Dragonballs

Read this peeps/ Disclaimer:

Okay, note here: I do not write this lil story or whatever to get praise, okay? You people out there who are nagging me about plagerism and stuff are right. But you seem to think I'm doing this to make myself look good. IM NOT, PEOPLE. This is just a joke. My friend and I were watching Spaceballs one Friday and we thought, "Hey, what if the characters were the DBZ characters?" and that's how it gt started.

We didn't sit there and plan, "Hey I bet we could be a real hit on FF.net! Yeah, lets go steal Mel Brooks' idea and make it our own so we can get good reviews!" Dears, we do this for amusement. If you think its terrible plageristic then DON'T READ it. This is to amuse people and my friends, not to make me look talented or special because im not really that way, ya know?

So before you go all legal and medevil on me, just think about this and don't read this fic. I'm doing it at my own leisure. To make people laugh, not to make myself look like a comedian. Spaceballs and the script Im using is all the genius work of Mel Brooks. I don't own any of it. None. Zero. Zip.

So consider all that up there before you go dissing me. Sheesh.

*sigh*

Okie, Enjoy.

* * * Begin Chapter Two

The organ's notes filtered through the entire chapel, uninterrupted until, "Daddy must I go through with this?"

The organ came to an abrupt halt. Not a pleasant sound.

Ox King replied in a whispered hush, "I'm sorry, Chichi, he's the last Prince left in the Galaxy!"

Princess Chichi let out a heart broken sigh and continued walking down the isle next to her Father, the organ resuming as well until the two of them stepped up to the alter. The Princess turned her head to glance at her to-be husband; a short, blue, bald little man (she could tell he was bald through that ridiculous blond wig he was wearing) with pointed ears, also known as the ugliest thing she had ever seen in her life.

She gave him a polite smile, and he returned a tired one, yawning.

Princess Chichi gave her head a quick jerk in annoyance and turned to face the alter.

"Dearly Beloved." The priest began. "We are gathered here today to join Princess Chichi - what the?! Who is running right past the alter…."

Chichi never had time to hear the rest as she ran down the steps (feeling something tugging on her vale), out the door and onto the royal driveway.

"Chichi! Honey, you forgot to get married! What are you doing?" The maid of honor sputtered, blue fingers still clutching the white silk of the Princess's vale. Chichi reached a pale silky hand of her own out and snatched the material so fast the maid of honor was also jerked into the vehicle.

"No questions, Zarbon, get in!" she hissed, climbing in and starting the engine, taking off seconds before the King and his court reached the driveway.

"Chichi! Come back!" Ox King shouted, looking around angrily at his court. "Well don't just stand there! Get her! Stop her!"

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The Winnebago sped through the space silently. It was an older model, the light brown paint chipping off the sides and wings.

From inside the Winnebago, hard music beat from one end to the other, a tall Saiyajin warrior could be seen moving to the music. Long black hair cascaded down his shoulders and just barely touched well muscled thighs, all topped off with a dramatic widows peak. The warrior held a large bucket in his left arm, in his right hand a spoon.

Broken bottles, old bowls and spoons lay scattered around the obsolete room. Bachelors. Go figure.

The cockpit was no exception. Just as the back was, there were bottles and trash spread equally around the ripped seats and stained dashboard. The vehicle was programmed on auto pilot, the real pilot asleep in the seat.

From under thick black bangs accompanied by a cowboy hat, the man (who also seemed to have a very impressive physique) looked nearly angelic, aside from the fact that he hadn't shaved nor bathed in days.

The beeping from the com was enough to wake the innocent Saiyajin warrior up. He blinked, giving the com and tired glance, then sat up almost straight, yelling to his companion, "Radditz…Radditz!"

Radditz' ear's perked at the sound of his name. He grimaced and put his meal down, turned the music low, and listened again.

"Radditz!"

The massive Saiyajin warrior scowled. "Always when I'm eating!" he puffed his tail out, stalking to the cockpit angrily, still holding a box of dog biscuits.

"What is it, Kakarott?" Radditz growled.

"Radditz…" Kakarott croaked, pointing to the com.

"What's that matter?" Radditz offered him a dog biscuit. "Hungry?"

Kakarott sniffed the dog biscuit and recoiled, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head. "No! No – just, answer that, will ya?"

Radditz shrugged and tossed the biscuit over his shoulder, then turned sharply enough to whack Kakarott in the face with spiked tail, then again when he turned to make his way to the com. Kakarott rolled his eyes and leaned back.

"Sure thing, Kakarott. I'll put it on audio so they can't see you." Radditz leaned forward and flipped a red switch, the display screen blipping on. A blue face appeared on the monitor, framed with tall white hair.

"Sorry, heh, wrong switch!" Radditz noted to Kakarott, who cleared his throat and looked up at Sauzza.

"Hello Sauzza. What do you want?" he asked, mockingly.

Sauzza smiled and shook his head. "No, no no, gentlemen. It's not what I want. It's what he wants." Sauzza turned to face his employer, smiling devilishly.

"Paragus!" Both men exclaimed.

Paragus grinned, his brown skin dripping in melting butter. The psychotic Saiyajin had something about dripping butter and various vegetables off himself as a hobby. "It's simple, Kakarott. I want my money."

"Your uhh….your money, Paragus? Sure, we'll have it to you by next week!" Kakarott said brightly.

Paragus shook his head. "No Kakarott. I want it now."

"Now? 800000 space bucks now?!"

"No, Kakarott. You forgot late fees. Which brings your total up to….a million."

"A million?! That's unfair!" Kakarott sputtered.

"Tommorow or else." Paragus hinted.

Kakarott narrowed his eyes. "Or else – what?"

Paragus grinned, nodding to Sauzza. "Tell 'em, Sauzza."

The moniter moved to Sauzza's smiling face. "Or else Pizza is gonna send out for you."

Radditz glanced at Kakarott and laughed nervously, followed by the other Saiyajin himself. After seeing Sauzza pick a vegetable off Paragus and eat it, Radditz terminated the connection, and the laughter immediately ceased.

"Oh my God! One million space bucks by tommorow?! We're sunk!" Radditz cried from the co-pilots seat.

Kakarott nodded, pointing to a blinking light on the com again. "Eh, just get that one."

"Kakarott! Captain Kakarott come in! Ox King to Kakarott do you read?"

Radditz punched the button. "Yes, Ox King." Kakarott replied distantly. "What is it?"

"Kakarott! My daughter, Princess Chichi, she ran away! You have to save her! I'll give you anything, you hear me? Anything!"

Kakarott and Radditz exchanged glances, then, "Anything?"

"Anything!"

Kakarott nodded, narrowing his eyes in thought. "Okay Kingy, we'll do it for….a million."

The Ox King's face went pale. "A million? Why you! There's no way – "

Radditz reached over, blinking innocently at the King. "I don't know your Majesty, we're losing the signal, you're starting to fade out.."

"Okay! Okay, just please, find her, bring her back!" The Ox King pleaded.