a fit of stupidness. "What goes around comes around," she sung, breaking into a dance similar to Bera's previous one. She grabbed Trunks and spun him around. "Grab your partner by the hand!!"
"All right!" Bera shouted, surprising Goten by grabbing his hand and swinging him across the park, looking like a flying monkey rather than a normal human.
"Just WHAT is going on here?" Goku screeched, catching the attention of everyone and actually managing to make Bera and Goten stop dancing (much to their disgust).
"We're dancing Dad" Goten explained, smiling slightly.
"You call that dancing?!?!" Goku asked rather shocked.
"Well Duh Mr Goku, man! What else would you call it?" Bera frowned, confused.
"Umm...call me Goku. Anyway, well I wouldn't call it dancing, that's for sure!"
"I don't believe it!" Vegeta exclaimed. "Kakarot and I actually agree on something!" Vegeta sat down, rubbing his temples. "Never thought I'd see the day that would happen!"
Suddenly Bera screeched, after the quick examination of her watch. "WE'RE LATE!" she screamed and took off in the direction of her house. (Which was somewhere in the West direction, just in case you're wondering. Yes, Bera did manage to choose the park that was closest to her house.what a smart cookie!)
"Late for what?" Gohan muttered.
"I dunno.hang on what's the time?" Storm looked around, and then suddenly slapped her forehead. "Duh, it' 4.00, Bera always watches Cartoons at that time. Have you guys heard of Sailor Moon?"
"Sure have, that Lita is a babe!" Trunks exclaimed smiling.
"WHAT????" Storm screamed, before slapping him on the back of the head.
"Uh, I meant to say, uh.yeah.Goten some help please." Trunks looked around for some help, and finding none shrunk back, looking shameful.
"Never mind, anyway, she must have run home to watch them. if we hurry we can probably meet her there." Storm looked at the others, and smiling rushed off, dust flying, legs spinning (AN: Bera is hyper as she is typing this *do NOT give her Greek Coffee* so yeah, bear with her)
"Follow her!" Trunks shouted, and ran off burning more dust than Storm did, his legs spinning a MILLION times faster!
And so they ran (not flew) after her, hoping to catch up with her, before she tripped over and cried (REALLY loudly)
And so our story stops, signalling the end of the third chapter! Stay tuned for more instalments on our deliciously happy, hyper (and all the rest) story: DBZ meets reality.
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"Uh-Oh," Bera and Storm muttered at the same time. They paled as Mrs Church walked up to them.
"What on EARTH happened to you lot?" she demanded, eyeing Bera's flame- grilled face and Goten's tattered shirt. Trunks and Storm weren't looking all that crash hot either, on account of Bera previously crashed into them, sending them flying and transferring some of her charcoal onto them.
They all muttered incoherently, looking at Bera for an explanation, who was all too happy to oblige.
"Well," Bera began, "We were just sitting there in class, all nice and innocent-like, and doing our work. we were filling in this table about components of English, and I hadn't really done much on it, and it was due this afternoon - I say 'was' because I don't think Mrs Witchfield will really mind if I don't hand it in seeing that she's probably glued to the wall right now, but that's besides the bloody point. ANYway, I was just sitting there all nice and innocent-like, and suddenly Mrs Witchfield just started yelling for absolutely no reason at all! I mean, how rude! Then the windows shattered, because her voice was just so loud, and then everyone started screaming, and it just went downhill from there! People were screaming and windows were breaking and Mrs Witchfield was screaming and then the walls themselves started shaking and then all of a sudden there was this ginormous BANG!!" (everyone flinched) "And the door flew off its hinges and the next time I looked at Mrs Witchfield she was nothing but a blackened spot on the wall." Bera shook her head.
"Uh." Mrs Church shook her head too; trying to clear it of the garbage Bera had just filled it with. "So. you're telling me Mrs Witchfield isn't here?"
"Too right," Storm said, acting sad.
"Spontaneous combustion. You never think it'll happen to you, but one day POOF! You're nothing but a blackened spot." Goten shook his head as well.
"It's just sad," Trunks muttered. "Just too sad."
