Goku looked at the shiny object in front of him. It was shiny, almost golden, and had tiny spots on it. Could this be one of the magical Dragon Balls, the objects prophesised to grant one's wish? He sincerely hoped so. He had wanted one of those things called bicycles, whatever they were. He had seen one in one of Krillin's girly magazines. They looked interesting.
He tipped his head to the side. It certainly looked like a Dragon Ball. There was a certain quality to it, it looked ancient and old. It looked like it had been sitting somewhere for centuries and centuries. It looked like it had been rubbed and shined for centuries, too. Even though it had a shiny exterior, it felt like it had been around for centuries.
Krillin had once said that only people serious about martial arts shaved their head. Maybe this Dragon Ball had once been hairy, like a dog? Or a cat? And it had decided that it wanted a more serious personality and shaved itself? … Then again, maybe not.
"What're you doing there, boy?" The Dragon Ball turned, and an old, bearded face appeared.
Goku jumped back, startled, and fell on his behind.
… Then again, the Dragon Ball might be Master Roshi's head.
A/N:
Hahaha. Don't kill me, please. I had to do this. (feel free to review and say that it's stupid, because I already know that, and it's fun to hear people complain about pointless things.) Please R/R, because I want to know how many people were fooled into believing what Goku saw. ^^