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Betrayal
Chapter 5
Meet the ParentsMr. Hickey stared at his class. Something was different about them. It was like there was a universal secret that on they knew. By they he meant his robots. Robots were what he called his students. They had no personalities; they were all the same. The girls wore the same makeup and wore the same jewelry. Both sexes said the same jargon and listened to the same ungodly music. The only thing unique about them was their wild names. Whatever happened to names like Susan and Polly or James or Henry. He wondered why their parents would name them these things. The girls were Rizzo, Khrystyn, Videl, Erasa, and Drea and the guys Sharpner, Taft, King, and Gohan. Gohan and Drea… Who would name their children that? Probably parents named ChiChi and Goku. He was fed up with it.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! TELL ME!"
The class just stared at him. He hardly ever shouted at them. He never said hell in front of the either. Finally, Khrystyn Jefferson raised her hand. He nodded to her and she spoke.
"What do you mean? What is going on?" She said in a barely audible voice.
"Tell me what you know. NOW!" he growled.
"Oh. That's easy. Luke, ya know the new kid, asked Drea Son out on a date. They went out two weeks ago and Drea won fifty bucks at the Pizza Shark's kareoke contest. Now Luke has to meet da parents." She answered perking up.
"You all are acting unusual because of some stupid date between Miss Son and Mr. Broccoli." He snapped.
The class nodded. He looked over to Drea who was blushing deeply. Luke on the other hand had a slight smirk on his face. Crazy kids and their crazy lives. Why couldn't they give at least half of their lives to school and not let their stupid lives interfere with it…
"That must have been embarrassing." Rika murmured as she and Drea dropped their lunch trays on the table.
"It was." Drea replied.
"So Luke is going to meet your Mom and Dad?" she asked.
"Uh-huh. You can come too. They'd enjoy it. And speaking from one twin to another, it's always fun to watch to watch the other get roasted." Drea replied smiling.
"Ohhhhh. Latin homework or watching embarrassing situations of my brother. Tough choice." Rika said with a smirk.
Just then Luke came walking over to the table. He didn't look nervous, like most guys who were going to meet their girlfriend's father that night. He looked brave, as if he was ready for anything.
"You look brave." Drea noted.
"Come on, how hard could you father be?" Luke asked.
"I…don't know. He's like a big teddy bear, but you don't want to see him mad or when somebody harms his family." Drea replied.
"Yo, Luke. Guess what? I get to come to your big dinner." Rika smiled.
"Why's she coming?" Luke asked Drea.
"Listen, Luke, it'd most likely to be toward you benefit. Dad won't get to far into you if Rika's there." Drea replied. "And, anyway, if Dad does grill you, Rika will be there to watch."
"WHAT?" Luke gaped.
"It's a twin sister thing. We love to see our brothers get fried." Drea answered matter-of-factly.
"Yeah Luke, remember when we were at Planet Satrilia and I got my but kicked by the Royal Satrilian Army? You seemed to enjoy that." Rika said.
Drea was too busy looking at her fingernails to notice the glare that Luke shot Rika. Looking up from her hands, Drea realized that she didn't hear a word Rika had said.
"I'm so sorry! What did you say?" Drea asked blushing.
"OH! When Luke and I were playing volleyball in Sydney, I got hit in the head and was knocked out. Luke got a kick out of it." Rika answered.
"Okay. So my friend is going to have a private jet come pick you guys up. I'm sorry but I live like five hours away." Drea said, still blushing.
"Private jet? Like who exactly do you know?" Rika asked.
"Bulma Briefs, owner of Capsule Corporation." Drea replied.
"WOW! She's like totally loaded!" Rika exclaimed.
"Uhhhh…You can say that." Drea sighed.
Later, with Luke and Rika…
"You almost gave us away!" Luke growled as he tied his red tie.
"I'm sorry. I just got caught up in the moment. I hope Goku does grill you. It would be enjoying to watch. An Earthling-loving Saiyan traitor grill you, Luke, son of Brolly. How amazing would that be?" Rika smirked turning to Luke.
"I'm only doing this to get on his good side. Get information on the Z Fighters so I can destroy them!" Luke snapped.
"Hmmmm…Is that the only reason? I see the way you look at that hybrid freak Drea. She is pretty, I must admit. Do you have any thoughts about her?" Rika inquired eyeing her brother.
"Idiot, I would never have feelings for a hybrid." Luke growled. "Now get into character! The jet or whatever the Earthlings call them is headed pour way. Put up the camouflage device! We don't want our secret to be given away now do we?"
