By: Drama_Princess87
DISCLAIMER: I must extend my deepest sympathies to all of those who thought I owned DBZ. You are enormous morons. (Translation: I don't own DBZ! Suckers! :p) And I don't own the little tribute inside to Austin Powers and Mike Myers. *kow tows* I'm not worthy! ^.~
AUTHOR NOTE: Yay-ers!!!! YOU LOVE ME!!! ^_^ Thanks to all that reviewed, you guys rock!!!! Sorry about the horrific long wait. My computer is extremely evil and deleted the first draft of this chappie. . I had to re-type the whole thing! And, I see I've almost gotten 130 reviews!!! YAY!!! I love you guys!! I can't WAIT till I get 150! ^.^ Now, here is the long awaited chappie of "TWSoVaG"!!! ^.^
'Denotes thought'
~Denotes bond-speak~
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Chapter Fourteen: 101 Reasons NOT To Bring Chibis to the Fair
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As the cleaning was finished, Bulma and Chichi appeared in the doorway, surveying the job.
"Well done guys. You can go."
The two chibis jumped up in joy, rushing over to hug their mothers. As the let go, the others entered the room.
"Hey guys. Ready to go?" Chichi asked, as she surveyed the supplies she had brought.
"Yes." A chorus of voices answered her. Taking a quick head count, Bulma nodded her head towards Chichi.
"Okay, let's go." Rushing out the door, everyone ran towards the large Capsule Corp. air vehicle. Except for one.
"Woman, why the hell are we riding in that when most of us can fly?"
"Because Vegeta, people will get suspicious if they see a bunch of people flying in. And it's easier."
"I don't care Woman! I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans! You're puny human race can't stand up to me!" But his rantings were cut short.
*CLANG! *
"Dammit Woman!"
*BANG *
"Fine! I'll go."
With no other interruptions, they took off flying towards the Satan City Fair. Until…
"Hey Mom! Why does Dad get to fly?" There was a brief pause. Then…
"VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!"
*~* THIRTY MINUTES AND ONE BRUISED HEAD LATER *~*
"Okay, everyone, I want you to meet back here in two hours. Do you understand? Two hours!" Chichi said, her eyes lingering on the two little boys. They both looked at her quietly, the mischief hidden beneath fake fear.
"Yes Mom." "Yes Chichi." "Yes Harpy." "Yes Goten's Mom."
"Good. Now, go have fun." And as everyone scattered, she looked at Bulma tiredly. "How long do you think we have until someone blows something up?
Bulma chuckled lightly. "Not long."
Chichi groaned, putting her hand up to her head.
~*~
"So Goten, what do you want to do now?" Little Trunks asked, his eyes scanning the horizon for something fun.
"I don't know Trunks. How bout you?" Goten asked, his eyes looking for food.
"I think I have an idea Goten." Trunks eyes gleamed with mischief as they landed on the goldfish booth. "Come on."
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"Hey Vegeta, why don't we go play at the Midway?" Goku asked, his Son Grin® lighting up his face.
"How about you stick it up your ass Kakarrot?"
"What's the matter Vegeta? Afraid you'll lose?"
Vegeta's eyes hardened into slits. "You're on."
~*~
"Hey Videl, why don't we go on the roller coaster? It could be fun." Trunks said, his hand sliding into the pocket of his shorts.
"Sounds good to me. How about you Gohan?" Videl answered, turning towards Gohan with an expectant look in her eye.
"Hmm… what? Oh the roller coaster. Sure, sounds okay."
"Okay! Let's go then!" Grabbing their hands, Videl pulled them along, pushing her way through the crowds of people.
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"Okay Trunks. What's your idea?" Goten asked, his little voice whispering as they ducked down behind the goldfish booth.
"Well, you see all those little gold fishies?" Little Trunks said, his eyes gleaming with mischeif.
"Yeah, so?"
Little Trunks bent over and began whispering in Goten's ear. Soon Goten's eyes were wide.
"Really?!"
"Oh yeah. Come on!" With that, the two demi-Saiyans ran under the tent into the back of the booth.
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"So how do you work this blasted thing?" Vegeta asked, his dark eyes scanning the machine angrily.
"You take the little ball, and you roll it up the slide. You try to get it in the highest hole possible." Goku replied, talking gently, like Vegeta was a child.
"That's all?" Vegeta scoffed, his voice turning disdainful. Grabbing one of the little wooden balls, he threw it up the slide. And right through the ceiling.
As wood rained down on them, Goku looked at Vegeta. "Not that hard."
"I knew that." Vegeta said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the Skee-ball game. Picking up another ball, he threw it again, this time more gently.
*CRASH!!! *
"I said not that hard."
