Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A summer in a Closet ❯ Goku gets ice-cream, No Fair! ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 3: Goku gets Ice-Cream! No fair!

"Well, they're asleep," Goku announced.

"Well, can't we go to sleep now? I need to help Gohan study in the morning," Chichi said.

"No, we can't. We need to figure out how all of this will go. Once they profess their undying love for each other, how and when are we going to let them out? They might be stuck in there all summer! And I'll get no time at the beach."

"I say we play poker."

"Be quiet, Gohan Master Rochi shouldn't have taught you that game."

"What? I love poker."

"Yeah, especially when we're betting chocolate and ice cream," Goku answered, licking his lips."

"Stupid Saiyan apettite. You shouldn't be supporting him he isn't old enough to play Poker."

"Well, why don't we play poker? I want a midnight snack, anyway."

"Chichi?" Goku said sweetly, and batted his eyes like a school girl.

Chichi backed away and said, "I'm not letting you eat the ice-cream Goku. That's got to last all summer!"

"Oh, you know two guys can't eat twelve tons of ice cream in one night."

"Two men no…but two saiyans…definitely!"

"Please, please, please??"

"Oh....alright. Go get one."

"Chocolate, everyone?"

"Chocolate mint chip."

"Strawberry."

"Hold up! Two per night."

"TWO PER NIGHT?!?!"

"SHHHHHHH!! We don't want to wake them up."

A few minutes later, Gohan came back carrying two tubs of ice cream. Goku was finishing up dealing out the cards, and Chichi had set up the lantern.

There was a strange shadow on the wall. It looked sort of like a dog, maybe a rabbit.

"GOKU! Stop making shadow puppets and scoop out the ice cream."

"YOU get the ice cream while I make the puppets."

Chichi sighed and scooped out the frozen goodies.

They played a few hands of poker, until Chichi said, "Shouldn't we be figuring out what to do about Bulma and Vegeta?"

"That's right! Are we going to do it gently, or forcefully."

"I say let time take its course."

"I second that. We need to leave them alone, so that they can kill each other or slobber all over the floor."

"You guys are so stupid."

The night went on for hours. Vegeta had been awake for a long time. He had been woken to the noise Goku was making for the shadow puppets. The pig was rather good. It sounded just like him.

Vegeta sat up in his sleeping bag, and tried to hear what they were saying. But the heat had come on, and the noise the heater was making didn't help his situation.

How did he ever get himself into this situation? It was all Kakorrot of course. He must have planned this, and his harpy of a mate, they must have had a hand in it too. Even Gohan!

Who was he fooling? It was all himself. If he had never told Goku how he felt, then he wouldn't be in this mess...Hold up! He never did tell Goku! Then how did he find out?? That little sneak! I'm gonna kill him if I ever get out of here.

I turned on the flashlight, but put it on the floor, light up so that they wouldn't find out he was awake.

He looked over at the sleeping bag in his face. There was a lump of foot close too it, so he rolled back over and tried to read. But it was impossible. He kept thinking about the woman. What was so great about her anyway?

Well, for one, she was a GORGEOUS woman. A little loud and arrogant, but very nice. When she wasn't yelling at him, that is. And it was true, he did provoke her. It wasn't all his fault though. She faught back, and sometimes it seemed as if she enjoyed it. It would be rather interesting to see what happened over the next few days.

His mind turned to his book and back to Bulma. Why couldn't he get his mind off of her?? If he could admit to himself that she was gorgeous, and sort of nice, and captured him with every look, then maybe he could stop thinking about her. Maybe he was falling into the trap; the trap of love. He told himself that it would never work out. How many times had he thought that? Countless. But he had also told himself, that one day he would make it work out. It was his own choices that affected everything. Oh, and her's too.

But then, she hated him! Maybe he should be nicer to her. The thought had never occurred to him that he was mean to her. He just teased her. It was fun to see her angry. He told himself that it would be worth it, just to try and be nice. Then maybe she would start being friends with him. And then maybe he'd have a chance!

But he was getting too far ahead of himself. All he had to do was be nice. Be nice. That's the last thing he thought of before he went to sleep. Be nice.