It's not everday that you get to see two guys flying through the air as if it were normal (Oh wait...DBZ world again...never mind)
Rain was coming down in torrents, smacking Gohan in the face while Vegeta followed closely. The prince's hair was soaked but it still managed to keep it's normal appearance.
"I....I hope you had fun destroying everything on this vacation, Vegeta!", Gohan called behind him.
"Have you forgotten that it was your green buddies fault as well!", came the snide remark in return.
Gohan shut his mouth quickly and continued on the way back to their shabby resort.
"Is that everything? Trunks? Bra?"
Bulma had made sure everything was in order. She looked out the window. Vegeta still hadn't shown up yet.
"Come on kids. We're meeting everyone else at Chichi's and then we're getting out of here as soon as possible."
"What about Daddy!"
"Bra, come on, he'll be fine."
Trunks pushed his little sister out the door while she complained about how her hair was going to get messed up. Bulma grabbed the luggage and the key to the door and walked out into the storm to meet everyone.
The wind had blown them a bit of course but they made it back to where they had been staying.......to find that no one was there. Fortunately, Piccolo had remained levitating over the roof in the rain.
"Piccolo!"
One eye opened.
Vegeta ran out to where Gohan was standing and looked up.
"Namek! Where'd everyone go?"
"They left just a while ago. They're going back. I waited here as asked."
Vegeta smirked and muttered, "You're whipped."
"Come on Piccolo!", Gohan called.
The Namek's legs came uncrossed and he lowered himself out of the storm. The sun had disappeared considerably behind the clouds.
"All our stuff is gone."
"They went to the airport", Piccolo began, "they assumed that you would find your way there. We don't have much time. The police are about."
"Well isn't that just great!", Vegeta said saracastically, rain running down his face, "come on, this vacation was a bust to begin with. Damn women, always dragging us into something."
Piccolo smirked.
"Perhaps."
Through flood water and torrential downpours the DBZ family mob (minus Piccolo, Vegeta and Gohan) somehow made it to the airport, Hokey-Pokey International (it was right down the street). Of course what they hadn't realized it that planes couldn't fly in heavy rain, so they had been waiting impatiently for the very large storm to pass. Chichi paced back and forth.
"Ah, come on Chichi, Gohan's fine."
"But's it's raining so hard outside!"
Goku frowned a bit and gave up. She never saw his side of things....of course Chichi was a bit brighter than Goku, but Chichi was more paranoid than her husband would ever be. He never seemed to mind dying all the time.
Trunks and Goten sat in the uncomfortable, plastic chairs that were set out to those that were waiting. A balding man in his late 40's was sitting in front of their row. Goten gazed at the back of his head. It was like a becon or skin reflected light, like a bullseye. Trunks glanced over.
"What are you thinking?"
"Um. Nothing."
"Don't lie, you have that look on your face."
"Just shut up for a minute-"
"Remember, Chichi said not to get into trouble..."
"Bah..."
That shiny, ol' head was lookin' pretttyyyy temptin'!
"Come on you two! We're moving to the otherside of the terminal so we can be closer to the gate!"
Goten and Trunks jumped at the sound of Bulma's voice. Trunks stood up but Goten hesitated for a moment before reaching deep into his pocket.
"Come on Goten!"
"Jussa' second!"
"What are you doing?"
"SHH!"
Trunks glanced behind him to see if anyone was looking. Everyone was busy piling luggage into Goku's arms. Goten smiled to himself. He had produced a Pilot V-ball extra fine tipped pen ($1.99 at your local K-Mart, free it's a five finger discount ^_^ ) and an old brochure. Goten ripped off a piece of the brochure, scribbled something real quick and put the pen back in his pocket.
"Huh?"
Trunks looked at what he had written and shook his head.
"You're terrible."
"I know, but I guess it's better than hocking a spit ball on his head, I almost couldn't help myself", he whispered back.
Goten took the gum out of his mouth and stuck it on the note he made, reached over and non-chalantly stuck the paper to the back of the man. Goten and Trunks immediately ran to join the others.
"Eh?", the man said.
Al Gore turned around and looked finding no one behind him. He went back to reading his newspaper with a note stuck to his back that said, "I'm just a love machine."
18 frowned. She still felt like she was forgetting something. Marron sat next to Pan, Videl and Bra. Chichi continued her pacing and Bulma kept glancing out the window, trying not to show her nervousness. Goku sat in his chair and tried swinging his legs back and forth, but it just wasn't working for him. Goku turned his head quickly and stole a glance outside.
"Hey! Someone's coming!"
Chichi rushed over to Goku and Bulma jumped up.
"I sense...I sense 3 powers...yep! It's them alright!"
Goku stopped trying to swing his legs while Chichi was latched onto his arm and wept with relief. He changed his mind and began rocking back and forth. Bulma clenched her teeth.
"THIS WHOLE VACATION WAS A PIECE OF SHIT!"
The lightly populated terminal grew quiet and everyone looked to Bulma. 18 rolled her eyes.
"Well, of course it was Bulma! It's because we brought the guys along! They ruin everything, all the time!"
Goku raised an eyebrow and went back to rocking. Chichi stood up and started bickering with 18.
"This was something that Bulma and I won fair and square! You didn't have to be invited!"
"Well then! I'm leaving! I'll fly all the way back to Kame House with Marron! I don't need a plane!"
"FINE!"
18 whirled around, snatched Marron right out of her seat by the arm, dragged her out the door. No sooner had that happened the door burst back open again. The airline workers watched in amusement all the drama that was at play.
"See!", Goku cried, "I told you they were coming!"
A water drenched Piccolo, Vegeta and Gohan stumbled into the room.
"Vegeta!", Bulma raced over and doted on him, making sure he was alright. The prince shrugged it off. Chichi and Videl jumped up and did the same to Gohan. He just smiled and Piccolo stepped inside the place they had been to only a few days earlier and managed to fit his 6 foot plus frame into a little plastic chair. His throat burned and his head ached and the same went for Vegeta. The prince walked over in a huff, shrugging off Bulma and plopped down in the seat next to Piccolo. Goku turned to his left to face them.
"Wow guys! You looked trashed!"
"Shut up", the Namek and Saiyjin said in unison.
"Ah, okay!"
Goku turned back in his seat and continued rocking. Piccolo smirked and shifted in his seat so he could levitate and Vegeta.....well he just rested his chin on himself and dozed off as everyone waited (without 18 and Marron) for the rain to subside.