Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ High School...Dbz Style ❯ Packing, Cleaning, And Phone Calls. ( Chapter 25 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Saiya-jin_Cc 
Preperation for the planned Vacation. Hey, I just made a rhyme. o.O
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.16.2003 | Pages: 10 | Words: 7.0K | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
Preperation for the planned Vacation. Hey, I just made a rhyme. o.O
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.16.2003 | Pages: 10 | Words: 7.0K | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
Discliamer: Who owns Dbz? I don't know...not me, that's for sure.
IMPORTANT! READ THIS PLEASE! ^.^
Ok, This chapter: The Weekend {Saturday & Sunday} Then the day they leave for Florida! I decided
thats a wierd place to camp but...oh well. The Bahama's would be wierder, eh? Well They leave
for Florida on a plance Monday and some Wacky stuff insues! And jsut wait 'Till the next chapters
where they camp, travel, and go to the Bahama's for a week of Wacky Luxury!
Enjoy ^_^
Oh, and another thing, I don't know Spanish worth crap. I'm just a white girl and using A translator
which is proabably off. So, see, I type in one thing and it says another simalar to it in Spanish
So, if YOU know spanish and read something REALLY wierd that is different then what I said it
was in English, you will know why. Thank you for your time. ^_~ Oh, and I do know what Chicka
means...I'm not stupid...heh heh.
~*~
Goku woke up late Saturday, around 12:00A.M. He yawned and stretched, the large muscles
on his arms bulging slightly. He swung his feet over the side of his bed and, with his eyes half
closed, walked over to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, yawned, combed his wild hair out, yawned,
splashed water on his face, and yawned...again.
He looked in the mirror. He was just in his boxers and his muscular arms and chest were bare.
Goku smiled at his tattoo, a snake curled around a rose on the largest part of his left arm.
He had gotten the tattoo on accident, his friends had told him tattoo's were washable, and he had
been gulible and believed them.
He sighed, "Bessy, my friends tricked me into getting you." He was talking to his tattoo. {o.O;}
The tattoo, unsuprisingly, didn't respond. He stroked the snake, "Oh well, I think your pretty."
He smirked and then flexed his muscles and the snake got larger as his skin stretched, "Pretty
Manly!"
He laughed and jumped into the shower, pulling off his boxers and throwing them on the floor.
~*~About 30 minutes Later~*~
Goku walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist. He was drying his hair with another
towel. He threw the wet towel to the floor and shook his head, the last remaining water droplets
flying off his hair. He smiled and combed out his hair so it was sticking out in all diffrent
directions...as usual. He never could make it do anything else, no matter how much gel he used.
He smiled at his reflection and then walked into his room. He got dressed in an orange sleeveless
shirt and a navy blue t-shirt underneath. He wore orange baggy pants that were not made of jean
material. He pulled on some sneakers and looked in the mirror and nodded, deciding he liked the
outfit. He grinned the famous son grin before heading into the living room.
"I think I'll fix myself some luch...then watch some TV!" Goku proclaimed happily, walking to the
kitchen.
Soon he walked into the living room with a TV tray under one arm and skillfully balancing a huge
sandwhich on a plate with the other hand. With one hand he set the tray up and set his food on it,
then returned to the kitchen. He came back out smiling goofily, a big soda in hand.
He sat down and flipped through the channels on the tube.
"Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap..." He said as he passed through some serious shows. He stopped on a cooking
channel and drooled for a moment as he watched the cook pull a big steak from an oven. He quickly
snapped from his trance and turned the channel quickly. 'I'd be stuck on that channel for hours.'
He changed the channel a few more times and then stopped on the Spanish channel, his mouth open
in awe. "Wow! what the heck are they saying??" Goku asked aloud, although he didn't expect an answer.
There was a woman on the television was talking in Spanish a million miles a minute. His jaw dropped
a little farther down, "Man! She can talk freaking FAST!"
He watched, amazed, for about half an hour more. 'I think I'm learning some!' He thought after a
commercial for Crest toothpaste. {{I don't own Crest...lmao}}
The phone rang about an hour. He blinked and looked at the phone and let it ring for a few moments
before picking up the phone.
"Hola!" He said, smiling a goofy grin.
"Hey Goku." Piccolo's voice responded, then paused before asking, "When did you learn Spanish?"
"Lo aprendí de mirar la salmuera empapo en el sol." Goku said, thinking he said: "I learned it
from watching the Spanish channel." But really, translated said, "I learned it from watching the
pickle soak in the sun."
"Er...what?" Piccolo asked. The only word he had reconized was Hola, which, of course, means Hello.
"I said, 'I learned it from watching the Spanish channel.'" He paused. "Well I THINK thats what
I said."
"Why are you watching the Spanish channel anyways? Do you have a clue what they are saying?"
"Not really, but I'm learning!"
Piccolo sweatdropped on the other side of the line, "Yeah...riiiight."
"So, why'd ya call, Piccolo?" Goku asked cheerily.
"Just seeing if you've packed yet. Have you?"
"Nooo..." Goku smiled, "I will tomorrow."
"Don't put it off for too long..." Piccolo warned. He had a feeling Goku would be tossing his
stuff into a suitcase at the last minute. Oh say...ten minutes before they had to be at the
airport. He sweatdropped at the thought.
"I wont, don't worry!" Goku smiled happily, waving his hand.
"Alright..." Piccolo answered. 'I better go over tomorrow to make sure he gets the job done.'
"Well I'll see you later!" Goku said, "Gotta learn some more Spanish! It may be useful later on
the trip!"
"I seriosuly doubt that Goku..." Piccolo said, raising an eyeridge, "But I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright come over. We'll do lunch. Hey what the heck! Why don't you have your people call Vegeta's
people and invite him too, and then have your people call my people and tell them if Vegeta's
people said Vegeta would come?" He took a deep breath.
"So...in other words...I'll call Vegeta, then call you back." Piccolo said slowly.
"Yeah, what you said!" Goku chuckled and hung up without another word.
~*At Piccolo's*~
Piccolo blinked as he hung up the phone, then shook his head, "I worry about him..."
He picked up the phone and then dialed his flamey haired friend's number.
Vegeta picked up after two rings, "Hello?"
"Hey Vegeta, this is Piccolo." The green one said, walking into his room. He was on the portable
phone.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Vegeta asked. Piccolo raised his eyeridges thinking, 'He must be in a pretty
good mood. He didn't have any whitty remark like, "Nah, I thought you were Kakorot." Or, "I know
it's you, green bean."'
"Nothing really." Piccolo responded, not saying what was on his mind.
"I'm packing." Vegeta said, although no question had been asked.
"I plan to pack in a little while." Piccolo replied but decided to get to the point of the call,
"Anyways, the reason I called was Goku was inviting us over for lunch...or something..." He raised
an eyeridge. He hadn't really understood what Goku wanted them to do tomorrow.
"Or something?" Vegeta questioned.
"Well he was talking really wierd and saying we had...people..." Piccolo answered.
"People?" Vegeta blinked. "Ok..."
"Well anyways, just come to Goku's at noon, alright?" Piccolo said.
"Right. See you then."
"Alright, bye."
They both hung up and Piccolo dialed Goku's number...again.
His funky-haired friend picked up on the first ring, "Piccolo?"
"This is your MAKER!!!" Piccolo yelled suddenly.
"Mommy?" Goku asked, his eyes wide and innocent. And sparkly...don't forget sparkly!
"Actually...this is Piccolo." The green man smirked.
"Piccolo!? YOU'RE MY MOTHER!?" Goku asked, his eyes HUGE and suprised.
"NO!" Piccolo yelled, suprised that Goku was really saying this.
"Oh...alright!" His tone sounded cheery...as usual.
"Anyways..." Piccolo said, shaking his head at his friend's incredible gulibility, "Vegeta agreed
to come over tommorow."
"Ok, Cool." Goku replied, "Well I will see you then."
"Sure, bye." Piccolo responded before hanging up.
Piccolo hadn't called his father yet, so he decided to. He quickly pressed the speed dial for his
Dad's call phone. His father answered the phone with a proffesional "Hello," after three rings.
"Hello Father."
"Son!" Piccolo's dad said, a small smile in his voice, "How are you doing?"
'Fine...' Piccolo thought sourly, 'Even without you, I'm fine.' He responded, "I'm alright Dad."
"That's good to hear!"
"Yeah..." Piccolo decided to cut the small talk and cut to the chase, "The reason I called was
I wanted to ask you if it was ok if I did something."
"Shoot." His father had a good sense of humor, but he was always away, so Piccolo wasn't really
close to him. He hadn't told him about Karina or anything...yet. His dad hadn't even been to
a single football game he had played in.
"If it's Ok with you, I plan to go with my friends to Florida, then the Bahama's." Piccolo said
firmly.
"Sounds fun." Piccolo heard the edge in his father's voice as he asked, "How much will it cost?"
