Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Contraband ❯ Youth Gone Wild ( Chapter 4 )

Contraband by Stacey Meyer

Don't wanna live the normal life Got contraband in my eyes Alcohol and cigarettes Good white drugs I ain't done yet I like to fuck I like to fight Starting shit just feels right In the end we all just die So along the way why not get high? Contraband, God I love you Contraband, I need you so Contraband, I wanna hold ya. Contraband, lets fuckin' go Contraband, gonna take you to the show - The Mad Caddies, "Contraband"

Disclaimer - I own Vegeta, despite popular belief.

A/N - I'm using the block schedule... At our school we only have 4 classes a day for a term (half a semester). Some of us, such as myself, don't have a 4th block class, because everyone loves me...? Nah, but if you don't understand just ask, and I'll be happy to answer all questions.

Chapter Four - Youth Gone Wild

The school day drug on as usual. First block, Bulma and Vegeta had Psychology with Krillen and Goku, second block Vegeta had PFT (physical fitness training) with the guys and Bulma had Chorus with Chi-Chi and her sister Rei, third block they all had English 12 except Chi-Chi and Reivynn since she they were still juniors, and fourth block they all had Earth Science together. Vegeta and Bulma got their demerits at the end of the day and met with the rest of the gang in the parking lot after school was let out at 2:30.

Goku and Chi were standing next to Goku's Ford Lightning and Reivynn and Krillen were next to her red '89 Firebird Formula that she got after her piece of crap Grand Am broke.

"So, who's house do we practice at today?" a bald, short guy that went by the name of Krillen asked. Bulma replied hastily, already knowing the answer.

Vegeta's pad, his pops isn't home. Ain't that right, Geta?" she said jabbing him in the ribs.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure." He reached into his pocket and retrieved his Jägermeister key strap. "Woman, you're coming with me."

"What about my car?"

"Are you stupid or something? Did you and your dad not invent the hoi poi capsule? Kami, woman, sometimes I worry about you." Bulma started blushing profusely at the idiocy of her situation. Geeze, sometimes I really am a ditz! It's all mom's fault!

While Bulma was mentally scolding her foolishness, Vegeta pushed her into the passenger side of his car and capsized her car for her and put it in his pocket. He turned to the other people in the parking lot and frowned.

"My house, twenty minutes. That gives you enough time to get your stuff if you want and to grab some grub. Oh, and be sure to call anyone else who wanted to join our clan." The rest of the group nodded and hopped into their cars and sped off.

Bulma looked over to Vegeta and scowled at him.

"Why couldn't I just drive my own damn car? I like my car a lot better than yours." Vegeta glanced over at Bulma and brought his eyes back to the road.

"Because, onna, I like pissing you off. I thought you already knew that. Plus, I'm hungry and I don't have any money."

"Oh, so the only reason I'm coming with you is to pay for your eating habit? Nuh, uh mister! I don't think so!"

"Come on," Vegeta stuck out his lip to emphasize his pleads, "I'll pay you back, I promise. I don't get paid 'till Thursday." Bulma sighed and shrugged.

"Fine, but the next time I ask a favor of you, you have to do it."

"Deal." Vegeta smirked and pulled up to the nearest fast-food places, which just happened to be Arby's. He rolled down his window and licked his lips in anticipation. "You want anything?"

"Yeah, get me a large order of the mozzarella cheese sticks, a large curly fry with cheese, and a Dr. Pepper."

"Okay."

"Welcome to Arby's, may I offer you a market fresh sandwich?"

"Umm, yeah. Can I get the five for $5.95, all roast beef with cheddar cheese. I also need seven cherry danishes, five potato cakes, and three orders of the chicken strip meal, all of them with curly fries and Dr. Peppers?"

"Is that it?" Bulma poked him in the arm, reminding him of her order.

"Umm, I also need another large Dr. Pepper, a large order of the cheese sticks, and a large order of the curly fries with cheese."

"Okay, so that was five roast beefs with cheddar cheese, three chicken meals with curly fries, four large Dr. Peppers, seven cherry danishes, five potato cakes, a large order of mozzarella cheese sticks, and a large order of curly fries with cheese. Your total is $56.58. Please pull up to the first window."

Bulma reached into her purse and grabbed the money, and handed it to Vegeta.

"You so owe me."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." They got their order and headed back to Vegeta's house to chow down on the food before the rest of the guys got there.

