FIELD TRIP TWO:

I got me a car and I got me some gas

Told everybody they could kiss my ass…

- Glenn Fry

“This is Glenda Burns reporting for the eleven o’clock news. In today’s headlines, the City Police are still baffled over the increasing amount of cases involving missing children, especially, boys. Just last week alone, the Chief of Police, Son Gohan, issued a statement claiming that there has been a dramatic increase in reports coming from concerned and frightened parents. There have been no leads and the police are reluctant to point to any particular person or organization as suspects at this time. The Chief is hereby issuing out a warning to all city residents. Please have your children home by at least eight o’clock every evening. And if anyone has any leads as to who might be responsible, please do not hesitate to contact your local police. And now to the other news…”

Chief Gohan reached for the remote control and switched off the TV. Removing the dark blue hat from his dark locks, he scratched them wearily and sighed. He wasn’t sure if the news broadcast was going to do much in reducing the kidnappings, but he was at a loss as to what to do now. At, twenty-four, he was the youngest ever to be awarded such a high position in the police department. Also known as a man of few words, he relied on his records to speak for themselves. From the moment he had joined the police force at the age of seventeen, Gohan had set out to become the very best at all that he did. He wasn’t a perfectionist per se; it was just his uncompromising work ethic that seemed a bit too much for his co-officers to handle.

Needless to say, his promotion to Chief last year had not come as a major surprise to those that knew him very well. There had been some resentment from the older members of the force, many of whom had thought that his promotion had been given more to his good looks and charm than on his merits. But after a few shaky months at the start, Gohan had gradually gained the trust and respect of his fellow officers and now…everything was slowly beginning to go down the drain.

The latest disappearances of young pre-teens and teenage boys had begun again and the complaints were beginning to pile up. What were the police doing? Where were all their sons? Who the hell was responsible for this? Where were their tax dollars going to if no one was willing to help them out?

Gohan couldn’t blame them for all thinking that. He was at his wits end as it was. Most of the boys that disappeared never came back, so they had no chance of getting a first hand account of whom their kidnapper was. Secondly, there had been no reports of strange-looking men (otherwise known as sex offenders) around the vicinity either.

The boys just…vanished.

A light knock on his door caused him to mumble out a weary ‘Come in’. He braced himself and waited for the usual news. Another boy was missing.

“More bad news, Miwa?”

Officer Miwa, a young up-and-comer, eyed his superior officer with something akin to pity. His boss’s worries were palpable and the negative vibes were felt throughout the department. Saluting smartly, Miwa nodded curtly. “Good and bad, sir. There’s a lady here who has her son missing, but she has something that might help us in the investigation.”

Gohan sat upright, dark eyes now blazing with interest and excitement. “Shoot! Bring her in here! We could use all the help we can get!”

“Yes, sir!”

As Miwa excused himself to get the lady, Gohan smiled. It wasn’t much. I mean the woman could be so strained from the loss of her son that she might fabricate some story, but anything was better than not knowing at all. He placed his cap back on his head and then took it off. There was no need to be too formal. The woman might need someone to give her a sense of comfort and protection. Placing a ready smile on his face, he lifted his eyes to the door as Miwa opened it up to usher in a woman of medium-height, dressed in a simple red dress with jet-black hair that fell to her waist. Her eyes were red-rimmed from obviously crying and she held onto a clearly tear-soaked handkerchief like a lifeline. Sniffling softly, she gave a wan smile to Miwa and shuffled into the room.

Gohan rose to his feet and widened his smile. He came around his cluttered desk and bowed slightly before the woman. “Good afternoon, ma’am. Would you like to sit down?”

She pinned wary eyes on Gohan’s handsome features before accepting the offer by sitting on one of the leather chairs. She lowered her gaze to the clasped hands upon her lap all the while wringing the handkerchief into tighter knots. Gohan thought that the poor lady looked terrified and motioning for Miwa to leave them alone, he walked over to the coffee maker that stood at the corner of the room and poured some in a plastic cup.

“Here you go, ma’am. It looks like you are going to need it.” He nudged it gently into her hand, giving a small sigh of relief when she finally accepted it.

