Chapter 5
Bulma pulled into 18's driveway. "We'll stay here for a while."
Maron bit her lip. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yeah sure, 18's cool."
Bulma rang the doorbell. 18 opened the door. "Hey did you get your clothes?" Her eyes narrowed. "What the hell is she doing here? Do you want to me kick her ass?"
"No, no! She's cool!" Bulma explained what happened.
"I can't believe he'd cheat on your mom!"
She shook her head. "I know, but lets not talk about that right now."
"Yeah ok come on in." They walked into the house. "Oh yeah, 17's got one of his lil' ho's over."
17 glared at her over the couch. "Yeah you should know right?" She growled and threw a knife at him. He just tilted his head to the side, the knife stuck in the wall. "Is that all you got?"
"Be careful, next time I'll be sure not to miss." She hissed icily through clenched teeth.
"Whatever." 17 went back to making out with some chick he brought home.
"Get a room!" She turned to Maron. "All men are whores."
Bulma laughed. "Maron is going out with Yamcha."
18 threw her head back and laughed. After calming downing she wiped away some tears. "I needed that." Maron frowned not knowing what they were laughing about. Yamcha had seemed sweet. "I thought he was going out with that blonde cheerleader."
"Who, Stacey?"
"No."
"Shelly?"
"No."
"Jamie?"
"No."
"Sheila?"
"No."
"Paige?"
"Yeah I think that her."
"I thought he was going out with the Jordan sisters."
"All five?"
"Yeah."
"Huh. I don't know who the hell the boy is with anymore."
"Me either."
"So Maron do you want something to eat?"
"Do you have any diet Pepsi?"
"Um no."
"Ok, no thanks." 18 looked at Bulma who just shrugged. Outside was screeching tires. 18 poked her head out the window. There was a little boy no older than 5 with a bright red hair and blue eyes.
Frowning she opened up the door. "What the hell do you want?"
The boy looked at her with blank eyes. "Hello my name is Juurokugou but everyone calls me 16 (I really don't know what 16 in Japanese is, I just guessed. If anyone knows please tell me what it is). My mother left me here because she said I wasn't her responsibility anymore."
"Oh and just whose responsibility are you?"
"My mother said I'm my father's because he won't pay the child support."
"And who's your dad?"
16 pulled out a crinkled photograph out of his pocket. "I don't know who my father is, all I have is this picture."
18 glared at the picture for a moment. "Dad! There's some boy who says he's your kid!"
There was an explosion from the basement and a few curses could be heard. The door burst open. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE WHEN I AM WORKING?!?!?!?!"
"This boy says he's your kid."
Dr. Gero looked him up and down. "Who's your mom?"
"Aki (A-key) Onaki (Own-a-kay)."
His eye twitched and he started muttering to himself. "I can't believe that little bitch dumped the little fuck on me."
17 had long left his flavor of the day on the couch and was now behind 18. "Isn't that the woman he cheated on mom with?"
"Yup."
"Thought so."
Dr. Gero angrily dialed a number. "TAKE YOUR DAMN KID BACK!!"
Her voice was so loud they could hear it ten feet away. "HE'S YOUR KID TOO!!"
"HE'S YOUR RESPONSIBITY!!"
"OH YEAH?! IT WAS YOUR RESPONSIBITY TO PAY THE CHILD SUPPORT BUT YOU FOUND IT NESSACARY NOT TO!!"
"THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO DUMB THAT LITTLE FUCK ON ME!!! I HAVE ENOUGH OF THEM ALREADY!!"
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAD TO TAKE CARE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!!! SINCE YOU WON'T PAY UP THEN YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF HIM FOR NOW ON!" Click. She hung up.
Extremely pissed off, he dialed the number a second time. It kept ringing. And ringing. And ringing. He hung up, now way beyond pissed, and dialed again. The phone was off the hook. Gero threw the phone at the wall, it shattered spraying tiny pieces of plastic and wiring everywhere. He turned to the boy. "You can stay here, for now, but keep the fuck out of my way until I get a hold of your mother." He turned on his heel and stomped back down the basement steps.
18 turned to Maron and Bulma. "So do you watch some TV?" She asked as if nothing happened.
Bulma blinked. "I-"
There was string of obscenities from the basement and the sound of something being thrown. 18 frowned. "Maybe we should go to Chi's place."