"Shut up Kakarrot!!"
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"How does this thing work?" Gohan asked, surveying the roller coaster.
Videl looked up at curiously. "You've never been on a roller coaster?"
"No." Came the resounding answer from both of the boys.
Rolling her eyes, Videl took them by the hand and pulled them up to the cart. "You sit in the seat and buckle up." Sitting down, she fastened her seatbelt. "Like this."
"Oh." Gohan replied. *This should be easy enough.* Sitting down next to Videl, he fastened the safety belt. Climbing in next to him, Trunks did the same.
"All right then. Here we goooooo!!!" Videl yelled as the roller coaster started up.
~*~
"So, what do we do now Trunks?" Goten whispered, crouching down next to his friend.
"We wait." Little Trunks replied, his little eyes surveying the scene before him.
They didn't have to wait long.
"So Jonathan, where are the delightful little goldfishes that we're giving to the adorable little children?" A tall man said, walking under the tent.
"Um, Mr. Myers, we had a slight problem." The boy, Jonathan, replied, his eyes watching his boss nervously.
Mr. Myers turned to look at Jonathan, his eyes narrowing. "What kind of problem Jonathan?"
"Well, the goldfishes never arrived."
"What do you MEAN they never arrived?!"
"That's exactly what I mean sir. We had to get something else."
Mr. Myers walked closer to Jonathan, and looked him straight in the eye. "What did you have to get?"
Jonathan walked over to one of the jars and held it up. Goten and Trunks struggled to contain their laughter. "Sea bass sir."
"SEA BASS?!"
"Yes. But they're disgruntled sea bass."
"I DON'T CARE!! I DON'T WANT SEA BASS, EVEN IF THEY'RE DISGRUNTLED. I WANT FRICKIN' GOLDFISHES FOR THE LITTLE CHILDREN!!!" Mr. Myers yelled. Turning, he tried to stalk out the door. But he didn't see the stray sea bass lying on the ground. Slipping, he fell into the large vat of disgruntled sea bass.
"UGH! I swear this day can't get any…. Hey, get away from me you sea bass! Ow! GET BACK!!! AHHHH!!!!"
Shaking with laughter, Trunks and Goten let go and laughed until their sides hurt. Then, Jonathan spotted them.
"You two! Stop right there!"
Halting, Goten looked at Little Trunks with wide eyes.
"We're in BIG trouble."
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"Now Vegeta," Goku began, looking at the angry Saiyan. "You've got to throw as gently as possible. I think they'll kick us out if we put another hole in the ceiling."
Sunlight filtered through the array of many holes in the midway ceiling.
"Shut UP Kakarrot, I think I can throw a damn ball!" Gathering his concentration, Vegeta stared at the evil Skee-ball game. Winding back, he threw as gently as possible. The ball rolled up the slope, and dropped into the 10-point hole.
"Nice job Vegeta! It only took you 15 tries!" Goku cheered, smiling widely. He then walked up to the game himself. Grabbing a ball, he softly threw the ball up the ramp. It dropped into the 50-point hole. "I win!"
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
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"Ugh, god the food here is awful!" Chichi spat out, her face screwed up in disgust.
"Don't I know it." Bulma replied, throwing the rest of her hot dog into the trashcan. "What I wouldn't give for some of my own cooking."
"Bulma, the food here isn't THAT bad." Chichi said slyly towards her best friend.
"Ha ha Chichi. Not all of us can be so gifted in the kitchen… but at least I didn't have to rope my husband into marrying me."
"I did NOT have to rope Goku into marrying me!"
"Chichi, the man thought marriage was FOOD."
"At least my husband shows an emotion or too!"
"Vegeta does show emotions… in the bedroom." Bulma answered, winking.
And soon, the other people at the fair were wondering why the two women were laughing hysterically.
~*~
As the roller coaster rolled up to the end gate, Videl lowered her arms and smiled widely. "Man, I haven't had that much fun in a while!"
All that answered her were groans. Confused, she looked to her right and tried to suppress her laughter.
Gohan and Trunks were clutching the wide safety rail in front of them. Their eyes were wide open, and they were breathing slowly. Idly, Trunks pulled his arms from the rail and wrapped them around his stomach.
"Um, are you guys… okay?" Videl bit out, trying to subdue the overwhelming laughter that was bubbling up.
"I think I'm going to be sick…" Gohan breathed out, his face turning a pale green.
Videl surveyed the two, with her eyebrow raised. "You two fly, correct?"
They both nodded, trying to restrain the relentless feeling of nausea.
"And flying usually consists of dips, turns, and loop-de-loops, right?"
They nodded again.
"And you get sick from a little kid's roller coaster?" At that, Videl lost all control and began to laugh hysterically.
