Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Why Us? :The CampOut ❯ Dreaming Of Turkeys? ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Dragon Ball Z, or any of it's characters. Jen and Christine are based on the author of this FanFic and her best friend.

There he stood, spiked back hair swaying in the breeze, hard onyx eyes narrowed at the attackers before him. They would pay dearly! He could just see it past their gumdrop shaped helmets, just along the horizon. The castle, glistening with a sleek sheen of powdered sugar, the thick chocolate parapets framing it. Hidden, in the tallest graham cracker towers, captured behind the pretzel stick bars was the gorgeous princess, calling out for a knight to save her. The reward? All the sugary candy the Kingdom of Treats could offer. Who was this such knight to save her and reap the rewards? Goten the Great!

He narrowed his eyes at the Gummi Bear shaped castle guards; their long and sharpened licorice stick spears aimed at him. The fine granules of sugar toppings littering the rolling hills of the land crunched beneath the small warrior's feet as he launched forward, grinning coldly. Jaws opened, teeth sinking down into the first poor yet sweet tasting fool to charge toward the Princess's Champion. The second guard found his spear seized in one hand, the other hand of Goten helping to devour the first assaulting candy soldier. Short work was made of each of them, Goten easily chewing each and enjoying every second of it.

He smiled gleefully and rubbed his belly after licking his fingers clean of sugar and sweet Gummi Bear. Now this was the life of a true warrior. But, his celebrations of victory were cut short as he heard another cry of fear from the Ginger Bread like fortress just up the candy cane lined road. The Princess! Pushing himself up off the floor, Goten the Great rushed forward, eyes narrowed with fear of the worst, that he might be too late to save the beautiful Princess!

The ground suddenly began to rumble beneath his feet, and he sharply looked up and stared. Deadly, and evilly jelly filled, stood a white powdered donut, but not any normal powdered and jelly filled donut. A Freiza shaped donut! Goten glared as the tailed Pillsbury doughboy look alike laughed wickedly and reached out its icing covered hand to seize him. Tough chance!

Springing forward, and over the outstretched, chubby fingered dough hand, Goten focussed his view on the object up ahead. A delicious looking leg, YUM! One bite, followed with an audible `chomp' sound signified the success of his move. One leg was gone from the giant cookie's body, as it howled with anger and pain. Now for the next and then, it would be easy sailing to make sure it did not move away. Bouncing like a rubber ball, Goten the Great launched himself on the next appendage, mouth wide open as he sailed toward it, instantly sinking his razor sharp teeth into the leg. He bit down hard, but instead of tasting the gratifying donutish flavor in his mouth, it tasted odd and he could not bite through! But… Something was wrong!

Darkness lined the streets, the only glow escaping into my office window was from the flickering and buzzing street lamps. I sat, leaning back in my chair, with my hat pulled down over my blue eyes, purple hair just showing against my temples. And, out of all the different doors in this dreary city of West Capital, they walked right into mine. One dark purple haired, the other a stunning blonde. Both, tearful, hopeful, dressed in knee high dresses, hair pulled back elegantly.

"Oh, it is simply awful Trunks, you must help us. Gohan, and Krillen…" wept the first, pulling out a handkerchief and meekly weeping into the silky white material. Her friend, Christine I believe, soothingly patted her shoulder, drying her eyes on a similar item and looked up to me to finish for her mourning companion.

"They tried to defend us, but they were far too weak. You must help us or…I am not sure what they will do to our poor weak friends," she said sorrowfully, watching me with pleading eyes. I chewed idly on the toothpick held between my lips, glancing up to the two before sighing heavily and pulling my feet from the tabletop. The pair in question, Gohan and Krillen, yes, I knew them and had said from the beginning the two ladies should never have dealt with such puny muscled men, but I wasn't in control of them.

"I don't usually help like this Ms. Jen, Ms. Christine, but I can make an exception. I'll take care of everything," I reassured, taking both of their gloved hands in my hands and watching their faces light up with delight and respect. It would be a piece of cake to get back their companions. And I even knew the first place to look. The Yamcha Gang was responsible. I called my assistant, Goten, to escort the ladies home while I took care of the hard business and set out for a fight.

Carefully, I leaned my back against the wall, preparing to attack, well hidden in the shadows of the building. I heard the laughing, drunk and stupid, of the group in side. Yamcha, the ringleader, was infamous for being a boozehound. Outside of the door to the club, stood the large bodyguard, Piccolo. Tall green and ugly, but nothing I couldn't handle. I grinned and rushed forward, one well-aimed shot from my finger, he was out of the picture with a gurgling moan, clutching his throat.

Next, I rushed into the door, hand raised out to fire blasts at all the ruffians, yelling at the top of my lungs just for the thrill of it. Suddenly, my left leg was suddenly, snatched in a hard and painful grip, by an invisible attacker. But…something was wrong!

"WOW CHICHI!" Goku exclaimed, drool dropping onto his pant leg from his wide-open mouth, staring past his beaming, strangely happy and sweet wife.

