Chapter 3
Road Trip
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"Alright, is everyone ready to go?" asked Dr. Briefs after he was in the car. "Yes, dear" "Yeah, dad, lets go!" "Humf!" "OK! We're off!" and with that the whole Briefs crew, and Vegeta, were off to the beach.
Hour 1:
"Dad, can I turn on the radio?" asked Bulma as she leaned forward to reach the dials on the radio.
"Sure Bulma."
"Cool," and with that Bulma pushed the button to turn the radio on and with a sudden BOOM the whole car jumped, along with it's occupaints, a foot into the air.
"BULMA, WHAT IS THAT?" asked the good doctor.
"WHAT!"
"WHAT IS THAT STUFF THAT YOU PUT ON? ARE YOU TRING TO MAKE ME DEAF?"
"AM I TRING TO MAKE YOU DEAD?"
"DEAF, BULMA, DEAF."
"OH, NO I'M NOT TRING TO MAKE YOU DEAF. ISN'T THIS SONG GREAT!."
"WHAT IS IT CALLED DEAR?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"ITS CALLED 'SK8ER BOI' BY AVRIL LAVIGNE. ITS MY FAVORITE SONG."
"THAT'S NICE DEAR. DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TURN IT..." Mrs Briefs was cut off, however, by a small explosion from the radio. There was complete silence. Everyone then turned to see Vegeta with his index finger pointed directly at the radio.
"You stupid MONKEY. WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Bulma asked, furious.
"You don't have to yell now, woman, I can hear you just fine."
"I'LL YELL IF I WANT TO. THAT WAS MY FAVORITE SONG, WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO DO THAT?"
"Listen, woman. I'm going to ignore the fact that you just insulted my race, and not kill you right now, but rember this, I am the Prince of Saiyins, the greatest race in the Universe, and I will not stand for you to insult them AGAIN, do you underSTAND?"
"... ... ..." Bulma could say nothing. Not necesseraly because she was scared, but mind you she was, but because he was right. His entire race was taken out, save him and Goku, and she just insulted them. She knew better than that.
"I'll take your silence as a 'yes'."
And that was it, for the next hour not a word was spoken from anyone. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs said nothing to keep from causing a bad situation to go worse, Bulma said nothing because she felt horrible and Vegeta said nothing because he was so mad. So the car was silent.
Hour 2:
Now, readers, this hour of driving was also spent in silence. But not nessecerly because of what happened earlier. No, that incident was forgotten. This time it was silent because the car was in deep thought.
Dr. Briefs was busy deciding which nick-nakes he was going to use to make his whosie-whatsit work better.
Mrs. Briefs was thinking... well, its really hard to decide what Mrs. Briefs was thinking, she jumps around so much. Plus, there are just things that the rest of humanity should and will never know.
Bulma, on the other hand, was thinking about what she was going to do when she got to the beach. Most of her thoughts consisted of partying, swimming, partying, flirting with some overly-hunky guys, partying, tanning, partying and SHOPING. (hehe, gotta love her style of thinking)
Vegeta was busy thinking about many things but they all can be sumed up into one very important word. I'll give you three guesses... (first guess: not training)... (second guess: no, not reaching super-sayin, although that is close)... ready. OK. If you guessed Goku, your right. Even though all of those other things did cross his mind, it all originated from Goku.
'Vegeta, your a damn fool. One reason you went on this trip is the first place was to relax. But how can I relax when I know that Kakorrot is out there somewhere, becoming stronger than me? Surpassing his own level of power with every punch, every kick. How the hell am I supposed to relax when I, the Prince of all Sayins, am being supassed by the son of a third- class SERVANT?'
As Vegeta thought about it, his anger grew. And with that las thought, he was so mad he slamed his fist right into his side of the van, makeing it tip slightly off its wheels.
"What was that," asked Dr. Briefs, "an earthquake?"
"Yeah, it's called Vegeta." Bulma said crossly.
"Oh, well, *uhem* Vegeta," Dr. Briefs asked as he fixed his glasses back onto his face after they had slipped, "are you OK my boy?"
"Fine."
"OK, if your sure."
"I SAID I'm fine."
"Right, OK, sorry."
Bulma looked over at Vegeta with concern on her face. 'I hope he dosen't act like this when we're at the beach. He'll ruin my fun. I wonder what got him so mad.' She decided not to ask and went back to thinking about what she was going to do at the beach.
Hour 3:
"Oh Man! What's the deal with all this traffic, " Bulma whinned, "There's cares backed up for miles and were at a stand-still. It's going to take at least another two hours to get there."
"Bulma, now just calm down," Dr. Briefs said, "I know you were looking forward to getting there soon, but theres nothing we can do."
