Hello everyone! I promised some more comedy, so here ya go! Hope ya'll enjoy the new chapter. R&R!
Last time in "A Weekend Out":
"Vegeta, look at me!"
He abruptly spun around, only to come face to face with her big, blue eyes. His eyes met theirs as chemistry was sent between them. His eyes were dark, so dark, as if made of black stone. But she knew there was more. He just got lost in hers, nothing more to say about that! She let her grip go some as she straightened her back and leaned backwards to get a better view of his face. How come she never saw this much emotional ditress in him before was beyond her. Then a voice was heard that brought them both back to Earth, one that would help lead them out of this mess of a forest. One that could--
"Guys?"
The others had found them!
Taken aback and shocked beyond belief, the two looked to their left to find their best friends standing there, watching this confrontation occur. Noticing she still had her arms around Vegeta, Bulma quickly removed them and gave a big, sheepish, and embarrassed grin, a deep blush staining her cheeks.
"Hey... guys! How long have you been standing there?" Bulma questioned thorugh her plastered grin.
"I think the question that should be asked is why were your arms just around Vegeta's neck, B," Chichi commented, smirking a little.
"Uh..." What was she to say?
"Listen, that's not improtant right now. Why did you four leave us when she tripped? Didn't you care to see if we were still behind you?" Vegeta questioned, glaring at all four of them.
"Well, you see, we only realized you two had fallen behind when he hadn't heard you two arguing for some time. Eh heh," Krillin replied nervously.
"You've got to be kidding me..." Veggie-head mumbled to himself.
"Did you have any luck finding other people or some road exits?"
"Well... we found you guys!" Goku exclaimed cheerfully. "We could hear you two from a mile aw--"
"No, honey, no luck," ChiChi replied gloomly. Bulma started walking towards the others as she realized Vegeta didn't budge.
"Come on, Vegeta! Let's get out of these woods!" Grunting, the guy behind her rose and followed her, along with the others, around the woods until they reached pavement again.
"Oh, thank Kami!" 18 cried as she fell to her knees and began kissing the pavement.
"Uh...ok...18?" Krillin was starting to wonder if 18 was happier to see the road rather than her best friend!
"Huh?" Realizing what she was still doing, she got up to her feet in a hurry. "Right.. sorry!"
"Well, does anyone see any markers?" Bulma asked. Then she and Goku spotted a sign that said "Mount Fuji. 10 miles. Exit 17A."
"Alright! Let's get on the road!"
Yet again, they began strolling down the highway, lugging their baggage upon their backs and waterbottles in hand.
(30 minutes later...)
The sun was really hot now...
"Phew! The sun is blazing! How much longer?"
"We appear to be about 9 miles away now."
"Man!"
"Quit your whining, woman."
"Shut it, Vegeta!"
The continued walking, looking for any roadside gas stations. They had no luck until about 1 hour later, when they spotted a yellow and blue gasoline station sign in the distance.
(ding dong) The door chimed as they all walked in. A hill-billy stood behind the cash register, watching the TV that hung above, broadcasting the local, national, and international news. Meanwhile, the girls ran over to the deodorant section, then to the food aisle. The three males decided to visit the nice, icy, drink section. After rigning up everything, Krillin spotted a pay phone near the entrance/exit outside of the store.
"Alright! Guys, look! A phone! Can you believ--"
"Move it shorty! I got the quarters!" Chichi screached as she bumped the little bald one out of the way and ran to the phone. They all circle around her as she placed in 50 cents. Dialing the number for the local towing service (according to the dangling phone book on a chain), the brunette waited and listened to about 4 rings before someone picked up.
"Hello! Thank you for calling Yoshi and Brothers' Towing service. If you would like to make a donation to our company, please press ichi. If you would like to report an accident, please press ni. Otherwise, please stay on the line to speak with one of our rep--"
(Beep!)
After a few more rings, a man with a grungy voice answered the phone.
"Thank you for calling Yoshi and Brothers' Towing service. How can I help you?"
"Konnichiwa! Mau ChiChi desu. I'd like to report that my party's two vehicles have been stranded on the side of the road, about 15 miles SSW of Mount Fuji on route--"
"Ma'am, your vehicles have alreayd been reported and towed. Would you like to pick them up?"
"Well, we'd love to have them repaired and fixed up before we picked them up! Has that been taken care of?" ChiChi asked.
"Ma'am, we just tow the things. We don't fix them. Would you like us to call the local repair shop and you can pick 'em up there?"
"That'd be wonderful."
"Ok, we're going to call Piccolo's Repair Shop and Services. You can pick your vehicles up in two days. Does that suit your fancy, ma'am?" The man on the other end of the line questioned mockingly.
