Of Lab Accidents and Wedding Jitters!
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Adult ++
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12
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1,286
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Chapter 3: The Accident
Chapter Three: The Accident
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Friday, the day that shall live in infamy; well, at least in this story.
Our lovable, if clueless, heroes had the daunting task of telling their respective lovers that tonight’s plans were going to be a tad bit delayed. Porker-Ella’s and Mary’s reaction were a mixture of hurt and anger, whereas Kozue and Mimi were indifferent. With the rocket flare of Mary-Sue, machina, the two made a break for Marty’s car and drove off as if Satan himself were behind them, just as Porker-Ella was finishing off the last of her shotgun rounds, nearly putting a hole in the car. Kozue just looked on, sighing over the procrastination and idiocy of the Y-chromosome when it came to relationships.
Class in Fic-Land went on as usual, but when Togas’ class was in session, the entire class notices that Mr. Togas was far more relaxed than he ever had been. In fact, Togas didn’t even assign homework that day, but conveniently remembered that Heath and Marty owed him a lab report. After everyone else had left, Togas explained the basic requirements of his lab and, oddly enough, thanked Marty Stu on his way to his office.
Heath stared at Marty in horror. Marty simply shrugged and stretched, preparing himself for the lab.
In the lab, the duo was busy. Well, they were trying to look busy. Heath was reading instructions from a clipboard and Marty was just dumping stuff in the cylinder and not giving a damn. The result was the mixture boiling over more that once.
“Damn! How much were we supposed to add to this thing, Marty?” Heath asked, looking over his notes and the actual results.
“You’re asking a SAYIAN about chemistry, Heath?” Marty deadpanned.
“Point taken…wait, don’t add that!” Heath screamed, trying to avert Marty’s hand from the mixture, dropping the clipboard.
“Add wha—“Marty started as he dropped the herb in the cylinder.
Marty didn’t get a chance to finish his question, as the Angst Science Hall blew up, incinerating the inside of the lab.
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When the dust settled, Marty, who was now a Super-Saiyan, was cradling the body of a living, but frightened Heath. Both men were looking a little ragged, but unhurt.
“Heath, you okay?” Marty asked, nudging the shocked form in his arms.
The pig-boy just shivered in his best friend’s arms.
“Yeah…just a little winded from the aftershock, that’s all. Thank God you can actually become a Super Saiyan, or we wouldn’t be here. ” Heath finally responded after several minutes of heavy breathing.
“You and me both, He-kun; Oh, man…we’re fucked when Togas sees the mess we made.” Marty breathed as he placed Heath on the ground. Heath managed to stand by himself, but he was still a little in shock over what had happened.
“Okay, let’s pretend that I didn’t know what happened just know and you can explain to me as to how the lab was incinerated.” Marty said.
“You added some really strange herb to the mixture. That’s what caused the explosion, Marty.” Heath explained.
“Well excuse the hell out of me if I can’t tell a piece of grass from a shrub!”
Normally, the two would have played the blame game, with Heath taking potshots at Marty’s low IQ and Marty firing energy blasts in Heath’s general direction, but Heath was starting to feel different about Marty. He just didn’t know it yet.
“Hey, hey, Marty-saru; I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just glad we’re alive.” Heath sighed, hugging his friend. Marty normally would have pushed Heath away, but he was just as happy that they survived certain death, he returned the warm gesture.
“Yeah, but Kozue will change that for us real quick. We don’t have the money to fix this place!” Marty whined, looking into Heath’s baby blue eyes.
“Who’s to say that WE did anything, Marty-saru? As far as Mr. Togas will figure it out, it was a practical joke. Remember last year when those elves were reenacting that scene from Lord of the Rings?” Heath said, batting his eyes.
Marty had caught on, a first for Saiyan-kind, “Oh, yeah…all we gotta do is come up with some half-ass explanation for the lab and haul ass out of here.”
Heath laughed and magically produced the needed lab-reports from hammerspace, “I’m already ten steps ahead of you. I did the lab last night with Mimi and P-Chan, so they gave us the answers. We just had to show up to attempt to do it.” Normally Marty would have fallen on his ass and chastised Heath for keeping such information from him, but instead, Marty decided to let it slide, jumping for joy, grabbing Heath bridal-style and twirling him around.
“If they weren’t lusting after you, I’d kiss them! Hey, even better; I’d kiss you!”
Heath blushed as Marty placed him down.
“Well?” Marty asked.
“Well, what?” Heath answered
“Can I kiss you?” Marty purred, scaring the crap out of Heath.
Heath fell over, but regained his composure and proceeded to get Marty into perfecting the lab reports without answering Marty’s questions.
Later, the two turned in the papers to a very proud, albeit suspicious Mr. Togas and then promptly hauled ass off the campus, stopping by the local cosplaying store to clean up. The two left dressed in baggy blue jeans and baseball jerseys; Heath in a Red Sox jersey and Marty in a Yankees jersey.
“Where you want to go, He-kun?” Marty asked.
“Anywhere where’s not a soul in sight.” Heath purred, indicating the ominous mountain peak in the distance.
“As you wish.” Marty remarked.
“Oh, you so funny.” Heath snorted.
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Finally! I thought we’d NEVER get to this part!
Marty: Oh, JOOOOOY.
Heath: Dude, where does she FIND these people?!
Marty: Don’t know, don’t WANNA know.
Hey! I have EARS you know!
Marty: Oh, screw you, Anon-chan! (Both characters go through the portal)
Kozue: Alright, this shit is getting annoying! Anon-chan, if you want to be in this fic, stop badgering the OCs! And for crying out loud, stop insulting me!
I wasn’t! Honest!
