CL2 - Chapter 2

By Mari

Co-authored by Nikoru  

Disclaimer: DBZ is the Ó property of Akira Toriyama. Salada, Johnathan, Matilda, Malefaco, Louis, Oslow, Sassy, Shogo, The Talentini Bros. Elsa, Penelope, and Mervy are the Ó properties of Nikoru and me.

Chapter 02: We come to perform 

It was a bright sunny day in one of Chikyuu’s countrysides. Several farmers were working on the fields and tending to their crops just peacefully and happy.  

Suddenly one of them looked up at the sky and caught sight of something that he had never seen before. "Hey look up there!" shouted the farmer who saw the UFO first. 

"What the heck is that thing?" asked another farmer seeing the same thing that the first farmer saw. 

"Must been one of them fancy military planes," a third farmer assumed while scratching his head.

"Nah, ya’ll is wrong; it don’t have any wings," confirmed a fourth in overalls.

"It looks like a flying yellow submarine!" The final farmer acknowledged with bewilderment.  

As the mysterious flying object got closer, it did indeed resemble a yellow submarine with big white sails on the top and rocket thrusters on the back. There were also rows of portals lined all around the ship. 

All the farmers cleared the area as the ship landed screaming frantically that there was "gonna be an invasion!" There was a loud hissing sound as the thrusters were turned off, and "them shiny metal legs" were lowered. Next a gangplank lowered itself to the ground, and a door opened automatically. From the door appeared a lean man with bushy brown hair turning gray at the roots and a small mustache and wearing a ringmaster’s outfit. In his hand he carried what the farmers thought to be a ray gun, but was actually just a bullhorn. It was Malefaco. 

He raised the "gun" to his lips.

"Ahhh! Let’s get outa here ya’ll! He gonna shoot us!" Bellowed the fat farmer in overalls.

"Excuse me good people of Chikyuu," Malefaco pardon himself with the bullhorn. "Sorry for the intrusion, but could anyone please tell me where I can find the nearest city from here?" He asked the farmers for directions. 

All of the farmers who were still dumbfound and hiding behind a dilapidated shack, unconsciously pointed in the same direction to the location of the nearest city. 

Malefaco looked at the direction that the farmers gave him and peered off into the distance with a pair of binoculars. The city was not too far away; he could take a hovercraft to reach it. "Ah yes," he indicated and turned back to the farmers. "Thank you for your help my good men." He was gracious for the aid of the frightened men and went back into the ship but turned around abruptly. He didn’t know if there was a fairly sized landing pad for the ship in the city, and if there were it would probably require permission. It would be best to leave the ship where it was until permission was granted. After that they could move the ship closer to the location of their performances. "Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Could we perhaps just leave our ship here for awhile? I want to confirm that there’s an appropriate landing pad for my ship before I move it." He flashed a friendly smile down to the men.

"Wh-why sure y’all can there Mr. Alien Sir."

"Just don’t blast us!" Cried another on his hands and knees.

Malefaco chuckled. "Thank you very much!"

The gangplank rose back up, and Malefaco returned inside while the farmers stood with gaping jaws at the "yellow submarine." They still could not believe what they had just witnessed.

~**~

Inside the ship everyone had just finished their game of Double Donut Dunk. Everyone was covered in the melted chocolate from the jolty landing. Luckily, everyone had been wearing old smocks that took the blunt of the attack.

Oslow took a donut, broke it in half, and stuck the pieces in his mouth. "I am the dreaded mud man," he said in a spooky voice. "All fear my muddiness of doom!" Everyone fell into laughter as the mud man hovered his arms above his head and waddled across the room.

"Act your age, Oslow!" scolded his mother after she stopped laughing.

He removed the donut pieces and plopped them into his mouth.

"Hey!" shouted Salada. "You weren’t supposed to eat until the game was over!"

"I think it’s over, Salada," said Vegeta as he licked the chocolate off his fingers. "Besides, Louis and I won." He eyed the high stack of donuts off to his side.

"No way!" Salada pointed towards her stack. "Sassy and I got waaaay more."

"Did not!"

"Did too! Just count!"

Malefaco peeked into the kitchen. "Who wants to come to the city!"

