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I Wish You to the Cornfield, ch. 19 (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.

The light opened up beneath them, and the Z fighters landed in a big heap.

In the Capsule Corporation gardens.

Right where they’d started.

But the boy who had made the wish in the first place was gone. Strange...and disappointing. Most of them had desperately wanted to brutally kill the person who had subjected them to so much torture because of his wish.

As they picked themselves up, Piccolo made a comment to that effect. "That weird kid’s gone. I wonder who he was. And why did he make that stupid wish?"

"I think I might know," Bulma said, sitting down on a retaining wall that encircled a small flower bed. "Wasn’t that whole thing started as one of Candyland’s stories? I’m betting that the kid was just a character she made up to get the story started. There was nothing behind him being there. He had one purpose, and that was to make the wish."

"Sounds logical," Videl agreed, checking herself for any injuries sustained in their less-than-graceful landing.

"Well, that was an experience I never want to repeat," Krillen declared as he rubbed his aching head. Of course his head hurt—Piccolo had kind of landed on it. That was one heavy Namekian!

Eighteen nodded. "Yeah. I’m gonna go rescue Marron."

This seemed to signal that it was time for everyone to go home. But as everyone got up to leave, something very strange caught their attention.

After all, it’s pretty hard to miss the usually self-composed Son Gohan rolling around on the ground, laughing so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes.

Seconds later, the rest of the group realized the reason for this—and most had very similar reactions to what they saw. Even Piccolo was laughing to the point of hysteria.

Vegeta. The proud Prince Vegeta.

He looked...odd. To say the least.

This had ‘Candyland’s revenge’ stamped all over it. No doubt about it.

This was definitely what she’d been smirking about while she was writing. And most likely, this was also what her two friends had found so incredibly funny when they’d been reading over her shoulder.

The proud Saiyan Prince was wearing a complete hula outfit. He had a nice grass skirt and colorful leis. The outfit was very complete; Vegeta was even sporting a coconut bikini top. (AN: O_o) Yessiree, he was quite a sight. There was even a lovely flower in his hair to match the charming garlands hanging from his neck and encircling his wrists and ankles.

But Vegeta was not amused. Vegeta did not like looking like a hula dancer.

In a vain attempt to save his already-shattered pride, the Saiyan Prince turned and started to storm off towards the house. But before he got there, something else very strange happened.

Son Goku jumped to his feet. A ukulele had somehow managed to magically appear in his hands, and he miraculously knew how to play it. Sure enough, Goku started strumming away.

And suddenly, good ol’ Vegeta couldn’t keep himself from dancing.

More specifically, dancing the hula.

Actually, everybody started dancing. Except for Goku, who was still playing away happily on his ukulele, completely oblivious to Vegeta’s ever-growing rage. Vegeta was the only one who was really, really upset by this. Piccolo didn’t seem angry, only confused and somewhat annoyed. Even the stoic Eighteen looked mildly amused at the antics.

And so the dancing continued for quite some time; the music was occasionally interrupted by Vegeta, who for lack of any other options was expressing his sizable rage by bellowing every swear word he’d ever heard in every language he knew. Had Bulma been able to cease her dancing to go over and smack him upside the head with her trusty (though somewhat dented) frying pan, she probably would have.

Goten and Trunks were having a field day. For some reason, the chibis were the only two not afflicted by the strange dancing fever, and they were taking full advantage of it to get some great blackmail shots. They got a few pictures of Gohan and Videl, who just smiled at the camera; Krillen grinned broadly while Eighteen smirked; Bulma and ChiChi were equally friendly towards the photographers; Goku was just oblivious. Piccolo growled a few death threats, but seemed determined not to let the situation bother him. But that was typically Piccolo—he didn’t let much faze him. Not even being forced to dance around in a most unusual manner could make the composed Piccolo break a sweat.

Vegeta, on the other hand, began vowing many, many painful deaths to everyone, especially the shutter-happy chibis. Because of this reaction, the Saiyan Prince became their favorite target. Both knew that they would undoubtedly pay for this amusement when the strange hula spell wore off and Vegeta got them both in the gravity room. But that was at the back of their minds.

The strangest thing was that somewhere, from the sky above them, all could have sworn that they heard a very familiar laugh echoing among the clouds.

The laugh of a vindicated teenage girl.

Tags: fandom: dragonball/z, fic: i wish you to the cornfield, misc: chapter-fic

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