Chapter 5, and I would just like to let you know I do requests, Happyface 101 asked if we could see what was happening to people on earth, so I'm going to let you know……
Home Sick
Home sickness is perfectly normal. When ever people go away, even for a short amount of time they will invariably think of home at some point. Whether it's how much more comfy the beds at home are, or how annoying it is to be away from an internet connection or TV. Perhaps you're missing a friend or you could even be contemplating how no one at home ever used you as a diplomatic bargaining chip! People will always at some point on a journey wish that they were at home. Of course sometimes the exact opposite happens and you couldn't be happier to be away from home….
Gohan carefully sipped tea out of a fine china cup. At the same time he was doing his best not to laugh. He thought back to when he was young and how strict his mum had been about his table manors. Whenever he or his farther had protested she had always said it was just in case Gohan ever had diner with the Emperor of Japan or high tea with the Queen of England.
"One down one to go," he thought to himself, replacing his tea cup upon its saucer.
"Thank you for the tea again your majesty." He said politely.
"No, thank you Mr Saiyaman," replied The Queen, "if it had not been for you those thieves would have got away with the crown jewels. Giving you tea was the least we could do to thank you."
"It was nothing honestly," said Gohan maintaining his super hero decorum. Just then his watch started to beep. "Terribly sorry your Majesty," he said apologetically, "but I really must be going. Saving the world waits for no man."
"Very well, good luck," said The Queen as Gohan got up. "You will be back to collect that knighthood though."
"Of course," replied Gohan eagerly "I'll see you in June." And with that Gohan did his "coolest" pose and flew out of an (open) window.
As he race out of London Gohan wondered where he should go next. The watch alarm had not been there to alert him to danger, but to remind him that he had spent too long in the same country and there was a small chance that Chi-Chi might catch up with him! It wasn't that he didn't want to be there for his mother as she worried herself sick over nothing; it was just that he didn't want to be there in person, near to frying pans and other objects that could be thrown. It would be good for her any way, she could learn to cope with her worries by her self, and by the time Gohan got back most of her anger would have been deflected on to Goten, who deserved it. Still in order to ease his guilty conscience he brought a football and went to Iraq to teach some orphaned children Soccer.
Bulma opened the door to let Krillin in.
"Did you know that your lawnmower is outside the front gate?" the monk said taking Bulma back a bit as she had expected him to say hello.
"What's it doing there?" she asked wondering if Krillin had finally flipped.
"Hitch hiking!" replied Krillin confirming Bulma's theory.
"Really, how nice," she said taking no a soothing tone, "and where does the lawnmower want to got Krillin?"
"The sign says "Pentagon or Bust!"" said Krillin, "it's probably just a trick played by Trunks, anyway why did you want to see me?"
"Well you remember how 18 wishes that you had more money?" said Bulma.
"How could I forget?" grumbled Krillin.
"Well I have another odd job for you to do," finished Bulma keenly.
"Oh no, I'm not doing another one of Vegeta's chores," said Krillin, "not after last time."
"Oh why not, I'll pay you," said Bulma pleading slightly.
"You still haven't paid me for painting the house!" Krillin declared indigently.
"Well I couldn't help it if the police thought you where breaking in," said Bulma innocently, "It was a bit stupid to paint the house at night though."
"I had started in the morning," said Krillin unhappily, "It's a really big house!"
"Anyway as I explained, by the time they let you go I was short on cash," replied Bulma innocently. "Anyway I just want you to cut the grass, and I will pay you this time honest."
"Cut the grass…" mussed the monk, "wait and minute, isn't your lawnmower broken and apparently trying to get to Washington?"
"Well I thought you could use these scissors," suggested Bulma.
"You have to be kidding!" exclaimed Krillin, "there's no way I'm doing that. Get Trunks to do it, surely he's old enough by now."
"How could you be so heartless," said Bulma accusingly, "Trunks' farther and best friend are missing, he's really upset about it, I can't ask him to mow the lawn."
"YES, WOWHOO, I'M THE KING OF VIDEO GAMES!" called an incredibly badly timed voice from upstairs.
"See he's incomplete denial about it, it's not healthy," said Bulma but it wasn't too hard to tell that Krillin was far from convinced.
"Sorry Bulma there is absolutely nothing that could make me do this!" he declared. This was of course tempting fate.
Just then the door flew open and a very distressed looking Chi-Chi ran into the building.
"Any news on my Goten," she burst out tearfully shaking Bulma by her shoulders, before suddenly calming down to say, "and did you know your lawn mower is hitch hi…"
"Yes I know about the lawnmower," said Bulma, "but I'm afraid we haven't heard anything from Vegeta." She braced herself for Chi-Chi's reaction, taking note that Krillin and the scissors had already vanished for sight.
"Oh no!" wailed Chi-Chi, "there in trouble I know it, they could of crashed on a planet, or been kidnapped by pirates and Goten doesn't even have a sweater!"
"Calm down," soothed Bulma, "You know what Vegeta's like, he's probably sulking and doesn't want to talk to us."
"We'll see about that!" snapped Chi-Chi marching into mission control and grabbing the radio, "Vegeta! Answer this machine right now!" she demanded. Of course there was no response; there wasn't even any back ground noise."