The twins quickly stopped their bickering and turned around to face their uncle. "I do! I do!" they shouted in unison.

Matilda was beside Louis, rubbing the chocolate off his face with a washcloth. "You already found out where the city is?" she questioned.

"Yup. There were some nice Chikyuuians-"

"Humans," interrupted Salada.

"Sorry." Malefaco continued. "I believe they were farmers, and they showed me where the nearest city was. It’s not too far away, so we can take a hover car there."

Salada smiled. "So can we go with you?"

Matilda chuckled. "Only if you clean up first. We can’t have a show if you scare everyone off."

"You two clean up too," indicated Matilda to Louis and Oswald. "Tonight you can bring the twins out for a night on the town, but nothing too wild. Now go on, go clean up. Leave the smocks with me." She reached out and took the smocks, tossing them onto the table. Sassy and Elsa stayed behind to help Matilda clean up while the twins headed off to the bathroom.

"I’m going to wear my new outfit tonight. How about you, Vegeta?" asked Salada, still rubbing the chocolate off her face.

"Eh, I guess so. Where are we to be going when we visit the city? Is it going to be like cities on the other planets that we’ve visited?"

Salada shook her head. "I doubt it. There won’t be as wide of a variety of species on this planet. Chikyuu isn’t as advanced. They have technology, but are unaware that life exists beyond their planet."

"Then how do you know so much about them? Wouldn’t someone have to come to Chikyuu to collect this information? And if they did, wouldn’t the humans know about it?" inquired Vegeta.

"Someone did go to Chikyuu to collect this information. Although they did so incognito," explained Salada to her brother.

"Ah, the Princess." Salada twirled around and caught sight of the handsome Roku. "You are always filled with such exciting information." He bowed down.

Vegeta’s aura flew up. "We’re busy, Roku." He grabbed Salada by her arm and jerked her around the corner. Roku stayed behind, smiling and waving.

"What is your problem, Vegeta?!" Salada yanked her arm out of her brother’s grip.

"Nothing!" countered her brother. "I just don’t want us hanging around. Uncle Malefaco and Outou-san need to get to the city, and I don’t want to keep them from being late." Salada looked at Vegeta in disbelief. "Besides, I want to check out the clubs."   

Salada smirked. "Ohh, Veggie can’t wait to meet the ladies?" She nudged Vegeta in his side with her elbow. Vegeta blushed. He did have an ulterior motive; he was hoping to meet a girl on Chikyuu. Once he found out that they could go out to the city his mind went directly to thinking about girls and his chances of meeting them. "I knew it." She patted him on the back upon reaching the bathroom. "I’m gonna clean up and get dressed. You better hurry too or all the good girls will be taking." Salada closed the door, and Vegeta headed off to the bathroom he shared with his brothers.

He ran his fingers through his dark auburn tinted hair. "It’s not like I’m going to get any girls here," he thought to himself. "I never have before." He sighed upon reaching the bathroom. He locked the door and turned on the sink. Cold water trickled out of the faucet and spiraled down the drain. He took off his shirt and tossed it to the side before splashing the icy water on his messy face.

"Ahh, feels good," he thought to himself. He was a lot different then many of the people on the ship who enjoyed warm water. For some reason, cool water seemed to calm him down much more than steaming water. "Must be another reason girls don’t like me." He reached for a towel and inspected his face in the mirror, rubbing off any spots he missed.

Dousing the towel in water, he looked at himself in the mirror. "Well, it can’t be my body." He smirked as he flexed his toned muscles. "Oh well, it’s there loss."

KNOCK KNOCK! Vegeta was startled. "Yo, you done in there, Vegeta?" bellowed Louis from behind the door. "I need to get ready too. You’re not the only one who got messy."

"Yeah, yeah." He opened the door. "Sorry about that."

"No problem. I brought your new outfit to the room in case you want to wear it out tonight." He pointed to the door.

"Thank you." He waved to Louis as he closed the bedroom door.

Moments later Johnathan and Malefaco came to the city in the hover car along with Vegeta, Salada, Louis, and Oslow. The twins were wearing their new outfits they had gotten for their birthday, and Louis and Oslow were wearing their everyday attire: dress shirts, blue jeans, and tennis shoes.

