(A/N: Something is WRONG with me. For I have made a self-insert with absolutely no plot what-so-ever. I just did this for fun!! My apologies to those who want to read something that has any meaning. ~_^)
Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the authoresses mentioned in this fic… except for me!! ~Hugs herself~ I like being me! It's an excuse to be crazy. Now, I also do not own DB/Z/GT --- OR anything else aside from this: The Seigo Race idea! I'm making a non-DBZ related story about it, so please don't steal the name or anything!!
The Crazy Authoresses Of DBZ
Once upon a time, there were three crazed female fanfic authors, and they were very… author-like… with… fanfics…
The first little authoress was Kittioto. She was short and timid in real life, but when approached with a key-board would mysteriously turn into a raving beast of flying keys and strange twisted ideas, many containing humorously crazy subjects and spoofs.
Green eyes and auburn hair, she's lethal with a pen/pencil or keyboard. A Seigo from the planet… Seigo, she has the ability to change her outfit, hair color, and grow wings when around… certain people… and water.
The second little authoress was Chestnut Wind. Tall and bold, she wrote many 'O adventure fanfics. A Saiyan Princess in the land of the make-believe, she also transforms into a Super Saiyan when angered, her big eyes turning aqua, and her already blonde hair bleaching madness. A temper to rival Vegeta's, she is a force to be reckoned with.
The third little authoress was Jesscheaux. A Spectronian from the planet… Spectrum… she as well beholds green eyes like Kittioto. With the amazing ability to change skin colors with her mood, she can also turn into a super being and grow wings. Another authoress with strange and creative ideas, you don't want to anger her, nor the other two…
One day these three authoresses were together, for some unknown, crazy reason, and they came across Capsule Corp., for some unknown, crazy reason.
"What are we doing here…?" Jesscheaux asked the other two authoresses.
"Beats me… but hey, I'm not complaining. We're at CAPSULE CORP., gals!!" Chestnut Wind looked up at the looming building.
"True, true." Kittioto, a woman of few words, added.
"Hmm… I think we should go in!!" Chestnut Wind, of course.
The other two authoresses nodded simultaneously and thus, they headed to the front door!
… And stared at it…!
"CW… you knock." Kittioto said flatly, glancing at her pal.
"What? WHY ME? You knock."
"No, YOU knock… did you forget? YOU suggested to go in."
CW put her hands on her hips, looking tempered. "You guys agreed!"
"FINE! I'll knock! Buncha chickens…" Jesscheaux sighed and knocked on the door.
After a few moments, they were greeted by Bulma, the blue-haired wonder.
"Hello…? Oh, you're not some of Vegeta's beer buddies… are you?"
The three authoresses exchanged quizzical glances.
"Um… n.. no. See, we're here at Capsule Corp. looking for inspiration on our new stories. Could we come in and check it out?" CW responded slyly. For they were really here to REEK HAVOC!!
"OOOOOH… you saw that tournament with Vegeta in it, didn't you?" Bulma sighed and slumped over. "It never ends… well, I guess. Come on in. We have a couple of guests though, so please don't reek any havoc."
!? *HOW DID SHE KNOW!!??? Ackness!!*
!!!!!??????? *HOW DID SHE KNOW!!!!!!!!!????? I'll BLAST their heads off!!!*
!?? *EEK! How did she know!? We're doomed!!*
"You three coming in or not?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Sure!" They all sweatdropped and let themselves in.
"Ooooooh… pretty." Kitt said automatically.
"Big and powerful." Added CW.
"Efficient and spacious." Remarked Jess. (Hope you don't mind the abbreviations, gals. ^_^**)
Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "You three don't LOOK like reporters… no camera's, no note-pads… strange. Where do you keep all your info?"
Jess smirked and tapped the side of her head. "It's all up here."
"Oh well… okay. I'm going to go help ChiChi and Lunch make dinner… try not to reek havoc."
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!!!?
!??
With that Bulma headed into the kitchen, leaving the three authoresses to discuss things with themselves.
"How does she know we're here to reek havoc!?" Jess yelped.
"That's what I want to know!!! We can't reek havoc if they're EXPECTING it!" CW hissed.
"I specialize in STEALTH!" Kitt whined at the both of them. "This isn't working!"
"Oh, really, I hadn't noticed…"
"We need a game plan." Jess spoke up once again.
"Agreed."
"Oh wait, didn't Bulma say that ChiChi and Lunch were here??" A light bulb appeared above CW's head.
"Yeah.. so?"
"You know what this means, don't you???" CW leaned in closer to the two other crazed authoresses.
"We need popcorn to watch the cat fights??"
