Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or Care Bears. Also, I do not mean to offend anyone by the racial language used in this story. I simply am trying to realistically reinact an important part of South African history, however unfair it might be.
Titans Tower, 1974
"Hello, friend Robin!" It was five-thirty in the morning, and Robin and Starfire were the only two Titans up and about. Today was the day in which the Teen Titans would go to South Africa. Beast Boy had suggested it. After all, the Titans deserved a break.
"Here is your ticket, Starfire."
"Oh, thank you very much, Robin!" Starfire giggled. For five-thirty in the morning, she was pretty cheerful.
Soon, Beast Boy entered the living room. "Hi guys." Beast Boy was definitely not a morning person. He was tired, mumbling, and ready to get on the nine o'clock plane, where sleep beckoned.
"Beast Boy! Get some clothes on, and get out of those... whatever pajamas they are." Robin was not going to have one of his teammates wear Care Bear pajamas on an airplane.
Soon, Raven was awake and came to the living room, dressed in her normal daily attire. "Hi, Robin, Starfire." Raven droned on, as she was sleepy, too. She had woken up at three-thirty to meditate on the roof.
Finally, Cyborg came to the room where the Titans had gathered. "Okay, let's go. I want to get to the plane where I can sleep as soon as possible."
"Okay, Titans. Now that we are all here, let's go. Remember that we are going to a different country!"
"Do they have tofu in South Africa?"
"I'm sure they do Beast Boy."
"Please pass through the metal detector while we scan your luggage. If you have something that is not allowed on the plane or is illegal, stolen, et cetera, we will have to escort you to a different part of the airport and possibly call the police. Is that clear?" The woman standing at the security checkpoint was obviously not in a good mood, as her monotone voice droned on through the string of repeated sentences.
"All that's in the bag is a few changes of clothes, some video games, and fifty-three bags of tofu." The airport employees looked shocked as they announced the last item.
"Thanks." Then Beast Boy brushed by them to enter the airplane. The metal detector started to beep constantly.
"Wait here, sucker."
"What!"
"Aha! A spoon. Do you know what a spoon can do to an airplane? I'm going to have to keep it!"
"But... but... My great-great-great-aunt Tracy passed that spoon down generations! How am I supposed to live without it?" As usual, Beast Boy was just trying to have a good time. So, he lied about the spoon being an heirloom. Once he had heard Robin talk about no metal objects being allowed on the plane, he had purposely hidden a spoon in his pocket. "Wait here, sucker," he mumbled.
Now, finally, the Titans were on the plane. As the free peanuts were passed out, Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven decided to take a snooze.
"Oh, good Robin, just look through this window! Does it not have a wonderful view! I believe I shall take a picture!"
As Robin leaned over her to look out the window, the airplane came in contact with some turbulence. Robin was immediately thrusted into Starfire's lap as the plane went into its jerking motions.
"Um... um... sorry, Star." Robin immediately gained composure with a blushing face.
"Beast Boy, will you quit it! I am trying to read!"
"Gollee, Rae, I am just trying to look out the window."
"Well, why couldn't you turn into a hawk or something and just fly to South Africa?"
"I told you! I am scared of heights!"
"Well, I guess just one look out the window wouldn't hurt." Raven grinned mischievously.
"Whoa!" Beast Boy began to look nauseous. "Can I get a barf bag?" The plane was soon filled with a nauseating stench.
"We are now approaching Johannesburg, South Africa. I hope that you had a great day and thank you for choosing Jump City International."
"There it is... South Africa."
"Oh, Robin, we shall have a marvelous time!"
Soon, an obese policeman came to the exit of the airplane. He grinned at Raven and began to speak into his radio. Raven did not pay him much attention.
"Titans, we must go shopping!" Starfire bounded out of the airport and into the streets of Johannesburg - the city of gold. This was a day that would be remembered - July 15, 1974 - by all of the Titans.
Soon, a group of policemen strutted to Raven and the Titans. They were all white, wore shiny, black boots, and asked Raven a common question:
"Where's your pass, kaffir?"
"What did you call me?" Raven began to stare at the policeman with a look of pure amazement. "My name is Raven, I'm from Jump City, and I will whip you hide black and blue if you ever use such a term in front of me again. Now, what were you saying?"
"Excuse me? Gentlemen, do I hear this from a low-lying, scum breathing kaffir?" The policeman began scribbling on his notepad. "Now, where's your pass, kaffir? Oh, excuse me, did I offend you?" The policeman pulled out his handcuffs.
"Oh, no you don't!" With a massive sweep of black energy, Raven picked up a cement block from the sidewalk and slammed it into the policeman's forehead.
Soon, a black man hurried up to Raven. "Don't you know anything about this country? You have to carry a pass, talk to whites with respect. They think we're they're slaves."
"Why would I act like that?"
"Apartheid."
Soon, a mass of cars came swarming to the Titans, with lights flashing. Raven knew she could not take on this many. She hung her head in anger. Now, the Titans were in trouble, and it was all her fault.
