"I can't believe we have to take this stupid trip all the way to dumb ol' America to visit stupid stinkin' New York city!" Jaunty complained slouching in her chair on the air plane.
"Jaunty! I'm surprised," Cynde said in shock of Jaunty's complaints, "you were born in 'stupid stinkin' New York."
"You seem to agree with me in it being stupid." Jaunty nodded obnoxiously.
"You're impossible! Some people just can't appreciate their roots." Cynde rolled her eyes and quit trying to convince Jaunty that America was a great place.
"Why do you hate it so much anyways, kiddo?" Yamcha asked reading a travel guide.
"Isn't it obvious, pops?" Cody smirked evilly at Jaunty, "She liked a boy who hated her guts so in her anger she cursed the ground he walked on, in short America. I know! I read her mind."
If it weren't for Jaunty's seat belt she would've eaten little 6-year-old Cody alive.
"No you didn't!!! Liar!!! You are so dead once we get of this stupid plane!" Jaunty shouted struggling to get past Gohan.
"Come on Jaunty! Calm down." Gohan said trying to calm Jaunty down.
Gohan was sitting in between Jaunty and Cody, and Jaunty was sitting next to Yamcha. Across from them Cynde sat in front of Yamcha, next to her was Burma, then Goten, then Trunks. Behind Jaunty's row was Goku, Chi-chi, Bulma and Vegeta. Across from them was Videl, Pan and these two other people. They all sat in the middle of the plane thanks to the generosity of Cynde's job.
~ Not another fight. ~ Cynde thought. Then Burma started to cry with all the noise that was going on.
"Shhh." Cynde leaned over next to Burma, "It's okay."
Burma cried louder.
"Shut that brat up!" Vegeta yelled trying to sleep.
"Oh, you shut up! I'm trying to make her go to sleep. The sound of your voice is scaring her." Cynde smart-mouthed.
"Why you little…" Cynde thought she heard Vegeta say something about the women species being such a pestilence or something.
"It's okay. Now, now." Cynde tried harder to make Burma stop crying, "Yo Yamcha, pass me her goodnight book."
"Right." Yamcha answered, reading the tourist page of his travel guide. He handed Cynde a book.
"No, not this one, Yamcha." Cynde tried to hand the book back to Yamcha, but he was to into his, "Yamcha? Yamcha!!!"
~ Why does he always do the right thing at the wrong time? ~ Cynde thought rolling her eyes.
Burma stopped crying and put her hand on the cover.
She looked up at her mom.
"Read book. Cindy-relle." She started to laugh.
"I get it," Goten started, "She's saying you're Cinderella, Cynde-relle."
"Cindy-relle! Cindy-relle!" Burma clapped in her seat and hugged Goten. Trunks didn't notice them talking. He was to busy watching the fight.
"You want me to read this, sweetie?" Cynde asked gently.
"Yeah, yeah! Read Cynde-relle!" Burma smiled happily taking the book.

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"Once upon a time," Cynde started, "there lived a poor little girl named Ella, everyone called her Cinderella because she liked to sit near the fireplace and cinders would fly on her face. Cinderella lived with her evil step mother and two evil step sisters, her father had died when she was very young. To keep her home she had to become a servant and served her…"
Suddenly the plane started to shake.
"Attention all passengers, we are hitting some turbulence. We should be out soon." The pilot informed.
"Darnnet, woman! The boy could've got there faster walking!" Vegeta complained. Bulma didn't say anything, her eyes went pale and her face was blue with fear.
"Um…Guys." Bulma tugged on Vegeta's jacket and pointed out the window. The rest of the gang looked.
"What's wrong with you woman!" Vegeta looked out the window, "What the heck!"
The turbulence became worse as a white light filled the plane and all was silenced.

When Cynde woke up it was to baby's cries.
"Cinderella! Take are of that wretched child, at once!" A woman commanded pouring water on Cynde.
Cynde jumped up and met eye to eye with the woman, "Bulma?"
Bulma's eyes widened as she slaps Cynde, "How dare you look me in the eye, then call me by my name without my respected title. Worthless brat!"
Cynde put a hand on her now red cheek.
"Well, don't just stare at me like you're brain dead child! That baby is screaming her head off!"
