A/N: Here we go! Next chapter here! Thanks to all those who reviewed, you are too kind. Oh, and when I said tekker (might be spelled techer), I meant the people who work on their cars and wear cowboy boots and sometimes have a really low IQ. The correct term for Star Trek followers is a trekkie. Maybe that's what I'll do...make Vegeta a nerd. *laughs insanely* Anything's possible with this story.
I don't own Dragonballz
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Well, there we were, still on the road. I was eating cheesy popcorn at the time, and having difficulties keeping it away from Juuana. Stupid pig. After I finished that, boredom set in, and Juuana had decided that now was a good time to sing, much to the annoyance of Uncle and myself.
"Misery...is what I feel...when you're not around...so what can heal...misery..."
"Shut up!"
"But sister dear, if I want to get into the music industry, I have to practice."
"No you don't, just wear a padded bra and dress like a skank. You'll be there in no time."
"True enough."
We all sat in silence for a total of about...30 seconds, which was when Juuana came up with the idea of singing the song that never ends. I joined in, because I was bored out of my frickin' mind. The best part was that we sang it really loud, and I mean REALLY loud. Uncle Gero even joined us, and this is the even more cool part, LOWERED THE WINDOWS so that EVERYONE ELSE driving could hear us. I swear, it's in our genes to annoy people. You wouldn't believe how many people flipped us the bird. It was hilarious, at least, I thought so.
The most humorous part of our trip, though, was when we walked into Burger King and the cashier started flirting with Juuana. I should mention that this was a fifty year old man as well. Poor Juuana was throwing up in the washroom, and I was laughing my ass off and trying to eat my Whopper. I was choking on my food a few minutes later. Juuana wouldn't eat anything, thinking he'd probably throw up again.
When we got back in the car, Uncle cranked up the country music...really loud. And I mean REALLY loud. I was plugging my ears, and Juuana was singing along. I never thought country could sound worse, but Juuana proved me wrong.
"The best thing about bein' a woman..."
Have I ever mentioned how much I LOATHE Shania Twain? The worst part about that is Juuana pretends he knows it really well, but...yeah.
"Oh-oh-ah-oh, a-totally crazy, give e-m'lady, men in lil' short skirts, oh-oh-ah-oh, feel the attraction-"
I grabbed my brother's pillow and tried to suffocate him. I was really pissed at that point, and I vowed to make sure he would NEVER sing again. Of course, then we had a really huge pillow fight, which turned into another bitch-slap fest. At the end of it all, Juuana had agreed to stop singing, as long as I stopped raking him with his nails. I can be a vicious bitch when I want to be, it's true. He was bleeding quite a bit too.
When we finally saw the sign for Southwest Capitol City, I was doing a victory dance...well, as much of a victory dance as one can do in a small car like ours. I must have hit my head about ten times on the roof of Uncle's stupid Buick. Juuana was poking me with a glow stick he found as we entered the city...I have no idea where the hell he got it from. All I cared about at that point was the best way to shove it down his throat. Which I tried to do, only to start another fight. To my disadvantage, Juuana discovered that he had long nails as well, which resulted in the both of us bleeding, as well as scratch marks EVERYWHERE on our bodies. I just thanked Kami it was Saturday...school wasn't for another two days, so the cuts and scratches could heal.
The city itself wasn't much different from our old one, except for the fact that here was Capsule Corp, as well as a few more ritzy shops, restaurants, etcetera. Twenty minutes later found the three of us parked in the driveway of our new home. It seemed okay, the usual dome-shaped structure along with a coat of light green paint. Uncle said it had two floors and four bedrooms. Hey, we needed that extra bedroom...Uncle sometimes invited poor people to spend the night and eat dinner with us. He's quite a kindly soul, I guess that's how he survives living with us. Anyone else would have disowned us by now.
I jumped out of the car, happy to breathe some fresh air, grabbed my carry-on bag in the car and bolted to the house. Juuana wasn't far behind, because, you see, we had decided whoever gets to the room they want first keeps it. There was a slight flaw in our plans, however. We both arrived at the door at the exact same time only to realize Uncle had the keys to the house.
"Damn. Well, I would've won anyways."
"Yeah, right Juuana. I can beat your ass any day."
"Wanna bet?"
