a/n - OH MY LORDY I am soooo sorry this took so long

its my senior year of highschool? things got crazy?

anyway my deepest apologies this is dragging out so long, I PROMISE I will finish it as soon as I can

btw im trying to make these funnier? is it working LOL

One Hell Of A Trip

"It took you half an hour to come up with this?!" Vegeta snorted in disgust, leaning back against the wall with a roll of his eyes. "Some genius you are."

"Hey!" Bulma snapped, hands spread wide on the table as she glared upwards at him, "Give me a break! Besides, I don't see you coming up with any ideas, smart ass!"

Goku frowned, staring at the plans on the table with a confused look. "I don't know, Bulma...he might be right."

Bulma sighed softly, running her hands through her hair with a tremble in her breath. She rested her head against the table, sinking to her knees with a low groan.

"B-bulma?" Goku questioned, eyes wide. "Are you...okay? You aren't...crying, are you?"

"Huh?" Bulma responded, ducking her head to wipe away a few stray tears from her cheeks. Her throat still ached, and her eyes still stung, but she was no use to anyone if she broke down. Not now. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."

"Uh...why are you on the floor, again?"

She rose abruptly at Goku's voice, dusting off her knees hastily. "Oh, just...thinking. Never mind that." Bulma stared hard at the blueprint on the table, hand cupping her chin with a sigh. "We can't kill him...let alone touch him...I know, we're supposed to be optimistic, but how exactly is this supposed to work?"

"Even if we could touch him, he'd still regenerate." Vegeta growled, staring at the floor absently. "He's practically invincible."

"Right." Bulma blew out a breath, hanging her head slightly.

"Well, that just leaves trapping him, right?" Goku asked, looking up with a thoughtful expression. "If we can't fight him, and we can't do...well, anything else, that just leaves locking him up, right?"

"How exactly are we supposed to do that?" Vegeta asked sarcastically.

"Well..." Goku pondered, staring down at the blueprints again. "We just get some sort of bag, right? Something he can't break out of."

"Goku, you're an idiot."

"Wait...!" Bulma shouted suddenly, her eyes wide and gleaming intensely. "Goku, you're a genius!" She giggled gleefully, coming around the tableside to press the Saiyan into a tight hug.

"Really?" He asked, eyes wide. "Oh, uh...I mean, yeah, of course I am."

Vegeta glared at Bulma as she broke away, a scowl on his face. "Really? You expect us to trap a homicidal maniac inside of a water balloon? How is that genius?"

She giggled, poising a finger against her dainty chin with a sweet smile and a soft splash of pink on her cheeks. "Not a water balloon, exactly..."

"Bardock!" Piccolo's voice broke across the chaotic din of screams and destruction. The Namekian plummeted toward the ground, his feet barely connecting with the asphalt before dashing to the fallen Saiyan.

His body was crumbled, cold blood pooled beneath him, dripping into the debris around him. His eyes were open, lifeless and unseeing.

Gohan stopped behind Piccolo, putting a hand out to shove Goten behind him.

"Hey-!" Goten protested, struggling against his older brother's hand.

"Damn it." Piccolo swore. "He's dead."

"Too late for sensu beans, then..." Gohan's voice was weak, eyes wide as he stared hard at his grandfather's dead body. He hadn't known him at all...and, he probably was as violent as Vegeta was when they'd first met, but...he still was kin, and something still hurt when your family died. No matter how bloodthirsty and cruel they were.

"Where's my dad?" Goten asked, peeking around Gohan's back, staring at the chaos around him with wide, childish eyes.

"Yeah..." Piccolo growled as his gaze swept the horizon. "Where the hell is Goku? He should be fighting now, but I feel nothing. Not at all."

The Namekian snorted angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. "I swear to Kami if that bastard hurt himself again-"

"Wait, again?" Gohan interrupted, his gaze hard. "What happened to my father? You said he needed us."

"Right, I suppose I do need to explain that to you." Piccolo grunted. "I didn't want to piss off your mom, but Goku was hurt fighting King Dust. Apparently his skin is toxic to the touch. Vegeta went to get him sensu beans, and he should be fine now. And apparently not fighting. What the hell does he think he's doing?"

"Well...what should we do?" Gohan asked, his expression determined.

Piccolo smiled darkly, glancing at Gohan from the corner of his eye. "Fight the bastard, of course. What else?"

"A giant condom?!" Vegeta sputtered, his face red. From rage or embarrassment, he wasn't quite sure.

Goku put his hands on his hips, staring at Bulma, trying his hardest to hide the childish grin off his face.

"Well..." He began, struggling not to laugh. "It's not the worst idea ever."

"Hear me out!" She shouted, eyes wide with excitement. "It'll take me, like, two seconds to make. I have some scraps of leftover fabric from your uniforms I made a while back. Really strong and really light, remember? Well, it's a bit different...I tried messing with the formula, make it less bulky-"

"Your plan...is to trap him...in a giant condom." Vegeta's voice was measured, his eyes silently blazing.

Bulma looked defiant, crossing her arms over her chest with a tilt of her chin. "It's not a bad plan. Besides, it's all I could come up with. We're kind of short on time, you know."

Goku slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes tearing as he tried to swallow back his laughter.

Vegeta glared at him, lips curling as he snapped, "What are you, five years old?!"

"Look, Vegeta, it's all we have to work with right now." Bulma said, placing her hands back on her hips. "If I could come up with something better I would."

Vegeta sighed, rubbing his eyes with his palm. "Damn it...I don't know if you're crazy for coming up with this stupid plan...or if I'm crazier for going along with it..."

"We should keep him busy while Bulma works." Goku said, having straightened himself.

"Oh, no need for that. Shouldn't take me more than a couple minutes." She answered, a proud smile twisting on her lips.

"Funny how you always say that," Vegeta muttered cynically. "brace yourself, Goku, we'll be waiting a lot longer than 'a few minutes'."

"Hey!" Bulma snapped, her brows furrowing. "At least I'm not as bad as you two when you're fighting!"

Vegeta turned, striding out the door with a wave of his hand. "Come get us when you're done." He called over his shoulder as he left.

Goku stared after him, arms crossed over his chest. He glanced at Bulma, then shrugged, and strode listlessly after him.

To Maybe Be Continued The Author Isn't Totally Sure