"NO Kitt, it means that the rest of the Z Gang may be here as well! Right CW?"
"Correct!" CW nodded in confirmation.
They talked a while more before pulling out of their huddle with strangely evil grins on their faces.
"Oh LUNCH, your nails are DEVINE! Where ever did you get them done at?" Bulma gazed longingly at Lunch's perfected bright red nails.
"Don't be silly, Bulma! These are natural." Lunch continued to slice up the beef with a sharp steak knife.
"That's ABSURD! No nails are THAT perfect." ChiChi chimed in from her cooking station.
"Oh, but they are! … You're not accusing me of LYING, are you ChiChi?" Lunch stopped to look at ChiChi.
"Well, no, of course not, Lunch!" ChiChi continued with her designated station of cooking cabbage, asparagus, and carrots.
Lunch seemed happy enough with that answer and went back to her slicing duties.
"But… you know… they are really WAY too perfect to be real…" ChiChi rambled on.
"They ARE real! I can't believe you two!!" Lunch huffed and put down her duties, evacuating the room to see her hubby Tien for encouragement.
"Sheesh, what side of the bed did SHE get up on this morning?" Bulma asked ChiChi sarcastically.
ChiChi giggled quietly.
"They really are fake, I swear it."
"I agree, ChiChi."
"It's a good thing, too… I'm relieved to hear it."
"What's THAT supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing…"
Bulma gave ChiChi a stern look, but let it lay. Now was not the time for a quarrel with her fellow female friend.
Meanwhile…
"I don't UNDERSTAND! Where on EARTH are the rest of the Z dudes??" Kitt said in total aggravation and popped her head into yet another CC door room.
"They're not here, either!" Jesscheaux called from the other side of the building and across the hallway.
"Here either!" CW called from downstairs somewhere. Then, suddenly, a high pitched scream emitted from downstairs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! Hey, who're you???"
CW, the original screamer, glanced at the strange female before her.
"I'm Chestnut Wind. Who on EARTH are you!?"
*'Chestnut Wind'? What a stupid name…*
"My friends call me DD, but YOU can call me Dark Dragon."
*Dark Dragon…? What a stupid name…*
"Hey, what's goin' on down there!?!" Kittioto hollered from the upstairs hallway, soon accompanied by Jesscheaux.
"Are you in trouble!?" Jess asked worriedly.
"We're fine!" CW hollered back.
"Who's 'we'?"
Things went on like that before they all used their super-minds to all be downstairs so they didn't have to yell.
"DD! How'd you get here?" Kitt grinned and cocked her head to one side.
"That's a good question, wish I knew." DD put her hands on her hips and looked at the other three authoresses. "Quite an assembly we got here."
"You could say that…" Jess mumbled. "Hey, you seen any of the Z guys around here?"
"Uh, no… I've been wondering around this place for about five minutes is all, but I don't remember seeing any tall handsome muscular hotties.
All authoresses but DD sweatdrop.
"What…?"
"Um… nothing, nothing at all." Kittioto sweatdropped again.
"I guess we're just going to have to look har----" Jesscheaux started but left her mouth hanging open as she looked past the other three.
"What was that, Jess? Did you want to say som----" Kittioto also started but was stopped in mid-sentence as she followed Jesscheaux's gaze and looked past the other authoresses.
Large hearts formed in both of their eyes as DD and CW gave them equally confused glares.
"There's something wrong with them." DD stated flatly.
"I agree." CW stated equally flatly.
"You know, the answer lies right behind us, whatever it is."
"Yeah, I know. Why don't you look first?"
"What..? NO! YOU look first!"
"CHIIIIICKEN…"
"Shut up!"
"Booock bock bock BAAAUUUUUCKKKK!!!"
"I'LL BLAST YOUR HEAD OFF CW!!!!"
"Both of you SHUT UP!" A gruff voice bellowed from the hallway.
Yes, indeed, leaning up against a wall, was thee, one and only, incredibly handsome and oh so fine but intelligent Namek: Piccolo.
Jess and Kitt still stood there, gazing on in awe, humongous hearts covering their eyes.
*He's so fine!*
*So strikingly handsome!*
*So unique!*
*So intelligent!*
*SO GREEN!*
*SO GREEN!*
(A/N: Where ever am I going with this story??? I made this out of pure fun, so I can't say whether or not new chapters will be out anytime soon. ^_^** Oh yeah, CW, DD, or Jess, if you don't want this story up I'll just take it down!! No problemo. Well, now that you've read all this.. you may as well… review. ~Grins slyly~ Oh yeah, and I'll probably wind up added more authoresses!! 'Cause I'm crazy. Stay tuned for more chapters, chicka's! Any ideas are also welcome.)
Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the authoresses mentioned in this fic… except for me!! ~Hugs herself~ I like being me! It's an excuse to be crazy. Now, I also do not own DB/Z/GT --- OR anything else aside from this: The Seigo Race idea! I'm making a non-DBZ related story about it, so please don't steal the name or anything!!
The Crazy Authoresses Of DBZ
Once upon a time, there were three crazed female fanfic authors, and they were very… author-like… with… fanfics…
The first little authoress was Kittioto. She was short and timid in real life, but when approached with a key-board would mysteriously turn into a raving beast of flying keys and strange twisted ideas, many containing humorously crazy subjects and spoofs.
Green eyes and auburn hair, she's lethal with a pen/pencil or keyboard. A Seigo from the planet… Seigo, she has the ability to change her outfit, hair color, and grow wings when around… certain people… and water.
The second little authoress was Chestnut Wind. Tall and bold, she wrote many 'O adventure fanfics. A Saiyan Princess in the land of the make-believe, she also transforms into a Super Saiyan when angered, her big eyes turning aqua, and her already blonde hair bleaching madness. A temper to rival Vegeta's, she is a force to be reckoned with.
The third little authoress was Jesscheaux. A Spectronian from the planet… Spectrum… she as well beholds green eyes like Kittioto. With the amazing ability to change skin colors with her mood, she can also turn into a super being and grow wings. Another authoress with strange and creative ideas, you don't want to anger her, nor the other two…
One day these three authoresses were together, for some unknown, crazy reason, and they came across Capsule Corp., for some unknown, crazy reason.
"What are we doing here…?" Jesscheaux asked the other two authoresses.
"Beats me… but hey, I'm not complaining. We're at CAPSULE CORP., gals!!" Chestnut Wind looked up at the looming building.
"True, true." Kittioto, a woman of few words, added.
"Hmm… I think we should go in!!" Chestnut Wind, of course.
The other two authoresses nodded simultaneously and thus, they headed to the front door!
… And stared at it…!
"CW… you knock." Kittioto said flatly, glancing at her pal.
"What? WHY ME? You knock."
"No, YOU knock… did you forget? YOU suggested to go in."
CW put her hands on her hips, looking tempered. "You guys agreed!"
"FINE! I'll knock! Buncha chickens…" Jesscheaux sighed and knocked on the door.
After a few moments, they were greeted by Bulma, the blue-haired wonder.
"Hello…? Oh, you're not some of Vegeta's beer buddies… are you?"
The three authoresses exchanged quizzical glances.
"Um… n.. no. See, we're here at Capsule Corp. looking for inspiration on our new stories. Could we come in and check it out?" CW responded slyly. For they were really here to REEK HAVOC!!
"OOOOOH… you saw that tournament with Vegeta in it, didn't you?" Bulma sighed and slumped over. "It never ends… well, I guess. Come on in. We have a couple of guests though, so please don't reek any havoc."
!? *HOW DID SHE KNOW!!??? Ackness!!*
!!!!!??????? *HOW DID SHE KNOW!!!!!!!!!????? I'll BLAST their heads off!!!*
!?? *EEK! How did she know!? We're doomed!!*
"You three coming in or not?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Sure!" They all sweatdropped and let themselves in.
"Ooooooh… pretty." Kitt said automatically.
"Big and powerful." Added CW.
"Efficient and spacious." Remarked Jess. (Hope you don't mind the abbreviations, gals. ^_^**)
Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "You three don't LOOK like reporters… no camera's, no note-pads… strange. Where do you keep all your info?"
Jess smirked and tapped the side of her head. "It's all up here."
"Oh well… okay. I'm going to go help ChiChi and Lunch make dinner… try not to reek havoc."
!?
!!!?
!??
With that Bulma headed into the kitchen, leaving the three authoresses to discuss things with themselves.
"How does she know we're here to reek havoc!?" Jess yelped.
"That's what I want to know!!! We can't reek havoc if they're EXPECTING it!" CW hissed.
"I specialize in STEALTH!" Kitt whined at the both of them. "This isn't working!"
"Oh, really, I hadn't noticed…"
"We need a game plan." Jess spoke up once again.
"Agreed."
"Oh wait, didn't Bulma say that ChiChi and Lunch were here??" A light bulb appeared above CW's head.
"Yeah.. so?"
"You know what this means, don't you???" CW leaned in closer to the two other crazed authoresses.
"We need popcorn to watch the cat fights??"
"NO Kitt, it means that the rest of the Z Gang may be here as well! Right CW?"
