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Chapter 4: Goten Needs a Vacation
Goku, Goten, and M. Gohan landed in front of the small house in the middle of nowhere. They were all hoping beyond hope that they weren't late for dinner. There were two main reasons that they didn't want to be late.
Reason number one: They were saiyans, and saiyans can't go without food.
Reason number two: If they were late for dinner, Chi Chi would kill them.
M. Gohan looked at the postcard picture in front of him. There were two quaint little home sitting side by side with smoke curling up from the chimney, there were snow capped mountains in the background and luscious forest all around. Gohan had missed this, the peace of the wilderness, the sigh of the wind, and the chirping of the birds, or the roaring of a 200 ft. tall dinosaur trying to eat him. In his timeline Gohan had moved to the city with his mother to help in the rebuilding of civilization, not to mention that most of the forests had been destroyed and the mountains were massive piles of rubble. Gohans' home had been in ruins, the surrounding area had been a desolate wasteland. Gohan was woken from his thoughts when three sets of stomachs growled, the son family ran up to the house and began filling through the front door.
-- Son Residence Kitchen --
Son Chi Chi was just finishing up dinner preparations when she heard the front door open and close. Without turning around she began bossing around her nearly late (late, as in for supper, or late as in dead?) family members. "You're cutting it kind of close aren't you? Now get upstairs and get cleaned up, or no supper." Chi Chi turned around to emphasize her speech by waving a wooden spoon in the direction of her irresponsible husband. Goku and his two sons both winced when they saw her turn around and wave something at them, But they calmed down when they saw it wasn't the frying pan of doom. The middle aged woman never got around to much spoon waving. Chi Chi paused and counted the people in the room. 'One Goku, Check. One Goten, Check. One Videl, Check. One newborn Pan, Check. One Ox King, Check. Two Gohans, Check.' Chi Chi paused in her thought process. 'Two Gohans?'
Chi Chi looked at her husband suddenly, "Someone's not getting supper until they explain to me what's going on."
"Well..." Goku began and once again explained the story as to why there were two Gohans. "...And that's the whole story." Goku finished his tale roughly ten minutes later and began salivating in the direction of the food that his wife had just finished placing on the table. Chi Chi glared at the hunger struck man and began growling. "Son Goku, you are not eating until you get cleaned up." Chi Chi finished her sentence only to find that she had been talking to an after image of her husband. Goku had raced off towards the bathroom before Chi Chi had even finished speaking.
After the Son family had finished having their very large supper, M. Gohan sat on the couch playing with little baby Pan. He wished that he could have had a life like this, having his own children, but instead, his world was in shambles and most people were to nervous to go out and meet other people, most people had become accustomed to solitude. He tickled Pans feet and she was giggling, M. Gohan smiled down at his past selves daughter. Gohan, Videl, and Chi Chi were watching them. Goten was watching T.V. with his Father, and Ox King had gone home. Goku was looking over at the doorway that his father-in-law had just left through. "You know Chi Chi, we really should get a bigger door installed for him. It shouldn't require that much butter to get someone out of the house."
Chi Chi looked at her husband and replied in an irritated tone, "Well Goku, I remember I told you to do that a Couple decades ago, but you were always too busy training, or trying to get my little Gohan killed when you went off to fight some bad guys." Chi Chi humphed and turned away from the black haired man.
Goku looked around the room for an escape route from his angry wife, when he couldn't find one he decided to pull out the old stand by, "Well I guess it's time to hit the hay." Goku turned off the T.V. and jumped off the couch. "We have a busy day tomorrow. We got some catching up to do, Right Gohan, ummm, the older one." Goku said unsure of what to call his sons. Goku recieved a nod in response.
As Gohan, Videl, and Pan were leaving to go to their house next door, Goku spoke up. "Hey Gohan, I thought we'd go fishing tomorrow after Breakfast, you up for it?"
"Sure thing," Gohan said happily. "I'd love to. Your coming, Right?" Gohan directed the last part to his future counterpart.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." M. Gohan said happily.
-- Morning --
The son family were all asleep, or that's what Goten thought, 'it's to early for anyone to be up.' Or that's what Goten thought every morning, before...
"BREAKFAST" Goten heard his mom scream in, what was for her, an indoor voice.
Goten shot out of bed so fast, he completely forgot that he had another body sleeping in his room now.
"MMMGPHMMXFG" Goten heard this as he stepped out of his bedroom door. He turned around to see a thirty year old Gohan holding his face. "Geez Goten, watch where your going." M. Gohan yelled at his brother.
