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But be afraid…be very afraid…
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Chapter 13: Hockey time!
I love Hockey. It's the greatest sport to ever come out of Canada. Wait…back up. It's the only sport to come out of Canada. I think…
Anyway, I love Hockey. What's not to love? The fast moving game, the blades screeching on the ice…
Guys body checking and fighting each other…
"……………….."
Oh, hi. I didn't realize you were there. Don't mind me. My mind is just running off to imaginary places. Maybe I'm just in desperate need of a boyfriend.
Oh my god! Imagine if Vegeta and Goku played Hockey! Fights…. wow…can you imagine?
Shit, don't mind me. Let's check up on our boys and girls and see how they're faring at the Hockey Hall Of Fame.
And away we go…
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Goten and Trunks bounced into the Hockey Hall of Fame. Looking around, they found the sign they were looking for—interaction section!
They quickly made their way over. In this section of the building, there were hockey simulations where you get to block pucks, booths for announcing, and mini-games. Everyone followed behind Goten and Trunks.
Trunks looked at Bulma. "Mom, can I play hockey?"
Bulma shook her head. "No sir! It's too dangerous!"
Trunks smacked his forehead. Did anyone else see the irony in that? Too dangerous? For the other kids maybe, but not him. HELLO! Did she not realize that he was the son of Vegeta, which made him Prince of all the Saya-Jins? Well…there were only two Saya-Jins left and three demi Saya-Jins. Guess that's not a lot…
"Hey Trunks! You can call plays! Come on!"
"Sweet!"
Trunks and Goten ran into a red booth, where they could sit down in stools, and look at a video screen.
"Which one are we going to do?'
"Pick that one!" Goten said, pointing at a picture.
Goku came walking into the booth. "Good pick."
Trunks looked up at Goku, "How would you know anything about hockey? Is there actually anything in that head of yours besides air?"
"Hey! I resent that! Vegeta told you that, didn't he?"
Trunks smirked.
"He's going to get a big ass-whoppin' next time we spar…"
"Well, what play are we doing?"
Goku looked at the screen, "looks like the winning play with Bobby Ore at the 1976 Stanley Cup."
"Wow…Goku says something intelligent. It's a miracle." Trunks muttered under his breath.
"I heard that."
"Shoot."
"You guys!" Goten yelled, pointing at the screen, "It's starting! Hurry up Trunks!"
Trunks looked at the screen. Clearing his throat he started to call the play.
"The puck is brought up the left side of the rink. Passed to Bobby Ore on the right side…"" Excitement built up in his voice, as he spoke quickly, "he shoots…AND HE SCORES! BRUINS WIN THE CUP! YEAH!"
"SHUT UP!" A random voice screamed.
Goku leaned against the booth. "Great game. Bobby Ore is one of the greatest hockey players ever."
"How would you know?"
"Trunks, I don't appreciate the attitude. I have that game on tape FYI."
"You do?" Goten looked up at Goku.
"Um…yeah. You're not supposed to know though. ChiChi says hockey is too violent for you."
Oh, the irony…
"When do you watch it?"
"You know when I'm locked in my room alone, and I'm screaming?"
"Yeah…"
"I'm watching the game."
"But Trunks said you were…"
Trunks hit Goten on the head, "Goten! Shut up!"
"Sorry…"
Goku ignored the hit, being as naïve as he is. He then walked away to find Vegeta.
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Vegeta stood in front of the Bobby Ore display case in a daze. One of hockey's greatest, and his stuff was right there…
Vegeta grinned. It was a genuinely evil smile. Think the grinch. You knew when the grinch gets the idea to ruin Christmas and he gets that twisted smile on his face? Of course you do, who hasn't seen that movie? Vegeta's smile was exactly like his. Vegeta rubbed his hands together and laughed softly. Oh, his idea was grand, one of the greatest ideas ever made!
He would ruin the hockey hall of fame!
"Hiya Vegeta!"
