"Bulma Briefs, age: 16, height, 5'5. Eyes, blue. Hair, blue History of criminal offense...negative.," the police officer said while pacing in front of Bulma. She was slumped down in her seat, her head hung slightly low, but she was still looking up, strands of out of place hair fell into her eyes. The cop, who was tall with dark chocolate eyes and neatly combed brown hair pulled up the rolly-chair and sat down, his elbows resting on his knees and the file in his hands. He looked at Bulma, trying to read her eyes, and she stared back with a non-blinking smart ass look. "I'm going to ask you what happened. Do not lie, if you lie things will just get worse." He said intensely. Bulma sighed.
"I was at the movies, with Vegeta.."
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"I was at the movies with Bulma, just chillin' and checking out the film," Vegeta said coolly, an ice pack held to his bloody lip. The heavy set man with a fuzzy brown mustache and a shiny bald spot on top of his head like an island in a brown ocean bent down in his face.
"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY! Says here that you live in the Kami Trailer Park Homes." the officer said much calmly. "That area has a rep. of gangs and trouble making boys such as yourself."
"Kami! I'm not lying!!! I WAS AT THE MOVIES WITH BULMA AND WE GOT INTO A FIGHT, SHE GOT UP TO USE THE BATHROOM.."
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"I got up to use the bathroom and I saw Bulma standing their. She said she had gotten into a fight with some jerk, probably was Vegeta if she hadn't ran into Yamucha earlier," chichi said, hardness in her voice.
"What was you doing at the movies?" A female officer asked.
"Date with Goku."
"So you just happened to be at the movies same time Bulma was?"
"Yup."
"So what else happened?"
"Well, anyway, like I said, she was in the bathroom and Marron and her friends came in talking stuff...so basically it came down to..
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"Well, All I remember is walking into the bathroom when Marron and her friends, Bulma and Chichi where all fighting."
"Verbally or-" the blonde man asked.
"Yes, just words," Launch replied looking down in the cup of water she had in her hands, looking shy and feeling uncomfortable.
"What esle?"
"Well, I tried to break it up and just say 'Guys, its not worth it' but-"
"But?"
"But one of her friends made a comment, something about Jell-O for brains, and she got in my face, and she had on so much perfume it made me sneeze.."
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"And so, this girl just sneezed and BOOM, she turns into this blonde chick with green eyes." Marron said running a hand through her hair.
"She turned into a blonde? because of a sneeze?" the over weight officer asked.
"Yea, I was so scared, I tried to talk to Bulma reasonably and tell her their was no need to be jealous of me and Yamucha. But she just kept screaming and screaming, and her and her friends just jumped on us and that's when Chichi said something about me being a tramp and hit me.
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"Chichi did you hit Marron first?"
"Damn right I did, no one calls me and my friends names."
"And so what else happened?"
"Well, somehow I slipped on some spilled water, and I punched Launch in the face on accident and then Bulma tried to help her lip stop bleeding, that's when Marron and her friends got away.."
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"So Ms. Briefs, did you handle Yamucha breaking up with you easy?"
"Breaking up with ME? For the last time, I BROKE UP WITH HIM!!!"
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"So Goku," the two police said on either side of him, eating donuts.
"What happened in your own words?" the skinny one asked, chuckling.
"I told you!" Goku exclaimed, his mouth watering from the scent of the donuts, "I went looking for Chichi and bumped into Vegeta. That's when Yamucha and his friends.."
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"-Where looking for Marron and her girlfriends. That's when I ran into Vegeta and Goku. So we started talking and things heated up-"
"What was you saying?" the cop asked.
"Oh.. You know," Yamucha explained vaguely, skriming in his seat uncomfortable. "Stuff."
"Hmm...okay, so anyway?"
"Yeah anyway-"
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"Marron comes out the bathroom and she's wobbling and stuff cuz she got beat up-" Goku said.
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"I dunno, I came out of the movie theater and saw my friends in a pickle so I decided to help em out."
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"So Yamucha tries to stand up for me, fighting with Bulma and everything-"
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"So anyway, the jerk calls me a bitch and says all this crap about me, I swear I was about to break down in tears-"
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"I just felt guilty and gave the punk what he deserved, no one should talk to Bulma like that, she don't deserve it ya know?"
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"So anyway, they fell out and Piccolo jumped in, he was really givin' that one guy a run for his money, and Vegeta beat up Yamucha pretty bad, and Goku was just plain killing his guy. That's when it broke up. Launch finished.
The police officers looked at the group of 12 teenagers. 6 girls, 6 boys, each one with similar stories but different versions. A secretary walked out of her office with more files and paper work.
