Here it is, Chapter 9. This is the last chapter because I get uncomfortable when dealing with double figures. If you think this is too short and want to read more then you must be gluten for punishment. However there is no need to worry as I intend to start a new story in just over a week. Until then you could always try reading Celling Out. Anyway on with the show…
There's no Place Like Home, Thank Goodness.
I know I go on a bit about international relations in a cynical manor but that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop. Anyway did I mention how short memories countries can have if they want too. Sometimes they can feel bitter about the results of wars for over 500 years and other times they will forget that they where shooting at each other last week! Grudges are often held over petty things, like who started bombing who or who is stealing who's oil. Friendship between nations is driven however by things that our leaders see as much more important, money and popularity. Money through trade and popularity from the sense of importance a leader will get by thanking/congratulating/helping another country. It was logic like this that had resulted in Goten and Vegeta being force to fight to the death by the Tamaraneans on minute, and being given medals the next…
Goten stood proudly to attention next to Vegeta in the great hall. If only his Mum could see him now, she would be so proud, he thought. (Either that or she would be hopping mad that he was standing up in front of so many people wearing such a filthy gi). Still the crowd of Tamaraneans cheering them made Goten feel 9 foot tall. He had never experienced anything like this in his life. Presently the King waved everyone to silence.
"People of Tamaran," he began but Goten didn't here any more of the speech because Vegeta lent down and turned his scouter off.
"Can't have you falling to sleep can we?" the Saiyan Prince muttered. Goten nodded, he had seen enough TV shows to let him know that speeches like this were as ways as dull as distilled water. The random words and noises that made up the Tamaranean langue were far more interesting to listen too anyway. Of course he had to work hard to stop himself from laughing. Vegeta helped him to this end by standing on his foot!
Eventually the speech finished. This was greeted by massive cheers from the crowd which probably had more to do with the fact that it had finished rather then its quality. The king turned to Goten and Vegeta causing the two Saiyans to hurriedly turn their scouters back on. Goten was a little slow so all he caught was;
"…. now join us for a celebratory feast." The King finished. Goten's eyes lit up. He was beginning to grow fond of this planet. Apparently Vegeta disagreed.
"My gosh is that the time!" he said quickly looking at his wrist, "we really have to be going, we're scheduled to save another planet this afternoon, well must fly!"
"But Vegeta, your not wearing a watch," Goten helpfully pointed out. If looks could kill Goten would have been blown to oblivion. But it was too late for Vegeta.
"No you must come celebrate," declared Kori grabbing Vegeta's arm and pulling him towards the food. Goten gleefully followed.
Zibon walked carefully around the outside of the town. He knew he hated his boss, he knew that his boss had tried to overthrow the Icea government, but he also new that if he returned to Planet Freeza One with out him some family members would get upset and it didn't pay to get Iceas upset. Usually it was fatal.
"Boss I've found something!" called one of the men. Zibon ran over to the creator that the man was looking in and sure enough at the bottom of it lay what was left of Thermos.
"Not pretty ah sir," said the soldier. Zibon looked at the battered limbless torso and head that lay in the creator.
"Actually, I think it's a marked improvement!" he said, "He can't do any more posturing now!"
"Err… he sir," replied the some what uncomfortable soldier next to him. Suddenly there was a cough from the bottom of the creator.
"W-w-where am I?" coughed Thermos.
"In a land fill on Tamaran sir," replied Zibon cheerfully.
"So that's what the smell is," moaned Thermos. "What happened, I-I was going to rule the universe wasn't I?"
"Not quite," said Zibon enjoying his master's suffering, "you lost the gem, the treaty and your limbs!"
"Oh," said Thermos slowly. "Bit of a screw up then," he admitted.
"Just a small one" said Zibon, "King Fridge probably won't kill you too badly for it."
"Guess that's something," said Thermos. "Right take me back to the ship, I need a bath!"
"Very good sir," said Zibon gesturing to the soldier to pick Thermos up. He did so and they set off for the ship.
"Oh by the way Zibon," Thermos added, "call my tailor; tell him not to bother with the trousers on my new suit…"
"Good bye everyone," called Goten from the door of the ship as it began to take off. "If you ever find yourself on earth you can look us up, we're in the phone book under Son and Brief!"
