Trunks looked up at Goten, who was still watching their grandparents' private encounter. Goku's son didn't seem to be bothered much by any of what he was seeing. He actually had a dopey grin on his face.
'Well, if Goten's still watching, it must have gotten a little less weird. I guess I'll look.'
He peeked through the slit again. Dr. Briefs and Ox King were laying next to each other underneath the covers. They were each eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, eyes locked in a seductive gaze as they chewed sloppily. Trunks leaned towards Goten.
"That peanut butter didn't come from a jar, did it, Goten?"
Goten shook his head, still smiling.
"You don't know where that jelly came from, do you, Goten?
Another head shake. He looked at Trunks and giggled quietly.
"Our grandpas are CRAZY, aren't they, Trunks?"
(In front of the Capsule Corps)
Krillen stared up at Shenron with determination in his eyes. It was time to lead his flock to salvation.
"O Great Shenron-"
"Damn it, you bald bastard!" the enormous dragon rumbled. "I'm on vacation. Where the hell is that stupid nephew of mine?"
A dark, tiny cloud appeared next to Shenron, and a feeble creature appeared. It strongly resembled Shenron, but it was about three feet tall and had thick glasses over human-looking eyes.
"There you are!" the eternal dragon roared. "Do your damn job! I'm not paying you for nothing!"
The smaller dragon meekly held up a finger in protest.
"Actually," he said in a nasally voice, "I'm not being monetarily compensated for this at all. I'm doing this for college credits."
The larger being stared blankly for a few moments, then disappeared. Krillen approached the temporary wish-bringer.
"So, you're going to grant us our wish, noble dragon?" He asked solemnly.
The green creature adjusted his glasses and scrunched his face a little, revealing several fangs and two buckteeth.
"No need to be so formal. Just call me Shenzie. Now, what's this wish you want me to grant?"
Just when Krillen opened his mouth to respond, Vegeta tackled him and clutched the front of his robes. He had a homicidal look that hadn't been on his face in years.
"Listen, baldie. I'm making the wishes around here! I need my woman back and I'm sick of all the stupid shit that's been going on! Got it? So just sit there and shut up!"
He emphasized his point by opening a palm towards Krillen's followers and blowing them away with a ki blast. Krillen took the hint and quietly made his way over to 18, who was standing next to her brother, holding her daughter. Yamcha, Gohan, and Videl also wandered outside to see what was going on. Feeling slightly less aggravated, he stood up and turned to face the limp-wristed Shenzie, who was patiently waiting.
"Alright, you pathetic excuse for a dragon. Bring back my bitch. The prince needs his balls drained."
"Oh geez," Shenzie replied, "you're a real gentleman aren't you? Very classy. Well, where is this lady at? I'll send her some bus tickets or maybe some frequent flyer miles."
The angry Saiyan growled a little in frustration.
"She's dead, you dumb bastard. So bring her back to life."
Shenzie scratched his head and looked up at the sky thoughtfully.
"Well," he said after a moment, "I might be able to do something like that. I did take some CPR classes at Dragon High."
Vegeta lunged at the meek being and began violently strangling him.
"Listen, you stupid lizard! I'm not in the mood for these games!"
The little fellow's tiny arms were flailing around helplessly, and his face was turning blue. Vegeta threw him to the ground and clenched his fists, waiting for a response. An inhaler materialized in Shenzie's hand and he began desperately choking on the medicine.
"*Gasp* Are you crazy? You could've really hurt me! I get it, okay? We'll try to do some of that resurrecting stuff. I have to see the body though at least. It's not like I'm Shenron or Porunga or something. Geez, give me a break here."
Vegeta slowly shook his head.
"You're a pathetic excuse for a dragon," he whispered with contempt.
"Vegeta, I believe I can be of assistance here."
Vegeta turned and faced Yamcha. The human had an orange ascot around his neck.
"It just so happens I've been doing some freelance detective work lately."
Vegeta jabbed a finger in his chest.
"I don't need your help, weakling. You keep your scrawny ass here. Or better yet, get the fuck out of here."
18 began approaching. Vegeta shook his head.
'Great, now what does this bitch want? I don't have time for this. I just want to get fucking laid,' he thought to himself.
"Vegeta," the android said, "You are going to need some help you know. You don't know where 17's cabin is, and I'm not trusting you to go with him. You might jump to conclusions and start blaming him for what happened. We'll take the dragon and I'll show you where it's at. As for Yamcha, do you really want a guy like that around your son?"
Vegeta looked slowly looked over Yamcha and said, "You have a point. Fine. Let's get flying."
Vegeta grabbed Shenzie and tucked him under his arm, but the dragon quickly squirmed out of his grip and ran behind 18. He grasped onto her leg and peeked out at Vegeta.
"What the heck, man? I'm not going up in the air! You're crazy! I'll warp right out of here if you pull a stunt like that again!"
18 kicked backwards to send him flying thirty yards away. She then turned her attention back to Vegeta.
"All right, if he's not going to fly then we'll just have to drive. It's not that far. I'll go steal a car."
With that said, she zipped off.
Yamcha spoke up, "Don't you have like twenty cars here?"
Vegeta pointed towards the spot where the cultists had been gathered.
"There's about twenty dead humans over there, and it might be twenty-one in a second."
Yamcha gulped and looked away. The dragon was sitting on the ground where he'd landed, eyeing them both warily. After a few seconds, 18 returned with a Porsche balanced on her outstretched palm. An elderly couple were having heart attacks in the front seats. She set the car down on the grass and Vegeta walked forward with his arms crossed. He looked at the writhing old people and frowned. He looked at Yamcha.
"Get the dead humans out of there."
Yamcha looked at the two people, who were still in agony, and then back at Vegeta.
"Um, I'm not a doctor, but they're probably still alive."
Vegeta, without breaking eye contact with Yamcha, blasted both of them with small beams.
"Get the dead humans out of there."
Shenzie finally got up and spoke, "Actually, I'll take them."
Shenzie waddled to the car with his tiny, awkward legs. He climbed threw the open passenger-side window and drug them into the backseat.
"Oh," Yamcha exclaimed, "you're going to practice your resurrection!"
Shenzie adjusted his glasses and began tugging at the old man's shirt.
"Actually, I'm just feeling a bit hungry."