"Nothing." Piccolo smirked, although he knew his dad couldn't see him.
"Nothing!? Then what do you plan to do there? Go fishing with a stick with a piece of string tied
to it??"
"In Florida we are going camping, then we are going to a spa resort in the Bahama's." Piccolo stated
matter-of-factly.
"Well that would usually cost quite a bundle..." His dad started, sounding like he was in disbelief.
"The reason we aren't going to go broke on this trip is that this girl that is my friend, Bulma,
knows someone up at the resort that can get us free first class round-trip plane tickets and
free reservations for a weeks stay at the spa resort. Lucky, eh?"
"Wow, thats great to hear! Nice to have friends with connections." His dad replied, sounding happy.
Goku's joke about connections struck Piccolo and Goku's teasing voice said in his mind, "It sure
is good to have connections. IF ya know what I mean!" Piccolo imagined his black-spikey-haired
friend winking obviously.
"Yep." Piccolo responded, snapping out of his thought, "Well I'm going to go pack, I'll talk to
you later."
'Much later.' Piccolo thought dryly as his father said goodbye as well and hung up. 'He's always
working...barely ever comes home. But...I guess it's Ok...'
He grunted as he lifted himself off of the couch and walked into his room. He sweatdropped at all
the junk and stuff lying around. There were clothes, shoes, and worthless pieces of junk scattered
all about on the floor, bed, and table. He decided he better clean up his room before packing,
it would be much easier to find things if he did so. He rolled up his sleeves and started picking
up all the socks to start off.
~*~ At Vegeta's Home, 1:30P.M. ~*~
Vegeta looked around his room. He just now seemed to notice that it was so messy he probably
couldn't find a thing. Much less a suit case. He sighed, thinking, 'Looks like a tornado hit...'
He threw clothing aside and made his way to a door on the other side of the room, which was the closet.
He pulled the door open with difficulty, as all the clothing and junk infront of the door made
it harder to pull open. He jumped over his playstation to enter the closet, which was just about
as bad as his room.
He dug around for about five minutes before finally pulling out what he had been searching for:
A vaccume cleaner. As he entered his room again he quickly decided to toss everything that
was on the floor, onto his bed. Then he'd vaccume the floor and then sort all the clothing
on the bed and put it in the correct drawers or in the closet on hangers. Then he'd decide
what to do with all his useless junk later.
A stream of shoes, socks, shirts, pants, and various objexts flew through the air and landed on
the un-made bed. Soon there was a very large pile of things piled on the bed. Vegeta could
see the carpet, which he hadn't seen for quite a while now. It was covered in crumbs, dirt,
and little pieces of string from clothing. He plugged in the vaccume and turned it on and started
pulling and pushing it back and forth across the disgusting floor.
'I feel like a house maid.' Vegeta thought angrily as he lifted up a chair with one hand and held
it easily above his head as he vaccumed under it. He turned off the vaccume and decided to move
his bed so he could vaccume under it as well. He lifted it with both hands and set it aside,
all the junk piled on top of it miraculously staying put. Where the bed used to be he found
more clothing anf junk, including a 3-week-old ham sandwhich he had dropped behind his bed
on accident and had never bothered to pick it up.
He held his breath and pinched his nose with his thumb and index finger as he held the disgusting,
stinking, moldy sandwhich at full arms length infront of him. He made his way to the kitchen and
dumped it in the trash. He returned to his room and threw all the junk on his bed as well before
vaccuming the unvaccumed floor. After finishing with that he hesitantly looked on at the pile of
clothing and junk, which was taller than he was.
'Great...now I have to sort all this crap out...' Vegeta thought angrily as he set to work.
~*~ At Karina's House, 2:45P.M. ~*~
Chi-Chi turned on the vaccume cleaner and pulled it back and forth across the floor. She hummed,
although her humming could not be heard over the loud roaring of the machine. She was helping
Karina straighten up her room and pack. Karina's parents had agreed on letting her go on the
trip and had just wanted her to clean up her room before she left.
Karina leaned over the bed, pulling the new sheets over the matress and tucking the edges under it.
She put on another sheet, then the bedspread. She sat on her bed and lifted her feet up while
Chi-Chi vaccumed under the edge of the bed. She smiled gratefully to Chi-Chi for helping her out
and Chi-Chi returned the smile. As she had told Karina before she didn't mind cleaning at all.
Chi-Chi soon finished vaccuming and asked, "Ok, what now? It looks pretty good." She added, observing
the room, which was practically sparkling. The bedspread was off white with light blue flowers
all over and the carpet was off white as well. The curtains around the single window were light blue
and a comfortable chair in the corner near the off white dressers was the same color of blue.
"Yep. I think that does it." Karina smiled, tossing a sock into the hamper that had escaped her
earlier.
"Now we just need to get you packed." Chi-Chi smiled, putting her hands on her hips.
"Have you packed already?" Karina asked. She was heading for the closet.
"Yep. I believe I have everything." Chi-Chi answered.
"Well let me just find my suit case..." Karina called, digging around in her closet.
"Alright. You might need more then one, you have to pack for two weeks, remember?"
"Yeah." Karina emerged from the closet, two well-sized suit cases handles in each hand, the cases
themselves at each of her sides.
"Ok, this first one," Chi-Chi said, pulling a suit case from her bright green haired friend,
"Will be the one for the camping week."
"Ok then." Karina agreed, setting the other one down and sitting next to Chi-Chi, who was opening
it.
"You'll need lot's of shorts and tee shirts." Chi-Chi commented, standing and walking over to
a dresser.
Karina walked over to her and opened one of the drawers, which had shorts in it. She pulled out
four pairs of jean shorts and three pairs of cotton shorts. "I can use these for sleeping clothing."
Karina commented, holding up the cotton shorts. She also got some tee shirts and a few speggetti
stapped shirts for sleeping attire.
Chi-Chi nodded and helped her decide on some shirts. Soon they were folding many different articals
of clothing and laying them in the suit case. Soon it was full, complete with bug repelant, sun screen,
and a few pairs of good athletic shoes.
They started work on the next suit case, the one that would be used for the week of the spa resort.
Karina had choosen much fancier clothing, though most of them were still quite casual.
"Bulma told me that we needed some clothing we could do athletic stuff in." Chi-Chi told Karina,
pulling out some sweat pants from her friend's drawers. She also picked out a few athletic shirts.
"Anything else?" Karina asked after folding the clothing and putting it in the suit case.
Chi-Chi looked thoughtful and then replied, "Oh yeah, you need a nice dress. There is going to
be a special dinner on the Friday we are there."
Karina got up and walked to her closet, and Chi-Chi followed. Karina looked thoughtful as she looked
through her dresses. "I think I'll wear..." She pulled out a night blue dress that was sleeveless
and had a long skirt that had a slit on the side.
"wow! It's so beautiful!" Chi-Chi smiled widely, admiring the dress. "Try it on please! I want to
see how it looks on you."
"Alright." Karina smiled, blushing just a little and closing the closet door to change. Chi-Chi
sat on the bed, waiting for her to emerge. The door sqeaked open slowly. Chi-Chi looked up.
Karina was standing with a hand on her hip, the other down by her side. It was sleeveless and she
had taken her hair down from it's pony tail, so now it rested in green curls on her bare shoulders.
The slit went up to mid thigh on the right side and her leg was pertruding from it slightly.
She didn't have any shoes on.
Chi-Chi whistled. "Wow, you look so beautiful!" she complimented, and Karina blushed, smiling
a muttering, "Thank You."
Chi-Chi got up and passed Karina to enter the closet. Karina turned to see Chi-Chi crouching over
her shoes. Chi-Chi picked up some heeled sandals that were black and smiled, standing straight,
"These will go perfectly with your dress." She walked over and layed them in the suit case.
Karina changed back into her regular clothes and put the dress carefully in the suit case.
After packing her backback with her CD player, CD's, and an extra change of clothes with her tooth
brush and tooth paste, just incase the other luggage was lost, Karina declared she was finished.
"Wait." Chi-Chi said after a moment and headed into the hall. Karina blinked as, a few moments later,
Chi-Chi returned with a roll of toilet paper in her hand. She put it in the suit case that
she would use for camping. "Unless you want to use leaves." Chi-Chi smirked. They both burst out
laughing.
~*~ Piccolo's Pad, 5:00P.M. ~*~
Piccolo finally put the last article of clothing in his second suit case. One suir case was closed,
and full, on his bed, while the other was open and full of clothing on the floor. His room was
now clean. Vaccumed, picked up, and dusted. The works. It had taken him longer to clean his room then
pack, which had taken about an hour tops.
"now that that is finally done..." Piccolo groaned, walking into the living room, "I'm just going
to relax on the couch and watch some-"
The phone rang. The side of his mouth twitched with annoyance. "Stupid phone. I don't want to talk
to anyone." He told the phone, as if hoping it might stop ringing. Of course, that didn't work.
He sighed and hesitantly picked it up.
