Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is owned by Akira Toriyama, not me. did you really
think I owned DBZ? Dumbass.
A/N: The third installment of this series about the Z senshi and the ol' happy plant. Don't ask me why Dr. Gero is alive. I said this didn't have to make sense. I didn't get many suggestions about who should be the next victim, so I decided to use my mother's (yes, my mother) idea and use Gero. Enjoy!
"Subject appears to be smoking an unidentified herbal matter." The doctor said into the small tape recorder. "I will now go in for a closer look."
Dr. Gero left the bush he was hiding in and crept through the woods toward Goten and Trunks, who were sitting in a field, smoking a joint. When ha came within ten feet, he stopped and hid in another bush.
"Hey, Goten...." Trunks said in a long, drawn out voice, "I am soooo stoned, man."
"Yeah." Goten said. "Me too, Trunks." They both sat back silently on the grass, staring at the clouds.
"Subjects appear to be very calmed by the smoking ritual." Gero said into his recorder very softly. "The herb seems to be a depressant of some sort." The doctor looked at them again. "This must be a powerful herb indeed, for these demi-saiyajin are very calm. Normally, they would be jumping about, sparring or just playing. But today they lie motionless on the grass, not moving at all."
"Hey, Trunks, look at that cloud!"
"Which one?"
"That one right there!" Goten pointed. "It looks like Piccolo!"
Trunks screwed up his face, staring, and then burst out laughing. "It DOES!"
"The two boys seem to be very happy, as if they are experiencing a very pleasant sensation." Gero stared at the boys. "I will now risk contact..." but the doctor never got his chance, as Trunks jumped up suddenly.
"Goten! We have to be home by five, remember! It's almost five thirty now!"
"Oh, no! Let's go, quick!" Goten yelled, and the boys flew off in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph." Gero grunted. "It appears my search has been interrupted. I will have to continue anoth.... hello, what's this?" he looked out into the clearing. "It seems they left some sort of box. Now what can it be?"
He walked into the clearing, over too a small shoe box. He looked over it briefly, then opened it. "It seems to be five rolls of paper. No, wait, they are packed full of the herb that the boys were smoking." He looked at the joints thoughtfully for a minute. "I will take these back to my laboratory where I may study them. This could prove to be a very effective weapon against the saiyajin."
Back at the lab....
Gero looked thoughtfully at the rolls of herb. He had tried every test he could think of, but could come up with nothing but large amounts of a chemical called THC. He knew he had heard the term before, but it wasn't in any of his databases as having any kind of ill effect. He could not figure it out.
"It seems that the herb is a recent discovery that was made after I began construction of the androids. My computer has no data at all on the chemical THC." He looked thoughtfully at the joints for a few seconds.
"I believe," he began after a pause, "that the only way to test the potency of this drug is to use it on myself. I will smoke these paper rolls, and record the effect. I am confident that my android body will overcome any toxins in the herb."
Thirty minutes later....
Dr. Gero sat in a chair, staring at the fluorescent lighting fixture in his lab, as he had been for the past half hour. Slowly he brought the recorder up.
"I feel very strange. My body feels as if it's floating, but still rather heavy. Everything seems to be much more beautiful than it was before. I seem to understand why the saiyajin were so relaxed."
He paused for another long while. Then he looked around his lab at all the spare parts, pieces of the androids, among other machinery.
"I have a wonderful idea. I think I may begin construction of a new android, or maybe even two..."
one month later...
"Yes! It is finished!" Gero yelled in triumph, taking a drag of the synthetic pot his computer had manufactured to his specifications. "My new androids are finished! My greatest work is complete!"
An android sat up off one table. He had a black mustache, and he looked like he was going bald on the top, a little. But it was hidden by a stocking cap. He wore baggy brown pants that were held by suspenders, and a yellow T-shirt.
"Hello android Cheech!" Gero said kindly.
"Hey, man what gives?" Android Cheech said in a thick mexican accent. "Why you got me up on this table, homes?"
"Whoah, hey man..." another android sat up. This one had a matted beard and black hair tied with a bandanna. He wore a vest and a pair of torn jeans. "I kinda got a buzz. Whoa, is that grass, man?" he said, spying the joint in Gero's hand.
"Ah, yes, Android Chong. Welcome to the world. I am your creator, Dr. Gero."
"Hey, this is bogus, homes. Pass the joint, man!" android Cheech yelled at Gero.
"What?" Gero said defensively. "No, this is mine! You must get your own!"
"Hey... Hey, man that's not cool." Android chong said. "Gimme the grass."
"NO! IT'S MINE I SAY!!"
with that, android Chong kicked off Gero's head, and took the joint from his hand.
"Hey, homes, let's get outta here. This is lame." Android Cheech said.
"Yeah, sure thing man." Android Chong answered. They both walked out of the cave, but on the way out, Android Chong stopped to put out his roach on the severed head of Dr. Gero.
That's it for this time. Should I continue? I'm trying to decide if I should have Cheech and Chong in any other chapters or not. It would be funny to see how they interact with the z senshi! Send me your comments, your flames, your death threats. If I don't get at least four reviews for this chapter, I probably won't continue. If no one's reading it, why bother?