Blink. Blink blink. "Oooo-kay," Mrs Church said slowly. "I'll just go take a look at the wall then shall I?" She waddled to the door of the class, and stuck her head inside. Two seconds later she rushed back outside, her face pale. "You - you MURDERERS!!"
"That would be our cue," Storm noted.
"That would," Bera agreed, nodding her head enthusiastically and scampering off down the corridor, Goten in hot pursuit.
Storm watched them run off. "We should probably follow, huh Trunks."
"Yeah, probably," he said, shrugging. They stayed where they were.
Mrs Church shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Why aren't you two running screaming?"
Storm fixed her piercing eyes on the fat teacher. "Why aren't you sobbing with distress?"
Mrs Church shrugged. "Well you have to admit, she never was a very lovable person."
Trunks gaped. "But - but - but that's just wrong! She was one of you! You're meant to be loyal until the end!"
"OK now I'm scared," Storm said, and ran off. Trunks gaped a moment longer, then turned and ran off after Storm, his jaw dragging on the ground in his amazement.
"Trunks, pick that up! You'll trip!" Bulma's voice floated in through the window.
"Yes mum," said Trunks obediently.
Meanwhile, Bera was still running, arms flailing. To Storm's surprise, Bera zoomed past her. "W - wha? Bera, weren't you in front of me?"
Bera squealed to a halt. "Hmm. You have a point - but if you wear a hat, people mightn't notice."
"Bera! How did you get behind us?"
Bera thought for a moment. "It's a square building," she admitted. "The corridor's continuous, and I went the entire way around. Hey, it's good fitness."
"So. why didn't you STOP before you got back here?"
"I was too busy concentrating on running to notice where I was going!!!"
Suddenly Storm noticed something. "Where's Goten?"
"He was - right behind me." Bera looked around in confusion.
Storm and Bera had been talking while they were running, and were so busy talking that they almost ran Goten down. "Goten, where have you been?" Bera scolded.
Then they noticed he was cowering in fear, and looked up. Towering over him was the school principal. Mrs Couch. With spiky grey hair and a dress code that would scare the pants off a kangaroo, she was SLOSH's demon-in- residence. When she spoke, it was as though she was trying to strike fear into your heart, but it was more likely to get you into more trouble on account of you'd crack up laughing.
"Not running in the hallways now, are we ladies?"
Goten gulped, eyes wide. He was frozen in place, and said nothing.
Bera spoke up. "No, Mrs Couch."
Mrs Couch raised a frosty eyebrow. "Do you want a detention? Don't speak to me in that tone of voice, young lady."
Bera was about to speak out in protest, but Storm stopped her. "Sorry, Mrs Couch," she said soothingly, "We won't do it again."
"HOW DARE YOU!?!" Mrs Couch yelled, both eyebrows up now.
"Huh?" Trunks, who had been forgotten until now (AN: hehehe oops) spoke up, confused.
"And just who are you?" Mrs Couch fixed both her gruesome eyes on Trunks, then focussed on Storm, standing right next to him. "Young men are not ALLOWED in this school."
"He's not a -"
But Mrs Couch had lost patience. "I DON'T CARE WHAT HE IS, YOU THREE LADIES AND THIS YOUNG MAN ARE COMING WITH ME TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!"
Bera and Storm sighed, knowing they'd lost both the battle and, temporarily, their freedom. Trunks looked pensive, and Storm shrugged sadly.
Bera looked at Goten for reassurance and got the shock of her life. BIG sweatdrop.
Goten's eyes were filled with tears. His chin trembled as he spoke. "She - she called me a girl!" he wailed.
"Oh, there there, it's alright," Bera soothed, patting Goten awkwardly. "There there. there. there."
"BERA!" Storm interrupted.
"There."
Storm growled.
"There."
Storm stomped her foot. "I THINK he gets the MESSAGE!!!"
Bera straightened up. "Yes ma'am." She saluted.
Mrs Couch, forgotten somehow, suddenly blew her top. Again. "I TOLD YOU TO FOLLOW ME! DO IT! NOW!!"
"Yessir," they chorused meekly, and trudged after her. Even Storm was subdued. Bera had a strange look on her face - it was a mixture of pity for Goten, foreboding at the trouble she was in, and her usual sugar- hyperactiveness.
