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"Yes you do, tell the truth."
You can't handle the truth.
"Try me."
Fine. I type naked. But I don't own DB/Z/GT. I
haven't and won't receive money for my writing either. But I do
collect anime, so send it on over.
PS: I don't type naked. Or do I? HAHAHAHHAHAAHA
Vegeta: You're pathetic!
Me: Shut up. You killed Earth's greatest hero, or did you? MUWAHAHA
'War, hu!' (The hu is for the fight noise. And you know the song.)
Gohan woke in a cozy warm bed. The room was very small, almost too small. Somehow, a bed and end table got through the small door. The walls were painted white, or perhaps just primed. Gohan smelled the fresh walls, it made him nauseous. I better get out of here.
He slid to a stand at the head of the bed, but unfortunately when he glanced around the room, he hadn't noticed the ceiling. The blades smacked into his head and cracked into pieces. The black haired Gohan looked up at the revolving fan, or what was left of it.
"Aw man, I'm going to have to replace it."
Gohan crouched down in the low room and inched out of the building. The small one room structure was located in a forest clearing. About 100 yards in all directions were thick trees and bushes. Gohan listened, but could only here the sound of mortars in the distance. "How the hell did I get here?" Gohan asked himself.
"I took you here." An elderly voice announced.
Gohan turned around and looked for a body to go with the voice.
"Down here." The man said again. Gohan glanced below his current line of sight and found a shriveled man, standing only three feet in stature. He looks human enough Gohan thought.
"I found you outside your space craft. It was badly burnt, but I put the remaining fire out. When I finished, you were in bad condition."
"I here mortars in the background."
"Yes, there is a righteous war going on here. My people were attacked years back, and with all of our technology our armies lasted only weeks. "
"Weeks? How many of you are left?"
"Only a couple hundred. We have cities set up with special barriers that those monsters can't get through."
"Why would they attack you?"
"Most people would like to say that it is because they are beasts, but I know differently. We made them hide in mountains for decades. Our technology overwhelmed them with fear. Maybe if they came down peacefully we would have given them land. But they just came down and smashed hundreds of us with each of them. It is horrible."
Gohan gritted his teeth. "Can I help?"
"I don't see how."
"I am a pretty tough fighter."
"It doesn't matter how strong you are. They will always be stronger."
"Is there a way I can get my ship repaired?"
"Afraid not. All the cities are permanently sealed. Until the enemy is gone, they won't let anyone in."
"Okay, well I'm going to try anyway."
"What?! You can't do that!"
"Don't worry old man, I'll be fine. I'm a lot stronger than you think." Gohan smiled.
"Not that! You owe me for the bandages and medical equipment. That stuff isn't cheap or easy to get now a days."
"Aw man. And I broke your ceiling fan too."
"No!!!"
____~~~____()()()()()()~~~_____------- gazbado
"So, after you split the wood for the fire, you are going to come inside and replace my ceiling fan."
"How do I do that?" Gohan asked. The old man just smiled.
After the wood splitting. . . .
"Huh wfoooo!!!" Gohan huffed. "Huh wfooo!!!"
"You're doing a very good job young man."
"My name is Gohan. And when can I stop being the fan?"
"Quiet and blow!!!"
Gohan continued to blow for hours on end. The ruthless old man had Gohan do other choirs for him too. He had to cut the grass, with a lawn mower. He had to catch dinner in the woods, which he did very well. Plus he had to give the man a foot massage. Ewe.
At the end of the day, the man had a broken foot and a broken fan. Gohan went to sleep with blue cheeks and a sore throat. Never did that in training.
The next morning Gohan woke to the sound of birds chirping. For the first time, bombshells didn't rage in the day. However, Gohan knew that this wasn't good. Oh no! Where is homo-Roshi?(Gohan's nickname for the old guy)
Gohan jumped out of bed and smacked his face on the roof. "Shit that hurt." Are all the people here this short? He crawled outside again and found only a note under a rock.
"Dear Gohan: "I have to do some business today. To occupy your time I made a list of work for you to do.
"- water the plants -weed the garden - chop fire wood - Clean gutters - (etc.)
I should be back in time to eat dinner. I'm going to have worked up a sweat today, so be ready fan boy.
Hurotinshen
Not again. Gohan did all the things on the list, and he even managed to build an outhouse with his spare time. No getting a get for him. Today, Gohan was extra lucky and caught a bundle of pigs. Ribs for dinner and bacon for breakfast. Yum. Just like mom used to make. Gohan became filled with nostalgia of his home. He missed his mom, brother, and especially his father. He hadn't seen his dad for two years. Too long for Gohan. I'm going to get the relics and go home.
Short chappie bla bla bla. I wrote this on vacation. Camp Jeep. Yeah. Tomorrow I go kayaking. Haha, I already went last week. Well, ahhh too confusing. Please r/r. Please. I will have a 10 review special.
Trunks: That really is sad
Me: Shut up. You are dead. ***Smacks the chibi on the head with a hammer.
