A/N: I am so peeved. . The last time I updated this story, a couple days ago, it didn't show up on the updated fanfiction page. Hopefully it will this time. So, 'nother chappie for ya! Yet another Shel Silverstein poem-turned-fic, by yours truly. Read and Enjoy! Arigato!
All was not peaceful at the Vegeta-Briefs residence. Or the surrounding area within a 5-block radius. Half the neighborhood had been boarded up. Windows and doors were shut, air vents were blocked up and dozens of people had their heads stuck under pillows, or had cotton shoved in their ears, trying to ignore the peircing screeches coming from the Capsule Corp. building. The other half of the neighborhood, however, had resorted to blasting music on stereos, raising the volume as high as possible on televisions, and generally trying to make as much noise as possible to drown out the less pleasant piercing screeches coming from the Capsule Corp. building.
Meanwhile, INSIDE the Capsule Corp building...
All the employees had gone. No one was left working in the entire facility, as the noise had become unbearable. The only four people still in the building were the three Vegeta-Briefs themselves... and a guest, of course.
Trunks and Goten stood in the middle of the living room, right smack in the middle of an idea Trunks had concocted. Now the two were competing against each other in the most annoying screaming contest ever; eyes scrunched up, fists balled up at their sides, and mouths open so wide you could see their tonsils vibrating. Bulma had yelled at the 8 and 7-year old half-Saiyans to get them to shut up, but surprisingly couldn't yell loud enough to be heard. Vegeta had tried a more physical approach; knocking them through a wall for instance-- which had only made them scream louder; covering their mouths with his hands, which they had sunk their teeth into and continued wailing; and finally attempting to choke the air out of their lungs but Bulma prevented him from doing so. The chibis continued, determined not to let anything interfere with their contest until a winner was declared.
Now the adults sat at the kitchen table with their hands over their ears. Bulma jammed her shoulder against her ear so she could pick up a pencil in one hand and write on the table, 'Thought of a way to shut them up yet?'
Vegeta read this and picked the pencil up himself, writing underneath, 'Yes, actually. But if it doesn't work we're disowning our son and I get to kill the other one.'
Bulma thought about this and smacked herself across the face before the idea became too tempting. She wrote back, 'Well, then go do it already!!' And he left.
Vegeta winced as he walked into the living room and the volume increased two-fold on his sensitive ears. He stood in front of the boys and, using their howling as motivation, blasted straight into Super Saiyan level 2, effectively gaining their attention and shutting them up long enough for him to speak.
He grabbed both by the collars of their shirts, hauling them up to eye-level and said, "I want to tell you two a story."
The silence continued and he took this as his cue to go on. "I want to tell you about little Screamin' Millie. Now listen...
Millie McDeevit screamed a scream
So loud it made her eyebrows steam.
She screamed so loud her jaw bone broke,
Her tongue caught fire, her nostrils smoked,
Her eyeballs boiled and then popped out,
Her ears went north, her nose went south,
Her teeth flew out, her voice was wrecked,
Her head went sailing off her neck--
Over the hillside, across the stream,
Into the skies it chased the scream.
And that's what happened to Millie McDeevit.
I hope you little brats believe it."
He finished his little story and lowered the now wide-eyed boys to the ground. He waited a moment before stalking out of the room and back into the kitchen. He sighed as he entered and was nearly plowed into the wall by the force of Bulma's hug as she ran into him. She cried happily, laughing, "You got them to be quiet!!"
Meanwhile, back in the living room...
The boys stood rooted to the spot. Their mouths hung open as they gaped at the door Vegeta had gone through. Neither moved or spoke for a long moment, until finally Goten stirred, turning very slowly to Trunks and asked, "Trunks? Do... do you think your dad... made that stuff up?"
Trunks said nothing but continued to stare. He finally looked up at his younger friend. "Well... my dad doesn't usually lie... when it comes to... gory stuff." He shuddered.
"Oh..." Goten said, somewhat disappointed. "I think... I wanna go home now. And study..."
'Yeah... I'm gonna go upstairs... and go to sleep. "
"Okay."
"Yeah... well, bye Goten." Trunks said, walking towards the stairs. Goten moved for the door.
"Bye Millie. Er, Trunks!!"
Both boys gulped and ran, resisting the urge to scream in fright for fear of what might happen if they did...
-Well? You likey? No Likey? Reviewey? Me likey!
S'ankyuu to those who actually saw the fic last time and reviewed:
Chrystaline(^^ Glad you liked it! *grins* I did another chapter, I did. See?? ^_^ And there might be more.... *scary music plays in the background*), and Mira(*grabs Vegeta and smirks as Mira gets hauled away* You may have found out my plan, but I still got my prize! Mwahaha! -Seriously, glad you liked. :D).
