Here's chapter two, and only two days after chapter one, guess who has too much time on his hands!

Are we nearly dead yet?

There are several types of weekends. There's the active person's weekend which involves playing sport or going cycling. There's the social person's weekend consisting of shopping, clubbing and parties. There's the lazy person's weekend which purely revolves around sleep and eating and of course there is the practical person's weekend which always contains a huge list of things that need to be done but, inevitable, won't be.

Guessing which type of weekend Gohan was having would not tax the mind of even the simplest of people. So far he had done the dry cleaning, assembled a garden shed, mowed the lawn (successfully unlike Vegeta but he did have an electric mower), caught supper, painted the fence he had just put up, saved the world, done his homework, repaired his Great Saiyaman costume, varnished the fence…. Let just say it had been a long day. Still it wasn't all bad, he had one more job to do and then he could sit down at last.

He approached the Capsule Corporation building with great care knowing full well that Trunks and Goten could be hiding behind any of the bushes intending to play a trick on him. He hadn't minded too much when it had just involved water bombs but recently someone, probably Vegeta, had suggested that the kids use bricks!

Fortunately no attack emerged and Gohan was able to make it to the front door with out injury. Bulma answered the door.

"Hi Gohan" she said cheerfully, "I saw you on the news, good work."

"Thanks," said Gohan accepting the first complement he had received all day, "is Goten in I'm here to take him home."

"I think so but I haven't seen him all afternoon," replied Bulma thoughtfully, "I'll call Trunks he'll know."

Gohan quickly covered his ears and as a result avoided being deafened by the following scream from Bulma. A few seconds later Trunks appeared in the hallway.

"Ar there you are Trunks," said Bulma whose voice had return to normal volume, "Can you get Goten, Gohan's here to pick him up."

Trunks looked at them blankly for a moment. Then an expression or horror crossed his face.

"Oh shhhhh…" he began before he noticed the expression on his mother's face and refined his response to "shoot."

Vegeta's journey was going rather well. He had left the earth's atmosphere with out any problems and was currently making good use of the ship's advanced training facilities without fear of interruption from any women demanding he do such unnecessary activates as wash, go to bed or eat. His mood improved further when the radio started to buzz.

"I knew she couldn't live with out me!" said Vegeta proudly. He did a few more press ups, to allow Bulma to stew and to prepare his, "You could have stopped me before I left" speech before walking calmly over to the radio.

"Hello," He said his voice giving nothing away.

"Hi honey its me," said Bulma who didn't sound particularly distressed. "Sorry to bother you but I was just wondering if you had seen Goten any where?"

"WHAT!" shouted Vegeta, "IS THAT WHY YOU CALLED ME?"

"Yes," replied Bulma calmly taking no notice of Vegeta's shouting, "you see, he and Trunks were playing hide and seek only now Goten needs to go home and we can't find him."

By now Vegeta's legendarily short temper had long since run out.

"I'm far too busy to worry where that idiot child is," he shouted back down the radio. "Don't call me again unless it's important!"

Unfortunately before Vegeta could put the radio down someone snatched it off him.

"You can't ask for help Trunks!" said Goten angrily. "That's cheating!"

Vegeta stare in absolute horror at the kid standing next to him. Slowly his eyes drifted towards the back of the ship focusing on the upturned box of, now half eaten, food supplies. By the time his brain had dealt with the shock the radio had changed hands on the other side of the line as well.

"What do you think you're playing at Goten!" shouted Gohan from the radio, "are you trying to get me in trouble!"

"But Trunks said…" protested Goten

"I don't care what Trunks said," interrupted Gohan, "all I care about is the fact that if I don't get you home in five minutes mum's going to kill me!"

"Okay," said Goten sadly "I'm coming."

The young Saiyan (I've got board of writing half Saiyan all the time) put the radio down and walk towards the door. He was just about to open it when Vegeta's brain finally became fully operational again. A second later he had knocked Goten to the floor.

"Don't open the door you idiot, you kill us all!" Vegeta screamed.

"But," protested an increasingly distressed Goten, "how can I go home without opening the door?"

