AN-ummm..what am I supposed to put in these? I dunno. I beg for reviews at
the end. I don't need to make an excuse for not updating.cause I updates
right after I got a review..so I guess I'll be quiet now. ^-^"
Disclaimer- I own 4 volumes of dragonball manga, 7 of Dragonball Z, and folder full of DBZ fanart I drew, a dbz movie, a TV with witch I watch DB and DBZ, and a subscription to shounen jump magazine, but not dragonball.
Chapter Four- The night before the tournament still, and truth or dare!
Previously-
Roshi spun the bottle and it landed on Goten. ^-^ Maybe not in those exact words, but hey.
Currently-
Gohan visibly gulped. He wasn't sure what Goten would keep to himself and what he would let out. Though not quite as brain-dead as his father, he was still painfully naïve and truthful.
Roshi was crestfallen, and didn't know what to do to the poor little chibi. So he simply asked the question.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth!" the little chibi proclaimed with no hesitation.
"Alright.. How long have you been training, if at all, and who trained you?" Gohan visibly relaxed. The only way Goten could mess this up would be to mention his super sayian form.
"I've been training for two whole years. My mom trains me!" He said gleefully. "She usually beats me, too." Trunks snickered at this and pulled his notepad back out from his inter-dimensional pocket and wrote-
8:36 PM-
Goten admits that his mom can kick his butt
The DB gang stared at him questionably while the Mirai group rolled their eyes and Goten glared at him. The chibi immediately brightened up, however, upon realizing it was his turn. He used his ki (Gohan let him, he knew Goten wouldn't mess things up) to land the bottle on Trunks.
"Truth or Dare?" Trunks opened his mouth to say 'truth', but Goten had special plans for his best friend. "You're probably gona pick truth, guess you really are a coward." He had pressed the very big very red button inside of Trunks labeled 'Pride'. The sayian prince smirked and replied.
"Dare." Goten grinned from ear to ear and held his hand out. Trunks looked at him questionably.
"I dare you to give me that notebook." Trunks glared and handed it over. He then pulled out a tape recorder.
"8:37 PM, Goten gets another idea and therefore got hold on my notebook."
The Mirai group sweatdroped. The DB gang blinked.
"Ooooookayyyyyy." Kuririn said it slowly, as though talking to a group of kindergarteners. "I guess it's you turn, purple."
"It's LILAC!!! Not purple!!!" Yelled both Trunks' simultaneously. The DB gang looked a bit shocked at the reaction, but soon got over it. Trunks let the bottle spin on it's own accord, and it landed on..
..Yamcha.
Trunks smirked. He knew exactly what he was going to do, weather he chose truth or dare. So he let the former bandit chose his own fate.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." The warrior said with confidence.
"Okay then.." The chibi said with a smirk of his face. The rest of the Mirai group had already guessed what the boy was plotting, and wanted to hear the warriors' response.
"How many times have you cheated on Bulma since you got back together, the most recent time?" Yamcha was about to open his mouth to respond with a 'never' when the chibi continued. "And lying won't work, 'cus you see my little, er, big friend here," He said while pointing to Gohan, "can read minds. So you can either tell only us in here, or he can read your mind, find out, and then tell the girls tomorrow. So, what'll it be, scar face?" During this conversation, Yamcha had paled visibly. The DB gang seemed confident that he was loyal, but the Mirai group seems to anticipate his answer.
"Never." He said in a wavering voice.
"Is that your final answer?" Travis said warningly. He had gotten over his awkwardness during the course of the game, and was fully into the Yamcha torture.
The bandit nodded meekly, praying the whole mind-reading thing had been a phony.
"Really?" Gohan said suspiciously. "What about Ashley?" Yamcha paled even further and the DB group looked up in surprise.
"Ashley w-who?" He said.
"Well there's Smith, and there's Hill and of course Hulcower. Lisa too. And Amy." The teenage demi-sayian said with a smirk.
"Y-your lying." Yamcha said, hoping his friends would back him up.
"Yeah, of course he is. I mean, mind-reading?" Kuririn said.
"I dunno, anything's possible." Goku said
"Go ahead then. Ask him any question." Goten said.
"Yeah, any question that only you know the answer to." Trunks said with confidence. After a moment's thought, he pulled out his tape recorder and said into it- "8:55 PM, Goten joins us in the torture of Yamcha."
"Okay then." Roshi thought for a seconded. "How many magazines do I have in my collection?" Gohan looked at him in the eyes for approximately three seconds before responding-
"873, and 32 are on loan to Oolong." He looked around at a few of the others. "And Kuririn found one under the couch in the living room. He put it on top of the T.V. right before you left to come here for the tournament."
