V. The Prophecy of the Fortune Cookie

Lying on his back, Vegeta wondered why there was mirrors on the ceiling. Scrunching his eyebrows together he looked at his reflection with a sort of grim reluctance. He didn't want to face to music but...he had to admit to at least himself what was going on. Sighing in an aggressive sort of way he kicked off his shoes and waited for his woman to enter the room. She stepped out within a few minutes, her hair dripping wet, her hands holding up her towel just above her breasts. She approached her suitcase which lay on top of the dresser within their hotel room, and let her towel fall. Stiffly she pulled out some clothes and put them on. The scientist then turned to Vegeta, opening her mouth to say something, though her cut her off before she could even start. "Narcolepsy," he stated with a curt frown, "I think I have narcolepsy." Bulma closed her mouth, let her face scrunch in confusion the statement, and sit there for a moment looking like an utter buffoon before saying, "What are you talking about?" Vegeta sat up in the bed, and turned towards her. "I keep having memory lapses," he explained, "Temporary memory loss. I think I have narcolepsy." Bulma raised an eyebrow and sat down beside him, "Okaaay...um...Can you give me an example, Vegeta?" The prince growled lightly in irritation, "Today. I remember us leaving the casino, but the next thing I know I'm here." Bulma's eyebrow raised even higher, which was quite an odd expression, "Uh...ok? Vegeta, I think you get need some food in your stomach. C'mon, let's go out to eat, you haven't eaten all day."

***

He had been meditating in peace like usual, when a small noise reached his ears. Trying to ignore it and focus on the tranquility of his current situation, he concentrated more on the sounds of the waterfall in front of him. A moment later, however, someone approached the river bank. "Hey there, chap!" some person shouted. He tried his best to ignore the invader. "Hey chap!" the person repeated, "Have you seen a silver hammer? I've quite lost track of it after I've died, and I was wondering..." Piccolo finally looked down at him, "No hammer here, my friend." The pale grey character frowned and shrugged, "Ah, thanks for your help, chap. If you see it, would you send it to me? P.O. Box 1390, Harverville, North Dakota. It'd quite appreciate it. Means a great deal. Oh, be careful touching it, it loves to give the holder the HIV virus. Sort of like the Hand of Midas, eh? I hated that bloody thing. Everyone kept trying to steal it from me. I was like "No! This is for my Master!" but they just wouldn't listen." Piccolo closed his eyes and tried to focus on the waterfall once more. The man, after babbling for a bit more, finally left. The Namek was in peace once more.

That is until he realized the full extent of what the man said. "I met these funny looking chaps. Quite amusing now that I think of it," the man had said, "I don't believe they're of this world. I mean, their skin was all types of colors. There was one with red-orange, blue, and three different shades of green. Only one really looked exactly like a human." After some other non-interesting fact the man had said, "They said they hadn't seen my hammer, but the one told me his name was Cell. Interesting name, don't you think? I would feel bad about the fellow for his parents naming him that, however, that chap just didn't seem like the type to have parents, if that makes sense." More jumble, and then, "Ah well, I better get going. Got places to go, people to kill, you know..."

Piccolo's eyes snapped open and he searched the immediate area, but Maxwell was already long gone. "This," the Namek decided out loud, "is not good."

***

It was furious. Exceedingly so. "Who'ssss Anubisss??" it mocked, it's tail lashing back and forth, knocking over anyone that was in the way, "Thisss isss why I hate my job. Possstal worker my assssss, let those moronsss deliver their own messssagesss. It'sss alwaysss the messssanger that getsss killed anywayssss!" It turned around a corner and, to say the least, quite spassed (in a good way).

***

Goku and Pikkon where having a horrible time trying to find the Hell gang. If they had taken Frieza's suggestion, however, they could have possibly sent all of Goku's old enemies back to Hell already. Instead they had wandered aimlessly, and it wasn't long before Goku finally decided he was hungry, and so they stopped at a local cafe. Pikkon wasn't too pleased about the situation, but decided to try his best to work with Goku, especially so because he knew King Kai was watching over them. After Goku nearly cleared out the entire kitchen, he finally declared himself as "full" and leaned back in his chair. It was then that a disturbance came from across the street. Pikkon and Goku instantly looked over to see what it was, and both were quite surprised to see an eight-foot long snake slither it's way towards them. Goku blinked, and Pikkon stared. "ANUBISSS!" it cried out with joy, whirling it's tail around to conjure a scroll. Goku stared, and Pikkon blinked.

***

They ate chinese. It wasn't all that bad at all, really. Vegeta and Trunks sure gave Bulma a bill she wouldn't soon forget, but all in all they were rather pleased. After the meal, each received a fortune cookie, as it was tradition at almost any chinese restaurant. Bulma cracked her's open, taking out the small slip of paper. She read it aloud, "Confucius says: To err is human, to rub it in, is divine." She grinned to herself and poked Trunks in the arm, "Read yours, honey." Trunks opened his cookie and pulled out the fortune, "Make a decision on something that's been too long." He blushed for a moment and put the fortune down, jamming half of his cookie into his mouth. Vegeta had already opened his when Bulma had, and he had stared unblinkingly at the small item. "What is it, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, leaning over the table, propping herself up on her elbows. "Hn," he said, tossing the fortune in her general direction. The blue-haired lady picked it up and read, "Beware the ides of March." She frowned and read it over a few times, but to her disappointment, the words did not change. "What's that mean?" Trunks asked innocently. "The ides is from the ancient Roman calendar. The ides, or ide, of March is March 15th," Bulma declared, dropping the fortune and looking up at Vegeta, "Though I have no idea why "Beware the ides of March" would be considered a fortune."