12/14/2012: I changed this chapter, just so ya know.

Me: I would like to thank bardockthetruesupersaiyan for reviewing!

Turles: DIBBS ON DOING THE DISCLAIMER!

Midget: That's MY job you asshole!

Bardock: Hey! What about me?!

Mr. Popo: You're all wrong. It's my turn.

Everyone: *stares*

Bardock: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! *everyone scatters*

Mr. Popo: KillingSenseRulez does not own Dragon ball z or any of the songs metioned.

Popo does.

This chptr is mostly filler.

Chapter 3. I won't hear you.

I leaned deeper into my seat, I felt myself relaxing a little as I listened sound of the tires shifting small bits of gravel on the damp, paved road. We were making our way home to the mountains, Freeza'd built our house miles away from the city. So no one could find him.

Whisty drove us in silence, Heather riding shotgun, me and Freeza in the back seat, Lucas sat between us. Vegeta was sprawled on the floor in the back of the SUV. I shot a glance at him, trying to be as subtle as possible, craning my neck awkwardly over my shoulder. His breathing was even and steady, a good sign. A bloody bandage severed as a blindfold over his damaged eyes, I shivered as he turned over, his front was now facing me instead of his back. Vegeta's face was stained with what looked like tears of blood.

Sighing for hundredth time that day, I leaned forward and bent down, reaching under my seat, I fumbled around in the dark. 'Yes!' I thought as my hand grasped around a small item, it was midnight, we were driving through the woods with no streetlights, so what I just grabbed was either Heather's ipod (what I was looking for), or a pack of cigarettes (Whisty smokes sometimes, leaves her boxes everywhere).

"I have an idea." Freeza rasped, breaking the silence.

"Let's hear it." Heather said as she turned around in her seat and looked over the headrest.I scrolled through the playlists, (I was right, it was hers), until I saw a song I think I'd heard before,

Mr. Brightside by The Killers.

Oh, God. Since when has any of his ideas worked without coming to bite him in the ass later on?

I turned it up almost full volume.

"Comin' outta my cage, and I've been doin' just fine.

Gotta, gotta be down, 'cuz I want it all. Started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?"

"Goku!"

"Huh, what?" I paused the song and took out one of the ear buds.

"Did you ever listen to me?" Freeza snapped.

"No."

Freeza growled. Man, if looks could kill. . . .

He rolled his eyes and turned back to everyone else, "Now . . . if we could steal the radar, we could use the two wishes for whatever we want!"

Oh. Ugh, not this dragon ball crap again.

I played song music louder.

"It was only a kiss- IT WAS ONLY A KISS! Now I'm falling asleep, and she's callin' a cab, while he's havin' a smoke, and she's takin' a drag.

Now they're goin' bed. And my stomach is sick, and it's all in my head-

But she's touching his chest, now, he takes off her dress, now-

Let me go! And I just can't look, it's killing me!

And taking control. . . .

Jealousy, turning saints into the seas, swimming through sick lullabies.

Choking on you alibis. But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me.

Opens up my eager eyes.

'Cuz I'm Mr. Brightside! "

"GOKU!"

"What?!"

"Did you hear a word I just said?!"

"No…. "

"For god's sake!" Freeza through his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Look," he sighed as he rubbed his brow," I plan to get the dragon's orbs-"

"Balls" I corrected. Lucas snickered.

"- we can use the wishes to bring Raditz back to life, and heal Vegeta. Then we. . . ."

That was all I heard before I started another song.

Then the headphones were ripped out of my ears and thrown on the floorboard. I turned to see an angry Freeza inches away from my face.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" he roared.

"Try this, you want the dragon balls, I'll get the radar to find them, we wish Raditz back to life and use the second wish to fix Vegeta's eyes. Happy?" I retorted.

He stared at me for the longest time. "Good. . . ."

I gave a smirk like any other saiyan.

"And one more thing."

"What?" I asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"We're here."

*Everyone is hiding in an old abanoned warehouse*

Midget: I-is he gone?

Bardock: I don't know! I'm not God!

Me: Okay, if Mr. Popo comes back, we all agree to sacrifce Turles?

Turles: HEY!

Bardock and Midget: Argree.

Mr. Popo: Don't forget to review.

Everyone: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bardock: TAKE TURLES! NO ONE LIKES HIM!

Turles: Hey!

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