Disclaimer: So we don't own dragon ball z...*sniff...if only. We also don't own dragon ball gt. I'm not so sad about that one. But it had to be said.

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Summary: So Goku is a freaking kid now. The Earths gonna blow in a year. Vegeta is still a prissy snob. But that's not the worst of their problems. Piccolo and Goku have an unfortunate and unforeseeable accident. With their new bodies can they still salvage even a little hope for the future? This fiction was put under DBZ because we use the main characters from DBZ more that those of GT. But we wanted to use more of the GT time line. Two authors for this one...hehe should be fun.

A/N: The authors lilpreciousone and I walk in air tag teamed this baby.( I walk in air's name has periods instead of spaces in-between each word) We wrote this as an Adventure with the good DBZ gang. This is also our attempt at a Humor. We sat down and just took turns writing sections, not telling the other what we were writing about. It was a blast. We got so much out of this together and we'd love to share it with you!

Each author has their own sections. So just so you can tell...

The Sign for I walk in air before their sections is :D

The sign for lilpreciousone before their sections is ~*~

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Poor Attitudes Call For Drastic Measures

Chapter: One

~*~ Goku was a child. HeHe. It would be a basket full of lies to say this didn't tickle Piccolo's darker humor. An emerald hand covered his amused, slightly mocking , smile. Chi Chi had fainted straight away after hearing the unfortunate news. Goku was poking her pale cheeks. "Honey? Chi Chi? Come on babe it's not so bad," his voice reminded Piccolo of Gohan back when he was a weak brat. Mistress of the frying pans moaned. Her tired eyes barely open when the water works began. "You were already gonna outlive me Goku, but now it's just not fair!"

The many times savior of the Earth helped his wife sit up. "That's not even the half of it Chi Chi!" He said unnecessarily cheerful, "If we don't get the black star balls back within a year you won't have to worry about outliving me. The Earth'll go super nova!"

Piccolo counted on his elegant fingers how many times the woman had fainted after this last one. He grinned, white fangs glinting. "That's five Gohan. You owe me fifty Zini kid." Gohan's unwilling wallet and pockets now empty, he sighed in defeat. "I really thought she'd handle this better." he lamented.

"You should know better than to bet against me Gohan." the Namekian chortled.

:D Goku, with his tiny hand, patted his spouses trembling shoulder. "Not to worry! I'll just instant transmission. Problem solved! Then when I get back we'll use the orange dragon balls to wish me back to normal." Goku's words spread a deep reassurance in Chi Chi's subconscious. A smile imped its way onto her face. It was amazing how much Goku and Goten resembled each other. Chi Chi's downsized husband wrapped his short arms around her neck. "I'll be back in a jiffy." were his words. Piccolo and Gohan's spines felt a slithering chill of discomfort. They knew full well that Goku And Chi Chi were married, but unease engulfed them when the formal adult placed a tender kiss on the woman's lips. "Awkward," Gohan mumbled to his friend, "Really, really awkward." Piccolo scoffed, " I don't understand humans...or Saiyans for that matter." without warning, Gohan surprise attacked the Namek with a kiss on the Ol' green cheek. Piccolo stood dumbstruck. "Aargh! Gohan I'll rip your head clean off your shoulders!" Gohan put on his best cheesy face. "Ha! No you won't! Cuz I'm your friend. Your only friend. Since your not ticklish I have found a new way of torture!"

~*~ Piccolo's creeper smile took Gohan off guard and quite thoroughly pinned his confidence to the floor. "Well I'll just be taking that little 'mistake' of yours as a friendly jest." Piccolo sized up Gohan shrewdly through one appraising onyx eye, "Unless of course...you meant something entirely different my silly boy." A long Green and pink arm had managed to snake it's way around Gohan's unsuspecting waist whilst saying this. Pulling the poor young man closely to him Piccolo whispered into Gohan's pink shell of an ear, "Do you think Videl would mind?" Gohan twisted out of the evil Namkes hold with a girly yelp. The married couple, still on the floor, studied their son with questioning expressions. "I-I'll be going n-now! G-good luck Dad and have fun with that!" Gohan said quickly. Wide eyed and shaken Gohan booked it out the door and away from his green friend.

