Hi guys!
Sorry this took me so long, and I'm glad someone opened their mouth about it to me. I'm so lazy... and of course, I've been on what Jaclenia would call a 'crap streak'. It only took me a few drafts this time... but the idea wouldn't come to me. Again, I'm sorry... and I thank those of you who still read this!
It hasn't been edited, and if you want, I will revise this chapter. Sorry it stinks.
I'm also plotting my next fanfic. I think the fans of this one will enjoy it.
Disclaimer: *cricket sound in the background* Do you have my paycheck?
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While I have little to no idea why I am writing this down in my log, for most of you think you have a good grip on what your husbands were doing on Saturday night, I had nothing more interesting to write. As you are currently aware, your husbands were at my place of residence while I was 'out for the eveing' so they could watch the 'fight.' They'd promptly invited all their friends.
Now, with the way I worded that, I'm sure you're wondering what else they could have possibly been doing. I'm not going to lie to you, they were at my house, and they were watching movies. Such a harsh and painful truth. But I digress. What they were watching could have easily been mistaken for a fight... but of the men there, the only one who would have mistaken such a thing for a fight would be Goku.
Are you getting this yet?
If not, let me simplify this for you. This was a fight that occurred in a bedroom, from what I made of it, a rather LARGE bedroom. This fight usually occurs between a man and a woman, though there are exceptions. Screams, moans, and yells are usually high in pitch and volume, and in a few old movies, opera is sung. After all panting and other vulgar sounds are done, there is occasionally the lighting of cigarettes. Get it now? I thought you would. Now... if you don't have it yet... they were watching porn movies. Okay, so how does a rather resourceful group of grown men cover up the fact that they are going something like this?
Invite Piccolo.
Sure, they could have invited Dende. But in Piccolo's questioning afterward, I heard the - literally - cocky Prince of the Saiya-jins yell, 'That damn guardian of Earth said he would feel cheap! So why not invite the blunt Namek?' Well! I'd have been insulted if I was Piccolo! I do know he didn't act on any fury he'd have had. Because I had to visit neither Dende nor Vegeta in the ICU.
I'm sure by now you're thinking... 'If she was out for the night... how does she know all this?' That, my friends, is an easy answer! Gohan started his evening rather excited and anxious for me to leave our home so he and the guys could have their little party. I agreed to leave them go, and went into our room to get myself ready. Vegeta ran through our doors a few minutes later, obviously not knowing I was still home.
"I got the stuff brat, who'd you invite?" He asked, setting himself down in front of the television and picking up the remote. I hadn't imagined that Vegeta would know how to function one of those, but apparently he could.
I wasn't the only one surprised.
"Vegeta! Do you know how to work one of those?" Gohan asked, stepping forward in order to get our channel-changing device from the hands of the might Prince of the Saiya-jins. Vegeta snapped his arm back, holding it out of Gohan's reach.
"Of course I do, brat," he said, punching in two numbers and turning on some cartoons, "how difficult can it be after all? My sorry excuse for offspring can do this with his eyes closed. What should keep me, the mighty Prince of the Saiya-jins from going the same brat? Are you saying I'm incapable?"
"No! Of course not Vegeta! It's just that that TV..." he paused as a soft BANG came from the remote, followed by an easy and steady flow of smoke, "was rather expensive... I guess that defies telling you not to break it, huh?"
"We'll just make Kakarott change the channels."
I sighed, returning to my hair, which was not agreeing with my command. And it had no respect for hairspray. It just kept... sticking up. I hit it with my hand. Nothing. I brushed it. Nothing. Doesn't hair know it's supposed to obey the hand that washes it!
After deciding that my hair would never obey me, I left the room, and left the house. Vegeta went into and uproar at Gohan for not informing him of my remaining existence. My curiosity rose when he mentioned something about almost blowing the cover they had so sneakily put together (and adding quite evilly that "Kakarott" had not taken part).
I hid in the bushes as the rest of their crew arrived. Krillin, Goku, Goten, Trunks, and Piccolo. I had to climb the big tree right outside the window of Gohan and my house to see inside, and had to press my ear against the window to get what they said. But eavesdropped I did.
Krillin had a kinky look on his face until he popped in the video. Gohan tensed right away in his little arm chair, and I could almost feel the wood of the arm rest break as he gripped it hard. His eyes watched the screen intently, and his face scrunched up a few times.
Trunks seemed to relax during the movie, as he watched and waited for something good to come on. I almost got the feeling that he'd done this before, the way he acted toward the moving lights on the screen was with outstanding control.
Goten looked... confused. It was almost like he didn't understand what was going on. I felt kinda sorry for Bra. Didn't Goten know what was going on? Wait... There! Now that's the dawning look of realization! He gets it now! Good boy!
Goku laughed and giggled like a little boy. You know, the red tint your face gained when the teacher came up in front of class and said that word that made you laugh. The word that scared some children for life after they walked in on their parents. The word that would forever be substituted with it.
Vegeta actually treated it as if it were a fight. He stood up a few times, yelling at them, or cheering them on. His face turned red with rage, as he pointed an stopped his feet. He was angry, he wanted this over with. He wanted it now.
I'm not exactly sure what Piccolo thought of the whole thing. He kinda... stared at the TV, before standing before the other men. He mentioned something about having to vomit, and then excused himself from the room. I didn't see him the rest of the night.
You many wonder if I still have a Namek living in my closet. No, Piccolo was gone the next morning... when Gohan woke me from my place back inside... the bushes. Apparently I fell alseep watching their fun little plot against all of woman kind. I had to think of a cover...
So I told him I fell asleep while trying to pee.
So... now you know! Jaa!
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I know, it's short. I know it stinks. But it's the best I can do for now! Thanks for reading!
-Ino
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