High school (dbz fanfic)

Chapter 30

"Raditz, I need you to take this to the mall," Fasha said, handing him a sweater.

"Why?" Raditz asked before glancing down at it and wrinkling his nose at the offending item. "Well no wonder. It's hideous."

"Exactly," Fasha frowned at the sweater. "Your father obviously forgot our anniversary AGAIN and grabbed the first thing he saw, thinking it would get him out of trouble."

"Typical," Raditz snorted.

"Yes, could you be a dear and return it to the mall?" the wife of Bardock asked.

Raditz grinned. The long-haired Saiyan had just seen an announcement on TV advertising that the Victoria's Secret Angels themselves would be modeling the new spring line at the West City Mall. He had been trying to think of a reasonable excuse to go to the mall, a place he normally detested.

"Of course, Mother," he smiled before leaving.

"Wow," Fasha was stunned. "That was easier than I thought it'd be. He hates the mall."

...

Raditz was grinning ear to ear as he entered the mall. In just a short time, he would be watching the famous Victoria's Secret strut their stuff in an assortment of swimwear, sportswear, and tastefully revealing lingerie. It was a public show after all.

The eldest son of Bardock was so excited for the coming show, he bounded up the escalator rather than wait and the cuff of his jeans temporarily snagged on one of the steps and sent him crashing face-first to the floor.

...

"He's waking up!" he heard a soft voice say.

"What happened?" Raditz groaned as he opened his eyes to see several concerned girls looking at him. A pretty, green-eyed blonde was holding an ice-pack to his forehead and a hazel-eyed redhead was stroking his hair.

"You poor thing, you've been out for a whole thirty minutes," a dark-eyed brunette sighed, rubbing his shoulders.

It was then that Raditz noticed that all of the females were wearing revealing bikinis and feathery angel wings.

'Is this...Heaven?' the teenage Saiyan wondered 'When I fell...I must have sustained a fatal head injury...and now I'm in Heaven...surrounded by beautiful, bikini-clad angels...I'm not sure how I got in here, but I'm certainly not complaining!'

Raditz tried to climb to his feet, but he was stopped by the 'angels'.

"Oh, you just sit and relax," said the blonde. "You had quite an ordeal. Just look at that lump on your forehead!"

Raditz's hand flew to his forehead and he felt a walnut-sized knot just below his hairline.

"You've obviously had a serious accident," the brunette girl told him.

"I know!" the redhead, clad in a hot pink bikini, jumped to her feet. "He can watch our rehearsal!"

Raditz was about to ask what she meant by rehearsal when one of the girls began to strut as though she were on an imaginary catwalk, stopping every few seconds to pose. Before long, several other girls joined her.

'So, I'm not in Heaven,' the nineteen-year-old Saiyan sighed inwardly. 'Oh well, close enough for me.'

"Bad news, ladies," a dark-haired woman in a lavender business suit came up. "Cupid quit."

"But that'll completely ruin the finale!" cried a blonde in a royal blue bikini.

"I'm really sorry, girls," the dark-haired woman said. "But the show is in thirty minutes, there's no way we're going to find a male model in that short of a time."