THE NEW YEARS DEBACLE
CHAPTER 4
'What is WRONG with Goten!?' Bura screamed mentally as she stormed into her room and struggled out of her dress. First he starts acting really strange around her, then he starts following her around, then he spills a can of beer all over her!
And that Uub! What a creep! Sorting through her dirty under wear. The thought of him touching her things sent shivers up her spine. She couldn't wait until she saw Uub get the crap beat out of him by her father.
Bura start scouring her closet for something to wear. Bura had specially bought that dress for the party, she wasn't even sure if she could find something else to replace it. 'Goten is getting my dry-cleaning bill,' Bura grumbled, throwing possible alternative dresses on the bed.
Uub was lost. He'd been looking for Bura's room in the maze that was Capsule Corp.'s living quarters for a while now. All the corridors looked the same, and this house was so big that he really could be anywhere. What made matters worst was that someone had informed Bura's father, Vegeta, of what he'd done and now he had a murderous Saiyan on his tail.
Uub was being very careful to keep his power level down low so that Vegeta would not be able to home in on him and he could blend in easily with all the other power levels of the party guests. At one point, Uub had spotted Vegeta at the end of a corridor, searching for him. Luckily, Uub had ducked into a closet before Vegeta spotted him, and had gotten away.
Uub rounded a corner and found a window that ran along the left side of the hallway. Looking out of the window, he could see clearly out into the yard. This might be his ticket out of here.
Opening the window, Uub slipped out and slid down the slanted dome house, from the second story to the ground. Landing silently on the dewy grass, Uub made to take to the air so he could get back to his apartment where he could sleep this nightmare off.
Then he saw it, a light was on in a window on the second level of the mansion, casting shadows across the lawn. That must be Bura's room; Bura had been the only one upstairs who owned a room in the house. She must have retreated to her room after Uub scared her.
Uub looked around and saw a drainpipe running from the roof of the multi- storeyed mansion to the ground. Normally, he would have just flown up to Bura's window to talk to her, but using his Ki could tip Vegeta off to his position.
Uub wasted no time in scrambling up the pipe, which fortunately ran past Bura's large window. Uub peered in through the window but couldn't see Bura anywhere. It was then that Bura walked into the room from the adjoining bathroom. Wearing only a bra and panties.
"Uh-oh," Uub muttered. But Bura's heightened hearing, due to the Saiyan genetics in her blood, picked up his voice. She spun around and spotted him, staring at her through the window.
Bura screamed as loud as she possibly could. She scrambled over to her bed and pulled the quilt against her torso, desperately trying to save her dignity.
"Daddy! Goten! PERVERT!!!" Bura screamed, too scared to do much else. Uub was so surprised by this turn of events that all he could think of to do was run. Run for his life. He tried to detach from the drainpipe yet found that his hand was caught, stuck between the pipe and the outer wall. His hands were too big to pull free.
"PERVERT!!! PERVERT!!!"
Goten had been sulking around at the party downstairs, trying to be social, but in the end decided to go apologise to his girlfriend. He'd ruined her dress after all. As he walked up the stairs and down the familiar corridor to her room, Goten heard wild screaming coming from Bura's room.
Goten suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He was having vivid flash backs of the dream he'd had only last night. He started running down the corridor, skidding to a halt outside her door. His hand paused above the knob. Did he really want to see what was going on in there?
"Get out! Just get out!" Came Bura's voice through the door. Goten froze.
"I've been trying to for the past minute, but I'm stuck!" A man's muffled voice joined hers. "It's just too big!"
Goten gasped, his dream had come true! Bura was cheating! And the mental images he was getting weren't very comforting.
"You're stuck!?" Bura asked the man. "I don't believe that for a second! Just pull it out!"
"It's too tight in there!" the man cried.
"Oh, come on! I'm naked here!"
"I know, I know! Ow, it hurts! I'm just going to have to push it back in." Goten heard the man grunting with effort. He was so overcome by the mental images, that he felt like he was about to cry. Bura was having an affair. He turned and headed back down the hallway . . .
"It's almost free," Uub said as he moved his hand back and forth, trying to loosen it. Finally, his hand came away from the drainpipe.
"GO AWAY!" Bura screamed. "PERVERT!!! PERVERT!!!" Her face was flushed with rage; she would have KILLED him if she had her clothes on.
In his bid to free his hand, Uub had actually dislodged the drainpipe from its socket in the gutter on the roof. It teetered for a moment before it started to lean backwards. Uub clung to the side of the building, watching as the long, curved pipe fell towards the lawn below. It was then that Uub's eyes came to rest on a figure on the lawn. It was Vegeta, staring up at him.
Uub gulped. This looked bad. Vegeta's eyes were almost glowing red as he focused on the boy who was peeping on his baby girl through the window. Uub knew that Vegeta could very well kill him if he chose to. Lucky for Uub, the pipe swung towards Vegeta, who really hadn't noticed it in his stunned rage, and struck him on the head. Vegeta went down like a ton of bricks. The hit hadn't knocked him out, but it had slowed him down. Vegeta lay stunned for a moment on the grass before moaning and trying to pull himself back to his feet while rubbing his head.
