Chapter Duex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Teletubbies. Sue me, and I'll come after you with a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken!!! *thunder strikes* Buahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, I don't own South Park either.

Author's Note: The plot is still in the smog, just like those big-ass cities. However, it will be revealed when I feel like it. So deal with it until then!!! ^_^


















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You mean you actually came this far down to read!? Fine!!! *waves hands* Presto Chango!!!!!!!


Vegeta was in a bad mood. He is an extremely bad mood. While he was getting um... lucky with Bulma... ugh... you see.... The Teletubbies sort of blew up that gravity machine thingee with their honey beer bomb. So.... yeah.... Mrs. Briefs tried cheering him up by offering him some tea, but seriously, when was the last time Vegeta drank tea? Oh well, She wasn't successful since he had to take his anger out on the nearby kindergarten so.... Heh heh....

Bulma walked downstairs to the living room, and gasped at what she saw. Playgirl, Yaoi/Yuri stories, and slash doujinshi were scattered all over the floor. Conker's Bad Fur Day was still on the TV screen, but the most disturbing thing was that Goten and Trunks were sleeping under a blanket -_^. She screamed like an evil leopard from the planet Cha-Cha was attacking her. This got Vegeta's attention, and made him forget about the damn gravity machine thingee, and come rushing to see if some new villain had appeared (No, not to rescue Bulma!!!).

When Vegeta came flying into the living room to see what Bulma was screaming about, he immediately turned his head away. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" Vegeta shouted, waking Trunks and Goten up. The two lovers (not B/V!!!!) turned bright red in humiliation (and so would you!!!). The thing bothering Vegeta wasn't that Goten and Trunks were sleeping together, by the video game froze into the screen. Now he wouldn't be able to watch the car crashes. He shouted some saiya-jin cuss words about the TV, and Bulma was bitching about trying to keep her son from being queer (a little late for that!!!!). So basically, all hell broke loose in Capsule Corps.

Downtown at Satan City, a few insane reporters (including me!!!) were trying to get the coverage about the Honey Beer Bombing that took place in Orange Star High School. Then when the Great Saiya-man came around, everyone came rushing to him, asking all these damn useless questions.

"Didja catch the suspect?"

"How the hell can honey beer make a bomb?"

"Where can I get a tunic like that?"

"Can I take a picture for the newspaper?"

"I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz....." It appeared I had fallen asleep on the job once again. It didn't matter though. I was supposed to do a report on the Teletubbies on 666th Avenue. Meanwhile, I had lovely dreams about Vegeta ^_^.

While I was napping, Bulma was dragging Trunks to this one scary building that said "Queers Anonymous" in big black letters above the double doors. Chi-Chi was right behind Bulma, dragging Goten with her. Just as they entered the door, a kid in an orange sweatshirt was stabbed and mugged by the prostitutes on Wall St. "Oh my God!!!" A fat kid shouted. "They killed Kenny!!!"

Another kid then pointed at the prostitutes. "You bastards--- ugh... bitches!!!" While they shouted at the Wall St. prostitutes, Teletubbies in green suits and underpants gnomes ran past them and into "Queers Anonymous." Once inside the building, the underpants gnomes began singing, and started secretly robbing every one of their undies. Meanwhile, the teletubbies made like the Matrix with their beefsteaks, and pounded their way to the incurable center to place more honey beer bombs.

"But Mom!!!" Goten whined. "I don't need to be here, I'm okay, really."

"Same here," Trunks added, his hand going numb thanks to Bulma's evil grip. No matter what though, they were stuck going to the Queers Anonymous, no matter what. Thanks to their damn moms, and their bitching about homosexuality and all kinds of other shit.

The Great Saiya-man flew over Satan City, with that bitch named Videl looking all over for him. However, since the Great Saiya-man was smarter than her, she wasn't all too successful. While Videl was looking for the Great Saiya-man, I was concerned with who stole my panties when I woke up.

Trunks and Goten were alone in a room with other queers, and a variety of doctors who looked queer themselves. "Hi!" a dark-skinned guy with silver hair said in a high voice, batting his eyelashes at Trunks. Goten was about to burst out laughing until he got a glare from the purple-haired kid. After a few more flirtations, the session began.

"Hi there," a man in green said, wearing a pin that said "Mr. Garrison" on it. He held up his puppet, and began introducing it to everybody. "This is Mr. Hand, and he will be helping me teach you that it is wrong to sleep with the same sex as yourself." He then grabbed a bunch of Playboys, and handed them out to all of the boys. The guys screamed, throwing the magazines across the frickin' room, covering their eyes. Mr. Garrison sighed. "Mr. Hand? I should've never left South Park Elementary to be a counselor for gay people."