?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 
 
22 March 2007 @ 08:35 pm
I Wish You to the Cornfield, ch. 12 (DBZ)  
Title: I Wish You to the Cornfield
Fandom: Dragonball Z
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor (read that as CRACK)
Publish Date: 10/29/2002 to 1/5/2003
Disclaimer: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I do not own DBZ.



"Why are we coming back here?" Videl queried as the odd assembly followed Candyland and Kathy back into the school building.

"Practice," Kathy replied. "We’ve got a show choir rehearsal."

"Geez, how many rehearsals do you people have?" Goku asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "That thing with the instruments, the thing with the singing, and now something else?"

"Band, choir, and show choir, Goku," Candyland rolled her eyes, but since her back was to Goku, he couldn’t see it. She was usually pretty easygoing, but these guys were almost too much.

"So what exactly is this show choir thing?" Piccolo asked, looking bored.

"You’ll see," Candyland called back over her shoulder as she and Kathy disappeared into the building through a side door. The others quickly followed, and found themselves back in the hallway where the band and choir rooms were. A few people were milling around; two young men, wearing black tuxedos with black vests and blue ascots around their necks, and one girl clad in a long blue skirt under short black sequined dress that was rolled up in the front, and a blue shoulderpiece.

"Uh, we’re not gonna hafta dress like that, are we?" Krillen asked nervously.

Candyland shook her head. "Nope. But Kathy and I do. You guys can go hang out in the choir room while we get ready. And remember, don’t—"

"Blow anything up, got it," Gohan interrupted, steering his father and brother towards the door. Goten and Trunks had actually managed to behave themselves since their excursion into the author’s bedroom. That was more from the fact that they were afraid of their mothers and the teenager than anything else. Everyone was keeping a close eye on those two.

The Z senshi huddled in a corner of the room where only hours ago, ChiChi had chased a man out with a machine gun. About fifteen teenage guys were meandering around, all clad in the same outfits as the two that had been in the hallway earlier.

"I wonder if they expect us to wear stuff like that," Vegeta growled.

"I hope not," Trunks added, imitating his father’s stance and facial expression perfectly. Though Vegeta never would have admitted it, at that moment, he was pretty darn proud of his son.

"Those dresses are just lovely," ChiChi sighed as one girl walked in wearing the blue and black ensemble. "I wonder what exactly a show choir is."

A short kid with light hair and glasses wandered over, and stopped to gape in amazement when he saw Vegeta. Then, without warning, he leaned over and began petting Vegeta’s hair. "Oh my gawd! I love your hair! How do you get it to stay like that?"

Goku grinned. "Well, we use Super Anti-Gravity Stuff hair products."

Vegeta, however, was not amused. Vegeta did not like being petted. Vegeta proceeded to hold out a hand and Final Flash the pest into another dimension. So Austin died again.

As the smoke cleared and the other guys in the room slowly resumed their preparations for rehearsal, Vegeta turned to his startled companions. "Don’t tell."

Ten minutes later, Candyland and Kathy reappeared, each wearing outfits identical to those of the other girls. Candyland had a pair of tan high heels in her hand. "Come on, you guys."

They all trotted up the stairs and into an auditorium, where a series of risers were set up on stage. About forty or so teenagers were wandering around in the tuxes and dresses, and maybe ten more were wandering around holding instruments. A few women were running around, fixing things and pinning costumes. They saw one adult that they recognized as the director from earlier. What was his name?

"Hey, Weber," Candyland said, jumping up onto the stage, where she sat down and buckled her shoes onto her feet. Once the footwear was secure, she jumped up again and looked around. "Hey, where is everyone? There’s nobody here!"

A dark-haired girl nearby answered. "There was something going on for student council tonight. And then there’s the usual."

"Cold and flu season sucks," Candyland sighed. "So we’re short a bunch of people?"

"Yeah, pretty much," the dark-haired girl replied.

"All right, students!" Mr. Weber called. "Get into your places for the opener and let’s see exactly how many people we’re missing."

Moments later, the count was taken. "Oh good God...we’ve got a competition next week, and everyone’s gone! Ugh..." his voice trailed off as his eyes came to rest on the Z senshi, all of whom had taken seats near the front of the auditorium. "Hey...you were the guys in choir earlier...you could fill in!"

Goku looked bewildered. "What exactly is this show choir thing?"

"Basically singing and dancing. You know, Broadway style," Weber replied with a shrug. "Once you catch on, you’ll be fine. Come on, get on stage."

There was a momentary skirmish in the audience section as Vegeta was forcibly dragged onto the stage. Once they got him up there, they waited somewhat nervously for the director to tell them where to go. Why was this happening to them?

"Okay...short guy...go dance with...Kathy," he pointed towards the edge of the stage, where the blonde girl was standing, now looking...well, horrified would have been a good word for it. And Krillen didn’t seem much happier.

"Weird-name girl...hmm...Adam," Weber pointed toward a tall, dark-haired kid leaning against the wall with his arms folded. Eighteen tossed her blonde hair and strolled over without a visible reaction.

"Huh...okay—you," he pointed at Gohan, "Sarah." Gohan ended up standing next to a petite brunette whose shoulder came up to his waist.

"Alright, spiky-hair guy," Weber gestured towards Goku. "how about...Laura." Goku bounced over to where a girl with curly dark hair was. She watched him jump up and down, and then imitated him. Both of them started jumping up and down.

Weber ignored them and continued. "Troll man...the redhead over there." Vegeta looked at the girl, sighed, and walked over. He did not look happy. This show choir thing involved dancing. And as with the flag issue that morning, the Prince of the Saiyans did NOT dance! The redheaded girl introduced herself as Sarah, and he merely grunted in reply. She looked somewhat angry.

"Okay, blue-hair girl...John." Bulma found herself partnered with a husky guy with dark hair, sideburns, and a goatee. He immediately started checking her out, much to Vegeta’s annoyance.

"Um...you," he pointed nervously at ChiChi, obviously remembering their earlier encounter. "How about...Mike?" ChiChi’s assigned partner was a tall guy with dark spiky hair, and a manner of behavior that very clearly read, ‘I am the greatest guy on the planet. Bow before me, puny mortals.’

"All right...you," he pointed at Videl. "Austin."

When she saw the kid, she stopped short. Didn’t Vegeta blow that kid up? As soon as she fell into place next to him, he began trying to hit on her. Gohan’s eyes flashed angrily from jet to emerald, as did Vegeta’s. He’d blown that pesky kid up! How the HFIL was it possible? (4)

"Tall green guy..." he pondered for a minute, then grinned. "Go with her."

Candyland and Piccolo just stared at each other. She groaned. "Weber, I hate you."

Stepping up next to the author, the Namekian growled out of the corner of his mouth, "Hey, I don’t like it any better than you do."

"Okay...purple-hair kid...Kelsey." Trunks ended up next to a slightly larger girl.

She looked down at him, wrinkled her nose in something akin to disgust, and raised her hand. "Mr. Weber, how is this kid gonna lift me?" she asked, her voice reflecting attitude galore.

"It’s just for now. Once everyone gets back, it’ll all go back to normal," Weber replied calmly before looking down at his one remaining victim...ah, stand-in. "Little spiky-hair kid...hmm...Lauren needs a partner. Why don’t you dance with Lauren?"

"Okay!" Goten bubbled, and skipped over to stand next to a thin girl with long brown hair.

With everyone in place, it was time for the rehearsal to begin.