"Sorry Bro," Goten called, "But, it's breakfast time."
Gohan got up from his bed to race down to the kitchen for some good food. Normally Gohan would have been up just as fast as Goten, but all the excitement from yesterday and the time traveling experience had take a toll on his body and he was a bit more tired then usual. none the less he came down for breakfast at about the speed of sound.
After the Son family finished their eating fiasco called breakfast, the males filed out of the house and met up with Gohan on their way to go fishing in the river near there house.
-- Capsule Corp. --
Vegeta was walking down from his bedroom to the kitchen to get breakfast. As he walked past the living room he saw the namek standing in the same spot he had been since yesterday. Apparently Piccolo had fallen asleep after everyone had left, or else he was in a deep meditation. Vegeta shrugged his shoulders and continued towards the kitchen and sat down between his two sons to have breakfast, which consisted of meat, meat substitute and bread.
"So boys, you up for some sparring?" Vegeta began, then he looked over at his elder son and smirked, "I want to see how strong you've gotten."
Bulma began placing the feast on the table for her family to devour, after fifteen minutes of high speed competition level eating the saiyans pushed their plates away. If eating were an olympic sport, they would be on the podium. The trio got up to go out side and begin warming up, but Vegeta stopped and M. Trunks bumped into him, and Trunks bumped into M. Trunks. "Hang on a second, you two go outside, there's something I have to do." Vegeta said mysteriously and he turned around and walked back into the kitchen. The two demi-saiyans went outside and began stretching.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen, pulled a glass out of the cupboard, walked over to the sink, and filled the Glass up with cold water. The whole time Bulma was watching Vegeta trying to figure out what he was doing, 'Oh well,' She thought, 'If it's important, I'll find out.' and Bulma continued with making her own breakfast. The flame haired saiyan walked into the living room and proceeded to throw the glass of water all over the sleeping namek. Piccolo woke with a start, looked at Vegeta for a second, then, "VEGETA, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?"
Vegeta just looked at the namek and grinned. "What, I thought nameks liked water." Vegeta said in a falsely sweet voice.
"I'm going to beat the tar out of you." the angry green man yelled in the princes face and bared his sharp teeth.
"Good, in that case you can spar with us." Vegeta stated and walked out of the room. Then a thought hit Vegeta like a punch from Goku, 'Why in the name of king Yemma does someone who only drinks water have teeth, and such sharp ones at that?' Vegeta pondered this all the way out into the crater filled backyard where he began his warm up.
Piccolo stood there blinking rapidly trying to figure out what just happened. He eventually decided that he could get a good work out in and powered up to dry off, the tall green man followed the flame haired man out of the house.
-- Son Residence Fishin' Hole --
Goku and the two Gohans were standing at the edge of a large pond near the Sons' house. The three saiyans looked at a large fish lying in front of them. all of them looked at a lose as to what to do with it. Finally Gohan spoke up. "I can't believe Goten actually got eaten by a fish. What do we do?"
"Stand back," came the sound of Gotens' voice from inside the fish. "This isn't gonna be pretty."
The three sons backed up a decent distance in a hurry and continued to watch the large fish that was still flopping around. There was a sudden sound like a small car filled with clowns being run over by a steam roller, only louder, and them the fish exploded in all different directions. "I can't wait to tell Trunks about this." Goten exclaimed. The ten year old demi-saiyan was covered from head to toe in fish guts. Goten promptly turned around and jumped into the pond to wash off any traces of fish.
-- Capsule Corp. --
Vegeta was sparring against M. Trunks who just couldn't seem to get the upper hand on his father. No matter how hard he tried. They were both sparring as first level super saiyans level, M. Trunks didn't realize that Vegeta could surpass even that. Near them Trunks and Piccolo were sparring together, Piccolo having the clear advantage. Vegeta smirked at M. Trunks with a smirk on his face, "You've gotten stronger, but your not strong enough." Vegeta powered up to SSJ2 and began dominating the fight. He knocked Trunks around with little effort.
Sitting on the grass near the house the two Bulmas and Bra were looking through a photo album and Bulma was pointing out certain pictures to her counter part. The first picture she pointed out was a picture of Chi Chi chasing a naked Gotenks around the sons yard with a towel in her hand.
"That's Gotenks there." Bulma explained pointing at the young boy.
