1 Last time, on Quest for the Key…
Piccolo Raper eyed him. "You seem familiar…"
The hooded stranger sweat-dropped.
Desert Dweller nodded. "Yeah…you're right! He is familiar somehow…"
Suddenly, Piccolo Raper charged forward and slashed out her blade, cutting the robe, clean off the tall creepy figure…
Everyone present gasped at the sight…
There stood Goku, smiling sheepishly with a voice distorter in one hand…and a set of keys in the other.
*******
All hell broke loose.
Eight leather clad feminine bodies hurled straight at Goku, who turned deathly pale right before being swallowed in the press of bodies. A strangled scream was all he had time for. Dust was kicked up from the floor, obscuring the combatants completely. All that could be seen was the occasional hand, foot, knee, elbow or head. Above it all was Goku's hand, desperately clutching the keys.
Piccolo's mouth hung open in reluctant fascination as he watched the women fight to get to the keys. "Aren't you going to try your luck?" he asked Hana, who had remained at his side.
"Have you lost your mind?!?" she yelped, eyes wide at her friends' display of female aggression. "Besides, if I jumped in, you'd have to come along for the ride. Do you REALLY want in the middle of that?" Her smirk rivaled those that Vegeta was famed for.
"Good point," Piccolo muttered, sweatdropping.
"Besides…" Hana said thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes in an effort to get a good look at the keys Goku was struggling to keep possession of. "Those keys look really familiar…" Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on her hips and let out a bellow worthy of ChiChi herself. "STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!!!"
The free-for-all in the middle of the corridor came to an immediate halt, combatants locked in mid-blow. NaK and PR were grasping each others' throats, teeth bared in feral snarls. Sabrina had Desert Dweller down on the floor, straddling her back. Mia was wrapped around one of Goku's thick legs and was attempting to climb upward. Sherri and Demon Lover were in headlocks, struggling for control. Utena was dangling from Goku's raised arm, both hands digging into his beefy bicep.
"Ooh…" Utena said, dropping from Goku's arm. "The Voice…"
Sab gave Hana a sly wink and stood up, offering a hand to Desert Dweller and pulling her to her feet. The Voice was a technique that only an elite group of specially trained women could pull off, namely those with children.
Goku shuddered as Hana walked up to him, giving him a cross glare. She held out her hand, waiting, eyes never leaving his. Goku's dark head bowed sheepishly and surrendered the keys to Hana.
"Now just a freakin' minute!!" PR said, incensed. "What is this shit?!?!"
"She's scary as ChiChi," Goku muttered, hiding behind Mia.
Hana held up the keys, looking at them closely. NaK made a swipe for them but Hana pulled them away quickly. "These are MY keys!" Hana said, letting out an angry growl. "Look, this is my Piccolo keychain!" She then began sorting through the keys on the ring. "This is the key to my room. And this key unlocks my gun cabinet. And this one…" Everyone leaned forward with baited breath, anticipating an end to their quest at last. "This is the key to my beloved '66 Mustang…" She sighed happily at the thought of her car. Everyone facefaulted.
"So, where's the key to the handcuffs?" Sherri asked, pushing back up to her feet.
Hana blinked. "I don't know. I don't keep stuff like that on my keychain." Her face darkened as she thought of something. "How did Goku get my keys in the first place?" All eyes turned to the Saiyajin warrior.
Goku laughed nervously, scratching at his head. "Would you believe, I found them lying on the ground outside?"
"No," Hana snapped. "I wouldn't, because this is my SPARE set of keys and I keep them in my underwear drawer in my bedroom!"
"Eeeeww!!" PR said, miming gagging. "Too much information, Hana!" The others nodded in agreement.
Hana's face, pale to begin with, turned even more white. "Wait a minute. You've been in my bedroom. In my dresser. Pawing through my lingerie???"
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Goku asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a scrap of black material and daubing at his damp forehead.
"Give me that, you brain dead idiot!" Piccolo snapped, snatching the item out of Goku's limp fingers. It unfurled from his fingertips to reveal itself as a pair of black silk high cut panties. His mouth fell open and a purplish tinge colored his high cheekbones. He quickly stuffed the offending article of clothing into his pocket.
"Those—are—my—panties!!!" Hana stammered, a disturbing gleam coming into her eyes. She was trembling from head to toe, hands opening and closing.
"Uh-oh…" Sab muttered, taking a few slow steps away from Goku. "She's blown a synapse." Utena and Mia clung to each other in terror, eyes glued on their fellow writer.
Sherri leaned over to NaK and whispered. "Bet you ten bucks she kicks Goku's ass."
"No way," NaK said, shaking her head. "Goku's a level 3 Super Saiyajin. He can take her."
"I don't know," Demon Lover said, eyeing Hana's red face. "She sure looks ticked!"
"ECHII!!!" Hana bellowed, launching herself at a petrified Goku. Piccolo let out a yelp as he was dragged along. Goku was apologizing at the top of his lungs, running in place as she landed on him. "Rassin' frassin' no good perverted man!" The stream of creative invectives had the reluctant audience enthralled.
