Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own DBZ! And neither do you!
Hey, I'm back! Sorry for the long delay, but I hit a terrible writers block! I would sit here for an hour at a time, trying to think something up. Then last night, it came to me! It's a little messed up, yes, but it'll do. Just remember, this is my messed up version of a half-decent humor fic, since I usually don't write these—ever. I'm your Angst/Drama writer who likes to make everyone die in the end. Yes, now THAT is my type of fic!
Wow…I'm listening to Regis and Kelly, and some dumb ass Canadian is outside in New York with now shoes on and a t-shirt and pants. Wow…he must be cold. His car is buried in snow or something. LOL. Thought I'd let you know. ^_^
Anyway! Read, enjoy and remember to review!
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Chapter 12: The CN Tower!
The Sons and the Briefs walked down the busy streets of Toronto. Today was the day that they would see the CN Tower, the tallest free standing building in Canada, and the rest of the world (I think). The tower that stood…god only knows how tall…
Walking up to the tower, they entered the building. Plain and simple.
Inside, the place was packed with tourists. They had to wait 30 minutes just to get to the elevator up to the glass floor. Yes, there is a glass floor…and wait until you hear about this glass floor.
You would think that the whole level would be glass when you hear the worlds 'glass floor', right? Yes, you would, because that is exactly what I, your wonderful author thought when I heard those words. Well, think of the Briefs and Son's thought…
"Whoa, a whole glass floor? COOL!" Trunks exclaimed. He was so excited. Glass was the COOLEST thing ever invented. Well, besides fighting, food, and the Internet, but glass was definitely cool. Always really easy to break…
"I wonder if we'll be able to see all the way down," Goten said thoughtfully. After a while, he sighed. "Ack, too much thinking for me…"
Trunks laughed, "You're too dumb to think."
"Yeah, I know."
Trunks laughed again. The poor kid didn't even know what he was agreeing to. At least his stupidity didn't go as far as his father's did. He heard about the whole Gohan/Videl incident after he left.
Finally, they had stepped into the elevator. Quickly ascending, they went up 33 flights in under fifty seconds.
Yeah, and I'm explaining all of this…guess I should show what happened next…
*POOF*
Everyone stepped off the elevator. Looking around, they saw two signs—one to go up to the observatory tower thingy, and the other to go down to the glass floor. Yes, they picked the glass floor.
"Hey you guys, look! That sign says 'Down to Glass Floor'!" Goku exclaimed.
Thank you Captain Obvious…
Vegeta grunted. "Thank you Captain Obvious."
Gr…can these guys read my mind or something? STOP REPETING WHAT I SAY!
Ahem…anyway…
They walked down the stairs to the glass floor. This is what we got: two disappointed families.
"Where's the glass floor? This is all rug!" Trunks exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Goten said.
Bulma looked around. "It's over there boys. Looks like they only have a small section as the actual glass floor."
Trunks crossed his arms. "They MISLED us! I say we sue!"
"No, you just assumed that the whole thing was glass. It's your own fault Trunks." Goten piped in. Wow…mini-Goku makes sense for once…
"Well, let's go see it Goten!" Trunks grabbed Goten's wrist, pulling him into the direction of the glass floor.
Trunks stepped out onto the floor. He bounced up and down to check how sturdy it was. Goten did the same.
"Seems sturdy enough. Wanna have a contest to see who can jump the highest?"
"Sure!"
Trunks went first, then Goten. They both jumped pretty high. They continued their little contest until…
Crack
Trunks looked down. Shoot…the glass cracked.
"Um Trunks…should we get off this now?"
"I don't know Goten…" To jump, or not to jump? What was the point of there being glass if you can't break it? Trunks actually had to start thinking about this one…
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Dende laughed. Oh yes…jump…keep jumping. Make it break. BREAK! Yes, then another part of the world can be mine! MwHAHAHAHAHA
Toronto, here I come…
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Trunks looked at Goten "We jump."
They both took position. They jumped…
SHATTER
The two boys fell through the glass. Falling, further and further and further down, closer to their death.
Wait, our two precious chibis can fly. People peered down the opening, expecting to see two young boys plunging to their deaths. Instead they were floating…
The people gasped. Never in their life had they seen someone float. Fall, yes, but float, no. It defied all the laws of gravity! It just wasn't possible!
Goten and Trunks sighed. Man, they were going to be in deep with Bulma and ChiChi. Sighing again, they both flew up through the hole they created, and back onto the rug.
A crowd of people looked at them. Soon, and circle was being formed around them.
A deadly silence filled the room. Deadly, oh so very deadly….
Someone pointed a finger at them. "Witches! They're witches!"
"That can't be possible!" Another one said, "Witches don't exist!"
"Oh, it is very possible my friend. Haven't you read Harry Potter? He was a witch in the muggle world."
"You idiot! That is a book, meaning it's NOT REAL!"
"But they can FLY! Doesn't that tell you something?"
"Good point…."
"WITCH!"
"I say we burn them!"
"Yeah! Burn them!"