*Piccolo laughs real hard and points a clawed finger at the screen your reading off of, "That's for all you perverted freaks who ship and read ships about us being gay! Namekians are freaking Asexual and Gohan is so full of moral standards it practically drips out his ears! Well, there will be none of that in this fic I say!" Piccolo grumbles, "Nasty...bunch of...disgusting...people in this world." He glares at the author writing this section, "You even think of putting that in this fic and I'll-!" The author promises not to profusely then gets back to the fic.*

"Oh, Gohan! You don't know what your missing!" The sly one yelled after the retreating half Saiyan. Piccolo sighed, very much amused with making Gohan uncomfortable after what he'd just tried to pull. "Teach you to kiss me. Well, now that that's out of the way." Piccolo said turning to Goku, "You do remember that King Kai said wishes made by the black star dragon balls can't be undone by any of the other sets. Not Shen Long, or even Porunga can change you back!" Goku considered this with abnormal intensity, his innocent face twisting into one of concentrated thought, seeking out possible solutions. Piccolo and Chi Chi stepped back to give him the much needed space his simple mind required. They jumped when he suddenly snapped his fingers and cried triumphantly, "Then we'll use the orange star dragon balls to wish Chi Chi back to my age! We could grow up together again!" If Gohan had but stayed that short while longer he would have had to fork over another fifty Zini.

:D Chi Chi stood, her face reddening, trying to keep her head so as to avoid another intimate moment with the floor. How kind and innocent Goku was and still managed to suggest some pretty wild ideas. Well at least he wasn't acting the exact same as in his original childhood days. Goku's head used to revolve around food and fighting only. He'd acquired some room for more serious thoughts somewhere along the way in this new transformation. For this she was eternally grateful.

Before long Goku was ready to venture out into the distant parts of the universe to hunt down the dragon balls. Two index fingers raised, meeting Goku's forehead. Nothing happened. He just stood there. "Well, Goku? Whats wrong?" whimpered a confused Chi Chi. Piccolo decided to hasten Goku's departure. The Namek had seen enough fluff and emotion go around. "Get along now. Stop with the constipated faces and kick it into high gear. Go!" Piccolo said in a commanding tone. Goku grunted and began pulling his hair. Pacing back and forth. Back and forth. Sweat started to drip down the Saiyan's head.

~*~ "I can't do it!" the small Saiyan cried. "Do what? Can't do what? Leave?!" Piccolo growled, disregarding Goku's distress, "Here, I'll even help you!" Piccolo lifted Goku up by his light blue collar and looked up at the sky. "Which direction does the radar say the first ball is? I'll toss 'im halfway the crap there!" he snarled. Goku became furious. What was Piccolo's problem? Granted the Namek had always been sarcastic, grumpy, detached, and knowingly rude, but the fate of the Earth and all the lives there in were at stake. Goku may be smaller now, but he was every bit as badass as he had been older and the foot dangling parallel to the green warrior's chest could still dish out some serious shit.

After Piccolo, moaning and clutching his middle, managed to pick himself up he glared at the grinning boy. Goku put his fists up, daring the bigger man to cross the line. "If your done being an unhelpful old man I'd like to explain that I can;'t seem to use my instant transmission." Goku said. Piccolo felt stupid, and he should, the bastard. "Whatever," he huffed, "We'll just go see Bulma and get a Capsule Corp. ship." This wasn't the apology Goku wanted, but he didn't push his luck. It was already miraculous that the Namekian hadn't taken his challenge. Chi Chi would kill him if they destroyed the house. His wife showed no signs of unease though. In fact she was grinning from ear to ear. "Piccolo," she giggled, "just got his green backside handed to him by a child!" Piccolo went for the kill. Goku got in his way. Just his luck. How humiliating.

:D When they arrived at Capsule Corp. Piccolo, Goku, and Chi Chi were 'greeted' by Bulma and Vegeta. By greeted that means Bulma doing the greeting and Vegeta crossing his arms while giving his famous glare. Vegeta looked towards the miniature Saiyan with a wicked expression of mirth. "Pfffft! Oh, Kakarott don't you look...dashing!" The snot brained prince sneered just because he could. Chi Chi excused herself and headed to the kitchen for...(you can guess). Feelings of power flushed over Vegeta. He was finally taller then Goku. Oh, how he hated having to look upwards to see that face. The very face Goku made that somehow cheered everyone up except himself. Vegeta finally looked down and smirked, "Want to spar little man?" Goku graced him with an amused smile.

