| Disclaimer: ZSENSHI does not own DragonBall Z... duh! *** Title: Where Da Party's At (Ya know, Like the song?) (That's weird because I don't even like the song..) Trunks is the same age as Gohan. I don't know why, I just felt like it. At the Son House� "Come on, Goku! Get up! You�re going to make Gohan late for school!" Chi Chi yelled at her husband, Goku, who was snoring on the couch while their son, eighteen year old Gohan, looked on and stifled a laugh at his father. "YOU GOT UP TWENTY MINUTES AGO! YOU PROMISED MR. WRIGHT THAT YOU�D BE THERE TO CHAPORONE THE CLASS DANCE!" Chi Chi yelled and heaved him off the couch. Goku opened one eye and saw the floor coming up to meet his face. Thud. That partially woke him up. "Wake Up!" Chi Chi screamed. "Here, mom. Let me attempt to wake it up." Gohan said, putting his bag on the floor by the door. "I�ve got an idea." "I don�t know if you�re gonna have any luck. I�ve already tried my Pot Of Doom on him. He�s immune." she said, gesturing to the stainless steel pot in her left hand. "You haven�t tried this." Gohan said and knelt down by Goku�s side. "The�re going to have freeeee foooood�" Gohan chanted. That got Goku�s attention. He snapped his eyes open. "FREE FOOD! I�m there! Let�s go, Gohan! Run, Run, Run! We�re gonna be late!" He said as he grabbed Gohan�s hand and hauled him out the door. "Wow. That worked. Its come out of hibernation." Chi Chi said, laughing. "Bye Gohan! Have fun at the dance!" she said, sticking her head out the window and waving at the two figures springing into the air and flying off to Orange Star High School. * * * At the Brief house� "Trunks! Get up, you�re going to be late for the dance!" Bulma yelled at her son, opening the window shades and making sunlight hit him dead across the face. "WAKE UP! Remember, you talked Vegeta into helping the teachers chaperone the dance! Don�t make all your hard work go to no use!" she said, grabbing the covers and throwing them off, leaving him shivering. "Get up! Don�t make me go get Bra!" she said, causing Trunks to bolt upright. "Alright! I�m up! I don�t see the point of going to school today, because it�s just a dance! I hate the dances! It�s just a bunch of screaming girls trying to get a dance with me! I�m sick of it!" he sighed as he dragged himself out of bed. "At least Gohan�ll be there� it won�t be a total waste of time." "Don�t forget that your father�s going to be there, too, Trunks." Bulma added. "Oh yeah. Forgot about him." he lowered his voice. "Hey mom, did you know that Gohan asked Goku to help him, too?" Bulma widened her eyes. "Ooooh� Vegeta and Goku� In a public building� I can imagine the rubble that will be left over from the school�"she said, shaking her head as she left his room and closed his door. "Don�t go back to sleep, Trunks. Bra is right downstairs. I�ll sic her on you." she said with and evil grin. "Dang." Trunks said and got out of bed. * * * At Orange Star High School� Gohan and opened the door to the school auditorium. "�and this is the place where they hold the dances. This is where you will be helping out." he said to Goku. Goku looked around at the lights, the sound system, and the� FOOD. "Food� Gohan, I think I�m back in other world�" Goku said, eyes wide, glazed over, and started drooling on the floor, slowly walking toward the mounds or food and drink... "Don�t eat it! Wait until the students arrive!" Gohan said and held him back, waving his hand in front of his face, snapping his fingers by his eyes. Goku looked visibly saddened. "Dad, you�re pitiful. Alright, you can eat ONE thing and ONLY ONE." Gohan said, laughing. "Oooooh� thanks Gohan." he said and sprinted over to the buffet table. He skidded to a halt, his eyes wide and glimmering. "So many choices� I can�t make decisions by myself!" he said. "Hey Gohan! Heh Heh� Am I allowed to have a sample of everything before I pick my piece of food?" he asked, not bothering to hide the pleading in his voice. Gohan was about to answer when Mr. Wright walked into the auditorium. He saw Gohan and Goku and walked up to them. "Ahh Gohan. Good morning. And you must be Son Goku." he said and held out his hand to Goku. "Yep. That�s me!" Goku said and shook his hand. "Yes," he said, cradling his hand from Goku�s painful grip. "Oh before I forget, here�s your name tag." he said and handed him a sticker that said �Son Goku� on it. "Well, my other chaperone