Disclaimer: Guess.
Chi-Zu: *Sits in velvet Editor's Chair, grinning from ear to ear* Hello, fools of all ages. My name is Chi-Zu. Yes, it means cheese. Any mocking, however, will result in YOU *points straight ahead to viewer* being turned into a can of LIMA BEANS. Here with me are my...co-editors, co-producers, whatever...but they're not important. Anyway, we've the Big Green Alien Dude, Piccolo, and Pan. Pan is Pan. Enough said.
Piccolo: ..I hate my agent.
Pan: Umm...it might be...-
Chi-Zu: Fun? *narrows eyes and grins evilly* Maybe. Maybe not. It depends whether I want you guys to have fun or not.
Pan: Aw, c'mon...*gets big, sparkly eyes and looks pleadingly at Chi-Zu*
Chi-Zu: *Tries to stare without expression, but is cracking slowly* ...
Piccolo: *Is watching intently with a glass of water* Interesting...
Chi-Zu: ...oh, alright.
Piccolo & Pan: YESSSSS!
Chi-Zu: But not TOO much fun.
Piccolo & Pan: Of course, Chi-sama. *Both are grinning widely*
Chi-Zu: -_-;; Aaanyway...Hey, Green Dude, start the story. And Pan?
Pan: What?
Chi-Zu: Don't make that face. Ever.
Pan: *Sweetly* Whatever you say, Chi-sama.
Chi-Zu: Don't call me that, either. People'll call me Chi-Chi, causing them to be instantly transformed into a can of beans. *Pulls out a red leather-bound journal with creme-colored pages, sticks a green feather pen in ear, then looks threateningly at Piccolo and Pan* Now, START THE STORY!
Chap. Summary: Vegeta's plan is in motion. He's looking for a lackey. And who better to order around then some short, bald dude who's only human, can fly, and has the ability to persuade the woman to get the Dragon radar? And if Bulma is looking to tame the animal that is Mirai Trunks by placing him in Orange Star High School, she probably doesn't know that you can take the tiger outta the jungle, but you can't take the jungle outta the tiger!
Pan: *Giggles* That was pretty preppy for Piccolo to write it. Nice job, *reads top* Big Green Alien Dude.
Chi-Zu: O_o Maybe he oughta write the summaries from now on.
Piccolo: Thanks. ^_^
Chi-Zu: -_-;;
---
Vegeta stomped into Capsule Corp., looking depressed with his favorite towel draped over his shoulder. Bulma came back from cleaning some of the newest inventions, took a look at the angry Saiy-jin, placed her hands on her hips, and fixed a puzzling look.
"What's got you in such a bad mood?" She sighed and shook her head. "Then again, you're a lot less DAMAGING" -she pointed her thumb towards a machine, newly-smashed yesterday- "then yesterday." Then, before Bulma could react, a ki blast flew towards the already-smashed-to-chunks machine, making it look like a diced white tomato. "Well, FINE," she said calmly. "Don't expect to find a place on the table!"
Vegeta said nothing. He could always threaten Chibi Trunks for at least half the plate. The problem? That Kami-forsaken Kakkarotto had...well...he didn't exactly want to say DEFEAT. But it wasn't exactly the smell of VICTORY, either. He sighed, sat on the sofa, and propped his legs on the coffee table. Now the baka woman wouldn't give him any food. Vegeta thought...and thought. How could he beat that Bakarott? If only, if only...he was invincible...
Invincible?
An idea came to him faster then a boot at a howling cat at 3 in the morning.
~*~*~*~
Bulma was scrubbing the dishes, blabbering on. Mirai Trunks was sitting at the table, drawing pictures of what it would've looked like if he was fighting Cell. His head was propped up on his hand, and his expression was clearly that of someone bored. Bulma then switched topics; from some complaints about Vegeta to her newest invention: from what little Mirai Trunks heard, probably some fast car thingamabobber. He held his drawing to the light. Suddenly, a yelp from Bulma awakened Mirai from his sleep of boredom.
