Munku-JGSPTV *slaps forehead* I had almost FORGOTTEN anout Goku! I
wonder how that happened...? heh heh heh...
I sorta... kinda.. had a mental block here, so please excuse the 'badness'
if its there.
So you know, I have King Kai, Gregory, Bubbles and Goku on a similar planet
to KKai's old one
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing! And if I were you, I would see that there's no point in trying to sue me. (I'm not even sure I REALLY have to do this, it just seems like a standard thing to say- but who here would write fanfics if they owned part/all of the real thing!)
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"Should I help it get along Snake Way, Goku?" Gregory asked.
The little messenger bird could barely hold the thick wad of paper in its beak and fly at the same time.
Our 'wise old friend' replied wisdomly-" If you want," and proceeded to stuff his wrinkled face with the best of King Kai's food. The little bird was carrying-no-trying to carry a message from Goku all the way to Enma (King Yama) so it could be processed in the Other Dimension Mail Sortage (ODMS). Hopefully then it could be sent on to some certain earthlings. It still remains a mystery how this mail bird even travelled out to King Kai's planet.
"Goku, you look a lot older but it seems some habits never die. But you're dead now!" *King Kai guffaws over his 'joke'. "Go, ing yua - mm reare hungi". (Translation: Well, King Kai - I am really hungry.) he replied, and continued to fuel his 'lifeless' body (huge classic anime swweatdrops all around. You'd think they'd be used to the Saiyan eating habits by now)
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Bra was nowhere! Just when Pan was ready to tell someone what was going on inside her head (and her heart), the world comes to a halt. She even considered finding Vegeta again to ask him where Bra was. Fortunately for Pan's sake, she realised getting herself blown up by a 'distressed' Saiyan Prince was not a good idea. Still, where WAS Bra?
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She kept on zooming across the sky, getting closer and closer. Just a few more kilometres and she'd reach Capsule Corp. The first thing to do was explain things quickly to her father. Then somehow transport Bulma to Dende's Lookout. Biting her lower lip to remain focused, Bra touched down on the grass outside the familiar building and ran inside. It had taken a little while to find her father, and he seemed a bit out of it. "Dad?" His eyes were slightly glazed over, as though he was thinkingn hard about something. "Hmm?" "Where did you put Mum? She's not where she was before." "I brought her upstairs for you". 'How did you kno-" "I sensed your ki coming here." Vegeta still seemed a little not with it, but Bra's thoughtlessness was evident. Errr, of course he was have sensed her. Her mind wasn't working properly. A little pre-occupied. But after taking a couple of seconds, Bra figured out that her father knew what was going on. He had already known that Dende would be the best option. She presumed he wasn't that interested in helping her carry Bulma to the Lookout, but as she exited the room,
"I'll help."
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When Pan had sensed her friend whe ran up to Bra's room to wait for her. She felt movement downstairs but Bra never came up. Feeling depressed and unwanted, Pan looked out of the window in time to see Bra & Vegeta carefully flying out of sight of Capsule Corp.
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A dream. That's what it was like. A little blurred at the edges maybe but otherwise real. Usually when you wake up from your dream you realise nothing in it made sense. At all.
That's what it was like now.
Dende was trying to save her mother's life. That was it. She could die. Right now. Die.
For Vegeta, it was different. He had realised that for a human, Bulma was aging. Age brought deteritation to internal organs, and slowly her body would be more suseptible to disease. The dragon balls would not be able to save her there. If a person was going to die of natural causes, their life cycle could not be changed. The only way to stop Bulma's body from leaving the planet would be to make her body young-
"There. I'm afraid she'll have to rest here for awhile, and perhaps it's better to keep her up here on the Lookout. Mr Popo and I will attend to her if she needs anything." Dende snapped both of the Saiyans out of their reveries. Vegeta nodded, slowly coming back to this reality of a world he was in.
"Could we... could we come up here and visit her? And I still have to tell Trunks! he doesn't even know Mum got sick! Even-" "Calm down Bra. Everything will be OK. It was a close call but you got her up here." Vegeta couldn't stop the little voice in the back of his mind saying 'this time'.
He shot off, away from the platform of the lookot. Bra understood. He needed time to think. "Well if you can find out where my brother is, that would be a great help. I'm going to go home."
"Stay here for as long as you want when you come to visit. Goodbye Bra," Dende said before calling Mr Popo for some assistance with Bulma.
"And be safe." His voice was barely heard.