Kozue: (sighs in frustration) I give up.
XXXXXX
Friday, the day that shall live in infamy; well, at least in this story.
Our lovable, if clueless, heroes had the daunting task of telling their respective lovers that tonight’s plans were going to be a tad bit delayed. Porker-Ella’s and Mary’s reaction were a mixture of hurt and anger, whereas Kozue and Mimi were indifferent. With the rocket flare of Mary-Sue, machina, the two made a break for Marty’s car and drove off as if Satan himself were behind them, just as Porker-Ella was finishing off the last of her shotgun rounds, nearly putting a hole in the car. Kozue just looked on, sighing over the procrastination and idiocy of the Y-chromosome when it came to relationships.
Class in Fic-Land went on as usual, but when Togas’ class was in session, the entire class notices that Mr. Togas was far more relaxed than he ever had been. In fact, Togas didn’t even assign homework that day, but conveniently remembered that Heath and Marty owed him a lab report. After everyone else had left, Togas explained the basic requirements of his lab and, oddly enough, thanked Marty Stu on his way to his office.
Heath stared at Marty in horror. Marty simply shrugged and stretched, preparing himself for the lab.
In the lab, the duo was busy. Well, they were trying to look busy. Heath was reading instructions from a clipboard and Marty was just dumping stuff in the cylinder and not giving a damn. The result was the mixture boiling over more that once.
“Damn! How much were we supposed to add to this thing, Marty?” Heath asked, looking over his notes and the actual results.
“You’re asking a SAYIAN about chemistry, Heath?” Marty deadpanned.
“Point taken…wait, don’t add that!” Heath screamed, trying to avert Marty’s hand from the mixture, dropping the clipboard.
“Add wha—“Marty started as he dropped the herb in the cylinder.
Marty didn’t get a chance to finish his question, as the Angst Science Hall blew up, incinerating the inside of the lab.
XXXXXX
When the dust settled, Marty, who was now a Super-Saiyan, was cradling the body of a living, but frightened Heath. Both men were looking a little ragged, but unhurt.
“Heath, you okay?” Marty asked, nudging the shocked form in his arms.
The pig-boy just shivered in his best friend’s arms.
“Yeah…just a little winded from the aftershock, that’s all. Thank God you can actually become a Super Saiyan, or we wouldn’t be here. ” Heath finally responded after several minutes of heavy breathing.
“You and me both, He-kun; Oh, man…we’re fucked when Togas sees the mess we made.” Marty breathed as he placed Heath on the ground. Heath managed to stand by himself, but he was still a little in shock over what had happened.
“Okay, let’s pretend that I didn’t know what happened just know and you can explain to me as to how the lab was incinerated.” Marty said.
“You added some really strange herb to the mixture. That’s what caused the explosion, Marty.” Heath explained.
“Well excuse the hell out of me if I can’t tell a piece of grass from a shrub!”
Normally, the two would have played the blame game, with Heath taking potshots at Marty’s low IQ and Marty firing energy blasts in Heath’s general direction, but Heath was starting to feel different about Marty. He just didn’t know it yet.
“Hey, hey, Marty-saru; I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just glad we’re alive.” Heath sighed, hugging his friend. Marty normally would have pushed Heath away, but he was just as happy that they survived certain death, he returned the warm gesture.
“Yeah, but Kozue will change that for us real quick. We don’t have the money to fix this place!” Marty whined, looking into Heath’s baby blue eyes.
“Who’s to say that WE did anything, Marty-saru? As far as Mr. Togas will figure it out, it was a practical joke. Remember last year when those elves were reenacting that scene from Lord of the Rings?” Heath said, batting his eyes.
Marty had caught on, a first for Saiyan-kind, “Oh, yeah…all we gotta do is come up with some half-ass explanation for the lab and haul ass out of here.”
Heath laughed and magically produced the needed lab-reports from hammerspace, “I’m already ten steps ahead of you. I did the lab last night with Mimi and P-Chan, so they gave us the answers. We just had to show up to attempt to do it.” Normally Marty would have fallen on his ass and chastised Heath for keeping such information from him, but instead, Marty decided to let it slide, jumping for joy, grabbing Heath bridal-style and twirling him around.
“If they weren’t lusting after you, I’d kiss them! Hey, even better; I’d kiss you!”
Heath blushed as Marty placed him down.
“Well?” Marty asked.
“Well, what?” Heath answered
“Can I kiss you?” Marty purred, scaring the crap out of Heath.
Heath fell over, but regained his composure and proceeded to get Marty into perfecting the lab reports without answering Marty’s questions.
Later, the two turned in the papers to a very proud, albeit suspicious Mr. Togas and then promptly hauled ass off the campus, stopping by the local cosplaying store to clean up. The two left dressed in baggy blue jeans and baseball jerseys; Heath in a Red Sox jersey and Marty in a Yankees jersey.
“Where you want to go, He-kun?” Marty asked.
“Anywhere where’s not a soul in sight.” Heath purred, indicating the ominous mountain peak in the distance.
“As you wish.” Marty remarked.
“Oh, you so funny.” Heath snorted.
XXXXXX
Finally! I thought we’d NEVER get to this part!
Marty: Oh, JOOOOOY.
Heath: Dude, where does she FIND these people?!
Marty: Don’t know, don’t WANNA know.
Hey! I have EARS you know!
Marty: Oh, screw you, Anon-chan! (Both characters go through the portal)
Kozue: Alright, this shit is getting annoying! Anon-chan, if you want to be in this fic, stop badgering the OCs! And for crying out loud, stop insulting me!
I wasn’t! Honest!
Kozue: (sighs in frustration) I give up.