Fending Off the US Government

"Okay, so, we take this log and just... yeah... yeah... no... there you go. See?", Nutty coaxed.

"Okay, so now we just watch this thing burn for a while, until we 'notice' it?", Chris asked as he nervously backed onto the couch.

"Don't wait too long. Just until i-- Now's fine. Come on.", she began, then continued in a yell, "Oh my God!!! Chris, quick, get some water!"

"Oh no!", he ran for the kitchen.

By the time he got back from the kitchen, the sofa was starting to burn, and Nutty stood near the door, her nose and mouth covered.

He had to run near the flames to get to the door, burning himself, but all the more realistic.

Nutty, having been in the smokey room longer, slumped near the door. He grabbed her by the arms, and lifted her up, pulling her out of the house. He was about to start yelling for help, but Nutty quieted him and pointed him toward a bush.

There, he hid while Nutty yelled for help and told the neighbor that he was still in the house. Soon, the fire department arrived, as well as the Briefs, who came to take care of Nutty.

Nutty whispered that Chris wasn't still in the house, but they couldn't tell the police or firemen or anything, etc. Discretely, they parked near the bush and let Chris get in.

Nutty, of course, had to go tell her story to the police and be frantic and cry, but otherwise, she was allowed to go.





At the Briefs', Chris was given a guest room, near Nutty's, considering the guest rooms were all in the same hallway.

As Chris was getting settled into his new room, there was a knock on the door. He figured it was one of the Briefs' family, coming to check in on him. He opened it quietly, so as to not wake the rest of the house. In front of him stood Nutty in a long, loosely fitted nightgown. She must have been planning to go to bed but decided against it.

"Come in... What are you still doing up?", Chris let her walk in before shutting the door.

"Oh, I'm always up late. I try to go to bed, but some question or another pops into mind and I have to get up and ask someone. Drove Vegi-butt crazy, 'till he got used to it.", she sat down indian-style on his bed.

He raised a brow, "Oh... I see. Well, what question have you for me?"

"None in particular..", she started, "I was just thinking. You know, we can't stay here forever. We've got to do something about this whole mess."

He leaned against the wall, watching her animated hand gestures, "So, do you actually have any ideas on what exactly we should do?"

"Of course! After a bit of research, and remembering some recent articles I've read, I realized that the US is ready to attack Japan, duh, and what not, right?", her frequent hand gestures made the neckline of her nightgown slump down around her shoulder.

He laughed at her child-like giddiness, "Of course. One more reason for them to want to kill us..."

"Well, the real reason the US is attacking Japan is over some petty issue with the national debt. The US is in debt, Japan calls this debt in, but the US doesn't have the money to pay... Right?", she leaned forward, rearranging her legs so that she sat, knees bent backward into a 'W' shape, that looked fairly uncomfortable but was quite the contrary.

"Yeah, yeah, get to the point.", he waited.

"Well, if we were to get onto a computer... make a few unauthorized bank transitions... then we could pay off the debt, Japan would be happy, the US would find that the Japanese 'dropped' the debt, and both governments would be too caught up to notice a few stray teenage experiments.", she looked to him for approval.

He ran his hand through his already tousled hair, "Nutty, dear, where do you think of these things?"

"Is it really that bad of an idea? Its all I could think of!", she looked worried.

"No, its dangerous, but its genius. I mean, damn!", he laughed, "There might be a few problems, but I'm sure we could work those out."

"Great!", she chimed, clasping her hands together, "We can sneak into Bulma's lab tomorrow night!"

"Wait, wait, wait. Let's think this through before--", he was cut off.

"We have all of tomorrow!"





"Okay, so this code will hack into the US treasury's computer database... it'll issue a comman to print so many bills... Those bills will be delivered to a random bank, transferred seventeen times, before arriving at Tokyo International.", Chris explained.

"Great!", Nutty smiled.

So Chris spent the next few hours typing in the pages of code. Finally, he completed it and hit enter.

The machine sparked and something electrical went wrong.

"What happened?!", Nutty backed away from the sparking machine.

"Shit... Some kind of mechanism was built into the computer... It's gonna explode...", Chris backed away, grabbed Nutty by the arm, and jerked them both away from the machine.

Explode it did, and the room began to burn.

"Great... the two greatest arsonists ever!", Nutty hid behind Chris, who was hiding behind the desk.

Shrapnel fell about them. They had to wait for the remaining shrapnel to fall before leaving. By then, they were trapped in the room that was quickly filling with smoke.

The two teens sank low to the floor, avoiding the smoke and flame as best they could. It wasn't enough, as smoke filled their lungs like a black, rolling fog.

They couldn't last much longer with the flames eating away at their flesh.

Then, as the room began to black out of vision to the two young people, Vegeta crashed through the ceiling and rescued them.

He mumbled to himself as he flew in the direction of the hospital, "Damned if I don't have to save a couple of... Bra-chan would kill me if I didn't... errr..."