M. Bulma examined the picture, "So that's what fusion does. I was curious about the result when Goku tried to explain it."
"This is a picture I took just after the Buu incident, Goten and Trunks had just put Makeup on Vegeta while he was sleeping. He wasn't very happy with that." Bulma stated happily at a picture of a sleeping Vegeta with so much makeup of his face that he wouldn't have looked out of place in a circus.
The next picture was a picture of Vegeta and Bra sleeping on the couch together. This particular picture elicited a couple Awwwwwww's from the two women. The fourth picture was on of a pissed off looking Vegeta in Pink spandex chasing Trunks and Goten through the house.
"This picture was taken the day after I told Trunks about the pink shirt I made Vegeta wear." Bulma stated and began laughing when she thought about Vegeta dressed up in the most mismatched clothing ever. "Can you believe that he actually wore a pink shirt with yellow pants and green shoes?"
"I remember that shirt." M. Bulma said. "Vegeta sure did hate it." The two women giggled, which in turn caused Bra to giggle., this caused a series of Awww's, and the photo album was quickly forgotten as the two women played with the little girl.
-- On Saturday --
"TRUNKS GET UP!" Bulma yelled up the stairs at her son who was still laying in bed at ten. "Your the only one still asleep, your older counter part doesn't have trouble getting up. So why do you?"
Trunks sat up quickly at the unexpected outburst, "Why do I have to get up this early?" Trunks yelled back at his mom. "It's Saturday, what's the rush?"
Bulma growled, how could Trunks forget about the barbecue so easily. "The barbecue is today, get your lazy butt down here right now, The Sons should be arriving soon and I need you to keep Goten busy so you two don't get in the way." Bulma some how managed to yell out with only one breath. Then as a second thought Bulma added, "And Trunks, don't answer a question with a question.", Trunks decided to fight fire with fire and yelled back at his mother, "Mom, you shouldn't start a sentence with a conjunction." Bulma turned red in embarrassment and walked out of the kitchen doors in to the back yard and saw her husband lounging on the grass by the GR. Bulma had shut the GR down for the day so that Vegeta would have to socialize, and so that (if she was lucky) he might help them prepare for the party.
"Vegeta," Vegeta looked up at her. Bulma was pointing at a spot near the building. "Could you set the tables up over there?" It sounded like a question, but Vegeta knew better, it was a demand. "Thanks." Bulma quickly said before Vegeta could have the chance to decline.
'Perhaps if I give him some incentive, he'll be more inclined to do what I want.' Bulma mused to herself. Vegeta watched his mate walk back towards the house, swinging her hips seductively while glancing back at him with a look on her face that promised more to come. 'Hmmm,' Vegeta thought, 'I guess I could do what she wants, it's not like I have anything else to do, the damn woman locked my GR, and the reward couldn't be bad either, Right?' Vegeta got up from where he was lounging and went to collect the Tables from one of the storage rooms. 'I guess it could be wor...'
'I heard that Vegeta, don't call me a damn woman or your going to be sleeping on the couch for the next week.' Bulmas' thoughts interrupted Vegetas' through their saiyan bond.
"Stay out of my thoughts woman." Vegeta yelled into the house.
Bulma peeked her head out of the kitchen doors for a second to look at Vegeta, "I couldn't help it, you were thinking to loudly."
Vegeta "Hmphed" loudly and continued walking.
Bulma giggled at her mates back, 'He's so cute when he's angry.' Bulma thought to herself, and then noted sarcastically, 'Which means he's cute more often then not.'
Vegeta walked across the CC compound to the largest of the storage sheds. When Vegeta reached his intended destination he thought about why he was taking so long, 'I could have finished setting up the tables by now if I had decided to fly, but then the woman would just have me do some other boring job. This way, I can do less work, and still stay on her good side.' Vegeta looked inside the storage shed. 'I can't figure out why that woman doesn't put all this stuff in capsules, she's always complaining that she doesn't have enough room for all her clothes. She only has Four bedrooms dedicated to her wardrobe. I can't wait to see how Bra turns out, if she's anything like her mother, we're going to have to get a bigger house. Considering we have the largest house in the entire city, that could be a problem.' Vegeta decided to put a stop to his mental ranting and grabbed a bunch of the folding tables. These tables had been specially built by Bulma to be able to withstand saiyan sized portions of food.
