Post by Little Syxx on Mar 24, 2005 10:15:06 GMT -5
14 Days Of Hell: Part One
The sun rose on yet another Saturday morning in the 439 Mountain district as Goten Son lazily rolled out of bed and onto the dishes he had left by his bed the night before. He cursed noticing that his the floor by his bed was now covered by broken glass but just shrugged it off and decided to clean up whenever his mother found out about it and screamed at him.
He walked into the kitchen and noticed his father sitting at the table reading the newspaper. He pulled the paper down and suddenly screamed as the man holding the paper began to scream too.
“What are you doing here Uncle Radditz!? I thought dad went crazy and injected himself with a crap load of steroids or something!”
“Sorry Goten.” Radditz said regaining his composure. “My house blew up last night and I needed somewhere to stay.”
Goten paused and scratched his head. “But, you live at Satan City College…”
“Yeah I know.”
Goten suddenly poked his head outside and noticed some tents on the lawn.
“Don’t tell me Nappa, Turles and Brolly are in those tents…”
“No of course not.” Radditz laughed. “You’re parents and Gohan and Videl are in the tents.”
Goten let out a sigh of relief when Nappa suddenly walked into the room and groaned as he stretched and sat down at the table. “Man, sleeping in that bathtub all night hurt.”
“Well that’s what you get for blowing up the gym.” Turles said walking it, Brolly following closely behind him.
“Oh…my….god no!” Goten sighed. “How long are you guys going to be staying here!?”
“We’ll be here a few weeks.” Radditz replied as the toaster popped up. “Ooooo, my pop tart‘s done.”
A few minutes later Goku, Chi Chi, Gohan and Videl walked into the house and everybody began to eat. After a few moments though Gohan suddenly stopped eating.
“Wait…what happened with those Kuriza and Onio guys?” Gohan asked. “Weren’t they trying to rebuild the Cold Empire or something?”
Brolly sighed. “Ka rott ka ka? Ka rott ka ka ka. Rott aka raka. Kott karara. Kakarott, Ka, Kaka, Ka tott kararara.”
“And then we all went out for ice cream and everything was back to normal.” Turles added with a grin.
“Oh yeah.” Gohan said. “I remember now. I did almost drown you know.”
“That‘s true. It’s a good thing those 4, 000 foot tall robots knew CPR.”
“And that was also the day I learned that when a sign says ‘Don‘t Feed The Monkeys‘ you‘d better not feed the monkeys.” Goku said as he chugged down a carton of milk.
All the Saiyans at the table nodded and continued eating as Videl and Chi Chi got up and left the room.
-
Later that afternoon Goten, Trunks and Paris were sitting in Trunks’ room at Capsule Corp.
“Man, so they’re all living with you guys?” Trunks asked. “For two weeks?”
“Yeah.” Goten replied. “Two whole weeks of living with my uncle, some bald guy, a guy who looks like a tanned version of my father and some guy who can only say my father’s birth name.”
“Man, that’s harsh.”
“The worst part of all is there is nothing I can do about it!” Goten cried. “I tried talking my mom into getting them out of the house but she said there was nothing she could do! She can’t put them in any of the hotels around here. They wrecked them all during Spring Break. They can’t go to any other countries either. They were exiled from all of them when they tried claiming a small island they took control of was their own country and tried building embassies all of the place. If they set foot in the U.S. again they’ll get pissed and bomb us. If they set foot on Canadian soil they’ll get rabid Beavers thrown at them and I don’t even want to get started on what would happen if they tried going to England!”
Goten began to fight back tears as Paris walked over to him. “Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe things will somehow work out for the best and the others won’t do anything stupid.”
As if on queue there was a knock heard on Trunks’ window. Goten opened the blinds and saw Turles with a scared look on his face and a broken vase in his hands.
“What do I do!?” The Saiyan asked, beginning to panic as Goten turned to Paris and Trunks and sighed.
-
Out in the desert Kuriza and Onio sat by where their space ship used to be and growled. The defeat they had suffered at the hands of Goku, Vegeta, Gohan and Z was embarrassing to say the least but to have their space ship stolen by some crazy blonde guy who was screaming something about not being able to handle his roommate any more was downright irritating.
“So, Lord Kuriza, how are we going to get our revenge against those Saiyans and the Neko Majin?” Onio asked.
“I’ve already got the perfect idea.” Kuriza laughed holding up an envelope.
“You’re going to send them hate mail?”
“No you idiot!” Kuriza snapped. “I’m going to do the worst thing I could think of to them.”
Kuriza began to cackle with delight as Onio walked over and looked at the letter, his eyes widening in shock.
“This is your most devious plan yet Lord Kuriza!” Onio shouted. “You’re father would be proud.”
Kuriza grinned. “I know, I know. Now, let’s head on down to that studio!”