Vegeta wasn't sure that anyone had heard that, Goten had been shouting at the top of his voice by then. Still he made a mental note to go ex-directory when he got back. Unless of course he ever had an electrics problem as the Tamaraneans had done a good job of fixing the ship. That didn't actually mean that they were all good with electrical things, but Vegeta liked to make sweeping generalizations. They made life so much easier.
Presently Goten sat down next too him. The kid was looking at his meddle with a huge smile on his face.
"Wait until I tell Trunks how I got this!" he said proudly, "He'll be well jealous."
"Yeah, about that," said Vegeta, "I've decided that we're not going to tell anyone about this, understand!"
"Awww why not?" asked Goten.
"Because if your mother finds out that you fought an Icea she'll probably kill me!" explained Vegeta. "No starch that she will kill me!"
"Come on can I at least tell Gohan!" begged Goten.
"Let me put it this way," said Vegeta threateningly, "If you tell anyone your dratted mother is likely to find out. In which case my dying screams will be to inform her that you turned in to a Super Saiyan despite promising her that you wouldn't!"
"You wouldn't!" burst out a horror stricken Goten.
"Oh yes I would," said Vegeta smugly, "and afterwards I would come back and haunt you just to be sure!"
"Fine I won't tell anyone," said Goten reluctantly.
"Good, as far as anyone else knows this never happened!" declared Vegeta (ha! This now fits into the DBZ continuity!) "All we have to do is agree on a story…"
Bulma had been busy catching up on her reading when she noticed something odd. There had been a sudden change in noise level. She looked around to try a find the cause of it. Seconds later Krillin emerged from around the corner carrying a pair of scissors.
"All done" he said proudly displaying the now short grass that covered the garden.
"Thanks Krillin," said Bulma also admiring his work, "that was very good of you."
"Yeah now what about the mon…" Krillin began but never finished the sentence because someone flew in and booted the monk into a rosebush. Gohan caught the scissors out of mid-air, (don't try this at home kids, Gohan is a train professional).
"Okay let's get the story straight," he said quickly, "I was here all weekend trimming you're err…"
"Grass," prompted Bulma with a smile. "Sorry Krillin can I pay out later; I've got to cover Gohan's back."
"No wa- OWE," yelled Krillin, "I've got rose thorns in some unpleasant places!"
"Thanks Krillin" called Gohan.
"GOHAN!" yelled a familiar voice almost causing the Saiyan to drop the scissors.
"Hi mum," he said nervously, "How have you been?"
"More to the point where have you been?" Chi-Chi demanded. "You've had me worried sick."
"Sorry Mum," said Gohan carefully, "but I've been here all weekend cutting the lawn!"
"Has he?" Chi-Chi asked Bulma.
"Yes he has," said Bulma sticking to the story, "We didn't tell you because we didn't think you would approve of Gohan having a job as well as his studies." That was a really safe thing to say, because that was just the kind of thing that Chi-Chi would approve of.
"Oh well done Gohan!" she said giving her eldest son a hug, Gohan silently mouthed "thank you" to Bulma. Chi-Chi continued, "You needn't worry about telling me things like that son, I understand. Still if you where cutting the grass what was Krillin doing?"
"Oh he's trimming the rosebush," said Bulma quickly. Chi-Chi turned to look at Krillin.
"Well someone should tell him that he isn't doing a very good job of it," said Chi-Chi.
"Oh go to…" Krillin began before seeing Chi-Chi's face, "…get some pliers so I can cut myself out please," he finished with a big smile.
"I'll cut you free," said Gohan generously, resulting in an evil glare from Krillin, or as evil a glare as Krillin could produce.
Just as Gohan finished cutting the monk free the air was filled with a whistling noise. Everyone looked up to see a white dot in the sky. It was slowly getting larger, well actually it was getting larger very quickly.
"Perhaps we should take a step back." Bulma suggested. Moments later the space pod crashed into the garden, destroying a surprisingly large amount of grass and causing Krillin to whimper a little.
"I'm guessing Dad's home," said Trunks calmly walking into the garden.
