MTB: I'm back!! Mwhahahahaha!! Does that not frighten you?!
Trunks: Not really... Maybe around Halloween it would... but not now...
MTB: ...WORK WITH ME HERE!!!
Unknown Wanderer: It's about damn time you updated! And no cliffhangers! I will kill you and your mother if you do!! And your monkey too, Kevin3485!!
Kevin3485: NOT MY MONKEY!!
MTB: (turns to Silvaine) What the hell do you see in him?
Silvaine: Nothing... absolutely nothing...
MTB: He's not good in bed at all, is he?
Silvaine: It's only good when I think about something else.
UW: WHAT?!
MTB: Anywho... ON with the FIC!! Disclaimer Sweetie-Pie Trunks!
Trunks: (sigh) Must you call me that? MTB owns nothing... Not even her own freedom... Her brother took that away from her... Maybe if she didn't GAMBLE, she would still have it!!
MTB: Shut-UUUP!
Advice from you
Chapter 18 (OMG)
Mirai Trunks looked into the binoculars, searching for his soon-to-be parents from the shadows. Piccolo was at a payphone and Goku was eating ice cream. "8-6-7-5-3-0-9," Piccolo said punching in the numbers. He heard it ring twice until somebody picked it up.
"'Ello?"
"Um...Yeah... Let's see... um ...God, what was I supposed to say? Oh, yeah. Bishonen says that Prince Charming and Blue Bird are obsolete... Yeah, that's it."
Silence on the other end, suddenly, "GIVE ME THE HENTAI!!" and the line went dead. Piccolo stared at the phone for a moment then decided to forget about it.
Trunks quickly arrived behind Piccolo. "The deed is done?" he asked wringing his hands in a sinister-like manner.
"Yes, Master," the Namek replied sarcastically, "The deed is done."
"Excellent," the half Sayian-jin chuckled, "excellent."
"Don't you dare start your evil laughter crap," Piccolo warned him.
"Sorry."
"Yonder!" called out Goku, "They approached near the motorized vehicle!"
"You mean Bulma and Vegita are heading toward the car?" Piccolo asked.
"No! Retard..."
Indeed, they were approaching the motorized vehicle. Bulma opened the driver's door and got in, while Vegita just stood there looking at the machine.
"Well," said Bulma, "Get in."
Vegita looked at her, "Wouldn't it be faster to fly?"
Bulma dramatically smacked her head, "Of course, Vegita!" she said sarcastically, "Let's go flying! I don't know why I didn't think about it!" She got out of the car and with her arms in the air, she began to make whoosh sounds.
The prince wasn't amused. Bulma then stopped, "Are we there yet? Nope! Let's keep flying! You ass! You know that I can't fly!"
"I know that, you wench! I was suggesting that I fly you over the that- buffet- thing!"
"And have you touch me!? No way!"
"You liked it when I touched you before!" Ooo, now he had her. A cruel smirk went across his face as he watch Bulma's face go from anger to shock.
"You...," she said slowly, "...Asshole!"
"What? That's all you have? I'm surprised," Vegita said smirking even more.
Bulma clenched her hands together in anger, "Can we just go?!"
"Fine," Vegita said shrugging. They got in, strapped themselves in with the seatbelts, and Bulma drove off.
Goku, Trunks, and Piccolo can out from behind the bushes. "Hey, Trunks?" asked Goku.
"Yes?"
"What is the guy going to do with Bulma and Vegita anyway?"
"You'll see, now follow them! And keep your ki down!"
The restaurant wasn't fancy but it would have to do. After all, it was just a piggy Sayian-jin who was going to eat everything in sight. Or at least everything on the buffet stand. He returned with a two plates piled high with various meats, fruits, and biscuits. Then picking up his fork, Vegita allowed his face to simply fall into the food and move his mouth in a chewing fashion. Bulma was disgusted.
"Vegita!" He looked up with mashed potatoes on his face and barbeque sauce coming out of the corner of his mouth. "Have some manners for Kami's sake!" She buried her face in her hands, "I'm so embarrassed! Uh!"
