The Perfect Excuse
my life, Dragonball Z
One thing should be made clear from the start: I absolutely loathe travelling. I'd prefer to just stay home. Also, I should mention a recurring person who often appears in my dreams, whom I either take the role of, or who appears as a separate entity (no, it's not Lina). This person will simply be referred to as "C".

The plane was headed for Las Vegas. It was the longest, and consequently, the most boring ride of my life. I wished I wasn't so insanely bored. I wished I wasn't on the trip.

Of course, upon thinking that, the plane immediately did a nosedive and crashed into the ocean (come to think of it, there has yet to be a plane in my dreams that doesn't crash...). For some reason, I was no longer on the plane when it went down, but was hovering above it, watching it fall into the sea. I decided it would be a good idea to dive down there to make sure everyone was okay.

Maybe "dive" was a bad word. It was more of a sudden free-fall. Seems that C had separated from me, causing me to lose my ability to hover. Bellyflop into the ocean. Great fun. C followed my suit, and soon, we were both swimming down to the plane wreckage.

Ah, but fate would not have it so easy. A giant shark came out of nowhere; its jaws gaping wide open to swallow us whole. C quickly swam away from it and merged back with me, probably so as not to get eaten. I swam like mad down to the plane, and was able to make it inside before the shark got me.

However, the shark wasn't finished, and opened its mouth to swallow the plane (like I said, it was a BIG shark). However, its mouth only fit around the front part of the plane, and it couldn't swallow any more. The shark couldn't eat us, but we couldn't get out, since the front half of the plane was inside the shark's mouth.

But since I was stuck in there, I decided to check on everyone. Everyone was still okay, and were just bummed that they couldn't get to Vegas and were stuck underwater.

I made my way to another part of the plane to check on anyone else, and stumbled upon Vegeta. He was pacing back and forth, obviously upset about something (who wouldn't be in this situation?). I asked him what was wrong, and he said that he was seasick. I walked up and felt his forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever (?? Since when does having a fever have anything to do with being seasick?).

He swayed a little and collapsed on the couch. "I don't feel too good. I should go home."

This suddenly sparked an idea. If I volunteered to drive him home, it would give me the perfect excuse to get out of going on the trip!

I ran back to my parents and said, "Hey, Vegeta's not feeling well, so is it okay if I take him home? Please?" Come on, ANYTHING to get out of going on a trip! "Please? It's a good cause, isn't it?"

...I never heard their final answer, since the dream kinda ended right there. How the heck would we get off the plane, out of the water, and find a car, anyway? And where the heck is there a body of water with sharks between Michigan and Las Vegas?

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