should be coming here any second." As if on cue, Vegeta walked in, followed closely by Trunks. He walked half the distance between him and the teacher when he realized something was terribly wrong. Kakkarot was here. He turned his icy glare on Trunks. "Why didn�t you tell me that Kakkarot was going to be here?" he demanded. "Heh Heh, I didn�t know!" Trunks lied. Vegeta, believing him, glared at him for a few more seconds for good measure and turned and walked to the teacher, who was still talking to Goku about something. "So, Mr. Son, are you going to be in the dance competition today?" "Ummm.. Sure! Why not! I�m sure I could get 1st place if I wanted to!" Goku answered energetically. Vegeta�s ears perked up. Dance Competition� That sounds like a challenge I could beat Kakkarot in� his thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Wright as he turned to greet him. "Ahh Trunks. Welcome. And this must be Vegeta." He said, holding out his hand, hoping that he wouldn�t squish it like the other one with spiky hair. But to his surprise, he didn�t accept his hand. Instead, he said "That�s Prince Vegeta to you. Look, baldy, the only reason why I�m here is the free food and so I can beat Kakkarot at this dance competition." Mr. Wright looked at him like he�s stupid. "Who�s Kokkarot?" Vegeta rolled his eyes and said "It�s Kakkarot." he said. Then he pointed to Goku. "That is Kakkarot." Mr. Wright looked at Goku�s name tag. "No you must be mistaken, he�s Son Goku." he said, shaking his head. Vegeta exploded. "HE�S KAKKAROT YOU USELESS PIECE OF-" "Okay! Okay!" Mr. Wright yelled, fearing that he�d get beat up. "Yes, well� uh.. Heh heh.. Here�s your name tag." And held put the sticker out to him. It said "Vegeta Brief". Good Lord, you must be kidding me, Vegeta thought. He crossed his arms and said "I refuse to wear something so degrading." Mr. Wright looked confused. "What�s so degrading about a name tag?" he asked. "No, No, you fool. It�s what is on the freaking name tag." Mr. Wright scratched his head. "Your�name?" "EXACTLY! Just give me a pen and I will fix it!" "Umm.. Okay�" Mr. Wright gave him a pen. Vegeta, hunched over a nearby table, �fixed� his name tag and put it on his shirt. Goku, Gohan, Trunks, and Mr. Wright all sweat dropped as they read the new and improved name tag. I am VEGETA, Prince of the Saiyans, Supreme ruler of the Universe, Strongest in the World, Superior in all ways to the third class Saiyan, Kakarot, and his half Saiyan Brat "Right�" Mr. Wright said. "Whatever�" Goku laughed nervously and turned back to the food. "Okay� then. Right. I�ll just go get the students� Gohan, Trunks, go to class. Um, Yeah." He said and ran for his life out of the room. Gohan and Trunks followed. "Pathetic�" Vegeta muttered and turned to Goku, pushing the starving Saiyan out of the way of the food, making him fall over, and started rubbing his hands together, deciding on what to eat. Goku got up and said (With a mouth full of food, no doubt) "Egeta, at wuh dant ery ice." Vegeta looked at Goku like he was from another planet. (Author�s Notes: Hey! He is from another planet! Scratch that!) Vegeta glared at Goku and continued his eating of the food. Goku got up and moved to the other side of the table and grabbed a bowl of nachos and took them for himself. I�m thirsty� Goku thought. He went to go wreak havoc at the drink bar. Vegeta on the other hand was still looking and munching on a few things here and there until he stopped and said to himself, �They don�t even have egg rolls�� Just then, the doors of the auditorium flew open and the DJ came in. The DJ was wearing slashed jeans, a wife beater, a red bandanna around his head, and sunglasses. "YO! DUDES! WE BE BLINGBLINGIN'!" He said to Goku and Vegeta. "I�M LOVIN� YOUR HAIR!" "Thank you!" Goku said stupidly. "WHAT BRAND OF HAIR GEL DO YOU USE?" "Huh? I don�t use any gel. This is what I've always had�" "ARE YOU DUDES SERIOUS?" "Umm� Yeah�" Vegeta couldn�t stand this. He jumped in front of the pondering Goku and said to the deranged DJ, "You�ll have to forgive Kakkarot. He has an incurable disease. It�s called �stupidity�. I�ve found that most the people on this planet have this unfortunate sickness." "UM� RIGHT ON, DUDE." The DJ said stupidly. Vegeta rolled his eyes. *** That's all she sent me... don't you like? Now I have to go cry because I'm not that funny... Thanks ZSENSHI and keep it up! |