"Hello?" He said, trying not to sound as annoyed as he was.
"Hey Piccolo," A young woman's voice replied, "This is Bulma."
'Great. She'll prbably tell me to do something...' Piccolo thought, but tried to sound happy to
hear her, "Hey Bulma. Why'd you call?"
"I was talking to my friend today, the one up at the spa, and she said they are having a special
dinner Friday night at the resort. The requested attire for men is Suit and Bow tie. So, I really
doubted you planned to pack a Tux, so I needed to tell you."
"Oh." Piccolo said, as he thought about how much he hated wearing tuxes. "Well I'll make sure I
pack it Bulma. Thanks for telling me."
"No problem." Bulma said cheerily, "See you later, bye bye."
"Bye."
He hung up and lifted himself off of the couch and went to his room. He dug through his closet
and finally unearthed his tux, which was dirty and wrinkled.
"This is going to the dry cleaners tommorow..." He said, setting it over a chair and returning
to the couch in his living room. He sat down and watched some TV, finally being able to relax
and rest for the first time today. Cleaning up his room was tiring, not to mention packing.
~*~ Vegeta's Place, 6:14P.M. ~*~
"Finally," Vegeta sighed, laying his tuxedo in his suit case, "I'm finished."
Vegeta's room wasn't exactly clean, but it was a whole lot better than it was when he started.
There were still some clothing scattered about on the floor, but that was all. He had also finished
packing.
Bulma had called, informing him to bring a tux and also told him she was supplying two large tents
for the camping trip. One for girls, and one for the guys. She was also bringing food and stuff.
He had only brought clothing, shoes, and some sun screen and misquito repellent in the camping
suit case. In the other he had brought clothing, including athletic wear, and shoes and fancy
clothing, which was only the tux.
He rested on the couch, closing his eyes and collecting his thoughts. For some reason yesterday
flashed into his mind.
Bulma crying. Him walking up to her.
Silence.
Him opening his mouth and saying the words.
The cursed words that binded him to her. The words that he sometimes dispised, and other times cherished.
Those three words that made him humble. Humble for this Earth woman...
"I love you..."
Bulma throwing her arms around him, hugging onto him affectionatly.
His voice saying those three words echoed through his mind. He had never thought he would actually
use those words. Not him, not the prince of all saiyans.
The cruel reminder that his planet had been destroyed hit him. 'The prince of what? The prince
of a almost extint race? Is that what I am? The prince of a practically dead race? My mother,
a few workers of my mother that survived with us, Kakorot and I? Our race is dead...'
Vegeta felt his heartbeat quicken, and he said aloud, telling himself, "No...the race is not dead...
not while I'm here. Not while Kakorot lives..."
He sat up as the phone rang, and he picked it up, not saying anything. After a moment the person
on the phone spoke in a confused voice, "Vegeta? Are you there?"
It was Goku.
"Yes Kakorot...I'm here." Vegeta responded.
"Oh, Ok. Well come over to my house tommorow around...noon, alright? Piccolo might have given you
an assumed time, but I really rather you come then. Alright?"
"That's fine." Vegeta replied.
"Bye Vegeta."
Vegeta didn't reply, he just hung up. 'The saiyan race will not die...' He thought, walking to
his room and laying on the bed. He put his hands behinf his head and let himself become lost in
thought as he stared at the ceiling silently. It was then that he realized he still had to call
his mother.
'Great...' Vegeta muttered, looking at the phone on the bed side table distastefully, 'Just Great."
~*~ Meanwhile At Bulma's House ~*~
Bulma zipped her last suit case shut. All together she had three. "Ok...clothing, camping gear,
accessories, sunscreen, bug repelent...I believe I have everything. I just need to pack the cooler."
She said to herself before rushing downstairs.
She dug around in the downstiars closet before pulling out a large ice chest. It was up to her thighs
and about five feet length wise. She dragged it from the livingroom into the kitchen. She looked
thoughtfully at the contents of the large fridge.
'This still wont be enough for Goku and Vegeta...' Bulma thought, tossing in almost all of it.
Soon it was almost full. She pressed the button on the fridge that was the ice maker and let it
pour onto the food inside the chest. As soon as it was full she shut the lid.
"I hope this keeps." She said aloud as she duck taped it closed tightly all around the chest.
"And I hope it does alright on the plane to Florida." She thought aloud, dragging the huge chest
through the living room and outside. She dragged it along the sidewalk until she came to a small building
she opened the door to reveal it was a large freezer room. She pulled the ice chest inside and walked
out again, shutting the door.
'Well,' She thought, clapping his hands together, 'Those two hungry saiyans will have to live.
Besides if they really need more food we wont be to far from a grocery store.'
She had planned the campsite already, which was close to sivilization, had the plane tickets,
the money she planned to bring, and all of her luggage. Her friend had already told her that
the reservation's for the resort had been made. She was set. As she walked back to her house
she smiled, thinking how much her and all her friends were going to enjoy this vacation.
~*~ The next day, 5 minutes 'till Noon, Goku's house ~*~
"Hmm..." Goku mumbled as he finished slopping some mayonaise {Is that how you spell it?} onto a
piece of wheat bread and placing it ontop of the large ham sandwhich, that was stacked about a foot
high. There were three, although he wasn't positive if Piccolo would eat his. He reached into the
fride and pulled out three canned sodas and brought them into the living room, setting them on
small table, which itself was as high as the couches seat, infront of the TV.
After carring the three large sandwhiches into the living room as well, one by one, and setting
them next to the drinks, the door bell rang.
"Ooo goody," Goku smirked, jumping over the couch and making his way to the door, "Company!"
He opened it to reveal both Vegeta and Piccolo standing there. They were both in football jackets and
the taller one was wearing slightly baggy black cargo pants and a plain white tee shirt under the
blue and black football jacket. The short saiyan was attired in kaki cargo shorts and a white tee
shirt under his jacket.
"¡Hola caballeros! ¡Venido adentro a mi cuarto de baño fino!" Goku greeted. He had meant to say,
"Hello gentlemen! Come into my fine home!" But had, once agian, miss interperated the language and
had really said, "Hello horsemen! Come inside to my fine bathroom!"
Piccolo and Vegeta came inside, although they didn't have a clue what thier friend had said.
Vegeta quickly spotted the foot-tall sandwhiches and rushed over, placing a hand on the couches
back and lifting himself over it, sitting on the cusion infront of one of the sandwhiches.
Goku bounced over and jumped up high and over the couch, landing next to Vegeta, who was bounced
off and landed on his rear on the floor.
Piccolo and Goku burst into laughter. Vegeta huffed, standing up and sitting down again on the sofa.
Piccolo stopped laughing after a while, but Goku continued, his face turning red. Vegeta scowled
at the taller saiyan, as if warning him to shut up. Goku didn't seem to see the smaller Saiyans
scowl because his eyes were closed with laughter.
"Shut up, Kakorot!" Vegeta finally yelled, unable to stand it anymore.
Goku shut his yap, his face suddenly blank of emotion as he looked down at the large sandwhich infront of
him. Without saying anything, as if he had not been laughing at all, he picked up the sandwhich and started
wolfing it down. Vegeta rolled his eyes as he picked up his sandwhich, but was soon too busy enjoying
it to think about Goku's odd change of emotion.
Piccolo looked at his sandwhich thoughtfully. To him it looked like mayonaise, lettuce, tomato,
bread, and lunch meat thrown together as a sorry excuse for lunch, but it did look oddly appatizing.
He ate at it slowly, not half as fast as the other two.
When Goku finished, he leaned back, his hands on his now larger belly, and exclaimed, his eyes
closed and his mouth in a smile {That cute little look he gets a lot ^_^} "¡Eso era delicioso!"
{Which means "That was delicious!"}
Vegeta finished soon after and leaned back as well, a content smirk on his face. They waited patiently
for Piccolo to finish, and soon they were all done, smiles on thier faces. Goku belched, breaking
the silence. Vegeta guzzled down his whole can of coke in one gulp, and then burped loudly.
He and Goku chuckled while Piccolo rolled his eyes. Goku guzzled down his drink and burped long
and loud. Vegeta and Goku snickered.
"Disgusting..." Piccolo sneered, his lip curling.
Goku and Vegeta just laughed. Piccolo rolled his eyes again at thier immiturity.
"Anyways, what do you want us to help you with again Goku?" Piccolo asked, trying to divert thier
minds from thinking about having a burping contest or something.
"Oh!" Goku exclaimed, as if he had just them remembered, "I wanted you guys to help me pack."
"Alright. I've packed already, so I know what you need." Piccolo said, standing.
"Me too." Vegeta agreed, getting to his feet.
Goku jumped up and led the way to his room, which was sort of messy.
"I cleaned my room before I packed, so I could find stuff easier." Vegeta stated, raising an eyebrow
at the mess, although it wasn't half as bad as his room had been.
