Vegeta: Hello, my name is Prince Vegeta, and I'm the prince…no, the KING of all the Saya-Jins. You shall now bow before me…
Me: Cut the crap Vegeta!
Vegeta: What? I'm only trying to corrupt these people's minds…
Me: How DARE you try to corrupt MY readers!
Vegeta: Who gives?
Me: I DO!
Vegeta: I can't stand this…I can't stand you…
Me: What was that!
Vegeta: Nothing, um….go read the fic. And you don't own DBZ, right?
Me: What? Of course I own it! I OWN YOU!
Vegeta: Uh huh…
Me: Okay…I don't own it. Now go read the fic!
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Anyway, here's chapter three!
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Chapter 3: WHAT!? The tickets won't work?
The whole group FINALLY made it to the airport after a few hit and runs, crashing into a couple of poles, and running a red light. They would have been arrested if Bulma wasn't the president of Capsule Corp.
"ChiChi" Goku whined. "I'm hungry."
"WHAT!? Again?" Goku nodded his head as ChiChi sighed. "You just ate a second ago."
"But ChiChi…"
"Goku, shut up. Just, be quiet."
Goku crossed his arms and pouted.
"Aw, suck it up dad. We'll probably eat on the plane."
"Oh really Gohan? We eat on an airplane?"
"Of course…"
"YAY! I'm going to get to eat on an airplane!" Goku jumped up and down like a small child. Everyone else in the group moved further away from Goku, and started to walk faster. No one likes to be seen with an idiot.
The group made their way into the airport and upstairs to claim their tickets. Upstairs there was a black piano, the security, and the ticket counter. Goten and Trunks spotted the piano and immediately rushed towards it. They sat down on the bench and pressed a key. Trunks looked at Goten with an evil smile. Goten did the same. The both raised their hands in the air, and slammed their fingers onto 20 keys—10 for each. Everyone covered their ears as the two boys "played" the piano. Soon, they moved to using their elbows and fists to make the ear breaking noise. Trunks suddenly stood up on the keys, pressing down notes every time he moved. Goten continued to slam onto the keys with his hands. After about five minutes. ChiChi finally came over.
"Goten! Trunks! What did I say about not touching anything?" She reached for her inter-dimension of weapons. Trunks just stood and looked at her, before jumping on the keys one more time. That was the last straw for ChiChi. She immediately grabbed her frying pan. Trunks jumped off the piano in horror, and made a beeline for Vegeta. Goten saw this, and ran over to Goku. ChiChi followed after them.
Goten cowered behind Goku's leg. "Daddy, mom's going to kill Trunks and me!"
"What did you do?"
"We only played with the piano…"
"Didn't your mother say not to touch anything?"
"But she didn't say not to touch the piano!" Goten put on his puppy eyes. Goku looked down at him and ruffled his hair.
"Well, you've got me there. I'll make sure Chi doesn't get mad at you."
Goten hugged Goku. Man, was he good to have in these situations. "Thank you dad!"
Meanwhile, a similar conversation was going on between Trunks and Vegeta.
"Dad! You've got to help me! Goten's mom is going to kill me!"
"What are you talking about boy?"
"Me and Goten were playing the piano and…"
"So that's the ear breaking sound I heard."
"Well, duh. But anyway, ChiChi is going to kill us! You've got to hide me!"
"I will do no such thing brat. You shouldn't be afraid of that screeching woman."
"But dad! She's got the frying pan!"
"Well, that's not my problem."
All right, I stand corrected. That conversation was NOT similar to Goku and Goten's. But, what did you expect? This is Trunks and Vegeta we're talking about!
Anyway, back to our story…
ChiChi marched over to Goku and Goten.
"Goten. You come out from behind your father right now!" She had her handy frying pan in her grip.
"Aw Chi. Can't you go a little easy on him? He's only eight years old!"
"HE BROKE MY RULE! HE WON'T GET AWAY WITH BREAKING MY RULE!"
"But you never said not to touch the piano…"
ChiChi was now furious. How DARE Goku stand up for his wrong doing son! HOW DARE HE! ChiChi rose the frying pan above her head and SMACK! Goku and Goten were both holding onto their heads. ChiChi smiled at herself. She then walked over to Trunks and Vegeta.
"Trunks, come out here please."
Trunks turned to Vegeta. "Dad, she's here. You can't let her have me!"
Vegeta smirked. "You're the one that broke her rule, not I." He looked at ChiChi and stepped to the side. "Here he is woman."
ChiChi said nothing, but smacked both of them over the head.
"HOLY SHIT WOMAN! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
ChiChi smirked and crossed her arms like Vegeta. She was mocking him, of course. "That Vegeta, was for not putting up a fight."
Vegeta sat on the ground next to Trunks. "Jesus Christ. There's not pleasing that woman."
