Out of Hell

Chapter 3 - Living

A/N: Ok, I happened to get this RUDE review, and you said you can express your opinion and all, and your right, you can, but still. (this is directed to Erica) Seemed more like a flame to me. But anyway, you said that if they had gotten completely soft and weren't evil anymore, it was a worthless story. Well, your WRONG. Lucky for you they still are evil, just not pure evil, got that? AND I'm NOT changing my plot for you, because everyone else seems to like it. By the way, there will be some love in here and 'mushy' stuff, so if you don't like them like this, you'd better just stop reading.

To the person who did the 8 paragraph long review, I'll either e-mail you or talk to you about it on MSN Messenger.

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Frieza sat up and looked around, his vision still slightly blurred. He blinked a few times and focused at the image in front of him, at first it had seemed like a black, peach, orange, and blue blur. As soon as his vision cleared up, he realized it was none other than Goku standing in front of him. He gasped and stumbled back slightly.

"My wife really has a way with frying pans, huh?" Goku said, offering his hand out to Frieza to help him up. He was in fact still on the floor. Frieza looked at his hand but swatted it away and got up on his own.

"I don't need YOUR help, Goku." Frieza said, narrowing his eyes.

"Huh? Well, if you say so."

"Ugh, I just hope living with you don't have an effect on me."

"Maybe I can make you nicer. And more loveable! I mean, if my magic worked on Vegeta--" Goku suddenly heard the door slam. He soon learned that no one liked his lectures. He shrugged and went to his and Chichi's room. He felt like taking a swim out in the lake near their house, so he grabbed a pair of swim trunks and changed. He instant transmissioned outside and jumped in. He sat on the bottom of the lake and leaned back, letting the sunlight filter down onto his body, warming him. He closed his eyes relaxed as much as he could.

"Hey Mom, you know where Dad is?" Goten said, looking around.

"I think he went out in the lake." Chichi said,

"What about Frieza?"

"Last time I saw him he was passed out on the floor."

"Oh. Well, I'm sure he got up by now."

"Your probably right. I just hope he isn't getting in trouble."

"Yeah, I better check on him and Dad."

"Go ahead while I clean up... just don't track mud!!"

"Don't worry Mom, I won't." Goten smiled innocently and went into his room, changing into his own swim trunks. He dashed out and dived into the lake, taking a relaxed Goku by surprise. Goku lost a lot of air from that, soon retreating to the surface.

"Goten, why'd you scare my like that?" Goku said.

"I just wanted to see if you were in there like Ma said." Goten said, smiling.

"I see. Hey, Goten, I think tomarrow we should try and find Frieza a date!"

"Are you kidding?"

"No."

"Aw, man. But tomarrow Valice is coming over!"

"We'll go after she leaves then."

"Well, alright. But how can you even think anyone would fall for Frieza?"

"There's always hope!"

"Whatever you say, Dad."

"Hey monkeys," Frieza said, launching a ki blast at the lake, causing a massive wave. "don't forget to stand still!"

"Huh?" Goku and Goten said, turning around. they both gasped as the wave collapsed on them. Frieza chuckled and went back inside. Yama didn't say anything about not having fun.

--Capsule Corp.--

Trunks hid in a tree, aiming for his target.

"Your going down this time, Buu." Trunks whispered as he shot at Buu. His back was facing towards him, thus making it a complete surprise. Or, was it?

Buu, sensing Trunks' ki, turned his head a full 180 degrees to face him, and just in the nick of time, a hole formed in his body and the blast went right through him to a nearby tree, which was now covered in blue paint. He became whole again as the rest of his body twisted to match his head. He fired his own shot at Trunks, who was too late to react and was covered in red paint.

"You miss, I hit the target. You gotta find a better strategy..." Buu said as he zipped through the forest to seek out other victims.

"God, how can that guy win 3 games straight of paintball?!" Trunks said to himself, now looking as though he had blood on him from the red paint.

Bra, having tried to keep her outfit paint-free, hid in the hollow trunk of an old tree, awaiting someone to come by. She had already shot her father a few times with her green paint, which he didn't like very much. Lucky for her, her ki wasn't exactly the highest of the group so no one would really concentrate on sensing her.

Bra, along with Trunks, Vegeta, Bulma, and Buu were playing. Bra and Bulma with green, Vegeta and Trunks with blue, and Buu with red. Buu had easily won a few games, but she would get him... someday. She had shifty eyes as she exited the tree trunk. Then, above her, red paint plundered down towards her.

"Ha! No one can get me!" Buu declared.

"We'll see about that." Bra said, taking careful aim and firing. Buu, in the middle of his victory dance was not paying attention as he was bombarded with green paint. He sighed angrily.

"You haven't seen the last of me!" Buu proclaimed as he phased out. Bra shook her head.

"Sometimes I think that guy has a higher ego than my father." Bra said, sweatdropping.

Vegeta quietly stepped through the forest area, trying not to break any twigs or step on any leaves under him. Green paint mostly covered him, along with some red. His daughter and wife had mostly gotten him. So from this point on he had revenge on his mind. He tried to concentrate on their individual ki's, but it prooved to be a challenge. Finally locking onto his wife, he phased out and appeared behind her.

Bulma felt a slight wind behind her, but didn't pay much attention to it. She looked around, hoping to see someone to get. But after no prevail, she started to notice a presence behind her. When she was about to turn around, a gun was put up to her back.

"Don't even try and get away..." Came Vegeta's voice. She looked back at him and saw the large smirk plastered on his face.

"I'm obligated to try." Bulma said, swinging her gun around and getting Vegeta. She scurried away as fast as she could. Vegeta growled and followed after her.

They continued with their game, each getting hit at least once, even Buu.

--Gohan's House--

Cell's eyes were glued to the TV screen, having been one of the many victims that have been warped by the almightly television. He sat cross-legged and slumped over with his face about 2 inches or less from the screen.

"Whatcha watchin...?" Pan said, walking by.

"Shhh!" Cell said, putting his finger up to his mouth.

"Geez, I just asked a question."

"SHHH!!!"

"Fine!" Pan stomped out of the living room. Cell ripped his eyes from the screen and looked to wear she had went. He simply rolled his eyes and went back to his telelvision program. Gohan came in the room, his arms crossed and his eyebrows knitted together. He looked at Cell and growled.

"Cell! Get up and do something around here!" Gohan said.

"Like what?" Cell said annoyingly, not looking away from the TV.

"How about you chop some wood?!" Gohan said, taking an axe and throwing it to Cell. It barely missed his head and collided with the TV.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?!"

"You needed to snap out of that pathetic trance!"

"I was in no trance! And you just ruined a perfectly good TV!" Cell said.

"He's right, Honey. That's the 3rd one you've trashed out of anger this week." Videl said.

"Don't side with him!" Gohan said.

"Who ever said I was? I'm just stating a fact." Videl said.

"Whatever, but Cell, take that axe and start chopping that wood. NOW." Gohan said.

"Fine." Cell said, getting up. He took the wedged axe from the shattered TV and headed out the door. Much to his dismay, he found before him what seemed like a mountain of wood.

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A/N: How was that? I hope it was alright. I'll to update as frequently as I can!