-- The battlefield is tired--
Bulma nodded. "Good idea."
17 crossed his arms. "I'm going with you."
"I don't give a fuck, but you will pay for gas."
He rolled his eyes. "Let me grab some stuff."
"Whatever."
Maron frowned. "Don't you have to pack your things?"
"I've got years worth of clothes stashed at Chichi's house incase I feel like running away."
"Have you ever run away before?"
"Yeah. That was some fun shit right there. The farthest I got was California."
"You ran away all the way to California?!"
"I stowed away on this cruise ship."
"Did you get caught?"
"Yup, but it took them six months. Those where the good old days. I should run away more often. Life around here is way too dull." 18 tapped her foot. "What could you possibly be packing?!"
17 walked out of his room. "Keep your shirt on. I don't have any death wishes."
"Ha ha ha, you're so funny." She said dryly.
"I know." He walked out the door leaving the chick he was making out with on the couch with 16. They all piled into 18's green Jeep.
She adjusted her rear view mirror before taking off. 17 turned so that he was facing the back of the car. "Hey aren't you Krillin's girlfriend?"
"Who?"
Bulma leaned over and whispered behind her hand. "You know, Kripin."
"Oh Kripin! We broke up."
"When?"
"Today."
"Huh. That's why he never told us."
Maron shrugged. "Anyways I go out with Yamha-"
"Yamcha." Bulma corrected.
"-Yamcha now." 17 burst out laughing and turned back around. Maron frowned wondering what everyone found so funny. They pulled up to a black iron gate.
"State your business." Ordered a crisp voice over the intercom.
"It's 18."
"Oh sorry Mistress Juuhachigou. Come right in." The gates slowly swung open. The driveway was a cobbled twisting road that seemed to go forever. It wasn't until they took a sharp right turn that the house was visible. It was a 10 thousand square foot brick house complete with a two story garage and lake.
Maron gasped. "Wow!"
Bulma smiled. "Chichi's dad is the Ox King."
She gasped again. "The wrestler?!"
17 rolled his eyes. "No, the king of England."
"Oh. I thought you were talking about the wrestler."
Bulma shook her head. "He was joking."
"I was being sarcastic actually." He muttered under his breath.
18 rolled her eyes and got out of the car. Maron was still sitting in the back blinking. Bulma stuck her head in the window. "What's wrong?"
"So which is it?"
"Which is what?"
"Is it the Ox King the wrestler or Ox King, the king of England?"
Bulma shook her head and patted her on the shoulder. "The wrestler."
"Wow really?"
"Yes, let's go." She opened up the door and Maron hopped out. 18 was already at the stairs when Chichi burst out the door with her pockets bulging with capsules.
18 frowned. "What's wrong?"
"One of my dad little whores is really starting to piss me off!"
"What happened?"
"She said that she was going to marry him!"
"WHAT?!"
"Yes! And the worst thing about it is that I think that Dad really loves her and she is just some trashy gold digger! No matter what I do I can't convince him that's all she wants!" She started walking down the stairs toward the garage. "If you came to stay with me, we'll go to my pent house. Leave your car Jonathan will take care of it. Anyway, do you even know who he wants to get married to?"
Even thought 18's legs were longer she was having a hard time keeping up with her.
"Who?"
"Natasha Uramari!"
"WHAT?!"
By that time 17 had caught up. "That girl who was a senior when we were freshmen? The chick that dropped out 'cause she was pregnant?"
"Yeah that's the one! The heifer has already moved in!" She took a key out of her pocket and unlocked it by pressing a button. Chichi opened the door. "Easy on the interior, it's Gucci."
17 rolled his eyes. "Don't have to be so stuck up about it."
"I'm not. This car was a present, and we all remember the McDonalds incident."
"Aw come on, we were drunk!"
Chichi glared at him. "Ya'll shouldn't have been drunk in the first place! Anyways like I was saying." She started up the car. "She sleeps in my dad's room! The little whore has already convinced him to get rid of Puar."
Bulma sat down in the backseat and frowned. "She got rid of your cat?"
"Yes! And do you know what her excuse was? Because his blue fur clashed with the house! The only reason she wanted to get rid of him was to get back at me for flushing her diamond earrings!"
