A/N: I liked the idea one reviewer had of putting other characters from GX in as cameos. I'm not sure I'll get to Judai, but I have a lot of ideas.

Warning: Some of these ideas might contain spoilers. In fact, the FIRST idea I use might be this way. In fact, I have now decided to use that idea starting even in this chapter.

This chapter will be mostly in Chosaku's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own GX.

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Why had Chosaku been forced to participate in this farce?

He had no interest in any part of America. This distaste was made even greater by the fact that he would be trapped in America with the embarrassing people that claimed to be his family!

Well, to be fair, Shoji was okay sometimes. But he was still a kid. He had no grasp of the utter agony that comprised Chosaku's daily life!

Their dad would most likely want to visit every tourist trap in the contiguous states. Chosaku made a note to conveniently vanish when that happened.

Their mom was always too absorbed in Jun to notice Chosaku's existence. Normally, this was annoying. However, it would most likely be a relief to be left alone during this vacation. It was very difficult for Chosaku to brood and sulk when his mom was trying to talk to him.

But Jun...now, Jun was the worst of them all! He was a little brat who was more or less allowed to rule the whole house.

He refused to learn manners of any kind, was prone to hitting and biting people who made him mad, and ate everything and anything that would fit into his mouth.

That last part made Jun be dramatically sick more often than not. And then everyone would fuss over him even MORE. In fact, he'd already been sick twice on this plane ride, and they weren't even halfway there yet!

The first time was probably airsickness. The second time was because Mom had let Jun eat too much of her steak at dinner. Red meat just so happened to be one of the many things on the list of foods that wreaked havoc on Jun's stomach.

Well, at least they were in first class. That gave Chosaku plenty of room to curl up by himself and contemplate the utter suckiness of his life until they reached their destination.

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It was the next day.

Well, actually, it was still technically the same day as when they left, because the plane had crossed the International Date Line. Chosaku could never figure out exactly how that thing worked. But there was no way he would ask his parents about it. That would require TALKING to somebody!

So here they were, in the Los Angeles airport. They were currently waiting for their luggage.

Jun was trying to escape from Mom so he could check out the two kids in the family standing next to them. However, even if Jun did run away, Chosaku doubted those other kids would want to play with him. They were engrossed in a conversation of their own, and were older than Jun to boot. The youngest kid looked to be about four, and Jun was only two.

Now that Chosaku was thinking about it, those people looked vaguely familiar. He was pretty sure they were a prominent family in Japan, but couldn't remember the surname.

Just then, their luggage arrived, so Chosaku couldn't contemplate it further.

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One good thing about being rich was that they didn't have to settle for a crummy rental car. In fact, the first thing Mom and Dad did was visit a high-end car dealership and purchase a roomy van on the spot.

Thankfully, it was not a camper vehicle. Dad may have been too rash with this vacation idea, but even he knew that camping was just out of the question. They would be staying at hotels like civilized people.

As Mom and Dad were packing all the luggage in the car, they were having a whispered yet heated debate. Not that Chosaku cared about what they said. Oh no. He just so happened to be standing close enough to hear. And why move when he was comfortable where he was?

The conversation was going something like this:

"THEY are here too."

"I'm sure it was just a coincidence! It's summer...all the families with small children want to go on vacation."

"They were watching us. I could tell."

"No they weren't; they were just waiting for their luggage!"

"They're inbred lunatics; the whole lot of them! That family should have died out decades ago! They just can't accept the fact that no one respects them anymore."

"That's a horrible thing to say!"

"Well, it's the truth."

And so on and so forth. Dad kept pointing out just how vile these mystery people were, and Mom kept denying Dad's claims.

Obviously, it was the family at the luggage rack. Chosaku failed to see what his parents found so interesting about them.

Well, at least America was a big country, so they would most likely never see the family again.

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They were now in the car. First destanation: San Francisco.

Chosaku had thought about making a joke about how perverted that city was rumored to be, but knew neither Mom nor Dad would believe him.

That, and it was actually peaceful for once in the car. Jun had finally fallen asleep after having his usual tantrum about being put into his car seat.

Hmm...maybe sleep wouldn't be such a bad idea. After all, the jet lag was really getting to everybody.

Chosaku decided to take a nap, but not before making sure that he had plenty of space around his seat. He didn't want Jun deciding to poke him again.

A/N: I just couldn't resist! All good family road-trip plots have to have another family as an external conflict. It's like the law.

Some of you may have guessed who this family is. Some may not have.

Therefore, please don't say who you think it is in a review. However, it's fine if you say that you THINK you know. Just don't give your guess away.