Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Green Horizons ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Green Horizons

By: Letta

Disclaimer: I am currently working on usurping the rights.

Rating: R or NC-17 Wherever I decide to go with this.

Warnings: Well, I guess references to yaoi relationships, abuse… sort of… OOC, probably AU, later on there'll probably be some graphic sexual situations, and by probably, I mean there will be… maybe a little dark humor, some violence… and anything else that could possibly be offensive or ishy that might come up. Also, writer's block hit at the synopsis… that's why there is none. Oh, and now that this has come up, angst… specifically for Goku. He'll probably suffer.

Pairings: Piccolo x Bulma!!! Vegeta x Tien?

Notes: I guess you get this…

*denotes thought* "denotes speaking" //denotes flashbacks// #denotes whatever the hell I want it to denote#

Goku thought he felt a power level behind him, but when he turned back to look, he saw nothing. All around him was wilderness, barren of the reaches of man. Ancient green pines towered above him, and an old, dying brook flowed quietly to his left. He sniffed the air around him, but he couldn't pick up anything save the barest trace of Vegeta's scent, which had led him here in the first place.

Not even animals dared disturb the peace. He still couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched or followed. To say it unnerved him was an understatement. It seemed as though the very wind carried on it a current of malice.

Goku looked up at the sky, but saw only the branches intertwining with each other to create a canopy of dark green. It was as if the forest itself was trying to cage him in. A stab of panic ran through him for an instant as he darted blindly along the trees in an effort to escape. He never saw a patch of sunlight peeking through until he was on the border of the woods. There, he stopped to catch his breath and slow his heart. Only then did he start to think that his actions had been irrational for the strongest man in the universe.

He didn't like where the train of thought was going, so he blanked his mind… a skill that after life practice, he perfected. The first thing to enter his mind was that he hadn't lost Vegeta's scent. The second was that he felt a power level disappear again. He hadn't even realized he felt it… or maybe that he only felt it for an instant that he didn't realize what it was until it left.

He was about to spin around when he felt a brief, piercing pain in his wrists that faded almost instantly, but was replaced with the feel of cold metal. Then, a blow to the back of his neck had him drop to the ground, unconscious.

*****

Yamcha ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but he felt it still wasn't fast enough. Diane had gone to the bathroom, and he seized the opportunity to escape. He had slipped out the door and ran as though the hounds of Hell were at his heels. He never felt so winded in his life, but he didn't dare stop to rest, let alone slow down. His sides and legs screamed at him to stop, to stop the madness, but he would pay them no heed. Not until he put a large chunk of the continent between the devil-woman and himself. If not, more.

A couple of miles ago, he felt a rise in her ki signature… it felt angry. Of course, that really was no change from usual. She had some anger issues. She put a psychotic serial killer to shame, and with extreme ease. He wouldn't be surprised if murder were merely a pastime for her. Especially if it involved severe mutilation.

Suddenly, he realized he was heading straight for Gohan's ki.

"Al right! Maybe he can talk her to death!" he thought with renewed strength and hope. With his increased vigor, he picked up his speed, going faster than he ever thought he would. Any protests his body had to give were put on hold.

Only a few seconds later, Gohan rushed past him, skidded to a halt and came back. Yamcha collapsed onto the ground and clutched at his sides as his body caught up with him. Gohan waited patiently while he regained his breath. It took a few minutes.

"Your ki felt frantic, and since you were heading for me, I thought I'd meet you."

"Diane… she… she's coming."

"Crap!" Gohan yelled, then grabbed Yamcha's wrist and powered up to Super Saiyan. "Let's get out of here." That said, Gohan took off at full speed, Yamcha in tow.

*****

"Yeah, I want a Big Mac©, fries, and a beer," Bulma said. Piccolo snickered quietly beside her.

"A what in the what now?" came the reply.

"A Big Mac©, fries, and a beer."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we're McDonalds®, we don't have beer."

"Are you trying to tell me you don't have a liquor license?"

"Yes," the drive-thru speakers said.

"How come I can get a beer at the McDonalds® across town?"

"I don't think you can."

"I was just there and got a beer," Bulma said, as her partner-in-crime had to step away from the drive-thru menu so his laughter couldn't be heard.

"Ma'am, we don't…"

"I'm looking at the can right now. It's on the passenger's side of my car."

"I'm sorry, but we don't serve beer here."

"Well, then what do you have?"

"Soft drinks."

"Like what kind?" Bulma asked.

"Coke, Mountain Dew…"

"I'll have a beer, then."

"We don't have beer."

"What am I supposed to drink? How do you people even stay in business? Really… what else is there to drink other than beer?"

"Coke, Mountain Dew…"

"Whiskey. I'll take whiskey."

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"How about Scotch then?" Bulma tried.

"Listen you moron, we don't have any frickin' alcohol, so shut up! Now, get your drunk ass off the premises before I come out there and do it for you!"

"How about vodka, do you have any of that?" A scream of fury followed.

*****

Burt whistled merrily to himself. Sure, the perpetrators had gotten away and the egg was caking onto his suit and would soon release a horrible stench, but he was hot on the trail. No one escaped Burt, kai of all Mallets! Besides, he always enjoyed a good chase.

Currently, he was standing in front of a car with someone leaning outside the window and shouting curses at him. Bofre him was a McDonalds®. They had been here for quite some time, it appeared, but they were gone now. However, the trail was fresh. Too fresh. He would not have an adequate challenge if he left immediately. It would be almost too easy.

The guy yelling at him would make a nice distraction. Yes, he would do nicely…

Burt turned to the man, who had begun revving his engine… as if to give the illusion that he would actually run someone over. Not likely.

Burt took in his hand his mallet, and began to whirl it about his head. Clouds gathered in the darkened sky, and seemed to whirl with the mallet. Lightening flashed momentarily, then seemed to fly from the mallet of platinum to strike the man in the car. There was a bright flash of light, and when it, and the dots in front of everyone's eyes faded, there was a chicken.

Burt frowned to himself.

He had meant to turn the man into a chipmunk.

After momentary reflection, he decided it must be the effects of the egg splatterings that covered him.

Burt looked at his watch. Whistled Beethoven's Fifth Symphony in its entirety, and then continued on his self-appointed mission. That was a good enough head start, as far as he was concerned. Though it seemed as though he should be doing something more important that might actually concern his kai-like duties. Then again, considering that he was the kai of mallets…

*****

Tien and Vegeta stood before the gates of the rodent's empire. Disease riddled children swarmed about everywhere, exhausted parents trying desperately to keep up. Men and women who couldn't find a better job filtered around the place, some of them in ridiculously warm costumes of the rodent and his friends. Others working food stands… the rest wishing they would die instantly, on the spot.

It was a heaven unparalleled.

The two rushed forward, barely able to contain their excitement as they tried to decide what to do first.

Another Disclaimer: I don't own McDonalds. Let's have a show of hands… who here is surprised by that? C'mon, don't be shy.

Notes: My foot fell asleep while writing this -for the inquiring minds.