Gohan walked back to his chair and sat down on it. Placing his hands upon the table, he tried to maintain his cheerful expression. He would have to tread gently. The woman was still hurting and it wouldn’t do to go straight for the gauntlet. But, as luck would have it, it seemed like he wouldn’t have to go through the routine after all, for the woman finally opened up her mouth to speak.

“My son…” she sniffled and tightened her grip on the cup in her hand. She stared blindly into the swirling black liquid, her lips now tightening into a firm line. “He took my son, Yamcha, away from me.” She lifted her eyes to pin the now angry black depths on Gohan. Her next words chilled the young Chief to the bones, for they were completely laced with venom.

“His name was…Goku.”

~*~*~*~*~

Bulma Briefs wiped the sweat from her brow unaware of the thin line of black grease that was left in its wake across her forehead. She pushed herself from beneath the ’59 Bel Air she had been working on and staggered weakly to her feet. Taking a huge breath of air, which unfortunately was filled with the heavy smell of oil and fumes, she wiped her hands on the stained brown uniform she was dressed in.

“Lunch time.” She whistled softly beneath her breath as she dropped her wrench into the large red toolbox that had the name Poker written on its sides. “Yo! Krillen! I am clocking out for lunch!!!!!!”

The owner and head mechanic of Krillen’s Auto Shop winced at the loud yell and almost bumped his head against the hood of the Chevy truck he was working on. The bald, short and noseless man hopped off his stepping ladder and wiped his hands on a filthy rag that was stuck into the waist of his dungarees.

“You coming back for the trial runs tonight, Bulma?”

The blue-haired teen’s eyes lit up in excitement. “Are you kidding me? Of course, I will be there! I mean, Vegeta is racing tonight, right?”

Krillen nodded. “He sure is. That kid is going to be the death of me, I swear…”

Bulma tried not to look too disappointed. “He didn’t show up today?” She had been hoping to catch a glimpse of the dark-haired sullen boy that had gradually become a sort of obsession.

Krillen shook his head. “Nah, but he has to work on his car before the race tonight.” They both glanced towards the quiet red Monte Carlo that seemed to eternally wait for its driver. The owner of the race car was just as enigmatic. None of the other mechanics in the shop could ever brag of knowing the kid simply known as ‘Lightning’. He simply came into the shop every night and spent countless hours on that red car. He didn’t speak much to any one except to borrow a few tools here and there. He wasn’t an employee of Krillen’s but man…could the boy blast through a racetrack or what?

Krillen’s Auto Shop was in charge of the locally held races that took place every two months or so. Competitions were held amongst Auto Shop owners and the grand prize was plain bragging rights and the lump sum of ten thousand dollars. Krillen’s original driver had been Hayakawa, but as fate would have it, the young man had broken his leg during a freak accident on a fishing vacation. The need for a new driver had been on Krillen’s mind and he had posted up a flyer announcing the vacant position. That was where Bulma had come in.

The wild and stubborn seventeen-year old had volunteered her services, but Krillen hadn’t been so sure. Oh, it wasn’t that he hated having a girl drive around a rough track at over a hundred and twenty miles per hour, but it was her attitude towards certain things. She had no respect for anything and many of the other employees had begun to grumble at her loud mouth and lazy work ethics. Finally deciding to give the girl a chance, Krillen had entered her in the Coley 500. For the first ten laps, Bulma had been in the lead, and it looked like she was on cruise control. Unfortunately, another driver had lost control of his brakes and the collision had been nothing short of miraculous. Bulma was lucky to have escaped with only minor burns and scratches. But to the surprise of Krillen and the others, she had refused to give up racing…that was until Vegeta had showed up.

Krillen could still remember it like it was yesterday. He and Bulma had been involved in another argument over her racing capabilities, when the knock on his office door had been heard. As soon as the boy had walked into his office simply stating that he was ready to be the next driver, both Krillen and Bulma could only stare at the confident and handsome newcomer in quiet awe. Vegeta was quick to make his demands known, refusing to ride in just any car. He had struck a deal with Krillen. The owner of the auto shop would rent out a garage for Vegeta to work on his race car in exchange for becoming the next Auto Shop representative at the tracks.

