With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-nine: Collecting Dragonballs
[The morning following the party...]
"Hullo?" Song Goku picked up the ringing reciever on his way through the kitchen. He answered the phone with a voice that sounded almost...clouded. He had a mouthful of half-chewed potato chips, and crumbs spewed on Chi-Chi's newly swept floor as he spoke. The voice on the other end was less than impressed with the self- presentation habits of Goku, where he answered the phone impolitely and without a second thought to whom he might be speaking. The voice let out an 'ugh,' not wanting to discover what the potato chips looked like, and goraned as a female voice, a girl beside him, prompted him to speak kindly and without further dilly-dallying. "Kakkarot, have you any couth at all?!" Vegeta asked.
"Uh...well..." Goku scratched his head. "You wanna talk to Chi-Chi? I bet she'd know." He offered.
"No, I don't want to talk to your wife. Bulma wants you to come help look for the Dragonballs, we're bringing back her father."
"Oh. Er...can I finish breakfast first?" Goku inquired. He couldn't separate from his favorite meal, it was untold of that Goku would leave a cupboard with something still in it after being in that house. Chi- Chi hit him with a rolled up newspaper on the arm. "Stop talking and swallow those chips before I have to mop the whole floor again." She ordered.
"Sorry, Chi-Chi." He laughed, spraying yet more chips on the floor.
"Goku!"
"Oops." Goku gulped the mouthful of chips, and therefore halted Vegeta's shuddering at the ill-mannered Saiyan.
"Are you coming or not, Kakkarot? Bulma wants to go as soon as possible, we are not going to wait for you to finish breakfast. We need help now, not later." Vegeta said quickly. Goku snatched a sandwich from a large plate on the table, and nodded though the prince could not see him doing so. "Sure, I'll come." He said through a mouthful of sandwich.
"Ugh, Kakkarot, for your own sake, please do not eat while on the telephone." The sickened Saiyan hung up the phone, and turned to Bulma, who was at his side over the duration of the call. "See? That wasn't so bad," she smiled, hugging him.
"You'd change your mind if you heard him. How disgusting."
"Ready to go?" Bulma asked around ten minutes later, appearing fully dressed in a white lab coat that went to her knees, undone up, a soft blue sleeveless shirt, and white jeans that matched the almost cream color of the jacket. She tucked a case of capsules into the front pocket, and walked around the corner, into Vegeta's room.
"Guess so," Vegeta said, pulling on a navy colored shirt, also without sleeves. He put on the pair of white gloves that sat on his bed beside him. He stood up and walked to the frame of the door, now prepared for the day. He received a small kiss on the cheek, then followed Bulma down the hall. "We'll take the capsule helicopter," she said, bounding down the stairs and out the front door. She tossed a capsule into the air, and a plain, white chopper appeared in a cloud of dust. "Hop in." She walked to the pilot's seat, and sat herself before the controls. Vegeta climbed in, placing himself in the seat beside the girl, and looked about the interior of the craft. Not bad, for human inventions. Still, Saiyan technology was far ahead of this particular piece of work.
Bulma pressed a button on the circular machine she held. Seven yellow blinking dots appeared on the green grid, and the trinket continued to make it's repetitive beeping sounds. "Uh...okay, we'll go to that one, since it's the furthest, and we'll work our way back home." She reasoned. Pushing multiple buttons on a control pad, and pulling back a rod in the floor, the aircraft lifted itself from the ground. "Off to find the dragonballs!"
"It should be right here..." Goku landed on a small island, one on the end of a long chain of them. He pressed the button on the dragon radar again for a close-up on the area, and saw the location of what he sought. "Here it is!" He plucked the dragonball from in between two large boulders, and blasted back into the air. "Oh, the three-star..." he examined the prize as he stuffed it into the pocket of a sports jacket he wore, it being crammed in beside the four-star and six-star ball, both of which were already at the Son house when Goku had recieved the telephone call.
"Look, there are three moving that way. It must be Kakkarot, nothing else would move so quickly and with three dragonballs on hand as well." Vegeta fingered a moving group of dragonballs on the dragon radar. Bulma nodded, and switched the helicopter to a lower speed. "How many do we have?" She asked.
