Out of Hell
Chapter 15 - Bulma's Party Part II
A/N: Alright. I'm tired of this. if these flames keep coming up, I'm gonna have to start blocking anonymous reviews. for the people who are anonymous and want to review on my stories, please get an account. they're free, and you don't have to be a writer to get one. You can always change your name and stuff, so its just easier.
Tell me something... haven't any of these flamers ever heard of 'Don't say anything if you don't have anything good to say' ?
Also, sorry Norgash for getting so angry... that really wasn't one of my good days.
also, just to point this out, some of you are spelling update wrong XD;;;
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Capsule Corp. - 15 minutes later--
The three continued to argue as the whole party gathered together; luckily some of the physical contact had stopped.
"Pass the popcorn." Jeice said to Burter, who was greedily stuffing his face.
"No way! Get your own!" Burter hissed as he refused.
"Why should I!"
"Because I said so!" They growled at each other like ravenous wolves with their prey. Ginyu hushed them.
"Would you stop? I'm trying to listen!" He growled.
"Yes sir..." The two sulked and began watching again.
"Just who do you think you are!" Buu shouted to Frieza.
"Overlord of the universe, that's who!" Frieza shot back.
"You wish, shithead!" Buu tackled frieza to the ground and pinned him down.
"DOGPILE!" Cell shouted and jumped up a yard then slammed down on top of them. A cloud of dust formed and the people struggled to see through it. There were the three, practically uncontious.
Pan snarled, "How pathetic..." she started poking them with a twig she had picked up on the ground. Silence followed by mumbles and laughter was heard throughout the crowd as they once again dispersed. Pan then broke the twig and threw it aside as she got up and looked around.
"Man, guys can be such brutes." Bra said, standing next to Pan.
"Yeah... hey, you think Marron is here?"
"She should be." Bra looked around then pointed, "There she is!"
Pan looked over and smiled. She ran over, Bra tagging along.
"Hey, Marron!"
"Oh, hey, guys!" Marron said, smiling.
"How are you? I haven't seen you in ages."
"Pretty good I guess. How about you?"
"Getting by."
"How about you, Bra?"
"I'm doin pretty well." She replied.
"Well that's good. Hey, you know those guys over there?" She pointed as the three started to get up, though all they did was tumble back down.
"Yeah, actually, they're living with us... the one in green lives with me right now, the one in black and yellow in living with Bra, and the other is living with Grandpa Goku."
"Oh, I see. What are their names?"
Pan paused for a moment. "Um... the one living with me is Joe, the one living with Bra is Bob, and the one living with Grandpa is... George. Yeah, that's their names."
"Huh. Those are strange names."
"Uh, yeah, their parents were fans of America..."
"So their American names... hm." Marron started walking over to them.
"GET OFFA MEE!" Frieza's muffled yell rang out.
"Nah, I think I'll go to sleep." Buu said, putting pressure under him.
"HEY! I said get off!"
"Uh, guys, maybe you shouldn't start such a big scene." Marron said.
Frieza pushed the two off of him and got up to brush himself off, "Well, if these morons hadn't started it..."
"Hey, we didn't start anything!" Cell yelled, shaking his fist.
"Yeah, yer the one who started it!" Buu defended.
Marron laughed. "C'mon, boys, calm down and get something to eat. It might do you some good to eat at seperate tables, too."
Frieza stared at Marron as she spoke, still looking in that direction even after she had left to get her own food. He shook out of it and went to the food table as well, regardless if he had already ate. He soon found himself following her to the table she was going to, where Krillin and 18 were also seated. Frieza realized where he was going and jerked back slightly, looking around for another table, all seemed to be full. He sighed and went over anyway.
"Is it alright if I sit here? Seems to be nowhere else to go." He said politely, forcing a smile upon his face.
"Sure, why not?" Krillin said, smiling. 18 took a look at him and got a suspicious feeling about him. She narrowed her eyes slightly but quickly got them back to normal as he sat down.
"Thanks, really."
"Um, wasn't your name George?" Marron said.
Frieza blinked. "George?"
"Yeah... that's what Pan said, anyway."
"Oh, uh, yeah, its... George..."
"Well, nice to meet you, George! I'm Krillin." Krillin said, extending his hand across the table.
Frieza shook his hand, "Likewise..." He then looked at Krillin more closely.
'Wait... isn't that the monkey's friend that I killed...?' A grimace covered his face as he thought this. He remembered how he simply blew him up.
18's voice broke his thoughts, "And you can call me 18."
Marron smiled. "They're my parents. Oh, and I'm Marron."
Frieza only nodded as he began to eat, as did the rest of them. Krillin soon got a conversation going, though Frieza had tuned out most of the first part.
"So then, he blasted me and blew me up! Now, how much meaner can ya get?" Krillin said, waving his fork.
"What a jerk!" Marron shouted.
"Yeah, I know... luckily Trunks was able to kill him." Krillin chuckled, "Poor guy didn't know what hit him, just a slash of Trunks' sword and Frieza was gone."
Frieza's eyes narrowed and his fist started shaking uncontrollably. The fork he was holding started to melt and the table shook.
"Huh?" Marron gasped as she saw these things happen. Frieza, realizing what he was doing, soon calmed down.
"What was that...?" Krillin said.
"I dunno, but it was weird."
18 turned her attention to Frieza. Her eyes narrowed again as she saw him look away. Her vision slipped down to his fork.
'He was... melting it... he must've been angry... but at what?' She thought.
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A/N: Alright, that's all for now... I'll be sure to write more, Im gonna start on the next chapter right now! sorry to all of you who waited so long. And I know its short, sorry bout that.