Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and all Dragonball Z characters are copyrighted and registered as Akira Toriyama (I think I did it right..don't sue me if I didn't), not me. With that straight, let us move on.
Sorry for the long wait. Sarah (Dbz Dealer) helped me a LOT in this chapter, so thanks to her. And check out her fics, DARN YOU! o_O Now read...then review...then look at her fics and review on them. GOT IT!? Good.
~*~
It was Thursday, and Piccolo was walking slowly to the frat from his last class. Thank God that was over. Class was stressful, difficult, and he really wasn't in the mood to be there. So, of course, he was not up to it. Who is? Piccolo however, had even more stress now, with the whole...kidnapper thing.
He was walking along the calm, peaceful block, that his frat was upon. On the sidewalk, he glanced at the street to his left, where a black, long Lincoln passed. He couldn't see into the dark, tinted windows, but didn't really care. He looked to his right, where trees lined the edge of the sidewalk, creating a nice, shady area. The grass in the yards of the homes he was passing was as green as his skin, lush and full. It was beautiful. But he didn't care. He looked at the side walk as he walked.
Suddenly, Piccolo's sensitive ears perked up as he heard a familiar, annoying-as-crap, song that began softly from some unknown place. It got louder and louder, until finally it was BLARING in his ear and he couldn't stand it any longer! He held his ears, twisting his body in anguish. Piccolo growled, looking around with glaring eyes. He couldn't see anyone! Only heard it, that DAMN music! It...must...DIE!! He shot a stray ki blast in the direction of the music, which happened to be the ever familiar Twilight Zone Music.
A small yelp was his reward and the music stopped abruptly. Catching his breath from his rage, he looked to the source of the cry. Sitting there in a tree, a now destroyed portable battery-operated boom box melting in his hands, was none other then our beloved village idiot, Goku! Er...Frat idiot. The frat idiot...not village idiot. ^_^;
Piccolo set a hard glare on the spiky haired prankster. Goku wasn't paying attention to him, however, for that that moment the hot plastic that was the result of the blast was seeping over his hands. "HOT HOT HOT!!!" He cried, waving his hands in a frantic effort to remove the liquid.
Piccolo sighed slightly, sweat dropping. The poor fool. He glances around, seeing a near by fire hydrant. He took a step or two until he was in range, then kicked the top clear off. Water shot out straight up, in a furious blast of...of...FURY!! (o.O; ^.^; Anyways...)
Walking to the other side, hands in pockets, he lifted his foot onto the side of the hydrant and pressed firmly forward with it, bending the hydrant so the top was now aimed directly at Goku, who sat still in the tree. Soon, Goku was drenched, as well as shot out of the tree by the force of the water. Piccolo couldn't help but smirk. This actually brightened his day.
Goku had been blasted into the pillar of the porch of the house they were in front of. He slid down it, for it was a large pillar, a faint squeaking sound audible. Piccolo walked to the drowned rat of a saiyan, snickering slightly. The water was still hitting the pillar, and Goku was under practically a waterfall. He sputtered and coughed, trying to breathe. Piccolo grabbed the front of his wet shirt, pulling him out of the pour of water. Goku coughed again, wiping his face with his hands, some of his black hair plastered to his forehead.
"Have a nice swim?" Piccolo smirked.
Goku whimpered, "You didn't have to do THAT! It was only a joke!"
Piccolo rolled his eyes and Goku pouted, "You're the one who had to bug the hell out of me in the first place. You didn't have to turn the thing up to it's max! You KNOW how sensitive my ears are!"
"But it wasn't my fault!" Goku said whiningly. "A-and you blasted th-the player and it got all hot and melted, an-an then the wa-wa-water!!" He burst out into tears, making Piccolo blink slightly.
He let go of his shirt, letting the poor tormented child fall on his rear end in a sitting position, "Suck it up. You asked for the blast, and I was only helping the burn with the water."
"HELPING!?" Goku jumped to his feet, "Vegeta dared me to do it in the first pla-"
"He did WHAT!?" Piccolo growled, grabbing the front of his shirt again, pulling his face close to his own, baring his fangs.
Goku covered his face with his hands, "Don't hurt me!"