"But I don't wanna clean my room! I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna!" Goku whined, just like a
little kid, saying the last few "I don't wanna's" fast and close together.
"Well too bad," Piccolo said, "We're cleaning up your room."
"Fine..." Goku whined, his tone defeated.
So, they set off, throwing dirty clothes in the clothes hamper, putting knocked down books back on the
shelf, and vaccuming the floor. goku leaned over his bed as he made it, pulling the covers over the matress
and straightening them. They continued cleaning up untill the room was almost perfectly neat.
"Ok, now grab a few suit cases." Piccolo ordered, and Goku walked over to the closet, obeying.
He opened the door and was burried in a waterfall of suit cases that fell out, the door of the closet
now gone and not holding them inside any longer. Vegeta and Piccolo laughed as the spikey haired
saiyan threw a suit case off of himself, his eyes crossed and a bump on his head.
"Stupid suit cases." Goku muttered, getting up and choosing two, then shoving the others back inside
the closet and shutting the door.
"You'll need some casual clothes for camping, somewhat nice clothes for the resort, a tuxedo, some
dress shoes, some good walking shoes, some athletic shoes, sunscreen, bug repelent, um boxers,"
At this point Vegeta snickered before continuing with his list of things Goku needed to pack,
"socks, athletic clothes, a toothbrush, some toothpaste; you'll need those, your breath STINKS,
also soap, for your reeking stench, shampoo, a comb, like it will help any, and any other toiletries
you believe you might need."
Goku rolled his eyes at Vegeta's last few comments before setting to work, picking out clothes
and stuff to wear. Soon he had one suit case packed and started on the other. After finishing
both he stood and asked the other saiyan in the room, "Anything else?"
"Well pack your backpack with some stuff you might want to use on the plane." Vegeta said.
"Alright," Goku complied, tossing his CD player and CD's in his backpack.
"And bring an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush in your backpack, just incase your luggage
gets lost on the trip." Piccolo added thoughtfully.
"Right." Goku said, pulling some boxers, jeans, and a tee shirt from his drawers. He returned from the
bathroom with another tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush. He put them in the front pocket of his
bag. Piccolo and Vegeta watched in wonder as he dug through a chest at the foot of his bed for something,
tossing random idems out of the way in his search. He stood straigt, a triumphant smile on his
face as he held up a small portable TV.
As he shoved it into his bag's largest pocket Vegeta turned to Piccolo, raising an eyebrow and
asked, "Will that work on the plane?"
Piccolo shrugged in reply and then suggested, "Why don't you call Bulma and ask. And ask her if
lap tops will work too, because if they do I'll bring mine."
"Right." Vegeta said, turning to Goku, who was tossing his backpack on one of the two suit cases.
"Kakorot, where is your phone?" Vegeta asked.
Goku looked at the portable black phone that was lying on the made bed and pointed to it in reply.
"Thanks." Vegeta grunted, walking over to it and picking it up. He quickly, without any sign of
hesitation, dialed in Bulma's number. As he held the phone to his ear, waiting for his girl friend
to pick up, Goku whispered to Piccolo, "He didn't even have to think about her number, he knows it
so well."
The two chuckled as Vegeta heard Bulma pick up on the other line and ask, "Hello?"
"Hey." Vegeta said, his voice smooth. Piccolo raised his eyeridges as Goku raised his eyebrows.
The two looked at each other, sly grins crossing both of thier faces.
"Hey Vegeta." Bulma's voice was heard by the three men.
"I called to ask, would a portable TV work on an airplane?" Vegeta asked, getting to the point right away.
"And lap tops!" Piccolo added.
"And lap tops too?" Vegeta said, adding it in before Bulma could answer.
"Yes, they should work, but you wont get any good channels in the air. Maybe a spanish channel and
a news station, but thats all." Bulma replied.
Vegeta covered the mouthpiece with his hand momentarily, turning to the other two and revealing the
answer.
"Oh yay! I can brush up on my Español!" Goku smiled. Piccolo rolled his eyes.
"Ok, thanks Bulma." Vegeta thanked.
"Anytime sweety."
Vegeta blushed at her calling him sweety, but the other guys hadn't heard, so he stopped blushing
in an instant. He pushed the talk button, hanging up.
"Crap!" Piccolo exclaimed, looking at the clock on the wall.
"what?" Both saiyans asked at the same time, blinking.
"I forgot to get my tux from the dry cleaners. I hope they still have it." Piccolo explained hurriedly,
rushing out the door, the two saiyans right behind him.
"I'm sure they do." Goku assured, "It's not like they said, 'Well this guy hasn't picked up his
tux, we better throw it in the street so it can get ran over by cars since he doesn't want it
anymore.'"
Piccolo and Vegeta both looked at him skeptically. He sweatdropped, smiling and rubbing the back of
his head sheepishly.
They walked out the door and took off into the sky, Piccolo leading the way. They soon landed infront
of a small shop made of brick that was apinted white. They walked in and looked around. It was small,
but elegant, people behind cash registers and doors behind the counter, leading who knows where.
Apparently to where they did all the dry cleaning. The walls were off white, maroon colored apolstry
chairs against them. There was a small table with magazines on it near the door.
Piccolo walked up to a lady that was behind a cash register and shaping her nails with a nail file.
She was young and looked about thier age. She blew a bubble with her gum and it popped, and she sucked
it back into her mouth, glancing at Piccolo.
"May I help you?" She said non-chalantly, studying her nails.
"Yes. I'm a little late in picking up a tuxedo, the name is-" Piccolo was cut off as she pulled
out his tux and set it on the counter infront of her.
"You've already payed, Mr. Piccolo, so have a nice day." She said dully, looking back to her nails.
"Uh...thanks." Piccolo blinked, picking up his tux which was is a clear plastic bag and on a hanger.
She didn't reply as he turned to his two awaiting friends and said, "Lets go."
They followed him into the small parking lot and took off into the sky, ignoring the suprised and
shocked looks passer-byers were giving them. the soon landed at Goku's pad again and went inside,
Piccolo laying his tux on the couch. They returned to the saiyan's room.
"Well it looks liek your set." Piccolo confirmed as he looked at the two suit cases and back pack.
"I can't think of anything else I need." Goku agreed, sitting on his bed.
The phone rang and Goku picked it up, pushing the talk button. "Hello?" He asked.
After a moment he looked at the other two, "It's Bulma."
"Mhmm...Ok...Mmm...I see. Well we'll see you then, Bulma." Goku said as the other two waited.
"Bye bye." He hung up and looked at them.
"Bulma says we leave tomorrow. She's picking us up from our houses around 9:30 and taking us to the air
port. We need to have our luggage ready to go as soon as she picks us up. At the air port she is
going to give us our tickets as we board the plane at 10:30 on the dot. She informs you to bring
paper bags if you think you might get air sick on the plane." Goku informed.
"And Bulma says she loves you, Vegeta." Goku added, grinning broadly at the smaller saiyan, who blushed
intensely. The other two snickered and Vegeta scowled at them warningly.
"Well I'm going home." Piccolo said, leaving Goku's room, the others following.
"Why so early Pic?" Goku asked.
"I want to play my guitar some more before I go." Piccolo explained.
"I got an idea!" Goku exclaimed cheerily, "You could bring it with you!"
"No way!" Piccolo immediatly turned the suggestion down, "It will get ruined!"
"You don't know that." Goku argued.
"But I DO know I am not taking my guitar on this trip!" Piccolo confirmed, ending the argument.
"What about you, Vegeta?" Goku asked, turning to him, "Wanna stay for a while and watch the Spanish
channel with me?"
The other two in the room sweat ropped, almost falling over.
"No thanks..." Vegeta turned the offer down. "Bye!"
Piccolo and Vegeta quickly headed out the door.
"Aw c'mon guys!" Goku yelled, running out the door to see them taking off. "IT WILL BE EDUCATIONAL!"
He yelled at thier retreated forms.
"I don't want to learn anything educational untill school starts!" Vegeta yelled back, a blue
aroura forming around him as he powered up and flew off faster, leaving a blue trail behind him
that soon faded.
"That goes for me too!" Piccolo smirked, doing the same as Vegeta.
Goku sighed as he watched Piccolo dissapear into the sky. He walked back inside and plopped down
on the couch, turning on the TV with the remote.
"Fine!" He huffed, "I can watch the Spanish channel by myself!"
He soon forgot about the others as he watched the Tellitubies in Spanish, his mouth open in awe.
~*~
Hey, I'm done! I know I know, it's short compared to other chapters. But hey, I think it's pretty long!
I hope you liked it. I tried to get a little romance and a lot of humor in this one. A little
bit of Ooc, but hey, I always have Ooc in my story. Muahahahahahaha!
ATTENTION!!!I'm going out of town for a few days so don't expect an update all that soon. Sorry ^_^;
Ok, I'm going to suggest this fic to you. It's not a Dbz fic, but it's a good one if your ever looking
for a dramatic kinda story {In My opinion} to read in your spare time. It's not finished.