"Videl, I…" But that was all Gohan managed to get out before he ducked his head beside the cart and threw-up. And ten seconds later, Trunks joined him.
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"Goten, run!" Little Trunks yelled over his shoulder as he dodged between the booths and rides at the fair.
"I'm trying Trunks…. This isn't easy!!" Goten replied as he jumped over a park bench with a very startled couple on top of it.
"Goten, just… OOF!" Little Trunks bellowed as he ran into something… or someone. Looking up, he saw a very tall, very BIG someone. "Oops."
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"Vegeta, why don't we go find our wives. Just because I've beaten you in every game doesn't mean you have to go insane."
"I'll beat your sad ass soon enough Kakarrot! Now, get over here and play the damn game where you shoot the water in the clown's nose."
Goku sighed and went over to join Vegeta.
Two minutes later, a bell sounded.
"We have a winner! Congratulations to the man with the orange jumpsuit!"
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!"
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Videl gingerly helped Gohan and Trunks sit down. They were a sickly pale shade of green, and they smelled REALLY bad.
"I'm really sorry we threw up on your stuffed animal Videl." Trunks said, lying down on one of the benches.
"Yeah, and I'm sorry we threw up on your hat, and shoes, and jacket…" Gohan said, dropping onto the ground.
"It… okay." Videl replied, trying to stay a far enough distance so she wouldn't be in the line of fire.
"We really are sorry Videl, it just kinda happened and…" That was all Trunks managed to get out before he threw up again.
"UGH! God guys, can't you aim somewhere other than ME?!"
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"So, you two are the ones that tampered with the goldfish." The security chief said, eyeing up the suspects. The two young boys in front of him looked innocent enough, but there was a gleam in the tallest boy's eyes.
"Yes sir." Goten answered, his eyes pointed towards the floor.
"Why did you do it?" The security chief asked, his mouth curling upwards even though he tried to control it. Mr. Myers was a pain in the ass, and he wasn't so full of himself after the sea bass had gotten done with him.
"Because it was fun sir." Little Trunks replied, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, it was fun was it?" The chief said, his eyes narrowing at the young boy. Seeing the look of mocking on his face, the chief stood up straight. "Well, we'll just have to do the worst we can do to you."
"What are you going to do… torture us?" Trunks asked sarcastically, peering up at the chief. Goten looked at Little Trunks in astonishment.
"No. We're calling your parents."
The boys looked at each other in total fear. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Bulma and Chichi strolled the fairgrounds, looking at the crowds of happy families.
Bulma sighed wistfully. "Sometimes, I wish I could have a normal family." Chichi looked up at her. "You know, kids and a husband that weren't from another planet that didn't fly and save the world. But when I see Trunks or look at Vegeta when he's in one of his rare loving moods, I wouldn't trade it for the world."
Chichi smiled and laid her arm across her friend's shoulders. "I know how you feel."
Suddenly, the PA system of the park boomed. "Would Bulma Briefs and Chichi Son please report to the Security Tent."
Bulma looked at Chichi. "Twenty bucks that's Trunks and Goten."
"You're on."
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"Kakarrot, even I can beat your ass at this!" Vegeta crowed, standing next to a game.
Goku walked up to him, and looked at the game. Sighing, he looked at Vegeta. "We're going to play pinball."
"Yes, pinball. Even a pansy like you can play this." Vegeta said, his eyes taunting Goku.
Groaning, Goku stood by a table. "Fine Vegeta. One more game, winner takes all."
"I agree."
Soon, the sound of metal hitting metal, bleeps, whistles, and bells filled the silence as the most intense game of pinball ever was played.
"I won."
"WHAT?! OH GOD DAMMIT!" Standing up, Vegeta glowered at Goku and threw a ki-blast towards the pinball machine. It exploded, sending little pieces of wood and plastic everywhere.
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"I'm so sorry Videl… I didn't mean to throw up on your white shirt." Trunks moaned as Videl half-walked, half-carried him towards the Capsule Corp. air vehicle.
"It's no problem Trunks… I'm sure vomit will come out of a white shirt like that." Videl said, gritting her teeth. Picking him up, she managed to gently set him in one of the chairs. "There you go. I'm gonna go get Gohan." As she turned, she paused when she felt a hand on her cheek.
"Thanks for everything Videl. Even though I kinda messed everything up." Trunks half-said, half-whispered. Looking up at him, she smiled and patted his hand.
"You're welcome Trunks. Now, lay back and relax." Getting up, Videl walked back towards Gohan's bench. Trunks's eyes followed her as she made her way through the park, before he laid back in the chair and closed them.
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"THEY DID WHAT?!"
