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" Blind Date"Written By: Debs-dragon & ssj4_Vegeta Disclaimer: We dont own the DBZ crew or the concept of Perfect match. We just put them all together & came up with our own game. ^_^ Wanna play???? Chapter 2
Bulma: Ohh Vegeta how did you know I have a fetish for spandex??? Vegeta turns around slowly not sure if his ears had hear this woman right. Piccolo turned blue and dropped his microphone. Bulma stood smiling wondering what all the fuss was about and if Vegeta was going to kiss her. Piccolo having recovered enough retrieves his microphone and continues..... Piccolo: Well now I think its time we ask our love machine robot just what these two's compatibility rating is. So lets welcome the robot everyone loves...... R2-D2. * Applause * R2-D2 rolls out onto the stage and emits a series of grunts, whistles and beeps. Another robot strolls out behind him. Piccolo: Sorry ladies & gentlemen.. I nearly forgot, of course we need the translator don't we.... Audience: We do? Piccolo: Yes we do! So please make welcome Android 17.... * Silence * Seventeen: (casts a glare around the audience) I'm not really bad... I was just programmed that way. Audience member: Oh yeah sure and pigs might fly..... The door opens and Oolong flies in does a quick sweep around the audience, swoops low over Bulma & Vegeta before giving a wave and disappearing out the window. Audience member: "........" Seventeen: So shall we continue? Piccolo: Umm right so now we ask our little love droid to give us the compatibility rate for these two... R2-D2 if you would..... R2-D2: Whistle... beep...ping...doing.....whizz..... clang..... Piccolo: (waves hand) Well what did he say???? Seventeen: Whistle... beep...ping...doing.....whizz..... clang..... Piccolo: (smacks head with mike) Why me?.... Why me?..... *groan* Translation please!!! Seventeen: why didn't you say so in the first place? Vegeta: (rolls eyes) I don't believe the IQ of these imbeciles ! Can we please get on with this farce I have some serious training to get back to. Seventeen: Okay... Okay.... don't get your spandex in a spin. Geeze lover boy impatient aren't you. Vegeta raises a finger & points at 17 ready to send a fireball. Piccolo: (jumps in-between the pair) Time out guys..... lets just get to the result shall we? Plenty of time to kill each other later... Vegeta backs off and glares, Seventeen smirks and pokes out his tongue. Seventeen: Now what was the question?.... Oh yeah translation..... (whispers to Piccolo) errr one problem Piccolo: But I thought you are fluent in over 17,000 different languages. Seventeen: Oh I am..... but Droid isn't one of them. Piccolo: "......." Audience member: (jumps up ) I can translate for you. Piccolo: And who might you be sir? Audience member: My name is George Lucas. Everyone: (scratches their heads) George who? George: George Lucas... You know film writer... director... famous personality... Everyone: (still scratching heads) Huh? George: Oh forget it..... Piccolo: Umm well whoever you are can you really translate for us? George : Sure Piccolo: Well what did he say? George: well he said when is he going to get his major 50,000 service? He is in desperate need of a grease & oil change. Piccolo: I don't believe this..... Stuff the grease & oil change what did he say about the compatibility rate? George: Oh yeah that.... well he said the compatibility rate for these two is 0.0001% Vegeta: "......." Bulma: "........." Piccolo: "......." Audience: "......" Seventeen: "....." R2-D2: :) Piccolo: So what do they have in common then? R2-D2: whistle... clunk... fizzt.... clang..... Piccolo: George? George: Oh yes of course.... that means how the hell do I know I'm only programmed to come up with the percentages and spit out random numbers ... not find reasons for them... Vegeta: (glares at the droid) Tell me you warped pile of wires do you enjoy your job? R2-D2: Wheee..... fizzt...crackle... hoot... bleep...ping...pong.... clunk....whirr...beep.... ting.... dang... boing....tweet... whizz...tootle....buzz....clang... doing.... oompha ! Vegeta raises an eye brow and stares at George. Vegeta: Well? What did he say. George: He said No. Vegeta raises his palm and lines up the droid..... Vegeta: Well in that case he wont mind being sent on a trip then.... Vegeta fires an energy ball at R2-D2 and hits him with such force that he is sent spinning all the way back to the first episode. The last sound to come from said droid as he vanished was R2-D2: Tinkle..... George kindly translated this to read........ HOLY SSSSSHHHHHH #*#*#*#*#*#*#*# TTTTTTTTTTT !!!!!!! Piccolo: Oh kay..... I think we should return to the lucky couple and see just where it is they are going to go for their dream date. Bulma is looking expectantly at Piccolo and trying to get her fingers entwined with Vegetas. Vegeta is moving his hands non stop in an attempt to prevent her from doing so. Piccolo: Our lucky couple is going to a fancy uptown restaurant for a slap up meal before taking in a movie of their choice. So lets head out the front of the studio and send the pair on their way. Camera follows at the rear of the entourage as they head out down the corridor to the front of the studio. Stepping through the front doors they are greeted by a beat up looking motor bike, complete with side car and an immaculately dressed chauffeur. Piccolo: (antennae stand bolt upright) What the heck is my bike doing here? Where is the limo? Chauffeur/Krillin: Err slight problem there chief...... When I got behind the wheel I couldn't reach the pedals properly. Piccolo: (waves hand) continue.... Krillin: Well I kinda couldn't get to the brake pedal in time to make a smooth stop, but nature helped out. Piccolo: and..... Krillin: Lets just say Trees are immovable objects at times. Tow truck drives past towing what used to be a stretch limo but is now the size of a mini. Piccolo: *groan* But why my bike? Krillin: I can reach all the necessary pedals and things needed to keep us alive on it as well as carry passengers. Piccolo: Alright then, you can use my bike, just don't go putting any dents in it. Bulma: (look of horror on her face) You expect me to ride on that! Piccolo: Theres nothing wrong with my Gertrude. Everyone: Gertrude!!! Piccolo: Don't tell me that you lot don't give pet names to things. Bulma: Well I did have this old deadly treadly[1] once.... Vegeta: I know this is probably very interesting and such but I'm hungry any possibility we can get going and get something to eat? Bulma: (huffs) Sure mister high and mighty..... Krillin: Well come on guys hop on and in and we will hit the road. Bulma climbs into the side car and dons a helmet, Krillin jumps up on the seat and Vegeta climbs up behind him. Vegeta sit perplexed for a moment staring at his helmet. Krillin: Now what's wrong? Vegeta: This helmet ..... It will ruin my hair style. Krillin: (mutters) Not as much as the wind will. Vegeta: I heard that. Krillin: Lets go.... Krillin hops on the bike & kick starts it into life. Bulma hops in the sidecar and Vegeta climbs on behind Krillin. The accelerator is hit and with a cough splutter and bang the bike chugg's away amid a cloud of black smoke..... *Later* Vegeta: I knew we should have flown. Bulma its a bit late for that now. Krillin: I'm sure I can fix it guys. Krillin has lost the jacket, sleeves rolled up and is
covered in oil & grease trying to fix 'Gertrude' Bulma: Well I'm not hanging around here all day waiting for you to fix that thing I'm hungry so I will walk to the restaurant. Coming Vegeta? Bulma grabs Vegeta on the arm and starts to drag him along the street. Vegeta shrugs her off and scowling proceeds to lead the way. A short while later he stops out the front of a store with a huge golden double arch above it. Vegeta: (pushing open the doors) Here we are woman. Bulma: Errr Vegeta I don't think this is the place. Vegeta: What do you mean not the place? It is a restaurant is it not? Bulma: Err Yes. Vegeta: They sell food do they not? Bulma: Err Yes. Vegeta: So what's the problem now then? Bulma: I don't think the show exactly had Mc Donald's down as the restaurant we are supposed to be at. ~ To be continued ? ~ [1] deadly treadly.... for those thickheads out there this is slang for a push bike... :) |