They were half-way to the office, dragging their feet - or in Bera's case, she was dragging Goten, who had still not forgotten the shame of being mistaken for a girl. "A girl. she thought I was a GIRL!! The shame, oh the shame." All of a sudden, four figures swooped out of the sky and plucked Bera, Goten, Storm and Trunks from the evil woman's grasp.
"Aah!" Storm yelped in surprise as Yamcha grabbed her around the waist and flew off into the sky. Bera was seized by Goku and carried off, screaming hysterically, much to the displeasure of Goku, who almost dropped her as his eardrums protested.
In the sky, Storm exhaled in relief. "Thanks, guys, we almost got it that time. Yes Bera, we know it's a cloud," she answered to Bera's frantic pointing at a white fluffy thing floating past.
"Not that, that!" She pointed more frantically.
"Another cloud. How fascinating."
"NO!! THE PLANE, STUPID!!" Everyone looked to where she was pointing, and their eyes widened as they saw the 717 barrelling towards them.
"Out of the way, fools," Vegeta said, flying to the front and extending a hand.
"Oh no you don't!!" Goku yelled, and threw Bera at him.
"Oof!" Bera clutched Vegeta around his neck, desperately trying to stay airborne. "Get off, fool!" Vegeta yelled, prying her off, surprised at her vice-like grip. Holding Bera with one arm, he stretched back and threw her, overarm, back to Goku. "Keep your luggage to yourself, Kakarot!" He scowled. The plane was almost upon them by this time, but they all zipped out of harm's way. "Consider yourselves lucky," Vegeta yelled after the plane.
"Control yourself, Vegeta," Bulma scolded, looking fearfully at Bera, who was gasping for air like a fish out of water, her face pale, hair in all directions. "And next time, throw her underarm!" Gohan and Videl were pulling Bulma along.
"Help - a - little - puff - help here - please!" Everyone turned to see Goten slipping out of Krillin's grasp. "Help!" Krillin puffed again, his face red, eyes popping out at the effort. Goten was grinning, and staring absently at the clouds.
"That one looks like a puppy," Goten exclaimed, pointing at a wisp of cloud floating past him.
"Goten, you can fly yourself now!" Krillin pleaded. Trunks had been grabbed out of the school by Piccolo, but had started flying by himself and was now charging determinedly after Yamcha and Storm.
"Just drop him," Goku suggested. So Krillin did. To his surprise, Goten kept going at the same speed and height as he had been before.
"Typical," Krillin muttered, and flew on to join his wife, who had been watching amusedly.
By now, Trunks had reached Yamcha. "Let her go, you womaniser!" Trunks threatened, shaking his fist at him.
Yamcha's eyes widened. "Sorry, I didn't know she was already taken!" he implored.
"Well she is! So let her go!"
Yamcha looked down. "Here?"
"Yes here!" Trunks yelled, frustrated.
"Ok, if that's what you want," Yamcha shrugged, and despite Storm's vocal protests ("Don't you DARE, you CRETIN!!) He released his hold on his oh-so- precious cargo.
"YOU'RE ALL CRETINS, THE LOT OF YOU!!!" Storm screamed as she plummeted down. "I'm never speaking to you AGAIN, Trunks!"
Vegeta laughed evilly. "Well that much is obvious. Dead people can't talk."
"What about Goku?" Krillin pointed out.
Vegeta scowled. "That's besides the point. Storm hasn't saved the world."
"YET," Bera said, standing up for her friend. "She's just a slow starter."
Meanwhile, Storm was still plummeting to certain death, and screaming her lungs out at Trunks, who had finally realised that there was a REASON Yamcha was still holding Storm. "Oops," he said, and flew down after her.
"Where'd you get your BRAINS from, you buffoon?!" Storm screamed, almost face-to-face with Trunks. "Did God MISS YOU when he was handing them OUT? Maybe yours was FAULTY!! Or maybe you don't have one AT ALL! No, wait, I know, you share yours with Goten! That would explain why you're both so DUMB!!"
Trunks reached out and stopped Storm from falling. Flying back up to where the DBZ's were laughing hysterically, he appealed to Vegeta. "Dad - oof - Storm, cut it out! Dad, can you take her until she calms down?" For Storm was writhing in his grip, pounding on his chest with her fists and kicking out, making it quite hard for Trunks to stay airborne.
