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Okay everyone, I'm so sorry that this took two months to update. I've been so busy, and I kept getting writers block. I never knew how hard it was to write a humor fic until now.

I also lied about the last chapter. This isn't the last chapter. I thought it was going to be, but I changed my mind. I think I have it in me to go one more chapter. (besides, I ran out of ideas. ^_^)

There's one part in the beginning that's dedicated to Goku's Daughter. (who we all should give thanks to for helping me with ideas for this chapter!)

So, enjoy the 15th chapter of We Blame Canada!

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   The light clicked on in the girls' hotel room. ChiChi had woken up earlier than usual. She didn't know why, but something didn't feel right. Shrugging off the feeling, she grabbed the clicker and turned the TV on.

   "There has been a warning issued in Toronto for the SARS virus. Five people have caught it, and three have died. We suggest that vacationers should get out of the city as soon as possible."

   ChiChi jumped out of her bed. This wasn't good…this was HORRIBLE! She threw on all the lights and screamed for everyone to get up. There was no way that they were staying in Toronto any longer. They were leaving, and no one was going to get sick.

   "ChiChi, what's going on?" Videl sleepily rubbed her eyes.

   "Get dressed, we're leaving!"

   "I know, but I thought we were leaving later."

   "No! That SARS virus has hit Toronto, and we're not going to stick around long enough to get it! So get dressed, we're leaving!"

   "But it's early…"

   "I SAID WE'RE LEAVING!" ChiChi stomped over to the door leading to the boys' room. She ripped the door opened, and turned on a light, "We're leaving! Get up, get dressed, and I want to see you all in the lobby in five minutes!"

   Vegeta grumbled and buried his head into his pillow, "Shut up woman, I'm sleeping."

   SMACK, WACK, BOOM, CRASH!

   Vegeta sat up in bed and carefully rubbed the bump forming on his head, "All right, I'm up."

   ChiChi smiled sweetly, and left the room. Vegeta grumbled as he forced everyone out of bed. Vegeta was not a force to mess with in the morning, and it was best to follow everything he said.

   Five minutes later, everyone was surprisingly in the lobby. As the crew walked outside to the parking garage, they noticed two people on the street corner…

   A short girl with curly brown hair looked up at the boy standing in front of her. Her eyes were filled with anger. Oh, that was it, she had had enough with this kid.

   "Trunks Briefs!" She screamed, pointing her finger in his face, "I have had enough! I don't know what I ever saw in you! We're through! Goodbye!" She turned to walk away.

   "But Ashley…" Trunks started. He never had a chance to finish his sentence.

   The girl known as Ashley turned around, "Don't you 'But Ashley' me! No sir, it will not work on me! You can go get one of your "adoring fans" to be with you. I have had enough!"

   "No! Don't go!"

   Ashley simply flicked him off, and walked away without another word.

   Trunks sighed. So much for that. Ashley was even a pretty girl, and he lost her! Damn the male modeling industry! Damn it all to hell!

   He sighed again, and held a ticket in the air, "Get your ticket! One ticket to the Bluejays game! For only one dollar, this ticket could be yours! Buy it and see the Bluejays before we all die from SARS!" He yelled, waving a small ticket in the air.

   Bulma marched over to him, "Trunks! What have you reduced yourself to?"

   Trunks stopped and looked at Bulma, "I'm scalping tickets. My fans are slowly leaving me. My agency says I'm too old. Funny, I'm only 27…"

   "You're coming home with us." Bulma grabbed his wrist, and started to pull him towards the group.

   "NANI!? I don't want to go! I love Toronto!" Trunks yelled, trying to wrestle his wrist out of Bulma's grasp. It's ironic in way; Trunks is one of the strongest men on earth, yet he can't win against his mother.

   Trunks crossed his arms as he sat between Goten and Chibi Trunks in the back row of the van. They could have just all done the instant transmission and be home in less than a second, but no---they just HAD to take the car trip. Trunks groaned. Ten hours in a car with…THEM! He was going to go insane!

   They've come to take his soul!

   "Hey Trunks?" Goten looked over to Chibi Trunks.

   "What Goten."

   "I know a song."

   Chibi Trunks looked at Goten in a rather annoying way, "What song?"

