Disclaimer - No...not DBZ or any song that appears in this fic. The songs belong to Blink 182 ^^

Dead Pigeon - pyro freak

“Nothing to lose, a boy who went out when he finished all his chores, nothing to do, they can’t trust me because I blew it once before” Trunks finished the song by stringing the last chord on his guitar.

“That was great! Go Trunks!” Pan was sitting on a pile of boxes in Goten’s garage. The three teenage boy’s were practicing for a contest at a school festival. The prize was only $500, but that didn’t mean they would let it by. And the fact that ‘chicks’ like punks who have a band. So they got money and girls!

“Thanks...we should rest, that was the 6th song tonight. It is almost time to eat dinner.” Trunks pulled the guitar strap off him and set it on the ground, leaning against a box full of junk and broken drum sticks.

“Fuck yeah! That was great! We should do another one just for the hell of it!” Goten yelled tuning his microphone.

“Yeah! Come on Trunks! I’m just now getting warmed up!” Ubuu was sitting on his seat while spinning on it. He was randomly hitting objects with his drum sticks that went by him as he spun around.

“Aren't you hungry Goten?! You never miss a chance to eat food!” Trunks walked over to Pan and sat next to her. Pan flinched as Trunks moved around a little to get comfy.

“Yeah...well...I’m not that hungry.” Goten said as he strung a chord on his bass guitar.

“How the hell?!?! Not hungry?!” Ubuu and Trunks both yelled at the same time.

“Brats!! And Pan! Get out here now!!” Vegeta yelled from outside the garage door. They had the door shut because it was raining outside and thunder storming.

“But Vegeta! It’s raining! Why do we have to go outside?!” Pan looked at Vegeta in disbelief as Trunks slowly stood up.

“How else will you be able to get inside and eat?” Vegeta asked crossing his arms.

“We are eating here?” Trunks put his guitar in the case and strapped it around his shoulders. He walked under the porch by the garage so as to not get wet.

“Your mother said so...it’s not my idea. I want to go train.” Vegeta said as he walked into the house again. They were at Gohan’s house to visit. And so Pan can see Trunks. She didn’t want her parents to know that though. She’s had a crush on him since she was very little. She is now 16, Trunks is 18. He is a Senior at Orange Star High School, and Pan is a Junior. (A/N - I know these aren’t the real ages, so no flames over this...that would be dumb because I just told you.)

“Lets go Goten!” Pan yelled while following Trunks into the front door of the house. There was a flowerbed right in front of the door, it was cattycornered facing out towards the street that past her house. In front of the walkway towards the front door from the garage was a railing fence and little bushes were in pots. She always loved the way her house looked. Her mother was very good at decorating.

“Dammit! I want to finish playing these songs! But...I am hungry...” Goten put his right hand behind his head and laughed as his stomach growled at him. “...Lets eat!”

“Fuck! I’m not hungry! I don’t eat as much as you Saiya-jins! Dammit!” Ubuu stopped spinning around in the chair and got up. He took the drum sticks with him and was hitting objects like he was still playing. He hit everything including Vegeta. He didn’t notice him still standing there and was to into the moment and accidentally hit him.

“God dammit! Why the hell did you hit me you little fuck?!” Vegeta was holding his head where he got hit with the drum sticks.

Ubuu gasped as he realized he just sealed is life with a last word. The only thing he could manage to get out of his mouth was a little “Eeep!” And he did what came next to his mind. Run.

“Dammit! Get back here you piece of shit!” Vegeta took after him and easily caught up with him. He had Ubuu by the neck and held him right to his face.

“Heheh...sorry? Heheh...” Ubuu choked as Vegeta tightened his grip around his neck.

“Why you little bastard...” Vegeta slowly spoke on his breath. He wasn’t in a good enough mood and this just pissed him off more.

“Vegeta! Put Ubuu down now!” Gohan walked out of the house with a frown on his face. The last thing you want to deal with is an angry Gohan.

“Damn son of Kakaratto...” Vegeta put Ubuu down on his knees. Ubuu was holding his neck where Vegeta had his grip.

“That’s better...now get inside Ubuu!” Gohan yelled walking back inside.

Ubuu slowly walked towards the door, every once in awhile looking back at a very pissed off Vegeta walking behind him.

“Keep walking brat...I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” Vegeta put his hands in his dark blue baggy jean pants.

Ubuu gulped and fastened his pace towards the door. Once he got in he felt relieved as he shut the door. He then heard a banging sound coming from the door. “Oops...not again!” He walked over and opened the door. An extremely pissed Vegeta was frowning and had his eyes narrowed.

“You are pushing it kid...” Vegeta brushed past Ubuu and walked inside.

Ubuu let out a puff of air and closed the door. “To close...dammit...”

End Chapter 1