Vegeta smirked. "What, is a girl making Trunksies uncomfortable?"
"Dad - oof - please Dad?!?" Trunks pleaded.
Vegeta turned away. "I'm a warrior, not a transportation vehicle. And besides, you'd have to be an idiot to take her when she's like that."
"I'll take her," Goku piped up, nodding at Bera's frantic whisper.
"My point proven," Vegeta sneered.
Trunks flew over to Goku, grimacing gratefully. But as Goku reached out his arms to take Storm (Bera was piggy-backing), she started screaming again. "DON'T YOU GIVE ME TO HIM! I'M NOT A PIECE OF BAGGAGE, YOU IDIOT!" So saying, she spun around in Trunk's grip and pushed Goku away with her legs.
"Well what am I SUPPOSED to do?" Trunks asked Storm despairingly.
"Oh, so you ask me NOW. What happened to asking me what I thought WHEN YOU TOLD YAMCHA TO DROP ME, TRUNKS?!? HMM?!?"
Trunks and Storm lagged behind as Storm continued to rant and rave. "Wow, she's almost as bad as ChiChi," Goku commented.
"Almost," Gohan agreed.
"There!" Bera screamed, smacking Goku in the back of the head in her efforts to point.
"What?"
"THERE!!" Bera screamed again.
"WHAT?!?"
"Down THERE!"
Storm paused in her screaming long enough to say, "What is it with you and that word, Bera?"
Bera looked at her questioningly. "What word?"
"There!"
"WHERE?!?" Bera said, spinning her head around and almost breaking Goku's back in the process. Goku whimpered.
"Never mind," Storm said hopelessly, and went back to harassing Trunks. Trunks, by the way, was looking as though he was about to burst into tears.
"ANYWAY," Bera said, "As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, we can land down there, in that park. It's nice and green, and pretty, and it has a really good-quality swing set!"
Everyone sweatdropped, but they headed down in that direction anyway.
"Thank goodness," Trunks said, "I don't think I could have taken much more of this."
They landed on a nice patch of grass. well so it seemed. Krillin the first one to sit, sprung up again, screaming. "Ants! Oww! Oh, the pain! Get them off, get them off!:" Eighteen swiftly kicked him up the bum. "OWW! Honey, what was that for?!?"
"Well it worked, didn't it?"
Krillin paused for a moment, assessing the damage. "Hey yeah! Nice work."
Watching the display, the other DBZ's moved over to Bera's beloved swing set. Gohan, Videl and Goku sat on the swings. Bulma sat on the grass next to them, checking for ants first. Vegeta stood, arms crossed, and Piccolo hovered above the swing set for some unknown reason. Maybe it made him feel better about himself or something. You know, the whole self-esteem thing. Must really get him down after a while, knowing everyone is a better fighter than him (well except for Krillin and Vegeta). don't you think? Anyway.
Bera scrambled off Goku's back onto the next swing and began swinging madly. "Don't you hurt them now, you hear?!? I love this swing set!"
Trunks, purple and puffing, finally landed on the grass. They stood there for a second, Storm in momentary silence. "You can let go now," Trunks told her.
"Excuse me? I'll let go when I bloody well feel like, thankyou very much! Who are you to tell me what to do? 'Yes Yamcha, drop Storm in the middle of the FRIGGIN SKY!!!' Who the hell do you think you are, mister? I'll let go when I WANT TO!"
"Yeah!" Bera shouted, almost kicking Goten, standing in front of her, in her desperate attempts to go higher.
"Yes Storm," Trunks said meekly.
"Why have we stopped?" Vegeta demanded.
Storm finally let go of Trunks, walking over to Vegeta. Trunks for some reason actually looked rather disappointed. "Well, Vegeta, where were you planning to land exactly, if not here?" It seemed Storm was back to normal. Turning back to Trunks for a second, she said, "Oh yeah, thanks for catching me back there. Sorry if I was a little touchy."
"A little?" Gohan muttered. "You're right, Dad, she IS like Mom." Goku nodded in agreement.
Trunks waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it."
"Anyway," Bera interrupted.