"He might have turned it off," suggested Bulma hoping Chi-Chi would remain calm, especially around all the expensive equipment, "or maybe their just entering the earth's atmosphere right now."
"They could be?" asked Chi-Chi hopefully.
"Yes they could be," repeated Bulma hoping against hope that she was right, "They could be intending to surprise us in just a few minutes!" Chi-Chi thought for a few seconds.
"But I what to know where my little Goten is now!" she wailed nervously. Just then Bulma had a brain wave.
"I know," she said, "We could ask Piccolo, he so good at sensing energy he would probably be able to tell us exactly where they are."
"Great," said Chi-Chi enthusiastically, "but wouldn't we have to go to Kami's look out to do that?"
"No need," said Bulma chirpily, "I got him a mobile for Christmas so we should be able to call him on that..."
Piccolo jumped and looked around angrily. As far as he could tell it sounded like someone near by was strangling a cat. Then he realised that it was his mobile phone. He really wished that he hadn't chosen "strangling cat" as his ring tone but he had no idea how to change it. With a heavy sigh Piccolo picked up the phone and pressed the biggest button. There was an artificial sound of shutters opening and closing and the screen cheerfully displayed a fuzzy picture of the floor. Piccolo growled and pressed another button, at which point the phone automatically signed him up for a text dating service. The next button sent everyone in the world an insulting text message and the one after that deleted the entire contents of his phone book. Finally Piccolo threw the phone to the floor and jumped on it for a while. That done he calmly bent down a picked it up.
"Hello," he said calmly.
"Hello Mr Piccolo," said an overly cheery voice, "we were just wondering if you where happy with the cost of your peak mid-range international calls?"
"Yes I am!" snapped the Namek, angrily hanging up (and taking another photo at the same time). When the phone rang again a few minutes later the process repeated itself…
"What!" snapped the Namek when he finally managed to answer it.
"Hi Piccolo," said a cheery Bulma from the other end of the line, "how are you doing?"
"Can we cut the small talk?" replied Piccolo, "I have a feeling this is costing me money!"
"For the one hundredth time it only costs money to make a call, not to receive one!" the science replied.
"What exactly do you want?" asked Piccolo annoyed at being patronised.
"We were wondering if you could tell us where Goten and Vegeta are?" asked Bulma.
"What, can't you call them on their mobiles!" mocked Piccolo keen to prove the folly of this technology.
"No, Vegeta doesn't carry a mobile," replied Bulma, "He says there for saps, what an idiot."
"Tell him we now have something in common," retorted the Namek.
"Listen Namek just tell us where they are or else I'll bring Chi-Chi up there to ask you personally!" snapped Bulma.
"There's no need to make threats," said Piccolo quickly. "Just be patient for a second and I'll let you know where they are…"
"Apparently they're on a planet called Tamaran," Bulma said carefully to Chi-Chi once the conversation with Piccolo had finished.
"What! Where's that? What are they doing there, they should be here!" moaned Chi-Chi.
"Relax!" said Bulma calmly, "Piccolo said the planet's perfectly safe, Vegeta is by far the strongest person on it so there in no danger. They probably stopped for a picnic or something. Maybe Vegeta is sharing his knowledge of the universe with Goten, he could learn a lot. Maybe it will even teach Vegeta the value of spending time with his own son!" she finish, suddenly very enthusiastic about the idea. Chi-Chi was less so.
"But what if Goten's allergic to the food," she panicked, "And he's never had his shots for going abroad, he could catch anything!"
"Listen, Chi-Chi," said Bulma finally running low on patience, "No one caught anything on Namek and we were there for much long then they've been on this Tamaran place."
"Yes but then Gohan had a sweater." Chi-Chi pointed out. "No your right," she said suddenly pulling herself together, "they will probably be fine, and Vegeta's never let one of my boys get hurt before, except when he tried to kill them but that doesn't really count does it."
"No it doesn't," agreed Bulma privately celebrating her victory.
"Yes," said Chi-Chi now completely calm. "I'll go make some tea."
"Get me some!" said Krillin leaning in through the widow, "This is thirsty work."
"Were you listening to our conversation?" asked Bulma accusingly.
"Hey it was practically impossible not to!" said Krillin defensively.
"Don't worry Krillin," said Chi-Chi who was now in full nice mode, "I'll make you one too, any one else."
"Yeah you better get one for Yamcha," said Krillin looking down the path, "he looks pretty rough."
A few seconds later Yamcha burst into the house.
"Your lawnmower just car-jacked me!" he exclaimed in a state of shock. Everyone looked for a second and but then turned away.
"Look don't worry about Goten and Vegeta," said Krillin encouragingly, "Their probably having the time of there lives."
"Yeah," said Bulma softly, "I wonder what their up to right now…."
Vegeta lay on his hard prison bunk listening to the awful noise coming from above. Eventually he cracked.
"If you blow on that harmonica one more time I am going to shove it where the sun doesn't shine!" he snapped!
"Sorry," Goten said.
Hope you all liked that, the plot will be developed a lot more next chapter…. What! There is a plot you know. Anyway if you have anything to say, point out or request just send me a review, it's really easy. Oh I also feel obliged to tell you that if you're not happy with the cost of your peak mid-range international calls then text P-I-C-C-O-L-O to 07823 555 7589 234….