~*~ Piccolo snorted at Vegeta and proceeded to get comfy on a cushioned chair. He winced and massaged his bruising chest lightly. "What happened to you pond scum?" Vegeta sneered. "Him." Piccolo simply said, pointing to Goku's ever glowing smug face.

"What did you do?"

"Made a reference to his size."

At this the puffy prince paled considerably. Glancing nervously at Goku, Vegeta said, "I have things to do. Priorities." and excused himself. "Nice one Piccolo!" Goku laughed.

"AAAAAAAH! Damn you! Crazy woman!" All heads turned to the door Vegeta had just exited.

"That'll teach you to mock my husband you lout!"

Bulma snickered. "Looks like Chi Chi gave Vegeta the old frying p -," she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes getting wide, "No, Chi Chi! Stop! You'll dent my pan and that's my Paula Dean set!" The blue headed beauty rushed out into the hall, planning an intervention to her husband's beating. Piccolo looked at Goku. Goku looked at Piccolo. Both smiled simultaneously. Deep and high pitched laughter filled the Capsule Corp. living room.

:D Most everyone spent the next couple of minutes watching Bulma Pace. To and Fro. To and Fro. After being updated on the no-instant-transmission situation, Bulma had taken it upon herself the responsibility of solving it. Piccolo was tempted to comment on her annoying pacing. When the Namekian needed to think meditation was the answer. Bulma held up three dainty fingers. "We have three choices!" she said, as if trying to gain the attention of a large crowd. "First option...We do nothing." Bulma was joking. Her unexpected sarcastic suggestion created a riot. "Second!" She screamed while clenching her fist, "You take a space ship. In other words the long way." The commotion from the previous choice died down. The idea of the second seemed to be the only logical course of action. What was the third?

~*~ "Thirdly...," everyone held their breath, "...we could use our brains and just wish the black star dragon balls to earth with the orange star balls!" The collective released their pent up air. Piccolo wasn't pleased. He stood straightening his gi bottoms and tightened his belt. "That was a great idea Bulma!" He said with false praise, "IF IT WERE FREAKING POSSIBLE!" Everyone, even Vegeta, flinched. "Shen Long can't do it! I don't know if you've noticed but these new dragon balls are powered by the original guardian, that being me, and the orange ones are Dende's." Bulma blew a stray strand of blue hair out of her face and scowled, "So?" "Soooooo...I'm stronger than he is OBVIOUSLY!" Some spittle actually landed in Vegeta's hair, Piccolo was so livid. "Shen Long doesn't have the capability for a wish of such magnitude! The only option is taking a ship."

"Fine." Bulma grumbled. People began to stand, preparing to make their ways home. Today had been a long one and it seemed pretty obvious which choice had been chosen silently by all. "Oh, where do you people believe your going?" Vegeta pipped up. "Home," Goku said confused, "The only choice is the second." Vegeta's smile was almost feral, "Not really there is a fourth choice." Mouths hit the floor. Vegeta was...thinking?!...For the well being of others. It was a big deal, the guy is insanely selfish. "Yes, I did say there was a 'forth' choice. Since pond scum here has pointed out our only problem." Nameks should never be the color Piccolo sported. "I-I did?" he stuttered. "It's simple really." Vegeta's whole visage had changed, his tone serious. "Piccolo's being alive and all is the only thing keeping these black star dragon balls active. We need to kill him...I'll do it." he offered.

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A/N: lilpreciousone here! That's the first chapter. If you like please give us a review. It takes hours to write, type, and post this down with very little typos. Some typos are on purpose (Like made up words) but grammar we are sorry for. My backside hurts so take pity on me and review. If you liked this check out my other story and please look up I walk in air's stories as well. They are worth it.

A/N: ello! This is I walk in air! (there are periods instead of spaces in-between each word of my name) our computer is stupid! Hope you enjoyed the story. I'm hoping you review cuz we put our time into this. Watch out for the future chapters. It was a pleasure to write with lilpreciousone and I say you should read her other stories. Write you soon!