Out of Hell
Chapter 9 - Unintentional Fighting
A/N: Um... Flo, Dark Goku... I love that your 'reviews' count but uh if you don't mind... I'd like to keep the review board for... well... reviews... I don't want it to be a message board or something...
-nervously- Heh heh... and, I'm not making fun of Frieza's hieght, I swear!!
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Goku returned with a tray piled high with burgers and fries, licking his lips as he stared down at them. He set it on the table and took his share as Frieza took his. He smelt it and cringed.
"Sickening..." Frieza said.
"At least try it! Besides, your gonna have to eat sometime!" Goku said.
"Fine... but if it tastes bad, I'm taking it out on you!"
"Heh heh... well, I just hope you like it!"
"You'd better hope..." Frieza removed the wrapper and stared at his sandwhich long and hard.
"Well, after you eat up we can talk to that girl!"
"Then I better eat slowly."
"Well I know I'm not!!" Goku tore through his sandwiches-- and his french fries-- eating them so fast Frieza couldn't believe it. He just sat there, staring at the saiyan. He took one last look at the sandwich before taking a bite out of it. He chewed slowly, taking in the flavor. He soon swallowed. Goku, having finished, waited in anticipation.
"DISGUSTING!!" He roared, nearly attracting stares from everyone in that part of the mall.
"Its not that bad!!"
"Yes it is! Don't you EVER make me eat human food again!"
"But then how are you gonna live?"
"I have ways..." He cringed at the sandwich again as he merely looked at it.
"If you don't want it, I'll have it!" He chirped.
"Fine with me." Frieza tossed his food in Goku's face. Goku just caught it all in his mouth.
"Mmm... now, that was good!"
"Whatever, monkey. Now, can we get out of here?"
"No way! You gotta go over to the girl!"
"I have to?"
"Yes!" Goku pulled Frieza out of his chair and pushed him to the counter.
"Monkey, STOP PUSHING ME!!"
"Will you go on your own?"
"No."
"Then I have to." He smiled. The girl blinked as she saw them slowly getting to the counter.
"May I help you?" She said, looking at the both of them. Frieza just looked away and crossed his arms.
"Yes, see, this is my friend Frieza, and he finds you attractive!" Goku proclaimed, patting Frieza on the back. As soon as Goku said that he started to yell at the saiyan.
"IT WAS YOUR IDEA YOU LITTLE PILE OF SHIT!!" Frieza shouted, shaking his fist at him. She giggled as she watched.
"Well... it just so happens I'm free in a few minutes... so maybe we could all go through the mall or something." She said."Sounds great! We'll wait for you." Goku said, covering Frieza's mouth (to keep any rude comments from slipping out) and leading him back to their table. Frieza hmphed under his hand as he was being dragged to his seat.
--Capsule Corp.--
"You can't expect us to eat a penguin!!" Trunks shouted.
"Why not?" Buu said innocently. The penguin squirmed in Buu's grip, trying to break free, but to no avail.
"Because its a helpless bird of the artic!!" Bra said, trying the take the poor bird from his arms, but finding he wouldn't let go.
"Oh, c'mon... its just a bird..." Buu said.
"I agree with him for once. Let's eat it." Vegeta said.
"Dad!!" Bra shouted, "Buu, LET GO!!" she continued, tugging harder. Trunks pitched in too, trying to free the penguin. Buu hung on easily, rethinking his meal.
"Fine. We won't eat it if you don't want to..." Buu said, letting go. The two siblings flew back onto the floor, the penguin with them.
"Buu, your so nice!" Bra said after getting up. She went up to him and swung her arms around his neck. Buu blushed as she continued to speak. "How about we keep it as a pet? We can name it Freddie!"
"Freddie? Why Freddie?" Vegeta said.
"Because its a cute name!" She said.
"Can't you think of a cool japanese name?" Trunks said.
"Hmph." She looked at Buu, who she still had her arms wrapped around. "What's wrong?"