Piccolo sweat dropped, closing his eyes, "Just tell me where Vegeta is, unless you want to be hurt."
Goku peeked through the fingers of one hand, "Well..." He slowly let his hands drop, "He said that he was gonna be recording the whole thing from a near by location."
"Oh really?" Piccolo dropped Goku...again.
"You don't gotta drop me all the time!" Goku whined, getting up. Piccolo ignored him, glancing about.
He saw the leaves of a bush move, and heard running footsteps heading the opposite direction. Piccolo smirked, running to the bush and jumping over it. He then began walking forward, "Vegeta, you poor, stupid fool..."
~*~
"God damn that Kakarot!" Vegeta huffed as he picked up his pace. After running about a block he stopped abruptly, his shoes making a squeaking sound against the ground. "What the hell am I doing? I can fly!"
As if on cue, a little boy jumped out of a trash can, hands on his hips and chest thrust out. He was wearing a green outfit that resembled a tunic, with a matching hat with a red feather sticking out of it. "He can fly!"
Vegeta looked at the kid. "...Go home, kid." The kid pouted and walked somberly away, head bowed. Vegeta shook his head, "Kids these days." He blinked as he heard a familiar voice shout, "Oh, Vegeta!"
It was a snarl really, and as Vegeta looked over his shoulder he saw the source: A tall, pissed green man, who happened to be running directly at him. Fast. Vegeta's eyes widened, "Crap." He started to take off into the air, but the attempt was futile.
As Vegeta was in mid air, Piccolo tackled him out of the air, his shoulder hitting his gut roughly. He emitted a grunt, and a second one as he landed skiddingly on his back in some houses driveway. Piccolo sat atop of him, bringing his fist back far, ready to punch the crap out of him. Vegeta cringed in anticipation, closing his eyes tightly.
He felt a rough slap across his face, causing his head to turn from the impact. "Don't cry now, you look like you're about to start, bitch." Vegeta growled looking up at the grinning namekian.
"What? Thought I was really going to punch ya?" Piccolo smirked ruffling Vegeta's hair roughly, then slapping him again. "I'd never beat up a little bitch like you. It's not nice." He snickered. Vegeta shoved him off, growling louder.
"I'm not a bitch!" Vegeta almost pouted as he sat up.
Piccolo laughed, "Then stop pouting like one."
Vegeta stood up and was about to kick Piccolo, but his foot was grabbed in the process and he was pulled roughly down, landing hard on his butt. Piccolo stood up. "Aww...did the little bitch fall down on his little ass?"
Vegeta was furious, "STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!"
"You're acting like one," Piccolo smirked.
"Are not!"
"Are too."
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"ARE NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"ARE NOT!!!"
"ARE TOO!!!"
"ARE NOT!!!"
"ARE TOO!!!"
Both of them yelled in each other's faces, now both standing, (of course, Piccolo was kind of looking down, since Vegeta is vertically challenged) "ARE NOT/TOO!!!"
Vegeta and Piccolo's chests were now heaving from all the yelling they were doing, but neither of them looked away from each other's gaze. Piccolo suddenly turned his back to him, arms crossed, lifting his chin, "Once a bitch, always a bitch."
Vegeta growled and was about to start attempting to strangle Piccolo, but then Goku arrived. "Hey guys!" Vegeta cringed at the sound of his voice, his hands now reaching out towards Piccolo's neck, his fingers trembling and ready to grip the green neck fiercely. Goku blinked some, "What's wrong, Vegeta?"
Vegeta dropped his arms, heaving an irritated sigh, then mumbled, "Nothing, Kakarot...Nothing."
"Yeah that's what I thought," Piccolo stuck his tongue out at him.
Vegeta growled, ready to tackle him, but Goku walked between them, "Heh heh," He laughed nervously, "Come on guys, let's just forget about this whole thing and head back to the frat. Okay?"
"Sure." Piccolo smirked. This whole thing had actually cheered him up. He and Goku turned in the direction of the frat, but he blinked slightly, glancing back to Vegeta who failed to follow. Vegeta was stepping inconspicuously toward the left, or trying to. But Piccolo saw it. The green one growled.
