~Well, it looks like the groups are actually succeeding in finishing their tasks. The guys have almost finished their quilts…well...they’ve got a long way to go, but let’s not destroy their spirits. The girls seem to be slowing, but showing no sign of stopping. They’ll get those gutters cleaned and the lights up if it means death first.~
Meg: *panting* I don’t know…how much more or this….I….can take. *passes Lissa another bucket*
Lissa: *takes it* I know…but we’re not going to give up. That’s just what Jim and Bob want.
Meg: *nods*
Pasha: Ah! Noooo!
Other girls: o.O
Lissa: What’s wrong?
Pasha: I got stuff in my hair!
~melodramatic music~
Other girls: *gasp*
Videl: That’s it! If I find out who’s doing that, I’m gonna claw their eyes out!
Pasha: *blinks* Hell-O! I have crap….in my hair! GET IT OUT!
Lissa: Come here Pash, I’ll get it out.
Pasha: *floats over to Lissa*
Lissa: *pulls out a giant bag from her pocket*
Other girls except Meg: O.O
Pasha: How’d….you do that?
Lissa: ^.^ *rummages through stuff and pulls out a mini shampoo and spray bottle* *proceeds to clean the dirty spot*
Other girls: Oooooh!
Bulma: That’s amazing! And it wasn’t even in a capsule!
Meg: That’s cause we’re Webmistresses, we don’t need capsules.
Bulma: Oooh.
Lissa: *finishes* there, now all you have to do is increase your body temperature and your hair will be dry.
Pasha: Oh wow! Thanks ^.^ *hugs Lissa*
Lissa: ^.^ no prob. Back to work!
~half an hour later~
Bulma: YES! We’re done!
Girls: HOORAY!
Lissa: Now, let’s put those lights up!
Meg: But first, to the bathroom. Our hands are dirty and we smell like crap!
Girls: To the bathroom!
~traveling back over to the guys…~
Gero: AH!
Gohan: Now what did you do?
Gero: *shows his finger*
Gohan: Eh….ew…how the hell did you manage that one?
Gero: *shrugs*
Gohan: Well, don’t just stand there with a needle through your finger, take it out!
Gero: *jumps* ok ok! *takes it out* Oww!
Gohan: *scoffs* maybe I should take you apart since you’re obviously WORTHLESS!
Gero: No! Please master! I’ll be good….I promise…just don’t take me apart!
Gohan: Fine, just try and use your mechanical brain for once! *walks back over to his sewing station*
Goten: Am I hearing things? Was that….really Gohan?
Gokou: Nope. That was Gohan…..and he was….YELLING at someone.
~melodramatic music~
Goten: Alright already! We know it’s something dramatic, but we don’t need the music to go along with it!
Gokou: Easy son, don’t pop a vein….
Goten: *breathes*
Gokou: That’s a boy.
Trunks: Ahahaha! I’m done! And it only took me 3 hours!
Goten: Oh my God, he’s gonna hyperventilate! Get me a paper bag!
Roshi: Here.
Goten: Breath into this!
Trunks: *calms down*
Goten: Better?
Trunks: Sorta….
Goten: Good. Come on, start up again, we’re almost all done.
Trunks: *groans* I’d rather be cleaning the gutters…
Guys: *gasp*
Vejita: Boy! Never say such a thing out loud! Do you want that woman to make us do it when we get home?!
Trunks: Yeah…like a hole in my head.
Vejita: Then don’t say it again.
Other guys: yeah!
Trunks: Alright! I’m sorry…jeez.
Guys: You should be.
Gohan: You’ve been really quiet Piccolo, what’s…
Piccolo: HAH!
Gohan: Gah!
Piccolo: Look at this! LOOK!
Guys: *blinks*
Piccolo: I’m…..*holds up his quilt in triumph*…DONE! Mwahaha!
Gohan: Hey! How’d you….what the….grah! Where the hell did you learn to knit!?
Piccolo: I read the directions…..
Gohan: So did we.
Piccolo: Yeah well, I guess you guys just don’t have what it takes to accomplish the most difficult task a man can be given.