Marron blinked. "Why would you want to flush diamond earrings?"
"Because she's a bitch." Chichi stopped at the gate. "Why don't we pick up everyone so we could spend some time at my pent house?"
18 nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."
17 frowned. "Must be pick up cue ball?"
"Yes."
17 rolled his eyes. "I don't like him."
18 sighed. "This again?"
"You can ignore it if you want to Juu, but I won't. Cue ball has the hots for you."
She laughed. "Are you out of your damn mind?"
"Laugh it up. We'll see who's right."
"You're a freak, I can't believe I'm related to you."
"I'm not related to you. I maintain I was switched at birth."
Chichi passed her cellphone to Bulma. "Call Goku for me will you?"
"Why can't you do it?"
She glared at her through the rear view mirror. "Driving while talking on a cell is dangerous."
Bulma rolled her eyes but dialed anyway. "Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Is Goku there?"
"There is no Goku here." The old man almost hung up on her but Goku took the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey this is Bulma."
"Hey B."
"We were wondering if you would like to come stay at Chichi's pent house with us."
"Yeah sure, anything to get out of here."
"What's going on?"
"I'll tell you all later."
"Okay, well, I'll see you in two." Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose. "He sounded like something was going on at his house."
Maron shook her head. "Everything is happening at people's houses."
Chichi parked next to the curb, Goku was sitting on the sidewalk. He opened the door and sat down next to 17. He sighed deeply. "I have a twin."
"WHAT?!"
"I have twin. I just found out today."
"What are you talking about?"
"His mother dropped him off on our door step. His name is Turles and he looks exactly like me, its weird. Supposedly when my mom cheated on my dad and they got a divorce they split us up."
Maron gasped. "Wow like that movie Parent Trap."
Goku frowned at her. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Maron."
He blinked a few times before turning away. "Anyway, She just leaves him in our drive way and sped off. Dad tried to call her but he kept getting a busy signal. I started talking to Turles and he said something about her saying he was no longer her responsibility."
18's eyes were wide. "What's your mom's name?"
"Aki Onaki."
Flamez---WHAT!! I thought Goku's mom was dead? You'll just have to find what happens in the next chapter.
Bulma pulled into 18's driveway. "We'll stay here for a while."
Maron bit her lip. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Yeah sure, 18's cool."
Bulma rang the doorbell. 18 opened the door. "Hey did you get your clothes?" Her eyes narrowed. "What the hell is she doing here? Do you want to me kick her ass?"
"No, no! She's cool!" Bulma explained what happened.
"I can't believe he'd cheat on your mom!"
She shook her head. "I know, but lets not talk about that right now."
"Yeah ok come on in." They walked into the house. "Oh yeah, 17's got one of his lil' ho's over."
17 glared at her over the couch. "Yeah you should know right?" She growled and threw a knife at him. He just tilted his head to the side, the knife stuck in the wall. "Is that all you got?"
"Be careful, next time I'll be sure not to miss." She hissed icily through clenched teeth.
"Whatever." 17 went back to making out with some chick he brought home.
"Get a room!" She turned to Maron. "All men are whores."
Bulma laughed. "Maron is going out with Yamcha."
18 threw her head back and laughed. After calming downing she wiped away some tears. "I needed that." Maron frowned not knowing what they were laughing about. Yamcha had seemed sweet. "I thought he was going out with that blonde cheerleader."
"Who, Stacey?"
"No."
"Shelly?"
"No."
"Jamie?"
"No."
"Sheila?"
"No."
"Paige?"
"Yeah I think that her."
"I thought he was going out with the Jordan sisters."
"All five?"
"Yeah."
"Huh. I don't know who the hell the boy is with anymore."
"Me either."
"So Maron do you want something to eat?"
"Do you have any diet Pepsi?"
"Um no."
"Ok, no thanks." 18 looked at Bulma who just shrugged. Outside was screeching tires. 18 poked her head out the window. There was a little boy no older than 5 with a bright red hair and blue eyes.
Frowning she opened up the door. "What the hell do you want?"
The boy looked at her with blank eyes. "Hello my name is Juurokugou but everyone calls me 16 (I really don't know what 16 in Japanese is, I just guessed. If anyone knows please tell me what it is). My mother left me here because she said I wasn't her responsibility anymore."