"Two. Seven-star and five-star." Vegeta said, peering into a bag at his side.
"Where to next?"
"Actually, there's one right below us."
"What? But that's in the water!" Bulma complained. "Oh well, I brought a capsule for that, too." She said, putting the machine she piloted into a hovering state and tossing a capsule out the window. A submarine appeared. "Do you want to wait here, or should I?" She asked the Saiyan.
"I'll go." He said, pushing the door open. He flew to the lid of the sub, where he lifted it and went inside. "Now, how do you control this thing?" He wondered. "Ah!" He pushed a large button that said 'dive' on it. The sub sank lower and lower, until Vegeta saw the floor of the ocean, and a glinting sphere. "The one-star!" He exclaimed, using mechanical arms on the sub to reach and take the dragonball. "Now back to the surface." He tapped a second button, with the appropriate label for 'rising.'
"Here we go!" Goku smiled, seeing the old farmer drop the two-star dragonball into his hand. "Thanks, Mister!" He waved, flying away. The farmer waved back, and rested his chin on the blunt end of his pitchfork. "Kids these days. They'll work on the farm 'till they;re twelve, then fly away on you. I wonder if he's got rockets in his pants..." He pondered aloud.
"There! Kakkarot has four, and we've got three! We'll go back to the house now, right?" Vegeta pointed at the dragon radrar to Bulma as she retracted the submarine and put the helicopter into high gear again. "Right," Bulma said. "I can't wait!" She said, leaning back in her chair and relaxing. She would finally see her father again!
"Oh!" Goku looked at his radar. "Bulma and Vegeta must have found the others already. Looks like they're going back to capsule corp., I guess I'll meet them there." He put the radar back in his pocket, and went for the familiar yet large West City.
----------------------------------------------------------------- Chaka Choko, I did it again, and brought you all another chapter of 'With You'! I know, it's gonna be ovver soon, but hey, it's about time! No story should go on forever. Unless it's a really good one. Mine is far from that; but hey, I tried. It was my first crack at serious romance in an actual story [not poetry] and I guess I musta done okay, because you guys are all so supportive! Thank you, thank you! Please review, what do you think?
Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-nine: Collecting Dragonballs
[The morning following the party...]
"Hullo?" Song Goku picked up the ringing reciever on his way through the kitchen. He answered the phone with a voice that sounded almost...clouded. He had a mouthful of half-chewed potato chips, and crumbs spewed on Chi-Chi's newly swept floor as he spoke. The voice on the other end was less than impressed with the self- presentation habits of Goku, where he answered the phone impolitely and without a second thought to whom he might be speaking. The voice let out an 'ugh,' not wanting to discover what the potato chips looked like, and goraned as a female voice, a girl beside him, prompted him to speak kindly and without further dilly-dallying. "Kakkarot, have you any couth at all?!" Vegeta asked.
"Uh...well..." Goku scratched his head. "You wanna talk to Chi-Chi? I bet she'd know." He offered.
"No, I don't want to talk to your wife. Bulma wants you to come help look for the Dragonballs, we're bringing back her father."
"Oh. Er...can I finish breakfast first?" Goku inquired. He couldn't separate from his favorite meal, it was untold of that Goku would leave a cupboard with something still in it after being in that house. Chi- Chi hit him with a rolled up newspaper on the arm. "Stop talking and swallow those chips before I have to mop the whole floor again." She ordered.
"Sorry, Chi-Chi." He laughed, spraying yet more chips on the floor.
"Goku!"
"Oops." Goku gulped the mouthful of chips, and therefore halted Vegeta's shuddering at the ill-mannered Saiyan.
"Are you coming or not, Kakkarot? Bulma wants to go as soon as possible, we are not going to wait for you to finish breakfast. We need help now, not later." Vegeta said quickly. Goku snatched a sandwich from a large plate on the table, and nodded though the prince could not see him doing so. "Sure, I'll come." He said through a mouthful of sandwich.
"Ugh, Kakkarot, for your own sake, please do not eat while on the telephone." The sickened Saiyan hung up the phone, and turned to Bulma, who was at his side over the duration of the call. "See? That wasn't so bad," she smiled, hugging him.
"You'd change your mind if you heard him. How disgusting."