Cynde didn't understand what was going on, or what had happened, or even where she was. One thing was for sure though, she didn't want to get smacked by Bulma again. So she went to tend the crying baby.
"Oh Burma!" Cynde ran to Burma and picked her up, "You're alright! You're alright!"
"Mama!" Burma cried hugging her mother, "I was afwaid."
"It's s'okay now." Cynde rocked Burma, "We'll find out what happened."
"I'm still fwaid." Burma continued to hug her mom.
"It's all right, I'm here now and I won't leave you again." Cynde laid Burma in her bed and waited until she fell asleep, "I promise you."
"That's enough for tonight." Bulma said coldly.
"Wait, Bulma. I'll come in a second." Cynde talked back watching Burma sleep.
"How dare you talk back to me!" Bulma yelled then regained her cold tone, "Cinderella, come now."
Cynde still did not understand, but after a few tense moments, finally gave in and went with Bulma.
Bulma slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Bulma! What are you doing? She's afraid of the dark." Cynde exclaimed.
"Now listen here Cinderella," Bulma grabbed Cynde's hair, "I don't need some slave girl telling me how to tend to my child! Nor will I put up with my child calling someone mommy, other then me! If I ever, ever hear you call her your child or hear her call you mother again I will personally take you to Sir Vegeta!"
"That's it! You've gone to far! Nobody touches my hair!" Cynde shouted pulling her hair from Bulma. She took Bulma's keys and opened the door for Burma.
"You little witch!" Bulma slammed the door shut once more, this time forgetting to lock it. She grabbed Cynde's wrist, pulled her down the stairs and out the house. Cynde finally shook loose.
"Blast it, Bulma! I swear! I'm gonna knock you so hard, the birds flyin' 'round your head'll spin!" Cynde yelled, "Where are we?! How the heck did we get here?! I demand to know!"
Bulma stared at her angrily with fire in her eyes, "You stupid idiot! Don't play dumb with me! You've been here since before your good for nothing father died!"
Cynde frowned in a funny way, "D-Daddy's dead?"
"What are you?! Blind, child! He's been dead for years!!! What has gone wrong with you? The plague? You are a slave girl, who I am unfortunately stuck with and once Sir Vegeta is done with you I don't plan on you forgetting that!" Bulma grabbed Cynde's wrist and waved it in the air as she shouted, "Sir Vegeta! Sir Vegeta!"
"Yes Mademoiselle." Vegeta replied coming out a shack with a French accent, "Cinderellie, Cinderellie. You promised not to come back no more!"
"Back? Back for what?" Cynde returned to reality after being thrown into a daze by Vegeta's new accent.
Vegeta shook his head sadly and placed Cynde's wrist on what seemed to be wooden cuffs nailed to a table.
"Yo, yo, yo! What's up with the mid-evil cuffs?! These were only use…" Cynde turned into a pale blue.
"Don't take it personally." Vegeta turned Cynde's wrists upwards.
~ Mid-evil times, Burma's sister, slave, dead dad, evil mom, the repetitive name of Cinderella… ~ Cynde put the pieces together. ~ I couldn't be… ~
Cynde's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by I shocking pain in her wrists caused by Vegeta.
"Owe! You stupid idiot! Why the heck did you do that!?! Fool! Nasty, idiotic punk!" Cynde shouted at Vegeta, "Why can't I cuss god-Darnnet! Filthy pig! I don't know what hole you came outta, but you better go back before I kick the crud outta you!"
Vegeta and Bulma stared at her wide-eyed.
Bulma's eyes became cold once more, "You will watch your tongue."
"You will watch your tongue." Cynde repeated mocking Bulma. "Why should I? Why the heck should I?! You ain't the big, bad, boss of me! Although you may think you are, you're not! I am! I AM!" Cynde snapped forgetting all she had thought about before as she stared at her swelling wrists.
Bulma gritted her teeth, "Time for the whip."
Vegeta's eyes widened as he looked at Bulma, "…. But Mademoiselle. She is your daughter, your step daughter, but you daughter none the less!"
"How dare you relate me to this… this rat! She is a slave! Nothing more. And like all slaves can be whipped when she goes out of line." Bulma replied staring at Cynde coldly still, "I have half a mind to hit you for talking back, Sir Vegeta."
