Chapter 2
The very next day the Daimaou family was getting ready to go to
Bulma's place for the meeting. They stepped into the BMW 325i.
Piccolo drove them. Hiroshi remembered the first time Goku and
his dad took driving lessons. It wasn't pretty, but when his mom
got interested in driving, Goku and his dad decided to try again.
Surprisingly, they passed the second time. When they arrived at
Bulma's place, there were two vehicles already parked by the
house. Just then, Bulma came out to welcome them,
"Hey guys, I'm so glad you could make it. Videl and Ami and
their parents are in the kitchen."
"Thanks Bulma." Shiba replied for the boys. They went
inside and there they saw Videl, Mr. Satan, Ami with her parents,
Vegita and Trunks. They all said their æhellos' and took sat
down. Bulma looked around the room to see who was there.
"So all we're missing are the Son's--" she was
interrupted by a big bang. They all looked at the door where the
Son's appeared.
"Yo, sorry we're late." Goku apologized.
"That's OK," Bulma said sweetly, "We were just
about to start anyway, come in."
As the Son family took their seat, the meeting began.
"All right, lets start by talking about the departure and
arrival time," Bulma started. "We'll be leaving in two
days from now at 4:20am, so come to the airport earlier than that
time.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Hiroshi exclaimed
"That's too early for me," Goku complained.
"Then don't come! Little baby," Vegita snarled.
"Ok, Ok back to business people," Bulma cutted in,
"And the departure time will be in a week at 10:00am."
Bulma picked up one of the pamphlets on the table,
"Now for the hotel. The rooms reserved all have balconies
and wide space." She handed everyone a copy of the pamphlet
so they can see. Everyone began browsing through it amazed at how
immense the hotel was. Goku pointed out that there were a lot of
pictures with food in them. Not just that, but activities to do
around the hotel were various. Bulma continued talking when
everyone settled down,
" The weather there will be unpredictable so bring some warm
clothes too, just in case."
"This isn't fair! Why can't we go to Hawaii?" Goten
whinned.
Chichi explained, "Goten, the vacations we had in the past
so far were for Trunks and you. The adults need a vacation
too."
"But still, that's not fair!!!" Goten was near crying.
"Psst . . . Goten, here," Trunks whispered to
something to Goten. When they finished, Goten had a large
mischievous smile across his face.
"That reminds me," Chichi looked up to Bulma.
"What are we going to do with the kids?"
"They can stay with my parents, no prob." Bulma said
casually.
"Oh but what ifû" Chichi was cut off by Goku.
" Don't worry Chichi, Bulma's parents will take good care of
them, relax."
"(sigh), I guess you're right," Chichi replied
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The day turned to dusk. The meeting came to an end and everyone
was leaving to go back home. As Hiroshi walked to the car with
his parents, Trunks came up and tugged on his baggy jeans.
"Can you bring me back a surfboard or a skateboard or
something . . . Please?!" Trunks pleaded. Hiroshi smiled and
patted his lavender hair.
"Of coarse I will." And he stepped into the vehicle and
waved to them as they drove off.
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Piccolo sparred with Hiroshi in the Gravity Gym while Shiba made
dinner. Piccolo shot a Makankasopou at Hiroshi. He doged the
attack, but was hit on the back by his dad. As he, Piccolo
reappeared infront of him and punched him in the stomache.
Hiroshi fell to the hard floor and struggled to get up. His dad
stood infront of him with his arms crossed
"You're getting slower kid." Piccolo said.
"Oh yeah!" Hiroshi shouted, "That's because I'm
not warmed up yet!" Hiroshi powered up to become SSJ1. He
attacked his dad. They were equally matched. As Piccolo attempted
to shoot a ki blast at Hiroshi, the headache came back. Hiroshi
managed a punch or two at Piccolo. He saw something wrong when
Piccolo didn't fight back. Hiroshi stopped fighting and returned
to his normal self.
"Hey Dad, you O.K.?" Hiroshi asked. Piccolo's headache
subsided and he was back into focus.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired." Piccolo lied.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine. Now are we gonna fight or what?" Piccolo got
into his fighting stance and so did Hiroshi. They continued
sparring until it was dinner.