"NO!!" Everyone shouted at once, cutting her off. They all knew how long she could babble for.
"I was just -"
"NO!!"
"But -"
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!"
"Fine -"
"NOOOOO!!!"
Bera scowled and swung furiously, kicking Goten and sending him flying and setting off a chain reaction. Goten crashed into Vegeta, who flew up in disgust, knocking Piccolo out of the sky and falling back onto the ground himself. Piccolo fell onto Goku, who reached for Videl, trying to stabilise himself, before falling off his swing. Videl in turn reached for Gohan as she was dragged down, and Gohan fell off his swing, reaching out for Yamcha before crashing to the ground. Squealing, Yamcha dodged away, only to trip over Bulma. Staggering, Yamcha fell over, grabbing for Trunks as he fell, managing to catch a hold of Trunks' moving foot. Trunks fell forwards into Storm, sending them both sprawling onto Krillin and Eighteen, who had sought themselves out a patch of ant-free grass and were lying peacefully.
Meanwhile, Bera was still swinging madly, oblivious to the havoc she had wreaked. She looked down, an argument in her head from the earlier conversation, but the protest died on her tongue. "What are you all doing on the -"
"NO!!"
"Ground," she continued, ignoring their protests.
"What does it look like?" Vegeta growled from underneath the swing. "We're taking a nap because we felt tired after the long trip."
"Well -"
"NO!!!"
"And woodchips are just so comfortable to lie on," Piccolo added drily.
"I didn't -"
"NO!!"
"You'reallhorriblepeople -" Bera was getting desperate, and she yelled without giving them a chance to yell at her.
Goten gave in. "Sorry, Bera, but you babble!"
Bera jumped off the swing. "I don't mean to," she sniffed.
Goten took her in his arms. "It's ok," he said.
"It's just - it's just that I have so much to say, and if I don't say it, it all just bottles up inside of me, and then I start going crazy, and if I'm not careful I'll end up looking like Vegeta one day, and I really, REALLY don't want that, and now I don't have a chance to say anything because all I say is - well, if I say anything you all just go 'NO!!' and then I'm like Fine and you all go 'No!!!' again and it's really, really getting to me, you know?" She burst into tears and sobbed into Goten's shoulder, making him shift uncomfortably as his shoulder began to drip with her tears.
Everyone looked at each other, waiting for one of them to say something. "Well, is anyone going to say anything?" Bulma asked.
"Forget that," Storm said, "More to the point, is anyone going to GET UP?!?"
"Oh yeah," was the reply, and everyone started shifting around, trying to pick themselves up. Suddenly Vegeta shouted, and Trunks was sent flying across the lawn, forcing Bera and Goten apart.
"Hey, what'd you do that for?" Storm protested.
Vegeta shrugged, dusting himself off. "He's heavier than he looks."
Bera threw herself at Vegeta, fists balled and arms flailing. "You'll pay for that!" she screamed, then began sobbing on his shoulder.
Storm had a stunned look on her face. "Since when do you like MY Trunks?"
Bera's words were barely audible above her wailing. "Not - Trunks! Goten - and I - were having a 'special moment'!" With that, she began sobbing again, and Vegeta, finally cracking, furiously threw her off and flew off, leaving them all behind.
"I'm leaving, FOOLS!" he shouted flying away.
"Vegeta wait!" Bulma called running to catch up.
"I am no FOOL, so I will not stay!" Vegeta yelled still flying.
"Once a fool, always a fool!" Bera commented bouncing up and down, tears forgotten.
"THAT'S IT!" Vegeta bellowed sending anything in a 10-mile radius into hiding.
"What's it?" Bera asked scratching her head in confusion, wondering while everyone was running for the cover of trees.
"YOU! I have had ENOUGH OF YOU!" With steam pouring out of his ears, he landed, inches in front of Bera- so close in fact; her hair was flying from his heavy breathing.
"What have I done?" she asked turning to the others for support.
"YOU EXIST!" he shouted.
"You need to clean your teeth!" Bera said, wincing from the smell.
"I COULDN'T CARE LESS! WHY MUST YOU BE SO ANNOYING?" By this stage, Vegeta was waving his arms.
"It's my job! And why must you be so SMELLY?"
