Why'd this take so long?
Trunks: Lemme guess. Another death in the family.
Star: (shocked) How did you know?
Trunks:(even more shocked)You mean there was another death in the family?
Star: Yeah. Kinda depressing, ain't it? But I've got the new chapter now, so it's all good! Except not...
Kyo: Just get on with it! I'm hungry and I don't know what time it is.
Star: Meanie!
"Piccolo, we've got a Code-Red going down here. You need to come to Base-Blue! Over."
"What the hell are you talking about, Goku?"
"You need to say over. Over."
He sighed and muttered something before replying, "Fine. Over."
"I'm talking about Ladies' Night. Over."
"I still don't know what you mean. What's a Code-Red? Where's Base-Blue? And what the hell is Ladies' Night?"
"Piccolo…you didn't say…."
"OVER!"
"Good. And all those questions you have are answered in my manual. You read my manual, didn't you?"
Piccolo sighed. "You mean that crayon drawing on the back of the Denny's menu?" He looked over his shoulder at the crumpled menu propping up his wobbly table. "Yeah, I read it. Over."
"So you just forgot. Okay." Goku sounded hurt. "Well, a Code-Red has something to do with Bulma and Base-Blue is my house. Over."
"And Ladies' Night? Over."
"It's when Bulma calls Chichi crying her heart out over someone. Over."
"…Is that someone Vegeta? Over."
"Oh yeah. Meet here at ten hundred hours. Over and out."
Piccolo looked at his clock and swore. "That was thirty minutes ago!" He flew (literally) out the door and did that Superman trick where you fly around the world so fast you reverse the direction and, thus, you reverse time. Don't ask how that works, it just does. Anyways, back to Piccolo's suffering….
He touched down in front of Goku's ho—I mean Base-Blue and burst through the door. Right into the middle of a girls-only cry-fest.
"Erm, sorry, ladies…." Only two pairs of flooding eyes stared back. Both Chichi and Bulma burst into renewed tears, chorusing their laments.
"Now there's a REAL man!"
"He called us 'ladies'!"
"Piccolo's so polite, unlike a certain Saiyan PRINCE!"
"And I'm sure he eats a lot nicer than Goku!"
"Why can't every guy be asexual!"
They fell into each other's arms sobbing, then began pounding down brownies and bourbon like they were crackers and water. While they were gorging, Piccolo backed up the stairs and ran into Goku at the top.
"Piccolo! You made it! Funny, I didn't radio you yet…."
"Never mind that. We've got two hormonal women downstairs who are spilling their guts to each other. Time to listen in!"
Goku pressed himself against the wall, even though his super-hearing could've picked up their conversation with ease. Piccolo didn't say anything, though, because he was used to his…'friend's' stupidity.
Here are the snippits they picked up.
"…so I accepted but Vegeta was all like, 'I hate you!' and I was like, 'Oh, yeah? Then why're you so nice to me?' and he was like, 'I am so not nice to you!' and I was like…."
"…then there was that one time Goku blew up the cat. He wanted to be nice and wash it, so he gave it a bath and stuck it in the microwave to dry it. High, three minutes. I had the hardest time cleaning that out…."
"…Pah! Saiyans, who needs 'em? They're all jerks anyway. Well, out of four of them, three are jerks. Seventy-five percent is high odds, too! I mean, I'm so smart that…."
"…and what was I thinking marrying Goku? He's such an idiot! Sometimes I just want to take a drill and…."
"…I don't even know if I like Yamcha. What should I do?"
Piccolo smiled to himself. "Bingo. Looks like things are going well." He turned to Goku, who was curled up on the floor with his hands over his ears, trying to block out Chichi's 'meanness', as he put it. "I'm going home, Goku. From now on, we'll need some major planning."
Good news! I've finally reached a decision!
Trunks: Were you trying to decide something?
Star: I've decided that I'm not going to reply to all the reviews!
Trunks: Why is that good news? You're completely disregarding common courtesy.
Star: Yeah, well, it would've taken me weeks to catch up. I had over one hundred reviews stored up.
Trunks: Still, you should've—
Kedo: (wields tack hammer) If you don't stop spewing nonsense, I'm gonna smack you with this tack hammer!
Trunks: O-O Now that I think about it, that's a great idea!
Star: I knew you'd like it. (to reader) I'm not going to stop responding entirely. If you have a question, I'll send you a reply…eventually…. I do feel bad for not responding, but I'd like you to know that everyone's reviews are much appreciated. It's just that I have so many other things going on. You understand, don't you?
Kyo: (while unconscious, mumbling) …damn…rat…hammer…cheese cake….
Star: (beams) My kinda man right there, folks. See you later! (Kedo kicks Kyo while Star's back is turned)