Later that evening, Chris awoke in the emergency ward. Parts of him were numb and the parts that weren't, hurt terribly. He wanted to cry, but he found he couldn't have forced the tears out.

It was a very bad place to be if one was running from an outlandish government.

Left for a few more hours of pain, Bra herself, visited him that evening, bringing with her, a small pouch full of zenzu beans. She made sure he would get well and out of that hospital quickly.

"Ay... Bra what happened? Wha...", he gritted out.

"Well, my mother's computers have trip devices on them. When you were screwing around on her computer, you tripped it and it blew up... daddy had to rescue you and Nutty...", Bra stood firmly, the bag clutched in front of her.

Chris's eyes lit up, "Nutty? Where is she? Is she okay?"

"Yes, she's fine. I've already visited her.", Bra smiled.

"And... hey, wait... You said your father saved us?", Chris looked at her with a mix of doubt and sarcasm.

Bra smiled wider, "Daddy's not all bad.", here, she giggled, "He wouldn't have let either of you die!"

Somehow, that didn't put Chris at ease.





Thanks to the zenzu beans, Nutty and Chris were out of the hospital within the week. Unfortunately, it wasn't soon enough. US agents were begining to snoop around where they weren't supposed to be.

All because of a little fire, they had lost their one oppurtunity for a safe escape.

"We're going to have to get out of here...", Nutty touched a place on her arm which was still raw with burn.

"Where are we going? There isn't any country that would give us refuge... Not a chance when the US is ready to start a war over two lil' teenagers... and Japan is still in danger...", Chris sat stiffly on the padded chair in Nutty's room.

"Come on Chris... your plan would have worked. We just have to find a computer that will--", she began.

"No. Not going through that again.", he motioned as a final statement.

"I've talked to Bulma. She's promised to help us. She'll set up the computer and help us hack. Then she'll get us a couple of tickets to Canada, because she figures the US won't look for us so close to home, and the Canadians won't recognize us."

Chris shook his head, "Fine, but I don't like it. It don't feel right."

"It'll work, I promise.", she smiled and leaned back on her bed.

"Sure it will. Everytime you've said that since I've met you, something has gone wrong, and not just normal wrong. It's gone five times worse than I ever thought possible every time."

"Oh, as if you've done so hot yourself.", Nutty shut her eyes.

"Considering I've let you do all the thinking.", Chris growled.

"You never suggested anything.", she countered.

"Well how could I when you--", he stopped himself with a small laugh.

Looking up at him, she smiled back, "Sure Chris... Sure."





With Bulma's help, they successfully got Japan off the hook and got tickets for the soonest flight to Canada. The arrived at the airport around noon.

Bulma left the two teens, knowing it would be foolish and draw attention to them if she stuck around. They went into the airport and looked around.

"I don't like this...", Nutty clung to his arm.

Chris looked down at her oddly, "Geez. What's wrong... You afraid of agents NOW?"

She snorted indignantly, "No... I'm afraid of heights."

"GREAT!! Just what I needed to know now.", it was his turn to look indignant.

"Well, you know you can always go ahead on your own...", she looked him in the eyes defiantly.

"And leave you to tell those damn Americans my location? Never!", he grabbed his small pack.

"As if I would...", she grumbled and followed in suite.

They went through the normal flight opperations and finally boarded their plane. Chris took the window seat out of courtesy to Nutty, though he wouldn't admit to it.

They waited for boarding to finish, Nutty shifting her legs nervously.

"Do you think we'll be safe?", she asked.

"In Canada? I'm not sure, we may--"

"I meant on the plane..."

"Of course, or else we would have driven..."

"No need for sarcasm..."

A group of men dressed in heavier clothes boarded the plane and sat three rows behind Nutty and Chris. Then a pair of tourists sat across from them. Boarding was almost complete.

A few minutes before the plane was moved away from docking, the men three rows behind them stood up, and with a gun, forced Chris out of his seat. Both Nutty and Chris froze.

One of the men said something to Chris in what seemed to be Russian.

"Chris?", Nutty asked, reaching for her purse where she kept her gun.

Chris first answered the man in Russian, his accent off a little, then turned to Nutty, "No... they'll kill you if you pull out your gun... Don't do it. Everything's gonna be great. Just fine. You stay on the plane and you'll make it safely to Canada."

"What the hell about you?", she growled, earning a gun pointed in her face.

"Nutty...", he said warningly, "Stay here. Everything is going to be fine.", he leaned toward her and kissed her lightly on the lips, holding her chin between his graceful fingers.

Shoving the butt of his gun into Chris's side, one of the Russians cut their kiss short and pushed Chris out of the plane.

Right after the group left, Nutty got up, grabbed her purse and Chris's sachel, and ran toward the door. A stewardess pushed her back toward her seat politely, luckily. If Nutty had gotten to the plane exit, she would have been shot by one of the two remaining Russians.