That was all well and good, but Krillen had had to make sure that Vegeta was really as good as he had claimed to be. His first test had come in the next race at the Winston 400. The race was going to be extremely fast, since the tracks were short, and everyone at the auto shop had held their breaths in anticipation. What had happened on that night became the talk of the racing circuit for many months afterwards. Never had anyone seen such precision and speed on the track. Not only did Vegeta lead the entire race in laps completed, he had driven at a speed that was yet to be matched by any one else to this day. Hence, the nickname ‘Lightning’ had been bestowed upon him.

Thanks to Vegeta’s winning streak, Krillen’s Auto Shop became even more popular and was now the envy of every other shop in the area. The boy was yet to lose a race and tonight was going to be no different. Only problem was…he had still not shown up.

“He is never this late.” Bulma muttered. She would have suggested going to his house but she didn’t know where he lived. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried to be friends with the sullen boy. She had poured on the charm and had asked him out to lunch several times in order to get to know him better, but it seemed like the more time she spent with him, the lesser she knew.

Krillen snorted. “Maybe he got stuck in traffic or something that’s all. I wouldn’t worry too much about him. He will show up eventually. Now, you had better go clock out. Don’t expect me to pay you overtime.”

Bulma stuck out her tongue playfully. “You meanie! Catch you in a few.”

She walked into the female locker room, which was odd, since she was the only female that worked there. She peeled out of her clothes and stepped beneath the warm sprays of the shower.

“Aaah…that feels so good.” And humming a popular rock song, she reached for the soap and began to scrub the grime from her body.

~*~*~*~*~

“Mmm…yeah, baby…work that lather.”

“Man, she has got some fine melons there.”

“I bet they are as soft as they look…”

“Dude…you’ve never copped a feel before?”

“Say what? When did you…?’

“Last week! She was walking past…what the fuck?!”

The two men who had been staring through the small hole that separated Bulma’s shower stall from theirs, spun around quickly, one of them now holding onto his head in pain. The cold visage of the boy towering above them in their stooped positions sent them blubbering in fear.

“Oh…hey, Vegeta…buddy…”

“We didn’t mean to…”

“We were just…”

A cold ‘Get the hell out of here’ caused both men to nod in agreement without being told twice. They were older than Vegeta, but the mere presence of the boy was enough to send them into panic. Vegeta could be quite physical when he chose to be, even though the moments were quite rare. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Vegeta shook his head and spoke up loudly.

“How many times have I told you about the showers, Bulma?”

The girl jumped at the sound of the very boy she had been fantasizing about and blushed furiously. She kept forgetting about that. “Those jerks!! I swear if I get my hands on them…”

“Get the hole fixed by tonight, Bulma or you can start taking your shower someplace else.”

Bulma’s blush darkened. “Oh, please! Like you haven’t taken a peak every once in a while!”

Vegeta shrugged and began to slip into his own work clothes. “You have a beautiful body, Bulma. I will not deny that, but trust me…I have no interest in you…in that way.”

For several moments, the sounds of water running from the shower filled the tense silence and as Vegeta buttoned up his uniform, he wondered if she had passed out or killed herself. “Bulma? Are you still there?”

It was low at first, almost inaudible thanks to the water, but Vegeta soon caught the sound. She was…crying?

~ Oh, for Pete’s sake… ~

“Listen, Bulma. I didn’t mean that as a bad thing…” He stopped as the sound of hysterical laughter from the girl floated across the walls. He scowled. “What in the hell is so funny?”

Bulma rested her hands against the tiles and laughed herself silly. After all this time, thinking that she might be the one with the problem, it turned out that the boy was none other than a goddamn…

“Gay!!” she screamed rather hysterically. “I don’t fucking believe it! The great ‘Lightning’ has a thing for boys!!”

Vegeta’s growl deepened and he almost popped a button in agitation. “Shut up.” He ground out harshly. “Just shut the hell up!”

“And what if I don’t?! What if I go tell everyone that ‘Vegeta likes boooooooys’?!”

“You are crazy, you know that?” Vegeta taunted. “Go tell them if you like. See if I give a damn. Just hope you remember that if I leave this place, you all are pretty much toast. You got me, Bulma? So think about it before yapping to anyone. See you around.”

Bulma listened carefully to the sound of the door closing and once she was sure Vegeta had left, she sank to the floor of the stall and wept.