"Everyone's parents has been called sir," she said to the tall blonde man with deep brown eyes and handing him the files. "The paper work is filled out and everything," with that she left, taking a look at the large group and shaking her head sadly before she went back in her office.
"Well, kids," the man said pacing in front of them. "I can send you to juvi. hall, I can make you do volunteer work at the theater...I can make your parents pay a fine....But I'm just going to let you all go. Since it was just a scuffle," the police officer said, throwing the files as if they where garbage on his desk. The group gave a collective sigh of relief.
"But I am going to make you do volunteer work at the park...togather...for 1 week. And if anything pops off..." he said, narrowing his eyes at every single last one of them. He didn't need to say anything more, him and his officer-buddies left the room, leaving the group alone.
Goku sighed, putting his head in his palms and Chichi rubbed his back.
"MY dad is gonna be so PISSED!" he shouted, grinding his teeth togather. Vegeta just sort of looked off to the side with his arms crossed, a fiery rage look on his face. Bulma glanced from Goku, Chichi, Vegeta to Piccolo and Launch.
"You know, I didn't think you had the nerve to fight someone Launch," Piccolo complimented, not affected at all by the days events.
"Piccolo, it wasn't me..." she said in her shy innocent tone. "See, I have this rare personality disorder....Doctors said from pent up anger. Every time i sneeze, this other person comes out. A bad person, I usually take medicine for it, but I forgot to take it." Launch confessed ashamed. Piccolo's eyes lit up.
"Cool," he said simply.
"What?"
"I said I think it's cool. You have a sweet and gentle side, then a spicy and rough side, I find that sexy in a way." He said bluntly, making Launch blush deeply. A thought of inspiration burst into Bulma's head as she thought about her next matchmaker plan. She glanced at her former partner in her secret love games, I think I can pull this one off myself, she thought. Yamucha and his girlfriend cuddled loudly, trying their best to provoke Bulma. The rest of her friends fought with their boyfriends for some reason. The blue haired girl sighed as she heard the automatic doors open in the other room. She recognized her parents' voices easily. There was others with them, probably everyone else's folks.
Within a moment of too, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs came walking through the doors.
"Bulma!!" her mother squealed. She cuddled her daughter, carefully inspecting the scratches on her face. Her father stood with his arms behide his back, disappointment soaking his face.
"Mommy," Bulma said smiling at Mrs. Briefs.
"Bulma," Her father spoke up, making his wife waddle to the side in her high heels.
"Daddy I-"
"I'm so disappointed of you! Acting like some common delinquent! Fighting in at the movies! I know me and your mother wasn't always there at home with you because of business,"
"But daddy I-"
"But I thought we raised you better then that! This is not expectable. All you car, phone, computer and any other means of transportation and commutation with your friends are suspended," he started, earning a gasp from his little girl. "and you WILL not be served by the maids, you will do your own cleaning and cooking!" he said turning and about to leave, his face was red like an apple. Bulma turned to her chair, her head hung low. "And one more thing," her father said, making her look up. "All shopping is off! That means magazine, Shopping network and the mall!" with that he left. Bulma collapsed in her chair crying hysterically as if someone gave her the death penalty. Her mother patted her back as the next group as parents walked in, which was Goku's stylish mother, and His father, Chichi noticed how much Goku looked like his dad, expect for the large battle scar that stained his right cheek. Goku shot out of his, standing still and stiff like a solider.
"GOKU! I am seriously anger at you!" his father screamed almost as if giving commands to an army.
"Yes sir! Sorry sir!" Goku said back firmly but weak with guilt
"What made you act in such a way!?" his father asked, getting in his face. Goku stopped and thunk for a while, looking side to side.
"In self defense sir?" he asked, testing if that was the right thing to say.
" Self defense? Did you win son?"
"Sir yes sir!" Goku said smiling slightly. His father patted him on the back, a flash of proudness over came his face for a split second. Then he returned to his commander mode.
"I do NOT tolerate this from my troops, I will not tolerate this in my own home! You will receive punishment that me and your mother will decide on! You will also apologize to these young men's' fathers for beating the hell out of them!"
"SIR YES SIR!"
"Relax soldier," his mother cut in, filing her nails. Just then Yamucha's father burst in, alone with his friend's parents too. His father who looked almost like Yamucha, expect meaner and in a business suit, grabbed his son by the collar.
"You little brat! DON'T YOU KNOW YOU INTERRUPTED BE IN A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING?!" he screamed.
"Gosh I'm sorry dad!" Yamucha shouted. His father threw him back into his seat, making Yamucha hit his head sort of hard on the wall behide him. His friend got yelled at, almost as bad as Yamucha did, then was token out of the room. Next an old woman dressed in a large flower dress walked up to Yamucha's other friend.