"Well there's a small problem with going home considering that home is over a million miles away."

"Wow that's a big number!" said Goten, "but mum never said that it was that far to Trunks' house."

"That's because we're not at MY house!" explained Vegeta.

"Your where?" Asked a now furious Gohan through the increasingly faint radio.

"In a space ship, don't you have ears kid!" replied Vegeta.

Gohan grinded his teeth, it had been a long day and this was the last straw.

"Well turn around and bring him back!" he demanded.

"I wish I could!" said Vegeta, "But as Mr School Geek should know space ships don't work like that I'll need a planet or star to turn round!"

Gohan sighed. He had a very familiar feeling of hopelessness creeping into his stomach.

"How long will that take?" he asked with the distinct feeling that he wouldn't like the answer.

"About a day."

"A DAY!" cried Gohan, "how am I going to explain this!"

"Oh stop feeling sorry for your self!" snapped Vegeta, "it's just like you to always think of your self, oh Nappa killed my mentor. Oh Freeza killed my friend. Oh Cell killed my dad. Why don't you think of me for once, I have to spend an entire day in this tiny ship with the spawn of Kakarot!"

Now Gohan really wished that Vegeta was here, so that he could thump him. Sadly he couldn't do that, or punish Goten for hiding on the ship in the first place. Instead he left them with a few choice parting words.

"I hope you drive each other nuts!" he shouted before ending the transmission. With that he turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" asked Bulma nervously, "What are you going to tell Chi-Chi?"

"I'm going to Rio," said Gohan definitively, "I'm going to call mum from a payphone, tell her the truth, and then I'm going to Hong Kong, just to be sure…."

"Are we nearly there yet?" asked Goten for the sixtieth time.

"What do you think!" said Vegeta whose blood pressure would worry any doctor. "Look out of the window, does that planet look like earth to you!"

"Err yes" said Goten hopefully.

"You don't know what earth looks like do you?" said Vegeta.

"Of course I do" said Goten "Its brown and, err, crumbly and you shouldn't eat it."

Vegeta paused.

"Well" he said at last, "do you see any of that out of the window."

"No." said Goten dejectedly, "But can we at least stop here, I really need to go!"

"Well you should have thought of that before we left," said Vegeta automatically repeating the well rehearsed line.

"I would have gone if I had know I was going but as I didn't know I was going there was no way I could of gone!" explained Goten. Vegeta looked at the kid in a new way as he tried to work out what the he had just said.

"Oh just go in this bottle!" he said giving up.

"Thanks," said Goten quickly running off to the back of the ship.

Vegeta sighed and tried to think of something to hum to drown out the noise. Eventually he managed to get the CD player working and Vegeta settled down to some Beethoven, (well he was a prince, he needed to appear cultured, but lets just say it didn't really match up with the tunes on his MP3 player.)

Vegeta was knocked back into reality by a storm of static from the speakers. He sat up and saw sparks flying from the control panels.

"What the?" he said swinging his head around wildly looking for the source of the problem.

"Here you go, thanks," said Goten handing Vegeta an empty bottle.

"Empty?" said Vegeta some what confused, "what happened to all the, errm, water?"

"I poured it down the drain," replied Goten proudly.

"What drain?" asked Vegeta not quite shouting, yet.

"This one!" said Goten pointing to the computer cooling fan. "Gee I thought you knew about this ship."

Vegeta turned a rather impressive red colour.

"That's not a DRAIN!" bellowed Vegeta.

"Of course it is" said Goten, "It has a grate and a cutting blade to chew up rubbish like the one in our kitchen."

Vegeta smashed his head into the control panel in frustration as red lights and alarms started going off.

"Err Vegeta I think you damaged it," said Goten helpfully.

"No kidding."

Hope you enjoyed that. If you have any comments or suggestions I would be happy to hear them, even if you just want to say hi. Also I am aware that my list of type of weekends may well be incomplete. Therefore if you know of any other types of weekends let me know, I need the research for my book, "Types of Weekends". It has sold rather well in the small country of Beranda, partly due to its cheep price and the lack of toilet paper.