Spiritual Misadventures
By:Evan McNeely
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my ideas and myself, take them and die.
"Speech" Thoughts Emphasis
(My notes)
Chapter Seven: The search continues and more searching happens with less blowup dolls.
Vegeta almost dropped the traumatized Shira as they were flying over Orange Star City. "I'VE GOT A BLIP!!!"
Shira moaned in agony. "Will it make the images stop?" She asked pitifully.
"Nope. But it'll show us the last dragonball!" Vegeta sang out cheerily as he changed directions and started to head towards the slums of Orange City. "It's kinda weird that it would be here, and such a faint blip.. No wonder we missed it."
Shira just moaned.
Vegeta touched down in front of a well kept white board bungalow with a quaint picket fence that barely kept the forty bottles and bullet casings off the freshly mowed lawn. Vegeta unhinged the latch and started down the gravel pathway, leaving Shira and the dragonballs on the side of the road. He glanced around as he approached the screen door and saw nothing suspicious, feeling confident he rang the doorbell.
"I'll be there in a minute." A kindly voice called from inside the house and soon Vegeta could hear footsteps approaching the door from the other room.
Vegeta looked back to Shira who was currently retching in the ditch that ran down the street. "Ooh. Is she O.K?" The kindly voice asked from behind Vegeta. He spun around and smiled kindly at the elderly lady standing in the doorway.
"I'm sure she's alright." Vegeta stated, still smiling.
"Probably morning sickness.. Happens a lot round here." the lady said, looking sadly at Shira who just rolled over and started holding the dragonballs to her chest while in the fetal position. "Either that or bad crack..."
"Yes... well.... I was wondering if you had a golden orb in your possession? Preferably translucent with seven stars in the center." Vegeta said, getting straight to the point.
"DRAGONBAIL!?" the old lady exclaimed. "You're after dragonbail? Why my grandson is after the same thing... he has mine... it's the seven star dragonbail, like what you're looking for." She said as Shira let out a long, eerie moan.
The pair in the doorway looked briefly at Shira then turned back to each other. "Yes. I'm looking for the seven star.. Dragon..bail." Vegeta said, unsure of what he was telling this lady.
"Hmm... well.. You just talk with my grandson Slack... him and his friend Grassy are downstairs playing with the dragonbail right now.. I'm sure they'll let you have it as long as your nice."
"Thank you Ma'am." Vegeta said, trying his best to be polite.
"SLACK!!! GRASSY!!!!" The old lady bellowed surprising Vegeta and earning another moan from Shira.
"GRANDMA!! IT'S SLICK AND GREASY!!! NOT SLACK AND GRASSY!!!!" The response came from somewhere else in the house.
Vegeta unconsciously took a step backwards. Slick and Greasy? Those are the assholes who tried to rob me way back when.... how is this nice old lady their grandma? He thought as Slick's grandma continued to bellow.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU PUNKS CALL YOURSELVES THESE DAYS!!! YOU'VE GOT COMPANY!!! I'M SENDING HIM DOWNSTAIRS AND IT HAD BEST BE CLEAN!!!"
"YES GRANDMA!!" Came the response.
"I'm sorry sonny.. But it might be a tad messy down there, Slack and Grassy aren't in the least bit tidy." Slick's grandma said apologetically.
"That's ok.. I don't mind a bit of a mess." said Vegeta.
"What a nice boy." Slick's grandma said as Vegeta made his way to the basement.
Shira just kept moaning.
Vegeta carefully maneuvered his way past various stacks of manga and anime tapes until he reached a door in the basement marked 'Slick and Greasy's ultra secret hideout' and a sign under that which read, 'located in Slick's mom's house'. Huh.. I thought that was his grandma... that's what he called her.... I guess his mom's not here. He thought as he rapped on the door.
"It's open!" Came a response from inside.
The second Vegeta stepped in his vision was blocked and it felt like someone was hitting him with something. "YOU'LL NEVER GET OUR DRAGONBAIL MARKY MARK!!! WE TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULD ONLY LOOK AT IT!!!" Two voices screamed in unison as something kept hitting Vegeta.
Just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. "Wait... Marky Mark is like 6 feet tall... this guy is like three foot nothing..."