After locking up his car, and closing the garage, Vegeta and Bulma went inside to the nook and ate their food in relative silence, if you didn't count the sounds of the Living End blaring through the speakers as actual noise. About twenty minutes and two full stomachs later, the pair went upstairs to the studio and started tuning their instruments and warming up their voices, getting ready for practice. Vegeta used his black Ibanez TCY10 Talman acoustic-electric guitar, while Bulma chose one of his many other beauties, a dark blue Fender Stratacoustic acoustic-electric guitar, one of her favorites.

Scales being played on a guitar could be heard from the street as the rest of the members and future members of Contraband arrived at the mansion-like house. The original members knew where to go, and led the way after removing their shoes. Taking out their capsules, Goku and Krillen threw them to the ground and out popped their instruments. Goku's hoi poi contained his Pearl Session custom 6-piece drum set, and Krillen picked up his Fender Jazz Bass from its stand, his pride and joy. Piccolo, 17, 18, Tien, and Yamcha stood there, not knowing quite what to do, so Goku took this as his cue to introduce the strangers.

"Vegeta, Bulma," Goku looked towards the two and gave a broad smile, "I have the pleasure of introducing to you Philip "Piccolo" Nail, Elizabeth "18" Gero, Steven "17" Gero, Tien Rien, and Yamcha Andersen." Vegeta eyed the bunch like he was about to go in for the kill.

"What do you play?" Each introduced their instruments to Vegeta. Piccolo played the trumpet, 18 played the trombone, 17 was a vocalist and played a mean acoustic guitar, and Tien played the banjo and guitar. Vegeta looked at Yamcha questioningly. "And what exactly do you do?" Yamcha tensed slightly at Vegeta's tone and stammered out his answer.

"We-well. Umm, I, umm... I'm wondering if, umm, if it's not too much trouble that is..."

"Spit it out already!"

"I-I w-was w-wondering if you guys needed a g-guitar tech."

"Yeah, that's great," was Vegeta's sarcastic reply. Bulma had noticed that Vegeta wasn't going to cut the poor guy a break, so she decided that she would.

"Yeah, we actually do. You can go home for now, and we'll call you when we need you. Okay?"

"Umm, thanks."

"Enough talking! I came here to play damnit, so let's play." Vegeta was beyond annoyed, and started playing the tune to Youth Gone Wild as sung by the Mad Caddies. "If any of you idiots don't know this song, then you're out." The rest of the people grabbed their instruments and started playing or if it didn't call for their instrument, they just started singing along with the lead singer of Contraband, Vegeta Andrews.

Since I was young, they couldn't hold me down. Another misfit kid in another burned-out town. Never played by the rules, and I never really cared. My nasty reputation takes me everywhere. I look and see it's not only me. So many others have stood where I stand, We are the young so raise your hands. They call us problem child, We spend our lives on trial, We walk an endless mile, We are the youth gone wild. We stand and we won't fall, We're one and one for all, The writing's on the wall, We are the youth gone wild. Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be. "in a 3-piece Wall Street smile and son you'll look just like me." Well I said "Hey man, there's somethin' you oughta know. Park Avenue leads to Skid Row." I look and see it's not only me, We're standin' tall, ain't never a doubt, We are the young, so shout it out! They call us problem child, We spend our lives on trial, We walk an endless mile, We are the youth gone wild. We stand and we won't fall, We're one and one for all, The writing's on the wall, We are the youth gone wild. Lemme hear ya get wild!! They call us problem child, We spend our lives on trial, We walk an endless mile, We are the youth gone wild. We stand and we won't fall, We're one and one for all, The writing's on the wall, We are the youth gone wild! Whoa whoa whoa We are the youth gone wild! Whoa whoa whoa We are the youth gone wild! Yeah yeah yeah We are the youth gone wild! Whoa whoa whoa We are the youth gone wild!

"I've got some good news and some bad news for all you bone-heads. Since you all knew the song, you're all in. Now for the bad news, we have a gig at the Riv, so that means we have to practice our asses off. Now everyone except the woman get the hell out of my house and practice 'till your fingers and throats bleed." With much grumbling and hoi poi popping, the rest of the band left, leaving Vegeta and Bulma to themselves. "Okay, woman. Now it's time for some real practice..."

*A/N* Yes, I know that the Mad Caddies didn't originally sing S.O.S. from last chapter, ABBA did and it sucked. I also know the Mad Caddies didn't originally sing Youth Gone Wild either, Skid Row did. And I like the Mad Caddies versions better than the originals, so if you like the originals of either of these songs, and are into ska-ish type music, then you should check them out or somethin' like that.