Very slowly the door of the space pod opened, revealing its smoky interior and two shadowy figures. It was just like I the movies. Except the manor in which Goten and Vegeta then tumbled coughing, out of the spaceship was less then graceful.
"Boy Vegeta, you should really get that thing looked at!" said Goten, "that's twice its broken in one journey!"
"It would have been fine," snapped the Saiyan Prince "had you not pressed that button that I pacifically told you not to press!"
"Well that's a really stupid button to have in a spaceship!" retorted Goten but got no further before he was mugged by Chi-Chi.
"Oh my little Goten thank goodness your safe," she said quickly hugging Goten. "Don't you ever do that to me again, you had me worried sick!"
"Mum!" said Goten trying to escape the hug, "I was perfectly safe, wasn't I Vegeta."
"Yep," said Vegeta calmly, "We just got a little delayed getting fuel."
"And we didn't fight any evil Icea creatures!" added Goten helpfully. Everyone braced themselves for an explosion that never came. Apparently Chi-Chi was too pleased to have her son back to actually worry about what he was saying. Eventually she put him down allowing Trunks to run up to his friend.
"Found you!" he declared defiantly, "and with 20 minutes to spare!"
"No you didn't," protested Goten, "It's been at least a day since I left and you said I only had to hide for two hours!"
"No," said Trunks, still in control, "You hid at one o'clock and its now two forty, so you where only hidden for an hour and forty minutes therefore I win!"
Goten paused and tried to work it out in his head.
"That can't be right!" he protested.
"Well it is you lose so it's still my go!" declared Trunks running for the computer.
"Well it's my go next!" declared Goten running after him. The others watched them go.
"Kids," mused Chi-Chi happily.
"Yeah, don't you just hate them!" said Vegeta before turning to Bulma, "Well don't I get a welcome home hug?" he demanded.
"Maybe later," said Bulma coolly, "I was actually quite enjoying the peace and quiet."
Vegeta looked like he was about to give the desired furious reaction when they were interrupted.
"That's him!" Yamcha declared running towards them with some police officers, "that's the man who's lawnmower car-jacked me!"
"Pardon!" said Vegeta swinging round, only to be instantly hand cuffed.
"Mr Vegeta I'm arresting you on the charge of assistance to grand theft auto," declared the Police Officer, "you have the right to remain silent…"
"You can't be serious," exclaimed Vegeta, "A lawnmower couldn't car-jack someone!"
"That's what I thought!" said Yamcha, "but it did happen!"
"…but anything you do say…" continued the officer.
"I'm going to kill you for this Yamcha!" declared Vegeta.
"…may be taken down and used as evidence against you!" finished the Office glaring at Vegeta. Vegeta froze.
"You can't put that last thing down," he protested, "you hadn't finished reading me my rights!"
"Just come quietly sir," said the Police Officer dragging Vegeta away.
"Bye Vegeta," called Bulma, "see you in a week!" before returning to her reading.
"…and that's how I got this medal" finished Goten proudly.
"Very good Goten," said Mrs Feeny as the class gave him the compulsory round of applause, "That was a very…err… imaginary show and tell," she finished.
"But Mrs," protested Goten, "that all actually happened."
"Of course it did Goten," the teacher replied with any "understanding" nod of the head.
"Oh just one more thing," said Goten as he sat down, "if any of you see Vegeta, please don't tell him."
The End
Okay folks that's it. Hope you all enjoyed it. Anyway all that's left for me to do is thank my brother for proof reading this story, (thus any spelling mistakes are has fault!), Godzilla2, Happyface101, PockySamurai, shima orealu, bradbdb, aluminumboat and Killer Eyes for reviewing, (I meant to reply to all of you so sorry if I didn't) Akira Toriyama for creating Dragonball Z and everyone who has read this story, I'm sure you know who you are.
Help Wanted!
I want to write a sequel to this story but I don't have any plots! So if anyone has any plots please let me know, it doesn't matter if you think it's stupid, anything might help me get my brain going in the right direction. If you would rather see a story about Cell and Freeza's adventures in Hell, based off there cameo appearances in this story, then let me know too. I'm not promising anything except that all ideas will be received gratefully and that I am open to bribes. I'm going to take a week off now to give me, and hopefully some of you, time to think. See you soon, mg34.