Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Short, Dark, Pointy-Haired Man Banned From Disney ❯ Headgear, Fireworks, and the End of It All ( Chapter 11 )

By Elbereth in April

Chapter 11: Fireworks, Headgear, and the End of It All

*Well, we've reached the final chapter of this story. Thanks so much for all the great reviews! *

The group, minus one, entered Norway.

"Cool! A Viking ship!" Trunks proclaimed, as he and Goten raced to explore it.

Then they went on the ride, which everyone liked-even Vegeta, though he didn't admit it. They wandered through the stores, which had statues of big, ugly trolls.

"Hey, Viking helmets," Gohan commented, picking up a horned silver cap and examining it.

Trunks picked one up and smiled impishly. He placed it on Goten's head. Goten reached up a hand and discovered. . .

"Hey! This hat has hair on it!"

Indeed, attached to the helmet were two long, blonde braids.

"Ooh, Goten, you look so adorable!" Trunks teased him, laughing.

Goten pouted, snatched off the hat, and placed it on Trunks' head. Vegeta stormed over and grabbed it off. "There will never come a day when my son will be a cross-dresser!" [A/N: At any rate, not until GT.]

"Oh, lighten up Vegeta," Bulma laughed, putting a braided helmet on his head. "Kawaii!"

Chi-Chi, who had predicted what would happen, had her camera ready and snapped a photo.

Vegeta turned to her with a dangerous glare. "If that picture is ever circulated, you will die."

She took another photo; he had been so keen to threaten her that he had forgotten to actually remove the hat. He snarled and flung it away from him, then advanced on her. Bulma had to shove herself between them quickly. "Don't worry, Vegeta, I'll take care of it." She couldn't have her mate kill Chi-Chi!

"See that you do," he hissed, his eyes blazing with rage, still directed at Goku's grinning harpy wife. His ki was rising dangerously again.

Chi-Chi's self-preservation finally kicked in. "Oh, I won't let anybody see it! I promise. But you take all the fun out of things, Vegeta."

He scowled deeply, gave her one last glare, then turned on his heel and stomped away. The others followed. After they left the shop, he turned around and blasted it to ashes. Even the stones melted. "No more stupid hats," he declared in satisfaction.

"Vegeta!" Goku whined. "There were people in there."

"Buying hats. They deserved their fate."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "It's a good thing I first heard about those dragonballs," she mused.

Goku pouted. "You really aren't any fun, Vegeta."

On to Mexico, inside an ancient Mayan temple, where Bulma bought a pair of maracas and Vegeta narrowly escaped wearing a sombrero.

"That's it, Kakkarot! Your death is coming at my hands!"

"But Vegeta, you and the boys are the only ones still hat-less."

"You. Me. Your death."

"He's right, Vegeta. You and the boys should join in the spirit of hat-togetherness," Bulma grinned, eyes sparkling wickedly.

"At least my son has more sense than his mother!" Vegeta snorted. "Now, Kakkarot, about my killing you. . ."

"But Vegeta, you ducked. I didn't actually get that sombrero on your head. So I don't deserve more than serious injury." Goku put his hand behind his head and grinned.

"Well. . . oh, all right," Vegeta grumbled.

"And since that's no more than happens any time we spar, it's just another friendly match, right?" Still grinning, all sunny and innocent.

Vegeta blinked.

"And since it's almost time for the fireworks and we don't want to miss them, let's wait and have a good spar once we get to the hotel, OK?"

Vegeta blinked again. Had he just been outmaneuvered by Kakkarot? Drat it all! He did like fireworks; he didn't want to miss any. "Um, oh, OK." Drat! Drat!

"Speaking of which," Bulma interrupted, hiding a smile, "it's completely dark now. We should probably find a place to sit and wait for the show to start."

They found a spot at the front of the World Showcase, by the lake. They looked at the dancing reflections of the torch-lamps on the water. It was very peaceful.

A tourist stepped on Vegeta's hand by accident in the dark. Vegeta promptly picked him up bodily and threw him into the lagoon.

"It's all right!" Gohan called after a moment. "He can swim!"

Bulma ignored the spectacle, reading their park brochure by the light of Trunks' finger, glowing with ki. "It says this is a spectacular fireworks-laser light display," she reported.

"It better be," Vegeta mumbled around the sore fingers in his mouth.

A recorded voice announced, "Because GE brings good things to life, in just 5 minutes Epcot will proudly present Illuminations: Reflections of Earth."

"I've heard it's really good," Gohan said.

"Cool!" Goku started bouncing with excitement. "I can't wait!"

"Baka," Vegeta muttered, edging farther away from him.

"Is it 5 minutes y-e-t?" he whined.

"Do you want to go for a swim, too, Kakkarot?" Vegeta threatened.

"Yeah! Good idea!"

Before anyone could blink, Goku had dived in.

Vegeta slapped himself in the forehead.

"On a lighter note, we have more room to ourselves now," Chi-Chi commented as the other guests moved away from them in an ever-widening circle.

"Hey, this water's great!"

