Disclaimer: Still the same, I still do not own the DBZ characters and never will… tear …but I still reserve the rights to myself.

Part Two: "Wait a Minute…You're from DBZ?"

"Where are you going?" I asked the spiked haired guy. He turned around and looked at me like I was an idiot or something. I looked right back at him and stood still. He rolled his eyes and hurried towards me. "Will you just shut-up and come with me!" I felt my eyes grow wide at the sound of those words falling from his lips. I kept thinking to myself that when I found my destination and what I was supposed to be doing I would definitely pay him a visit...and kill him. Yeah right! Actually it was more like I would kick his ass or something like that...I don't know. Anyways... He stopped suddenly as he realized he said something offensive. "Hey...I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that. I meant we don't have a whole lot of time, so...could you "please" come with me?" I felt myself get embarrassed. I never really knew what it felt like to be spoken to in a nice way. So it kinda caught me off guard, and I ended up saying... "Don't worry 'bout it. I'm just confused." Sheesh!

He smiled at me and grabbed my hand. I think I tried to pull away, but then I ended up just going with him. We exited the impoverished airport and walked down a long sidewalk. I couldn't contain my questioning any longer, because I knew there was something I had to do. I guess I felt I didn't have time to walk around the world with spike-hair, or something.
"This is all very nice...but...could you maybe tell me who you are? I mean you seem to think you know a little about me, but I don't know squat about you." I asked him. He stopped walking. At first he looked like he was confused, and then he finally turned around and looked at me. "I...don't really know if I should tell you that." I furrowed my eyebrows (and yes! I have two eyebrows, not one!). "What do you mean you can't tell me? Man! I swear you are one weird person. First, you're hanging around me on my flight to Japan. Then you stalk me at the airport and refuse to say anything when I ask you what the "hell" you want! And then you accuse me of being some kind of weird name! And now you're saying you can't tell me who you are. That's just great. Well I gotta tell you this isn't the worst time I've ever been picked up before." His eyes got wide with surprise. He backed two or three steps away from me and looked at me. Then his mouth twisted into a half-cocked smile. "Yep! I'm right! You are definitely a Saiya-jin." I swear if I could have sprouted leaves at that time...I would have. Instead I walked around him and resumed the walk toward wherever.

"Oh c'mon! You're trying to tell me you don't know what a Saiya-jin is?" He asked. I ignored him. I knew I was past the point of concern, and not to mention "patience". I kept walking onward until I heard him not following me anymore. I got curious and so I turned around to see what happened to him. He was standing in the middle of the side walk like he forgot how to use his motor skills or something. I yelled back to him and asked him if he was okay. He didn't answer. So I found myself doing the inevitable...I walked back towards him. "Hey! What's wrong with you?" I asked him. He looked at me. "I guess I was wrong about you." "Huh?" I said. "I thought you were just joking around about not knowing what a Saiya-jin was, but I guess I was wrong. You really don't know...do you?" He asked. Now I was confused. He thought I was just joking around with him? Hmmm...let me think...WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE JOKING AROUND WITH HIM WHEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE HELL I'M AT AND WHY!!!

Thank God I had a good hold on my temper at that point. I felt my anger deflating like a balloon when I seen his face. "Well obviously I wasn't joking around with you. I really don't know what a Saiya-jin is...and...I would really like to know you're name cause I'm bout ready to go crazy here." His face brightened at that (for some odd reason) and he held out his hand. "What?" I asked him confused. He grabbed my hand and shook it. "My name is Goten, and I'm a Saiya-jin...well...actually half." I felt myself get woozy. For some reason I knew who he was and what that stood for, but I guess I just didn't know what a Saiya-jin actually was. I smiled, but then I became skeptical. "Wait a minute...you're from Dragon Ball Z?" He smiled and shook his head "yes". I felt myself falling backward toward the ground. I guess I really knew what "that" stood for, because my "weak-ass" fainted. Talk about embarrassing.