"All right, fine. Ten bucks says I'll beat you to that streetlight over there."
The light itself was a good distance away, and I knew Juuana didn't pace himself very well. This victory was in the bag.
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A ten dollar loss later, I grabbed my bag off the lawn as Juuana examined his winnings. Dammit, how was I supposed to remember he was on the cross-country running team this year? Meh, it was only ten bucks. Even so, I was still pissed off. By this time, Uncle had opened the house and the movers had arrived. Using my brother's distraction to my advantage, I sped into the house and to the second floor. The first bedroom I came to had a mural with pirates and treasure and the ocean. Didn't want that there, no way in hell. The next room was completely black. Very interesting indeed, but I wanted to check out everything first before I decided. The third room had striped wallpaper that was pink and yellow. I wanted to gag as soon as I set my eyes on it. I walked to the fourth room to find that it was also black, only larger than the first. Score!
I set down my bag and rubbed my hands together with glee as I heard Juuana run up the stairs in a hurried frenzy. He ran into the other black room and ran out. Next, he went into the pirate room...and he left that one too. Next, he went into the striped one...you wouldn't believe how long he spent in there. Turns out that was the room he wanted, for some odd reason. I knew he was preppy, but honestly! That's just scary.
I walked out of my room to check out the downstairs more carefully. It wasn't posh living, but we certainly weren't poor. The kitchen had ceramic tiles with little jewels painted all over it. When I looked more carefully, each jewel had about ten different colours on it, and considering there were about fifteen jewels on each tile...that's a hell of a lot of detail.
The living room had soft blue carpeting and wallpaper that looked as if it had been through a meat grinder. Well, that's one thing I'll bug Uncle to get rid of. Then again, he never listened to me as a kid when I wanted to get rid of Juuana. He said I'd regret it. I suppose, now that I look back, he was right. But at that particular moment the only thing I was regretting were the scratch marks I got, and my loss of ten bucks. Juuana was expendable, at least until I took a look at the den.
Once I was there, I didn't give two shits about Juuana. The den was huge, and the owners had left behind THREE beanbag chairs. One wall had a mural of a massive spider and random insects caught in its web. The floor had blood red carpeting. It was stunning, and I loved it, and I wanted it all to myself. Too bad it had to be the den and not one of the bedrooms.
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That's all for now! Let me know what you think and go read my other stories!
I don't own Dragonballz
~*~
Well, there we were, still on the road. I was eating cheesy popcorn at the time, and having difficulties keeping it away from Juuana. Stupid pig. After I finished that, boredom set in, and Juuana had decided that now was a good time to sing, much to the annoyance of Uncle and myself.
"Misery...is what I feel...when you're not around...so what can heal...misery..."
"Shut up!"
"But sister dear, if I want to get into the music industry, I have to practice."
"No you don't, just wear a padded bra and dress like a skank. You'll be there in no time."
"True enough."
We all sat in silence for a total of about...30 seconds, which was when Juuana came up with the idea of singing the song that never ends. I joined in, because I was bored out of my frickin' mind. The best part was that we sang it really loud, and I mean REALLY loud. Uncle Gero even joined us, and this is the even more cool part, LOWERED THE WINDOWS so that EVERYONE ELSE driving could hear us. I swear, it's in our genes to annoy people. You wouldn't believe how many people flipped us the bird. It was hilarious, at least, I thought so.
The most humorous part of our trip, though, was when we walked into Burger King and the cashier started flirting with Juuana. I should mention that this was a fifty year old man as well. Poor Juuana was throwing up in the washroom, and I was laughing my ass off and trying to eat my Whopper. I was choking on my food a few minutes later. Juuana wouldn't eat anything, thinking he'd probably throw up again.
When we got back in the car, Uncle cranked up the country music...really loud. And I mean REALLY loud. I was plugging my ears, and Juuana was singing along. I never thought country could sound worse, but Juuana proved me wrong.
"The best thing about bein' a woman..."
Have I ever mentioned how much I LOATHE Shania Twain? The worst part about that is Juuana pretends he knows it really well, but...yeah.