"Mirai, I just got an idea!"
Mirai groaned. What was it this time? Father-son bonding? A way to get him "associated" with the world? "What is it?" He remembered the father-son bonding. The very remembrance of when his father incinerated the entire lake area, inculding a 20-pound fish that has, just a second before, bit onto his line, then vanished into the air, was enough to discourage him from trying to go within a one-foot radius of his father. Usually, if he needed Vegeta, Mirai would shout, Vegeta'd shout (usually a "no" or something similar), and everyone'd be happy. "Before you say anything, just let me remind you of Lake Sandoicchi, please."
"No, and I remember it well. I can only hope the police forgot what Vegeta looks like." Bulma shook her head again. "Anyway, the idea. I've suddenly decided to enroll you in Orange Star High."
"WHAT?!" Mirai sputtered. "But-but-th-that's where G-Gohan goes! You hear him complaining!...Don't you?! Are you absolutely MAD? Wait, wait, it was something Gohan' mother said, isn't it?" He was stammering.
"No, Chi-Chi hasn't 'influenced' me. But it's quite the chance for you to make friends, learn, and you always have Gohan to help you out." Bulma smiled in a Chi-Chi sort of way.
"Umm..." Mirai stood up slowly and walked out of the room, convincing himself that she was joking, and the whole thing about school would blow over...
Well...people can dream, can't they?!
~*~*~*~
Chi-Chi picked up the phone, while carefully supervising Goku and surveying his mess. "Hello?...oh, hi, Bulma..." Her eyes grew big and round. "Really?! Oh, Gohan-" Gohan's looked up. "-will be ecstatic! Of course I'll tell him! Bye!"
"Umm...mom? I heard..." He looked at his mom, then began to get just a LITTLE bit scared. "...my name..."
"That's right! Guess what?" Chi-Chi waited for an answer. After a brief moment of silence, she frowned, then retained her cheerful look. "Mirai Trunks's going to your school!"
Silence.
An earth-shattering "WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!".
Pigeons fly off their posts. People look from where the sound came from. Mirai Trunks realizes that both of the Mothers Dearest haven't hung up the phone. Bulma's newest invention is destroyed by sound waves emitting from the cordless device.
And from that moment on, Mirai knew only one thing.
His life was over.
~*~*~*~
Vegeta tried to remember the old days. One of his recollections was that every villain needed a lackey. He thought. Piccolo wouln't listen, Yamcha was a wuss, Tien was...well, he didn't know where Tien was in the first place, Bakarott was too good, and his spawn weren't much better...then it came to him.
He needed someone weak, someone scared, someone human. And there was only one short bald dude that fitted that description.
~*~*~*~
Android 18 was out shopping with Maron. Master Roshi locked himself in his room. No one dared to ask him what he was doing. Mostly because they didn't want to know. So Krillen was sitting in front of the TV, playing Marron's Nintendo. He found it quite enjoyable. Then, the red door caved in. In the doorway was a spikey-headed Saiy-jin.
"Alright, listen up, Cueball," Vegeta said, holding Krillen by the collar. "From this day forward, you are my lackey. And I need you to get the Dragon Radar from the woman."
"Uh," Krillen sweatdropped. This was a unique situation. "Why can't you do it? She's your wife."
"The onna's mad at me. Now hurry up!" Vegeta roared.
"Ok, ok, sheesh." No need for a mere human to get the Prince of Saiy-jins angry. "I'll do it."
---
Pan: That was pretty cool, Chi-Zu. But I'm not in it. *Pouts*
Chi-Zu: Quiet.
Piccolo: -_-;;
Chi-Zu: Don't worry, Big Green Alien Dude, you'll be in soon enough.
Piccolo: 'K! ^_^
Pan: *pouts*
Disclaimer 2: Oh, yeah, and I'm gonna be future Nintendo producer. But until then...