"Barthalamule!" she shouted at him. Yamucha chuckled and looked at his friend.
"Barthalamule? I thought you name was Bart?" he whispered, only earning a slap on the back of his head from his father. His friend's grandmother continued.
"That's it! Now your gonna have to scrub my corns when we get home!"
"BUT GRANDMA! THAT'S CHILD ABUSE!" his friend protested.
"Shut up boy!" his grandmother shouted, pulling him by the ear out of the office. Next Marron and her friend's Mom ran through the door. Everyone one looking just like a Barbie doll. The checked their daughters, talking about plastic surgery to fix their broken noses and busted lips and quickly rushed out the door.
Bulma, Chichi, Goku, Piccolo, Launch and Vegeta sat back and their parents talked among themselves, occasionally glancing at their kids."Vegeta?" Bulma said softly. He still looked off into space, an unfamiliar expression on his face. She gently touched his arm, "Vegeta?" she asked again. He jerked his arm away as he heard cars and motorcycles pull up. Within only a few short moments his father busted through the door. His dark red cape rode the air as he marched over to his son, disgust written on his face. Bulma looked sarcastically at Vegeta's father's choice of clothes. Hey, I thought Halloween was over with, she thought to herself amusingly. He grabbed Vegeta by the collar as Yamucha's dad had done. Expect he raised him higher into the air and slapped him hard across the face, leaving a red blotch on Vegeta's almost perfect skin.
"You disgusting.." His father started, obviously failing to find the words to fit his emotions. "you tarnish the royal name! You not only disgrace yourself, but us as well, your country! Your heritage and history!"
"Father if you only knew half the story-"
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME BOY!" his father shouted back, threatening to hit his son with a raised hand. Vegeta settled back down into his chair, unfolding and folding his arms.
"I don't know about the rest of them," His father started, waving his hand before the group of people, "But YOU know right from wrong. I won't even bother lecturing you. Just remember, you have only a week left," his father said. Bulma raised an eyebrow, trying hard to understand the story. What royal name was Vegeta Tarnishing? What was there a week left for? And what's up with his dad's cape?
*sigh* i wrote this chap. on a suddenly flash of genuis, I had to write it down quick before I forgot it. So if you can't understand the first part, its them going to each person to each person. Think of the movie Jawbreaker when everyone was telling their verison of the story.
next chapters deals with Launch+Piccolo hook up, the volunenteer work at the park, and Vegeta telling Bulma his secret. This is gonna be a longer story then I thought it would be!
"I was at the movies, with Vegeta.."
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"I was at the movies with Bulma, just chillin' and checking out the film," Vegeta said coolly, an ice pack held to his bloody lip. The heavy set man with a fuzzy brown mustache and a shiny bald spot on top of his head like an island in a brown ocean bent down in his face.
"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY! Says here that you live in the Kami Trailer Park Homes." the officer said much calmly. "That area has a rep. of gangs and trouble making boys such as yourself."
"Kami! I'm not lying!!! I WAS AT THE MOVIES WITH BULMA AND WE GOT INTO A FIGHT, SHE GOT UP TO USE THE BATHROOM.."
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"I got up to use the bathroom and I saw Bulma standing their. She said she had gotten into a fight with some jerk, probably was Vegeta if she hadn't ran into Yamucha earlier," chichi said, hardness in her voice.
"What was you doing at the movies?" A female officer asked.
"Date with Goku."
"So you just happened to be at the movies same time Bulma was?"
"Yup."
"So what else happened?"
"Well, anyway, like I said, she was in the bathroom and Marron and her friends came in talking stuff...so basically it came down to..
~~~~~~~
"Well, All I remember is walking into the bathroom when Marron and her friends, Bulma and Chichi where all fighting."
"Verbally or-" the blonde man asked.
"Yes, just words," Launch replied looking down in the cup of water she had in her hands, looking shy and feeling uncomfortable.
"What esle?"
"Well, I tried to break it up and just say 'Guys, its not worth it' but-"
"But?"
"But one of her friends made a comment, something about Jell-O for brains, and she got in my face, and she had on so much perfume it made me sneeze.."
~~~~~~~~
"And so, this girl just sneezed and BOOM, she turns into this blonde chick with green eyes." Marron said running a hand through her hair.
"She turned into a blonde? because of a sneeze?" the over weight officer asked.
"Yea, I was so scared, I tried to talk to Bulma reasonably and tell her their was no need to be jealous of me and Yamucha. But she just kept screaming and screaming, and her and her friends just jumped on us and that's when Chichi said something about me being a tramp and hit me.
