Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Church Invaders ( Chapter 13 )

With the uploading of this chapter, I am officially caught up with where this story is on fanfiction.net, which means following updates will probably be about once a week. If I finish sooner, then I'll get it up, but I can't commit myself to updating more than once a week.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own it, don't sue me. You wouldn't get anything of value. Also, don't hate me for making fun of the church freaks. I wouldn't do it if they weren't psychotically obsessed.

Chapter 12: Church Invaders

Yamcha got home completely exhausted, not just physically but emotionally as well. The past few days had wreaked serious havoc on his mental state. He slowly dragged himself into the kitchen to get something to eat. Nothing really looked too appetizing, however, so he settled on an apple. As he walked toward the living room, he noticed the light on his answering machine flashing. He went over to check his messages and almost fainted.

"27 messages! What the hell?"

He pressed play and instantly wished he hadn't. It was her.

"Hi Yamcha. I waited in the park for three hours, but you never showed. I guess it must have slipped your mind, so give me a call and we'll talk. Bye."

He just shook his head in annoyance until the next message started.

"Hi, it's me again. Just checking to see if you were back yet. Call me."

The third message began. "Yamcha, guess you're still not there. Talk to you later."

As soon as he heard her voice on the fourth message, he skipped to the next one. It was her, so he skipped to the next one. Again, it was her. He continued the process of skipping ahead, hoping that the next would not be from her, and when it was, he grew more and more agitated.

By the twelfth message, her demeanor had changed drastically. She was no longer continuing the act of the sweet girl waiting to hear from her man. Her previously innocent comments turned to irritated outbursts and later, all out threats. His blood pressure rose just a bit, causing his face to flush slightly. Tiny beads of sweat began forming on his brow. They slowly consolidated into larger drops before rolling down his face.

Somewhere around number 20, he couldn't take it anymore. He jerked the machine from the table, ripping the power cable and phone lines out of it in the process, before throwing it clear across the room. It impacted the wall on the other side and shattered into a mangled mess of broken plastic, wires, and circuitry.

"Damn it!" He paced nervously in his living room, mumbling obscenities about the strange woman he would now define as his stalker.

"What the hell is it going to take to get her to leave me alone? I already told her twice that I want nothing to do with her." He continued to wear out his carpet as he ran various ideas over in his head. `I could get a restraining order against her if I knew who she was. But even if I did, it would probably piss her off even more. She knows I have a girlfriend. What if she knows who she is? She might tell her about us just so she'll leave me. Shit!'

He sat there in silent contemplation for a few minutes, and he finally quit pacing the floor when one hell of a devious thought entered his mind. `I could always kill her.' Yamcha looked the reader in the eyes and said, "You'd like that wouldn't you? Well, I'm not that stupid." He sat down on the couch and rested his head in his hands.

`There's no way around it,' he decided. After plugging his phone directly into the wall, he called Bulma's apartment. When her machine picked up, he sighed. "Hey babe, it's me. Give me a call when you can."

Meanwhile…

Vegeta and Piccolo used the emergency exit at the back of the store so they would not be seen. They then flew up to the roof and planned their assault on the hypocritical bunch of crazies. The two planned to start off with destroying all their stupid signs. Vegeta decided that the person that seemed to be the leader of the crowd was the best one to begin with. He gathered a small amount of ki at his finger tip and pointed it at the sign that said, `The Devil's Movies.'

The sign instantly disintegrated leaving only the smoldering stick that had supported it. The crowd didn't know what happened. No one had seen the blast as their attention was focused elsewhere. Murmurs spread throughout the group, but were quickly silenced as Piccolo sent a beam toward a sign as well. One of the church members saw the ball of light right before it collided with poster board, causing it to burst into flames.

"Did anyone else see that? I think it came from the roof of the store," the brave witness announced. The rest of them looked up only to see a short man with menacingly evil eyes standing next to a tall green man with antennas. Each had a strange glow that swirled spherically above his palm. The leader was not about to let them intimidate them.

"See their witchcraft. They will try to scare us into abandoning our mission, but these attempts will be in vain, for righteousness will always prevail over darkness." Several `amens' and `hallelujahs' followed the short, yet effective, little speech. Vegeta couldn't restrain the snickers that were caused by their ignorance. `It's a fucking store,' he thought as he shook his head.

He then powered up several ki balls and sent them to various locations encircling the mob of protestors. Piccolo joined in, adding to the number of blasts waiting to be deployed. The crowd was a mixture of emotions at that point. Some were in complete awe of the unexplainable lights hovering around them. Many of the people were trembling in fear, and some were crying. A few clutched onto each other in an attempt to shield themselves from the threats to their physical well being. The leader, along with a few others, was trying to convince the group to be strong and assured them in their success. One woman was about to touch one of the balls when they all launched toward the crowd.

"That should scare the shit out of them," Piccolo said with a grin. The group was on the ground. Some holding each other, but most had their arms shielding their heads (as if that would have helped.) After a few seconds, the people realized they were still alive. The ones that had not fainted blinked and slowly sat up, as they glanced at each other in confusion. Some had singed hair, but were otherwise unharmed. They then discovered what had happened. The two had destroyed all of the signs. All that remained were a few sticks, some of which were still on fire. Once the leader of the group regained the ability of speech, he turned to the crowd.