Thanking the Gods for this lucking break, Uub slid down the side of the building again and disappeared back into the house. He would straighten out this mess and clear his name if it killed him. He just had to find a way to talk to Bura without being killed by her father first.
10:11 pm, New Years Eve, Mount Pazou area. . .
Trunks woke with a start. He'd been asleep for about eight hours, his head pounding with an insane headache. He was suddenly hit with an immense sense of guilt; here he was sleeping in a warm car while his girlfriend was out there braving the cold. He was also supposed to be awake, guarding the car, but who can stay awake when you're as drunk as an aging Texan whore?
Sitting up, despite his headache, he swivelled around to see who had woken him. Wiping the condensation off the windscreen, he saw a tow truck pull up in front of Pan's street machine. His girlfriend hopped out of the passenger side, looking very dishevelled and cold. An older man got out of the driver's side and started hooking the front of the car up to the back of his truck.
Pan opened the driver's side door and got in. She sighed in relief as her body met the warmth. "Hi," she offered. "I'm freezing! The heat in his truck isn't working."
"The heat in this car isn't working either," Trunks reminded her.
"I know, yet it's still surprisingly warm. You must have been sitting in here for a while to keep it warm like this," Pan said.
"Well I wasn't asleep if that's what you're thinking!" Trunks cried suddenly. Pan just stared at him.
"How's your head?" She asked finally. "Are you sober?"
"Yes," Trunks groaned as if it were his mother who had asked the question. "But I've got a major headache so don't talk too loud. What took you so long anyway?"
"Trunks, I don't know if you've noticed but . . . WE'VE BROKEN DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! There is also a SNOW STORM raging out there and there are killer squirrels looking to steal my watch! I've been traipsing all over these mountains in the blistering cold looking for a tow-truck only to come back and find my hung-over boyfriend who turns to me and says, 'Hey Pan! What took you so long babe'!?"
"I don't recall saying 'babe'." Trunks paused. "Killer squirrels?"
"Don't ask."
Don the mechanic came and knocked on Pan's window at that moment. Pan wound it down as he said, "I'm only goin' to tow ye ma'am, not hook ye up to the crane. I don't want to put me truck under any stress in this here weather."
Pan set the irate Trunks in the Driver's seat and got back into the truck. They set off driving without too many hiccoughs, Don towing and Trunks steering the dead street machine. They got to the first corner when Don noticed that Trunks wasn't doing anything to steer the car. Don pulled over, got out and disappeared behind the truck. Pan watch as Don came storming back in after some heated words.
They set off again, and as they came another corner, Trunks yet again failed to steer the car around the corner. Pan was so embarrassed. What boyfriend can't 'steer' a car? Don got out to have another word with Trunks and Pan followed this time.
As it turned out, Trunks had no idea how to unlock the steering on the car so the car had been forced to travel in a straight line. Don was getting frustrated; he obviously had better things to do. Pan on the other hand, sighed. 'Did anything else want to go wrong?' She wondered. All she wanted to do was go home. Was that so much to ask?
Pan ended up steering the car through the slick roads and blistering weather for an hour and a half all the way back to the mechanic's. She was so tired that if the trip had taken any longer, she would surely be asleep at the wheel. Fortunately they arrived safely and stored the car away in the garage for the rest of the evening, having been told that Don would begin work on it tomorrow.
10:52 pm, Capsule Corp.
Marron watched in curiosity as several workmen began setting up the fireworks for midnight on Capsule Corp.'s large lawn. Some were setting up barriers to hold spectators out of harm's way, while others planted the rockets into the moist ground then aimed them at the sky.
Marron had finally summoned the nerve to step out of the bathroom and return to the party scene. She'd been sulking in there for nearly an hour before she'd reminded herself that this was not what the new Marron would do, and came back downstairs.
Looking around to be sure that no one was watching, Marron crossed a bright orange barrier and walked towards a lone worker, swaying her hips all the way.
"Hi there," Marron smiled when she reached the young man who was setting up a row of fireworks. He glanced up at her from his position; kneeling on the ground.
"Hey," he answered indifferently, keeping his back to her.
"I bet it takes a strong man to lift these things," Marron said suggestively, motioning towards the stack of fireworks.
"Not really," the man answered. "They're mainly a mixture of gunpowder, strontium compounds and charcoal in a paper tube. They're not too heavy."
Marron sighed; this wasn't going anywhere. She needed to be firm with this one. As he stood up, Marron grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him to face her. She then plunged forward and started ravaging his mouth, kissing him in a fevered passion. The young man was so surprised that all he could do was relax and accept the kiss. After making-out with him for a minute, Marron stepped back and feigned innocence. She drew back her hand and slapped him across the face with enough force to snap his head the other way. He rubbed the offended cheek in confusion.
She pretended to gasp in offence. "How dare you!? I'm a young girl!" Marron said dramatically. She dove forward and started kissing him again with passion, hitching a thigh up against his hip. Marron giggled internally, 'I saw all that in a movie once . . .'
She then wrenched her lips away from his and went to slap him again, but this time, the worker grabbed her hand before the strike. "Ah . . . look, I'm going to go . . . over there," he pointed then walked away, a little confused.
Marron watch him go silently, then huffed, "Some people are just weird." She turned and went back inside to find another guy to make-out with.