"Vegeta you sneaky little bitch!" Piccolo dove at the video camera lying on the ground, which had been dropped when Piccolo had first tackled Vegeta. Unfortunately, Vegeta dived for it as well, and their heads collided together and they fell, both landing one their stomaches, their hands reaching but just short of the video camera. The recording light was still on. Vegeta and Piccolo didn't notice, though. Their eyes were at the moment in anime-style swirls.
Goku walked up and bent forward, picking the camera up, "Hey, isn't this what you recorded everything with, Vegeta?" Goku blinked, looking at the front of the camera, "It's still on."
"WHAT!?" Vegeta and Piccolo jumped up. Had it gotten the whole thing on tape?? Piccolo smirked some, but Vegeta's look remained distressed. Piccolo started to laugh, "Well, that's great. Because it's more embarrassing to you then it is me. Heh."
As he said this he was smirking at Vegeta. He snatched the camera from Goku, pointing the lens at Vegeta, "Smile, bitch."
Vegeta's right eye twitched, "If you DARE call me that one more time..." He grabbed for the camera, growling, but Piccolo easily held it out of his reach. Vegeta floated up slightly, snatching it away and turning it off. He looked up to Piccolo, holding the camera triumphantly, "HA! I got the ta-"
He blinked. Piccolo was yawning, spinning the small black tape on his finger. Vegeta quickly reached for it, but Piccolo tossed it up and caught it again, pocketing it, all in a quick movement before Vegeta could even attempt close his fingers around the tape. Vegeta lowered his arm and glared, "You don't dare show that tape to a soul, or else I'll-"
"Save it," Piccolo said, turning back around to face the direction of the frat with Goku, "I'll just use it for blackmail sometime if I need something from you." He snickered to himself.
Vegeta could only grumble as he followed, resisting the urge to strangle the green man. 'How ironic,' he thought furiously, 'The result ended up to be the opposite of what I intended!'
~*~
The three arrived at their "home" minutes later, the tape still safely tucked away in Piccolo's front pocket. They opened the door with their key, or, Vegeta's key (Each had one) and walked inside.
As they neared the living room of the frat, Piccolo sniffed the air, blinking. "Do you guys smell smoke?"
The other two blinked as well as they smelled the air. Goku scratched his chin, "Yeah...But it smells kind of weird."
"Uh-oh." Vegeta said, "What if they caught something on fire?"
The three all exchanged glances. In a split second they were all in the living room. A cloud of smoke hovered beneath the ceiling, and the room itself seeming to be filled with a fog of some sort. They coughed, waving hands in front of their faces. It was smoke, not fog. In the distance, they could see blurry figures, and small, bright little lights.
As they moved closer, still coughing and squinting against the smoke, they saw that it was some of their frat members, and the little lights were the tips of what looked like cigarettes. But they weren't.
"W-what are you guys doing?" Goku asked them, blinking.
"Takin' hits." One of them replied. He had a hat on. The others burst out laughing for no apparent reason as so did the guy who replied.
"What's so funny?" Goku asked, confused.
"Yo mama!" Another burst. They all laughed again.
"Huh?" Goku was baffled.
"Are those...blunts!?" Piccolo asked, blinking.
"No." They all looked at each other, then couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out in hysterical laughter.
"They're smoking weed!" Vegeta declared, pointing accusingly.
"Drugs!?" One of them asked, "NEVER!" They all laughed again, except of course Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo.
The front door was heard opening, and a moment later Leroy joined them. "What the hell's going on!?" The angry black apprentice-of-Jack growled furiously.
"They're getting high!" Piccolo said, pointing at them, looking like he was saying "It wasn't me!"
"Gettin' high!?" Leroy bellowed, "GETTIN' HIGH!?"
All of them exchanged glances.
"You foo's KNOW that we don't allow drugs in this joint!!" Leroy continued angrily.
After a few moments of silence, one of them held up a blunt, "Want some?"
"Damn right!" Leroy snatched the blunt from him, sitting down. "Ya crazy bitches tryin' to leave me out..." He mumbled, inhaling it then letting out a puff of smoke.
The three still standing blinked some. They turned their heads as they heard the door open again. It shut, then soon Jack was right in there with them. "What the HELL is going on!?"