"Woo Hoo! Yeah! Real live witches, COOL!"
Trunks and Goten looked around. They knew their powers would get them in trouble someday…
"You don't want to burn me!" Goten yelled, "I'm cute! Why would you want to hurt this adorable face?" Goten put on a puppy dogface.
"Aw…he's so cute! We can't hurt him guys!"
"You're right…let's burn the gay purple hair one!"
"WHAT!?" Trunks screamed, "I'm NOT gay! You try having your mother dye her hair several different colors over 100 million times. My genes got confused and didn't give me black hair like my dad's!"
"We're burning the gay kid! Yeah!"
"I'M NOT GAY!"
"We're burning him tonight!" Someone grabbed onto his arm.
Trunks threw the hand off. "Don't touch me if you know what's good for you! I am NOT a witch! Aren't I cute and adorable too?"
"NO!"
"Shit…where's Mirai when you need him. They'd go head over heels for him. Ah, the life of living in the future's shadow…" Trunks said to himself dramatically. Suddenly, he found himself being carried away.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ME!" He powered up a ki ball in his hand.
Suddenly, he was dropped, and people were running, screaming for their lives.
"HOLLY SHIT HE REALLY IS A WITCH!"
Trunks smacked his forehead. He just made them believe in a lie…
Goten came running up next to Trunks. "Trunks…you better see what's happening in the line…"
Trunks looked at Goten questioningly, and followed him. In the back of a big, long line stood Bulma, Goku, ChiChi, Gohan, and Videl. Wait, where was Vegeta?
"I TOLD YOU I WANT SOME FOOD! NOW THIS IS A RESTAURANT, I WANT SOME FOOD!" Vegeta held the employee by the collar of his shirt.
"Sir I'm…I'm sorry. It reserved for a party. A very important party, that is. Go get some ice cream or something."
"NO, I WANT SOMETHING DECENT!"
"I'm sorry sir. Just…just…"
"Just what?" he growled.
"Don't kill me!" The guy cried.
Vegeta sighed. All he wanted was some food! Was that so hard to ask? He threw the waiter down, and simply walked away.
"Shit, that was a close one Goten." Trunks whispered to his best friend.
"Yeah, I know. Vegeta almost killed that guy."
Note to self: watch Vegeta more.
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Dende sighed. Both of his plans had backfired on him. Damn…what to do next…
When in doubt, GET A DRINK! YEAH!
Dende pranced over to his liquor cabinet and took out a new pouch of Strawberry Daiquiri drink mix. He had grown tired of all the Pina Coladas people gave him in other fics. It was time for a change! Yes!
Dende looked at his hands. Oh my god, they were turning blue! He was turning blue! Dende smiled. This is what he wanted…. exactly what he wanted…it even said so in the book! The world was on its way to being his, all his…
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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Goten and Trunks walked around aimlessly. A couple of times, they would see people point and them and whisper "witch" and then go back to doing whatever. The two boys actually thought it was funny, even though they decided to tell their parents, just in case they need their aid…*cough*Vegeta can kill*cough*
"Mom, if someone says we're witches, we're not! Honestly! And whatever they said we did, we didn't!"
Bulma put her hands on her hips and looked at Trunks. "What did you do?"
"We um…"
"We broke the glass floor Bulma…"
"GOTEN!" Trunks hissed
"And we were floating underneath it, and now everyone thinks we're witches."
"You broke the glass floor?"
"Um…yeah…"
"Shit…"
"Exactly what we said mom, exactly what we said."
Soon, a security guard came running up to them, panting, he looked at the two boys, "Are you the ones that broke the floor?"
Goten and Trunks looked at each other.
"Who's your mother?"
Trunks pointed at Bulma.
The security looked up at Bulma. "Well hello there. Remember me? I'm the guy from the mall." He proceeded to put his arm around Bulma's shoulder, "Looks like these boys broke the glass floor."
"I'm terribly sorry. Let me get out some money to pay for it."
"Oh, no need. A pretty girl like you doesn't need to pay for anything."
Bulma moved away from him, "But I do. Here's some cash, it should pay for more than the glass floor."
"Wow…this is a lot of money."
"Yes, now be on your way, or I'll sic my husband on you. Trust me, you do not want to mess with him."
"Where is he?"
Bulma pointed to the wall, where Vegeta had his arms crossed and a scowl set on his face.
The security guard gulped and laughed nervously. (you'd be scared too if Vegeta was staring at you!) "Yes, I think I'll go. Bye"
"Bye"
Bulma sighed. They had been waiting in this line for over an hour! That's it—they were leaving.
"Boys! We're going!"
"Aw but mom! We did even get to go to the observation tower!"
"You can fly! You don't need to!"
"Fine" Trunks said, crossing his arms.
So, they all left. No one really protested against it, since most of them could fly anyway It just sucked for Bulma and ChiChi, who would never get a birds' eye view of the city like the boys and Videl could. Oh well, thus is life.
And so they left with much of their day wasted.
There was something good though. That night, they would go to Wayne Gretsky's Restaurant!
But that my friend, is a whole other story.
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