Go The Extra Mile
James, Joe, Steven, Tracy, and Kari are best friends, and have been since kindergarten. But what happens when secrets and
violence get in the way? Chapter 8 up! Kari's scaring the whole school! What? That's not Kari?!?
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Ok, This chapter: The Weekend {Saturday & Sunday} Then the day they leave for Florida! I decided
thats a wierd place to camp but...oh well. The Bahama's would be wierder, eh? Well They leave
for Florida on a plance Monday and some Wacky stuff insues! And jsut wait 'Till the next chapters
where they camp, travel, and go to the Bahama's for a week of Wacky Luxury!
Enjoy ^_^
Oh, and another thing, I don't know Spanish worth crap. I'm just a white girl and using A translator
which is proabably off. So, see, I type in one thing and it says another simalar to it in Spanish
So, if YOU know spanish and read something REALLY wierd that is different then what I said it
was in English, you will know why. Thank you for your time. ^_~ Oh, and I do know what Chicka
means...I'm not stupid...heh heh.
~*~
Goku woke up late Saturday, around 12:00A.M. He yawned and stretched, the large muscles
on his arms bulging slightly. He swung his feet over the side of his bed and, with his eyes half
closed, walked over to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, yawned, combed his wild hair out, yawned,
splashed water on his face, and yawned...again.
He looked in the mirror. He was just in his boxers and his muscular arms and chest were bare.
Goku smiled at his tattoo, a snake curled around a rose on the largest part of his left arm.
He had gotten the tattoo on accident, his friends had told him tattoo's were washable, and he had
been gulible and believed them.
He sighed, "Bessy, my friends tricked me into getting you." He was talking to his tattoo. {o.O;}
The tattoo, unsuprisingly, didn't respond. He stroked the snake, "Oh well, I think your pretty."
He smirked and then flexed his muscles and the snake got larger as his skin stretched, "Pretty
Manly!"
He laughed and jumped into the shower, pulling off his boxers and throwing them on the floor.
~*~About 30 minutes Later~*~
Goku walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist. He was drying his hair with another
towel. He threw the wet towel to the floor and shook his head, the last remaining water droplets
flying off his hair. He smiled and combed out his hair so it was sticking out in all diffrent
directions...as usual. He never could make it do anything else, no matter how much gel he used.
He smiled at his reflection and then walked into his room. He got dressed in an orange sleeveless
shirt and a navy blue t-shirt underneath. He wore orange baggy pants that were not made of jean
material. He pulled on some sneakers and looked in the mirror and nodded, deciding he liked the
outfit. He grinned the famous son grin before heading into the living room.
"I think I'll fix myself some luch...then watch some TV!" Goku proclaimed happily, walking to the
kitchen.
Soon he walked into the living room with a TV tray under one arm and skillfully balancing a huge
sandwhich on a plate with the other hand. With one hand he set the tray up and set his food on it,
then returned to the kitchen. He came back out smiling goofily, a big soda in hand.
He sat down and flipped through the channels on the tube.
"Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap..." He said as he passed through some serious shows. He stopped on a cooking
channel and drooled for a moment as he watched the cook pull a big steak from an oven. He quickly
snapped from his trance and turned the channel quickly. 'I'd be stuck on that channel for hours.'
He changed the channel a few more times and then stopped on the Spanish channel, his mouth open
in awe. "Wow! what the heck are they saying??" Goku asked aloud, although he didn't expect an answer.
There was a woman on the television was talking in Spanish a million miles a minute. His jaw dropped
a little farther down, "Man! She can talk freaking FAST!"
He watched, amazed, for about half an hour more. 'I think I'm learning some!' He thought after a
commercial for Crest toothpaste. {{I don't own Crest...lmao}}
The phone rang about an hour. He blinked and looked at the phone and let it ring for a few moments
before picking up the phone.
"Hola!" He said, smiling a goofy grin.
"Hey Goku." Piccolo's voice responded, then paused before asking, "When did you learn Spanish?"
"Lo aprendí de mirar la salmuera empapo en el sol." Goku said, thinking he said: "I learned it
from watching the Spanish channel." But really, translated said, "I learned it from watching the
pickle soak in the sun."
"Er...what?" Piccolo asked. The only word he had reconized was Hola, which, of course, means Hello.
"I said, 'I learned it from watching the Spanish channel.'" He paused. "Well I THINK thats what
I said."
"Why are you watching the Spanish channel anyways? Do you have a clue what they are saying?"
"Not really, but I'm learning!"
Piccolo sweatdropped on the other side of the line, "Yeah...riiiight."
"So, why'd ya call, Piccolo?" Goku asked cheerily.
"Just seeing if you've packed yet. Have you?"
"Nooo..." Goku smiled, "I will tomorrow."
"Don't put it off for too long..." Piccolo warned. He had a feeling Goku would be tossing his
stuff into a suitcase at the last minute. Oh say...ten minutes before they had to be at the
airport. He sweatdropped at the thought.
"I wont, don't worry!" Goku smiled happily, waving his hand.
"Alright..." Piccolo answered. 'I better go over tomorrow to make sure he gets the job done.'
"Well I'll see you later!" Goku said, "Gotta learn some more Spanish! It may be useful later on
the trip!"
"I seriosuly doubt that Goku..." Piccolo said, raising an eyeridge, "But I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright come over. We'll do lunch. Hey what the heck! Why don't you have your people call Vegeta's
people and invite him too, and then have your people call my people and tell them if Vegeta's
people said Vegeta would come?" He took a deep breath.
"So...in other words...I'll call Vegeta, then call you back." Piccolo said slowly.
"Yeah, what you said!" Goku chuckled and hung up without another word.
~*At Piccolo's*~
Piccolo blinked as he hung up the phone, then shook his head, "I worry about him..."
He picked up the phone and then dialed his flamey haired friend's number.
Vegeta picked up after two rings, "Hello?"
"Hey Vegeta, this is Piccolo." The green one said, walking into his room. He was on the portable
phone.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Vegeta asked. Piccolo raised his eyeridges thinking, 'He must be in a pretty
good mood. He didn't have any whitty remark like, "Nah, I thought you were Kakorot." Or, "I know
it's you, green bean."'
"Nothing really." Piccolo responded, not saying what was on his mind.
"I'm packing." Vegeta said, although no question had been asked.
"I plan to pack in a little while." Piccolo replied but decided to get to the point of the call,
"Anyways, the reason I called was Goku was inviting us over for lunch...or something..." He raised
an eyeridge. He hadn't really understood what Goku wanted them to do tomorrow.
"Or something?" Vegeta questioned.
"Well he was talking really wierd and saying we had...people..." Piccolo answered.
"People?" Vegeta blinked. "Ok..."
"Well anyways, just come to Goku's at noon, alright?" Piccolo said.
"Right. See you then."
"Alright, bye."
They both hung up and Piccolo dialed Goku's number...again.
His funky-haired friend picked up on the first ring, "Piccolo?"
"This is your MAKER!!!" Piccolo yelled suddenly.
"Mommy?" Goku asked, his eyes wide and innocent. And sparkly...don't forget sparkly!
"Actually...this is Piccolo." The green man smirked.
"Piccolo!? YOU'RE MY MOTHER!?" Goku asked, his eyes HUGE and suprised.
"NO!" Piccolo yelled, suprised that Goku was really saying this.
"Oh...alright!" His tone sounded cheery...as usual.
"Anyways..." Piccolo said, shaking his head at his friend's incredible gulibility, "Vegeta agreed
to come over tommorow."
"Ok, Cool." Goku replied, "Well I will see you then."
"Sure, bye." Piccolo responded before hanging up.
Piccolo hadn't called his father yet, so he decided to. He quickly pressed the speed dial for his
Dad's call phone. His father answered the phone with a proffesional "Hello," after three rings.
"Hello Father."
"Son!" Piccolo's dad said, a small smile in his voice, "How are you doing?"
'Fine...' Piccolo thought sourly, 'Even without you, I'm fine.' He responded, "I'm alright Dad."
"That's good to hear!"
"Yeah..." Piccolo decided to cut the small talk and cut to the chase, "The reason I called was
I wanted to ask you if it was ok if I did something."
"Shoot." His father had a good sense of humor, but he was always away, so Piccolo wasn't really
close to him. He hadn't told him about Karina or anything...yet. His dad hadn't even been to
a single football game he had played in.
"If it's Ok with you, I plan to go with my friends to Florida, then the Bahama's." Piccolo said
firmly.
"Sounds fun." Piccolo heard the edge in his father's voice as he asked, "How much will it cost?"
"Nothing." Piccolo smirked, although he knew his dad couldn't see him.
"Nothing!? Then what do you plan to do there? Go fishing with a stick with a piece of string tied
to it??"
"In Florida we are going camping, then we are going to a spa resort in the Bahama's." Piccolo stated
matter-of-factly.