"Correct!" CW nodded in confirmation.
They talked a while more before pulling out of their huddle with strangely evil grins on their faces.
"Oh LUNCH, your nails are DEVINE! Where ever did you get them done at?" Bulma gazed longingly at Lunch's perfected bright red nails.
"Don't be silly, Bulma! These are natural." Lunch continued to slice up the beef with a sharp steak knife.
"That's ABSURD! No nails are THAT perfect." ChiChi chimed in from her cooking station.
"Oh, but they are! … You're not accusing me of LYING, are you ChiChi?" Lunch stopped to look at ChiChi.
"Well, no, of course not, Lunch!" ChiChi continued with her designated station of cooking cabbage, asparagus, and carrots.
Lunch seemed happy enough with that answer and went back to her slicing duties.
"But… you know… they are really WAY too perfect to be real…" ChiChi rambled on.
"They ARE real! I can't believe you two!!" Lunch huffed and put down her duties, evacuating the room to see her hubby Tien for encouragement.
"Sheesh, what side of the bed did SHE get up on this morning?" Bulma asked ChiChi sarcastically.
ChiChi giggled quietly.
"They really are fake, I swear it."
"I agree, ChiChi."
"It's a good thing, too… I'm relieved to hear it."
"What's THAT supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing…"
Bulma gave ChiChi a stern look, but let it lay. Now was not the time for a quarrel with her fellow female friend.
Meanwhile…
"I don't UNDERSTAND! Where on EARTH are the rest of the Z dudes??" Kitt said in total aggravation and popped her head into yet another CC door room.
"They're not here, either!" Jesscheaux called from the other side of the building and across the hallway.
"Here either!" CW called from downstairs somewhere. Then, suddenly, a high pitched scream emitted from downstairs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! Hey, who're you???"
CW, the original screamer, glanced at the strange female before her.
"I'm Chestnut Wind. Who on EARTH are you!?"
*'Chestnut Wind'? What a stupid name…*
"My friends call me DD, but YOU can call me Dark Dragon."
*Dark Dragon…? What a stupid name…*
"Hey, what's goin' on down there!?!" Kittioto hollered from the upstairs hallway, soon accompanied by Jesscheaux.
"Are you in trouble!?" Jess asked worriedly.
"We're fine!" CW hollered back.
"Who's 'we'?"
Things went on like that before they all used their super-minds to all be downstairs so they didn't have to yell.
"DD! How'd you get here?" Kitt grinned and cocked her head to one side.
"That's a good question, wish I knew." DD put her hands on her hips and looked at the other three authoresses. "Quite an assembly we got here."
"You could say that…" Jess mumbled. "Hey, you seen any of the Z guys around here?"
"Uh, no… I've been wondering around this place for about five minutes is all, but I don't remember seeing any tall handsome muscular hotties.
All authoresses but DD sweatdrop.
"What…?"
"Um… nothing, nothing at all." Kittioto sweatdropped again.
"I guess we're just going to have to look har----" Jesscheaux started but left her mouth hanging open as she looked past the other three.
"What was that, Jess? Did you want to say som----" Kittioto also started but was stopped in mid-sentence as she followed Jesscheaux's gaze and looked past the other authoresses.
Large hearts formed in both of their eyes as DD and CW gave them equally confused glares.
"There's something wrong with them." DD stated flatly.
"I agree." CW stated equally flatly.
"You know, the answer lies right behind us, whatever it is."
"Yeah, I know. Why don't you look first?"
"What..? NO! YOU look first!"
"CHIIIIICKEN…"
"Shut up!"
"Booock bock bock BAAAUUUUUCKKKK!!!"
"I'LL BLAST YOUR HEAD OFF CW!!!!"
"Both of you SHUT UP!" A gruff voice bellowed from the hallway.
Yes, indeed, leaning up against a wall, was thee, one and only, incredibly handsome and oh so fine but intelligent Namek: Piccolo.
Jess and Kitt still stood there, gazing on in awe, humongous hearts covering their eyes.
*He's so fine!*
*So strikingly handsome!*
*So unique!*
*So intelligent!*
*SO GREEN!*
*SO GREEN!*
(A/N: Where ever am I going with this story??? I made this out of pure fun, so I can't say whether or not new chapters will be out anytime soon. ^_^** Oh yeah, CW, DD, or Jess, if you don't want this story up I'll just take it down!! No problemo. Well, now that you've read all this.. you may as well… review. ~Grins slyly~ Oh yeah, and I'll probably wind up added more authoresses!! 'Cause I'm crazy. Stay tuned for more chapters, chicka's! Any ideas are also welcome.)