"See how they use witchcraft to attack us from the sanctity of their evil headquarters. Such a cowardly bunch of lost souls they are." The group mumbled its agreement and turned toward its leader. One person shouted, "COWARD!!!" and the rest jumped in. The angry mob repeatedly shouted "Coward," and it was pissing Piccolo off. Words could not even describe the hostility that was boiling within Vegeta. The expression on his face went from intimidating to downright terrorizing. That was all that was needed to send a few of the protestors running in the opposite direction.

"The rest of you morons should leave now before someone gets hurt." Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest in his `I'm a total badass, don't fuck with me stance' and let his evil grin grow wider. With a little encouragement from their leader, they defiantly stood their ground before responding to his threat.

"There is nothing you can do to us. We are within our legal rights to be here." Vegeta chuckled as he shook his head.

"Very well then," was all that he said as he powered up a big bang attack in the palm of his right hand. The crowd immediately silenced as fear seized them. He sent it toward the group where it impacted a few feet in front of them, causing an immense flash of light that could be seen for miles. The shock wave of the explosion quickly followed, and the group was thrown back several meters. A truck that was parked between the store and the blast was sent into the air where it flipped a few times before crashing into the side of the store. As the walls rattled and the lights flickered, everyone inside the store could only watch and hope that the building would remain intact.

A few moments later, the ground had quit shaking and the debris from the blast had settled. The protestors slowly began to get up and look themselves over for injury. Most of them had been thrown into the street, but a few had crashed into vehicles toward the back of the parking lot. Upon seeing the extent of the damage, half of them took off, deciding the mission was not worth their lives. The leader rounded up the remainder of their group and walked toward the crater in the parking lot, determined to not let the evil employees scare them away.

"Your devil magic will not deter us," the leader announced, despite his own fear that was about to shake his teeth from his mouth. Vegeta just laughed more and decided to fly off the roof and land in front of them. Another portion of the mob fled when they realized he was coming toward them. This left a rather small group of protestors. Piccolo descended from the roof and landed next to his cohort.

Goku, Krillin, and Bulma continued to watch from inside as the pair advanced upon the mob, who were unconsciously backing up with each step the two powerful aliens took. A few whispers about Piccolo's green skin spread between the church fanatics, and his keen hearing easily picked up on their insults.

"I'm from Namek you morons!" he screamed as if they were supposed to have heard of it before. Some confused mumbling was exchanged and Piccolo overheard all of it.

"I've never heard of that country."

"Me either, but it still doesn't explain why he's green."

"Maybe it's some weird punk thing."

"Nah, he's probably a demon or something."

"Or he could be possessed."

The two aliens would have laughed at the people's stupidity had they not been so annoyed at the moment. Vegeta decided this had gone on long enough. "Shut up!" he yelled as he powered up just enough to get their attention. The quick burst of energy exploded from him, causing the group to stumble backwards. He was engulfed in a fiery white aura as electricity crackled in the air around him. Broken pieces of concrete began to levitate as the energy he summoned quickly increased.

"I have the power to destroy this entire planet if I were so inclined. I have wiped out entire civilizations. I have absolutely no problems with ending your pathetic existence. I will not warn you again. Leave now or you'll soon be with your god."

The crowd did not move although their faces plainly showed the terror they were experiencing. Their whimpers were inaudible over the wind whipping around them and the rumbling of the ground. The lights in the parking lot began to flicker as did the street lights. Vegeta powered up even more and the group was once again knocked off their feet. More of the protestors ran in the other direction, once their legs were able to carry them, leaving only six people, including the leader.

Bulma watched in awe of the power of her secret lover. `Damn and I thought he was sexy before.' Vegeta grabbed the leader by the collar, lifting him high enough so that his feet dangled inches from the ground. He extended his index finger and powered up a blast at the end of it. He pointed it only inches from the man's face, aimed directly between his eyes. The remainder of the group watched in horror, not believing that a simple protest could have gone so wrong. One woman looked nervously from her leader to the other group members and then to Piccolo.

"I wouldn't try anything if I were you," Piccolo said as he stepped in between them and Vegeta, not withholding the humor he saw in the situation. Their attention turned once again to the man about to be erased from the living realm.

"I do believe I already warned you," Vegeta stated with a demonic hint of excitement in his eyes.

"I will pray for your soul," the man said to the alien that literally held his life in his hand. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate. Vegeta was about to release the blast when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"What do you want, Kakarotto?" he asked, although he already knew the answer to the question.

"Put him down, man. You know you'll get fired if you kill someone on store property." His hidden meaning was not lost. "Besides, this has gone just a little too far. I'm sure they're ready to call it a night. Aren't you?" he turned to ask the man that was still dangling just above the ground. He nodded as best he could despite the fact that his shirt was almost strangling him. Vegeta stared at Goku momentarily before one corner of his mouth curl upward. Without warning, he dropped the man on the ground. The leader of the mob coughed a few times until he caught his breath and began to quickly scurry away from his tormentor. Vegeta couldn't help but laugh as the man finally made it onto his feet and ran as fast as he could. Two seconds later, the five remaining protestors took off in pursuit of their fearless leader. Vegeta laughed even harder and the contagious action finally infected Goku and Piccolo who joined in. After a couple of minutes, the three of them were down to only a few snickers here and there as they turned to go back inside.