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Chichi did you hit Marron first?"
"Damn right I did, no one calls me and my friends names."
"And so what else happened?"
"Well, somehow I slipped on some spilled water, and I punched Launch in the face on accident and then Bulma tried to help her lip stop bleeding, that's when Marron and her friends got away.."
~~~~~~~~~~
"So Ms. Briefs, did you handle Yamucha breaking up with you easy?"
"Breaking up with ME? For the last time, I BROKE UP WITH HIM!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
"So Goku," the two police said on either side of him, eating donuts.
"What happened in your own words?" the skinny one asked, chuckling.
"I told you!" Goku exclaimed, his mouth watering from the scent of the donuts, "I went looking for Chichi and bumped into Vegeta. That's when Yamucha and his friends.."
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"-Where looking for Marron and her girlfriends. That's when I ran into Vegeta and Goku. So we started talking and things heated up-"
"What was you saying?" the cop asked.
"Oh.. You know," Yamucha explained vaguely, skriming in his seat uncomfortable. "Stuff."
"Hmm...okay, so anyway?"
"Yeah anyway-"
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"Marron comes out the bathroom and she's wobbling and stuff cuz she got beat up-" Goku said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I dunno, I came out of the movie theater and saw my friends in a pickle so I decided to help em out."
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So Yamucha tries to stand up for me, fighting with Bulma and everything-"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So anyway, the jerk calls me a bitch and says all this crap about me, I swear I was about to break down in tears-"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I just felt guilty and gave the punk what he deserved, no one should talk to Bulma like that, she don't deserve it ya know?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So anyway, they fell out and Piccolo jumped in, he was really givin' that one guy a run for his money, and Vegeta beat up Yamucha pretty bad, and Goku was just plain killing his guy. That's when it broke up. Launch finished.
The police officers looked at the group of 12 teenagers. 6 girls, 6 boys, each one with similar stories but different versions. A secretary walked out of her office with more files and paper work.
"Everyone's parents has been called sir," she said to the tall blonde man with deep brown eyes and handing him the files. "The paper work is filled out and everything," with that she left, taking a look at the large group and shaking her head sadly before she went back in her office.
"Well, kids," the man said pacing in front of them. "I can send you to juvi. hall, I can make you do volunteer work at the theater...I can make your parents pay a fine....But I'm just going to let you all go. Since it was just a scuffle," the police officer said, throwing the files as if they where garbage on his desk. The group gave a collective sigh of relief.
"But I am going to make you do volunteer work at the park...togather...for 1 week. And if anything pops off..." he said, narrowing his eyes at every single last one of them. He didn't need to say anything more, him and his officer-buddies left the room, leaving the group alone.
Goku sighed, putting his head in his palms and Chichi rubbed his back.
"MY dad is gonna be so PISSED!" he shouted, grinding his teeth togather. Vegeta just sort of looked off to the side with his arms crossed, a fiery rage look on his face. Bulma glanced from Goku, Chichi, Vegeta to Piccolo and Launch.
"You know, I didn't think you had the nerve to fight someone Launch," Piccolo complimented, not affected at all by the days events.
"Piccolo, it wasn't me..." she said in her shy innocent tone. "See, I have this rare personality disorder....Doctors said from pent up anger. Every time i sneeze, this other person comes out. A bad person, I usually take medicine for it, but I forgot to take it." Launch confessed ashamed. Piccolo's eyes lit up.
"Cool," he said simply.
"What?"
"I said I think it's cool. You have a sweet and gentle side, then a spicy and rough side, I find that sexy in a way." He said bluntly, making Launch blush deeply. A thought of inspiration burst into Bulma's head as she thought about her next matchmaker plan. She glanced at her former partner in her secret love games, I think I can pull this one off myself, she thought. Yamucha and his girlfriend cuddled loudly, trying their best to provoke Bulma. The rest of her friends fought with their boyfriends for some reason. The blue haired girl sighed as she heard the automatic doors open in the other room. She recognized her parents' voices easily. There was others with them, probably everyone else's folks.
Within a moment of too, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs came walking through the doors.
"Bulma!!" her mother squealed. She cuddled her daughter, carefully inspecting the scratches on her face. Her father stood with his arms behide his back, disappointment soaking his face.
"Mommy," Bulma said smiling at Mrs. Briefs.
"Bulma," Her father spoke up, making his wife waddle to the side in her high heels.