That's all.
Sayonara Minna-San!
T-Sama~
All was not peaceful at the Vegeta-Briefs residence. Or the surrounding area within a 5-block radius. Half the neighborhood had been boarded up. Windows and doors were shut, air vents were blocked up and dozens of people had their heads stuck under pillows, or had cotton shoved in their ears, trying to ignore the peircing screeches coming from the Capsule Corp. building. The other half of the neighborhood, however, had resorted to blasting music on stereos, raising the volume as high as possible on televisions, and generally trying to make as much noise as possible to drown out the less pleasant piercing screeches coming from the Capsule Corp. building.
Meanwhile, INSIDE the Capsule Corp building...
All the employees had gone. No one was left working in the entire facility, as the noise had become unbearable. The only four people still in the building were the three Vegeta-Briefs themselves... and a guest, of course.
Trunks and Goten stood in the middle of the living room, right smack in the middle of an idea Trunks had concocted. Now the two were competing against each other in the most annoying screaming contest ever; eyes scrunched up, fists balled up at their sides, and mouths open so wide you could see their tonsils vibrating. Bulma had yelled at the 8 and 7-year old half-Saiyans to get them to shut up, but surprisingly couldn't yell loud enough to be heard. Vegeta had tried a more physical approach; knocking them through a wall for instance-- which had only made them scream louder; covering their mouths with his hands, which they had sunk their teeth into and continued wailing; and finally attempting to choke the air out of their lungs but Bulma prevented him from doing so. The chibis continued, determined not to let anything interfere with their contest until a winner was declared.
Now the adults sat at the kitchen table with their hands over their ears. Bulma jammed her shoulder against her ear so she could pick up a pencil in one hand and write on the table, 'Thought of a way to shut them up yet?'
Vegeta read this and picked the pencil up himself, writing underneath, 'Yes, actually. But if it doesn't work we're disowning our son and I get to kill the other one.'
Bulma thought about this and smacked herself across the face before the idea became too tempting. She wrote back, 'Well, then go do it already!!' And he left.
Vegeta winced as he walked into the living room and the volume increased two-fold on his sensitive ears. He stood in front of the boys and, using their howling as motivation, blasted straight into Super Saiyan level 2, effectively gaining their attention and shutting them up long enough for him to speak.
He grabbed both by the collars of their shirts, hauling them up to eye-level and said, "I want to tell you two a story."
The silence continued and he took this as his cue to go on. "I want to tell you about little Screamin' Millie. Now listen...
Millie McDeevit screamed a scream
So loud it made her eyebrows steam.
She screamed so loud her jaw bone broke,
Her tongue caught fire, her nostrils smoked,
Her eyeballs boiled and then popped out,
Her ears went north, her nose went south,
Her teeth flew out, her voice was wrecked,
Her head went sailing off her neck--
Over the hillside, across the stream,
Into the skies it chased the scream.
And that's what happened to Millie McDeevit.
I hope you little brats believe it."
He finished his little story and lowered the now wide-eyed boys to the ground. He waited a moment before stalking out of the room and back into the kitchen. He sighed as he entered and was nearly plowed into the wall by the force of Bulma's hug as she ran into him. She cried happily, laughing, "You got them to be quiet!!"
Meanwhile, back in the living room...
The boys stood rooted to the spot. Their mouths hung open as they gaped at the door Vegeta had gone through. Neither moved or spoke for a long moment, until finally Goten stirred, turning very slowly to Trunks and asked, "Trunks? Do... do you think your dad... made that stuff up?"
Trunks said nothing but continued to stare. He finally looked up at his younger friend. "Well... my dad doesn't usually lie... when it comes to... gory stuff." He shuddered.
"Oh..." Goten said, somewhat disappointed. "I think... I wanna go home now. And study..."
'Yeah... I'm gonna go upstairs... and go to sleep. "
"Okay."
"Yeah... well, bye Goten." Trunks said, walking towards the stairs. Goten moved for the door.
"Bye Millie. Er, Trunks!!"
Both boys gulped and ran, resisting the urge to scream in fright for fear of what might happen if they did...
-Well? You likey? No Likey? Reviewey? Me likey!
S'ankyuu to those who actually saw the fic last time and reviewed:
Chrystaline(^^ Glad you liked it! *grins* I did another chapter, I did. See?? ^_^ And there might be more.... *scary music plays in the background*), and Mira(*grabs Vegeta and smirks as Mira gets hauled away* You may have found out my plan, but I still got my prize! Mwahaha! -Seriously, glad you liked. :D).
That's all.
Sayonara Minna-San!
T-Sama~