"So let me get this straight. The only reason that man lives is because you couldn't stand to live without groceries? How absurd," Vegeta stated, slightly annoyed but still able to find humor in the thought.

"I wanted them out of here, but I knew they wouldn't leave unless they truly believed their lives were in danger. Hell, I wouldn't have really let you kill him." Vegeta's light hearted expression quickly disappeared.

"Kakarotto, I do as I please. No one, least of all you, can stop me."

"Okay Vegeta, whatever. Let's just go inside," Goku replied trying to diffuse the tension between them. His statements seemed to have the opposite effect however. They could feel his ki rise as his anger got the best of him.

"You will not ignore me, you third class idiot." Goku turned around to face his roommate and did a poor job of hiding his anger. "What, does the truth hurt, idiot?" Vegeta mocked. Goku's fists clenched and he stepped forward, reducing the space between them to a few feet. Piccolo jumped in between them with a hand on each chest to keep them separated. Bulma had been watching from inside the store and couldn't believe they were about to fight each other right after they were laughing so hard about the holy rulers running off.

"Men," she muttered as she left the store and walked over to them. "Okay guys, you did a great job getting rid of the protestors as well as our customers, but that's okay." She looked back and forth between the two of them, waiting for a reaction. None ever came, so she continued.

"I'm sure they will forever be traumatized. How about I order us some food?" The wrinkle between Goku's eyes relaxed somewhat and Bulma realized she had his attention. She let out a small chuckle as her mind raced in search something to get Vegeta to lighten up.

"Yeah, that sure was funny watching them freak out. I'm surprised no one pissed themselves. Heh heh. Hey I've got an idea. We can close early, since we're the only ones here anyway. Yeah, we'll do that. Come on. We need to finish up everything so we can go eat." She grabbed both of them by the wrists and took off toward the store. Piccolo laughed at the two saiyajin being dragged back to work by the little chikyujin, a female at that. Vegeta was in shock for exactly 1.3 seconds before he came to his senses and jerked his hand out of her grasp. She let go of Goku and turned around.

"The sooner we get everything done, the sooner we can leave. So are you coming or not?" she asked. Vegeta just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Very well. I will help you finish your stupid tasks so we can get the hell out of here. I will hold you to that promise of buying dinner though."

"That's fine. I already said I would, Vegeta." Bulma let out a long exhale and walked back toward the store more than a little thankful that she was able to divert their attention from killing each other. `Too much testosterone around here,' she thought. `Wait, they're aliens. I wonder if they even have testosterone or if it is some other type of hormone. After all they do look like us, but are very different as far as physical capabilities. They could be completely different from us in many areas. I'll have to see if I can get a blood sample one day.' She laughed as her inquisitive mind got a little carried away. The three aliens behind her just watched her laugh at nothing, wondering if she had lost it.

They went inside where Krillin was watching TV. Vegeta pushed him off the counter in an attempt to appease the hostility he was unable to release outside.

"What the hell?" Krillin complained as he flew off the counter and skid across the tile floor. Goku walked over and extended a hand to help his friend up.

"Ignore Vegeta. We're closing early and Bulma's taking us to go eat," he explained.

"So where are we going?" a very irritated Krillin asked.

"I don't know yet. Where do you guys want to go?" She thought for a moment before adding, "Some place reasonable, though. Maybe one with a buffet or something."

"How about barbeque? Joe's has a buffet on Friday nights," Goku added. He knew every affordable place to eat in the city, being so obsessed with food and all.

"Yeah that sounds good. Okay let's get done and get out of here," Bulma replied before sitting down to make out the deposit. The others quickly put up all the tapes and had the store straightened in no time since there hadn't been many customers to mess anything up. They sat down on the counter and watched TV while waiting for Bulma to finish up. Just when she thought she was done, she remembered the huge crater in the parking lot.

"Kuso! How am I going to explain that one?" The four looked up at her, wondering what she was complaining about now.

"What's wrong?" Goku asked.

"The hole in the parking lot. I don't really want to tell Mr. Satan that you guys blew it up, but I can't even think of a good lie." They sat there for a moment before Piccolo looked out the window and had an idea.

"Is that all? I can fix that." He went outside to the truck that had been thrown into the side of the building. Bulma just watched, trying to figure out what he was going to do. He picked it up and placed it inside the crater before hitting it with a ki blast, causing it to burst into flames. He walked back inside and left a note for Popo explaining that a truck somehow exploded and that Mr. Satan needed to get someone to come fix the parking lot.

"We probably ought to get out of here before the fire department arrives," Bulma suggested. "I personally don't want to be stuck here tonight answering a bunch of questions." The other nodded in agreement and they quickly left to get some barbeque.

Next time: Bulma and Vegeta are desperate to get some privacy, but will they find it?

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