Guys: What?!
Trunks: I’ll show you! *picks up his needle and sews like crazy*
Goten: Yeah…you just wait Piccolo!
Piccolo: *kicks back and relaxes, watching everyone else knit*
~an hour later, all quilts….well I guess you could call them quilts…but anyway they’re finished, and the girls have just plugged in the lights after an hour of cursing and saying obscene things. Now, all stand back and admire their work and then wait for their “commanding officers” to check out what they’ve done~
DS Jim: Very good ladies, you managed to get both jobs done. I’m impressed.
Girls: *stare at Jim, wishing they could stab him with sharp objects or shoot laser beams from their eyes to kill him*
Pasha: *thinking* wait a minute! I can kill him! Mwahaha….I could….
Ashka: *thinking* uh….no Pashi…we’d go to jail.
Pasha: *thinking* aw man!…bummer. ~.~
Lissa: Yeah…whatever, can we play dodge ball now?
DS Jim: Dodge ball….yes we can play dodge ball now. *mumbles* but it’ll be the last game of dodge ball you’ll ever play….AHAHAHAHAHAA!
Lissa: *blinks* Excuse me?
DS Jim: *spins around* nothing!
Lissa: Sure.
DS Jim: Now, let’s go over to the boys and we’ll begin telling you the rules.
Girls: *follow Jim over to where the boys are*
Bulma: Hi guys!
Guys: Hello…
Bulma: *blinks* what’s up with your hands? Why do you have all those band-aids on ‘em?
Trunks: Long story…
Pasha: Hey, where’d these ugly dishrags come from?
Guys: DISHRAGS!
Pasha: *blinks* What? Did I say something….wrong?
Goten: These are NOT dishrags!
Pasha: Ookay…then what are they?
Guys: QUILTS!
Gokou: We had to…..knit.
Girls: Knit!?
Lissa: Oh…how terrible.
Ashka: How awful!
Meg: I feel your pain guys.
Guys: *nod*
Vejita: What’d they make you do?
Ashka: Clean the gutters.
Gokou: *faints*
Gohan: Clean the gutters?!
Pasha: Yeah. It was horrible! You have no idea how big they were…
ChiChi: Three feet wide…
Bulma: Miles long…
Videl: Filled with sand, dirt, pebbles, mud, leaves…..dog crap! And other MONSTEROUS things!
Ashka: You have no idea how awful it smelled.
Goten: Aw, it’s ok Ash, it’s all over now.
Ashka: *nods*
Pasha: Do you know what else they made us do?!
Goten: There’s more?
Pasha: Hell yes! They made us put up Christmas lights!
Vejita: *coughs* I know THAT feeling….thanks to a certain someone *eyes Meg*
Meg: Sorry, didn’t know it was so….so
Vejita: “&^\$*&%^!#^%$@(*&!^#!“
~For the convenience of younger children, what Vejita said will not be written. If you use your imaginations I’m sure you can picture what he screamed…~
Meg: YES! Exactly what I would have said!
DS Bob: Alright, now then, on with the game.
DS Jim: Right. This will probably be the most difficult game of dodge ball any of you will ever play. We like to call it capture the flag dodge ball due to the combination of different games that make it up. Oh yes, one other thing, as not to cause panic, we will pay for any medical attention you’ll need after it’s over.
Lissa: *blinks slowly* medical….attention?
Gokou: *trembles*
DS Jim: *nods* follow us.
Everyone: *follows*
DS Jim: Here you will get prepared to play. Since it’s rather later, the game will start tomorrow at noon. We will make sure you’re here promptly at 11:45 to explain the rules. Everyone understand?
Everyone: Yes.
DS Jim: Good. Dismissed!
Everyone *head towards their cabins*
~the next morning~
Pasha: *buttoning the camaflouge suit everyone was given* I don’t believe this! Capture the flag dodge ball! PIFT!
Lissa: Easy Pasha, save that anger for the battlefield.
Pasha: Heh, yeah well, we’re making a deal with those drill fu…
Lissa: Language….