When they had left the farmers were still outside inspecting the ship with their wives and children. The aliens found their amazement rather amusing. The drive through the countryside was short; the city was not far away. The group came across a large road that they followed to the city. Traffic was surprisingly small considering the planet’s population density, and they were able to reach the city without any problems or delays.

The city, however, made up for the lack of people on the roads. Everywhere they looked were people and animal like creatures. The sidewalks teemed with life ranging from mothers pushing strollers to old men sitting in the shade and checking out the teenagers shopping. Salada was busy scoping out the shops while Vegeta scoped out the teenagers.

SMACK. "Stop drooling, Vegeta," Chided Salada. "You’re going to look like that old man in the flowery shirt." She pointed to a small old man with a white beard and balding head.

"Hey ladies! Want some free lessons? The master can teach you anything!" The girls whom he was addressing whispered under their breath how creepy he was and continued with their shopping.

"I’m not that bad! Give me some credit." Vegeta crossed his arms and faced the front of the hover car.

Soon after, the hover car stopped at a near-by curb where Johnathan and Malefaco dropped off the kids. "Now you kids be careful in this city while your Uncle Malefaco and I go to the city hall to see if we can get a permit for our circus," Johnathan instructed as they got out of the hover car.

"Okay Tou-san," responded Vegeta.

"You kids have fun! We won’t be too long," Malefaco reassured as he started up the hover car.

"We will," Salada replied with a polite bow.

"Meet us back here at this corner in about go-ji," Malefaco added as he pointed to his watch.

"And try to stay out of trouble," Johnathan concluded, and the hover car took off leaving the kids behind.

"Bye Tou-san. Bye Uncle Malefaco." The kids waved to them as the blue hover car vanished into the distance.

Oslow turned around to face the twins. "So any ideas what are we going to do for fun?" He asked, scratching his head.

"I thought we could check out some of the clubs around here," Vegeta suggested.

"I don’t think we’ll be able to do that, Vegeta. Sorry," empathized Oslow.

"But, but why not?" pleaded Salada. "I wore this outfit specifically for clubbing and picking up guys at clubs!"

"We only have go-ji; that’s about five Chikyuu-ian hours," Explained Oslow with an intelligence no one thought him to have. While they stared blankly he continued. "That means that the sun will just be setting when we have to leave. And unless Chikyuu is a backwards world, I highly doubt that any clubs will be open."

The twins sighed heavily. "Could we maybe go another night? When it’s dark out and the clubs will be open?" asked Salada hopefully.

"Sure, I don’t see why not," said Louis, his brother giving a reassuring nod. "We’ll walk around the city and look for a club to visit one night after you two are done with your act. I’m sure the old man won’t mind." The four shared a good laugh before heading off to scope for good clubs.

"Where to first you two? Salada, you first," Said Louis as he pointed towards the seventeen year old princess.

"No! Don’t let her pick first," Pleaded Vegeta. "She’ll bring us shopping!"

"Calm down," Laughed Salada. "You say it as if shopping will bring about your death."

"Uh, yeah." Vegeta stared at his sister with a stern face.

"Besides, my choice was to get something to eat. I’m starving and very eager to try out Chikyuu-ian cuisine," Stated Salada.

"Yeah, I think we all are. Where to then?" Louis questioned.

The four continued walking down the streets while looking for places to eat. There were boutiques and skyscrapers everywhere, but no places to eat. After ten minutes of looking the quartet came across a small shop with tables and umbrellas in the front.

Vegeta pointed out the store. "How about there? The food smells good."

Salada sniffed the air. "I smell chocolate." She grabbed the three boys by their arms. "Lets go!"

"How can she smell chocolate?" questioned Oslow out loud.

"She’s Salada, Saiyan Princess of Chocolate and Chocolate related products," chuckled Louis.

"Ohhhh, look at all the choices," Salada gawked in awe. "I want one of everything!"

"Try to pick out only a few things, Salada. We didn’t bring too much credits with us," indicated Louis.

"Okay," she sighed disappointedly.