The Dragonball gang stared in shock at him. He had been able to answer the Hermit's question, and then some he hadn't asked for! Gohan continued and finished Yamaha's truth for him.
"And the grand total of cheats in the past two years, three months, two weeks and a day, thirty-two." He said with utmost confidence in his answer.
The game continued like this, all the Db gang avoiding Gohan's gaze, glaring at Yamcha, and becoming accustomed to chibi Trunks using his recorder. It went on to 9:00.
"Well, guy's, I think we'd better get some sleep. After all, some of us" Roshi said, looking pointedly at Goku, Kuririn, Yamcha and 'Vegeta' (Alias, 'member?) "Are competing in the tournament tomorrow."
"Yay!! I can't wait 'till we get to fight!" Goku said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, me either. It's a great chance to prove how much my skills have improved over the last three years." Kuririn agreed. So, they slept. Exciting, ne?
~The next Day~
The boys and the girls merged at breakfast and had begun to wander around the shop area near the tournament. They still had a good five hours, and nothing in particular to do. Gohan never did tell Bulma about Yamcha cheating, and had instead warned all those who knew of it never to breath a word of it to anyone. He knew history had already been disturbed, and he wanted to prevent any further mess-ups. For a brief moment, Gohan wondered what the others were doing in their present time.
~The Mirai Group's Present Time~
"WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! My baby's gone!" Chichi wailed, yet again, at the top of her lungs. Vegeta and Piccolo, having sensitive hearing, winced in pain.
All of the Z-senshi were inside of Capsule Corps main building. Most of them because, well, their children had recently disappeared of the face of the planet. Most parents would want to know what happened.
Juuannagou (Or #17 for you dubbies)(oh yeah, I personally think he's pretty cool, so he's not evil and is in my story ^-^) was there because his favorite (and only) niece had disappeared. Piccolo claimed it was just because the earth's defenses were especially weak without the demi-sayians there, but everyone knew he was worried that something had happened to them. Especially Gohan. But he'd never admit that.
All of them (with the exception of Piccolo, he doesn't need sleep) had bags under their eyes from a serious lack of sleep. Some of them had actually been sleeping when Chichi's piercing cry awoke them.
Well, it could have been worse. Luckily, Yamcha was two hours off about the time they were leaving. He was supposed to meet Bulma, Chichi ect. and Capsule Corp. and arrived right after the chibis called the dragon. He had heard the wish, so everyone knew they were at the 22nd Tenaichi Budokia. Now they just had to get there.
Bulma had been working 'round the clock on speeding up her work on the time Portal. It had been inspired by her Future son's time machine, but she wanted something a bit more convenient. It could transport large groups of people at a time, and didn't need very long to recharge. She had used it a couple of times sending Vegeta somewhere, but had only succeeded in sending him three days in the past when it was supposed to be five years, and one time he stayed in the same year, just stranding him in the middle of the Sahara Dessert. At least he knew how to fly.
So no one thought much of it when Bulma came running in claiming to have fixed it. Vegeta began slamming his head on the table. No way in HFIL was he going to test it again. Or so he thought. Unfortunately, his wife could not be easily persuaded.
So Vegeta agreed. Of course, he had several bumps on his head (a result of defying his wife while she had her FPOD) and was a bit dizzy. Seeing how weary everyone was, Bulma decided they should wait the night before they try the machine. After all, Chichi had worn herself out crying; so a few hours wouldn't hurt.
~10 hours later~
"Ack!!!!" Bulma yelled upon realizing how long they had been sleeping. "I can't believe I spent ten hours asleep when my sons are trapped in another time period! Bad Bulma! Bad!" she reprimanded herself. She quickly awoke the others, and they gathered on the front lawn to see if the machine would at last work.
Vegeta was still sporting bruises from the previous days, and was reluctant to take the trip. His wife's frying pan soon made up his mind. Better to go in the past and deal with her when she didn't have a frying pan. He still needed an excuse to borrow it. ~Insert your own time travel scene here~ (I haven't done that since chapter 2 ^-^)
Vegeta looked up from the ground that he had unceremoniously landed on and stretched his ki out. He located several familiar ki's. He smirked.
The 'Onna' had finally gotten something right.
AN-see! I told you I'd make this chappie longer! ^-^ I got a lot of content in there too! I hope I don't run out of ideas. I figure this fic is going to go on for maybe three or so more chapters. but if anyone can give me a few ideas to use in the story, it could go on longer ^-^ that is, if anyone wants it too. If anyone even reads this. -_-" soooooooooooo. yeah.
Word count for this chapter- 1860 Ha! See! I told you it'd be longer! ^-^ I kept my promise. it's about 600 words longer! 5 pages on word! Yay!