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A.N. I suppose you're probably sick of them not knowing what's going on.. they'll find out soon, very soon. You'll see. Expect the Unexpected. ^_^ Please click the little button and leave a review!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing! And if I were you, I would see that there's no point in trying to sue me. (I'm not even sure I REALLY have to do this, it just seems like a standard thing to say- but who here would write fanfics if they owned part/all of the real thing!)
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"Should I help it get along Snake Way, Goku?" Gregory asked.
The little messenger bird could barely hold the thick wad of paper in its beak and fly at the same time.
Our 'wise old friend' replied wisdomly-" If you want," and proceeded to stuff his wrinkled face with the best of King Kai's food. The little bird was carrying-no-trying to carry a message from Goku all the way to Enma (King Yama) so it could be processed in the Other Dimension Mail Sortage (ODMS). Hopefully then it could be sent on to some certain earthlings. It still remains a mystery how this mail bird even travelled out to King Kai's planet.
"Goku, you look a lot older but it seems some habits never die. But you're dead now!" *King Kai guffaws over his 'joke'. "Go, ing yua - mm reare hungi". (Translation: Well, King Kai - I am really hungry.) he replied, and continued to fuel his 'lifeless' body (huge classic anime swweatdrops all around. You'd think they'd be used to the Saiyan eating habits by now)
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Bra was nowhere! Just when Pan was ready to tell someone what was going on inside her head (and her heart), the world comes to a halt. She even considered finding Vegeta again to ask him where Bra was. Fortunately for Pan's sake, she realised getting herself blown up by a 'distressed' Saiyan Prince was not a good idea. Still, where WAS Bra?
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She kept on zooming across the sky, getting closer and closer. Just a few more kilometres and she'd reach Capsule Corp. The first thing to do was explain things quickly to her father. Then somehow transport Bulma to Dende's Lookout. Biting her lower lip to remain focused, Bra touched down on the grass outside the familiar building and ran inside. It had taken a little while to find her father, and he seemed a bit out of it. "Dad?" His eyes were slightly glazed over, as though he was thinkingn hard about something. "Hmm?" "Where did you put Mum? She's not where she was before." "I brought her upstairs for you". 'How did you kno-" "I sensed your ki coming here." Vegeta still seemed a little not with it, but Bra's thoughtlessness was evident. Errr, of course he was have sensed her. Her mind wasn't working properly. A little pre-occupied. But after taking a couple of seconds, Bra figured out that her father knew what was going on. He had already known that Dende would be the best option. She presumed he wasn't that interested in helping her carry Bulma to the Lookout, but as she exited the room,
"I'll help."
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When Pan had sensed her friend whe ran up to Bra's room to wait for her. She felt movement downstairs but Bra never came up. Feeling depressed and unwanted, Pan looked out of the window in time to see Bra & Vegeta carefully flying out of sight of Capsule Corp.
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A dream. That's what it was like. A little blurred at the edges maybe but otherwise real. Usually when you wake up from your dream you realise nothing in it made sense. At all.
That's what it was like now.
Dende was trying to save her mother's life. That was it. She could die. Right now. Die.
For Vegeta, it was different. He had realised that for a human, Bulma was aging. Age brought deteritation to internal organs, and slowly her body would be more suseptible to disease. The dragon balls would not be able to save her there. If a person was going to die of natural causes, their life cycle could not be changed. The only way to stop Bulma's body from leaving the planet would be to make her body young-
"There. I'm afraid she'll have to rest here for awhile, and perhaps it's better to keep her up here on the Lookout. Mr Popo and I will attend to her if she needs anything." Dende snapped both of the Saiyans out of their reveries. Vegeta nodded, slowly coming back to this reality of a world he was in.
"Could we... could we come up here and visit her? And I still have to tell Trunks! he doesn't even know Mum got sick! Even-" "Calm down Bra. Everything will be OK. It was a close call but you got her up here." Vegeta couldn't stop the little voice in the back of his mind saying 'this time'.
He shot off, away from the platform of the lookot. Bra understood. He needed time to think. "Well if you can find out where my brother is, that would be a great help. I'm going to go home."
"Stay here for as long as you want when you come to visit. Goodbye Bra," Dende said before calling Mr Popo for some assistance with Bulma.
"And be safe." His voice was barely heard.
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A.N. I suppose you're probably sick of them not knowing what's going on.. they'll find out soon, very soon. You'll see. Expect the Unexpected. ^_^ Please click the little button and leave a review!!!