"I'm afraid they did Mrs. Briefs, Mrs. Son. Though Mr. Myers will recover, he is still in a great amount of pain. And the children were very disappointed at not getting any goldfish." The chief of security explained, sitting down behind his desk.
Goten and Little Trunks shrank down into their seats at the looks their mothers gave them. "We are in so much trouble."
As the women walked out of the office with their children, they glared down at them. "WE TOLD YOU TWO TO BEHAVE!!" Chichi screeched, yanking Goten along as they walked towards another part of the fair.
"But Mom…"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR BUTS!" Bulma yelled, pulling Trunks with her. "I think your father should hear about this!" Grumbling, Bulma reached into her pocket and pulled out twenty bucks. Throwing it towards Chichi, Bulma glared at her son.
Before the young Saiyans could respond, the PA system blared to life again. "Would Bulma Briefs and Chichi Son please report to the midway games tent? Your husbands are here."
Looking at Chichi, Bulma groaned and marched off. Following, Chichi slowly took out her frying pan and smiled at its shiny surface.
"Let's go boys. We need to have a 'little' talk with your fathers." Chichi said, pulling Goten along after Bulma.
~ Vegeta, you are so dead. ~ Bulma thought, grinning maliciously.
A few yards away, Vegeta gulped. ~ Damn. ~
~*~
Hooking her arm around Gohan's chest and using the other to balance him, Videl turned from the bench and began slowly plodding back towards the Capsule Corp. air vehicle. Even though Videl's strength had increased immensely, it was still tiring for her to carry the Saiyans, due to their sickness.
"Videl… I'm really sorry."
Turning, Videl just barely caught the words that came out of his mouth. His tired sick voice seemed to have no weight to it.
"Oh, it's okay Gohan, really. I mean, it's not like I'll ever need to wear my favorite shoes again." Videl replied, sighing inwardly at the thought of her puke-covered shoes. Getting a better grip around Gohan, she expertly dodged a mother dragging her kid. But her shorts didn't miss as well.
"Ooops! Mommy, I dwopped my ice cweam cone on that lady's shorts!"
Grinding her teeth, Videl tried to stay calm. But soon, the rage overcame her.
"ARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Videl screamed, dropping Gohan onto the ground. He winced, not from the fall, but from the high pitch and volume of the scream.
Yards away, Trunks clasped his hands over his tender ears. Even farther away, the two demi-Saiyans yelped and covered their ears. Bulma and Chichi looked knowingly at each other.
"She finally cracked. Poor girl." Bulma murmured, pulling on Little Trunks's arm.
"Yeah, but that feisty-ness will get me grandchildren!" Chichi squealed, hugging Goten to her side with hearts in her eyes.
"Mom… can't… breathe…"
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"THAT'S IT! YOUR FAMILIES ARE BANNED FROM THIS FAIR FOREVER!!! I'VE HAD IT! I MEAN, THE LITTLE HOOLIGANS STOLE ALL THE GOLDFISH AND MANAGED TO CAUSE A MASSACRE BY SEA BASS, THE ADULTS MANAGED TO COMPLETELY BLOW UP THE MIDWAY GAMES, AND THE TEENAGERS THREW UP OVER A TWO-MILE RADIUS! THAT'S IT!!!!" Catching his breath, the manager of the fair sank into his chair and cradled his aching head.
Grabbing their sons and husbands, Chichi and Bulma hustled out of the room as fast as they could. Watching them leave, the manager grabbed a glass of water and swallowed two aspirin.
"GREAT! We come for a fun day at the fair, and you four succeeded in destroying it!" Chichi screamed, dragging an apologetic husband and a fearful son behind her.
Snickering at Goku's predicament, Vegeta only had a few seconds of peace before his own punishment came. Seeing Vegeta's smirking face, Bulma's eyes narrowed as she took out her frying pan and aimed carefully.
*CLANG!!!*
"OW!!"
"That's for misbehaving!"
*CLANG!!*
"Dammit!"
"That's for teaching your son your own bad manners!"
*CLANG!!!! *
"What the hell!!!!"
"That's for dragging Goten and Goku into it!!"
As they reached the Capsule Corp. air vehicle, Bulma tossed Chichi the keys and sat in the first row of seats behind the driver. Chichi started up the engine and Goku sat down in the passenger seat. In the very back was the three teenagers, two smelly and nauseous, and one just smelly and pissed off. Behind Bulma, Goten and Little Trunks sat down and eyed their mothers warily. After an evil look from Bulma, Vegeta climbed in and sat next to her. Pulling shut the door, he sat back and smirked once more. Spying that, Bulma wound up for one last strike.
*CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-BOOOM!!!!!*
"WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN!!!!!!!!"
"And that's for making me owe Chichi twenty bucks!"
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