Chi-Zu: *Sits in velvet Editor's Chair, grinning from ear to ear* Hello, fools of all ages. My name is Chi-Zu. Yes, it means cheese. Any mocking, however, will result in YOU *points straight ahead to viewer* being turned into a can of LIMA BEANS. Here with me are my...co-editors, co-producers, whatever...but they're not important. Anyway, we've the Big Green Alien Dude, Piccolo, and Pan. Pan is Pan. Enough said.
Piccolo: ..I hate my agent.
Pan: Umm...it might be...-
Chi-Zu: Fun? *narrows eyes and grins evilly* Maybe. Maybe not. It depends whether I want you guys to have fun or not.
Pan: Aw, c'mon...*gets big, sparkly eyes and looks pleadingly at Chi-Zu*
Chi-Zu: *Tries to stare without expression, but is cracking slowly* ...
Piccolo: *Is watching intently with a glass of water* Interesting...
Chi-Zu: ...oh, alright.
Piccolo & Pan: YESSSSS!
Chi-Zu: But not TOO much fun.
Piccolo & Pan: Of course, Chi-sama. *Both are grinning widely*
Chi-Zu: -_-;; Aaanyway...Hey, Green Dude, start the story. And Pan?
Pan: What?
Chi-Zu: Don't make that face. Ever.
Pan: *Sweetly* Whatever you say, Chi-sama.
Chi-Zu: Don't call me that, either. People'll call me Chi-Chi, causing them to be instantly transformed into a can of beans. *Pulls out a red leather-bound journal with creme-colored pages, sticks a green feather pen in ear, then looks threateningly at Piccolo and Pan* Now, START THE STORY!
Chap. Summary: Vegeta's plan is in motion. He's looking for a lackey. And who better to order around then some short, bald dude who's only human, can fly, and has the ability to persuade the woman to get the Dragon radar? And if Bulma is looking to tame the animal that is Mirai Trunks by placing him in Orange Star High School, she probably doesn't know that you can take the tiger outta the jungle, but you can't take the jungle outta the tiger!
Pan: *Giggles* That was pretty preppy for Piccolo to write it. Nice job, *reads top* Big Green Alien Dude.
Chi-Zu: O_o Maybe he oughta write the summaries from now on.
Piccolo: Thanks. ^_^
Chi-Zu: -_-;;
---
Vegeta stomped into Capsule Corp., looking depressed with his favorite towel draped over his shoulder. Bulma came back from cleaning some of the newest inventions, took a look at the angry Saiy-jin, placed her hands on her hips, and fixed a puzzling look.
"What's got you in such a bad mood?" She sighed and shook her head. "Then again, you're a lot less DAMAGING" -she pointed her thumb towards a machine, newly-smashed yesterday- "then yesterday." Then, before Bulma could react, a ki blast flew towards the already-smashed-to-chunks machine, making it look like a diced white tomato. "Well, FINE," she said calmly. "Don't expect to find a place on the table!"
Vegeta said nothing. He could always threaten Chibi Trunks for at least half the plate. The problem? That Kami-forsaken Kakkarotto had...well...he didn't exactly want to say DEFEAT. But it wasn't exactly the smell of VICTORY, either. He sighed, sat on the sofa, and propped his legs on the coffee table. Now the baka woman wouldn't give him any food. Vegeta thought...and thought. How could he beat that Bakarott? If only, if only...he was invincible...
Invincible?
An idea came to him faster then a boot at a howling cat at 3 in the morning.
~*~*~*~
Bulma was scrubbing the dishes, blabbering on. Mirai Trunks was sitting at the table, drawing pictures of what it would've looked like if he was fighting Cell. His head was propped up on his hand, and his expression was clearly that of someone bored. Bulma then switched topics; from some complaints about Vegeta to her newest invention: from what little Mirai Trunks heard, probably some fast car thingamabobber. He held his drawing to the light. Suddenly, a yelp from Bulma awakened Mirai from his sleep of boredom.