Bulma turned her cold eyes toward Vegeta. Vegeta turned blue.
"So sorry, ma'am." Vegeta bowed and got out along whip. He handed it to Bulma.
~ Slaves? Step daughter? I'm Bulma's step daughter? Well, a fine mom she is! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Is it possible that I'm in… no I couldn't be in that fairy tale. That's just stupid. ~ Cynde's thoughts were once again interrupted. This time by a slicing pain that sent a shiver and something more down Cynde's back as the whip hit her. ~ Then again, I could be wrong. ~


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Ding, dong.
"Cinderella answer the door!" Bulma shouted from her room.
"Yes, Madam Bulma." Cynde called back then mumbled, "Can't get off her high horse to answer the stinkin' door and yet draggin' me to Sir Veggie-butt is no biggie."
Cynde opened the door.
"Cynde! God am I glad to see you!" Goten jumped up and hugged Cynde's legs, "Please remember me!!!"
"Of coarse I remember you Goten! You're Son Goku's son and Son Gohan's brother." Cynde replied.
"Tell them that!" Goten cried continuing to hug Cynde's legs.
"What?" Cynde shook him off and they sat on the stoop.
Goten looked down, "It all started on the plane…
"I must've got knocked out or something, but when I woke up I was real dazed and thought we had crashed. I got a bit scared, about my family, ya know? Anyways, Gohan comes in my room… as a knight! And Videl comes in right after him and get this, she's his sister!!!"
Cynde's eyes widened, "No way!"
"Yeah," Goten nodded, "So then they say that the king has sent for me. So I go right, I'm not about to talk back to Gohan. He can kick my carcass, bad. Well, wouldn't you know it, Pan is the king's sweet lil' daughter and guess who's the king?"
"Who?" Cynde asked excited to know.
"My ol' man and Yamcha is his son. How is it that Gohan's a knight, Pan's a princess and I'm, I'm the messenger!"
"Of coarse! Of coarse! It's all clear now!" Cynde jumped up.
"What? Why I'm the messenger?" Goten looked at her puzzled, "The please tell me!"
"No not that!" Cynde looked at Goten, then kneeled down and looked him in the eye, "We're in the book. We're in baby Burma's book."
"Cinderella?" Goten looked at her then understood, "I get it. While you were reading no one else was paying attention. That's why we're the only ones who know, the only ones who can remember!"
"You are one smart kid, kid." Cynde replied smiling, then it faded. "We need to get outta here. I don't think I could survive with Bulma as my mom."
Goten snorted, "Please! You've never felt 'a mother's love' until you've had my mom on for size."
Cynde laughed, "Your mom is nothing compared to me."
Goten looked at her and pretended to laugh, "Oh, ha, ha. You're funny, ya know that?"
"Yes I am." Cynde sat back down, proud with the victory of discovering what was going on.
"Here," Goten took out an envelope from an inside pocket of his blazer, "You can either give it to Bulma and wait for that God-mother. Or not show it to Bulma at all and go without her."
"Don't be silly. I love a good challenge." Cynde grinned staring at the envelope.
"Your choice, just be there. Bye, Cynde!" Goten hopped into a coach buggy and started going off.
"Bye Goten! I mean Sir Goten! Thanks! Bye Cody! Don't let the horses give you a bad smell!" Cynde waved.
The driver (Cody) turned around and stared at Cynde wide-eyed, then got back to driving before the horses went off the road.

"Oh, mother. Do I have to go to this stupid ball?" Jaunty whined in an English accent, the story had given her.
"Yes! Prince Charming awaits a wife! That's you! You have all the qualities and *Ahem* features a man looks for in a woman!" Bulma exclaimed the letter in her hand.
"I don't want to get married!" Jaunty complained stomping her feet.
~ Ha! Jaunty's not getting married that's for sure! Not until I'm six feet tall and six feet under! ~ Cynde thought narrow-eyed as she pretended to dust.
"Men are nothing but trouble!" Jaunty continued.
"Not men with money!" Bulma said, greed hanging in her voice.
"Oh yeah, Yamcha's loaded." Cynde mumbled to herself, trying not to laugh, but snorted instead.
"What was that girl?" Bulma winced at Cynde.
"Nothing Mistress." Cynde pretended harder to dust.