"Well that would usually cost quite a bundle..." His dad started, sounding like he was in disbelief.
"The reason we aren't going to go broke on this trip is that this girl that is my friend, Bulma,
knows someone up at the resort that can get us free first class round-trip plane tickets and
free reservations for a weeks stay at the spa resort. Lucky, eh?"
"Wow, thats great to hear! Nice to have friends with connections." His dad replied, sounding happy.
Goku's joke about connections struck Piccolo and Goku's teasing voice said in his mind, "It sure
is good to have connections. IF ya know what I mean!" Piccolo imagined his black-spikey-haired
friend winking obviously.
"Yep." Piccolo responded, snapping out of his thought, "Well I'm going to go pack, I'll talk to
you later."
'Much later.' Piccolo thought dryly as his father said goodbye as well and hung up. 'He's always
working...barely ever comes home. But...I guess it's Ok...'
He grunted as he lifted himself off of the couch and walked into his room. He sweatdropped at all
the junk and stuff lying around. There were clothes, shoes, and worthless pieces of junk scattered
all about on the floor, bed, and table. He decided he better clean up his room before packing,
it would be much easier to find things if he did so. He rolled up his sleeves and started picking
up all the socks to start off.
~*~ At Vegeta's Home, 1:30P.M. ~*~
Vegeta looked around his room. He just now seemed to notice that it was so messy he probably
couldn't find a thing. Much less a suit case. He sighed, thinking, 'Looks like a tornado hit...'
He threw clothing aside and made his way to a door on the other side of the room, which was the closet.
He pulled the door open with difficulty, as all the clothing and junk infront of the door made
it harder to pull open. He jumped over his playstation to enter the closet, which was just about
as bad as his room.
He dug around for about five minutes before finally pulling out what he had been searching for:
A vaccume cleaner. As he entered his room again he quickly decided to toss everything that
was on the floor, onto his bed. Then he'd vaccume the floor and then sort all the clothing
on the bed and put it in the correct drawers or in the closet on hangers. Then he'd decide
what to do with all his useless junk later.
A stream of shoes, socks, shirts, pants, and various objexts flew through the air and landed on
the un-made bed. Soon there was a very large pile of things piled on the bed. Vegeta could
see the carpet, which he hadn't seen for quite a while now. It was covered in crumbs, dirt,
and little pieces of string from clothing. He plugged in the vaccume and turned it on and started
pulling and pushing it back and forth across the disgusting floor.
'I feel like a house maid.' Vegeta thought angrily as he lifted up a chair with one hand and held
it easily above his head as he vaccumed under it. He turned off the vaccume and decided to move
his bed so he could vaccume under it as well. He lifted it with both hands and set it aside,
all the junk piled on top of it miraculously staying put. Where the bed used to be he found
more clothing anf junk, including a 3-week-old ham sandwhich he had dropped behind his bed
on accident and had never bothered to pick it up.
He held his breath and pinched his nose with his thumb and index finger as he held the disgusting,
stinking, moldy sandwhich at full arms length infront of him. He made his way to the kitchen and
dumped it in the trash. He returned to his room and threw all the junk on his bed as well before
vaccuming the unvaccumed floor. After finishing with that he hesitantly looked on at the pile of
clothing and junk, which was taller than he was.
'Great...now I have to sort all this crap out...' Vegeta thought angrily as he set to work.
~*~ At Karina's House, 2:45P.M. ~*~
Chi-Chi turned on the vaccume cleaner and pulled it back and forth across the floor. She hummed,
although her humming could not be heard over the loud roaring of the machine. She was helping
Karina straighten up her room and pack. Karina's parents had agreed on letting her go on the
trip and had just wanted her to clean up her room before she left.
Karina leaned over the bed, pulling the new sheets over the matress and tucking the edges under it.
She put on another sheet, then the bedspread. She sat on her bed and lifted her feet up while
Chi-Chi vaccumed under the edge of the bed. She smiled gratefully to Chi-Chi for helping her out
and Chi-Chi returned the smile. As she had told Karina before she didn't mind cleaning at all.
Chi-Chi soon finished vaccuming and asked, "Ok, what now? It looks pretty good." She added, observing
the room, which was practically sparkling. The bedspread was off white with light blue flowers
all over and the carpet was off white as well. The curtains around the single window were light blue
and a comfortable chair in the corner near the off white dressers was the same color of blue.
"Yep. I think that does it." Karina smiled, tossing a sock into the hamper that had escaped her
earlier.
"Now we just need to get you packed." Chi-Chi smiled, putting her hands on her hips.
"Have you packed already?" Karina asked. She was heading for the closet.
"Yep. I believe I have everything." Chi-Chi answered.
"Well let me just find my suit case..." Karina called, digging around in her closet.
"Alright. You might need more then one, you have to pack for two weeks, remember?"
"Yeah." Karina emerged from the closet, two well-sized suit cases handles in each hand, the cases
themselves at each of her sides.
"Ok, this first one," Chi-Chi said, pulling a suit case from her bright green haired friend,
"Will be the one for the camping week."
"Ok then." Karina agreed, setting the other one down and sitting next to Chi-Chi, who was opening
it.
"You'll need lot's of shorts and tee shirts." Chi-Chi commented, standing and walking over to
a dresser.
Karina walked over to her and opened one of the drawers, which had shorts in it. She pulled out
four pairs of jean shorts and three pairs of cotton shorts. "I can use these for sleeping clothing."
Karina commented, holding up the cotton shorts. She also got some tee shirts and a few speggetti
stapped shirts for sleeping attire.
Chi-Chi nodded and helped her decide on some shirts. Soon they were folding many different articals
of clothing and laying them in the suit case. Soon it was full, complete with bug repelant, sun screen,
and a few pairs of good athletic shoes.
They started work on the next suit case, the one that would be used for the week of the spa resort.
Karina had choosen much fancier clothing, though most of them were still quite casual.
"Bulma told me that we needed some clothing we could do athletic stuff in." Chi-Chi told Karina,
pulling out some sweat pants from her friend's drawers. She also picked out a few athletic shirts.
"Anything else?" Karina asked after folding the clothing and putting it in the suit case.
Chi-Chi looked thoughtful and then replied, "Oh yeah, you need a nice dress. There is going to
be a special dinner on the Friday we are there."
Karina got up and walked to her closet, and Chi-Chi followed. Karina looked thoughtful as she looked
through her dresses. "I think I'll wear..." She pulled out a night blue dress that was sleeveless
and had a long skirt that had a slit on the side.
"wow! It's so beautiful!" Chi-Chi smiled widely, admiring the dress. "Try it on please! I want to
see how it looks on you."
"Alright." Karina smiled, blushing just a little and closing the closet door to change. Chi-Chi
sat on the bed, waiting for her to emerge. The door sqeaked open slowly. Chi-Chi looked up.
Karina was standing with a hand on her hip, the other down by her side. It was sleeveless and she
had taken her hair down from it's pony tail, so now it rested in green curls on her bare shoulders.
The slit went up to mid thigh on the right side and her leg was pertruding from it slightly.
She didn't have any shoes on.
Chi-Chi whistled. "Wow, you look so beautiful!" she complimented, and Karina blushed, smiling
a muttering, "Thank You."
Chi-Chi got up and passed Karina to enter the closet. Karina turned to see Chi-Chi crouching over
her shoes. Chi-Chi picked up some heeled sandals that were black and smiled, standing straight,
"These will go perfectly with your dress." She walked over and layed them in the suit case.
Karina changed back into her regular clothes and put the dress carefully in the suit case.
After packing her backback with her CD player, CD's, and an extra change of clothes with her tooth
brush and tooth paste, just incase the other luggage was lost, Karina declared she was finished.
"Wait." Chi-Chi said after a moment and headed into the hall. Karina blinked as, a few moments later,
Chi-Chi returned with a roll of toilet paper in her hand. She put it in the suit case that
she would use for camping. "Unless you want to use leaves." Chi-Chi smirked. They both burst out
laughing.
~*~ Piccolo's Pad, 5:00P.M. ~*~
Piccolo finally put the last article of clothing in his second suit case. One suir case was closed,
and full, on his bed, while the other was open and full of clothing on the floor. His room was
now clean. Vaccumed, picked up, and dusted. The works. It had taken him longer to clean his room then
pack, which had taken about an hour tops.
"now that that is finally done..." Piccolo groaned, walking into the living room, "I'm just going
to relax on the couch and watch some-"
The phone rang. The side of his mouth twitched with annoyance. "Stupid phone. I don't want to talk
to anyone." He told the phone, as if hoping it might stop ringing. Of course, that didn't work.
He sighed and hesitantly picked it up.
"Hello?" He said, trying not to sound as annoyed as he was.
"Hey Piccolo," A young woman's voice replied, "This is Bulma."
'Great. She'll prbably tell me to do something...' Piccolo thought, but tried to sound happy to
hear her, "Hey Bulma. Why'd you call?"