Bardock: War, hu! What is it good for?
Vegeta: A lot of things you third class clown.
PS: I don't type naked. Or do I? HAHAHAHHAHAAHA
Vegeta: You're pathetic!
Me: Shut up. You killed Earth's greatest hero, or did you? MUWAHAHA
'War, hu!' (The hu is for the fight noise. And you know the song.)
Gohan woke in a cozy warm bed. The room was very small, almost too small. Somehow, a bed and end table got through the small door. The walls were painted white, or perhaps just primed. Gohan smelled the fresh walls, it made him nauseous. I better get out of here.
He slid to a stand at the head of the bed, but unfortunately when he glanced around the room, he hadn't noticed the ceiling. The blades smacked into his head and cracked into pieces. The black haired Gohan looked up at the revolving fan, or what was left of it.
"Aw man, I'm going to have to replace it."
Gohan crouched down in the low room and inched out of the building. The small one room structure was located in a forest clearing. About 100 yards in all directions were thick trees and bushes. Gohan listened, but could only here the sound of mortars in the distance. "How the hell did I get here?" Gohan asked himself.
"I took you here." An elderly voice announced.
Gohan turned around and looked for a body to go with the voice.
"Down here." The man said again. Gohan glanced below his current line of sight and found a shriveled man, standing only three feet in stature. He looks human enough Gohan thought.
"I found you outside your space craft. It was badly burnt, but I put the remaining fire out. When I finished, you were in bad condition."
"I here mortars in the background."
"Yes, there is a righteous war going on here. My people were attacked years back, and with all of our technology our armies lasted only weeks. "
"Weeks? How many of you are left?"
"Only a couple hundred. We have cities set up with special barriers that those monsters can't get through."
"Why would they attack you?"
"Most people would like to say that it is because they are beasts, but I know differently. We made them hide in mountains for decades. Our technology overwhelmed them with fear. Maybe if they came down peacefully we would have given them land. But they just came down and smashed hundreds of us with each of them. It is horrible."
Gohan gritted his teeth. "Can I help?"
"I don't see how."
"I am a pretty tough fighter."
"It doesn't matter how strong you are. They will always be stronger."
"Is there a way I can get my ship repaired?"
"Afraid not. All the cities are permanently sealed. Until the enemy is gone, they won't let anyone in."
"Okay, well I'm going to try anyway."
"What?! You can't do that!"
"Don't worry old man, I'll be fine. I'm a lot stronger than you think." Gohan smiled.
"Not that! You owe me for the bandages and medical equipment. That stuff isn't cheap or easy to get now a days."
"Aw man. And I broke your ceiling fan too."
"No!!!"
____~~~____()()()()()()~~~_____------- gazbado
"So, after you split the wood for the fire, you are going to come inside and replace my ceiling fan."
"How do I do that?" Gohan asked. The old man just smiled.
After the wood splitting. . . .
"Huh wfoooo!!!" Gohan huffed. "Huh wfooo!!!"
"You're doing a very good job young man."
"My name is Gohan. And when can I stop being the fan?"
"Quiet and blow!!!"
Gohan continued to blow for hours on end. The ruthless old man had Gohan do other choirs for him too. He had to cut the grass, with a lawn mower. He had to catch dinner in the woods, which he did very well. Plus he had to give the man a foot massage. Ewe.
At the end of the day, the man had a broken foot and a broken fan. Gohan went to sleep with blue cheeks and a sore throat. Never did that in training.
The next morning Gohan woke to the sound of birds chirping. For the first time, bombshells didn't rage in the day. However, Gohan knew that this wasn't good. Oh no! Where is homo-Roshi?(Gohan's nickname for the old guy)
Gohan jumped out of bed and smacked his face on the roof. "Shit that hurt." Are all the people here this short? He crawled outside again and found only a note under a rock.
"Dear Gohan: "I have to do some business today. To occupy your time I made a list of work for you to do.
"- water the plants -weed the garden - chop fire wood - Clean gutters - (etc.)
I should be back in time to eat dinner. I'm going to have worked up a sweat today, so be ready fan boy.
Hurotinshen
Not again. Gohan did all the things on the list, and he even managed to build an outhouse with his spare time. No getting a get for him. Today, Gohan was extra lucky and caught a bundle of pigs. Ribs for dinner and bacon for breakfast. Yum. Just like mom used to make. Gohan became filled with nostalgia of his home. He missed his mom, brother, and especially his father. He hadn't seen his dad for two years. Too long for Gohan. I'm going to get the relics and go home.
Short chappie bla bla bla. I wrote this on vacation. Camp Jeep. Yeah. Tomorrow I go kayaking. Haha, I already went last week. Well, ahhh too confusing. Please r/r. Please. I will have a 10 review special.
Trunks: That really is sad
Me: Shut up. You are dead. ***Smacks the chibi on the head with a hammer.
Bardock: War, hu! What is it good for?
Vegeta: A lot of things you third class clown.