Jaunty stared at Cynde, "Why can't she do it?"
"Are you dense, child? She's not even lower nobility. She's lower then dirt!" Bulma shouted, "Beasts of the wild are more well breed then her."
"Listen Missy." Cynde gritted her teeth, so angry she snapped her duster in two, "Ya might not have noticed this, but I have ears and I am standing here. I can hear ever word that comes outta your greedy money-grubbin' mouth. I'm just as qualified as any to marry Yamcha… Prince Yamcha… Prince Charming."
Cynde felt weird putting the title of Prince Charming to Yamcha. Most of the time Yamcha was anything, but charming!
"Watch your tone with me!" Bulma scolded.
"Ha! You can just kiss my you know what! I'm gettin' myself a husband. Yamcha, Prince Yamcha, Prince Charming, whatever you'd like to call'em… He's mine! I'm leaving and there's nothin' you can do to stop me neither!" Cynde walked out the door. Just as Cynde expected, Bulma didn't come after her. Bulma just stood there staring in shock. Whether it was because Cynde had stuck up for herself, said Yamcha was her husband and called him by his first name, or because she walked out the house, Cynde didn't know. To be honest, she really didn't care.

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"Noble father, this is stupid. How is someone supposed to find their one true love at a ball! One where you picked all the ladies attending, I might add." Yamcha said.
"Very good, Prince Yamcha!" Cody clapped.
Goten stared at Cody, "What are ya? A yes man? That stunk!"
"E-Excuse me?" Yamcha looked at Goten surprised. He was never told that before, well, at least he doesn't remember being told that.
"You are to up-tight, to stiff, to… polite. You need to loosen up, live on the edge, like me." Goten grinned, "I wouldn't cancel the dance, though."
"Why, messenger? What could be so great about something that gives me so much grief?" Yamcha asked curious.
"The name's Goten, Son Goten." Goten started, annoyed at being called a 'messenger'. "I wouldn't cancel it because," Goten looked around as if he was checking to see if anyone was around. Then he whispered, "There's a fine young lady named Cinderella coming."
"Come now, man! All of the young ladies are perfectly fine!" Cody interrupted not understanding.
"No I mean she's hot." Goten shook his head and thought they'd understand now.
"Does she have a fever? Or even worse the plague?" Yamcha asked concerned, "I care about my people."
"Well, if she's sick I guess she's not fine after all." Cody replied a bit confused.
"No! She's pretty! She's cute! She's gorgeous! Get the picture now!" Goten blurted.
"Oh!" Yamcha and Cody exclaimed together.
Goten rolled his eyes, "Now they get it."
"Maybe, I'll keep the ball on. You know, to check out this fine young lady." Yamcha said.
"Babe, sounds better." Goten suggested.
"Now your just confusing me! A babe is a baby, fool!" Cody exclaimed angry with all Goten's terms.
"It's fine Coach Driver Cody." Yamcha nodded, "I'll stick around to see this fine… babe. For the oddest reason, I feel quite comfortable saying those words together."
Goten lit up, "Really?! Yamcha!!! You in there!?!"
Yamcha eyed him, "I'd appreciate it messenger, if you didn't refer to me by my first name."
"Yeah, sure thing. As long as you remember my name is Goten, I'll remember you're Prince Yamcha Charming." Goten went back to normal, "Well, me and buggy boy here gotta go help Trunksy boy fix up the party."
Goten smiled, taking Cody to Trunks' headquarters.
"Yes, goodbye, Messenger Goten!" Yamcha waved.
Goten winced at him, "Just Goten."
"Right, bye Goten, Coach Driver Cody." Yamcha corrected.

"Yo, Trunks. Me and Cody have some ideas for your party." Goten charged in.
"Excuse me!" Trunks eyed Goten and Cody.
Cody got on his knees, "Please! Pardon our intrusion! Please Sir Trunks!"
Goten looked at Cody.
"Bow fool! Sir Trunks is the king's most honored director." Cody whispered to Goten narrow-eyed.
"Whatever." Goten looked at Trunks, "We got some great ideas for your ball!"
"We do?" Cody asked.
"You do?! Oh friend I'm lost for any ideas that the king will approved of!" Trunks asked forgetting all his anger.