"Ready to go?" Bulma asked around ten minutes later, appearing fully dressed in a white lab coat that went to her knees, undone up, a soft blue sleeveless shirt, and white jeans that matched the almost cream color of the jacket. She tucked a case of capsules into the front pocket, and walked around the corner, into Vegeta's room.
"Guess so," Vegeta said, pulling on a navy colored shirt, also without sleeves. He put on the pair of white gloves that sat on his bed beside him. He stood up and walked to the frame of the door, now prepared for the day. He received a small kiss on the cheek, then followed Bulma down the hall. "We'll take the capsule helicopter," she said, bounding down the stairs and out the front door. She tossed a capsule into the air, and a plain, white chopper appeared in a cloud of dust. "Hop in." She walked to the pilot's seat, and sat herself before the controls. Vegeta climbed in, placing himself in the seat beside the girl, and looked about the interior of the craft. Not bad, for human inventions. Still, Saiyan technology was far ahead of this particular piece of work.
Bulma pressed a button on the circular machine she held. Seven yellow blinking dots appeared on the green grid, and the trinket continued to make it's repetitive beeping sounds. "Uh...okay, we'll go to that one, since it's the furthest, and we'll work our way back home." She reasoned. Pushing multiple buttons on a control pad, and pulling back a rod in the floor, the aircraft lifted itself from the ground. "Off to find the dragonballs!"
"It should be right here..." Goku landed on a small island, one on the end of a long chain of them. He pressed the button on the dragon radar again for a close-up on the area, and saw the location of what he sought. "Here it is!" He plucked the dragonball from in between two large boulders, and blasted back into the air. "Oh, the three-star..." he examined the prize as he stuffed it into the pocket of a sports jacket he wore, it being crammed in beside the four-star and six-star ball, both of which were already at the Son house when Goku had recieved the telephone call.
"Look, there are three moving that way. It must be Kakkarot, nothing else would move so quickly and with three dragonballs on hand as well." Vegeta fingered a moving group of dragonballs on the dragon radar. Bulma nodded, and switched the helicopter to a lower speed. "How many do we have?" She asked.
"Two. Seven-star and five-star." Vegeta said, peering into a bag at his side.
"Where to next?"
"Actually, there's one right below us."
"What? But that's in the water!" Bulma complained. "Oh well, I brought a capsule for that, too." She said, putting the machine she piloted into a hovering state and tossing a capsule out the window. A submarine appeared. "Do you want to wait here, or should I?" She asked the Saiyan.
"I'll go." He said, pushing the door open. He flew to the lid of the sub, where he lifted it and went inside. "Now, how do you control this thing?" He wondered. "Ah!" He pushed a large button that said 'dive' on it. The sub sank lower and lower, until Vegeta saw the floor of the ocean, and a glinting sphere. "The one-star!" He exclaimed, using mechanical arms on the sub to reach and take the dragonball. "Now back to the surface." He tapped a second button, with the appropriate label for 'rising.'
"Here we go!" Goku smiled, seeing the old farmer drop the two-star dragonball into his hand. "Thanks, Mister!" He waved, flying away. The farmer waved back, and rested his chin on the blunt end of his pitchfork. "Kids these days. They'll work on the farm 'till they;re twelve, then fly away on you. I wonder if he's got rockets in his pants..." He pondered aloud.
"There! Kakkarot has four, and we've got three! We'll go back to the house now, right?" Vegeta pointed at the dragon radrar to Bulma as she retracted the submarine and put the helicopter into high gear again. "Right," Bulma said. "I can't wait!" She said, leaning back in her chair and relaxing. She would finally see her father again!
"Oh!" Goku looked at his radar. "Bulma and Vegeta must have found the others already. Looks like they're going back to capsule corp., I guess I'll meet them there." He put the radar back in his pocket, and went for the familiar yet large West City.
----------------------------------------------------------------- Chaka Choko, I did it again, and brought you all another chapter of 'With You'! I know, it's gonna be ovver soon, but hey, it's about time! No story should go on forever. Unless it's a really good one. Mine is far from that; but hey, I tried. It was my first crack at serious romance in an actual story [not poetry] and I guess I musta done okay, because you guys are all so supportive! Thank you, thank you! Please review, what do you think?
Kai