"Oh-oh-ah-oh, a-totally crazy, give e-m'lady, men in lil' short skirts, oh-oh-ah-oh, feel the attraction-"
I grabbed my brother's pillow and tried to suffocate him. I was really pissed at that point, and I vowed to make sure he would NEVER sing again. Of course, then we had a really huge pillow fight, which turned into another bitch-slap fest. At the end of it all, Juuana had agreed to stop singing, as long as I stopped raking him with his nails. I can be a vicious bitch when I want to be, it's true. He was bleeding quite a bit too.
When we finally saw the sign for Southwest Capitol City, I was doing a victory dance...well, as much of a victory dance as one can do in a small car like ours. I must have hit my head about ten times on the roof of Uncle's stupid Buick. Juuana was poking me with a glow stick he found as we entered the city...I have no idea where the hell he got it from. All I cared about at that point was the best way to shove it down his throat. Which I tried to do, only to start another fight. To my disadvantage, Juuana discovered that he had long nails as well, which resulted in the both of us bleeding, as well as scratch marks EVERYWHERE on our bodies. I just thanked Kami it was Saturday...school wasn't for another two days, so the cuts and scratches could heal.
The city itself wasn't much different from our old one, except for the fact that here was Capsule Corp, as well as a few more ritzy shops, restaurants, etcetera. Twenty minutes later found the three of us parked in the driveway of our new home. It seemed okay, the usual dome-shaped structure along with a coat of light green paint. Uncle said it had two floors and four bedrooms. Hey, we needed that extra bedroom...Uncle sometimes invited poor people to spend the night and eat dinner with us. He's quite a kindly soul, I guess that's how he survives living with us. Anyone else would have disowned us by now.
I jumped out of the car, happy to breathe some fresh air, grabbed my carry-on bag in the car and bolted to the house. Juuana wasn't far behind, because, you see, we had decided whoever gets to the room they want first keeps it. There was a slight flaw in our plans, however. We both arrived at the door at the exact same time only to realize Uncle had the keys to the house.
"Damn. Well, I would've won anyways."
"Yeah, right Juuana. I can beat your ass any day."
"Wanna bet?"
"All right, fine. Ten bucks says I'll beat you to that streetlight over there."
The light itself was a good distance away, and I knew Juuana didn't pace himself very well. This victory was in the bag.
~*~
A ten dollar loss later, I grabbed my bag off the lawn as Juuana examined his winnings. Dammit, how was I supposed to remember he was on the cross-country running team this year? Meh, it was only ten bucks. Even so, I was still pissed off. By this time, Uncle had opened the house and the movers had arrived. Using my brother's distraction to my advantage, I sped into the house and to the second floor. The first bedroom I came to had a mural with pirates and treasure and the ocean. Didn't want that there, no way in hell. The next room was completely black. Very interesting indeed, but I wanted to check out everything first before I decided. The third room had striped wallpaper that was pink and yellow. I wanted to gag as soon as I set my eyes on it. I walked to the fourth room to find that it was also black, only larger than the first. Score!
I set down my bag and rubbed my hands together with glee as I heard Juuana run up the stairs in a hurried frenzy. He ran into the other black room and ran out. Next, he went into the pirate room...and he left that one too. Next, he went into the striped one...you wouldn't believe how long he spent in there. Turns out that was the room he wanted, for some odd reason. I knew he was preppy, but honestly! That's just scary.
I walked out of my room to check out the downstairs more carefully. It wasn't posh living, but we certainly weren't poor. The kitchen had ceramic tiles with little jewels painted all over it. When I looked more carefully, each jewel had about ten different colours on it, and considering there were about fifteen jewels on each tile...that's a hell of a lot of detail.
The living room had soft blue carpeting and wallpaper that looked as if it had been through a meat grinder. Well, that's one thing I'll bug Uncle to get rid of. Then again, he never listened to me as a kid when I wanted to get rid of Juuana. He said I'd regret it. I suppose, now that I look back, he was right. But at that particular moment the only thing I was regretting were the scratch marks I got, and my loss of ten bucks. Juuana was expendable, at least until I took a look at the den.
Once I was there, I didn't give two shits about Juuana. The den was huge, and the owners had left behind THREE beanbag chairs. One wall had a mural of a massive spider and random insects caught in its web. The floor had blood red carpeting. It was stunning, and I loved it, and I wanted it all to myself. Too bad it had to be the den and not one of the bedrooms.
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That's all for now! Let me know what you think and go read my other stories!