~*~*~*~*~

It was the same thing every single day and Vegeta was beginning to get tired of it. He ignored the awed looks that were given to him as he walked into his designated stall. Rescue Bulma from the ogling, drooling, sex-starved men, endure an hour of lecture from Krillen on one thing or another before getting the chance to be alone with his thoughts.

He couldn’t help smiling softly as his baby came into view. The gleaming red vehicle was like a sacred object, one to be worshipped and protected reverently. He placed his toolbox on the low shelf and walked around the race car with approving eyes.

~ The perfect machine…what the…what the hell is this?! ~

Fluttering softly against the Chevy’s window was a bright pink flyer with the words ‘CAMP SUNNYSIDE’ written on it. Fury clouded his vision as he snatched it away, hands already crumpling it into a ball. He growled and stomped out of his workspace, eyes flashing as he eyed the other mechanics in the garage.

“Okay…who is the moron that put a flyer on my car?! I thought I told everyone to stay away from my area! NOBODY touches the car!”

Bewildered glances were exchanged as everyone stopped what they had been doing. Finally, one of the men spoke up with a light shrug. “No one’s been there, Vegeta. I should know, because I was here all the time…and what flyer are you talking about?”

Vegeta tossed the ball of pink paper towards him, his anger not dissipating in the least. “So, lemme guess? The wind decided to blow the paper into the garage and straight for my car and my car, only? What in the hell kind of logic is that?!”

The man unfurled the paper. “Ah! I know this place! It’s that expensive summer camp school…”

“I don’t give a fuck what kind of a school it is!! Who put it on my car?!”

Krillen finished with the customer and had to apologize as he made his way out of his office. He walked towards the scowling teen and tried to smile. It wouldn’t do to get Vegeta upset before the race. The boy might end up quitting.

“Hey, there…now…there is no need for us to get all upset over nothing.” He cajoled as he tried to lead Vegeta towards his office. “It probably flew in as Jake said. Hey…see? There’s another one on the floor right there.” ~ Thank God. ~

He was about to pick it up, when someone else beat him to the punch. “Nice school, I heard. For all those rich boys to attend, right?”

“Bulma?! I thought you were going out to lunch?”

The girl, now dressed in casual jeans and a red shirt, shrugged and leaned against the post that separated Vegeta’s stall from Jake’s. “I will grab a bite to eat later. I just wanted to talk to Vegeta for a while.”

Vegeta snorted and walked back to his toolbox. He opened it up rather roughly and began to rummage for the necessary tools that he needed. All in all, it was a clear sign that he did not need anyone disturbing him for some stupid reason, but then again, Bulma was just as stubborn. Krillen cleared his throat. “Ah, okay. I will just go on now. You two don’t start arguing again. You both scare the customers away.”

The teens did not bother replying and knowing that his presence was no longer needed, he excused himself and went back to his tasks.

Bulma sighed and toyed with the tips of her ponytail. Vegeta had now disappeared beneath the car and she could only see his legs. “Look, I am sorry for laughing at you in the bathroom.” She began softly. “It’s just that…I mean…I didn’t know that…”

“Forget it.” Came the muffled reply.

“Vegeta…”

“Go have your lunch, Bulma. I will talk to you later. This is not a good time, okay?”

She stomped her foot in exasperation. “God, you are such a bastard sometimes, you know that, Vegeta? All I want to do is talk to you and you keep pushing me away.”

The sound of another bolt being tightened was her only answer. She cursed softly and fell to her knees, lowering her head to get a good look at the boy’s face. “Well, Colonel Asshole, here’s wishing you good luck tonight. I will be there cheering you on, so don’t flake out, okay?”

Vegeta managed a light nod in response and seeing that the boy had no plans to further the discussion, Bulma got to her feet and kicked his legs lightly. “You and that car. I swear, it could be your boyfriend. See ya later!”

Vegeta listened to her footsteps die away before letting out the breath he had been holding. Bulma was a good girl, when she wasn’t being bitchy and obnoxious. He figured she would have made a good girlfriend if he swung that way, but since he didn’t, the option was out of the question.

~ It’s not as if you have a boyfriend, either. ~

Scowling at that thought, he almost took a fingernail out as he stuck the screwdriver into the bolt. The last guy he had tried…keyword ‘tried’…dating had been some loser from school. To the rest of the student body, though, he was some kind of god or something. How Vegeta had gotten into bed with the high school jock extraordinaire was still a mystery to him.