"I was just wondering why you're hanging onto me..." Buu said.
"Oh, sorry!!" Bra said, instantly drawing back and blushing.
"Heh heh looks like someone has a soft spot for Buu..." Trunks teased.
"Yeah, probably you. You always were gay." Bra shot back.
"I was referring to you! AND I'M NOT GAY!!"
"Then why don't you have a girlfriend?"
"BECAUSE!! And the same could be said of you!"
"What are you implying?!"
"That your a lesbo!!"
"Are you crazy?!" Buu looked at each of them as they shouted comebacks, coming to the conclusion that they had practice with arguing. It was pretty apparent. Vegeta wasn't fascinated with their arguing, just annoyed.
"WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT UP!! We all know your both STRAIGHT so why don't you give it a rest?!" Vegeta yelled. Bra and Trunks shrunk away, knowing not to get under their father's skin.
--Gohan's House--
Pan lay on her bed, clenching her pillow to her chest. She wondered how her father could be so... horrible. She always knew her father to be the caring, forgiving man. Now she might be pushed to think differently. Her thoughts soon drifted to Cell. She had always heard such horrible stories about him, yet, to her, he was willing to let her be with him, he was willing to be nice to her, and she hoped that he was willing... to love her.
"Maybe this can work out... but I can only hope Papa lets up a little..." Pan said to herself. She got up and looked out the window, her pillow still being held against her body. She watched as Cell mowed the grass. after 5 minutes of that, she merely sat on her bed and turned on the TV. There was no use in moping all day.
Cell finally finished after at least 25 minutes, it being a pretty big backyard. He was just glad it wasn't any bigger. He walked in the house and sat down on the couch.
"Can you tell Pan dinner will be ready in 10 minutes?" Videl said.
"Sure." Cell said as he got up and made his way to her room.
'Cell sure seems different, though... I just hope he doesn't turn on us or anything.' She thought to herself, continuing to prepare the meal. She wondered if Pan and him might actually make a good couple. Pan did always complain all the boys were scared of her.
Cell approached her room and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Pan said, fliping through the channels.
"Me, Cell." Cell said.
"Oh." Pan said, getting up and going to the door. She opened it. "What's up?"
"Your mom just said to tell you that dinner will be ready in 10 minutes." He said, leaning on the doorway.
"Oh, alright. Hey, don't mind my father... He's not usually like this..."
"Yeah, I know... its just because of me."
"Perhaps, but hopefully he gets used to having you here."
"Hopefully. But at least your mother doesn't hate me."
"Yeah, that's true." She laughed slightly.
"Well, how about we get to dinner? It's not bad to be early."
"True. Ok, we'll go. I hope Mom made something good." She walked passed Cell and to the kitchen, him soon following. Gohan already sat at the table, waiting patiently. Pan sat on Gohan's left, Cell sat across from him, leaving Videl to sit on his right. Videl sat a big pot of spaghetti and a pan of garlic bread on the table. Everyone licked their lips as they loaded their plates with food. The table was silent. Videl nudged Gohan. He looked at her and sighed.
"Cell," Gohan started. "I realize that I can't just work you like a slave, and I'm... sorry... for that." He read off the sticky note stuck to his hand that was concealed under the table.
Pan and Cell perked up as Videl smiled.
"Also, Pan," He started once again. "I'm sorry and now I see that I can't make you hate him, so I guess I will allow you to be friends... BUT NOTHING MORE!!" He added on his own little part. He then put the sticky note on the bottom of the table so it would not be found.
"Now that sounds like my Papa!" Pan said, reaching over and kissing him on the cheek.
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A/N: I've been getting that my chapters are short oO well, I happen to think they're not... I know some stories have them longer, but others are merely a paragraph! Not to be mean, though... I'm just saying... (besides, they've gotten longer since I first started writing... much, longer) but, uh, sorry guys it took so long! I guess I just wasn't in the mood to write often enough.