Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Short, Dark, Pointy-Haired Man Banned From Disney ❯ Encounters With Strangers and the Great Movie Ride ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8: Encounters with Strangers and The Great Movie Ride

By Elbereth in April

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the celebrities or movies mentioned.

"We still have to go on the Tower of Terror and the Rock n Roller Coaster!" Goten jumped up and down.

"OK!" That sounded good to Trunks.

They rode these without incident, to everyone's surprise. What was wrong with Vegeta? Could he possibly be actually enjoying himself?

They finished riding the coaster and looked at Gohan's watch. It was getting pretty late. The sky was darkening.

"I'm hungry again," Goku whined.

"Me, too!" Goten agreed immediately.

"Um, me, too," Gohan confessed. Trunks nodded.

Piccolo and the women sighed. "How about you, Vegeta?"

"Hn."

"That would be a yes," Bulma translated.

"Hollywood and Vine," Gohan read. "Enjoy our breakfast, lunch, or dinner buffet."

They headed that way, Vegeta smirking.

"Wait, where's Roshi?"

They looked around frantically. He was sneaking toward a crowd of people taking photos with the Hunchback of Notre Dame and the gypsy, Esmerelda. Just as Bulma and Chi-Chi opened their mouths to scream at him, he suddenly clutched his heart and fell to the ground.

Goku shoved the other tourists away to reach his old sensei. An employee was bending over him. Esmerelda stood close to him, looking down at him with worry.

"He's looking up her skirt," Goten said in shocked realization.

"Esmerelda," he moaned then. "I think I need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

"Ugh!" She stepped back. "I'd rather kiss Hades after he's eaten worms!"

Exasperated, Goku yanked him up off the ground. "Quit faking, old man!"

Roshi looked hurt. "Faking? Old? Me?" Then he noticed Vegeta standing with his palm out, facing him, thumb tucked in. He gulped. "I seem to have made a full recovery. Let's move on."

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A retired gentleman in a Hawaiin shirt whispered to his wife, "Have you ever seen anyone eat that much, Martha?"

Mouth open, Martha shook her head.

He snapped a quick photo for posterity.

Their son got up, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and approached the table. "Madams, I represent Wholesale Foods Delivered to Your Door." He handed Chi-Chi and Bulma a business card. "I would be proud to have you as customers. I could triple my sales!"

"Um, thank you," Chi-Chi responded.

"Get lost, baka," Vegeta sneered.

"Vegeta, don't threaten him with your mouth full," Bulma scolded.

Goku grinned.

The man gaped at them, smoothed back his hair, and rejoined his parents.

After the buffet had been cleaned out of food, a smiling Disney worker gave them their bill and started to speak.

"We know," Piccolo sighed. "Never eat here again."

"I wasn't going to say that," the worker smiled.

They all stared at her incredulously. "You weren't?"

"No, my manager is going to say that after you've paid. I was just going to remind you that the tip is not included. Have a Disney day!"

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"What's left?" Goku asked outside the restaurant.

"There's still the Great Movie Ride," Gohan answered.

"Let's go."

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OK, here's what's SUPPOSED to happen on the Great Movie Ride. . . you board a vehicle consisting of several open-air cars with wide seats. In the front car is your tour guide. You ride around as your tour guide talks to you, passing animatronic figures and background sets that are scenes from different movies. Then the car stops as a 1920's gangster gets in a gunfight around you. He then points his gun at the guide, forcing her to get off, and hijacks the vehicle to make his escape. You continue passing movie scenes, which he thinks are real. Eventually you stop at an ancient Egyptian set where a priest stands by a statue holding a huge jewel. The gangster goes to steal it, despite warnings from the priest that it is cursed. As he reaches for the jewel, smoke envelops them, he turns into a skeleton, and the priest takes off her long, hooded robe to reveal--your tour guide. She takes back over and you see more movie scenes until the ride ends. Like I said, that's what's SUPPOSED to happen. . .

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Following a short wait in line, the Vegeta party boarded their car for the Great Movie Ride. To their delight, they got to sit in the very front car. They always liked to be in front.

A cheerful-looking Disney employee got into the car next to them (cheerful in this case because she was a good actress; she'd actually been working there two years). She picked up the microphone. "Hello," she greeted everyone. "I'm Leslie, and I'm going to be your tour guide for this ride!"