"It's all for you my dearest Goku!" she said cheerfully, motioning to the fully laid out table. She snapped her fingers once, and instantly utensils appeared in Goku's hands, a plate in front of him. A dream come true!

"Rice, chicken, turkey, pudding, ice cream, bacon, eggs, bread, cake, pie, tacos, chips, pop, juice, sushi, lobster, ughmmmmmmmmm," Goku moaned, finishing his observations of barely 1/4 the food. As his mouth filled with too much saliva, it made him gurgle dreamily in anticipation with the oncoming food. Not a moment to spare as he quickly piled his plate and ate.

He ate. He ate, oh boy, did he eat! Mouthful, after mouthful. Chew, chew, chew, then swallow. Chew, slurp, sigh, chew, chew, munch, chew, then swallow. All of this food, all for him! It was like heaven on earth, and he vowed to eat every single morsel on the table.

It tasted Fabulous! Amazing! Wonderful! Perfect! Delicious! Superb! Fantastic! Marvelous! Excellent! Great! Tasty! Savory! Super! Awesome! Absolutely, Completely, Totally, Fully, and Extremely GOOD! He could die happy just tasting one plate full…of everything!

"Oh ChiChi! This is so good! Oh, It's awesome. I just have one question," the hungry Saiyan said while fully stuffing his face with a tasty stir-fry found in his path. ChiChi looked at her husband sweetly, giving him an expectant look for him to continue. Swallowing heavily, Goku dumbly pointed with his fork and blinked several times. "Why are those two turkeys fighting?"

Sure enough, two fully cooked turkeys were rolling around on the food covered table, punching, kicking, pushing at each other, until both of them rolled over and fell onto a startled Goku, who cried out and closed his eyes fearfully.

Goku opened his eyes again, finding, not the highly lit dining room of his own home. In stead, he found thick darkness only broken by dotting stars up above. No beautiful smelling food. Instead, he smelt the heavy scent of nature, dirt, trees, fresh mountain air. No happy wife smiling at him pleasingly. Instead he found only the dwindling embers of the fire near him, circled by the improvised seats made from stumps and fallen logs. But, the turkeys! They were still there, wrestling limply and helplessly hitting at and rolling each other over his chest and stomach. One eyebrow slowly raised as the large Saiyan grabbed the two fighting poultry and held him up easily, squinting to see them in the minimal light.

"Hey! You aren't turkeys! You're Goten and Trunks!" Goku exclaimed, sitting up, still holding the two by the back of their shirts. Slowly, at the sound of his cry of realization, both young boys dreamily opened their eyes and stared at Goku, then each other.

"Goten! You were biting my leg!" Trunks said, reaching out to hit his friend, but being unable to as Goku held them a good distance apart, still eyeing them skeptically, thinking perhaps they were turkeys in disguise as his son and his son's friend.

"Well, you were the one who started punching me and screaming, `The gig is up Yamcha!'" Goten cried back, crossing his arms over his chest angrily and plastering a pout onto his lips. Both of them were set down as Goku scratched the back of his head dazedly.

"That's all right boys. I thought you were cooked turkeys fighting all over. Good thing I woke up or I might have eaten you," the full Saiyan admitted, making the young half Saiyan's stared wide eyed and fearful. A crackling in the brush made all three blink in surprise as a dark and silent figure emerged. Spiked haired and cold eyes glared at them before Trunks hurried to his feet and rushed toward the being.

"Dad! Goku nearly ate me and Goten, because he thought we were chickens, and Goten was eating my foot and…and…!" the scared boy cried, standing at his father's feet and staring upward pleadingly. Vegeta stared dumbly at the boy as he rattled on about things that made very little sense. Still…

"Kakarrot! You were going to eat my son?" he cried angrily. Anything to yell at the baka was good, be it foolish or not. Vegeta was still oblivious to what was going on, with turkeys, his son, the other brat… Either way, after his confrontation with Bulma, anyway to blow off steam was a good way.

Goku stared innocently at his smaller friend while he laughed nervously and shook his head. "Sorry Trunks if I scared you, I wouldn't actually eat you! It was just a dream, I guess we all started attacking each other accidentally, but no one got hurt. Actually… you two hurt me a bit. What with all the fighting right on my stomach."

Vegeta smiled proudly and placed a hand on his young son's head, making the still slightly dreamy boy look up and smile happily as well. One of those rare moments when pride swelled up in the father's uncaring heart for his own flesh and blood. Basically, because he had inflicted pain on his father's rival. Trunks grinned and savored the moment as his dad's gloved hand ruffled his hair before leaving and snarling at Goten's dad for a moment. Both the Son males blinked and shrugged before the younger suggested more marshmallows, Goku eagerly following his son to the food tent. He claimed all the talk about turkeys was making him hungry. So the 4 separated into pairs as the night wore on.

Hmmm….Chicken and turkey. Hmmm…Reading and Reviewing… Am I being subtle enough?