"I know, but still, I'd like to get there sometime befor the next millinum."
After a few minutes of Bulma's whinning, Vegeta had had enough. (By the way, during the elapsed time, say........ three minutes, they had moved about six inches.)
"Move!" Vegeta said in more of a demanding tone than a requestful one.
"Vegeta, where are you going?" Bulma asked.
"I'm going to get us out of this mess so that I don't have to listen to our incessont whinning any more." With that he lammed the door to the van shut. Just a few seconds later the van tipped to one side (with a very loud 'YELP' from Bulma), then it straitened out. Then, suddenly...
"Dad look! We're flying!"
"Oh my, " Mrs. Briefs said.
They flew with record speed over the thousandsof cars. Everyone stuck their heads out of their windows in amazement to see the unbelievebly strange site that was above them. Mouthes droped and eyes just about came out of their sockets. A small man was carring a van that was three times his size, which in itself would be amazing enough to cause some comotion, but to top it off, they were FLYING! The construction workers, which were the cause of the hold-up, stoped talking to eachother as they sat on their butts and looked up in the sky at this phenomonon passed by them.
"Well, now thats something you dont see everyday." one old-man worker said.
Vegeta set the van down on the side of the road when he had cleared the traffic.
"WOW, Vegeta," Bulma said, "That was awsome. I guess it wasn't such a bad idea to take you with us, after all."
Her answer was a light *humph* as Vegeta got back into the van.
"OK, well, lets get going." Dr. Briefs said as he put the car into drive and started off.
Hour 4:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Bulma, we are not there yet." said Dr. Briefs.
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Bulma." Dr. Briefs said.
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Bulma. Not yet."
(p.s.- Vegeta was starting to get ticked)
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Bulma."
(getting madder)
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, not yet Bulma."
(starting to get angry)
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, not yet."
(tapping-his-finger-to-get-control angry now)
5 min. later:
"Are we there YET?"
"N-"
(can't-take-it-anymore angry)
"WOMAN, HE JUST SAID THAT WE WEREN'T THERE YET, SO STOP ASKING."
"I CAN ASK IF I WANT TO, VEGETA!"
"YOU'VE BEEN ASKING FOR HALF AN HOUR NOW! YOU'LL KNOW WHEN WE'RE THERE BECAUSE WE'LL BE THERE."
"WELL, MAYBE, I JUST FEEL LIKE ASKING."
"WELL, IF YOU ASK AGAIN, I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU NEVER SPEAK ANOTHER WORD, AGAIN."
"Is that a threat, mister?"
"I don't make threats, woman, I make promises. And I keep them."
"Well," Bulma said in a very matter-of-fact tone, "you just rember, mister Prince-of-all-Sayins, that I am the one who makes sure that you can use your presious gravity camber so that you can become mister-big-and-bad- super-sayin. So if you kill me, who is going to fix it for you when you break it? Huh? And don't even say that you won't break it because it is phiscally impossible for you not to."
"I don't need you as much as you think, woman."
"Sure you don't, Vegeta. Just keep telling yourself that and you might actually start beliving it."
*Humph* was the only answer that she got. The rest of the trip was fairly quiet.
Hour 5: (Finally)
"Finally, we're here!" Bulma yelled as they pulled up infrount of the hotel where they would be staying. "I can't believe we're finally here. Wow, Dad, you sure didn't spare any expence did you? Look at this place, it's huge! How much did this place cost?"
"Lets see, I ordered 3 suiets so it was alittle more than $350 a night."
"Wow, that's really cheap for three suiets."
"I know, now lets go and check in with the desk."
Inside:
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE OUR ROOMS?" Bulma roared.
"I'm s-sorry, miss, but there's nothing I can do. Someone else has already bought two of the rooms you wanted." the scared little clirk told her.
"How is that possible, I already paid for them." Dr. Briefs said.
"I know, sir," the now calm clerk remarked, "but the people that took them offered triple what we charge."
"Oh, well, we can't blame them there, can we, dear?" Mrs. Briefs said.
"I guess not."
"Well, that's great, but what about our rooms?" Bulma asked.
"Well, we can give you two of our lower class rooms on the lower floors. And we can give you your money back to make up the difference." the clerk offered the idea in an optimistic tone, hoping it would please Bulma so she wouldn't be angry anymore.
"That's a fair deal," Dr. Briefs noted to himself, "what do you think, Bulma, is that ok?"
*Sigh* "I guess so, but who's going down there?" Bulma looked at her mom and dad and thought about the situation. 'I guess Mom and Dad woldn't let me sleep in the one suiet we have left, would they?' The lookes on their faces told her the answer was no. "Right, " she said in a drag tone, "stupid question. Well, lets go get our stuff."
