This is my first DBZ fic and 8th piece of writing overall. It is about time I started writing in this category! I don't know if this type of plot has been done yet, but I will be a meanie and make you figure it out yourself.
And as every author stresses, Please R&R!
Just to let you know, all flames will be used on dearest Vegeta here. :: Looks over at Vegeta whom is currently duck taped to a chair in her bedroom with a terrified expression on his face :: Isn't that right, Veggie-sama?
And future Trunks will help me reply to the nice readers! ::looks up at Trunks whom is watching her type:: Right Trunks? ::he says yes:: Will you also help me use the flames on Vegeta? ::he replies with a hell yeah::
::Vegeta makes whimpering noises in the background::
*Kokuei~Desu*
(xX Iron-Reaver Xx)
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Disclaimer Shiitake:
I do not own DBZ or any of the characters in this fic and I do know they aren't real. Although, I'd love to own Funimation Industries so I could have unedited episodes of DBZ and show them to the general public of people it was meant for (people from 15 - 21 instead of five year olds).
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\*A Hard Drive is Nothing Without a Memory*\
File One: \§etup\
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Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward
So there'd never be a past
Easier to Run
Linkin Park - Meteora
#18 walked down the stairwell stepping lightly so no one would hear her footfalls. The stairs still creaked slightly when she put her weight on them, although they didn't creak as loudly as they would have if she descended normally - *that* would have woken everyone in Kame House. She knew she could fly down them, but she would have to raise her power level to do so and that might wake Roshi or Krillin.
It was risky, but she had to do it. This was the only thing keeping her from a giant shopping trip in South City, and in order to do so, she had to get away with *borrowing* her husband's credit cards. It was simple as that - get there and get back before anyone notices her absence. Not too hard, right?
She sighed and stared idly at the remaining steps.
She was the only woman (besides Bulma of course) that could kick Vegeta's ass and yet had trouble with a flight of noisy stairs. How cynical.
Throwing the issue aside as best she could, which was difficult, she started down the steps again. She cringed each time her weight shifted from step to step - each had the potential to wake someone up and keep her on the island for the day. Not something she really wanted at the moment.
*creeeeeeeeeeak*
*deathly silence*
*creeeeeeeeeeak*
She had gotten far enough down to see past the wall that was obstructing her view. It was obvious to her what was going on.
Master Roshi had fallen asleep on the couch again while watching his Pay-Per-View Playboy. He was drooling all over the couch and several beer cans littered the coffee table - hopefully he had a hangover from consuming it all.
Then again if you think about Roshi's tendencies... He probably *was* trashed.
Because of all the drinks as he had in his entire lifetime, which probably numbers somewhere in the upper thousands, he was amazingly not dead yet... nor immune to hangovers. Krillin would sometimes say that Roshi would outlive them all... And out drink them all...
She wouldn't think of doubting him there...
After a few more moments of cringing, #18 was relieved as she reached the landing - there were no more squeaky stairs to worry about.
Now once she got to the door, she would be home free.
Only one problem this time...
She had to get past the *lecherous* sleeping Roshi to do so... Damn her luck... Damn Roshi's incoherent wandering hands that need no sleep to function...
She decided to make a mad dash across the living room and hope for the best. It was worth waking up Krillin - she wouldn't get groped!
Taking her chances, she ran like a bat out of hell across the room and made it to the door after bounding over the second couch.
Half scared, she looked behind her.
Roshi's hand was grasping at air.
At least that wasn't her ass!
Hoping Krillin hadn't awoke due to he lack of restraint on that one, she slid her sandals on and opened the screen door. The sun was just coming up at this point and that gave her a good idea of the time.
At this point she began to walk to the shoreline, only to be interrupted.
"Lovely sunrise, Isn't it 18?"
Oh *shit*! She forgot about the turtle!
"Where do you happen..."
At that moment she grabbed and clamped his jaws shut so he couldn't speak. The turtle was quite frankly... shocked. He began to squirm.
She whispered to him, "Say another word and your *dead* turtle! Don't tell them I'm leaving!"
Letting go of his jaws and setting him down, she glared at him awaiting an answer.
He furrowed his face and backed off, and nodding quickly in reply. He then sloppily scurried as fast as a turtle possibly could to the other side of the island.
He is such a coward.
At this point she wanted to be off the island *period*.
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a rather large tin of dynocaps. She always had some due to their frequent visits with Bulma - she practically gives them away. They were swimming in cases.
She clicked a blue striped one with her thumb, and chucked it into the water.
Its contents appeared in the water with a poof.
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About and two hours after #18 left, Krillin woke up. As a husband would do, he noticed that she wasn't beside him. Normally he wouldn't worry about it, but today was different.
He had an ominous feeling...
Something was wrong...
Dressing himself quickly and being careful not to wake Marron, he made his way to the living room.
Roshi, as anyone would have expected, was drunk and sleeping. In worry for his wife, he shook him awake.
"Master Roshi!? Where is 18?"
Half dazed, he opened his mouth to speak, but before any words came out...
The phone started to ring...
And Krillin was overcome with dread...
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\To Be Continu3d\
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Mwahahaha! Cliffhanger of death!
Please R&R!
Note: No Vegeta's were harmed in the making of this fic... We did come close though...