"Oh and just whose responsibility are you?"
"My mother said I'm my father's because he won't pay the child support."
"And who's your dad?"
16 pulled out a crinkled photograph out of his pocket. "I don't know who my father is, all I have is this picture."
18 glared at the picture for a moment. "Dad! There's some boy who says he's your kid!"
There was an explosion from the basement and a few curses could be heard. The door burst open. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE WHEN I AM WORKING?!?!?!?!"
"This boy says he's your kid."
Dr. Gero looked him up and down. "Who's your mom?"
"Aki (A-key) Onaki (Own-a-kay)."
His eye twitched and he started muttering to himself. "I can't believe that little bitch dumped the little fuck on me."
17 had long left his flavor of the day on the couch and was now behind 18. "Isn't that the woman he cheated on mom with?"
"Yup."
"Thought so."
Dr. Gero angrily dialed a number. "TAKE YOUR DAMN KID BACK!!"
Her voice was so loud they could hear it ten feet away. "HE'S YOUR KID TOO!!"
"HE'S YOUR RESPONSIBITY!!"
"OH YEAH?! IT WAS YOUR RESPONSIBITY TO PAY THE CHILD SUPPORT BUT YOU FOUND IT NESSACARY NOT TO!!"
"THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO DUMB THAT LITTLE FUCK ON ME!!! I HAVE ENOUGH OF THEM ALREADY!!"
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAD TO TAKE CARE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!!! SINCE YOU WON'T PAY UP THEN YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF HIM FOR NOW ON!" Click. She hung up.
Extremely pissed off, he dialed the number a second time. It kept ringing. And ringing. And ringing. He hung up, now way beyond pissed, and dialed again. The phone was off the hook. Gero threw the phone at the wall, it shattered spraying tiny pieces of plastic and wiring everywhere. He turned to the boy. "You can stay here, for now, but keep the fuck out of my way until I get a hold of your mother." He turned on his heel and stomped back down the basement steps.
18 turned to Maron and Bulma. "So do you watch some TV?" She asked as if nothing happened.
Bulma blinked. "I-"
There was string of obscenities from the basement and the sound of something being thrown. 18 frowned. "Maybe we should go to Chi's place."
-- The battlefield is tired--
Bulma nodded. "Good idea."
17 crossed his arms. "I'm going with you."
"I don't give a fuck, but you will pay for gas."
He rolled his eyes. "Let me grab some stuff."
"Whatever."
Maron frowned. "Don't you have to pack your things?"
"I've got years worth of clothes stashed at Chichi's house incase I feel like running away."
"Have you ever run away before?"
"Yeah. That was some fun shit right there. The farthest I got was California."
"You ran away all the way to California?!"
"I stowed away on this cruise ship."
"Did you get caught?"
"Yup, but it took them six months. Those where the good old days. I should run away more often. Life around here is way too dull." 18 tapped her foot. "What could you possibly be packing?!"
17 walked out of his room. "Keep your shirt on. I don't have any death wishes."
"Ha ha ha, you're so funny." She said dryly.
"I know." He walked out the door leaving the chick he was making out with on the couch with 16. They all piled into 18's green Jeep.
She adjusted her rear view mirror before taking off. 17 turned so that he was facing the back of the car. "Hey aren't you Krillin's girlfriend?"
"Who?"
Bulma leaned over and whispered behind her hand. "You know, Kripin."
"Oh Kripin! We broke up."
"When?"
"Today."
"Huh. That's why he never told us."
Maron shrugged. "Anyways I go out with Yamha-"
"Yamcha." Bulma corrected.
"-Yamcha now." 17 burst out laughing and turned back around. Maron frowned wondering what everyone found so funny. They pulled up to a black iron gate.
"State your business." Ordered a crisp voice over the intercom.
"It's 18."
"Oh sorry Mistress Juuhachigou. Come right in." The gates slowly swung open. The driveway was a cobbled twisting road that seemed to go forever. It wasn't until they took a sharp right turn that the house was visible. It was a 10 thousand square foot brick house complete with a two story garage and lake.
Maron gasped. "Wow!"
Bulma smiled. "Chichi's dad is the Ox King."
She gasped again. "The wrestler?!"
17 rolled his eyes. "No, the king of England."
"Oh. I thought you were talking about the wrestler."