"I hear you dad…I hear you…"
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"YOU WHAT!?" Bulma's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"We can't get the tickets ma'am. You never confirmed them."
"I TOO DID CONFIRM THEM! I DID IT THE OTHER DAY!"
"I'm sorry ma'am. We have a number you can call to see why."
"Then what are you waiting for? Give me the number! I want to use you're phone too."
"Here it is ma'am." The man behind the counter handed Bulma a sheet of paper with a phone number on it. Bulma grabbed it and quickly dialed the number.
"Hello? Yes. My name is Bulma Briefs, and I have been told that my tickets were never confirmed." Bulma paused for a second before talking into the phone again. "Yeah. Okay. You mean, that recording didn't mean my tickets were confirmed? It didn't? Why didn't you ever tell me? What? It's not you're responsibility? Uh-huh. Can you at least help me? You can't. No, that's okay. Bye." Bulma slammed down the phone and sighed. No tickets. That's great. Now what were they going to do? Damn it! Bulma turned and called over to ChiChi. ChiChi quickly made it over to Bulma.
"What is it Bulma? I'm kind of busy." ChiChi pointed over to Goku, Goten, Trunks, and Vegeta.
Bulma almost laughed. "Really. Anyway, we don't have tickets."
ChiChi's mouth dropped open. "WHAT? NO TICKETS?" She screamed loud enough that the whole airport could hear her.
"Yup. No tickets. What are we going to do now?"
ChiChi thought for a moment until a light bulb went on in her head. "I got it!" She exclaimed. "We'll rent a nice van, and we'll drive!"
Bulma got excited too. "That's a great idea! Come on, let's go!"
ChiChi and Bulma nearly floated past the guys. "Come on!" They both shouted. "We're going on a road trip!"
They all got up, and followed ChiChi and Bulma down stairs to the car rental.
Bulma walked up to the Budget booth.
"Hello. How may I help you?" The girl behind the counter said.
"Hi, we're looking for a nice van." Bulma smiled.
The girl nodded and started to type on her keyboard. She then pressed the enter key and looked up at Bulma. "I'm sorry. We don't have any vans available."
Bulma lowered her head in defeat. "Okay, thank you."
The girl smiled at her. "Go over to National. They'll have one."
"Thank you."
Bulma then moved over a booth to National.
"Hello. Do you have a van I can rent?"
"Let me check." The man behind the counter typed on his keyboard. He then pressed the enter key and looked up. "Yes, in fact, we have just one more. It's 299.99 to have 10,000 miles on it, or 499.99 to have unlimited miles.
"I'll take the unlimited miles. We're going to Toronto…or at least, we're trying."
"Oh Toronto's a great city. You're in for a ten hour drive from here. Make sure you have picture ID for anyone over eighteen. You'll need it to get back into the country. It shouldn't be that hard to get into Canada."
"What about minors?"
"I don't know. I'm guessing you'll need birth certificates."
"Fine. Thank you so much for your help."
"You're welcome"
After Bulma paid for the car, she turned to the gang. "All right guys. Looks like we're in for a ten hour drive to Toronto."
Vegeta jumped up. "What!? Ten hours? I don't think this is worth it! I am not going to be stuck in the same car as Kakarott and Kakarott's family for ten hours!"
"Deal with it Vegeta. Come on, let's go." Bulma walked past Vegeta, leading everyone outside. There was one question though—who was going to take the other car back to Bulma's?
"Guys, who's going to take my car SAFELY back to Capsule Corp.?" Bulma asked.
"Oh, Videl and I will!" Gohan said immediately. Anything to get away from his family would be great.
"No Gohan. If you go, Videl would have to stay here. I don't want you two running off."
Gohan lowered his head. So much for that plan.
"Hey Bulma, how about I drive it back?" Goku asked.
"If Kakarott is driving your car, I'm driving the rental!"
A signal went off in Bulma's head. NEVER let Vegeta drive. She shook her head at Goku. "You and Vegeta will end up racing, and I want it driven SAFELY home."
"I'll drive it."
"Sure ChiChi! You can drive it back! Why didn't we think of this before?"
"Because you wouldn't let me…"
"Okay! So it's settled! ChiChi will drive my car home, and I'll drive the rental car. We'll leave in the morning."
"All right!"
"Yes!"
"No…not a road trip…"
"I wanted to drive with Videl!"
"When are we leaving?"
"NOW YOU IDIOT!"
So ChiChi safely drove Bulma's car home, and Bulma drove the rental car. Surprisingly, nothing bad happened.
But then again, we have only just begun…
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HAHAHAHAHAHA! Road trip tomorrow! Yeah, that happened to my family. We didn't mess around with the piano or anything, but my dad thought he confirmed our tickets, but he really didn't. We ended up driving ten hours. Now you see why this is based on real events? LOL!
Well, come back for chapter 4!