"Yes, it does. Thank you," Chi growled as she hung up the phone. Looking around at her anxious friends, she informed them of what was going to happen. Finally knowing their future wasn't too dull, they all walked over to a near-by diner and waied till they were seated.
"Man... you said they were going to have the trucks ready in a coupel of days, right ChiChi?" Krillin asked.
"Yeah..."
"So where are we going to stay until then? I saw a couple of hotels on the other side of the street."
Everyone glanced around at each other, getting into a discussion about how they should go about things. Finally coming to a decision and accepting the suggestion, they ordered their food, drinks, ate, and headed on over to the hotelsover yonder.
Walking into the first hotel, Bonsai Inn, Bulma walked over to the receptionist area and asked about the vacancy. With no such luck as to even a small bed room, she walked back over to the other 5 and motioned them to leave. Hopefully, the other hotel would be somewhat vacant. As they crossed the parking lot, they gaped at the fountains, statues and pathways which surrounded and decorated the exterior of the hotel.
"Hmm.. pretty fancy."
"This should do! I have the money, so we should have no problem. There don't seem to be many cars here," Bulma exclaimed optimistically. The six of them mosied on in and Bulma made her way up to yet, another receptionist desk.
"Are there rooms available for up to six people?" Bulma asked the uptight-appearing receptionist.
"May I ask why you would need such a room in this fine hotel in the first place?"
"Uh... to sleep in for a couple of day?" Bulma was already growing aggitated with this snobby old woman.she didn't make a very nice impression.
"Ma'am, we only give rooms to those of us who truely can afford to even step foot into a hotel such as this magnificant one."
Bulma stared at the middle-aged, over-make-uped, plaster-haired lady with a look of utter surprise and anger. Suddenly, before she could snap back, a younger receptionist farther down the counter called to Bulma, asking if she could be of any service. Glaring at the old lady, Bulma walked over to the younger one.
"Hello! My name is Lunch. How can I be of service to you?" the blue-haired doll asked sweetly.
Bulma smiled and explained her and the others' situation.
"Ah, I see! Yes, we do have a few open rooms! How many would suit your fancy?"
"Two rooms, one with two double beds and a couch, and the other with two king-sized beds would be wonderful!" Bulma really liked this chick; she was so much kinder than the other one.
"Is that all?" Bulma nodded, glancing back to the others, who waited patiently for her, with a big grin on her face. The friends straightened themselves in their chairs/sofas, as they waited for Bulma to return. "Alright then! The total for two days and two rooms comes to 24,000 yen."
"I hope you take Tokyo Express!" Bulma smiled as she watched Launch giggle and print out the receipt. "Sign here and here... Thank you! Here are your room keys! Check out time is 11 a.m. in two days. Enjoy your stay!"
"Domo argiatou!" Bulma exclaimed. Things were definetly turning around for the better. She rushed back to the others, who all then followed her up to their rooms.
Lunch caught a whift of the dirt from Bulma's shirt as she watched the girl trot away. The dust danced around her face as she began to sniffle, cough, and then:
"Achoo!"
Uh oh! Lunch was Lunch no more! It was...dun dun dun... Kushami!
The hostile blonde glanced over to Evy, the mean old witch from earlier, and sneered at her. She didn't like Evy at all. Why, Evy had once flirted with one of her (Kushami's) exes: Tien! Evy looked up from her paperwork and computer with a hesistant manner, feeling eyes peering into her skull. Looking over at Kushami, sweatdrops formed as her pupils got smaller.
"Kuso-chikusoo..." the older woman cursed to herself.
(Back to the group of buddies...)
"Walking into a large room with two double beds and a large couch, the guys smirked as they entered their room. Flipping on a light switch, Vegeta saw that this was a very, VERY nice hotel room. Not quite a suite... but getting there. The cool air-condition was comforting and refreshing as the boys threw down their bags and claimed where they were to sleep-- Krillin left with the couch. Meanwhile, in the room next door, the girls were getting a feel for their own little area of relaxation. There was a small refridgerator, large bathroom, TV with digital cable as well as a VCR/DVD player, and a soft sofa against the windows. Don't worry, the boys all had his as well, including room service for both parties. The guys and girls each took turns taking showers and getting changed to go out to dinner in a hour.
(Girl's room...)
Flipping on the television, 18 channel-surfed until she approached one of Japan's at-home shopping networks. Once she was in the shower, ChiChi dominated the TV and watched "The Food Network." Last but not least, Bulma got a chance to watch TV while getting dressed, since she was the first in the shower, and flipped to the local technology channel. The girls were all prepping themselves nicely as there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be?" Bulma questionedto the others, as she approached the door (FYI: they're all dressed now.)
