Me: At long fuckin' last!
Bardock: What the hell took you so long? Whatever, anyway, KSR doesn't own DBZ, blah, blah, blah. . . .
Midget: Bardock! You just did the disclaimer!
Bardock: Really? FUCK YEAH! *Does the Caramelldansen*
Me: MY. . . EYES. . . .
Turles: I JUST FOUND OUT I'M IN THE SEQUEL TOO! *Dances around Bardock trowing flower petals in the air.*
Me: Fuck my life.
Midget: Screw crack, I'll have what they're havin'! :D
Turles: *gives Midget a pixie stick*
Me: Find you happy place, find your happy place, find your happy place!
We stuck close to the ground, out of sight, out of mind.
It felt so weird sneaking around The Lookout in the middle of the night. But, if we got caught, I'm not really sure what would-
"Lucas! I told you to suppress your goddamn energy!" Freeza hissed, his pale outline in the dark forest showed that he was looking back at us, Lucas in particular. His red eyes were gleaming with annoyance.
"Sorry.", he whispered back to Freeza somewhere behind me.
Me, Freeza, and Lucas were a small group at the time, with Heather and Whisty on another one.
The Lookout always balanced on that small tower, how that is possible, is beyond me. And that so-small-I-always-get-the-sudden-impulse-to-knock-it-over-whenever-I-see-it tower, was in the middle of a large clearing, dead center. We were circling around on one side; Whisty and Heather were making their way along the other.
"Almost there." Freeza whispered. And let me tell you, his voice is already raspy enough to the point where he needs subtitles or something, and him whispering makes it even harder to understand him.
He paused in front of us, flicking his tail in our path, causing Lucas to bump into me. To this day, I swear to God Freeza did that on purpose.
After crouching there for a minute or so,( well, me and Lucas were crouching, Freeza was mostly just bending over), I stage-whispered (that kind of whisper where it's like you're whispering, but then again, it's like you aren't. Mostly just lowering your voice slightly and making it rasp a little) "What are we waiting for?"
"Shh!" he snapped his head back and put his finger to his lips. He looked back to the clearing and I turned back to Lucas.
'What the hell are we waiting for?' he mouthed to me.
'I don't know! I'm not God!' I mouthed back. (Bardock: Hey!, Me: Shut up.)
"Okay, I'll bite, what the hell are we waiting for?!" Lucas practically yelled almost an hour later.
"SHHHH!" Me and Freeza hissed in unison.
"Sorr-ee." He put his hands up in mock defense.
"Ugh." Freeza growled as he shook his head, "We're waiting for Whisty and Heather to give the signal, since you haven't figured that out yet."
It was my turn to yell now. "What?!" I leapt to my feet, "Why didn't you just say that before?! We've been sitting and doing nothing for an hour!"
"SHHHH!" Lucas and Freeza put their fingers to their lips.
"Sorry. . . ." I blushed slightly as I lowered myself to the ground.
"Now you know how I felt." Lucas trolled.
'C'mon!' I thought anxiously, Whisty and Heather were taking too long to give the signal, 'My grandma can go faster than those two, and she ain't even alive!'
"For fuck's sake!" Freeza growled. "What the hell could be keeping them?!" A little too loudly.
"SHHHH!" Me and Lucas snapped in unison.
He gave us a look that promised once this was over, he was gonna give us hell.
"Pfft!" I stifled a laugh as behind me, Lucas snickered.
"Ah, shut up."
"We will not be silenced." Lucas retorted.
"Shh!"
"Goku, I'm getting sick of hearing that, shut up." Freeza snapped.
"No- listen." I insisted.
"I. Don't hear. A damn thing, Goku." He rolled his eyes, "If those two dumbasses were gonna give the signal, they would've done it already."
"But-"
Freeza shot off into the night sky, heading straight for the top of the lookout.
"Sayonara, bitch." With that being said, Lucas took off after him.
"G-goddamnit." 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. . . . Then beat them up for it, later.'
"What are we doing here, again?" Lucas frowned as we walked silently across the large tiled floor of The Lookout.
"The Dragon Radar, you fucktard! How many times did I tell you that on the way here?!" the ice-jin growled.
"Ten." He beamed back.
'Like that's something to be proud of.'
"Nowhere near ten."
"Eleven?"
"No."
"Ten and a half?"
"That doesn't even-! Nevermind, you're a lost cause."
"Your mom's a lost cause!"
"I know. That's why I killed her."
"You what?!"
"I didn't stutter."
"You insane bastard!"
"One hundred ninety-one." (TEAMFOURSTAR!)
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Where to begin?"
"BAH!"
Freeza and Lucas argued like this all the time, and I'm used to it, but that doesn't make it any less annoying.
"Shut up already!" I looked at the entrance to the small building in the center of the plaza. "Guys," I felt an energy approaching, "someone's coming!"
"DIE, YOU ETERNALLY HORNY MONKEY! DIE, DIE!", and at this point, Freeza was chasing Lucas, who was running on the ground, while Freeza was flying behind him. Their fights usually ended with something like that.
"You can never keep quiet, can you?" Whisty said, emerging from the darkness of the walkway.
"Yeah, what if we were Piccolo?" Heather piped in.
"I think we could've handled ourselves." Freeza was standing near the edge of the plaza, Lucas on his knees, Freeza grabbing the front of his shirt, and his fist raised back to punch Lucas in the face. Like I said, you get used to it.
A thought came to me. "Why didn't you give the signal?"
Whisty shrugged. "Didn't need to, and didn't feel like it."
"But why?!"
She smirked. "Because we already got . . . this." She fished something out of her pocket.
The Dragon Radar.
"Why did you go ahead and get it without us?!" Freeza stomped over and put his hands on his hips. "You left us waiting for hours."
I looked up. Sure enough, the sun was beginning to rise.
"We tried. You're just getting too old."
"Hey!" me and Freeza barked in unison.
"I'm only seventeen~!" Lucas whined.
"And candy doesn't taste as good as it used to anymore." Heather giggled.
"Grr. . . ."
"Let's just find the Dragon Balls and get this over with." Whisty said, "It should take us about a day. . . ."
"We need to wait." Freeza said.
"Why?" 'Doesn't he want to help Vegeta and Raditz?'
"The Dragon Balls turn the sky black, right?"
"The color of Mr. Popo, yeah." I nodded.
"If it's daytime, we're screwed. However, if we call the Dragon at night, we should be just fine."
"Ohhhhh . . . I get it!"
"Of course you do Lucas."
Bardock: That. . . was. . . TERRIBLE.
Me: Shut up, I'm sleep-deprived.
Bardock: It's 7:30 pm. -.-;
Me: I have a sleep disorder, give me a break.
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Bardock: It's because I'm not there~
Turles: SHADDUP!
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