Apology
The Big Brother gang waved goodbye to Krillin as he packed up his bags and prepared to leave, bidding everyone farewell in a sad, dejected manner. The viewing audience had voted him out, and he couldn’t help but feel just a little rejected. The fact that everyone was throwing stones and random bits of food at the back of the head, and sticking up their middle fingers to him as he left didn’t help either. He bowed his head in shame, his friends hated him and he knew it. He turned to take one last look at the house, the centrepiece being Goku baring his rear end, slapping it, and shouting, “Hey look, I’m Krillin!”
Week four was now officially underway, the remaining people in the house starting to realise that the contest would soon be over. Bulma, Goku, Vegeta, Trunks, Piccolo, Gohan, and Goten were the surviving house members, after Tien, Chao-zu, and now Krillin had been booted out.
Gohan and Piccolo were standing in the middle of the corridor in the houses male dormitories, loitering, standing in the way of anyone who would want to come past. They were wearing sunglasses, leather jackets, and ripped jeans, smoking pot as usual. Goku approached the two, and went to politely push them out of the way, but both of them refused to move.
“Excuse me son, I need to go smear honey all over Vegeta’s bed so ants infest it.” Goku said to Gohan.
“I move for no man.”
“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re pretending to be a gangster” Goku started compassionately, “Now move!” The adult Saiyan punched his son extremely hard in the stomach, then threw him across the floor. He then turned to do the same to Piccolo, but didn’t bother as the Namek was slumped down on the floor consuming his daily masses of alcohol. Goku walked past the two muttering something about how kids have got no respect now days.
Upon reaching Vegeta’s bedroom, Goku whipped out the honey, and laughed as he spread it across his rivals bed, and huge goofy grin across his face. He turned to walk out of the room, when he saw a horrified Bulma standing at the exit.
“What are you doing in here?!” they both shouted at each other together, bemused as to the other’s presence.
“This is my room!” Bulma shouted back, the first to answer. Goku looked around, then realised that she was telling the truth, and Vegeta’s room was in fact down the corridor. He shook his head to try to get rid of the glazed over feeling across his eyes.
“Sorry…man, why did I spend last night with Gohan and Piccolo? I’m too drunk and stoned to see anything…”
“Oh really?” said Bulma, a conniving grin spreading across her face as she realises she now has the chance to seduce him. “I’m Chi-Chi…you want to get in bed now and make a little love?” Goku smiled, and winked, unable to focus clearly enough to tell who it was. Bulma dived randily into bed, but then noticed she was lying on something sticky. Tiny little black ants began crawling all over her as she was smothered in honey and itching badly due to the insects that were making a home of her body. “GOKU!!!” she yelled in a frenzied rage.
“I’d know that shout anywhere! You’re not Chi-Chi!” Goku yelled, grief-stricken that he almost ‘did it’ with Bulma. He then ran out of the room screaming, crying for help. He darted past Gohan who stuck out a leg to trip him up, laughing menacingly as he did so. Goku fell on the floor, and began crying. “Everyone’s being mean to me!” he screamed, tears balling down his face.
“There, there Goku, have a drink” Piccolo offered, handing over a can of 100% alcohol, waiting for Goku to drink it, then smiling. He helped the Saiyan to his feet, then the two warriors walked down the corridor, laughing and making stupid, unfunny jokes due to them being completely drunk. Gohan stood there feeling lonely, sighing depressed. Bulma came out of her bedroom though, licking her lips then blowing a kiss towards the boy. He saw her, dropped his joint to the floor, then sprant away desperately, in an effort not to be raped.
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