"That's a good one," PR mumbled, pulling a small notebook and a pen out of nowhere and jotting down a few of her favorites. Utena and Mia had their hands over their ears, trying not to listen. Sab was leaning against the wall, tears streaming from her eyes as she bellowed with laughter. Sherri and NaK were snickering like a pair of hyenas, arms around each others shoulders.
Desert Dweller looked over at Demon Lover. "What have we gotten ourselves into?!" she asked in a worried tone of voice. "These people are insane!"
"Yeah," Demon Lover said, watching the brawl. "But it's kinda fun."
Piccolo couldn't help but to grin as Hana laid into Goku. The Saiyajin warrior yelped and covered his head as she pummeled him mercilessly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he shrieked again and again.
PR fell to the floor, giggling hysterically. "Goku sounds like a lil' bitch!!"
Utena whimpered slightly, chewing on her knuckle as she watched Hana beat on Goku. "Hana-okaa-san's scary…" Mia nodded in agreement.
Piccolo sighed, seeing it was up to him to control the crowd. "Okay, Hana, enough. I think he's got the point." He wrapped his free arm around her waist, ignoring her struggles to get loose. He raised his voice slightly, addressing the others. "It's obvious that the keys aren't down here. Let's go back up top and think this over." He sweatdropped slightly at the rapt faces staring at him.
"What about Perv Boy here?" NaK asked, nudging the prone Goku with a toe.
Piccolo frowned, slightly, earning a sigh from Sab and Sherri. "Well, hell, I guess we can't leave him here." Hana started struggling again, and Piccolo tossed her over his shoulder.
"Lucky hag…" PR muttered, Desert Dweller and Demon Lover nodding in agreement.
"C'mon, Goku," Mia said, pulling the dazed warrior to his feet. "Utena and I'll help you upstairs."
"I say we let Sab and PR have him," Hana muttered crossly, glaring at him. "Let them toss him into the Dungeon for about a month."
Goku gave her a blank look. "I guess I shouldn't mention the pictures then, huh?" he asked no-one in particular.
Piccolo and Hana stiffened. "Pictures?" Piccolo asked, a deep growl in his voice. "What pictures?"
Goku looked even blanker. "Did I say that out loud??" he wondered. Mia and Utena eased away from him, sensing that the shit was about to hit the fan. And they didn't want to be caught in the splatter radius.
What could Goku possibly have pictures of? Why did Hana and Piccolo look so upset? Will Goku get his ass kicked again? Tune in next time for the next exciting chapter of "Quest for the Key"!!
Piccolo Raper eyed him. "You seem familiar…"
The hooded stranger sweat-dropped.
Desert Dweller nodded. "Yeah…you're right! He is familiar somehow…"
Suddenly, Piccolo Raper charged forward and slashed out her blade, cutting the robe, clean off the tall creepy figure…
Everyone present gasped at the sight…
There stood Goku, smiling sheepishly with a voice distorter in one hand…and a set of keys in the other.
*******
All hell broke loose.
Eight leather clad feminine bodies hurled straight at Goku, who turned deathly pale right before being swallowed in the press of bodies. A strangled scream was all he had time for. Dust was kicked up from the floor, obscuring the combatants completely. All that could be seen was the occasional hand, foot, knee, elbow or head. Above it all was Goku's hand, desperately clutching the keys.
Piccolo's mouth hung open in reluctant fascination as he watched the women fight to get to the keys. "Aren't you going to try your luck?" he asked Hana, who had remained at his side.
"Have you lost your mind?!?" she yelped, eyes wide at her friends' display of female aggression. "Besides, if I jumped in, you'd have to come along for the ride. Do you REALLY want in the middle of that?" Her smirk rivaled those that Vegeta was famed for.
"Good point," Piccolo muttered, sweatdropping.
"Besides…" Hana said thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes in an effort to get a good look at the keys Goku was struggling to keep possession of. "Those keys look really familiar…" Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on her hips and let out a bellow worthy of ChiChi herself. "STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!!!"
The free-for-all in the middle of the corridor came to an immediate halt, combatants locked in mid-blow. NaK and PR were grasping each others' throats, teeth bared in feral snarls. Sabrina had Desert Dweller down on the floor, straddling her back. Mia was wrapped around one of Goku's thick legs and was attempting to climb upward. Sherri and Demon Lover were in headlocks, struggling for control. Utena was dangling from Goku's raised arm, both hands digging into his beefy bicep.
"Ooh…" Utena said, dropping from Goku's arm. "The Voice…"
Sab gave Hana a sly wink and stood up, offering a hand to Desert Dweller and pulling her to her feet. The Voice was a technique that only an elite group of specially trained women could pull off, namely those with children.
Goku shuddered as Hana walked up to him, giving him a cross glare. She held out her hand, waiting, eyes never leaving his. Goku's dark head bowed sheepishly and surrendered the keys to Hana.
"Now just a freakin' minute!!" PR said, incensed. "What is this shit?!?!"
"She's scary as ChiChi," Goku muttered, hiding behind Mia.