Opening it, she was overwhelmed with shock as she spotted who was at the door, waiting for her. The other two glanced over and gasped, spotting the figure behind Bulma.
"Yamucha?"
(Guy's room...)
Just as well, the men were preparing for dinner, as they also decided to watch some TV. Goku had control of the remote this time.
"ESPN?"
"Turn it!" Krillin and Vegeta yelled in unison.
(flips channel)
"Tech TV?"
"NO!"
(flips channel again)
"International Boxing Channel?"
"Hai!" the other two exclaimed as they pounced into their claimed areas, preparing to watch the show.
Yet, something was out of place. Vegeta could feel this energy coming from somewhere, but where and what it was, he couldn't tell. It didn't feel right. Shifting his eyes to the door, he thought he might as well check on the females. Getting up and placing hs feet on the floor, Vegeta started walking to the door.
"Uh, Vegeta? Where ya going buddy?" Goku questioned. Vegeta never missed boxing, so this sturck an anxious nerve in Goku. He decided to get up and follow him, knowing something was wrong. Krillin administered this thought too, and figured he better follow too... just in case, ya know? Without a care that the other two were following him, Vegeta focused his acute hearing skills and listened. 'Yamucha?' was all he heard. Vegeta's eyes shot open and filled with anger as he realized that his old classmate, who was always a big flirt, was talking with Bulma. He turned around to look at Goku and Krillin, who were also in a state of shock. They remembered him as well, and didn't want to risk him flirting with their girls either!...well, maybe not "their" girls yet, but soon enough, they hoped! What was that baka doing here? Opening the door, Vegeta stepped out and stared with alarm at the spiky-haired lad standing in front of the girls' doorway. Turning around to his right, the scar-faced boy rested his gaze upon three of his previous classmates. His first reaction was the desire to run and hide, seeing how there were three of them and one of him. Then confidence took over, resulting in a smirk on his face, remembering that he was in front of his ex and her two best friends, who he always found to be quite attractive. But then he wondered to himself why the three guys looked so alarmed. His mind didn't have enough time to think as he received a blow to the stomach.
"Hey!" Yamucha cried as he leaned over. That had knocked the wind out of him. Looking up at her, he caught her death glare as 18 and ChiChi appeared behind her. "Temee..." he growled at her, receiving a smirk from Bulma.
"Yurusunai, Yamucha-kun. You know you hurt me bad-- you broke your promise to me that you'd follow the law. But instead, you went and got yourself arrested for robbery! That almost ruined my family and I's reputation! And you expect me to forgive you! And that time you went off with Zarbon to that strip club! YOU EXPECT ME TO FORGIVE YOU?" Bulma was so angry with him! Vegeta was about to cut in earlier, but seeing her reaction, he backed off. He never knew they dated...
Yamucha started to laugh as hesneered over to Vegeta, catching Vegeta's death glare. "Suit yourself, you--"
WHAM!
"Vegeta?" Bulma cried outloud.
Staring down at him, the angered man ordered, "Get lost."
Enough was done. Yamucha got to his feet (again) and started walking off. After looking back once more, he made his way down the nearest set of stairs, toward the bar near the dining room. Once Yamucha disappeared, Vegeta raised his view to Bulma, catching eyesight with one another. He smirked as he started walking back into his room, but Bulma caught up to him. Goku and Krillin decided to check up on the other two girls and made sure they were alright.
Back in Vegeta's room, Bulma began asking all sorts of questions about how Vegeta and the guys knew Yamucha, but Vegeta asked her the same question. After much explaining on both parts, they sat down and flipped on the TV.
"Wow... what a coincidence, ya know?"
Vegeta smirked and nodded in agreement. Glancing down at his watch, he proclaimed it was time to leave for dinner. Before ordering the others to follow, the girls and guys finished up their routine within the next 5 minutes, and they all headed out, across the parking lot, to a nearby semi-fancy restaraunt.
While enjoying their dinner (Goku perhaps a little too much), a stage nearby in the room was lit up and a jazz band took the stands. With soft, live jazz music playing, this was turning out to be an alright event for all of them. About 45 minutes later, they decide that it's time to head back over to the hotel and see if any movies were on TV.
To their luck, there was a couple they could all agree on: "Rush Hour 1" and "'2".
Ah, what an night!
Well, that's it for this chapter, folks! PLEASE, I beg of you, read and review. I'd love to hear more suggestions! Take care and good night everyone!
Priscilla-Chan