A distraught-looking Disney employee, barely out of her teens, crept to the water's edge. "Um, sir? You're not supposed to be in the lagoon, sir. I'll have to ask you to come out."

"Aw!"

"But the fireworks are almost ready to start, sir."

"But it's still 4 whole minutes!" Goku sloshed out of the water and stood dripping in front of the employee, rocking back and forth from foot to foot.

"Might I suggest you buy a Mickey Mouse beach towel, sir? We sell them right over there." She pointed to the nearby store.

"Hey, cool! That'll use up 4 minutes!" He happily followed the still slightly cringing worker, who was trying to keep far enough away to prevent him from getting her wet.

Chi-Chi shook her head. "Better go with him, Gohan."

Gohan sighed and went. Goten followed.

They came back approximately 3 minutes later, Goku wrapped in a towel over his gi, and Goten wearing a pair of mouse ears that lit up, cutting like a beacon through the dark. Other chibis were giving him envious looks.

"So easily corrupted," Trunks muttered, shaking his head.

Just then the torches around them went out as the show began. There were indeed lasers, the countries around the lake glowed with bright lights, colored fountains of water danced up in the middle of the lagoon. A large globe on floats slowly moved out to the center, displaying moving pictures of people and scenes of international brotherhood. And there were really cool fireworks.

Finally the last one died away and Vegeta realized it was over. So soon? But. . . there had been not nearly enough fireworks and far too much of that whole happy-family-globe-display, he thought. Stupid globe. He bet it would make a great firework.

Hmm. . .

He reached out one hand. `I've always been good at fireworks,' he reasoned. `I'll just help out a little. This will improve their display tremendously. Give them a hint of what they should do in the future.

`And I really like to make things go bang.'

"Big Bang Firework Attack," he muttered softly.

The rest of the group, who had been busy gathering up their stuff and talking about the show and getting ready to leave, spun around at this, in time to see several sparks leave Vegeta's fingers. . .

And impact the globe in the middle of the water, sizzle for a moment, and then explode in an ear-splitting, fire shooting, dazzling burst of colors sweeping up from that spot and rising ever higher.

"Woah," Goten said after a minute.

"Papa, that was awesome!"

Vegeta smirked. "That was a better finale," he said.

About a dozen security guards abruptly converged on them and encircled them. A man pushed his way to the forefront of their midst and cleared his throat. "Hello, I'm the manager of the Walt Disney Corporation and. . ." his voice suddenly rose to a shriek. "Do you have any idea how much that cost?"

They all stared at him.

"That's it! We've been watching you all day and the amount of money you've spent has finally been far eclipsed by the amount of money you've put us in debt! And we're going to have to close all four parks to be refurbished for enjoyment! You haven't left one intact! I'm sorry, but I must insist you never set foot in a Disney theme park again!" He was quivering from head to foot. One finger stabbed out and pointed at Vegeta. "Especially you!" he hissed.

Vegeta raised his eyebrows. "You're banning me? Because you didn't like my fireworks?" His brows snapped back down as he scowled at the man.

Trunks grinned. Whatever happened next was bound to be really neat!

"Maybe you'll like this firework better then." Vegeta raised his hand again. Bulma covered her eyes.

The silver centerpiece of Epcot, Spaceship Earth, rose majestically into the air.

"Final Firework Flash!"

The ensuing explosion rattled every structure in the park, threw everyone to the ground, left blinding spots before their eyes and temporary ringing in their ears. Waves of heat could be felt washing over them, spreading out from the central point of detonation. Tiny pieces of metal pelted down around them. Tremors continued to shake the ground. It was a long while before anyone managed to stand up or speak.

"Just add it all up and send me the bill," Bulma sighed finally, dusting debris from her hair and clothes. "I'll pay for your refurbishment." She turned on Vegeta. "You're in so much trouble, mister!"

Vegeta smirked.

The manager's eyes lit up. "Always a pleasure doing business with you!"

They were escorted to the park's exit. As they reached the gate, they saw off to their right three more guards, pushing Master Roshi to the exit, as well.

Roshi looked over his shoulder at the retreating figure of Ursula. "What's the matter? Wasn't I man enough for you? You're definitely not woman enough for me!"

She made a rude gesture with all eight of her tentacles and kept going.

"Rejected by Ursula." Goten's eyes were wide. "Can you get any lower?"

They were herded through the turnstiles to stand outside. Roshi cackled and rejoined them. "I stole Ariel's panties!"

"Apparently you can get lower," Trunks replied to Goten.

"She doesn't wear any in fish form, you know," Roshi continued gleefully, "and they were just lying there in the Princess' dressing room!"

"I don't want to hear about it!" Piccolo protested, his face flaming.

"Ah well. It was fun while it lasted," Chi-Chi sighed.

"Taxi!" Gohan waved.

Chi-Chi and Bulma turned to each other and sighed. Then Bulma brightened. "So. Tomorrow, Universal Studios?"

"Well, we can't go back to Sea World."

They climbed into the taxi. "I thought it was a big buffet! I didn't know you couldn't try and eat Shamu. . ."

Voices faded as the taxi sped away.