   Goten took in a deep breath, "I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES!"

   Both Mirai and Chibi Trunks groaned, "No, don't sing it…" They said at the same time.

   Goten drew in another breath, "I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES!"

   Mirai sank down in his seat. Oh god, kill him now.

3 hours later…

   "I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES!"

   "SHUT UP BACK THERE!" Vegeta screamed. Goten promptly shut up. Vegeta smirked and closed his eyes. Finally, some sleep after that baka woman ChiChi had woken him up.

  

   Vegeta smirked as he stood in front of a building. Balling his hands up into fists, he powered up two fairly large balls of energy. He thrust his hands forward, the ki surging from his palms to the building. The building burned, flames rising to the sky. A cry could be heard from the building. Vegeta laughed maniacally as he watched her burn…

   "Burn baby! Yeah! Burn!" Vegeta screamed. She was going to die! Yes! That woman was going to die! No more frying pan! No more being woken up from his sacred sleep! Yes! Burn!

   Vegeta woke up abruptly and came back to reality. What a shame, he really thought that he had killed ChiChi. Really, it would have been fun. The only problem would be Kakarott…yes that evil man would die with her….

   Then he had an idea. A brilliant, awful idea…

   Vegeta rubbed his hands together as a smirk appeared on his face. He chuckled softly. Yes, they would all die!

   "Vegeta, are you okay?"

   Vegeta glanced over at Bulma, who was driving, "Of course I am!" Vegeta snapped back. Damn, his plan would have to wait…

   "Oh look, we're at the border!" Bulma exclaimed. She slowly pulled up to a window with a security guy in it.

   "State your name and state of residence." A fat man peered down into the car.

   Bulma smiled, "I'm Bulma Briefs, and we're from Massachusetts!"

   "Bulma Briefs?"

   Bulma nodded, "Internationally known Bulma Briefs."

   "Internationally known, huh?" The man glanced at the back wall, where Goten and Trunks's pictures hung. He took out a walkie-talkie and whispered something into it. He then turned back to Bulma, "If you could stay here, the state troopers will be here any moment."

   Bulma's eyes went wide, "Why? We haven't done anything!"

   The policeman pointed back to his wall.

   Wanted: Son Goten and Trunks Briefs. $60,000,000,000 reward to whoever can capture them.

    Ironically, a man wearing a red overcoat with a black bodysuit covered the space next to Trunks and Goten's picture. He had spiky blonde hair, and yellow sunglasses. His wanted sign read:

   Wanted: Vash the Stampede. $100 dollar reward for bringing him in. He's wanted for destruction of the city Cleveland, Ohio. 

    Bulma looked at the wall, wondering why the hell Trunks and Goten were worth $60,000,000,000 while an alleged murderer was worth $100,"Well, um…what did they do?" Bulma asked.

   "Disturbed the piece, caused car accidents and Trunks scratched the pain off of someone's car with his skateboard! What delinquents you have!"

   Bulma growled…

   And stepped on the gas petal.

   "Hold on everyone, this is going to be a bumpy ride!" Bulma yelled. She blasted her car onto the highway, and they started to make their quick way home.

   Vegeta was thrilled. Who knew that his wife had it in her to blow off the cops like that! If there's any reason why I married that woman…this is it. he thought, a full blown smile covering his face. Fun! Woo hoo!

   Look at 'em go!

   Sirens went off behind the mini-van. Oh no! The cops we onto them! Bulma pressed the acceleration down harder and started to weave through the cars….

   Time to do this Fast and the Furious style!

   The police followed closely behind. Damn mini-van was too slow…

    So much for the Fast and the Furious.

   A news helicopter followed the car chase high above in the air. A red hair woman looked at the camera as she talked.

   "We're following a high speed car chase over the border from Canada into the United States! We have no clue who these people are! For all we know, they're terrorists! The world is going to end! Oh no!" The woman paused for a dramatic effect. A camera guy then whispered something in her ear, and she continued to talk, "This just in! We know who is in the car!" She read off a piece of paper, "it's Bulma Briefs, Vegeta Briefs, Trunks Briefs, Videl Satan, Son ChiChi, Son Goten, Son Goku, and…" Her eyes went wide, "SON GOHAN!? I haven't seen him in ages! Oh, my, god! This is so weird!"