"I was talking to my friend today, the one up at the spa, and she said they are having a special
dinner Friday night at the resort. The requested attire for men is Suit and Bow tie. So, I really
doubted you planned to pack a Tux, so I needed to tell you."
"Oh." Piccolo said, as he thought about how much he hated wearing tuxes. "Well I'll make sure I
pack it Bulma. Thanks for telling me."
"No problem." Bulma said cheerily, "See you later, bye bye."
"Bye."
He hung up and lifted himself off of the couch and went to his room. He dug through his closet
and finally unearthed his tux, which was dirty and wrinkled.
"This is going to the dry cleaners tommorow..." He said, setting it over a chair and returning
to the couch in his living room. He sat down and watched some TV, finally being able to relax
and rest for the first time today. Cleaning up his room was tiring, not to mention packing.
~*~ Vegeta's Place, 6:14P.M. ~*~
"Finally," Vegeta sighed, laying his tuxedo in his suit case, "I'm finished."
Vegeta's room wasn't exactly clean, but it was a whole lot better than it was when he started.
There were still some clothing scattered about on the floor, but that was all. He had also finished
packing.
Bulma had called, informing him to bring a tux and also told him she was supplying two large tents
for the camping trip. One for girls, and one for the guys. She was also bringing food and stuff.
He had only brought clothing, shoes, and some sun screen and misquito repellent in the camping
suit case. In the other he had brought clothing, including athletic wear, and shoes and fancy
clothing, which was only the tux.
He rested on the couch, closing his eyes and collecting his thoughts. For some reason yesterday
flashed into his mind.
Bulma crying. Him walking up to her.
Silence.
Him opening his mouth and saying the words.
The cursed words that binded him to her. The words that he sometimes dispised, and other times cherished.
Those three words that made him humble. Humble for this Earth woman...
"I love you..."
Bulma throwing her arms around him, hugging onto him affectionatly.
His voice saying those three words echoed through his mind. He had never thought he would actually
use those words. Not him, not the prince of all saiyans.
The cruel reminder that his planet had been destroyed hit him. 'The prince of what? The prince
of a almost extint race? Is that what I am? The prince of a practically dead race? My mother,
a few workers of my mother that survived with us, Kakorot and I? Our race is dead...'
Vegeta felt his heartbeat quicken, and he said aloud, telling himself, "No...the race is not dead...
not while I'm here. Not while Kakorot lives..."
He sat up as the phone rang, and he picked it up, not saying anything. After a moment the person
on the phone spoke in a confused voice, "Vegeta? Are you there?"
It was Goku.
"Yes Kakorot...I'm here." Vegeta responded.
"Oh, Ok. Well come over to my house tommorow around...noon, alright? Piccolo might have given you
an assumed time, but I really rather you come then. Alright?"
"That's fine." Vegeta replied.
"Bye Vegeta."
Vegeta didn't reply, he just hung up. 'The saiyan race will not die...' He thought, walking to
his room and laying on the bed. He put his hands behinf his head and let himself become lost in
thought as he stared at the ceiling silently. It was then that he realized he still had to call
his mother.
'Great...' Vegeta muttered, looking at the phone on the bed side table distastefully, 'Just Great."
~*~ Meanwhile At Bulma's House ~*~
Bulma zipped her last suit case shut. All together she had three. "Ok...clothing, camping gear,
accessories, sunscreen, bug repelent...I believe I have everything. I just need to pack the cooler."
She said to herself before rushing downstairs.
She dug around in the downstiars closet before pulling out a large ice chest. It was up to her thighs
and about five feet length wise. She dragged it from the livingroom into the kitchen. She looked
thoughtfully at the contents of the large fridge.
'This still wont be enough for Goku and Vegeta...' Bulma thought, tossing in almost all of it.
Soon it was almost full. She pressed the button on the fridge that was the ice maker and let it
pour onto the food inside the chest. As soon as it was full she shut the lid.
"I hope this keeps." She said aloud as she duck taped it closed tightly all around the chest.
"And I hope it does alright on the plane to Florida." She thought aloud, dragging the huge chest
through the living room and outside. She dragged it along the sidewalk until she came to a small building
she opened the door to reveal it was a large freezer room. She pulled the ice chest inside and walked
out again, shutting the door.
'Well,' She thought, clapping his hands together, 'Those two hungry saiyans will have to live.
Besides if they really need more food we wont be to far from a grocery store.'
She had planned the campsite already, which was close to sivilization, had the plane tickets,
the money she planned to bring, and all of her luggage. Her friend had already told her that
the reservation's for the resort had been made. She was set. As she walked back to her house
she smiled, thinking how much her and all her friends were going to enjoy this vacation.
~*~ The next day, 5 minutes 'till Noon, Goku's house ~*~
"Hmm..." Goku mumbled as he finished slopping some mayonaise {Is that how you spell it?} onto a
piece of wheat bread and placing it ontop of the large ham sandwhich, that was stacked about a foot
high. There were three, although he wasn't positive if Piccolo would eat his. He reached into the
fride and pulled out three canned sodas and brought them into the living room, setting them on
small table, which itself was as high as the couches seat, infront of the TV.
After carring the three large sandwhiches into the living room as well, one by one, and setting
them next to the drinks, the door bell rang.
"Ooo goody," Goku smirked, jumping over the couch and making his way to the door, "Company!"
He opened it to reveal both Vegeta and Piccolo standing there. They were both in football jackets and
the taller one was wearing slightly baggy black cargo pants and a plain white tee shirt under the
blue and black football jacket. The short saiyan was attired in kaki cargo shorts and a white tee
shirt under his jacket.
"¡Hola caballeros! ¡Venido adentro a mi cuarto de baño fino!" Goku greeted. He had meant to say,
"Hello gentlemen! Come into my fine home!" But had, once agian, miss interperated the language and
had really said, "Hello horsemen! Come inside to my fine bathroom!"
Piccolo and Vegeta came inside, although they didn't have a clue what thier friend had said.
Vegeta quickly spotted the foot-tall sandwhiches and rushed over, placing a hand on the couches
back and lifting himself over it, sitting on the cusion infront of one of the sandwhiches.
Goku bounced over and jumped up high and over the couch, landing next to Vegeta, who was bounced
off and landed on his rear on the floor.
Piccolo and Goku burst into laughter. Vegeta huffed, standing up and sitting down again on the sofa.
Piccolo stopped laughing after a while, but Goku continued, his face turning red. Vegeta scowled
at the taller saiyan, as if warning him to shut up. Goku didn't seem to see the smaller Saiyans
scowl because his eyes were closed with laughter.
"Shut up, Kakorot!" Vegeta finally yelled, unable to stand it anymore.
Goku shut his yap, his face suddenly blank of emotion as he looked down at the large sandwhich infront of
him. Without saying anything, as if he had not been laughing at all, he picked up the sandwhich and started
wolfing it down. Vegeta rolled his eyes as he picked up his sandwhich, but was soon too busy enjoying
it to think about Goku's odd change of emotion.
Piccolo looked at his sandwhich thoughtfully. To him it looked like mayonaise, lettuce, tomato,
bread, and lunch meat thrown together as a sorry excuse for lunch, but it did look oddly appatizing.
He ate at it slowly, not half as fast as the other two.
When Goku finished, he leaned back, his hands on his now larger belly, and exclaimed, his eyes
closed and his mouth in a smile {That cute little look he gets a lot ^_^} "¡Eso era delicioso!"
{Which means "That was delicious!"}
Vegeta finished soon after and leaned back as well, a content smirk on his face. They waited patiently
for Piccolo to finish, and soon they were all done, smiles on thier faces. Goku belched, breaking
the silence. Vegeta guzzled down his whole can of coke in one gulp, and then burped loudly.
He and Goku chuckled while Piccolo rolled his eyes. Goku guzzled down his drink and burped long
and loud. Vegeta and Goku snickered.
"Disgusting..." Piccolo sneered, his lip curling.
Goku and Vegeta just laughed. Piccolo rolled his eyes again at thier immiturity.
"Anyways, what do you want us to help you with again Goku?" Piccolo asked, trying to divert thier
minds from thinking about having a burping contest or something.
"Oh!" Goku exclaimed, as if he had just them remembered, "I wanted you guys to help me pack."
"Alright. I've packed already, so I know what you need." Piccolo said, standing.
"Me too." Vegeta agreed, getting to his feet.
Goku jumped up and led the way to his room, which was sort of messy.
"I cleaned my room before I packed, so I could find stuff easier." Vegeta stated, raising an eyebrow
at the mess, although it wasn't half as bad as his room had been.
"But I don't wanna clean my room! I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna!" Goku whined, just like a
little kid, saying the last few "I don't wanna's" fast and close together.
"Well too bad," Piccolo said, "We're cleaning up your room."
"Fine..." Goku whined, his tone defeated.