-
Vegeta stood in the Clip Room and walked back to observe his newest creation. The newest training dummy in to be used in his mastery of the clipping arts, Neko Majin Z. He stepped back and picked up two paper clips.
“Method #29: The Two For One: Because once in awhile removing one limb at a time just isn’t enough.”
Vegeta threw the paper clips and cursed as they were suddenly caught out of mid-air.
“Hey Veggie boy.” Z said looking at the dummy Vegeta made of him. “I didn’t know you played with dolls.”
“What the hell are you doing here!?” Vegeta demanded. “I thought you were back in your own world by now!”
Z shook his head. “Nope. Some crazy guy took Kuriza’s ship so I’m stuck here for a few weeks.”
“Well that’s just great.” Vegeta growled. “Well this is a big building so you’d better stay the hell out of my way for the entire time you’re here!”
“Hey Vegeta, Z, Trunks, Goten, Paris!” Bulma shouted over the intercom. “I’ve got big news. All of you come to the main room quick.”
-
In no time Vegeta, Z, Trunks, Goten and Paris were in the main room with Bulma. Goku, Gohan, Videl, Radditz, Nappa, Brolly and Goku were also there and all looked confused as Bulma held up a piece of paper.
“Guys, looks like you’re house troubles are fixed. Z-TV has been looking for a group of 12 people to put in a house for two weeks and apparently somebody sent a letter recommending you guys! You‘re going to be on a reality TV show!”
The entire group suddenly stared towards Bulma in shock. After a few moments of silence Vegeta finally spoke up.
“We are going to be on some stupid TV show?”
“Yeah. They’re putting you guys in a house for 14 days and are going to film it all as it happens!”
There was once again a moment of silence as the Z Warriors paused.
“This is going to be awesome!” Goku shouted. “We’re gonna be TV stars!”
Most of the Saiyans began to cheer as Gohan and Videl fought the urge to pass out, Paris looked a little worried and Vegeta looked the same way he always did, pissed off.
“This is going to be the best two weeks ever!” Nappa declared as he tried to do a cartwheel but instead rolled into Bulma’s TV.
“When does this start?” Trunks asked his mother.
“Tomorrow at 7am so I guess you guys should get your beauty sleep tonight because tomorrow you’ll be on TV, live, 24/7!” Bulma replied as Videl looked towards Gohan.
“If you love me you’ll kill me now.”
-
Yeah, I finally decided to write again. I’m never going to finish The Re-Rise Of The Cold Empire so I guess you can make up your own ending to that one, just make sure it involves 4, 000 foot tall robots and ice cream.
The sun rose on yet another Saturday morning in the 439 Mountain district as Goten Son lazily rolled out of bed and onto the dishes he had left by his bed the night before. He cursed noticing that his the floor by his bed was now covered by broken glass but just shrugged it off and decided to clean up whenever his mother found out about it and screamed at him.
He walked into the kitchen and noticed his father sitting at the table reading the newspaper. He pulled the paper down and suddenly screamed as the man holding the paper began to scream too.
“What are you doing here Uncle Radditz!? I thought dad went crazy and injected himself with a crap load of steroids or something!”
“Sorry Goten.” Radditz said regaining his composure. “My house blew up last night and I needed somewhere to stay.”
Goten paused and scratched his head. “But, you live at Satan City College…”
“Yeah I know.”
Goten suddenly poked his head outside and noticed some tents on the lawn.
“Don’t tell me Nappa, Turles and Brolly are in those tents…”
“No of course not.” Radditz laughed. “You’re parents and Gohan and Videl are in the tents.”
Goten let out a sigh of relief when Nappa suddenly walked into the room and groaned as he stretched and sat down at the table. “Man, sleeping in that bathtub all night hurt.”
“Well that’s what you get for blowing up the gym.” Turles said walking it, Brolly following closely behind him.
“Oh…my….god no!” Goten sighed. “How long are you guys going to be staying here!?”
“We’ll be here a few weeks.” Radditz replied as the toaster popped up. “Ooooo, my pop tart‘s done.”
A few minutes later Goku, Chi Chi, Gohan and Videl walked into the house and everybody began to eat. After a few moments though Gohan suddenly stopped eating.
“Wait…what happened with those Kuriza and Onio guys?” Gohan asked. “Weren’t they trying to rebuild the Cold Empire or something?”
Brolly sighed. “Ka rott ka ka? Ka rott ka ka ka. Rott aka raka. Kott karara. Kakarott, Ka, Kaka, Ka tott kararara.”
“And then we all went out for ice cream and everything was back to normal.” Turles added with a grin.
“Oh yeah.” Gohan said. “I remember now. I did almost drown you know.”
“That‘s true. It’s a good thing those 4, 000 foot tall robots knew CPR.”
“And that was also the day I learned that when a sign says ‘Don‘t Feed The Monkeys‘ you‘d better not feed the monkeys.” Goku said as he chugged down a carton of milk.