"Yo, Jack, cool down, foo." Leroy said, holding out a joint to him.
"But, I thought-" Goku started.
"Shut up," Jack said, taking the blunt and sitting with the others.
"What, we don't get any?" Piccolo asked, but was being sarcastic.
As soon as he got the question out, ten hands all offered him a blunt at once. He blinked in surprise, stepping back. Leroy grinned, "Ya'll know we'd never leave a frat brotha' out."
A few of the hands shifted to Goku and Vegeta. "C'mon, take it." They asked.
"My mom warned me about this." Vegeta gulped.
Piccolo looked at Vegeta through half closed eyelids in irritation, then grabbed one of the blunts, "Fine. I don't want to be a little bitch like Vegeta."
As everyone besides the three burst out into loud laughter, Vegeta protested, "I'M NOT A BITCH!!" He grabbed one of the joints.
"Kakarot is," Vegeta stated, pointing at Goku, the only blunt-less person in the entire room.
"I'm not a bitch." Goku pouted, taking a joint as well.
The three exchanged glances, lifting the blunts to their mouths. They had never dine this before. Goku was about to take a hit with the other two, but chickened out and just watched Piccolo and Vegeta do it. The two started hacking and coughing immediately, making everyone else howl with laughter.
After a few hits though, the two started getting used to it. Kind of. They felt suddenly happy.
"C'mon, Goku," Piccolo nudged Goku with his elbow, grinning, "Take a hit."
"Yeah," Vegeta urged, "Join us, Goku."
"Join us." The other's repeated. They sounded like a bunch of zombies.
Goku's breath quickened and his eyes darted to all the faces in the room, all of which wore freaky high smiles, as they chanted "Join us" again and again and AGAIN. Goku fell to his knees, throwing his hands in the air, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"
They all stopped chanting and watched Goku do this for a few minutes. After he stopped and was panting for air, they all began to snicker, then began laughing like the stoners they were.
He watched them, pouting like a kid, "Don't laugh at me!!"
They all stopped laughing suddenly and offered him a blunt. Goku blinked at all the joints in his face. "I-I-I-I.."
"You will take a hit." They all said in unison. Goku gulped, taking one. All hands withdrew.
He lifted the joint slowly to his lips, looking at it, then to them, the to it again. He trembled, looking down at the large, weed filled item between his fingers. His chest filled with air as he took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and lifted it all the way to his lips, and put the end in his mouth.
...The lit end.
Goku yelped as the heat sprung to life inside his mouth, and dropped the blunt, sticking his burnt tongue out and waving at it with both hands, vainly trying to cool it down. The other's rolled on the floor with laughter.
~*~
After a while, everyone was really stoned. Goku had learned how to smoke the thing properly, and now joined the other's in their happy world that was only real to them. "Them" as in everyone that was stoned. It was their Happy High World.
"Whoaa..." Goku stared up at the ceiling, then pointed up to it, "You see that?!"
Everyone else's heads lifted up to look at what he was pointing at. "What!?"
Goku just kept pointing, and looking for a few moments, as did everyone else. He lowered his arm after a few minutes and looked at them, "What were we doing?"
After about a minute of silence, someone asked, "Where am I?"
"In Cleveland?" Another said.
"Oh."
"WE AREN'T IN CLEAVAGE!" someone shouted. Everyone exchanged glances, then burst out laughing.
This lasted for a few minutes, then, "WHOA!!! The couch just BIT ME!!!"
"NO WAY!!" Another person replied.
"LET'S KILL IT!" Someone declared.
"YEAH!!"
A ki blast was shot from Vegeta's hand, and the lamp was destroyed.
Everyone stared at where the lamp used to be for a few minutes, then someone said, "DUDE! You just killed the squirrel!!"
"HOW COULD YOU!?"
"YOU ASS!!"
"DUCK HATER!!!"
Everyone looked at the guy who shouted last. Everyone burst out into laughter once again.
Suddenly, the phone rang and everyone stopped.
"I'M HEARING BELLS!!" Someone yelled frantically.
"ME TOO!"
"ME SIX!!"
In panic, everyone ran around in circles, most of them tripping over stuff. Someone ran into the table with the phone on it, knocking it off. The receiver fell off it's hook, landing on the floor.