"Yeah!" Goten nodded, "First of all we need some fly music --- I think Videl has her CDs in her suitcase, if I can find that --- and a DJ…"
"What are you talking, man?!" Trunks exclaimed puzzled.
"Ya know real music, not that weird-o violin junk. Second of all there should only be three slow dances. Those are so gross I wanna die!" Goten acted like he was gagging.
"Then why have them at all?" Cody asked.
Goten stopped, "It's important to have them if we want Yam… Prince Yamcha to fall in love with Cyn… Cinderell… Someone."
"Right. The music played by violins and obeys…" Trunks waited for Goten.
"Would be considered slow." Goten nodded, then stopped again. "Third, good food! If you dare put that black fish stuff out, I'll slap you."
Trunks looked at Goten shocked and Cody stared as well.
"Are you insane, you stupid fool!?! You can't talk to the king's director like that!" Cody snapped.
"Oh, well. I did." Goten shrugged, "We need pizza, ice-cream, nachos, fruit punch… you get the picture."
Trunks stared at him wide-eyed, "What are you talking about? Have you gone crazy, fellow gentlemen?"
"What? Oh, I know, I forgot the lighting. Don't worry that's no problem. Now, all we need is electricity and we're set." Goten added.
"Messenger friend," Cody looked at Goten with great concern, "I… I think you've lost it!"
"What?" Goten asked.
"You… need… help." Cody said slowly.
"Wait, Coach Driver Cody." Trunks cut in, "I think our mental little friend is on to something."

"Pardon our intrusion your highness." Gohan and Videl bowed.
"But we believe you are giving Sir Trunks, Messenger Goten, and Coach Driver Cody, to much freedom!" Videl complained.
"They've gone mad!" Gohan added, "You're ballroom, is no longer a ballroom, but some… some… something not even Lord Leonardo Da Vinci would think of!"
"Prince Yamcha, my son, do you have any part in this?" Goku asked.
"Yeah, brother, do have you par in this?" Pan tried to repeat.
Yamcha's eyes grew big and his pupils turned small as he slowly turned to his father, "N-n-no f-father." Yamcha shook his head, "But I believe w-we should leave them alone, f-father. They are o-only doing th-their jobs."
"What a wimp, scared of his own father." Gohan whispered, snickering to Videl.
"Well, dear brother, if the king was your father, would you not be fearful yourself?" Videl whispered back.
"No. For some reason I can imagine myself as the king's son." Gohan replied.
Videl laughed only loud enough for Gohan to hear, "For the riches no doubt."
" Ahem." Goku coughed getting the knights attention.
"Yes, King Goku." Videl and Gohan said in unison.
"I agree with my son." Goku nodded.
"But your majesty!" Gohan cried.
"What is it Sir Gohan?!" Goku asked becoming annoyed with the knight.
"They stole my collection of assorted metals and colored plastic glass!" Gohan whined. Videl tried her best not to laugh.

"Poor, Sir Gohan. I feel awful doing this to him." Trunks said.
"Don't worry. He'll feel better once we tell everyone that he owns the lights and boom box." Goten smiled adding the last touches to the radio.
"Wow, this place is amazing!" Cody awed, "It must be some act of magic!"
"Act of magic!" Goten looked up, "Forget magic! I did this all on my own, magic deserves no credit!"
"So, sorry." Cody bowed his head, "It's just that place looks so… different! So… how do you say it… cool."
"I agree." Trunks agreed.
"So when the violin dudes coming again?" Goten changed the subject as he checked the lights.
"Eight." Trunks replied amazed by the lights.
"When does this party start?" Goten asked checking everything else.
"Six." Cody answered dazed by his surroundings.
"So. One slow dance at eight, ten, and the last at 12." Goten said finished with everything.
"What of the rest of the night?" Trunks asked, "The party doesn't end 'til four."
"It really doesn't matter." Goten smiled then turned to the window, ~ I did my part Cynde-rella. The rest is up to you and don't dare blow it! I don't know how long I'll last without my TV! ~

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"Oh fairy god-mother! You can come out now! I won't be cryin' anytime soon!" Cynde called in the woods.
"Cinderella! What are you doing?" Chi-chi appeared.