Vegeta backed out of the storage room and turned around to go back to the house. It just so happens that that was when the Son family decided to show up using instant transmission. Goku decided that he would lock onto Vegetas' ki seeing as how it was the largest at CC. This was a mistake, of course, Goku never learns his lessons. When Vegeta turned around with the tables he managed to knock over Goku, the Gohans, Goten, himself, and... Gulp Chi Chi. Videl, holding baby Pan had managed to avoid the table.
Chi Chi slowly got up off the ground and began dusting her dress off, and she was smiling, in fact it looked like no one was going to get hit with a frying pan, unfortunately for every saiyan in the vicinity, this wasn't the case. After she had gotten all the dirt off of her dress, she turned to Goku and her smile turned to a frown, "Goku, how many times have I told you, be careful when you teleport us." Chi Chi said in what she thought was a quiet voice (key word; Thought), while she began hitting Goku in the head with her frying pan of doom.
A five minute walk away on the other side of the compound Bulma was busy making a couple dozen pounds of potato salad for the barbecue. She looked up from what she was doing and turned towards her daughter who was drawing a picture on the kitchen floor. "Well Bra," Bulma said, "looks like your aunty Chi Chi is here. Seems like she's in a good mood. She's usually much louder then that, Pan probably started crawling today." Bulma stated matter of factly and looked at what Bra was drawing, it was a picture of a man in a blue gi, beating up a guy in an orange gi, Bulma giggled. Vegeta liked when Bra drew pictures like that, He secretly kept them all in a scrapbook. Bulma had found it a short time ago in the GR.
Back on the other side of the yard Chi Chi was now yelling at Goten and the two Gohans for trying to calm her down, and she was yelling at Vegeta for not watching where he was swinging the tables. The entire time she was yelling she was beaning all the saiyans on the head with her mysteriously powerful frying pan. The whole time Videl and Pan were watching the proceedings and Pan was giggling madly at the antics of her Grandma. Eventually Chi Chi stopped and the three alpha-females turned and walked towards the house. The males, after a couple of minutes, extricated themselves from their pile up and made sure that no one else was around to hit them with cookware of mass destruction. Last to get up was Goten who happened to be at the bottom of the pile and was now gasping for breathe. No one paid him any attention.
Vegeta looked at who was there and decided that he could at least use this to his advantage. "You three, grab some of the folding tables out of that storage room at bring them over to the house." Vegeta demanded, He got up, grabbed his own tables and began walking over to the house. Always being cheerful, Goku immediately jumped up to help his 'Best friend'. "Sure thing 'Geta." Goku yelled over his shoulder as he grabbed a couple tables out of the shed and hurried to catch up with the shorter saiyan. Gohan glared at Vegeta for bossing them around but decided to comply any way.
When Goku finally managed to reach Vegeta, he looked over at his friend, "So, are you exited, I can't wait for all that good food, There's going to be..." Goku began to ramble off all his favorite foods that were going to be at the BBQ, which turned out to be everything that Bulma and Chi Chi were making. Vegeta tried to tune the younger saiyan out, but couldn't. This led to the realization that he was really hungry, and this talk of food was too much. The pair of super saiyans arrived at the house a couple minutes later and set up their tables. M. Gohan arrived a short while after them and was in the middle of setting up his tables when Goten and Gohan arrived, each carrying seven tables on their heads with out the use of their hands. Suddenly Gotens'' pile shifted and it fell off his head, Goten tripped on one of the tables and promptly did a face plant. Gohan began laughing.
"See Goten you have to pay closer attent..." Gohan never finished his sentence as he tripped on a wayward table leg and he landed on top of Goten, along with his seven tables. Everyone else present continued with what they were doing, this sort of thing was normal saiyan behavior.
Vegeta looked at his watch, "Kakarott, It's only eight thirty, lets go get something to eat." With out waiting for a reply Vegeta took to the air and flew into the city in search of a restaurant that had yet to ban them. Some restaurants had even gone so far as to ban the saiyans from eating there just because of all the rumors floating around.
"Alright, I'm starving." Goku said and raced to catch up to his prince. "Where are we going to eat?"
Vegeta was looking around at the building before pointing at a fancy looking restaurant. "Right there." Vegeta began his decent.
The prince and the pauper landed in the middle of the street and walked towards the soon to be food less restaurant. A group of middle aged business men in suits were talking about going into the same restaurant that Vegeta had chosen. The men stared shocked at the two flying men. "how did they do that? on of the men asked. The men watched warily as the saiyans walked past them into the restaurant. The group of men snapped out of their shock and went to find a different restaurant to eat at.