"Hello?" It said. Everyone gasped.
"IT CAN TALK!"
"NO WAY!!"
Goku got on his knees on the floor next to the phone and leaned forward, poking it. "Hello??" The voice said again.
"Oooo..." They all said in awe.
"GOD DAMN IT!" The voice from the receiver yelled, "IS PICCOLO THERE!?"
Everyone looked around. Even Piccolo. They all started calling randomly, "Piccolo? PICCOLO!?!"
"Wait!" Piccolo shouted, "I'm Piccolo!"
"Oohhh..." Everyone said as he picked up the phone. "What do you want from me!?"
"Finally," the voice said with a growl.
"Fish!? I don't have any fish!" Everyone laughed.
"Fish?" The voice asked, confused, "What the hell are you talking about."
Piccolo just sat there for a few moments, then replied finally, "Hi, I'm Fred."
Everyone laughed except for the guy on the phone. "Screw this, you are so high." The guy said, and a click sounded in Piccolo's ear.
"IT...IT DIED!!" Piccolo gasped.
Everyone looked at the phone mournfully. They all took a puff from their joints and shook their heads. Some said a word in memory of their dear..."friend." They tried to stick a blunt in it's "mouth," but after ten minutes of failed attempts they finally gave up.
"Guess this brotha can't have one last smoke." Said Leroy with a sad shake of his head.
They all bowed their heads in a moment of respectful silence, their hats off, eyes closed... joints still in their mouths, smoke slowly swirling upward, curling, swirling...
"So..." Said someone after a few more moments of silence, "What were we doing again?"
Everyone exchanged glances with the person next to them, then the person on their other side, and suddenly all burst out into laughter.
~*~
The phone rang in the sorority's empty living room. It kept ringing. Finally one of the girls popped their heads out of the kitchen, then, mumbling, walked over to the phone, picking it up.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Hello??"
The girls listened carefully, and could hear breathing on the other end of the line. "Who is this?"
"Uhhh..."
The girl growled, "What do you want? I'm busy!"
She heard a few snickers, then, "Doing what?"
"None of your business! What do you want!?"
"Um...is your refrigerator running?"
"My what?"
"Your toilet."
"...Is my toilet running?" She girl's eyes were reduced to slits, sweat dropping.
"Uh, I dunno...is it?"
Her eye twitched, "Ass hole." She hung up.
~*~
Inside the frat, all the guys laughed hysterically as Goku hung up the phone. "You did it all wrong!" Vegeta growled, taking a huge hit from his blunt then puffing the smoke into Goku's face, making him cough, "It wasn't toilet, it was toaster!"
"Toaster?" Goku blinked, looking puzzled.
"No it isn't! It's oven!" Someone else hollered.
"No, it's microwave!!" Another argued.
"YOU'RE ALL LIARS!" Someone else yelled, chest heaving, a mad look in their eyes, "IT'S BLOW TORCH!!"
There was silence, except for his heavy breathing.
"Fire?" Someone asked suddenly, head shooting around in different directions, "WHERE!?"
"THERE!" Someone pointed to the end of another's blunt.
"FIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Someone yelled, their voice high-pitched and dragging out the "R" sound.
Everyone blinked, shook their heads, and took a puff of their blunts. The guy who had yelled out bowed his head, as the guy next to him patted his back comfortingly, then offered him his blunt. It was out of his hand in a second.
~*~ Later...MUCH later...
They all had finally stopped getting high, and gotten sober. They all agreed to tell no one about their little "Hot house" last night, and got to work on trying to get the smell of marijuana out of...well...everything.
"Hey, sniff my shirt and see if you can smell it on me," Goku said, holding the tail of his shirt up to Vegeta. Vegeta grabbed it and sniffed his shirt. He coughed some, "Damn, sure can."
"Guess I better wash it then," Goku stated, starting to pull it off.
"Wait," someone said in a raspy voice. They slinked out of the shadows and were suddenly right next to him, "I....uh...run a dry cleaning business." The person said. Their attire consisted of a black cape and hood, their entire face and body concealed within it.
"Really?" Goku asked in pure innocence, his eyes wide and shiny.
