"Where's Goku when you need him!", Chichi cried.

Bulma forced Bra to turn her head.

"We've got to stop them!", 18 shouted.

Bulma shot 18 a warning glance.

"No! Don't even think about it! I don't want you breaking Vegeta's arm again!"

18 frowned.

Vegeta and Piccolo stumbled around trying to catch one of the loose goats. It weaved between scattering people and was surprisingly nimble for such a stupid animal.

"HhahAHhaa, get back here! Dare you disobey the Queen of….I mean the PRINCE of……of….oh damn, what am I the prince of?"

Piccolo was laughing so hard while trying to catch the goat that he accidentally shot a ki blast from his mouth and took out the whole left side of the road where the venders set up. Vegeta stopped for a moment and gave the Namek a harsh look.

"Now look what you've done! Now we're gonna hafta go back and…."

"And what?"

"Ah, I forgot."

"BWHAHhHAHA!"

"Hey shut-up!"

Piccolo levitated crookedly scanning for the goat that got away. Vegeta would have done the same but he was hallucinating badly.

"Skittles! Skittles! I see SKITTLES!!!!!!!!!!!"

Piccolo looked back at Vegeta.

"Eh, Dat's it Vegeta! You're the Prince of Skittles!"

"I am?"

"Yes, you are!"

Vegeta squinted his eyes trying to get rid of the groggy, swoozy feeling, but his pride stepped in the way of his drunkeness.

"YUS! I AM THE PRINCE OF SKITTLES!!!!!! TASTE THE RAINBOW!!!! WWWAHAHAH!!!!!"

Piccolo smirked while trying to float but stumbled back to the ground crossing his eyes for a brief moment.

"Vegeta! Look at the sky!"

The Namek and Saiyjin stood in the middle of the road and looked up, while screaming tourists and surviving vendors ran for their lives.

"It…it looks like it's going to rain!", Piccolo shouted, "I must perform the Namekian rain dance!"

Vegeta did his best to keep a straight face but couldn't stop himself and he burst into laughter again. Piccolo ignored him and threw his hands into the sky.

"RAIN DAMMIT! RAIN!!!!! RAIN! RAIN! RAIN!"

"Some chant you got der Namek!"

"Dammit Saiyjin, I need music!!"

"Wait! I'll be right back!"

Piccolo turned and watched as the Prince of Skittles dashed off for the right side of the road, the side of the road that hadn't been blown off the face of Hawaii, and ran into a store. Piccolo looked back at the sky and gazed at the dark grey clouds that were rolling in fast.

"Well, we can't just stand here! Look what they're doing!"

"Mommy! What's wrong with Daddy!?!"

"Bra! I said don't look!"

Bulma quickly devised a plan.

"18, I need you to take Bra back to the room-"

"but-"

"-but nothing! Chichi and I will look for Trunks and Goten. Videl, you get Gohan. He might be able to help."

"My baby is not going to fight!"

"If you're old enough to be a grandmother then you're baby is grown up!"

"Why you-"

Videl interjected, "Come on, let's do it."

She grabbed 18's arm and then grabbed Bra who screeched the whole time and began leading them back the way they came.

Vegeta laughed insanely as he came stumbling back out of a store he had entered moments earlier. With him he was carrying a stereo system and dragging an extension cord along with it.

"What the-"

"Wook, Namerk! I got music!"

Vegeta set it at Piccolo's feet and giggled like Jay Leno.

"It's aaaalreadyyyy pugged in!"

Piccolo frowned.

"You went back and drank more!"

"Did not!"

"Why didn't you tell me…that…that hurt my feelings…"

"Ah, Piccolo, I'm sorry…here…"

The prince handed him a fifth of Jack he had been stowing in his pocket.

"YAY!"

The Namek snatched it up and slammed the bottle to his lips and poured it down his throat.

"Hey! Take it easy…"

Piccolo winced as the alcohol began to burn his esophagus.

Vegeta was off in his own drunken stupor world again.

"Tha' reminds me of a song…by…eagle something…"

"The Eagles!", Piccolo choked.

"WHERE?!?!?"

The Namek gagged a little before speaking again.

"No, no, no. The band, 'The Eagles'."

"I…I don't get it…"

Piccolo coughed some more.

"If you keep drinking like that Namek, you won't be able to have children!"

"S-same goes for ((cough)) you!"

"I don't spew up eggs!"

"Well if Bulma cooked them…"

"MUWAHAH!"

Krillin concentrated hard and then swung.

"I missed again! I suck at this!"

"Don't give up Krillin! You can do it!"

Krillin frowned a bit.

"Goku, could you knock off that School House Rock stuff? If I was a little kid then I'd believe you."

In return to his comment, Krillin received a blank stare. Marron sat on the golf cart watching her father swing over and over, trying to hit the little, white ball.

"Daddy! Be careful! You're right next to the sand trap and it's a really steep edge!"

"Don't worry about me Marron. I'm not the strongest human on Chikyuu for nothing!"

Krillin took another wild swing and almost made contact. Goku snickered a bit but covered it up quickly when his best friend shot him an evil look. Marron's eyes drew closed sleepily. Miniature golf was boring her to tears! She propped her chin in her hand and rested idly against the steering wheel.

"Uh, hey Marron-", Goku began, but he had spoken too late.

"AHH!"

Marron had accidentally slipped out of the drivers seat when she leaned forward and slammed on the gas pedal. The little cart zoomed forward.

"KRILLIN WATCH O-"

"ARGHH!"

Krillin yelled as the vehicle slammed into him, pulling him under the tires and crushing his body. The cart stopped once his shirt sleeve got caught in the axle and wound around it. Marron went into hysterics as she climbed shakily from the runaway golf cart. Goku through down his putter and lifted the mass of molded fiberglass and metal off of his best friend.

"Marron!", Goku cried, "you killed my best friend!"

"NO! DADDY, NO!"

Krillin laid in a mangled heap with his putter reamed through his stomach and an arm caught on the axle.

"Daddy! Speak to me!"

Krillin looked up in his final moments of life and smiled weakly at Goku.

"Krillin? Hey Krillin, you okay?"

"I-I saw my l-life fl-flash before my eyes…"

"Did you see anything?"

"N-no…it was a relatively, short fl-flash."

Marron weeped into her hands.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry! Daddy!"

Krillin hacked up some blood on what was left of his shirt. He reached out and took Marron by the hand.

"D-don't worry sweetheart. Daddy'll s-see you in hell."

"WA?"

"Eh, Goku. I'll see you around."

Goku frowned as Krillin turned his head to the side, closed his eyes and went on his way to meet Kaio-sama. Marron was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Look what you did Marron! You killed you father! Just wait till 18 hears about this!"

"NO! Don't tell my mom, please! She'll never forgive me!"

Goku stood up and looked at Marron, her eyes pleading with him.

"Oh, alright! Let's bury him in the sand trap and think of something to tell her."

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"

Marron ran up and hugged Goku's leg. He smiled and patted her head.

"You start scooping and I'll get his body untangled from this cart, okay Marron?"

Marron nodded her head in agreement.

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