"Mirai, I just got an idea!"
Mirai groaned. What was it this time? Father-son bonding? A way to get him "associated" with the world? "What is it?" He remembered the father-son bonding. The very remembrance of when his father incinerated the entire lake area, inculding a 20-pound fish that has, just a second before, bit onto his line, then vanished into the air, was enough to discourage him from trying to go within a one-foot radius of his father. Usually, if he needed Vegeta, Mirai would shout, Vegeta'd shout (usually a "no" or something similar), and everyone'd be happy. "Before you say anything, just let me remind you of Lake Sandoicchi, please."
"No, and I remember it well. I can only hope the police forgot what Vegeta looks like." Bulma shook her head again. "Anyway, the idea. I've suddenly decided to enroll you in Orange Star High."
"WHAT?!" Mirai sputtered. "But-but-th-that's where G-Gohan goes! You hear him complaining!...Don't you?! Are you absolutely MAD? Wait, wait, it was something Gohan' mother said, isn't it?" He was stammering.
"No, Chi-Chi hasn't 'influenced' me. But it's quite the chance for you to make friends, learn, and you always have Gohan to help you out." Bulma smiled in a Chi-Chi sort of way.
"Umm..." Mirai stood up slowly and walked out of the room, convincing himself that she was joking, and the whole thing about school would blow over...
Well...people can dream, can't they?!
~*~*~*~
Chi-Chi picked up the phone, while carefully supervising Goku and surveying his mess. "Hello?...oh, hi, Bulma..." Her eyes grew big and round. "Really?! Oh, Gohan-" Gohan's looked up. "-will be ecstatic! Of course I'll tell him! Bye!"
"Umm...mom? I heard..." He looked at his mom, then began to get just a LITTLE bit scared. "...my name..."
"That's right! Guess what?" Chi-Chi waited for an answer. After a brief moment of silence, she frowned, then retained her cheerful look. "Mirai Trunks's going to your school!"
Silence.
An earth-shattering "WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!".
Pigeons fly off their posts. People look from where the sound came from. Mirai Trunks realizes that both of the Mothers Dearest haven't hung up the phone. Bulma's newest invention is destroyed by sound waves emitting from the cordless device.
And from that moment on, Mirai knew only one thing.
His life was over.
~*~*~*~
Vegeta tried to remember the old days. One of his recollections was that every villain needed a lackey. He thought. Piccolo wouln't listen, Yamcha was a wuss, Tien was...well, he didn't know where Tien was in the first place, Bakarott was too good, and his spawn weren't much better...then it came to him.
He needed someone weak, someone scared, someone human. And there was only one short bald dude that fitted that description.
~*~*~*~
Android 18 was out shopping with Maron. Master Roshi locked himself in his room. No one dared to ask him what he was doing. Mostly because they didn't want to know. So Krillen was sitting in front of the TV, playing Marron's Nintendo. He found it quite enjoyable. Then, the red door caved in. In the doorway was a spikey-headed Saiy-jin.
"Alright, listen up, Cueball," Vegeta said, holding Krillen by the collar. "From this day forward, you are my lackey. And I need you to get the Dragon Radar from the woman."
"Uh," Krillen sweatdropped. This was a unique situation. "Why can't you do it? She's your wife."
"The onna's mad at me. Now hurry up!" Vegeta roared.
"Ok, ok, sheesh." No need for a mere human to get the Prince of Saiy-jins angry. "I'll do it."
---
Pan: That was pretty cool, Chi-Zu. But I'm not in it. *Pouts*
Chi-Zu: Quiet.
Piccolo: -_-;;
Chi-Zu: Don't worry, Big Green Alien Dude, you'll be in soon enough.
Piccolo: 'K! ^_^
Pan: *pouts*
Disclaimer 2: Oh, yeah, and I'm gonna be future Nintendo producer. But until then...