Pasha: Drill sergeants …..that if we win this game, then we get to go home, there’s no way I’m gonna live like this for the next 7 days!
Lissa: Good point. And if they don’t take it….we’ll start a riot and overthrow the camp.
Meg: Excellent Idea. Let’s go girls! To the game cabin!
Piccolo: Are we ready men?
Vejita: Hell yeah. Those poor excuses of army officers are going to wish they were never born….
Gero: I don’t wanna play…
Goten: You WILL play!
Gero: No….I want Meg.
Guys…except Roshi: *facefault*
Roshi: Me either, I want my Lissa.
Piccolo: *deathly voice* Listen…if you two don’t play, then you’ll never see Meg or Melissa again because I’ll rip your spinal cords out threw your noses…DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!!
Roshi and Gero: Yes sir.
Piccolo: Good. Now let’s go!
~and so, all participating in the game head towards the cabin they were instructed to go to~
Pasha: *storms in with war paint on her face and a very angry look to go with it* ALRIGHT! Where are they?!
Ashka: *follows Pasha, in the same state* Grrrr… *cracks her knuckles as the drill sergeants walk into the room.*
Trunks and Goten: *watch Ash and Pash with fearful faces*
Trunks: *whispers* Good thing they like us….I really wouldn’t wanna be on their hate lists….if ya know what I mean.
Goten: *nods in agreement with wide eyes*
DS Bob: Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope we all slept well? If you didn’t…too bad. Hah! *ahem* Now then, all 15 of you will be engaged in CTFDB in just a…
Gokou: What does CT…uh…ABCDEFG stand for?
DS Bob: *blinks* Capture The Flag Dodge Ball.
Gokou: Right.
Lissa and Meg: *giggle*
DS Bob: The rules and what not: First of all, you will be up against our largest and most terrifying…in looks and voices…officers in this game. The teams will be even, meaning since there are 15 of you, there will be 15 against you. Of course with Sergeant Jim and I commanding them.
Meg: HEY! Then that’s NOT even!
Pasha: What’s the matter, can’t count big boy?!
Others: *start yelling and waving their firsts….much like a small riot would*
DS Bob: Now now…it’s totally fair.
Lissa: *scoffs* Yeah, and that would mean 20 against 2 is fair!
DS Jim: SILENCE! If you can’t hold your tongues, then it will be 100 against 15! Would you like that better?!
All: No…
DS Jim: That’s what I thought.
DS Bob: Where was I? Oh yeah, now, you’re weapons will be foam balls of many different sizes, much like regular dodge ball, but you will also be given sling shots for the smaller ones and catapults for the larger ones. Other weapons include broom handles, spatulas, and eggs.
Piccolo: What the hell kind of game is this?!
DS Jim: We already explained that. It’s Capture the flag dodge ball.
Piccolo: *growls*
DS Bob: Now, the object of the game will be to capture the other teams flag and you may do whatever it takes to get it. They only really important rule is whatever you do, do not kill one from the other team. Seriously maiming them is fine, but NO killing what so ever.
Pasha: Seriously maiming….hehe…that’s just fine for me *cracks her knuckles*
DS Bob: *clears his throat nervously eyeing Pasha and Ashka, but continues talking* If you’re hit by anything, then you’re dead and must report to your base. Here is your flag…..and oh, here comes the opposing team *in walks 15 very large men with tattoos…scars…and looking very creepy.* After I say go, you will go hide your flag and when you see the flare from my flare gun, the game will begin. Now….GO!
~Team DBZ and Team Mafia o.O….anyway, both teams take off to hide their flag~
Lissa: Ok, this is a good place, barricade it with rocks and sandbags! Um….we need two people to stand guard…I’d leave Roshi and Gero here, but then that’s like just asking them to take it.
Meg: Right, this is going to be hard, we need all the others to fight.
Gero: Meg! *takes her hand* Roshi and I will protect the flag!
Roshi: *nods* we won’t let a soul get passed! You can count on us!
Lissa and Meg: *look at one another*
Lissa: Can we trust them?
Meg: *pulling her hand free* I guess we’re going to have to…do you guys promise not to do anything retarded so we’ll lose?