Vegeta jumped…damn Kakarott. He turned around abruptly and stared into Goku's eyes. "Don't you EVER do that to me again!"
"Gees, sorry. What are you doing?"
Vegeta smiled. Time to put his plan into action. "This." He pulled his fist back, and slammed it into the glass. "Grab everything you can get your hands on."
"Vegeta! You know better than to steal! What will Bulma think about this?"
"Shut up you idiot! Don't you hear the fucking alarm? Grab everything! It belonged to Bobby Ore! BOBBY ORE I TELL YOU!"
Goku sighed, and started to grab the memorabilia out from the display case.
"They're coming…they're coming! They will never ever take my memorabilia! NEVER! NOT MY BOBBY ORE MEMORABILIA!" Vegeta clung to his stuff tighter. "What do we do? Where do we go! Goku! Help me!" Vegeta said frantically.
"Did you just call me Goku?"
"Fuck! Kakarott! What do we do?"
"Wow, you're coming to me for help. That's a first." Goku said sarcastically.
"Shut up shut up! Where do we go? They're coming!"
"Instant transmission, you idiot." Goku shifted the merchandise to his left hand, and put two fingers to his forehead. Vegeta smirked and did the same. Wow, Goku had come in handy for something. YAY!
They both disappeared in an instant, leaving the cops totally, completely and utterly confused and lost
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Vegeta and Goku materialized in their hotel room.
Goku angrily threw the memorabilia on the bed. Vegeta calmly and carefully set his down next to Goku's.
"Vegeta! You idiot!" Goku screamed, "What the hell are you thinking? We're going to end up being wanted by the fucking police!"
"You stole it too," Vegeta mumbled, acting like a small child.
"YOU FORCED ME TOO!" Goku threw his hands up in the hair. "What are Bulma and ChiChi going to say about this?"
"Take it back." Goku and Vegeta turned around only to see Bulma and ChiChi standing with their hands on their hips.
Vegeta quickly grabbed a hockey stick, "but it's MINE!"
"Stop acting like a child! I want you to take it back!"
"No!"
"Don't make me threaten you Vegeta…"
Goku decided it was time to cut in, "I'll take it back," he quickly gathered everything into his arms. "Be right back. Try not to miss me too much." He then disappeared.
Goku came back after a few seconds. "Well Vegeta, you are officially wanted by the police. Goten and Trunks are also wanted for witchery." He shook his head. How did he become associated with such people? Oh yeah…dragonballs…
"Thank you Goku," ChiChi said calmly, "We always know we can count on you, unlike some people." She pointed her head towards Vegeta. Vegeta sat cross-legged on the bed and stuck his tongue out at ChiChi.
*WACK! *
Vegeta held his head in pain while a large bump formed. ChiChi smirked in content as she put her mallet away.
Yes, I said mallet. She pulled out a mallet instead of a frying pan.
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Dende laughed at the scene. He had grown tired of the whole frying pan thing, so he brought back to old school mallet!
"I hate that frying pan…it doesn't hurt them enough…" Dende said to himself, "too many people use it anyway, and I don't even know who came up with it!"
Told you so.
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ChiChi turned to walk out of the room. "I'm going to Wayne Gretsky's restaurant. Bulma, you can come with me. I'm meeting the boys and Videl there. Good bye."
Bulma started to follow out, "You two better grow up before you come. If you do anything to screw up this dinner, I will make sure it will haunt you for the rest of your life. Understand?"
Both men nodded.
"Good. Now Goodbye!" Bulma walked out, and slammed the door behind her.
"Well Kakarott, what do you want to do now?"
"I don't know. I'm kinda hungry…"
Vegeta sighed. This was going to be a long night…
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Bobby Ore played for the Bruins…just clarifying it.
Next chapter: Wayne Gretsky's! For real this time too! Yay!
Um…any ideas would be appreciated…I'm trying to come up with something more than just a food fight…
Anyway, reviews always appreciated!