"Yeah..." Grayish, greenish, blue eyes shifted from side to side quickly in the shadows of the hood, "Really."
Goku handed the person the shirt, grinning. "Alright! When will I get it back?"
"Uh..." The person clutched the shirt tightly, as if afraid someone might try to steal if from them, "Soon? Uh, yeah, soon..."
The eyes started shifting again. Goku either didn't notice, or noticed and was too stupid to take it into suspicion.
"Okay! See you soon then!"
"Yeah..." Yet again, the eyes got all shifty, "Soon, yeah..." They disappeared into the shadows.
~*~
"Did you get some!?" Someone asked as a hooded figure ran toward them.
"Yeah, it was easy." They held out Goku's shirt to the person who called them.
They gripped it in their strong, milk chocolate-colored hand, and lifted it to their nose, taking a deep sniff. They coughed, "T-that is some strong shit their smoking."
A white skinned hand extended from the cape, "You got the shirt, you give me the stuff."
"Are you sure you got it from the green one?"
The person blinked a few times. 'Green? Oops...' But they were desperate, so they lied, "Yeah...Positive." Their eyes did their trade mark shifty...thing.
"Good." The black hand reached into a nice, expensive looking suit pocket. It retrieved a small, tied, pouch. The greenish, grayish, blue eyes widened as they watched, hand still held out hungrily.
He dropped it into the white hand, and no sooner had it made contact when the hand was suddenly gone again, now taking refuge beneath it's cape, clutching the bag tightly. They couldn't wait to get back to the firm and smoke this.
~*~
"Kakarot, get a damn shirt on," Vegeta commanded with a grunt, floating horizontally parallel to the ceiling, attempting to scrub the smoke residue away with a brush, his free hand holding a bucket full of soapy water. He wasn't really succeeding. He was, however, successful in getting soapy water all over him.
Goku was scrubbing the wall, "Aww...but I like the breeze!" He was in fact, still shirt less.
Piccolo rolled his eyes as he again for about the tenth time tried getting the smell of weed out of the carpet by vacuuming. Everyone was working to get rid of the signs of their little party last night.
"Screw it!" Someone finally yelled, throwing down the little hand-held vacuum they had, "It isn't getting the smell out at all!"
He suddenly whipped out a bottle of FaWheeze. (HA! Not FaBreeze! Which I do not own!) He sprayed the couch, which he had been vacuuming. He then stuck his nose up to the fabric of the couch, inhaling. "Ahhh.." He sighed in relief, then looked at the invisible camera, holding the bottle up in one hand, and making a thumbs-up sign with the other. "Wheezy fresh." He grinned, his teeth sparkling as he gave a big wink.
"Shut the hell up!" Someone yelled, and the guy fell over as an empty bucket collided with his head. He laid on the floor, limbs spread, his eyes in anime swirls.
"Ugh..." Piccolo sighed, prying the bottle of FaWheeze from the unconscious guys grip, and spraying the carpet with it. He sweat dropped, looking at all the carpet in the room left. "This is going to be a long night..."
~*~
Finally they got the smell out of the house. Now, all they had to worry about was neighbors reporting large quantities of smoke floating out of the windows. Maybe they noticed. Maybe they weren't as in the clear as they thought. MAYBE...Nah...No one saw anything. Did they?
Anyways, it was in the early hours when they finished. They all slumped into their beds tiredly, closing their eyes, and easily falling into a quiet, weed-dream filled sleep.
They awoke a few hours later, realizing they had missed some of their classes. They decided to go ahead and go, even though they didn't want to. Packing their things, grumbling, they got ready for the last school day of the week. Soon...it would be over. Then another weekend.
Bags slung over their shoulders, the part of three, Piccolo, Goku, and Vegeta, trudged off to the campus, rubbing their eyes sleepily. They separated in the hallway, and soon were entering their classes.
Vegeta sat down in his seat, next to Bulma. He had this class with her.
"Where were you?" Bulma asked, brows knitted in anger, "I called this morning and no one answered, and I didn't see you before the first bell rang, either!"
"Uh...I was sleeping." Vegeta grinned slightly, as much as it was possibly for him, looking a little nervous. 'Please don't ask why I was sleeping in so late...' He begged with her in his thoughts.