Vegita picked up his napkin and wiped his face, "I'm sorry," he said in fake tone, "I just assumed since you ate like this, other humans did, and you did tell me to try and blend in."
Bulma picked up her fork, "Just shut up and eat." As they ate they were unaware of that small, dark figure sitting in the booth next to them. Wearing a trench coat, sun glasses, and hat he really didn't seem to suspicious. Well, to himself he didn't seem suspicious, but to the security, he could be armed and dangerous. He slowly ate his meal while peering back at Bulma and Vegita.
Bulma got up, "I'm going to go the bathroom, be right back." She left, leaving Vegita to ponder his thoughts.
Somehow, she was going to be his mate, but apparently all his moves on her were unsuccessful. "How am I ever going to win her over?" he thought out loud.
"Girl trouble, pal?" chuckled a man behind him.
Vegita grunted, "Not that's its any of your business."
"I could be able to help." He reached into his coat pocket and handed him a card. "Rick Rickstein, Ladies' Man Extraordinaire."
"What that hell kinda name is Rick Rickstein?" said Vegita looking at the card.
"My parents thought they were comedians. Now I can help you out, make you win that girl over no problem."
Vegita glared at him, "What's the catch?"
"I scratch your back and you scratch mine. You look like a big, strong guy. Think you could help me out?"
"I don't do windows."
"Bunch of guys wanna, you know, kill me. Think you can get them off my back until I can get out of town?"
Vegita handed him back a card, "Prince Vegita, Licensed to Kill."
Rick looked at the card, "Oh, yeah... That'll keep them off my back. Do we have a deal?"
"Fine, whatever. Just don't make me do any mushy, lovely junk."
"Nah, not my thing. Look you just do your thing with her and I'll take care of the rest."
"Excellent... mhahaha... excellent," chuckled Vegita.
"I like that," Rick said out of the blue.
"What? The evil laughter?" asked Vegita.
"No, on your card. 'Prince Vegita, Licensed to Kill.'"
"I'm rather fond of it."
Rick's expression changed, "Here comes your girl! Don't tell her anything about what just happen!" The two men put away their cards and ate as if nothing happened.
"You almost done?" asked Bulma as she sat down.
"I was," answered Vegita, "But you were in the restroom for so long, I got hungry again and went back to eating."
"You ass. I wasn't in there for five minutes!"
"You're right, it was much longer than five minutes."
Irritated, Bulma asked, "Are you done or not?"
"Yes, woman! Now let's go!" They got out of their chairs and headed for the door. As he was about to walk out, Vegita took one last look at Rick Rickstein, who gave him a wink and a thumbs up. Vegita nodded and followed after Bulma.
Rick leaned back on his chair and signed.
"The deed is done?"
Then he fell off his chair. He got up and looked right at a man with lavender hair and blue eyes. "Oh," Rick said, "It's you."
"Is the deed done?"
Rick smirked, "Yep, everything went great between Prince and Blue. They never suspected a thing."
"Excellent," replied Trunks, "Excellent."
"Please don't start that evil laughter thing."
"Sorry."
GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! I'm SSJ late! I know! I'm sorry!! Don't kill me! I've been a very busy beaver! (Starts gnawing on wood) Don't eat wood, it's gross. Anywho, I'm going to give you guys the best rest of the chapters ever! I am truly sorry for the wait! I love you guys, you know?! You're what keeps me going!
P.S.) My fat cat, the one that I asked about why he was so fat, died on Veteran's Day 2004. He was hit by a car. WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! I MISS MY MAD MAX!!!
Goku: There, there. At least your dad comes home in a month!
MTB: Yeah... yeah... Daddy's gave us Max too. He was so mad when he found out. Everyone at my house is still depressed about it. Even the Biggest Jerk in the Universe hasn't been acting like a big jerk.
BJITU: ...(sigh)
MTB: Poor Jerk.
Vegita: That's right. The fat blob would sleep in his bed, right?
MTB: You're not helping, Veggie!
BJITU: (sniff, sob) Why did you have to go, Fat Boy!?!
Goku: The good ones go first...
MTB: Are you trying to insult me?!?