   "Lime, we're doing a live report here!" A cameraman yelled.

   "Oh, right. This is Lime, signing off!"   

    Holy shit, Gohan's down there…

   Gohan banged his head against a headrest. "Why…does…this…always…happen…to…me…?"

   "Aw, Gohan, it's not that bad," Goku said reassuringly to his son. Goku, Goku, Goku…what would we do without him? He's the only one who wouldn't realize the potential danger they were in.

   Bulma pressed harder on the gas petal. The car was now breaking 100 mph. Hm…is that fast for a mini van? I wonder…

   So anyway, Bulma sped down the highway, knocking several cars off the road. Heck, it started a damn chain reaction! One car crashing into another, metal clashing with metal. Sparks flew in every direction possible! Oh, the humanity!

   Sounds hot, doesn't it. Heh heh heh…

   Bulma glanced in the rearview mirror. She had shaken off some of the cops. Others still pursued, but they were slowly down. Maybe they finally figured out that it wasn't worth it. Trunks and Goten were young and cute, so you know, can't label them as juvenile delinquents!

   Finally, the last cop disappeared in the traffic. Bulma breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Wow you guys, that killed an hour."

   Mirai sighed heavily, and took out his Game boy Advanced. After five months of trying to defeat Ganon in The Oracle of Seasons, he was going to finally beat that game…

   Nothing really interesting happened in the next two hours. Mirai worked intensely to find the noble sword (which was easier than he thought once he figured it out…), Videl had fallen asleep on  Gohan's lap (there wasn't enough room for everyone to have a seat) Gohan himself was asleep, Bulma drove the actual speed limit, Goku and Vegeta were busy eating, ChiChi patrolled everyone, and Goten just looked around lazily, always being amused by different things.  

   "You guys…where's Trunks?" ChiChi asked, her voice rising in suspicion.

   "I'm right here…" Mirai answered, his eyes staring at his Game boy. I will beat Oracle of Seasons, I will beat Oracle of Seasons, I will beat Oracle of Seasons…

   "No, chibi…where's chibi?"

   "How could he have gotten out of the car?" Goten asked, "I mean, we've been moving the whole time."

   "Very good observation, Goten. Maybe there is hope for you!" ChiChi said proudly. Goten looked up at her with a confused look.

   "What? Hope for what?"

   "Nothing dear. Don't worry about it."

   Suddenly, there was a cracking noise, and Chibi Trunks landed safely next to his future counter part. He was smiling brightly. Too brightly, in fact…

   "Trunks Briefs, how did you get out of this car?" Bulma glared back at Trunks through her rear view mirror.

   "That's easy, instant transmission!"

   Everyone's jaws dropped. Instant Transmission? How could he do that? The only two people who could do that were Goku and Vegeta!

   "How? How can you do that?" Mirai asked, finally lifting his eyes of his Game boy Advance long enough to look at his younger self.

   "I've watched Goku do it tons of times. It's not that hard once you get the hang of it."

   "HA! BEAT THAT KAKAROTT! MY SON IS BETTER THAN YOURS!" Vegeta pointed a finger at Goku.

   "There's no need for that Vegeta. Neither of our sons is better than the other." Goku simply said.

   "Actually I am better than Goten," Trunks muttered, "I'm stronger, faster, and cuter. I'll be in awesome shape if I can grow up and look like Mirai…then I'll really have the girls coming after me."

   "I HEARD THAT TRUNKS!" Goten yelled, "YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ME!"

   "Oh yeah? Prove it."

   Goten raised his fist into the air and prepared to attack Trunks.

   He would have too, if ChiChi didn't reach into the back seat and grab his arm.

   "Goten, no fighting! That's why you two train! Wait until we get home!"

   "Damn it!" Bulma hit the steering wheel?

   "What is it?" ChiChi asked, peering over the driver's seat.

   "Damn traffic…looks like it's stretching for miles. Okay you guys, sit tight, we're in for a long ride…"

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I hope you liked that! Hopefully, the last chapter won't take another 2 months to update. Remember to review! ^_^