A/n: okay 2nd chappy, I don't own DBZ or Invader ZIM, blah blah blah. May
you forever hate this stupid piece that isn't worth your time reading. Oh
yeah, and I don't think I spelled kareoke right, but it wasn't on my spell
checker, and everyone is still OOC.
Gohan and Videl, still being the conscience-sucking-up-people they were, decided to invite ZIM to dinner. ZIM said no, explaining that he had to go find the cherry chocolate bubble gum flavored pie. So Gohan and Videl left with Videl's shopping prizes, which they had somehow managed to hold on to, and ZIM went through the rubble, smoke, and splattered babies to find the cherry chocolate bubble gum flavored pie.
meanwhile....
"C'mon Goten, you can beat him!"
Far away, well actually a couple of blocks away, in the kareoke, the pie/G.I.R and Goten were having an eating contest. Goten had already shoveled down five turkeys, six plates of hashbrowns, three chocolate cakes, nine gallons of milk, and was starting on his tenth bowl of noodles. G.I.R had eaten seven strawberry shakes, ten pizzas, thirteen banana sundaes, one hundred and twenty-two cup cakes, and was starting on his second package of raw hot dogs.
As if on cue, Bulma came onto the scene.
"Just what is going on here, Trunks?"
"Goten and G.I.R are having an eating contest!"
"G.I.R?"
"Yeah, he and some guy named ZIM are trying to take over the world or something, so *I* thought if he and Goten had an eating contest, G.I.R would eat sooooo much, he'd explode into a million pieces, raining down and splattering down on the ground like old spaghetti on Wednesday after a spring shower in Checkoslovakia.
"Trying to take over the world!? OH NOOOOO!"
With those words, Bulma sunk to the floor in a dead faint, destined to be trampled on by wild lions, tigers, bears, and boars, oh my! for the rest of eternity.
"Mom? Mom? Oh well..."
As the child of boy's swimming wear encouraged the bottomless pit, Goku came to the kareoke place.
"Hey guys what cha' doin'?"
"An eating contest!"
"A eating contest? Can I join?"
"Uh... I...er..."
Trunks was fidgety. *He* wanted to save the planet from G.I.R and ZIM's rein of evil evilness. Not Goku!
"Chi-chi is looking for you!!!"
"CHI-CHI?!? OH NO!" Goku yelled giving a Bulma-like shriek and running out of the kareoke place, tripping over Bulma in the process, looking for any severely angry Chi-chis.
somewhere else.....
"G.I.R? G.I.R where are you?" ZIM asked the empty alley. He knocked over baskets of trash and boxes of newspapers looking for the little robot er... pie.
"Who are you?" A voice behind him demanded. ZIM whirled around to see a tall figure in purple and white with a flowing cape.
"I am human. Regular. Normal. Grotesque."
"But you're green!"
"It's a skin condition."
Piccolo was about to go into a speech about all the skin conditions: rashes, diseases and other medical stuff, none of which resulted in the subject turning green, when he was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Hi, Piccolo!"
It was Gohan.
"Wanna come to dinner?"
"Uhhhh..."
"Goten said something about inviting a pie..."
a/n: well another pointless-not-worth-your-time-to-read chap, but a final chapter, there will be! I'm already writing it. :)
"I love the little tacos, I love them good!"
Gohan and Videl, still being the conscience-sucking-up-people they were, decided to invite ZIM to dinner. ZIM said no, explaining that he had to go find the cherry chocolate bubble gum flavored pie. So Gohan and Videl left with Videl's shopping prizes, which they had somehow managed to hold on to, and ZIM went through the rubble, smoke, and splattered babies to find the cherry chocolate bubble gum flavored pie.
meanwhile....
"C'mon Goten, you can beat him!"
Far away, well actually a couple of blocks away, in the kareoke, the pie/G.I.R and Goten were having an eating contest. Goten had already shoveled down five turkeys, six plates of hashbrowns, three chocolate cakes, nine gallons of milk, and was starting on his tenth bowl of noodles. G.I.R had eaten seven strawberry shakes, ten pizzas, thirteen banana sundaes, one hundred and twenty-two cup cakes, and was starting on his second package of raw hot dogs.
As if on cue, Bulma came onto the scene.
"Just what is going on here, Trunks?"
"Goten and G.I.R are having an eating contest!"
"G.I.R?"
"Yeah, he and some guy named ZIM are trying to take over the world or something, so *I* thought if he and Goten had an eating contest, G.I.R would eat sooooo much, he'd explode into a million pieces, raining down and splattering down on the ground like old spaghetti on Wednesday after a spring shower in Checkoslovakia.
"Trying to take over the world!? OH NOOOOO!"
With those words, Bulma sunk to the floor in a dead faint, destined to be trampled on by wild lions, tigers, bears, and boars, oh my! for the rest of eternity.
"Mom? Mom? Oh well..."
As the child of boy's swimming wear encouraged the bottomless pit, Goku came to the kareoke place.
"Hey guys what cha' doin'?"
"An eating contest!"
"A eating contest? Can I join?"
"Uh... I...er..."
Trunks was fidgety. *He* wanted to save the planet from G.I.R and ZIM's rein of evil evilness. Not Goku!
"Chi-chi is looking for you!!!"
"CHI-CHI?!? OH NO!" Goku yelled giving a Bulma-like shriek and running out of the kareoke place, tripping over Bulma in the process, looking for any severely angry Chi-chis.
somewhere else.....
"G.I.R? G.I.R where are you?" ZIM asked the empty alley. He knocked over baskets of trash and boxes of newspapers looking for the little robot er... pie.
"Who are you?" A voice behind him demanded. ZIM whirled around to see a tall figure in purple and white with a flowing cape.
"I am human. Regular. Normal. Grotesque."
"But you're green!"
"It's a skin condition."
Piccolo was about to go into a speech about all the skin conditions: rashes, diseases and other medical stuff, none of which resulted in the subject turning green, when he was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Hi, Piccolo!"
It was Gohan.
"Wanna come to dinner?"
"Uhhhh..."
"Goten said something about inviting a pie..."
a/n: well another pointless-not-worth-your-time-to-read chap, but a final chapter, there will be! I'm already writing it. :)
"I love the little tacos, I love them good!"