"Why were you sleeping in so late?" Bulma seemed to read his mind, doing the exact opposite of what he wished.
"Stayed up kind of late." He replied, trying to look casual. 'Don't ask doing what, don't ask doing what...' He thought again and again, watching her.
"Doing what??" She crossed her arms firmly.
He almost fell over anime style, then growled and yelled, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO ASK THAT!!"
She blinked, "No you didn't." She raised a brow, watching him as he realized he had said that aloud.
"Uh..." Vegeta fumbled for words. He couldn't tell her he had gotten high...what could he say?
"Well, what were you doing up late last night?"
"Nothing." Vegeta answered.
"Nothing my ass." Bulma replied, speaking in a strangely calm voice.
"Um...well...you see..." He stalled, not meeting her eyes.
"No, I don't see." Bulma replied.
'Damn it woman, let me talk!' Vegeta growled the thought, then answered calmly, "I'm trying to make you see."
"Well hurry up."
'You're in bitchy mood today, aren't you?' He thought, mumbling to himself.
"You're in an impatient mood today, aren't you?" He asked aloud.
"Very impatient." She said, still in that freakishly calm voice, her expression still angry. "Now tell."
Vegeta sighed deeply. He couldn't stall forever. He'd have to tell her. "Well...you see...last night..."
The bell rang.
Vegeta quickly turned to the front of the classroom as the teacher entered the classroom. "Saved by the bell." He smirked to himself as Bulma turned too, reluctantly.
~*~
The last bell of the day rang, freeing the college students to the weekend. Ah, glorious weekend. The school vacation of every week, which gave every student the hope to carry on through school, just to get to that wondrous break. It was as if each weekend brought them closer and closer to summer. However, that wasn't happening as fast as some wished.
Their was a football meeting after school. As posted on the walls all around the campus, the flyer stated clearly:
All Interested In Playing Football
Report Friday in the gym, immediately following the last bell. All who are late will not be able to participate. Puntuality is expected if you are to be on the team. All students on football scholarships must attend. Thank you and have a good day,
Couch Titebutte
Piccolo was extremely hesitant and reluctant, but with enough bugging and bothering from his two saiyan comrades all morning and early afternoon, he finally allowed himself to be bullied into going. He sighed as they walked toward the gym. Football gave him bad memories.
Once in the gym, they sat on the bleachers, along with many other's who had obviously decided to come. After a few short minutes, the doors to the gym suddenly closed, making all heads turn. There, a quite muscular man stood. He removed his hands from the door, putting them behind his back, as he turned to face all the other faces looking at him, exposing his stern expression. A hard smirk sat upon his lips, a crooked nose that looked like it had been broken a few times in his life sitting right above it, the sides of his upper nose curving into hollows above his heavily hooded eyes, and below his bushy brows. His slightly wrinkled forehead was almost smooth, as his brows were not raising toward his short, army-like style hair cut, which had a few streaks of gray in the brown strands. It was so short it was hard to tell anyways.
Everyone watched him walk to the front of the bleachers, looking up at them. His smirk widened. A few of the boys smiled timidly back, trying to lighten the air somehow. But as soon as they did, his mouth dropped from the smirk into a straight line, his brows dropping with it into a scowl. The other boys wiped the smiles off their faces.
"So...you think you can play on my team?" He asked, his voice smooth as fine leather.
Some nodded in reply, but quickly stopped as the man suddenly burst into laughter, harsh, sarcastic laughs that were loud and tough as leather themselves, but it stopped just as quickly as he said sternly, his voice still loud, "You know nothing!!"
They watched in silence as he paced slightly from one end of the bleachers to the other, hands still behind his back, "To be on my team, you have to wrok, which I'm sure few of you have ever done in your lives. You're all a bunch of worthless filth not fit to wipe my feet on." His voice rose steadily, untill he was finally shouting, "You think you're tough!? Well, you're wrong! You don't know the meaning of tough." He spat direspectfully toward the bleachers.
"Um..." a boy timidly interrupted, raising his hand, "Mr. Tight butt-"
"IT'S TITEBUTTE!" The man screamed angrily, making the guy shrink in his seat, "PRONOUNCED TIGHTA-BYOOT! NOT TIGHT BUTT!!!"
