"PALEEZE! NU! NOT MY-A MAROCKAZ!"
"Why dontcha do a little dance!"
"VEGETA! STOP!"
Gohan had come to Sergio's aid just in time. Vegeta stood shirtless with the poor man's marraca's, getting ready to vaporize them.
"Go away, halfling!"
"Vegeta..."
Gohan tried talking some sense into the mighty prince.
"...there is a really bad storm moving in, the police will probably arrive shortly and Bulma is most likely waiting for you back at the hotel room."
Vegeta stuck out his bottom lip slightly, secretly pouting, with that he dropped Sergio's marraca's on the ground and turned to face Gohan, surprising him.
"You..you listened to me??"
"Hmph. I don't want those 'police' forces involved. I managed to get away with a lot things so far but I'm not getting my ass in troub-"
Lightning cracked across the sky, making Vegeta's headache worse. Sergio, the poor little Marriachi band member had fled for his life, screaming bloody murder.
"Wha?"
Gohan decided to ignore it. Vegeta usually didn't care about trouble. He assumed it was the lag or the booze.
"Well, go on. Lead the way, halfling."
Gohan was hesitant. Vegeta was acting extremely odd. He rose in the air and flew off. Vegeta smirked and followed. Gohan didn't know that the prince had taken poor Sergio's wallet.
"Chichi?"
Goku and Marron had showed up at the hotel door. Piccolo was meditating over the rotted, thatch roof in the rain that had begun to poor down in sheets. It was rather refreshing to him, being soaked in one of nature's elements. The wind whipped his cape around but he continued to meditate with a hint of a smile on his face.
"Will you two get inside! The weather is awful out there! Where's Gohan?"
Videl, 18 and Bra had waited patiently when Bulma and Chichi had returned. They hadn't had a chance to do anything about Piccolo or Vegeta then, for they had flown off. Now they all waited in Chichi and Goku's room.
"I don't know where Gohan is, Chichi..."
Another knock came to the door. Chichi rushed over and opened it. Goten and Trunks stood on the thresh-hold, soaked as well.
"WHERE WERE YOU TWO WHEN WE NEEDED YOU?!?"
Goten and Trunks raised an eyebrow simaltaneously and stepped inside.
"We were playing video games."
Chichi slammed the door behind them and went into one of her typical hysterics.
"You mean to tell me that you didn't know anything that was was going on?!? Half the town was blown away!?!"
Goten ducked his head sheepishly.
"Well, we...we were kinda getting into the games, Mom. You know how that goes..."
"HALF...THE TOWN...WAS BLOWN...AWAY......AND YOU DIDN'T NOTICE?!?"
Bulma interjected.
"Chichi, they're just kids. Calm down."
The room was crowded and everyone was milling around restlessly. 18 couldn't shake the feeling that she was forgetting something. Marron steadily chewed on her fingernails as she sat on the edge of the bed next to Bulma.
"I'm hungry..."
"You're always hungry, Goku!", Chichi cried.
"Ah, jeez."
Another knock on the door made a few of them jump. Chichi ran over to the door and flung it open. An island native stood in front of her, grass skirt and all, rain running off his bare shoulders.
"C-can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm the local law enforcer."
"Gah! You? I mean...uh...would you like to come in?"
The native twitched his nose, making the mongoose bone peircing in his septum wiggle. He then spoke more politely, surprising Chichi with his floaty, english accent.
"That's alright. I'm just going around letting everyone know that it's best to stay inside. As you can already tell the storm outside is going to worsen and there are some crazed lunatics running around destroying everything. We're out looking for them now for questioning...just stay inside where it's safe. Cheerio!"
Chichi shut the door in a daze, obviously thrown off by what just happened. Bulma stared past Chichi and the room fell silent. Everyone had heard what was going on. Piccolo remained undetected over the roof top, but the prince of the saiyjin's was still thought to be running about.
"We have to get out of here", Bulma said.
Chichi and 18 frowned. This was suppose to be their vacation, but as usually, something always had to go wrong. Goku glanced about the room before addressing Chichi.
"So...what're we gonna do, Chichi?"
"We're going to get the hell out of here and go back home! Maybe you can find some evil villian to fight, so you can die and come back a few years later!"
"Uh...okay, Chichi."
She walked briskly past Videl and the kids and started throwing things back into her suitcase.
"I suggest you all do the same! We're going back to Hokey-Pokey International Airport, we're getting on that plane and we're leaving!!"
Everyone oblidged and scattered back to their rooms to back, fighting the wind and rain that met them at the Son's hotel room door. Silence followed with a hollow slam. Goku stood up and stretched a bit.
"Chichi?"
"What?"
"I'm hungry...."