"I'll give you smelly!" he growled and lunged for Bera, who screamed and ran to hide behind a laughing Storm.
"Out of my way FOOL!" Vegeta growled, moving to stand in front of Storm, who was shielding a cowering Bera.
"If you want to get to her, you have to go through me!" Storm hissed her voice low and dripping with venom.
"Fine," Vegeta muttered, and took a step forward, fist clenched by his side.
"I'd think twice about that!" Storm said, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"Why?" Vegeta questioned, hesitating.
"You don't know what I'm going to do. All you know is that you have to go through me, what happens when you get here?" Storm asked one eyebrow raised.
"Pssst.Storm" Bera whispered. "Um, that didn't make any sense just then? And what do you have in store for him?"
"If I tell you, he'll hear.then it wont be a surprise." Storm muttered her eyes never leaving Vegeta.
"Oh. So, you don't know what you're going to do huh?" Bera smiled.
"Bera" Storm warned, watching as a smile lit up on Vegeta's face.
"What, I mean it's totally cool to have nothing in store, I doubt it'll make much difference in the long run, because at the end of the day, all that matters is you KICK HIS ASS!" Bera jumped back, in fill cheerleader mode.
"GIVE ME A 'S'" Bera shouted, waving imaginary pom-poms.
Sweatdrops were shared all around, all except for Goten who was smiling, ready to follow her example.
"GIVE ME A 'T'" Bera continued.
"BERA!" Storm shouted, disrupting her dance.
"What?" Bera paused hands half raised.
"I know how to spell my name, and I'm glad you do as well, but I'm kinda busy here. I don't need any interruptions." Storm trailed off.
"Fine" Bera sobbed, new tears forming.
"Bera - " Storm began
"No, no, I understand. Nobody wants to listen to what I have to say. If I could fly now, I'd fly away" Bera turned thoughtfully to Goten who was sharing her disappointment. "C'mon Goten, let's get out of here." Walking towards him, she sighed. Suddenly he broke into the continuation of her dance, shouting the next letter.
"GIVE ME A 'O'" he shouted, moving to stand at her side.
"YEAH! GIVE ME AN 'R!' " Bera continued, grinning, tears once again forgotten.
"R!"
"GIVE ME AN 'M!' "
"M!"
"WHAT DOES IT SPELL? SSSTTTTTOOOOORRRRMMMM!!!!! YYEEAAHH!" Bera jumped around, her hair flying, arms flaying.
"Feel better FOOL?" Vegeta asked, smirking, referring to the fact she had finally said what she wanted to say.
"Oh man, now I've had ENOUGH!" Bera screeched, her voice managing to rise higher than the average voice could. "I'm sorry Storm, I know you wanted to hurt him, but how dare he insult my cheerleading skills?!?!" Rushing forward she threw herself at him, hanging on for dear life, giving him the worst sort of punishment she could.
"AAARRRGGG!!!!" Vegeta yelled, flying upwards, trying to shake Bera off.
"Hey, careful!" Goku warned. He had to admit this girl had spunk. Not many would stand up to Vegeta, considering the fact they were human. Grinning he flew up and pried the screaming Bera off him, managing to just hold on to her as she kicked and punched in Vegeta's direction.
"Let me at him!" Bera squealed.
"I don't think so!" Goku said calmly eyeing Storm for assistance.
"Don't look at me!" Storm said waving her hands. "You have to let her ride it out, it's the only way" Storm shrugged.
"Ride it out? Ride what out?" Goku looked up confused.
"She's throwing a temper tantrum, the only way for her to get over it is to either, hit the person involved or have a MAJOR and I mean MAJOR sugar fix." Storm smiled evilly.
"Hit the person huh?" Goku smiled, looking up at Vegeta who was scowling above them.
"Yeah, and she likes it if he doesn't hit back." Strom trailed off, looking up thoughtfully.
"Sugar fix?" Goku questioned.
"Yeah, from lollies." Storm smiled.
"I doubt anyone would be able to hold Vegeta down long enough for her to hit him. Hang on." Goku grinned evilly, and flew upwards, leaving Bera in the capable hands of Goten, who at the moment was listening as Bera complained at a super fast speed.