Please Review!!! Even flames!!! How many times to I have to write this!!!
Disclaimer- I own 4 volumes of dragonball manga, 7 of Dragonball Z, and folder full of DBZ fanart I drew, a dbz movie, a TV with witch I watch DB and DBZ, and a subscription to shounen jump magazine, but not dragonball.
Chapter Four- The night before the tournament still, and truth or dare!
Previously-
Roshi spun the bottle and it landed on Goten. ^-^ Maybe not in those exact words, but hey.
Currently-
Gohan visibly gulped. He wasn't sure what Goten would keep to himself and what he would let out. Though not quite as brain-dead as his father, he was still painfully naïve and truthful.
Roshi was crestfallen, and didn't know what to do to the poor little chibi. So he simply asked the question.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth!" the little chibi proclaimed with no hesitation.
"Alright.. How long have you been training, if at all, and who trained you?" Gohan visibly relaxed. The only way Goten could mess this up would be to mention his super sayian form.
"I've been training for two whole years. My mom trains me!" He said gleefully. "She usually beats me, too." Trunks snickered at this and pulled his notepad back out from his inter-dimensional pocket and wrote-
8:36 PM-
Goten admits that his mom can kick his butt
The DB gang stared at him questionably while the Mirai group rolled their eyes and Goten glared at him. The chibi immediately brightened up, however, upon realizing it was his turn. He used his ki (Gohan let him, he knew Goten wouldn't mess things up) to land the bottle on Trunks.
"Truth or Dare?" Trunks opened his mouth to say 'truth', but Goten had special plans for his best friend. "You're probably gona pick truth, guess you really are a coward." He had pressed the very big very red button inside of Trunks labeled 'Pride'. The sayian prince smirked and replied.
"Dare." Goten grinned from ear to ear and held his hand out. Trunks looked at him questionably.
"I dare you to give me that notebook." Trunks glared and handed it over. He then pulled out a tape recorder.
"8:37 PM, Goten gets another idea and therefore got hold on my notebook."
The Mirai group sweatdroped. The DB gang blinked.
"Ooooookayyyyyy." Kuririn said it slowly, as though talking to a group of kindergarteners. "I guess it's you turn, purple."
"It's LILAC!!! Not purple!!!" Yelled both Trunks' simultaneously. The DB gang looked a bit shocked at the reaction, but soon got over it. Trunks let the bottle spin on it's own accord, and it landed on..
..Yamcha.
Trunks smirked. He knew exactly what he was going to do, weather he chose truth or dare. So he let the former bandit chose his own fate.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." The warrior said with confidence.
"Okay then.." The chibi said with a smirk of his face. The rest of the Mirai group had already guessed what the boy was plotting, and wanted to hear the warriors' response.
"How many times have you cheated on Bulma since you got back together, the most recent time?" Yamcha was about to open his mouth to respond with a 'never' when the chibi continued. "And lying won't work, 'cus you see my little, er, big friend here," He said while pointing to Gohan, "can read minds. So you can either tell only us in here, or he can read your mind, find out, and then tell the girls tomorrow. So, what'll it be, scar face?" During this conversation, Yamcha had paled visibly. The DB gang seemed confident that he was loyal, but the Mirai group seems to anticipate his answer.
"Never." He said in a wavering voice.
"Is that your final answer?" Travis said warningly. He had gotten over his awkwardness during the course of the game, and was fully into the Yamcha torture.
The bandit nodded meekly, praying the whole mind-reading thing had been a phony.
"Really?" Gohan said suspiciously. "What about Ashley?" Yamcha paled even further and the DB group looked up in surprise.
"Ashley w-who?" He said.
"Well there's Smith, and there's Hill and of course Hulcower. Lisa too. And Amy." The teenage demi-sayian said with a smirk.
"Y-your lying." Yamcha said, hoping his friends would back him up.
"Yeah, of course he is. I mean, mind-reading?" Kuririn said.
"I dunno, anything's possible." Goku said
"Go ahead then. Ask him any question." Goten said.
"Yeah, any question that only you know the answer to." Trunks said with confidence. After a moment's thought, he pulled out his tape recorder and said into it- "8:55 PM, Goten joins us in the torture of Yamcha."
"Okay then." Roshi thought for a seconded. "How many magazines do I have in my collection?" Gohan looked at him in the eyes for approximately three seconds before responding-
"873, and 32 are on loan to Oolong." He looked around at a few of the others. "And Kuririn found one under the couch in the living room. He put it on top of the T.V. right before you left to come here for the tournament."
The Dragonball gang stared in shock at him. He had been able to answer the Hermit's question, and then some he hadn't asked for! Gohan continued and finished Yamaha's truth for him.