"Daddy I-"
"I'm so disappointed of you! Acting like some common delinquent! Fighting in at the movies! I know me and your mother wasn't always there at home with you because of business,"
"But daddy I-"
"But I thought we raised you better then that! This is not expectable. All you car, phone, computer and any other means of transportation and commutation with your friends are suspended," he started, earning a gasp from his little girl. "and you WILL not be served by the maids, you will do your own cleaning and cooking!" he said turning and about to leave, his face was red like an apple. Bulma turned to her chair, her head hung low. "And one more thing," her father said, making her look up. "All shopping is off! That means magazine, Shopping network and the mall!" with that he left. Bulma collapsed in her chair crying hysterically as if someone gave her the death penalty. Her mother patted her back as the next group as parents walked in, which was Goku's stylish mother, and His father, Chichi noticed how much Goku looked like his dad, expect for the large battle scar that stained his right cheek. Goku shot out of his, standing still and stiff like a solider.
"GOKU! I am seriously anger at you!" his father screamed almost as if giving commands to an army.
"Yes sir! Sorry sir!" Goku said back firmly but weak with guilt
"What made you act in such a way!?" his father asked, getting in his face. Goku stopped and thunk for a while, looking side to side.
"In self defense sir?" he asked, testing if that was the right thing to say.
" Self defense? Did you win son?"
"Sir yes sir!" Goku said smiling slightly. His father patted him on the back, a flash of proudness over came his face for a split second. Then he returned to his commander mode.
"I do NOT tolerate this from my troops, I will not tolerate this in my own home! You will receive punishment that me and your mother will decide on! You will also apologize to these young men's' fathers for beating the hell out of them!"
"SIR YES SIR!"
"Relax soldier," his mother cut in, filing her nails. Just then Yamucha's father burst in, alone with his friend's parents too. His father who looked almost like Yamucha, expect meaner and in a business suit, grabbed his son by the collar.
"You little brat! DON'T YOU KNOW YOU INTERRUPTED BE IN A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING?!" he screamed.
"Gosh I'm sorry dad!" Yamucha shouted. His father threw him back into his seat, making Yamucha hit his head sort of hard on the wall behide him. His friend got yelled at, almost as bad as Yamucha did, then was token out of the room. Next an old woman dressed in a large flower dress walked up to Yamucha's other friend.
"Barthalamule!" she shouted at him. Yamucha chuckled and looked at his friend.
"Barthalamule? I thought you name was Bart?" he whispered, only earning a slap on the back of his head from his father. His friend's grandmother continued.
"That's it! Now your gonna have to scrub my corns when we get home!"
"BUT GRANDMA! THAT'S CHILD ABUSE!" his friend protested.
"Shut up boy!" his grandmother shouted, pulling him by the ear out of the office. Next Marron and her friend's Mom ran through the door. Everyone one looking just like a Barbie doll. The checked their daughters, talking about plastic surgery to fix their broken noses and busted lips and quickly rushed out the door.
Bulma, Chichi, Goku, Piccolo, Launch and Vegeta sat back and their parents talked among themselves, occasionally glancing at their kids."Vegeta?" Bulma said softly. He still looked off into space, an unfamiliar expression on his face. She gently touched his arm, "Vegeta?" she asked again. He jerked his arm away as he heard cars and motorcycles pull up. Within only a few short moments his father busted through the door. His dark red cape rode the air as he marched over to his son, disgust written on his face. Bulma looked sarcastically at Vegeta's father's choice of clothes. Hey, I thought Halloween was over with, she thought to herself amusingly. He grabbed Vegeta by the collar as Yamucha's dad had done. Expect he raised him higher into the air and slapped him hard across the face, leaving a red blotch on Vegeta's almost perfect skin.
"You disgusting.." His father started, obviously failing to find the words to fit his emotions. "you tarnish the royal name! You not only disgrace yourself, but us as well, your country! Your heritage and history!"
"Father if you only knew half the story-"
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME BOY!" his father shouted back, threatening to hit his son with a raised hand. Vegeta settled back down into his chair, unfolding and folding his arms.
"I don't know about the rest of them," His father started, waving his hand before the group of people, "But YOU know right from wrong. I won't even bother lecturing you. Just remember, you have only a week left," his father said. Bulma raised an eyebrow, trying hard to understand the story. What royal name was Vegeta Tarnishing? What was there a week left for? And what's up with his dad's cape?
*sigh* i wrote this chap. on a suddenly flash of genuis, I had to write it down quick before I forgot it. So if you can't understand the first part, its them going to each person to each person. Think of the movie Jawbreaker when everyone was telling their verison of the story.
next chapters deals with Launch+Piccolo hook up, the volunenteer work at the park, and Vegeta telling Bulma his secret. This is gonna be a longer story then I thought it would be!