Hana held up the keys, looking at them closely. NaK made a swipe for them but Hana pulled them away quickly. "These are MY keys!" Hana said, letting out an angry growl. "Look, this is my Piccolo keychain!" She then began sorting through the keys on the ring. "This is the key to my room. And this key unlocks my gun cabinet. And this one…" Everyone leaned forward with baited breath, anticipating an end to their quest at last. "This is the key to my beloved '66 Mustang…" She sighed happily at the thought of her car. Everyone facefaulted.
"So, where's the key to the handcuffs?" Sherri asked, pushing back up to her feet.
Hana blinked. "I don't know. I don't keep stuff like that on my keychain." Her face darkened as she thought of something. "How did Goku get my keys in the first place?" All eyes turned to the Saiyajin warrior.
Goku laughed nervously, scratching at his head. "Would you believe, I found them lying on the ground outside?"
"No," Hana snapped. "I wouldn't, because this is my SPARE set of keys and I keep them in my underwear drawer in my bedroom!"
"Eeeeww!!" PR said, miming gagging. "Too much information, Hana!" The others nodded in agreement.
Hana's face, pale to begin with, turned even more white. "Wait a minute. You've been in my bedroom. In my dresser. Pawing through my lingerie???"
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Goku asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a scrap of black material and daubing at his damp forehead.
"Give me that, you brain dead idiot!" Piccolo snapped, snatching the item out of Goku's limp fingers. It unfurled from his fingertips to reveal itself as a pair of black silk high cut panties. His mouth fell open and a purplish tinge colored his high cheekbones. He quickly stuffed the offending article of clothing into his pocket.
"Those—are—my—panties!!!" Hana stammered, a disturbing gleam coming into her eyes. She was trembling from head to toe, hands opening and closing.
"Uh-oh…" Sab muttered, taking a few slow steps away from Goku. "She's blown a synapse." Utena and Mia clung to each other in terror, eyes glued on their fellow writer.
Sherri leaned over to NaK and whispered. "Bet you ten bucks she kicks Goku's ass."
"No way," NaK said, shaking her head. "Goku's a level 3 Super Saiyajin. He can take her."
"I don't know," Demon Lover said, eyeing Hana's red face. "She sure looks ticked!"
"ECHII!!!" Hana bellowed, launching herself at a petrified Goku. Piccolo let out a yelp as he was dragged along. Goku was apologizing at the top of his lungs, running in place as she landed on him. "Rassin' frassin' no good perverted man!" The stream of creative invectives had the reluctant audience enthralled.
"That's a good one," PR mumbled, pulling a small notebook and a pen out of nowhere and jotting down a few of her favorites. Utena and Mia had their hands over their ears, trying not to listen. Sab was leaning against the wall, tears streaming from her eyes as she bellowed with laughter. Sherri and NaK were snickering like a pair of hyenas, arms around each others shoulders.
Desert Dweller looked over at Demon Lover. "What have we gotten ourselves into?!" she asked in a worried tone of voice. "These people are insane!"
"Yeah," Demon Lover said, watching the brawl. "But it's kinda fun."
Piccolo couldn't help but to grin as Hana laid into Goku. The Saiyajin warrior yelped and covered his head as she pummeled him mercilessly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he shrieked again and again.
PR fell to the floor, giggling hysterically. "Goku sounds like a lil' bitch!!"
Utena whimpered slightly, chewing on her knuckle as she watched Hana beat on Goku. "Hana-okaa-san's scary…" Mia nodded in agreement.
Piccolo sighed, seeing it was up to him to control the crowd. "Okay, Hana, enough. I think he's got the point." He wrapped his free arm around her waist, ignoring her struggles to get loose. He raised his voice slightly, addressing the others. "It's obvious that the keys aren't down here. Let's go back up top and think this over." He sweatdropped slightly at the rapt faces staring at him.
"What about Perv Boy here?" NaK asked, nudging the prone Goku with a toe.
Piccolo frowned, slightly, earning a sigh from Sab and Sherri. "Well, hell, I guess we can't leave him here." Hana started struggling again, and Piccolo tossed her over his shoulder.
"Lucky hag…" PR muttered, Desert Dweller and Demon Lover nodding in agreement.
"C'mon, Goku," Mia said, pulling the dazed warrior to his feet. "Utena and I'll help you upstairs."
"I say we let Sab and PR have him," Hana muttered crossly, glaring at him. "Let them toss him into the Dungeon for about a month."
Goku gave her a blank look. "I guess I shouldn't mention the pictures then, huh?" he asked no-one in particular.
Piccolo and Hana stiffened. "Pictures?" Piccolo asked, a deep growl in his voice. "What pictures?"
Goku looked even blanker. "Did I say that out loud??" he wondered. Mia and Utena eased away from him, sensing that the shit was about to hit the fan. And they didn't want to be caught in the splatter radius.
What could Goku possibly have pictures of? Why did Hana and Piccolo look so upset? Will Goku get his ass kicked again? Tune in next time for the next exciting chapter of "Quest for the Key"!!