Disclaimer: I can tell I lost some readers because of that long period of not updating... Oh well! NOTHING can stop ME! MUHAHAHA! Except a bad case of... CARPAL TUNNEL SYNDROME! Yeah, well, I don't own DBZ Characters, BUT I own the Butter Nuts.

Note: This is Part 1 of a 3 part... part... right... ON WITH THE FANFIC!

Goku spots... a hot dog vendor? In the driveway? Well... okay...

"I would like a 12 foot long hot dog with extra pickles, hold the mustard, with KETCHUP!" said Goku. "Please."

Piccolo added, "And a bottle of water for me."

"Daaaad! In the past hour and a half, you ate a greasy sub, mustard off of Mic Nutty, more than 50 Burger Queen Royal 'Semi Small But Kinda Bigger Than Most Kids' Big Kids Meals, and God knows what else! Now you want a hot dog?"

"You know what, you're right Gohan. Vendor, make that TWO hot dogs!"

"Hu-rry UP! We have to get to America before night fall!" said Vegeta.

"Actually, Mr. Vegeta, sir., the time zones are different, so it is pretty much morning in the USA..." said Gohan.

"Then when we get to this 'Amereeca', can we order breakfast?" asked Goku.

"We'll see." said Vegeta.

The vendor gave the hot dogs to Goku, and a bottle of water to Piccolo, "That will be $$82,546 please."

"FOR A HOT DOG?" screamed Vegeta outraged.

"Uh, NO-OH! For TWO Hot dogs, AND a bottled water! PAY UP!"

"Actually, we're broke..." confessed Gohan.

The vendor put on a threatening face. "You're b-broke?"

"Hey guys?" started Gohan. "I think we should... RUN!"

"Good idea!" They all jumped into the car and hovered away.

"YOU'LL REGRET THIS!" screamed the vendor in tears, "YOU'LL REGRET THIS! I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU HOT DOGS!"

"That was weird." stated Gohan.

"Yeah." said Goku with 2 hot dogs in his mouth, "Hey! There's mustard in here! I said NO mustard!"

Vegeta interrupted, "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE! In case you haven't noticed, I DON'T HAVE A LICENSE! I've never driven a car before."

"Oh well, if we get arrested, it will be because we stole hot dogs, NOT because of driving." said Gohan. "Personally, I think that the 'no stealing hot dogs' law shouldn't put us in jail... Especially in Japan! I mean how many of Japanese people eat hot dogs! I bet the only reason why hot dogs vendors are still around is because of Dad..."

Goku remembered, "I can use Instant Transmission!"

"That's nice..." said Vegeta.

All minus Goku slapped their heads in stupidity, "Of course!" they thought.

"Okay then, Dad! Transport us to America!" Nothing happens. "Dad?" started Gohan. "Transport us to America!" Nothing happens again.

"Where's Amereeca?"

Vegeta almost steered the car into the ocean below. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE AMERICA IS?"

"...Should I?"

Gohan pulled a map out of his pocket and showed it to Goku. "This is America." he said pointing to the USA.

"WOW! Amereeca is this little piece of paper? Technology has come a long way!"

"NO DAD! This is a MAP of America!"

"Ooooooh!... What's a map?"

"Let me try... Kakkarot... Do you sense a large amount of life forces gathered in one area?"

"Yes, I doo!" answered Goku in a sing-song voice.

"Then go there!"

"Oh, okay! INSTANT TRANSMISSION!"

"Where are we?" asked Vegeta.

"Spaghetti." said Piccolo.

"Piccolo, do you have to say spaghetti every time you don't say enough?" asked Gohan.

"No, really, spaghetti!" Piccolo said as he pointed to a lunch tray.

A 14-year old boy looked at Piccolo and said, "Dude, you're like, all green and stuff."

"Hey you, Boy! Where is this place?" asked Vegeta.

"Well... uh... this is the cafeteria... your in the WhyOhWhyDidIComeToThisTownAndJoinThisSchoolBecauseI'llNeverBecomeAnythingWorthwhile Middle School or for short: WOWDICTT ...uh... TAJTSBINBAW. The principal named it. He thinks we're all... uh... DUMB! Yeah, he thinks we're dumb."

"Yeah, I think he was right... What Continent are we on?" asked Vegeta.

"Uh... Cot-ten-tent?" asked the boy.

The group minus Goku shared looks of worry.

"Is that good?" asked Goku pointing to the spaghetti.

"This! I swear it's made out of worms or rubber. Do you want some, man?"

"DO I EVER!" answered Goku. He snatched the tray from the kid and swallowed the spaghetti whole. "You're right! It DOES taste like worms!"

"Gross dude! Come sit with us!" the boy said as he tugged Goku away.

"Wait! Boy! Where are we!" screamed Vegeta.

"ExCUSE me, but there is NO yelling at lunch time!" threatened a teacher from behind.

"Did you just tell me to be quiet?" asked Vegeta.

"YES I DID! Now SIT DOWN or be sent to the OFFICE!"

"Vegeta! We better sit down! If this is anything like MY school, you do NOT want to be sent to the office! Trust me!" whispered Gohan.

"What do they do in the office at your school?" asked Piccolo.

Gohan made a loud shriek. "It's horrible!"

"BOYS! SIT!" yelled the teacher.

Vegeta, Piccolo, and Goku sat down at a table of girls.

The group is in a new place, and Goku has been separated! OH NO! What could happen! FIND OUT!

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