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"Alright, is everyone ready to go?" asked Dr. Briefs after he was in the car. "Yes, dear" "Yeah, dad, lets go!" "Humf!" "OK! We're off!" and with that the whole Briefs crew, and Vegeta, were off to the beach.
Hour 1:
"Dad, can I turn on the radio?" asked Bulma as she leaned forward to reach the dials on the radio.
"Sure Bulma."
"Cool," and with that Bulma pushed the button to turn the radio on and with a sudden BOOM the whole car jumped, along with it's occupaints, a foot into the air.
"BULMA, WHAT IS THAT?" asked the good doctor.
"WHAT!"
"WHAT IS THAT STUFF THAT YOU PUT ON? ARE YOU TRING TO MAKE ME DEAF?"
"AM I TRING TO MAKE YOU DEAD?"
"DEAF, BULMA, DEAF."
"OH, NO I'M NOT TRING TO MAKE YOU DEAF. ISN'T THIS SONG GREAT!."
"WHAT IS IT CALLED DEAR?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"ITS CALLED 'SK8ER BOI' BY AVRIL LAVIGNE. ITS MY FAVORITE SONG."
"THAT'S NICE DEAR. DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TURN IT..." Mrs Briefs was cut off, however, by a small explosion from the radio. There was complete silence. Everyone then turned to see Vegeta with his index finger pointed directly at the radio.
"You stupid MONKEY. WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Bulma asked, furious.
"You don't have to yell now, woman, I can hear you just fine."
"I'LL YELL IF I WANT TO. THAT WAS MY FAVORITE SONG, WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO DO THAT?"
"Listen, woman. I'm going to ignore the fact that you just insulted my race, and not kill you right now, but rember this, I am the Prince of Saiyins, the greatest race in the Universe, and I will not stand for you to insult them AGAIN, do you underSTAND?"
"... ... ..." Bulma could say nothing. Not necesseraly because she was scared, but mind you she was, but because he was right. His entire race was taken out, save him and Goku, and she just insulted them. She knew better than that.
"I'll take your silence as a 'yes'."
And that was it, for the next hour not a word was spoken from anyone. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs said nothing to keep from causing a bad situation to go worse, Bulma said nothing because she felt horrible and Vegeta said nothing because he was so mad. So the car was silent.
Hour 2:
Now, readers, this hour of driving was also spent in silence. But not nessecerly because of what happened earlier. No, that incident was forgotten. This time it was silent because the car was in deep thought.
Dr. Briefs was busy deciding which nick-nakes he was going to use to make his whosie-whatsit work better.
Mrs. Briefs was thinking... well, its really hard to decide what Mrs. Briefs was thinking, she jumps around so much. Plus, there are just things that the rest of humanity should and will never know.
Bulma, on the other hand, was thinking about what she was going to do when she got to the beach. Most of her thoughts consisted of partying, swimming, partying, flirting with some overly-hunky guys, partying, tanning, partying and SHOPING. (hehe, gotta love her style of thinking)
Vegeta was busy thinking about many things but they all can be sumed up into one very important word. I'll give you three guesses... (first guess: not training)... (second guess: no, not reaching super-sayin, although that is close)... ready. OK. If you guessed Goku, your right. Even though all of those other things did cross his mind, it all originated from Goku.
'Vegeta, your a damn fool. One reason you went on this trip is the first place was to relax. But how can I relax when I know that Kakorrot is out there somewhere, becoming stronger than me? Surpassing his own level of power with every punch, every kick. How the hell am I supposed to relax when I, the Prince of all Sayins, am being supassed by the son of a third- class SERVANT?'
As Vegeta thought about it, his anger grew. And with that las thought, he was so mad he slamed his fist right into his side of the van, makeing it tip slightly off its wheels.
"What was that," asked Dr. Briefs, "an earthquake?"
"Yeah, it's called Vegeta." Bulma said crossly.
"Oh, well, *uhem* Vegeta," Dr. Briefs asked as he fixed his glasses back onto his face after they had slipped, "are you OK my boy?"
"Fine."
"OK, if your sure."
"I SAID I'm fine."
"Right, OK, sorry."
Bulma looked over at Vegeta with concern on her face. 'I hope he dosen't act like this when we're at the beach. He'll ruin my fun. I wonder what got him so mad.' She decided not to ask and went back to thinking about what she was going to do at the beach.
Hour 3:
"Oh Man! What's the deal with all this traffic, " Bulma whinned, "There's cares backed up for miles and were at a stand-still. It's going to take at least another two hours to get there."
"Bulma, now just calm down," Dr. Briefs said, "I know you were looking forward to getting there soon, but theres nothing we can do."
"I know, but still, I'd like to get there sometime befor the next millinum."