"Wuh, Chi-chi! You're my fairy god-mother?" Cynde looked at Chi-chi wide-eyed then muttered, "Well, that was unsuspected."
"Listen, kid. The crying I let go, wake me up during my nap with your shouts, okay. But the least you can do is leave me dignity and let me introduce myself!" Chi-chi said in the tone of voice she has when she's about to yell at Gohan, then laughed.
"Sorry." Cynde looked down.
"Quite all right." Chi-chi nodded still smiling, "Now, I must get you ready for the ball!"
"Yup, and if you even try and fix me up with one of those puffy dresses that make your butt look five times the size of the rest of you, I'll cut off your wings. Once I'm done with that I'll tear them to shreds right in front of you." Cynde exclaimed narrow-eyed.
"A violent one, now aren't we." Chi-chi turned blue, then regained her color, "Don't worry. I never liked those anyway."
Chi-chi waved her wand making sparks of magic fly out. Cynde spun around and wound up with a short red dress above the knee. It had a added on hooded cloak with a cute little basket and pigtails.
"Oops." Chi-chi laughed, "Wrong story."
"Wait. The dress and cloak are nice, it's just the rest that has to go. Oh and NO pigtails!" Cynde said.
"Demands, demands, what ever happened to the days when they liked what they were given." Chi-chi complained.
"Sorry, those days have been gone quite sometime now." Cynde nodded.
Chi-chi waved her wand around once more. The dress and cloak turn light blue and the basket turned into a light blue miniature book bag. Cynde's hair was pulled back into a gorgeous bun with glitter all around and of coarse, how could I forget, the glass slippers. Only they're not quite slippers, more like dancing platforms. Cynde's face lit up as she looked at her outfit.
"You like it." Chi-chi smiled proud, "Now for the coach…"
"I was kinda thinkin' about that. Instead of going through all the trouble of getting mice and stuff, why don't you just turn the pumpkin into… I don't know, a convertible?" Cynde suggested.
"Oi. Fine!" Chi-chi turned a giant pumpkin into a white convertible, "Anything else your highness?"
"Ha, ha." Cynde faked, then said, "Could it be baby blue?"
Chi-chi waved her wand one last time and the car changed colors, "Are we happy now?"
"Yep! Thanks!" Cynde jumped in.
"Oh yeah, you have to be back at twelve-thirty if you don't get the prince to fall-in-love with you and say it." Chi-chi explained.
"Isn't it I have to be back by twelve period?" Cynde asked.
"Well, if you want it that way…"
"No, this way's fine! Wish me luck! See ya!" Cynde sped off.
"Yes, good luck. Ja Ne!" Chi-chi waved, "Crazy little speed demon."

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"Great, only a half an hour left until the party." Yamcha exclaimed relieved.
"Hold on. You're not going in that, are ya?" Goten stopped him staring at his clothes.
"You know," Yamcha started becoming very annoyed with all Goten's comments, "I believe messengers are paid to deliver messages!"
"Well, you thought wrong. I'm not getting paid for my services." Goten talked back.
"That's not what I meant!" Yamcha complained.
"I know, but in that outfit… you look like a… prince…"
"I am a prince." Yamcha replied.
"A cross dressing prince? What man in his right mind goes to a dance in tights? What man in his right mind wears tights?!" Goten exclaimed. All the men in the room stopped and looked at Goten.
"O-kay." Goten said slowly looking at all the staring eyes. Then turned to Yamcha, "Well, don't be like these commoners. This is your night and you need to look as cool as cool can be."
"Well then, messenger, you seem to know a lot. What should I wear then? Hmm, know it all?!" Yamcha asked annoyed.
"Something, that looks like mine, but not the same thing. It'll ruin my style and yours." Goten was in black slacks, black shoes, navy blue shirt, and a black blazer.
"Perfect. Come my sister can sew anything!" Yamcha started walking down the hall.
"Pan… I mean Princess Pan!?! She's only two years old!" Goten yelled wide-eyed with disbelief.
"You under estimate the power of a child, even more the power of a girl." Yamcha replied not turning around.
"Whatever." Goten ran after Yamcha, "I've gotta see this!"
Twenty-five minutes later Yamcha came out with white slacks, white open blazer, black shirt and white shoes.
"We are ready." Goten whispered to himself.