The cars started moving. "First we pay tribute to those great old movies, filled with music and dancing." She pointed to a large group of pretty animatronic women in skimpy leotards, arranged in a pyramid formation. Drooling, Roshi reached out a hand.

"They're not real," Gohan snapped, slapping the hand down.

Their guide ignored this display, although she twitched a bit. "Here we have Gene Kelly, with Singing in the Rain, and Julie Andrews in Mary Poppins."

The cars kept moving. They went into another room. This was an alley set, with seedy looking buildings on either side--clearly, the bad, dangerous part of town. "Here we are in the city of the 1920's with James Cagney, who played in many gangster movies, like The Public Enemy."

They passed the aforementioned James, then were brought to a halt by a closed door. "The light's red." Leslie pointed to the stoplight above the door. A 1920's automobile pulled up a few feet away as a man in a suit and hat came down the steps of one of the houses. He pulled a gun.

"Oh no, what's this?" Leslie exclaimed.

The man exchanged some gunfire with the gangsters in the car. "This looks like a job for the Great Saiyaman," Gohan proclaimed.

"Aw come on, Gohan, this is exciting," Trunks protested.

The man turned to their guide. "That's it. I'm getting out of here. I'm taking your vehicle. Move aside!" He waved the gun at her. Fearfully, she climbed out of the car.

"You can't do that!" Goku declared indignantly.

Gohan reached for his watch as Goku started to grab for the man's gun.

"Don't interfere!" the man cried, startled. "I have all these hostages!" The audience wasn't supposed to participate! What was he supposed to do? He waved the gun around some more, ending up with it pointing at the person at the end of the row. Namely, Bulma.

Vegeta leaned over and grabbed the man's wrist, forcing the gun up. "You would dare to threaten my mate? The mate of the Prince of all Saiyans? You would try to take *me* hostage? And my son?"

Goku and Gohan looked at each other.

Vegeta blasted the gun into dust, then threw the man backwards, through the wall, and incidentally, on top of Leslie, where they both passed out. Then he sent the car full of robot gangsters, who were still firing, into whatever dimension melted metal and plastic go to.

"*I* own this tour now," he smirked, crossing his arms. "Onna, make the car go forward."

Bulma leaned over and fiddled with the control panel. After a moment, the stoplight turned green, the doors opened, and the cars continued on their way.

"Well, that was interesting," Bulma said lightly, smiling at Vegeta.

Vegeta smirked wider, clearly satisfied. Trunks gave him a look of adoration, and he ruffled the boy's hair.

The next room was an old Western set. John Wayne sat on a horse, speaking to whoever would listen. "If you're looking for a fight, you'll regret it," he was saying.

Vegeta, quite naturally, blasted him. Someone in the next car cheered. "It's amazing the things Disney comes up with for their rides," she commented to her fiancé.

Doors opened and closed. Now they were in the spaceship of the movie, Alien. Saiyans and Namekian alike looked rather nervous as steam billowed around them.

"They're not real aliens," Goten was repeating to himself, when out of the ceiling, with a hiss and a cloud of smoke, appeared a huge, hairless alien head with sharp teeth, arms reaching out for them. "Gah!"

"Beam cannon!"

There was an explosion of light, and pieces of the ceiling and yet another dead alien rained down on them.

"Quick reflexes, Piccolo," Gohan complimented him.

"I'm tired of aliens!" he declared.

"You *are* one, baka," Vegeta huffed, disappointed that he hadn't gotten the thing first.

"There's another one!" Trunks cried, as one came out of the wall a ways behind them.

Vegeta and Goku hit that one with laser blasts simultaneously. Not much was left of the wall. Or the ceiling. Bulma and Chi-Chi sighed.

New room. This contained snakes. . . lots of snakes. And skeletons with glowing eyes. They passed Indiana Jones and the ark, then the car stopped next to a statue holding a large red jewel. Standing next to it was someone in a long, hooded robe. "I know you want to steal this ruby," she said nervously, wishing she hadn't regained consciousness and come back out here to finish her part. "But I warn you, it's guarded by a curse!"

"Why would we want that?" Vegeta asked.

"It's worth money," Chi-Chi replied.

"We've got money," Vegeta said. "Keep going."

"No, wait!" Leslie cried. "Um, oh dear." She wondered, `What do I do now?' She threw off her robe. "It's me, your tour guide! I need to take over now."