So, they set off, throwing dirty clothes in the clothes hamper, putting knocked down books back on the
shelf, and vaccuming the floor. goku leaned over his bed as he made it, pulling the covers over the matress
and straightening them. They continued cleaning up untill the room was almost perfectly neat.
"Ok, now grab a few suit cases." Piccolo ordered, and Goku walked over to the closet, obeying.
He opened the door and was burried in a waterfall of suit cases that fell out, the door of the closet
now gone and not holding them inside any longer. Vegeta and Piccolo laughed as the spikey haired
saiyan threw a suit case off of himself, his eyes crossed and a bump on his head.
"Stupid suit cases." Goku muttered, getting up and choosing two, then shoving the others back inside
the closet and shutting the door.
"You'll need some casual clothes for camping, somewhat nice clothes for the resort, a tuxedo, some
dress shoes, some good walking shoes, some athletic shoes, sunscreen, bug repelent, um boxers,"
At this point Vegeta snickered before continuing with his list of things Goku needed to pack,
"socks, athletic clothes, a toothbrush, some toothpaste; you'll need those, your breath STINKS,
also soap, for your reeking stench, shampoo, a comb, like it will help any, and any other toiletries
you believe you might need."
Goku rolled his eyes at Vegeta's last few comments before setting to work, picking out clothes
and stuff to wear. Soon he had one suit case packed and started on the other. After finishing
both he stood and asked the other saiyan in the room, "Anything else?"
"Well pack your backpack with some stuff you might want to use on the plane." Vegeta said.
"Alright," Goku complied, tossing his CD player and CD's in his backpack.
"And bring an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush in your backpack, just incase your luggage
gets lost on the trip." Piccolo added thoughtfully.
"Right." Goku said, pulling some boxers, jeans, and a tee shirt from his drawers. He returned from the
bathroom with another tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush. He put them in the front pocket of his
bag. Piccolo and Vegeta watched in wonder as he dug through a chest at the foot of his bed for something,
tossing random idems out of the way in his search. He stood straigt, a triumphant smile on his
face as he held up a small portable TV.
As he shoved it into his bag's largest pocket Vegeta turned to Piccolo, raising an eyebrow and
asked, "Will that work on the plane?"
Piccolo shrugged in reply and then suggested, "Why don't you call Bulma and ask. And ask her if
lap tops will work too, because if they do I'll bring mine."
"Right." Vegeta said, turning to Goku, who was tossing his backpack on one of the two suit cases.
"Kakorot, where is your phone?" Vegeta asked.
Goku looked at the portable black phone that was lying on the made bed and pointed to it in reply.
"Thanks." Vegeta grunted, walking over to it and picking it up. He quickly, without any sign of
hesitation, dialed in Bulma's number. As he held the phone to his ear, waiting for his girl friend
to pick up, Goku whispered to Piccolo, "He didn't even have to think about her number, he knows it
so well."
The two chuckled as Vegeta heard Bulma pick up on the other line and ask, "Hello?"
"Hey." Vegeta said, his voice smooth. Piccolo raised his eyeridges as Goku raised his eyebrows.
The two looked at each other, sly grins crossing both of thier faces.
"Hey Vegeta." Bulma's voice was heard by the three men.
"I called to ask, would a portable TV work on an airplane?" Vegeta asked, getting to the point right away.
"And lap tops!" Piccolo added.
"And lap tops too?" Vegeta said, adding it in before Bulma could answer.
"Yes, they should work, but you wont get any good channels in the air. Maybe a spanish channel and
a news station, but thats all." Bulma replied.
Vegeta covered the mouthpiece with his hand momentarily, turning to the other two and revealing the
answer.
"Oh yay! I can brush up on my Español!" Goku smiled. Piccolo rolled his eyes.
"Ok, thanks Bulma." Vegeta thanked.
"Anytime sweety."
Vegeta blushed at her calling him sweety, but the other guys hadn't heard, so he stopped blushing
in an instant. He pushed the talk button, hanging up.
"Crap!" Piccolo exclaimed, looking at the clock on the wall.
"what?" Both saiyans asked at the same time, blinking.
"I forgot to get my tux from the dry cleaners. I hope they still have it." Piccolo explained hurriedly,
rushing out the door, the two saiyans right behind him.
"I'm sure they do." Goku assured, "It's not like they said, 'Well this guy hasn't picked up his
tux, we better throw it in the street so it can get ran over by cars since he doesn't want it
anymore.'"
Piccolo and Vegeta both looked at him skeptically. He sweatdropped, smiling and rubbing the back of
his head sheepishly.
They walked out the door and took off into the sky, Piccolo leading the way. They soon landed infront
of a small shop made of brick that was apinted white. They walked in and looked around. It was small,
but elegant, people behind cash registers and doors behind the counter, leading who knows where.
Apparently to where they did all the dry cleaning. The walls were off white, maroon colored apolstry
chairs against them. There was a small table with magazines on it near the door.
Piccolo walked up to a lady that was behind a cash register and shaping her nails with a nail file.
She was young and looked about thier age. She blew a bubble with her gum and it popped, and she sucked
it back into her mouth, glancing at Piccolo.
"May I help you?" She said non-chalantly, studying her nails.
"Yes. I'm a little late in picking up a tuxedo, the name is-" Piccolo was cut off as she pulled
out his tux and set it on the counter infront of her.
"You've already payed, Mr. Piccolo, so have a nice day." She said dully, looking back to her nails.
"Uh...thanks." Piccolo blinked, picking up his tux which was is a clear plastic bag and on a hanger.
She didn't reply as he turned to his two awaiting friends and said, "Lets go."
They followed him into the small parking lot and took off into the sky, ignoring the suprised and
shocked looks passer-byers were giving them. the soon landed at Goku's pad again and went inside,
Piccolo laying his tux on the couch. They returned to the saiyan's room.
"Well it looks liek your set." Piccolo confirmed as he looked at the two suit cases and back pack.
"I can't think of anything else I need." Goku agreed, sitting on his bed.
The phone rang and Goku picked it up, pushing the talk button. "Hello?" He asked.
After a moment he looked at the other two, "It's Bulma."
"Mhmm...Ok...Mmm...I see. Well we'll see you then, Bulma." Goku said as the other two waited.
"Bye bye." He hung up and looked at them.
"Bulma says we leave tomorrow. She's picking us up from our houses around 9:30 and taking us to the air
port. We need to have our luggage ready to go as soon as she picks us up. At the air port she is
going to give us our tickets as we board the plane at 10:30 on the dot. She informs you to bring
paper bags if you think you might get air sick on the plane." Goku informed.
"And Bulma says she loves you, Vegeta." Goku added, grinning broadly at the smaller saiyan, who blushed
intensely. The other two snickered and Vegeta scowled at them warningly.
"Well I'm going home." Piccolo said, leaving Goku's room, the others following.
"Why so early Pic?" Goku asked.
"I want to play my guitar some more before I go." Piccolo explained.
"I got an idea!" Goku exclaimed cheerily, "You could bring it with you!"
"No way!" Piccolo immediatly turned the suggestion down, "It will get ruined!"
"You don't know that." Goku argued.
"But I DO know I am not taking my guitar on this trip!" Piccolo confirmed, ending the argument.
"What about you, Vegeta?" Goku asked, turning to him, "Wanna stay for a while and watch the Spanish
channel with me?"
The other two in the room sweat ropped, almost falling over.
"No thanks..." Vegeta turned the offer down. "Bye!"
Piccolo and Vegeta quickly headed out the door.
"Aw c'mon guys!" Goku yelled, running out the door to see them taking off. "IT WILL BE EDUCATIONAL!"
He yelled at thier retreated forms.
"I don't want to learn anything educational untill school starts!" Vegeta yelled back, a blue
aroura forming around him as he powered up and flew off faster, leaving a blue trail behind him
that soon faded.
"That goes for me too!" Piccolo smirked, doing the same as Vegeta.
Goku sighed as he watched Piccolo dissapear into the sky. He walked back inside and plopped down
on the couch, turning on the TV with the remote.
"Fine!" He huffed, "I can watch the Spanish channel by myself!"
He soon forgot about the others as he watched the Tellitubies in Spanish, his mouth open in awe.
~*~
Hey, I'm done! I know I know, it's short compared to other chapters. But hey, I think it's pretty long!
I hope you liked it. I tried to get a little romance and a lot of humor in this one. A little
bit of Ooc, but hey, I always have Ooc in my story. Muahahahahahaha!
ATTENTION!!!I'm going out of town for a few days so don't expect an update all that soon. Sorry ^_^;
Ok, I'm going to suggest this fic to you. It's not a Dbz fic, but it's a good one if your ever looking
for a dramatic kinda story {In My opinion} to read in your spare time. It's not finished.
Go The Extra Mile
James, Joe, Steven, Tracy, and Kari are best friends, and have been since kindergarten. But what happens when secrets and
violence get in the way? Chapter 8 up! Kari's scaring the whole school! What? That's not Kari?!?
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