Ja ne!
-Arda the Vampyre
A/N: The third installment of this series about the Z senshi and the ol' happy plant. Don't ask me why Dr. Gero is alive. I said this didn't have to make sense. I didn't get many suggestions about who should be the next victim, so I decided to use my mother's (yes, my mother) idea and use Gero. Enjoy!
"Subject appears to be smoking an unidentified herbal matter." The doctor said into the small tape recorder. "I will now go in for a closer look."
Dr. Gero left the bush he was hiding in and crept through the woods toward Goten and Trunks, who were sitting in a field, smoking a joint. When ha came within ten feet, he stopped and hid in another bush.
"Hey, Goten...." Trunks said in a long, drawn out voice, "I am soooo stoned, man."
"Yeah." Goten said. "Me too, Trunks." They both sat back silently on the grass, staring at the clouds.
"Subjects appear to be very calmed by the smoking ritual." Gero said into his recorder very softly. "The herb seems to be a depressant of some sort." The doctor looked at them again. "This must be a powerful herb indeed, for these demi-saiyajin are very calm. Normally, they would be jumping about, sparring or just playing. But today they lie motionless on the grass, not moving at all."
"Hey, Trunks, look at that cloud!"
"Which one?"
"That one right there!" Goten pointed. "It looks like Piccolo!"
Trunks screwed up his face, staring, and then burst out laughing. "It DOES!"
"The two boys seem to be very happy, as if they are experiencing a very pleasant sensation." Gero stared at the boys. "I will now risk contact..." but the doctor never got his chance, as Trunks jumped up suddenly.
"Goten! We have to be home by five, remember! It's almost five thirty now!"
"Oh, no! Let's go, quick!" Goten yelled, and the boys flew off in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph." Gero grunted. "It appears my search has been interrupted. I will have to continue anoth.... hello, what's this?" he looked out into the clearing. "It seems they left some sort of box. Now what can it be?"
He walked into the clearing, over too a small shoe box. He looked over it briefly, then opened it. "It seems to be five rolls of paper. No, wait, they are packed full of the herb that the boys were smoking." He looked at the joints thoughtfully for a minute. "I will take these back to my laboratory where I may study them. This could prove to be a very effective weapon against the saiyajin."
Back at the lab....
Gero looked thoughtfully at the rolls of herb. He had tried every test he could think of, but could come up with nothing but large amounts of a chemical called THC. He knew he had heard the term before, but it wasn't in any of his databases as having any kind of ill effect. He could not figure it out.
"It seems that the herb is a recent discovery that was made after I began construction of the androids. My computer has no data at all on the chemical THC." He looked thoughtfully at the joints for a few seconds.
"I believe," he began after a pause, "that the only way to test the potency of this drug is to use it on myself. I will smoke these paper rolls, and record the effect. I am confident that my android body will overcome any toxins in the herb."
Thirty minutes later....
Dr. Gero sat in a chair, staring at the fluorescent lighting fixture in his lab, as he had been for the past half hour. Slowly he brought the recorder up.
"I feel very strange. My body feels as if it's floating, but still rather heavy. Everything seems to be much more beautiful than it was before. I seem to understand why the saiyajin were so relaxed."
He paused for another long while. Then he looked around his lab at all the spare parts, pieces of the androids, among other machinery.
"I have a wonderful idea. I think I may begin construction of a new android, or maybe even two..."
one month later...
"Yes! It is finished!" Gero yelled in triumph, taking a drag of the synthetic pot his computer had manufactured to his specifications. "My new androids are finished! My greatest work is complete!"
An android sat up off one table. He had a black mustache, and he looked like he was going bald on the top, a little. But it was hidden by a stocking cap. He wore baggy brown pants that were held by suspenders, and a yellow T-shirt.
"Hello android Cheech!" Gero said kindly.
"Hey, man what gives?" Android Cheech said in a thick mexican accent. "Why you got me up on this table, homes?"
"Whoah, hey man..." another android sat up. This one had a matted beard and black hair tied with a bandanna. He wore a vest and a pair of torn jeans. "I kinda got a buzz. Whoa, is that grass, man?" he said, spying the joint in Gero's hand.
"Ah, yes, Android Chong. Welcome to the world. I am your creator, Dr. Gero."
"Hey, this is bogus, homes. Pass the joint, man!" android Cheech yelled at Gero.
"What?" Gero said defensively. "No, this is mine! You must get your own!"
"Hey... Hey, man that's not cool." Android chong said. "Gimme the grass."
"NO! IT'S MINE I SAY!!"
with that, android Chong kicked off Gero's head, and took the joint from his hand.
"Hey, homes, let's get outta here. This is lame." Android Cheech said.
"Yeah, sure thing man." Android Chong answered. They both walked out of the cave, but on the way out, Android Chong stopped to put out his roach on the severed head of Dr. Gero.
That's it for this time. Should I continue? I'm trying to decide if I should have Cheech and Chong in any other chapters or not. It would be funny to see how they interact with the z senshi! Send me your comments, your flames, your death threats. If I don't get at least four reviews for this chapter, I probably won't continue. If no one's reading it, why bother?
Ja ne!
-Arda the Vampyre