"And the grand total of cheats in the past two years, three months, two weeks and a day, thirty-two." He said with utmost confidence in his answer.
The game continued like this, all the Db gang avoiding Gohan's gaze, glaring at Yamcha, and becoming accustomed to chibi Trunks using his recorder. It went on to 9:00.
"Well, guy's, I think we'd better get some sleep. After all, some of us" Roshi said, looking pointedly at Goku, Kuririn, Yamcha and 'Vegeta' (Alias, 'member?) "Are competing in the tournament tomorrow."
"Yay!! I can't wait 'till we get to fight!" Goku said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, me either. It's a great chance to prove how much my skills have improved over the last three years." Kuririn agreed. So, they slept. Exciting, ne?
~The next Day~
The boys and the girls merged at breakfast and had begun to wander around the shop area near the tournament. They still had a good five hours, and nothing in particular to do. Gohan never did tell Bulma about Yamcha cheating, and had instead warned all those who knew of it never to breath a word of it to anyone. He knew history had already been disturbed, and he wanted to prevent any further mess-ups. For a brief moment, Gohan wondered what the others were doing in their present time.
~The Mirai Group's Present Time~
"WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! My baby's gone!" Chichi wailed, yet again, at the top of her lungs. Vegeta and Piccolo, having sensitive hearing, winced in pain.
All of the Z-senshi were inside of Capsule Corps main building. Most of them because, well, their children had recently disappeared of the face of the planet. Most parents would want to know what happened.
Juuannagou (Or #17 for you dubbies)(oh yeah, I personally think he's pretty cool, so he's not evil and is in my story ^-^) was there because his favorite (and only) niece had disappeared. Piccolo claimed it was just because the earth's defenses were especially weak without the demi-sayians there, but everyone knew he was worried that something had happened to them. Especially Gohan. But he'd never admit that.
All of them (with the exception of Piccolo, he doesn't need sleep) had bags under their eyes from a serious lack of sleep. Some of them had actually been sleeping when Chichi's piercing cry awoke them.
Well, it could have been worse. Luckily, Yamcha was two hours off about the time they were leaving. He was supposed to meet Bulma, Chichi ect. and Capsule Corp. and arrived right after the chibis called the dragon. He had heard the wish, so everyone knew they were at the 22nd Tenaichi Budokia. Now they just had to get there.
Bulma had been working 'round the clock on speeding up her work on the time Portal. It had been inspired by her Future son's time machine, but she wanted something a bit more convenient. It could transport large groups of people at a time, and didn't need very long to recharge. She had used it a couple of times sending Vegeta somewhere, but had only succeeded in sending him three days in the past when it was supposed to be five years, and one time he stayed in the same year, just stranding him in the middle of the Sahara Dessert. At least he knew how to fly.
So no one thought much of it when Bulma came running in claiming to have fixed it. Vegeta began slamming his head on the table. No way in HFIL was he going to test it again. Or so he thought. Unfortunately, his wife could not be easily persuaded.
So Vegeta agreed. Of course, he had several bumps on his head (a result of defying his wife while she had her FPOD) and was a bit dizzy. Seeing how weary everyone was, Bulma decided they should wait the night before they try the machine. After all, Chichi had worn herself out crying; so a few hours wouldn't hurt.
~10 hours later~
"Ack!!!!" Bulma yelled upon realizing how long they had been sleeping. "I can't believe I spent ten hours asleep when my sons are trapped in another time period! Bad Bulma! Bad!" she reprimanded herself. She quickly awoke the others, and they gathered on the front lawn to see if the machine would at last work.
Vegeta was still sporting bruises from the previous days, and was reluctant to take the trip. His wife's frying pan soon made up his mind. Better to go in the past and deal with her when she didn't have a frying pan. He still needed an excuse to borrow it. ~Insert your own time travel scene here~ (I haven't done that since chapter 2 ^-^)
Vegeta looked up from the ground that he had unceremoniously landed on and stretched his ki out. He located several familiar ki's. He smirked.
The 'Onna' had finally gotten something right.
AN-see! I told you I'd make this chappie longer! ^-^ I got a lot of content in there too! I hope I don't run out of ideas. I figure this fic is going to go on for maybe three or so more chapters. but if anyone can give me a few ideas to use in the story, it could go on longer ^-^ that is, if anyone wants it too. If anyone even reads this. -_-" soooooooooooo. yeah.
Word count for this chapter- 1860 Ha! See! I told you it'd be longer! ^-^ I kept my promise. it's about 600 words longer! 5 pages on word! Yay!
Please Review!!! Even flames!!! How many times to I have to write this!!!