'Gotta Catch 'Em All

Chapter 6

A/N: This was written in the Philadelphia International Airport on -26 hours of sleep. Enjoy.

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After being forced to pose for pictures under the golden arches (Bakugo laughed his ass off the entire time), Vegeta incinerated the doors to the McDonald's in a fit of rage.

The 17-year-old minimum wage worker did not look impressed.

"Hello, welcome to city McDonalds, may I take your order prease." They deadpanned.

"Hi there!" Goku chirped. "I'll have seven 4 for 4s, thirty triple pretzel baconators, twenty-seven McChickens, eight whoppers, and a vanilla frosty!" He looked to Vegeta, waiting for him to order.

"I'll have what he's having." Vegeta scowled.

"Annnnnndddddd....?" Goku teased, well aware of the other Saiyan's one guilty pleasure.

"...And a Baja Blast." Vegeta mumbled under his breath.

"Can I get a 5 dollar buck box?" Asked Midoriya hopefully. He felt like there was an empty pit in his stomach. Well, then again, it could just be the gaping wound in his abdomen. But who's to say?

"I don't see why not!" Goku replied. "After all, Vegeta's gonna use Bulma's ultra platinum double premium black credit card!"

"In that case, I'd like a happy meal." Todoroki requested.

"Me too." Said Bakugo. "But I only want the men's toy. I'm not a fucking princess."

In the meantime, Saitama was worming his way up to the counter. The offer of free food sounded like a pretty good deal to him. Maybe he should have invited Genos... ah well, you snooze you lose. He faced the cashier.

"I'll have a McDouble with fries and a coke, please."

The cashier looked at him. Then they looked at the other members of the wiener-fest that had suddenly accumulated in the McDonalds. Then they looked at the empty space where the doors used to be. For a moment, they contemplated suicide.

"Sure," they said, "your order number is three. Please tap, swipe, or insert your card here. But don't actually use the swipe because that shit never works. Also our ice cream machine is broken."

"Ah, don't worry 'bout it! It's no big deal!" Goku said as Vegeta angrily jammed his card into the insert slot.

They all sat down in a conveniently large booth in the corner of the establishment.

"Holy shit." Said Todoroki as he sat down, peeping his timeline. "Have y'all seen Drake's massive 15-inch schlong?"

"Let me fuxking see that right now." Ordered Bakugo as he ripped the iPhone XR out of Todoroki-kun's thin, attractive hands. "Damn you're right. Daddy drake is absolutely packing. He's bigger than IShowSpeed. He might even have a couple centimeters on Deku."

"Calm down baka we know you're Midoriya's bitch." Todoroki rolled his eyes, snatching his phone back.

Bakugo just crossed his arms, glaring at the two.

Vegeta leaned forward in his seat, trying his best to ignore Goku, who was tying knots in a straw. The talk of dick size caught his attention.

"You know," he said casually. "Mine is much more prestigious. I have royal blood. My phallus has the might obtained from centuries of natural selection among my race."

"Yeah, ya also have two holes, like Chi-Chi and Bulma!" Goku remarked absentmindedly, still fixated on the straw.

"Shut the fuck up, Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled, hitting Goku in the back of the head (and not the head you're thinking of). Feathers ruffled, he turned back towards the three ADULT students. "Show me your dicks."