~ Oh, yeah…we were drunk that night. Some dumb party and then… ~

And then Mr. Popular had been too smashed to drive home forcing Vegeta to be the designated driver. The car hadn’t gotten very far that night, as the dumb jock had puked his dinner all over the backseat of his recently bought vehicle. Cars to Vegeta were like drugs to a junkie. Addictive and potent. He had stopped the car and had almost thrown the boy out of the vehicle, when the puke somehow ended up on his shirt as well. Vegeta knew that he couldn’t go home looking like that and so he had done the only alternative possible…rented a motel room.

Apparently, Mr. Popular, was not all that he appeared to be. For on that night, Vegeta officially lost his precious virginity. God, had that experience stunk! They had both sworn not to tell any other person about it and so began their ‘on again, off again’ relationship.

With a light grunt, he pushed himself away from the car and got to his feet. From his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of Krillen talking to some taller guy with hair that seemed to spike in all directions. Not really caring much about Krillen or his guest, he hummed softly and began to work on his car’s engine. It was a new one and it would be powerful enough to last him throughout the race tonight. He smirked at the thought of the speed he was bound to accomplish tonight. His nerves thrummed with anticipation and he could hardly wait.

Light laughter caused him to turn his head around. It was Krillen and that mystery guy again. All that Vegeta could make out was that the guy was well built and looked pretty strong. Broad shoulders were encased in a black leather jacket and lean hips were fitted into blue jeans that snugged the body like a second skin.

~ Cute butt…. ~ He chuckled softly to himself at his errant thought and tried to concentrate on the machine again. But there was just something about the guy that made him want to look again…and so he did.

Pretending to be interested with the contents in the trunk of the car, Vegeta could now get a clear side view of the…boy?! The kid didn’t look any older than he and from this angle, Vegeta could tell that he had dark eyes and quite handsome features.

~ He reminds me of someone… ~

The boy turned at that moment and Vegeta felt his face flush with embarrassment at having been caught staring. It didn’t help that Mystery boy smiled and waved at him, for his body now seemed frozen and unable to move. The act of smiling must have been made especially for him, for the boy’s face was transformed into one of such beauty that it took his breath away. Vegeta worried his lower lip and shook his head rapidly. Fixing a scowl on his face, he turned away and pushed himself back beneath the car. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of how alone he was and how much he needed a friend. He ‘fought’ with the engine, his movements a bit too forced and almost panic-filled. What was wrong with him? Just because he had met a cute guy after such a long while, he was suddenly all flustered?

~ I need to get laid soon and fast. ~

Krillen’s voice broke through the silence. “Hey, Vegeta. You got a minute?”

~ No. ~ He stopped his work and eyed the two pairs of feet. One he knew belonged to Krillen, the other...

~ Oh, God, no! ~

“Uuh…Vegeta? Did you die under there?”

“Maybe we should come back some other time.” It was the boy’s voice and Vegeta felt a strange warmth flow down his spine at how smooth and almost silky it sounded. A warmth that flowed right down to his nether regions causing a dull ache to suddenly begin. Great! There was no way in hell he was coming out now. He wasn’t even sure he could walk!

Krillen made a sound of exasperation and fell to his knees to glare at Vegeta. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want me to…?”

“Hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to come out.” The boy was now beside Krillen and thankful for the slight darkness, Vegeta blushed furiously at how close the boy was to his thighs. Closing his legs quickly, Vegeta pushed himself away from them and stood up rather unsteadily at the other side of the car. He tried to glare, but the telltale spots of color on his cheeks didn’t help his cause.

“What…” he cleared his throat and tried again. “What do you guys want?”

Krillen and the boy got to their feet. The boy was still smiling and Krillen looked upset. “You are going to have an understudy or apprentice or whatever they call those people, Vegeta.” He announced coldly. “And I don’t want to hear some dumb ol’ argument from you, either!”

Vegeta, who had carefully kept his eyes trained on the hood of the car, sputtered and pinned angry and yet confused eyes on the head mechanic. “What the…? What do I need an apprentice for?!”

Krillen shrugged. “What if something happened to you? What if you broke a leg or died…not that I wish any of that for you, but you get the idea. How the hell am I supposed to compensate for my loss, huh? I need a backup! And this guy…”he pointed to the spiky-haired boy. “Will be your replacement. Until then, you are going to teach him everything you know about cars and racing, got it?”