Rika walked over to a control panel and pressed a few buttons. What used to look like a giant version of a Saiyan spacecraft, turned into a two-story home. Rika smirked at her brother and left the 'house'…
When they reached the Son household, Luke caught eye of Drea standing waiting for them. Her dark hair was tied into a braid and she wore a spaghetti strap red dress and red sandals. Luke and Rika stepped out of the jet and Drea ran over to greet them.
"HEY!" Rika called.
"Come on in!" Drea welcomed.
Luke and Rika followed Drea into her home. The rest of the family was already sitting at the table. Drea introduced them to the family and sat down.
"Nice to have you two here." ChiChi smiled.
"Thank you Mrs. Son, the food smells wonderful." Luke said politely.
"Mom's a wonderful cook. I can't wait until you try it." Drea said handing Luke the plate of corn.
"Hey, Rika, saw you in gym yesterday. You have a pretty good spike; maybe you should try out for the girl's volleyball team. They really need you." Gohan said.
"Rika, didn't you say you and Luke played volleyball in Australia?" Drea inquired.
"Ummm…Uh…. Yeah." Rika said. "Luke was more into volleyball though."
"You played volleyball?" Goku asked.
"Yes sir." Luke said. "In was MVP."
"So you say you're a jock?" Goku asked.
"Well, since I'm dating the hottest girl in school, I'll say I am a jock." Luke replied with a smirk.
All color in Drea's face vanished. She knew had crossed the line. She looked over at Gohan who had a sympathy look on her face. Rika, though, seemed like she was going to enjoy what was coming Luke's way.
"So, how hot do you think my daughter is?" Goku asked.
"Hotter than the sun." Luke answered matter-of-factly.
"So have any thoughts about starting a sexual relationship with Drea?"
"DAD!"
Drea was glaring at her father. How could he say that? It was so embarrassing! Rika's was red and her eyes were shut as if she was trying in hold in her laughter. Gohan looked like Rika. How could they laugh? It wasn't funny?
"Luke, what's your parents like?" ChiChi asked glaring at Goku.
"Father travels a lot. He's never around." Luke said.
"We stay at home with Mother. Her name is Letuce. Pronounced Laytuce. It's French." Rika said.
"That's nice." ChiChi smiled.
"I heard the French have horrible tempers." Goku said.
"No, Dad, that's the Irish." Gohan corrected.
"What Gohan said. Anyway, the French are mainly known for romance." Drea said.
"And cheese!" Goten added. "Isn't there French cheese?"
"Uh-huh." Rika nodded.
"I thought they were known as back stabbers." Goku murmured under his breath.
"Dad!" Drea whispered.
The rest of the night went on…well…hard to explain. An utter disaster? Not really. Perfection? Far from it. To relate, it's like asking a person from work when is her baby due and in reality, she's just fat. That was kind of like the dinner. When Luke and Rika left, quite surprised because Goku was supposed to be naïve and kind, Drea turned around eyes on fire.
"DAD! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!" Drea yelled angrily.
"I just wanted to know about him." Goku replied.
"HIS NAME IS LUKE! HOW COULD YOU ASK HIM IF HE WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH ME?" Drea asked, anger rising.
"I wanted to make sure he was interested in you for your personality and not your looks." Goku replied.
"Dad! Guys don't ask girls out for their personalities! Sure that may play a part, but guys ask girls out for their looks." Drea replied.
"I don't like him." Goku replied. "Rika is fine but not Luke."
"WHAT? IT ISN'T LIKE HIS LAST NAME IS FOCKER! IT ISN'T LIKE HE DESTROYED YOU DEAD MOTHER'S URN ON THE MANTLE! IT ISN'T LIKE HE CAUGHT THE BACK YARD ON FIRE! HE IS A NICE GUY! HE IS A CARING GUY!" Drea shouted.
"HAVE YOU TOLD HIM YOU'RE A HALF SAIYAN? YOU THINK HE'LL BE NICE AND CARING THEN? THINK ABOUT IT!" Goku shouted.
Drea glared at her father, tears in her eyes. How could he say that about Luke? Luke would stick by her. He wouldn't leave her out in the cold. She knew Luke. Luke wasn't like that. Sometimes, she just hated her father. Drea turned away from her father and ran to her room and locked the door. Nobody understood her. Only Luke and Rika did.
Well, who's right and who's wrong? Luke and Rika are Sayians?!? What's going to happen with Luke and Drea's relationship? Stay tuned for the next chapter of 'Betrayal'!