"Vegeta!" Goku called rising upward. "I got a bet for you! If Bera can hurt you with a punch, then you won't have to listen to her babble, however if she doesn't, well then nothing is done and it's your loss." Goku ginned. "What do you reckon?"
"Well, I doubt that puny thing could hurt me, ok, let her go!" Vegeta smiled and moved down, standing around 10 Metres away from Bera, who was struggling to get away.
"Bera. We have come to a deal. You get to hit Vegeta!" Goku smiled.
"WOOHOO, look out here I COME!" Bera backed up a few metres then flew at him, managing to tap him lightly on the arm. While Bera was flying at him, Storm snuck up behind him a steel mallet in her hands. As he grinned at Bera, she struck it down managing to knock the air out of Vegeta, not to mention a few brain cells.
"OUCH!" Vegeta screeched, touching the lump that was forming on the top of his head. "Why did you do that FOOL?"
"You never said I couldn't hit you!" Storm smirked.
"Why.You.I've.. UGH!" he screamed and took flight, unleashing his super- saiyan powers in the general direction of the sun.
"Hey, you can't destroy that!" Bera squealed pointing frantically.
"Why not?" Vegeta asked.
"Because" Bera whined, "If you destroy it, than we will have no light, no warmth, no SUN!" Bera jumped up and down, steam pouring out of her ears, how dare he attempt to destroy something she thrived off of?!?!
"What would you do if I did?" Vegeta sneered.
"I'd babble non-stop for the remainder of your time here!" Bera threatened.
Vegeta paused to think about his options. Choosing the latter he floated down, it would be torture listening to Bera talk without a break for a short amount of time, let alone however long they were here for.
"I knew you'd come round!" Bera cheered, gaining laughs from everyone.
Vegeta scowled, his face darkening. "I do not come around!" he pouted.
Storm was suddenly overcome with a fit of stupidness. "What goes around comes around," she sung, breaking into a dance similar to Bera's previous one. She grabbed Trunks and spun him around. "Grab your partner by the hand!!"
"All right!" Bera shouted, surprising Goten by grabbing his hand and swinging him across the park, looking like a flying monkey rather than a normal human.
"Just WHAT is going on here?" Goku screeched, catching the attention of everyone and actually managing to make Bera and Goten stop dancing (much to their disgust).
"We're dancing Dad" Goten explained, smiling slightly.
"You call that dancing?!?!" Goku asked rather shocked.
"Well Duh Mr Goku, man! What else would you call it?" Bera frowned, confused.
"Umm...call me Goku. Anyway, well I wouldn't call it dancing, that's for sure!"
"I don't believe it!" Vegeta exclaimed. "Kakarot and I actually agree on something!" Vegeta sat down, rubbing his temples. "Never thought I'd see the day that would happen!"
Suddenly Bera screeched, after the quick examination of her watch. "WE'RE LATE!" she screamed and took off in the direction of her house. (Which was somewhere in the West direction, just in case you're wondering. Yes, Bera did manage to choose the park that was closest to her house.what a smart cookie!)
"Late for what?" Gohan muttered.
"I dunno.hang on what's the time?" Storm looked around, and then suddenly slapped her forehead. "Duh, it' 4.00, Bera always watches Cartoons at that time. Have you guys heard of Sailor Moon?"
"Sure have, that Lita is a babe!" Trunks exclaimed smiling.
"WHAT????" Storm screamed, before slapping him on the back of the head.
"Uh, I meant to say, uh.yeah.Goten some help please." Trunks looked around for some help, and finding none shrunk back, looking shameful.
"Never mind, anyway, she must have run home to watch them. if we hurry we can probably meet her there." Storm looked at the others, and smiling rushed off, dust flying, legs spinning (AN: Bera is hyper as she is typing this *do NOT give her Greek Coffee* so yeah, bear with her)
"Follow her!" Trunks shouted, and ran off burning more dust than Storm did, his legs spinning a MILLION times faster!
And so they ran (not flew) after her, hoping to catch up with her, before she tripped over and cried (REALLY loudly)
And so our story stops, signalling the end of the third chapter! Stay tuned for more instalments on our deliciously happy, hyper (and all the rest) story: DBZ meets reality.