There was silence for about thirty seconds when another voice spoke up. "IT'S MARKY MARK'S LITTLE BROTHER JOHNY JOHN!!!!"
"HIT IM!!!"
With that Vegeta grabbed whatever was on his head and pulled it off to find himself standing in a room, holding a pillow case and about to be accosted by two men in tight leather wielding baseball bats. Vegeta grinned as the pari of them suddenly dropped their bats. "It's him." The pair said in unison. "It's the keeper."
At that Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. "The keeper?" He queried.
"Yeah... you're here for the dragonbail right? Is seven enough?" The one on the left asked.
"Yeah... seven is fine." Vegeta said, still very much confused.
"Good.. Greasy, go get the keeper the seven bail." Said the one on the right. The one on the left, who had a glistening chin nodded and walked out of the room, returning shortly with the seven star dragonball on a red pillow. He presented the ball to Vegeta who took it off the pillow and turned to leave.
"Wait!" The greasy chinned one exclaimed. "What about our wish?"
"Hmm? What wish?" Vegeta asked, turning to face the pair.
"We want our wish." The non-greasy chinned one stated.
"Oh... OH RIIIGHT. The wish.. Let's go outside." Vegeta said as he turned and began heading outside. Slick and Greasy shrugged and followed him.
Once they were outside and on the street Vegeta turned to face the pair. "Well, what do you want?"
"We want to be able to jump higher than you!" Slick yelled, thrusting his fist in the air for emphasis.
Vegeta held back a chuckle. "Ok. It is done."
"Huh... what about the dragon?"
"And dragonjail?"
"OH.. I take care of that within the dragonbail." Vegeta said, improvising.
"Oh... Ok... LET'S HAVE A JUMPING CONTEST!! I wanna try out my new powers!!" Greasy exclaimed stretching his legs in preparation.
"Fine." Said Vegeta. "You go first."
Greasy nodded, he then got low to the ground and took off into the air jumping 5 feet vertically. Vegeta smiled and motioned for Slick to take his turn. Slick smiled back and jumped 4 feet in the air. He looked smugly at Vegeta, and motioned for Vegeta to take his turn. Vegeta sighed and hopped 2 feet straight up and landed in front of the pair who were laughing hysterically.
"IT WORKED!!! WE ARE THE HIGHEST JUMPERS IN THE WORLD!!! THE DRAGONBAIL WORKED!!" The pair then high-fived, both of them jumping as high as they could. After the high five and a bit more comradery the pair turned to where Vegeta had been to find that he had taken off and the girl was gone with him.
"Keepers are strange." Greasy stated blandly.
Slick just nodded and the pair headed back inside, completely somber.
"Some Chicken soups are bad. But Chubba Chunkies isn't. Oh no!! Not bad at all! Some might even go as far as saying it is half decent or even good! But it generally leans more towards the half decent mark." Vegeta sang as he carried Shira and the dragonballs back to their old apartment. He landed on the rooftop and arranged the dragonballs which started reacting instantly. Within a minute a massive dragon sprouted out of the balls with an powerful flash of light and the release of much energy.
"WHO HAS SUMMONED SHENRON, DRAGON OF EARTH!?!" Demanded the dragon.
"I DID!!!" Vegeta hollered. "AND I DEMAND A WISH!!!"
"I SHALL GRANT ONE WISH, IF IT IS WITHIN MY POWER TO GRANT!!" Shenron bellowed.
"I DEMAND TO BE AGED ALONG WITH MY COMPANION!!!" Vegeta yelled.
"IT CAN BE DONE!! TO WHAT AGE DO YOU DEMAND!?"
"19!!"
"THE WORLD SHALL PASS YOU BY BUT YOU WILL BE 19 YEARS OF AGE!! YOUR BODIES SHALL BE KEPT IN KAME'S TOWER, WITHIN THE HYPERBOLIC TIME CHAMBER, NONE SHALL USE IT BUT YOU FOR THIS TIME!!"
"Umm... OK!!!"
There was a great flash and Vegeta, Shira, Shenron and the dragonballs were gone.
End of Chapter
Author's notes: (I'm on a freaken roll!!! Two chapters (albeit short) in one day!! Best of all the series is going the way I want it to!!! YAY!!! Well.. I'll write more later. Bye)
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