Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Picnic ❯ The Picnic ( One-Shot )

The Picnic

 

Goku, Krillin, Bulma, Oolong, Master Roshi, and Launch are having a picnic outside in the beautiful grass on a mid-summers day. Master Roshi is cooking burgers at the grill and the rest of the gang are sitting at the table talking and waiting for their food.

 

“I'm so hungry,” Goku groaned.

 

“You better hold your horses, kid.” Bulma scolded Goku.

 

“When do we get to go swimming in the lake? I really want to go swimming in the lake.” Goku asked once more.

 

“Now seems like a good time,” Bulma said, “The old man doesn't seem to be getting done the burgers any time soon.”

 

All of the gang got into their swimsuits and headed for the lake. Bulma removed her t-shirt to reveal a tight black bikini top. Master Roshi was staring as Bulma's chest, not paying any attention whatsoever to the burgers he was cooking.

 

Launch was also wearing a bikini, this one being striped. Her bikini top revealed a sizeable amount of cleavage because it was Master Roshi who gave it to her as a gift.

 

Bulma was looking down at her bikini top, realizing that maybe it was a little too tight and that she should go inside and put on a new one. She had a pepper shaker in her hand from the table, and she headed to put it back down before she went inside to go change.

 

Launch's eyes started to tear. Her nose started to twitch. “Uhh…Master Roshi…” Launch called. “The smoke from those burning bungers on the grill are making me…ahh…ahh…”

 

Master Roshi looked down at the burgers. “Holy crap! The burgers! Hold that sneeze, Launch!”

 

Bulma had to think fast; none of the other members of the gang were paying attention to what was happening and she was the only one who could stop it. She darted towards Launch, who was about to sneeze. She hurried and placed her finger under the nose of Launch, suppressing the sneeze for the time being.

 

“Uhh…Bulma?” Krillin asked.

 

“What Krillin? What are you calling me now?!” Bulma called back.

 

“Your shoulder straps are…heh heh…” Krillin replied.

 

Bulma looked down at her shoulder straps with one hand under Launch's nose and the other holding the pepper shaker she forgot to put down. The fabric was snapping due to the tightness of the top. She had to stop her top from snapping because she did not want to give Master Roshi the pleasure.

 

Bulma swung her hand up to hold the shoulder straps down, but she forgot about the pepper shaker that was in her hand. Bulma's nose shriveled as she accidentally shook the tiny grains of pepper onto her nose. “What a terrible day…” Bulma sighed as she felt a sneeze arising from the depths of her nose.

 

“Ahh…ahhh…ACHOO!!” Bulma sneezed and her hands flew up into the air. “ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!” Bulma's uncontrollable sneezes drove the tension of her bikini top to tension that it couldn't handle.

 

Bulma's bikini top burst off of her well-sized chest.

 

Master Roshi's face turned a dead red. His nose bled all over the burgers that he was cooking.

 

The three boys who were in the lake swimming just stared as the chaos was going on onshore. Oolong and Krillin were staring at Bulma with red faces as Goku stayed clueless.

 

“Aww man,” Goku whined, “I really wanted those burgers, too…”

 

Bulma was rubbing her nose from the sneezes. She then looked down at her chest. “EEEK!” She screeched. She darted inside to prevent further embarrassment.

 

“I don't think I have to sneeze anymore!” Launch said.

 

The gang was relieved when Launch stated this. Suddenly, a wind started to blow, and Launch's hair was blown into her face, tickling her nose. Everybody was frightened.

 

“Ahh…ahh…ACHOO!” Launch sneezed, changing into her violent half.

 

“What is this? Who dressed me up in this swimsuit? You'll all pay!” Launch pulled out a machine gun and started blasting bullets all over the area.

 

Master Roshi suddenly awakened from an abrupt sleep. “W-what happened? Oh, it was just a dream. It started off pretty nice, but then it got all crazy.”

 

Then, Goku walked into Master Roshi's bedroom.

 

“Hi old timer! I just wanted to tell you that I had diarrhea and your bathroom needs to be cleaned, Oolong says that he hates you, and Bulma says that you're and ogre.”

 

Master Roshi sighed. “I hate my life…” he grumbled.