All the Saiyans at the table nodded and continued eating as Videl and Chi Chi got up and left the room.
-
Later that afternoon Goten, Trunks and Paris were sitting in Trunks’ room at Capsule Corp.
“Man, so they’re all living with you guys?” Trunks asked. “For two weeks?”
“Yeah.” Goten replied. “Two whole weeks of living with my uncle, some bald guy, a guy who looks like a tanned version of my father and some guy who can only say my father’s birth name.”
“Man, that’s harsh.”
“The worst part of all is there is nothing I can do about it!” Goten cried. “I tried talking my mom into getting them out of the house but she said there was nothing she could do! She can’t put them in any of the hotels around here. They wrecked them all during Spring Break. They can’t go to any other countries either. They were exiled from all of them when they tried claiming a small island they took control of was their own country and tried building embassies all of the place. If they set foot in the U.S. again they’ll get pissed and bomb us. If they set foot on Canadian soil they’ll get rabid Beavers thrown at them and I don’t even want to get started on what would happen if they tried going to England!”
Goten began to fight back tears as Paris walked over to him. “Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe things will somehow work out for the best and the others won’t do anything stupid.”
As if on queue there was a knock heard on Trunks’ window. Goten opened the blinds and saw Turles with a scared look on his face and a broken vase in his hands.
“What do I do!?” The Saiyan asked, beginning to panic as Goten turned to Paris and Trunks and sighed.
-
Out in the desert Kuriza and Onio sat by where their space ship used to be and growled. The defeat they had suffered at the hands of Goku, Vegeta, Gohan and Z was embarrassing to say the least but to have their space ship stolen by some crazy blonde guy who was screaming something about not being able to handle his roommate any more was downright irritating.
“So, Lord Kuriza, how are we going to get our revenge against those Saiyans and the Neko Majin?” Onio asked.
“I’ve already got the perfect idea.” Kuriza laughed holding up an envelope.
“You’re going to send them hate mail?”
“No you idiot!” Kuriza snapped. “I’m going to do the worst thing I could think of to them.”
Kuriza began to cackle with delight as Onio walked over and looked at the letter, his eyes widening in shock.
“This is your most devious plan yet Lord Kuriza!” Onio shouted. “You’re father would be proud.”
Kuriza grinned. “I know, I know. Now, let’s head on down to that studio!”
-
Vegeta stood in the Clip Room and walked back to observe his newest creation. The newest training dummy in to be used in his mastery of the clipping arts, Neko Majin Z. He stepped back and picked up two paper clips.
“Method #29: The Two For One: Because once in awhile removing one limb at a time just isn’t enough.”
Vegeta threw the paper clips and cursed as they were suddenly caught out of mid-air.
“Hey Veggie boy.” Z said looking at the dummy Vegeta made of him. “I didn’t know you played with dolls.”
“What the hell are you doing here!?” Vegeta demanded. “I thought you were back in your own world by now!”
Z shook his head. “Nope. Some crazy guy took Kuriza’s ship so I’m stuck here for a few weeks.”
“Well that’s just great.” Vegeta growled. “Well this is a big building so you’d better stay the hell out of my way for the entire time you’re here!”
“Hey Vegeta, Z, Trunks, Goten, Paris!” Bulma shouted over the intercom. “I’ve got big news. All of you come to the main room quick.”
-
In no time Vegeta, Z, Trunks, Goten and Paris were in the main room with Bulma. Goku, Gohan, Videl, Radditz, Nappa, Brolly and Goku were also there and all looked confused as Bulma held up a piece of paper.
“Guys, looks like you’re house troubles are fixed. Z-TV has been looking for a group of 12 people to put in a house for two weeks and apparently somebody sent a letter recommending you guys! You‘re going to be on a reality TV show!”
The entire group suddenly stared towards Bulma in shock. After a few moments of silence Vegeta finally spoke up.
“We are going to be on some stupid TV show?”
“Yeah. They’re putting you guys in a house for 14 days and are going to film it all as it happens!”
There was once again a moment of silence as the Z Warriors paused.
“This is going to be awesome!” Goku shouted. “We’re gonna be TV stars!”
Most of the Saiyans began to cheer as Gohan and Videl fought the urge to pass out, Paris looked a little worried and Vegeta looked the same way he always did, pissed off.
“This is going to be the best two weeks ever!” Nappa declared as he tried to do a cartwheel but instead rolled into Bulma’s TV.
“When does this start?” Trunks asked his mother.
“Tomorrow at 7am so I guess you guys should get your beauty sleep tonight because tomorrow you’ll be on TV, live, 24/7!” Bulma replied as Videl looked towards Gohan.
“If you love me you’ll kill me now.”
-
Yeah, I finally decided to write again. I’m never going to finish The Re-Rise Of The Cold Empire so I guess you can make up your own ending to that one, just make sure it involves 4, 000 foot tall robots and ice cream.