Chapter Text
“Alright, Lord, is everyone ready?” F.A.N.G (Now on I say “Fang” for easy sakes) asks. The sun is shining and the Beach isn’t too far from the base so the Beach is in the summer plans.
“Yes. Are you ready?” Bison asks in response. He wore a red Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and sandals. It was funny to see him in a dad look but it was not worth laughing at.
“Oh. Yes.” Fang wore a purple unbuttoned button up, clear gloves made of the same material as his clothes and purple swim trunks. He decided to keep his hat at the base in case of losing it or getting sand in it. “Let’s get going! Nyeh heh!” He laughed. He took a glimpse into the back seat to see Balrog and Ed squishing Vega in the middle. Vega done his best to look hot but being squished made him look hilarious.
“Let’s get moving as fast as we can.” Vega mumbled. Rather then his mask concealing his face, a pair of shades did.
“Why? Can’t handle your ‘brothers’ showin’ ya love?” Ed teased. “We should have a road trip.” Balrog and Ed fist bumped.
“We shouldn’t have a road trip.” Vega and Ed got to arguing.
“Shut up! I could get a head ache.” Bison, thinking more about himself then the well being of the back seat people, intervened. “Besides, Fang’s the driver- complain to him.” He grinned.
As they continued to argue, Fang continues to drive. He boils up like a tea pot, waiting to shout. “Alright, calm down! You’re like children!”
“Vega started it.” Ed responds.
“I don’t care who started it! Don’t make me turn this car around!” They all go quiet. “Good kiddies.”
TIME SKIP, BROUGHT TO YOU BY: Papa F.A.N.G
“We’re finally here.” Fang sighs. “That traffic...”
“A beautiful day, ruined by such a thing. Putas.” Vega exited flamboyantly. “Oh look. We’re not alone.”
“Of course we’re not alone! This isn’t our private beach!” Fang walked over to where Vega was standing. “Oh frikty frack.”