Vegeta growled. “You can’t do this to me. I will quit this fucking auto shop and go race for someone else!”

“Suit yourself, Vegeta.” Krillen replied smugly. “Goku here will be more than willing to fill your position. Isn’t that, right?”

Goku laughed and scratched the back of his head lightly. “Ah…no…I don’t think I could ever be as good as Vegeta. Your track record is simply amazing. I would be so honored if I could just be under your…”

“You don’t need to kiss up to him, Goku.” Krillen interrupted. “It might go to his ego-inflated brain.”

Vegeta was sure he was in some bad B movie, for the conversation swirled around his tumultuous mind. An apprentice? Someone to replace him? What the hell had happened to Krillen? He had been under the impression that his presence here was special enough. He had taken his invincibility on the tracks for granted. Never in a million years had he entered the thought of ever having a major injury that would disable him or take his life.

“So, Vegeta? What do you say? Not that what you say will make any difference.”

Vegeta’s hand tightened on the wrench he had in his hand, the insane urge to throw it at the smiling boy’s face quite obvious. He grit his teeth and finally grated out. “I don’t really care.”

Krillen seemed elated at the comment. “Wonderful! See, Goku? I told you he would agree? Now why don’t I leave you two boys to get acquainted, hmm? I am sure you two will have a loooot to talk about. Have fun!” And patting Goku’s shoulders in parting, Krillen made himself scarce.

The silence that fell between the two boys was extremely tense. Goku shuffled his feet and stared at the floor, not really knowing what to say. Vegeta was still glaring angrily at him and Goku couldn’t help blushing a bit at the intense gaze. Finally clearing his throat, he laughed softly and asked.

“A Chevy Monte Carlo, right? Pretty fast car…”

“That’s why it’s a race car, dum…” Vegeta snapped his mouth closed at the insult he had been ready to blurt out.

However, Goku’s next actions caused that little act of politeness to fly out the window. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked in a voice that was laced with ice.

Goku blinked and stared at the thunderous expression with bewildered eyes. His hands were still on the hood of the car and he couldn’t make out for the life of him why Vegeta was so upset.

“I was just looking at your engine…”

“Get your hands off my car.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Get your goddamn hands off my car or I swear you will find them on the floor!!”

“Whoa, there. Okay, okay…they are off.” Goku shifted away from the car as if it had suddenly grown tentacles. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to touch…”

“Some simple rules you have to follow, Goku.” Vegeta snapped coldly. “The most important one of them all - Nobody and I mean, nobody, touches the car besides me, do you understand? You might be my apprentice but you will watch whatever I do from the sidelines. Don’t ask me any dumb questions and you won’t receive any dumb answers, got it?”

Goku nodded and was about to say something, when Vegeta slid back beneath the car. Goku had to step out of the way, so as not to get hit by the shorter boy’s legs. He sighed softly and walked over to a large crate that looked empty at the corner of the stall. Sitting down on it, he placed his chin upon his hands and stared at the race car and its elusive driver with seeming nonchalance.

However, inside his mind, a slow but growing sense of worry was beginning to make itself evident. Getting Vegeta might not be as easy as he had thought after all. But then again, this boy was an enigma, one that he was determined to solve by the time he was through with this mission, if you will.

The silence was beginning to get deafening and needing to say something to break the ice, Krillen’s loud voice filled the large garage.

“Alright, boys! Let’s get our stuff moving! It’s racing time!”

Loud whoops and cheers greeted this announcement as the bald man made his way towards Vegeta’s stall. Nodding at Goku in greeting, he placed his hands on his hips and called out to the main attraction for the night.

“Yo, Spiky! You ready to burn rubber?” He asked with a light smirk.

Vegeta pushed himself away from the car and got to his feet with a matching smirk on his handsome features.

“Been ready my whole life, baldy.” He peeled out of his grimy uniform and stood now in his dark jeans and white t-shirt. Motioning for Goku to get off the crate, he slapped an arm over the older mechanic’s shoulder, the earlier animosity now gone. Racing had the tendency to do that to Vegeta.

“What the hell are we waiting for? Let’s go kick some ass.”