Gero and Roshi: We promise!
Meg: Alright, you two are in charge of the flag, let nothing get passed you.
Gero and Roshi: Right! *run over and kiss Lissa and Meg’s hands*
Lissa and Meg: *cringe*
Pasha: When’s the damn flare going up….I wanna go make someone BLEED!
Ashka: Me too! The hard part is going to be NOT to kill them…
Others: ………*sweatdrop*
Bulma: Look the flare!
All: *look up and gasp*
Goten: Let’s GO!
All: *stuff balls, a spatula, some eggs, and pocket size sling shots into a tiny back pack* *grab their broom handles*
Bulma: ChiChi and I will work the catapult!
ChiChi: Right!
Lissa: Ok then, be careful!
Videl: You can count on me to find the flag. I’ve got ammo and the skills of a cat. I’ll call you over the walkie talkie when I find it!
Meg: Good luck!
Videl: *nods and takes off*
Meg: Everyone split up into partners! CHARGE!
Pasha and Ashka: MWAHAHA! *take off, ready to kill*
Trunks: o.O…well, come on Goten, let’s go!
Goten: Right! *runs off*
~15 minutes later, all have split up and gone their separate ways. Each carries a walkie talkie and can communicate with everyone. So far…everyone is still alive, though Ash and Pasha seem to be closing in on two unsuspecting soldiers~
Pasha: Look…tweedle dee and tweedle dumb…an easy kill. You take Mister Moo and I’ll take Muscles.
Ashka: Got it.
Pasha and Ashka: *separate and near in on the sitting ducks*
Mister Moo: Did you hear something?
Muscles: Yeah…sounds like it’s coming from the bushes…let’s check it out. *both search in the bushes*
Ashka: *eyes the two from a treetop and floats to the ground*
Mister Moo: *spins around and readies the slingshot*
Ashka: Eek…they heard me. *holds up her broom handle and growls* BRING IT ON!
Mister Moo: Ready to die, gorgeous?
Ashka: Take your best shot.
Mister Moo: *shoots 4 balls at Ash*
Ashka: *spins her broom handle all fancy like, blocking each ball* Eep! *jumps back* close one.
Mister Moo: Ooh…so you’re fancy with a broom handle…let’s see how good you are against me! *rushes at Ash, raising his broom handle above his head*
Muscles: *grabs for Pasha’s arm but misses* Come out come out wherever you are…
Pasha: *appears behind Muscles and kicks him over* Boo.
Muscles: *stumbles over and spins around* Hey there…doll…how’s about a little one on one?
Pasha: *’s eye flare up in flames* Doll? Sure…
~Pasha and Muscles engage in battle, chucking balls and eggs at one another. A few feet away, Ashka seems to be tiring Mister Moo out…~
Ashka: HAA! *smacks Mister Moo in the head with her spatula in a vicious manner*
Mister Moo: NO! Ayye..*falls over dizzy*..holy crap….
Ashka: *pulls out the spray paint and sprays a huge yellow X on Mister Moo, marking his death* MWAHAHAHAHA! You’re dead!
Muscles: My partner! You’re friend just killed him! *swings his broom handle at Pasha’s feet*
Pasha: Good! *jumps over it* You’re next! *phases*
Muscles: Huh….hey!
Pasha: *reappears behind him*
Muscles: *spins around* nice trick, doll.
Pasha: *smirks*
Muscles: *a large egg makes connection with the back of his head* GAH! What? There’s two of you?!
Pasha copy: *disappears*
Pasha: Don’t ever call me…..doll. *spray paints a yellow X on Muscles* You’re DEAD!
Ashka: *dragging bleeding Mister Moo over* Nice job! High five!
Pasha: *high fives* ^.^ Now, both of you, go to your base!
Mister Moo and Muscles: *bruised and battered, slowly head towards their base*
Muscles: We were beaten by girls…
Mister Moo: Shut up and walk!
Pasha and Ashka: AHAHAHAHAA!
Ashka: *cackles* I love the smell of WAR in the morning!
