"Dunt break ma' heart! My achy breaky heart! I jus' dun tink they'd understand! An if you break my heart, my achy breaky heart! It might n' blow up n' kill this…whatever I am!"
"AWOOOOOoooowwWHOO!"
They had no shame. Of course, you tend not to have any shame when you're piss-ass drunk and happen to be an alien. As far as Vegeta and Piccolo were concerned, there was no one else in the world but them and so the country line dancing continued. Vegeta stumbled a bit and had to stop.
"Namek! I can't…move anymore…too dizzy…"
"Well then! This looks like a job for…"
"What?"
Piccolo crossed his arms and pouted. The Namek's reaction time was still a bit off from all the alcohol.
"IT'S…time for GOAT WRESTLING!!!"
"WAAAA! GOAT WRESTLING!"
Vegeta fell back on his rear as Piccolo stopped the music.
"Ow."
"Come on Saiyjin! We must find that goat once more!"
The prince jumped up and ripped off his shirt, throwing it against the wind that was coming from the approaching storm.
"I'M A SUPE' STAR! LET'S GO!"
Leaping (stumbling) gracefully into the air, the unlikely duo of trouble raced off to find their precious goat.
"We really need your help! We don't know what else to do!"
"I WANT MY MOMMY!"
"For the love of Kami, will you shut up kid!"
"Ahhnnnnn!"
"Okay!"
Gohan couldn't take the whining, bickering and the situation anymore. He asked 18 and Bra to sit down as he pulled Videl off to the side.
"We'll probably have to call the police just in case, I might be able to stop Piccolo but Vegeta's too stubborn to listen to me."
"We need all the help we can get Gohan."
"Okay, you, 18 and Bra stay here, I'll see what I can do."
"Well, that should do it!"
Goku brushed bits of gravel and dirt off of his hands and stood up. Marron held a bent and bloody golf club in her hand. She looked down into sand trap one last time. You could barely tell Krillin was buried there, except for the fact that the top of his little, bald, head was peaking out of it's shallow grave. There just hadn't been enough sand to cover him all the way. Goku picked up a clump of grass and plopped it down in the center of the pit.
"There. Now you can't see anything. Just some grass in the middle of a sand trap at a miniature golf course."
"Can we go now?"
"Sure."
Goku turned around with Marron and headed for the hotel room.
"BAAAaaAaaH!"
"Gert back 'ere!!!"
Piccolo dove for the goat's legs but it leaped to the left and the Namek ended up eating a face full of dirt.
"AHAHA!!"
"So you think you can do better? You're brain is fried!"
"No, no, no…there is a difference between fried and hung over. My head is starting to hurt."
"GET THE GOAT DAMMIT!"
Vegeta relented and crookedly jumped over Piccolo, held his hand forward and aimed.
"BAAAH-BLAM!!!!"
Bits of goat flew up everywhere. The wind whipped up and the sky continued to grow darker. Piccolo clenched his teeth a started banging his head into the ground.
"Why…"
bam*
"..did.."
thwack*
"..you.."
thump*
"..blow up.."
doink*
"..the GOATTTTT!!!!"
A goat leg fell down and thwacked Piccolo on the back. He stood up with it in his hand. Vegeta scowled at him.
"Would you get a grip, Namek. You're giving me a headache."
"What do you two think you're doing?!"
Vegeta and Piccolo turned around to see Gohan, mouth agape, staring at them and the bits of goat. Piccolo smiled weakly and hid the leg behind his back.
"Go away, halfling! This isn't your affair."
"It is when Piccolo's involved. What the hell is going on?"
Vegeta scowled again and Piccolo shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly under his heavy cape. A rain drop smacked him on the nose.
"Eh? It's starting to rain!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and stifled a yawn. Their excursion had cost them almost all of their energy and Vegeta was growing weary. The prince stretched his back a bit before sitting down on the ground. Gohan stopped staring at the scene around him and started yelling.
"YOU TWO DESTROYED ALMOST THE WHOLE TOWN OF HOKEY-POKEY!"
"Heh, had I still worked for Freeza, I'd of leveled off this whole planet."
Piccolo smirked as Gohan shot the prince a dirty look.
"You two need to come back to the hotel room."
"Like hell we will! I'm the prince and I claim this land!"
"NANI?!? Vegeta! You just can't CLAIM an island! You already have a home!"
"Er…shut-up halfling!"
Suddenly, bouncy, metallic music started playing.
"What the h-"
"IT'S A MARIACHI BAND!"
Vegeta jumped up and flew off, back into the ruins of Hokey-Pokey. The weather was worsening and humidity stifled the air. Gohan smacked himself on the forehead before addressing the Namek.
"Piccolo...please...go back to the hotel rooms and wait for me there. I can't have you getting into any more trouble."
Piccolo snorted in reluctant agreement and levitated in the air, turning towards where everyone was staying.
"PICCOLO-SAN!"
The Namek looked down below him.
"Leave the goat leg here."
Piccolo frowned lightly, grunted and dropped the goat leg on the ground and flew away to meditate his headache and hangover off. Gohan turned to where Vegeta had raced off too. Already he could here panicked screaming with heavy accents and musical instruments breaking along with ki blasts. The rain starting falling faster and the wind picked up even more as the sky continued to grow darker.
"This is going to be a very long day."