| DBZ: THE OTHER DIMENSION CHAPTER 3 Disclaimer: Me no own Dragonball Z. *** I got bored and well... the rest is history. I was feeling weird� Ahhhhhh, yes, I thought to myself. Saturday. Nothing to do. No trouble to get into. I could write, I suppose. Wait! Goku, Vegeta, Mirai and Gohan had doctor's appointments today! �We�re on TV!� I heard Goku yell. Must be one o�clock. Yup� But why watch DBZ when it�s alive and well in your living room? �HEY GUYS!� I yell walking into the room. Goku, Krillin, Gohan, Vegeta and Piccolo. Hmmmmm� �What do you want?� Vegeta asked. I shrug innocently� �My show�s on.� Vegeta stood up, towering over me only because I sat down. �It�s MY show! After all I�M in it!� Gohan furrowed his eyebrows in thought. �I dunno Vegeta. Technically it�s the Dragonball�s show.� "So you guys going to be ready to leave to go to the doctor's in, let's say, twenty minutes? I can drive you too!" Vegeta tensed. �All I can say about that is that I�m glad I�m Saiyan because no human can get into a car with you and survive the experience.� �The driving instructor that gave me my test years ago did,� I pointed out. Vegeta ignored me. Not that that�s bad or anything. Thirty minutes later the five of us piled into the doctor�s office. We sat down and they started to fill out paperwork. Soon, it was time for the first one to go back� and it just happened to be Goku. I should�ve left then. The first thing the doctor said after reviewing Goku�s paperwork was: �According to this you have no vaccinations for any disease whatsoever. That�s not very healthy. I will have to start you on a regimen of vaccines.� I stood there hoping that the word �shot� or �needle� wouldn�t come out of his mouth. Yeah right. The doctor continued, �I can give you your flu vaccine right now.� �Okay!� Goku said. I struck up a conversation with Goku, diverting his attention as the doctor jabbed the needle into his arm. Two seconds later, the doctor was jabbed into the wall and Goku was latched onto me like a scared puppy. �NEEDLE� GET IT AWAY� PLEASE� MAKE THE BAD THING GO AWAY�� I patter him on the back. �Let�s skip the shots, okay, doc?� He nodded and limped over to Goku. He flipped a few pages of the paperwork over... �What does it mean when you say you�ve �died�?� He asked. Goku brightened. �That�s easy. First it was when I was fighting my brother, Nappa, and Vegeta when they first came to Earth. That�s nothing though. This guy from the future, Trunks, he�s in the waiting room, gave me this antidote because he knew the world was screwed if I didn�t live. See, in an alterante timeline I contracted a heart virus and died... probably something I caught in outer space. And then in THIS timeline I did end up living only to get killed, again, by Cell, but my boy Gohan got him so don�t worry and-� I could tell the doctor was trying not to faint. He stood there, speechless, for a minute or two and then found his voice again. �Um�are you on any medication or perhaps seeing a psychotherapist?� �Why would you ask?� I sighed and led Goku out of the room. �Mirai no Trunks?� Trunks stood up. I knew he wouldn�t go causing havoc like Goku might�ve (and did) so I didn�t go in with him. But, damn, I wish I could. Ten minutes later the doctor exited the room, clutching at his chest. Mirai was following him, shrugging. �So whether or not time travel has adverse reactions on the /human/ body, I can�t say. But I do know that a half Saiyan-half human can do just fine�� he was saying. Trunks. Of all people. �WHAT are you DOING?� I asked. �He asked me about time travel� said Goku mentioned it.� I slapped myself. They were not going to remain inconspicuous were they? I mean, they weren�t even trying. �Son Gohan?� Forget Trunks... can I PLEASE go in with him????? Now I /know/ that Gohan is smart. If anyone can pull off acting normal (if not slightly dorky) it�s gotta be Gohan. Was a seriously kidding myself that much? Ten minutes later the doctor re-entered the waiting room. Popping pills this time, I see. �And what did you do?� I asked Gohan, unamused. All he said in response was, �I truly can�t help it if I was born with a tail! I mean, I�m the one that suffered! I couldn�t even look at a full moon without turning into a were ape!� At this the doctor ran into a room marked BATHROOM and I could here lurching sounds. Usually not a good sign. I turned around and started banging my head against the wall. �Vegeta Briefs, please?� Shit, shit and shit. I was going in and I didn�t care if he liked it or not. We weren�t in there two seconds when: �Listen, human! I am the Prince of the proud Saiyan race and-� �Vegeta!� I cut him off. �He�s just going to make sure that you�re healthy.� �Healthy? Of course I�m healthy!� The doctor asked him to take off his shirt and after a verbal spar that I�m still recovering from he complied. Yes Vegeta, I thought, healthy and well-toned� just like your son� and Gohan� and Goku� damn you Saiyans. Of course, the thought of the doctor putting a strange thing that measured his body temperature in his ear made Vegeta wince. I can�t blame him� the way the last three appointments ended Vegeta must be sure that the doctor tortures the patient. �DON�T put that in my ear!� Vegeta growled. �I�m am only going to take your-� �NO!� I saw the doctor grab a tranquilizer. This was awesome. �I don�t need my temperature taken-� �I�M SORRY!� The doctor screamed, spearing Vegeta with the tranquilizer. �Ouch! You son of a bitch! I�m going to Big Bang your ass! Shove a Gallic Gun right up your- your- for that- I�m-� There was a thud as he hit the floor. The doctor looked at me and turned on an oxygen machine, inhaling some of the gas for himself. �Um� do you take a credit card?� I asked him. �American Express, Mastercard, or Visa will be fine,� he answered. �Charge it to my account� I�ll be leaving now.� *** DAMN- After that /I/ need medication! |