Fortunately, the line was long enough to give the Saiyans and their adopted brothers enough time to chose what to eat. Vegeta was the first to go. "I’ll have a large French fry and a hot dog, please."

"Oh my God! They eat dogs here? That’s so cruel and inhuman!" whined Salada.

"Uh, ma’am. They’re made of beef. We don’t cook with puppies," explained the cashier.

"Oh." Salada blushed. "Are the hamburgers made of dog?"

"No ma’am, no dog in anything." The clerk was becoming annoyed by the girl’s questions. A thought popped into his head and he glanced at his calendar. It was food inspection season; maybe she was the food inspector.

"I’ll have a hamburger then, I guess," Salada decided.

The cashier became very genial. "Why don’t I get you one of everything, ma’am?" He shouted back to the cooks. "Hey! Joe! Get me one of everything. Make it our best!" He winked back to the cook who smiled and returned to the cooking.

"Sir," interrupted Louis. "I don’t think we have enough money for that."

"It’s on the house!" beamed the cashier as he began handing over trays brimming with food. The twin’s eyes lit up. Ten trays later they left the cashier stand and went to sit down at an empty table.

Vegeta overlooked the spoils. "Salada, I don’t know what you did to get all of this for free, but I love you!" He glomped his sister, almost knocking her out of her seat.

"It must be my good looks," bragged the Princess. "Ohhh! Chocolate!!" Salada lunged for the chocolate sundae, and everyone backed off. Vegeta went for the meat, and the brothers attacked the fried goods.

"MMM, this is delicious," said Oslow with a mouth full of food.

"Oh, yeah," agreed Louis.

The twins said nothing; they were too busy scarfing down their food. When they did finish, which didn’t take too long, they overlooked the mess they had created. "I guess I’ll clean this up. Salada, why don’t you go thank that guy for the food? Give my compliments to the chef," He said as he licked his lips and rubbed his belly. Lois and Oswald nodded in agreement.

As Vegeta headed over to the trash he noticed a fight going on between a teenage couple that stalled him momentarily.

"I don’t care what you say, Yamucha!! This is at least the tenth time I’ve caught you with another girl that you claim to be a friend or your sister! You don’t have any siblings! You told me you were an only child!"

"But, Bulma, babe, it’s different this time. She’s, uh, a-"

SLAP!!!!

Vegeta turned away and continued back to his previous duties. "What kind of a sleaze cheats on a woman that beautiful?" he pondered. "If I had a woman like that, I would take her as my queen and make her feel like a goddess." His train of thought was interrupted by someone who ran into him, causing the trays of trash to go flying.

"HEY! Watch where you’re going!" he exclaimed.

"Same for you, buddy-" retorted the girl on the floor, rubbing her back.

The two turned to face one another. They blushed upon sight. "I’m so sorry," they exclaimed simultaneously as Vegeta lent down to lift the blue haired girl up.

"My Kami-sama," he thought to himself, still brightly red, "She’s beautiful." He lifted her up, and the two locked looks as they stood blushing with one hand held. "This has got to be the best birthday ever."

"Oh wow he’s cute!" Bulma thought to herself as she looked at Vegeta. "I’ve never seen him around here before. I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

Vegeta was the first to break the silence. "Look, I’m sorry about that," he apologized a bit nervously.

"That’s okay, it was my fault," she returned with an apology of her own. "I didn’t look where I was going."

While Vegeta and Bulma were busy apologizing to each other, Salada was listening attentively and a thought came into her head. "So my dear brother has finally met a girl." She gave a witty grin. "She seems nice and very pretty." She continued to observe the sweet little moment. "And looks he’s blushing! How cute!" Then she gets and idea. "I think I’ll go introduce myself and see if I can help my brother before he makes a real fool out of himself." She walked towards the two blushing lovebirds.

I know what you are thinking. This isn’t the real Vegeta! He could never be nice even if he ever meets Bulma for the first time. How could you do this to the Prince of All Saiyans! I know that this is very out of character for Vegeta but need I remind you that this Vegeta was raised by a family. Come back next time on CL2 when Salada tries her best to play matchmaker for Vegeta and Bulma by inviting her and her friends to the circus.