****A/N: Thanks Krissanya, for being my first and only reviewer as of
yet... *pouts*
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC... yadda yadda...
Oh! If anybody wonders, thoughts are in between these "{ }" and visions will come between these "". This "( )" is me interrupting. A computer's voice will be between these, " ' ' ". A change of POV will be "*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*". Scene changes will be "*". Okay? ****
Disclaimer: While I do not own DBZ, I do own this idea... so... *thumbs nose at lawyers*
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"THE WAR WE CALL RELAXATION: By: Brad AND Vega"
"It's a nice relaxing day. A day we can sit in the sun watching Kakkarot and Vegeta (Jr.) attempt to kill each other. In fact, that's what we're doing right now." Vega began the narration.
The camera pans showing that everybody is sprawled in the grass watching as Goku and Vegeta warm up getting ready for their sparring match.
Brad speaks, "Before long, all of these viewers will be running for cover, as the battle unfolds."
"Ooh, that has got to hurt. It seems that ChiChi and Bulma are having their own dispute on the side as their mates have it out in the air!" Vega said almost cheerfully.
Brad chuckled, "It's hard to say who will win in either case. Kakkarot and Vegeta (Jr.) are rather evenly matched these days, as are Bulma and ChiChi. Their mates have taken to training them recently."
Vega cut in, "And look at the hair fly!"
Over the speaker could be heard the voices of ChiChi and Bulma, screaming over whose husband was stronger.
"Wow," said Brad, "just look at them go!"
"No kidding..." said Vega, then, "Oops. Looks like Kakkarot and Vegeta (Jr.) have stopped their match..."
"They seem to be placing bets on who is going to win."
"ChiChi has the greater experience, but Bulma appears to be stronger. Their tempers are equal. Who do you think is going to win, Brad?"
"I'd say... ChiChi."
"Then I'll side with Bulma."
The music that had been playing in the background changed from "Kung Fu Fighting" to "Smack My Bitch Up". Many of those who had been watching the fights started laughing uncontrollably.
Brad and Vega sounded like they were choking on laughter.
Brad started up again with the narration, "And Bulma has ChiChi by the hair in the dreaded 'Hair-Lock'... And ChiChi appears to be countering with a bad case of..."
"Flatulence," concluded Vega. "If this keeps up, ChiChi is bound to be the winner... And I'll lose the bet... Could someone give that girl some Gas- X?"
"And ChiChi appears to have broken the lock, tossing Bulma into a pool of conveniently placed water... How'd that get there?" Brad sounds a bit startled.
"You know, Brad?" asked Vega.
"What?"
"This kind of reminds me of lunch... only not as vicious."
They stayed quiet for a moment before Brad said, "And that's all for today. Remember to join us next time for..."
"Shut up, you idiot... We don't have a name for the show yet!"
"..."
**** End of Tape Two. Watch next time as Brad and Vega comment on "the pantsing episode"... "The War We Call Hyper-Activity".
If you happen to have any idea who these two psychos are, feel free to tell me... And, if you happen to guess... please leave your email address.
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC... yadda yadda...
Oh! If anybody wonders, thoughts are in between these "{ }" and visions will come between these "". This "( )" is me interrupting. A computer's voice will be between these, " ' ' ". A change of POV will be "*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*". Scene changes will be "*". Okay? ****
Disclaimer: While I do not own DBZ, I do own this idea... so... *thumbs nose at lawyers*
*
"THE WAR WE CALL RELAXATION: By: Brad AND Vega"
"It's a nice relaxing day. A day we can sit in the sun watching Kakkarot and Vegeta (Jr.) attempt to kill each other. In fact, that's what we're doing right now." Vega began the narration.
The camera pans showing that everybody is sprawled in the grass watching as Goku and Vegeta warm up getting ready for their sparring match.
Brad speaks, "Before long, all of these viewers will be running for cover, as the battle unfolds."
"Ooh, that has got to hurt. It seems that ChiChi and Bulma are having their own dispute on the side as their mates have it out in the air!" Vega said almost cheerfully.
Brad chuckled, "It's hard to say who will win in either case. Kakkarot and Vegeta (Jr.) are rather evenly matched these days, as are Bulma and ChiChi. Their mates have taken to training them recently."
Vega cut in, "And look at the hair fly!"
Over the speaker could be heard the voices of ChiChi and Bulma, screaming over whose husband was stronger.
"Wow," said Brad, "just look at them go!"
"No kidding..." said Vega, then, "Oops. Looks like Kakkarot and Vegeta (Jr.) have stopped their match..."
"They seem to be placing bets on who is going to win."
"ChiChi has the greater experience, but Bulma appears to be stronger. Their tempers are equal. Who do you think is going to win, Brad?"
"I'd say... ChiChi."
"Then I'll side with Bulma."
The music that had been playing in the background changed from "Kung Fu Fighting" to "Smack My Bitch Up". Many of those who had been watching the fights started laughing uncontrollably.
Brad and Vega sounded like they were choking on laughter.
Brad started up again with the narration, "And Bulma has ChiChi by the hair in the dreaded 'Hair-Lock'... And ChiChi appears to be countering with a bad case of..."
"Flatulence," concluded Vega. "If this keeps up, ChiChi is bound to be the winner... And I'll lose the bet... Could someone give that girl some Gas- X?"
"And ChiChi appears to have broken the lock, tossing Bulma into a pool of conveniently placed water... How'd that get there?" Brad sounds a bit startled.
"You know, Brad?" asked Vega.
"What?"
"This kind of reminds me of lunch... only not as vicious."
They stayed quiet for a moment before Brad said, "And that's all for today. Remember to join us next time for..."
"Shut up, you idiot... We don't have a name for the show yet!"
"..."
**** End of Tape Two. Watch next time as Brad and Vega comment on "the pantsing episode"... "The War We Call Hyper-Activity".
If you happen to have any idea who these two psychos are, feel free to tell me... And, if you happen to guess... please leave your email address.