-- At Capsule Corp. --
Trunks meanwhile was trying to find his way down to the kitchen when his sleep addled mind decided that his left foot wasn't necessary for movement. This resulted in Trunks falling head first down the stairs, luckily for him he landed on something soft. 'Well that woke me up in a hurry' Trunks thought to himself, and decided that what ever he was sitting on made a good seat. Without warning his seat began making funny noises. Trunks got up to investigate what the problem was, only to find that his nice comfortable seat was missing and Goten had shown up. "Goten what are you doing on the floor like that?" Trunks asked innocently.
Goten looked up at his best friend and cheered up almost instantly, despite that fact that he had been at the bottom of three pile up's so far today, and noon was a long way off. "Hey Trunks, you really need to watch where your going." Goten moaned and began walking towards the kitchen to see if he could mooch any food for his second breakfast of the day. Trunks remembered that the kitchen was his destination and ran after his friend, after all, Trunks had yet to have his first breakfast and was very hungry.
-- At the fancy Restaurant (that doesn't have a name.) --
Goku and Vegeta where assigned a seat near the kitchen with, at Vegetas' request, a very large table by a very pompous waiter with a toothpick mustache and a french accent that was phonier than Mr. Satan. "Can I take your order?" the waiter directed towards Goku.
Goku looked up from the salt shaker he was examining, "Umm. Could I get a place mat and some crayons?" The waiter stared at Goku, he had been working here for twenty-one years now, and he had never received this question, not even from a child.
"Sir, we do not have crayons." The waiter stated calmly. This man lived to be a good waiter, no matter what he was asked for he refused to lose his composure. "Perhaps we could get you a pen or pencil?"
Goku was about to respond when Vegeta cut him off. "We will take thirty of the breakfast specials, and make it quick." At the mention of food, Goku completely forgot about his crayons and began salivating on the table cloth. Gokus' thoughts went something along the lines of 'food, food, food, food, foof, dood, whoops. I mean food, food, foo...' Goku would continued thinking like this until the food arrived.
"Sir, if you have more people coming would you like me to set up more tables for them?" The waiter asked with as much pomp and circumstance as he could muster.
Vegeta looked at the man with a look that would have made any normal person turn to a puddle of jelly on the floor, but this waiter was made of some stern stuff, all he did was begin to sweat. "There is no one else coming." Vegeta hissed out.
"B- but surely you c- couldn't be ordering that many plates of food just for the t- two of you." the waiter stuttered. 'Great,' he thought, 'now I'm stuttering, I'll never win Waiter of the year again if I keep this up.'
Vegeta glared at the unfortunate parasite that dared to stand between him and a meal. "Just bring the food." He said in a voice that could have set the table cloth on fire. Luckily the table cloth only began to smolder.
"Yes sir, sorry sir." The waiter yelped and ran for the kitchen. 'Now I'm yelping,' the waiter berated himself, 'What have I come to. Come on, pull yourself together man.'
Ten minutes later the waiter came out of the kitchen with a couple of helpers and began setting the food on the table, Goku looked up from where he had been seeing if the pepper was any good to eat. He instantly grinned and dived into his food without a moments hesitation. Vegeta was right behind him. Fifteen minutes later and fifteen plates of food each, the two eating machines sat at the table as the waiter brought around the bill. Vegeta pulled out his credit card and paid the bill. Every other customer in the restaurant was looking at the two men that just ate what amounted to thirty pancakes, thirty eggs, fifteen pieces of toast, seven and a half pounds of hash browns, fifteen glasses of milk, forty five sausages, fifteen slices of ham and possibly a couple of the plates or utensils, each. there was a clatter as one of the waiters tripped and a large plate of pancakes was dumped on to an elderly lady. Both of the people were so absorbed in there gawking that they never noticed.
"Only three hundred thousand zeni." Vegeta remarked while looking at the bill, "These breakfast specials can be so cheap." The two saiyans got up and began walking towards the door, as Vegeta passed the waiter he pulled a wad of money out of his wallet for the tip and handed it to the waiter. Vegeta didn't bother counting the money out, it wasn't worth his time. The waiter looked at the bills in his hand, it had to be at least two hundred thousand zeni. The waiter fainted for the first and last time on the job.
Brenman: I'm pleased with this so far, I hope your all enjoying it.
Can you believe that my spell checker thinks MMMGPHMMXFG isn't a word?
Stupid program.