A few snickered, but quickly stopped as the man's rock-hard glare landed on them. "And it's COACH Titebutte to you, if you are even lucky enough to make it past try outs." He spat again. "They start Monday, right after school. If you are late, you can forget even attempting to make the team, which you all have a slim chance of anyways. Sign the paper and get out of my gym." He pointed to a list on the end of the bottom bleacher, then disappeared into the locker room.
After the three unaturally strong young men signed, they left the gym. "I don't care what he says," Vegeta smirked as they walked, "He's still a tight ass."
The three laughed.
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Once in the living room of the frat, the three sat down heavily, dropping their bags carelessly on the floor. Though the bags were weighed down with their homework, it would be something they attended to at a later date. ( Homework is the devil. *Nods to this.* )
Piccolo sighed slightly, "I'm not looking forward to Monday."
Vegeta nodded, "Who is? That guy is a real bastard."
Goku frowned slightly, "Hey, he's not THAT bad..."
Vegeta and Piccolo looked at him, "..."
Goku rubbed the back of his head, chuckling nervously, "Okay, so he is pretty bad..."
"I have a feeling he is going to be a lot tougher then our last coach." Vegeta said, mumbling.
"I KNOW he is." Piccolo said. "But, we'll be able to handle it..."
The two nodded on agreement.
The phone rang.
Three hands darted for it, but Piccolo's was fastest. Sticking a purple tongue out at his pouting competitors, he lifted the phone to his large, pointy ear. "Hello?"
"Hello Piccolo." A deep voice said on the other end of the line.
Piccolo felt his entire body tense, "You." Somehow, even though he had never heard his voice...he knew...
"Me." The voice had a grin to it as it confirmed Piccolo's statement. "Feeling more like yourself? Yesterday you seemed to be quite...odd."
"That's probably because I was as stoned as hell," Piccolo growled. "Don't make small chat with me, I have questions."
"Do you?" The voice asked, the same girn in it's tone of voice. They clicked their tongue, "You don't ask us questions. We give you facts."
"Is she hurt?" Piccolo ignored his comment.
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
Piccolo bared his teeth, trying to keep himself from exploding at them, "Tell me, or so help me I'll-"
"You'll what? If she is okay, and this is an if, you wouldn't want me to have to hurt her by doing something rash, now would you, Mr. Damioh?"
"How did you know...my last name?" Piccolo blinked, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice. Few people knew his real last name.
"I have my ways, Mr. Damioh."
"But-" Piccolo was cut off.
"Who is making small chat now?" The voice asked reapprochfully, amusement in it's voice. It then became suddenly stern, "Look, if you want to see the bitch alive, you better not do everything we tell you to. And that is, first off, keep the cops out of it. They can't handle us anyways, and it would be like sending lambs to slaughter." Piccolo growled, fangs clenched as the voice continued, "You don't want to become the reasons of pointless deaths, now do you, Mr. Damioh?"
Piccolo was silent.
"Good...Then do exactly as I say. And don't write this down either. I'm sure you have a good memroy, don't you?"
Piccolo just growled, fist clenched, the other hand nearly crushing the reciever in his hand.
"Oh, and another thing," The voice added, amusement becoming clear in his voice once more, "Don't tell your little buddies about this either. If you do and we find out, you can say good-bye to your girlfriend." Piccolo's eyes swept over his two friends, who watched, eyes wide.
He gave a quick question to them both, telepathically, "You guys can hear every word, can't you?"
Both nodded. Piccolo knew that saiyan ears were also very keen on picking up sounds that human ears are incapible of, but not as much as Namekian ears were.
Piccolo almost smirked, "Okay. I wont."
"Good..." The voice chuckled slightly, "Very good..."
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Sorry for the huge wait guys. This chapter was for Sarah (The Dbz Dealer.) Any guesses who the caped person was? Eheheh. I bet some do. Or many only one...*Shurgs.* Anyways, hope you guys liked it. Please review. sorry again for the long wait...I'll try harder to make the next get up again faster. Oh, and hope it's not too bad of a cliffhanger for ya. Hehe ^_^
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