"No." Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he gazed at her warningly. "It's my tour now."

"But. . ."

He raised one glowing hand.

She yelped. "OK, OK, you can keep it! I have to take care of my aging grandmother! Don't kill me!"

"Bulma, make us move again," he commanded, lowering his hand and smirking.

Bulma did, as the tour guide snuck backstage again. "Who *was* that man?" she wailed.

The ex-gangster shook his head. "Our manager said to ignore him. I'd like to know how we're to do that while he's blowing our head off."

Their manager entered the office. "Security says they're watching him. Not to worry."

"Yeah, well, I want hazard pay," complained the gangster.

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The car traveled into a lush jungle, where they saw Jane and Cheetah sitting on top of an elephant. Then a blood-curdling, yodeling yell sounded behind them as Tarzan (not the cartoon version) swung by on a rope.

"Argh!" Piccolo and Goku clamped their hands over their ears as Vegeta flinched and blasted him with a Gallic Gun. A small piece of singed rope continued to move back and forth by itself. Jane never stopped smiling.

"Hn."

New room. They looked around in surprise. They were surrounded by colorful flowers and houses. To the side was a yellow brick road. Suddenly, small, happy people poked their heads out of windows to sing a happy song.

Vegeta frowned. "Why does this all seem so familiar?"

Bulma poked him in the side and whispered in his ear, "The day you tried Goku's Instant Transmission technique. Remember? You accidentally transported yourself to Oz."

** See my story, Evil Saiyan of Oz. If you thought Disney was the scene of mass destruction and chaos, you should see what happens there. **

Vegeta's expression cleared. "Oh, yes." Then he scowled. "But where are the flying monkeys?"

Their vehicle stopped again. With a bang and a cloud of red smoke, the Wicked Witch of the West appeared beside them. "Who. . ." she began, as Vegeta turned and took her out with his Big Bang Attack. The scenery and the Munchkins suffered from this, as well. In fact, parts of the building started to fold in on itself.

"I think we'd better go on," Bulma said.

Not much left to see. They passed Dorothy, Humphrey Bogart, and Mickey Mouse, before they ended up watching a short film of various movie clips. Then the ride was over.

"That was just splendid," one of the tourists enthused. "I must say, sir, you were very good in your part." He grabbed Vegeta's hand and shook it vigorously. Vegeta stared at him.

"He's my dad," Trunks informed the man proudly.

The man smiled and left, which was fortunate for his continued health, as Vegeta was breaking out of his shock. Still. . . "I was good, wasn't I?" he smirked.

"Oh, please." Chi-Chi rolled her eyes. Goku grinned as they all walked away.

"It's getting on in the evening," Gohan pointed out, looking at the sky. "Did we still want to go to Epcot for awhile?"

Everyone nodded. "OK, let's go."

They walked to the bus stop, waited a few minutes, with Vegeta still smirking. The bus to Epcot arrived. It was quite crowded.

They stepped on the bus. Vegeta looked around. There were no seats left. Vegeta pointed this out to the others.

"We're supposed to ride standing," Gohan said.

"What?" Vegeta exclaimed, truly shocked. "They want me to stand? Me? The Prince of all Saiyans?" The others chorused the last line along with him. He scowled at them.

He turned to the nearest seated person, put his face about two inches away from his, and stared. The person tried to look elsewhere, and failed. He gulped. "Hi," he smiled nervously. "Did--did you want my seat?"

"Vegeta!" Goku scolded. Vegeta ignored him, plucking the skinny man from his seat and placing him in the aisle.

"And you," he scowled at the man's wife.

"Arnold, you're letting him get with this?" the wife pouted.

The man raised his hands. "He he, yes."

The wife got up, stamped her foot, and moved away from the seat. "Either you take assertiveness training or we're getting divorced!"

Vegeta sat Bulma by the window and placed himself beside her.

"What about me?" Chi-Chi asked.

"Talk to Kakkarot," he said.

"Chi-Chi! I can't make. . ." he looked at the tourist he was standing beside. It was a 70 year old lady. She gave him her weariest, most helpless smile. ". . .this poor old woman stand!"

Chi-Chi sighed. She supposed not.

"I hope this ride is short," Piccolo muttered, closing his eyes and trying to hide in meditation.

"Can I sit on your lap?" Roshi asked an attractive young woman. She hit him with her handbag.

Next time: Epcot