I apologize for taking so long to update. School just started here in dumb old Texas and I've been busy. So don't expect more updates anytime soon for any of my stories. Which is basically this one, the only one person reviewed, and You Might Be A DBZ Fan. And I only do that one when I'm given ideas, and I haven't had much lately. So if you want another installment on that, I would like to know of the stupid things you have done in the name of Dragonball Z. Don't be afraid, some of that stuff I put there I actually did too. Not all of it, but I have actually yelled Final Flash at my brothers just to see what they'd do.

Chapter 3

The sunlight peeked in through the gap in the curtains and rested on my face. I scrunched my eyes up, not wanting to awaken. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock that should have been there. That's right, I threw it at Vegeta…

I stretched and lazily got out of bed. Shadow saw this and jumped up and followed me to the door, his oversized belly dragging on the floor. I picked up the alarm clock and realized that my grandparents would be coming to check up on me in five minutes, and as far as I knew, the characters from Dragonball Z were still hangin' around.

I hurried to the kitchen for a Pop-Tart. No point in panicking on an empty stomach, as Goku would most likely say.

The kitchen was a total mess. There was some strange goo stuck to the ceiling, and the stove was crusted with what looked like egg yolk. Chi Chi and Bulma were in the middle of it all and were currently yelling at four guilty looking Saiyans who were backed up against the far wall.

"Do I even want to know?"

Chi Chi and Bulma temporarily stopped their "lecture" and turned around to look at me. "We're sorry dear," Bulma said apologetically. "But the boys were hungry, and being the sweethearts that Goku, Gohan, and Trunks are, they didn't want to wake us up."

"The only problem is, none of them know how to cook," Chi Chi added in.

"Well, that's very interestin', but we gotta get this place cleaned up, 'cause my grandparents are gonna be here soon to check up on me!" I exclaimed in annoyance, just as someone knocked on the door. I grimaced. "Never mind, they're here now. I'm comin' Meemaw!" I called in the general direction of the front door. "You have to disappear," I said to the DBZ people.

Chi Chi and Bulma dragged their respective Saiyans to my room to hide. "But! I'm still hungry!" Goku whimpered right before I slammed the door shut in his face. The door knocked louder and more urgently. "I'm comin' Meemaw, I'm in the bathroom!" I shouted. I made sure that all traces of the Anime characters were gone and quickly answered the door.

Meemaw stood in the doorway with an angry look on her face. "Who's in there with you?" she asked.

"What d'you mean?" I asked as innocently as I possibly could.

"I heard male voices in there, now let me in and tell me what you've been up to!" she shouted, taking a threatening step towards me.

"I was, uh, watchin' TV, yeah, I was watchin' TV when you came," I stammered. "By the way, where's Gramps?" I asked, looking over her shoulder.

"He's still asleep," Meemaw answered distractedly. "What happened in the kitchen?"

"Oh, hehe, that!" I frantically searched my brain for an excuse for the mess. "I, um… I tried to make an omelet," I said the first thing that popped into my mind.

"What is that on the ceiling?" Meemaw stared in shock at the goo.

"Cheese of course!"

Meemaw frowned at me. "That stuff is green, Kim."

"It was rotten!" I burst. "When I opened the package, it kinda exploded…"

I knew Meemaw didn't believe me. What idiot would? Well, Goku might…

Meemaw sighed. "Alright hun, why don't you go get dressed while I clean this mess up and make you a real omelet."

I grinned and dashed off to my room. I slammed the door shut, and received a reprimand from my grandmother. I apologized and addressed the Saiyans and Bulma and Chi Chi. "Guys, turn around I'm gonna get dressed."

They turned around and I pulled clothes out of my closet. I ripped off my pajamas after making sure the Saiyans weren't looking, and pulled on a shirt and jeans. "Alright boys, you can turn around. And please try to keep quiet, my grandmother thinks I threw a kegger or somethin' last night and is kinda suspicious."

Gohan and Goku blushed. "Um, miss?" Gohan asked.

"Yeah, don't call me miss. Just call me Kim," I answered.

"Yeah, but what's a kegger?" Goku finished for his son.

Chi Chi looked incredulously at her husband. "How do I explain this…" she started out. "Basically, it's a party teenagers and college students throw that involves alcohol."

"Yeah, sure, what she said. I gotta go help my grandma clean the mess you idiots made in the kitchen," I said, glaring at the Saiyans, who squirmed under my evil eye. "I'll try to sneak some food in here for you guys, but I'm not gonna be able to get much with Meemaw around."

"Oh, don't worry about them!" Bulma reassured. "I've got some food capsules in my purse!"

I gave her a grateful look and hurried to the kitchen to help Meemaw, being careful to shut the door behind me.