Bulma shook her head. "He was joking."
"I was being sarcastic actually." He muttered under his breath.
18 rolled her eyes and got out of the car. Maron was still sitting in the back blinking. Bulma stuck her head in the window. "What's wrong?"
"So which is it?"
"Which is what?"
"Is it the Ox King the wrestler or Ox King, the king of England?"
Bulma shook her head and patted her on the shoulder. "The wrestler."
"Wow really?"
"Yes, let's go." She opened up the door and Maron hopped out. 18 was already at the stairs when Chichi burst out the door with her pockets bulging with capsules.
18 frowned. "What's wrong?"
"One of my dad little whores is really starting to piss me off!"
"What happened?"
"She said that she was going to marry him!"
"WHAT?!"
"Yes! And the worst thing about it is that I think that Dad really loves her and she is just some trashy gold digger! No matter what I do I can't convince him that's all she wants!" She started walking down the stairs toward the garage. "If you came to stay with me, we'll go to my pent house. Leave your car Jonathan will take care of it. Anyway, do you even know who he wants to get married to?"
Even thought 18's legs were longer she was having a hard time keeping up with her.
"Who?"
"Natasha Uramari!"
"WHAT?!"
By that time 17 had caught up. "That girl who was a senior when we were freshmen? The chick that dropped out 'cause she was pregnant?"
"Yeah that's the one! The heifer has already moved in!" She took a key out of her pocket and unlocked it by pressing a button. Chichi opened the door. "Easy on the interior, it's Gucci."
17 rolled his eyes. "Don't have to be so stuck up about it."
"I'm not. This car was a present, and we all remember the McDonalds incident."
"Aw come on, we were drunk!"
Chichi glared at him. "Ya'll shouldn't have been drunk in the first place! Anyways like I was saying." She started up the car. "She sleeps in my dad's room! The little whore has already convinced him to get rid of Puar."
Bulma sat down in the backseat and frowned. "She got rid of your cat?"
"Yes! And do you know what her excuse was? Because his blue fur clashed with the house! The only reason she wanted to get rid of him was to get back at me for flushing her diamond earrings!"
Marron blinked. "Why would you want to flush diamond earrings?"
"Because she's a bitch." Chichi stopped at the gate. "Why don't we pick up everyone so we could spend some time at my pent house?"
18 nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."
17 frowned. "Must be pick up cue ball?"
"Yes."
17 rolled his eyes. "I don't like him."
18 sighed. "This again?"
"You can ignore it if you want to Juu, but I won't. Cue ball has the hots for you."
She laughed. "Are you out of your damn mind?"
"Laugh it up. We'll see who's right."
"You're a freak, I can't believe I'm related to you."
"I'm not related to you. I maintain I was switched at birth."
Chichi passed her cellphone to Bulma. "Call Goku for me will you?"
"Why can't you do it?"
She glared at her through the rear view mirror. "Driving while talking on a cell is dangerous."
Bulma rolled her eyes but dialed anyway. "Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Is Goku there?"
"There is no Goku here." The old man almost hung up on her but Goku took the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey this is Bulma."
"Hey B."
"We were wondering if you would like to come stay at Chichi's pent house with us."
"Yeah sure, anything to get out of here."
"What's going on?"
"I'll tell you all later."
"Okay, well, I'll see you in two." Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose. "He sounded like something was going on at his house."
Maron shook her head. "Everything is happening at people's houses."
Chichi parked next to the curb, Goku was sitting on the sidewalk. He opened the door and sat down next to 17. He sighed deeply. "I have a twin."
"WHAT?!"
"I have twin. I just found out today."
"What are you talking about?"
"His mother dropped him off on our door step. His name is Turles and he looks exactly like me, its weird. Supposedly when my mom cheated on my dad and they got a divorce they split us up."
Maron gasped. "Wow like that movie Parent Trap."
Goku frowned at her. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Maron."
He blinked a few times before turning away. "Anyway, She just leaves him in our drive way and sped off. Dad tried to call her but he kept getting a busy signal. I started talking to Turles and he said something about her saying he was no longer her responsibility."
18's eyes were wide. "What's your mom's name?"
"Aki Onaki."
Flamez---WHAT!! I thought Goku's mom was dead? You'll just have to find what happens in the next chapter.
