The next day, both families drove to the airport. “To Italy, plane number 5!” Shouted an airport employee. Chichi grabbed her two sons and Son Goku and pulled them to flight number 12. They suddenly ran into another family and all the tickets flew to the ground. “Oh, we're sorry!” Both families apologized and ran on. They finally got to the stewardess and showed her the tickets. “Welcome, oh, this is the wrong plane, you have to go to the next one!” They ran over, showed the tickets, and got on the plane.


"We'll be late!" Shouted Bulma and ran to plane number 11. She showed the flight attendant the tickets and she said: "Wrong plane, Mrs. Briefs! You have to go there!" She pointed to another. They started running again, and arrived just in time, because as they sat down the door was closing. Suddenly the plane jerked and they took off. Vegeta scanned the plane and paused."I know this hairstyle, hmm ... no ... it's a nightmare, it can't be!" Thought Vegeta and widened his eyes. Suddenly he noticed Son Goku's laughter. Vegeta jumped up and started screaming: "No, this is really a nightmare! Noooooo, help, let me out of here!" He jumped to the door and pounded on it, the door already had a few bumps while he was still screaming. a few passengers grabbed him and threw him on his seat. Vegeta was too shocked to fight back. Bulma covered his mouth and finally it was quiet again. "What is papa doing!" Trunks asked in astonishment. "We'll find out in a moment. Vegeta what's this theater about?" He sat there, took a deep breath and had his eyes wide. "Kakarott, there ... no ... get away quickly!" He stuttered. He pointed to the front rows of seats, but nobody was there. "You're only dreaming Vegeta!" Said Bulma. Vegeta looked around, but didn't see Son Goku anymore. "Where, what ...?" He got no further, because suddenly someone put his hand on Vegeta's shoulder.He was about to scream who dares to touch him when he suddenly noticed who was touching him. "Aaaaaahhhhh!" Vegeta screamed. "Vegeta what's wrong? Don't you recognize me? It's Son Goku, calm down!" Now Vegeta was calm. "Well then!" Son Goku grinned. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Bulma covered his mouth again. "Hi son Goku, are you flying to America now?" "No, we want to Italy!" "Really, that can a ...!" Bulma tore her hand away because Vegeta bit her. "Hey, you plum! You're on the wrong plane! This is going to America, hahahhha!" Vegeta laughed. “Cool, that means we're going on vacation together!” Son Goku laughed too, and patted Vegeta on the back. Vegeta froze, ran screaming to the door and pounded on it again. Son Goku grabbed him and threw him on the seat. Then he went to Chichi and told her everything. “What? We're on the wrong plane?” She jumped up and gin to the stewardess. When she came back she was pale as chalk. "Do you know where we're going, Son Goku?"" Um, nope! "He was confused.