After a few minutes of Bulma's whinning, Vegeta had had enough. (By the way, during the elapsed time, say........ three minutes, they had moved about six inches.)
"Move!" Vegeta said in more of a demanding tone than a requestful one.
"Vegeta, where are you going?" Bulma asked.
"I'm going to get us out of this mess so that I don't have to listen to our incessont whinning any more." With that he lammed the door to the van shut. Just a few seconds later the van tipped to one side (with a very loud 'YELP' from Bulma), then it straitened out. Then, suddenly...
"Dad look! We're flying!"
"Oh my, " Mrs. Briefs said.
They flew with record speed over the thousandsof cars. Everyone stuck their heads out of their windows in amazement to see the unbelievebly strange site that was above them. Mouthes droped and eyes just about came out of their sockets. A small man was carring a van that was three times his size, which in itself would be amazing enough to cause some comotion, but to top it off, they were FLYING! The construction workers, which were the cause of the hold-up, stoped talking to eachother as they sat on their butts and looked up in the sky at this phenomonon passed by them.
"Well, now thats something you dont see everyday." one old-man worker said.
Vegeta set the van down on the side of the road when he had cleared the traffic.
"WOW, Vegeta," Bulma said, "That was awsome. I guess it wasn't such a bad idea to take you with us, after all."
Her answer was a light *humph* as Vegeta got back into the van.
"OK, well, lets get going." Dr. Briefs said as he put the car into drive and started off.
Hour 4:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Bulma, we are not there yet." said Dr. Briefs.
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Bulma." Dr. Briefs said.
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Bulma. Not yet."
(p.s.- Vegeta was starting to get ticked)
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Bulma."
(getting madder)
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, not yet Bulma."
(starting to get angry)
5 min. later:
"Are we there yet?"
"No, not yet."
(tapping-his-finger-to-get-control angry now)
5 min. later:
"Are we there YET?"
"N-"
(can't-take-it-anymore angry)
"WOMAN, HE JUST SAID THAT WE WEREN'T THERE YET, SO STOP ASKING."
"I CAN ASK IF I WANT TO, VEGETA!"
"YOU'VE BEEN ASKING FOR HALF AN HOUR NOW! YOU'LL KNOW WHEN WE'RE THERE BECAUSE WE'LL BE THERE."
"WELL, MAYBE, I JUST FEEL LIKE ASKING."
"WELL, IF YOU ASK AGAIN, I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU NEVER SPEAK ANOTHER WORD, AGAIN."
"Is that a threat, mister?"
"I don't make threats, woman, I make promises. And I keep them."
"Well," Bulma said in a very matter-of-fact tone, "you just rember, mister Prince-of-all-Sayins, that I am the one who makes sure that you can use your presious gravity camber so that you can become mister-big-and-bad- super-sayin. So if you kill me, who is going to fix it for you when you break it? Huh? And don't even say that you won't break it because it is phiscally impossible for you not to."
"I don't need you as much as you think, woman."
"Sure you don't, Vegeta. Just keep telling yourself that and you might actually start beliving it."
*Humph* was the only answer that she got. The rest of the trip was fairly quiet.
Hour 5: (Finally)
"Finally, we're here!" Bulma yelled as they pulled up infrount of the hotel where they would be staying. "I can't believe we're finally here. Wow, Dad, you sure didn't spare any expence did you? Look at this place, it's huge! How much did this place cost?"
"Lets see, I ordered 3 suiets so it was alittle more than $350 a night."
"Wow, that's really cheap for three suiets."
"I know, now lets go and check in with the desk."
Inside:
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE OUR ROOMS?" Bulma roared.
"I'm s-sorry, miss, but there's nothing I can do. Someone else has already bought two of the rooms you wanted." the scared little clirk told her.
"How is that possible, I already paid for them." Dr. Briefs said.
"I know, sir," the now calm clerk remarked, "but the people that took them offered triple what we charge."
"Oh, well, we can't blame them there, can we, dear?" Mrs. Briefs said.
"I guess not."
"Well, that's great, but what about our rooms?" Bulma asked.
"Well, we can give you two of our lower class rooms on the lower floors. And we can give you your money back to make up the difference." the clerk offered the idea in an optimistic tone, hoping it would please Bulma so she wouldn't be angry anymore.
"That's a fair deal," Dr. Briefs noted to himself, "what do you think, Bulma, is that ok?"
*Sigh* "I guess so, but who's going down there?" Bulma looked at her mom and dad and thought about the situation. 'I guess Mom and Dad woldn't let me sleep in the one suiet we have left, would they?' The lookes on their faces told her the answer was no. "Right, " she said in a drag tone, "stupid question. Well, lets go get our stuff."