HERCULEan Days
Pikkon and Goku: Hah hah! We are Pikkon and Goku and we've come to stop you warriors of hell from rebbelling!
Cell: Why?
Goku: You know Pikkon, he's got a point there. Why do we always have to save the day?
Pikkon: Hmmmmmm... I must meditate upon that particular question.
Goku: Yeah and I'm hungry! Let's blow this joint!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ yet, but Freeza has promised to get it for me if I let hell break loose, literally. Sure, why not?
Super Sayajin Bargain Sale
1 week ago in the HFIL...
"Lord Freeza," Zarbon said with a respectful bow. "The Sayajins have agreed to our temporary alliance as long as Vegeta controls the tree."
"Fine," Freeza replied. "It is agreed. The Sayajins would not dare cross the Cold Empire. Soon the universe will again cower at the name Freeza! Muuwahahaaaaa!"
"And the Ginyu Farce will once again terrorize with our terrifying poses! Hyaah!" the Ginyu's screamed, spinning on their tiptoes to end off in ballet poses that would put the Great Sayaman to shame.
"Oh just shut up and you're the Ginyu Force, not the Ginyu Farce, though that name may too be appropriate for you 4 fools!"
1 day later...
"We have secured the tree, King Vegeta."
"Good, Commander. Send the following demands to the Supreme Kai.
At the Supreme Kai's Palace...
"It appears my fellow Kais that in this matter we have no choice, but to accept the Sayajin's terms for the tree's release. I will arrange it. Agreed?
"But what about Pikkon and Goku? Why aren't they being sent?" North Kai asked
"They were um... unavoidably detained by an... um... incredibly sophisticated trap."
2 hours ago in hell...
"Hey Pikkon look!"
"That's strange... since when do they have Mc Donalds in Hell?"
"Who cares? I'm hungry. Let's go grab a few hundred Big Macs!" and with those words the 2 sprinted into the fast food shop."
At the counter stood a short demon named Ranna who had recently been informed of the plan to escape Hell and was ready. "Oh wow you 2 are our first 2 guests ever and that means that you win our grand prize! You get as much food as you want, for free, for the next 48 hours!"
"Wow Pikkon! We won! This is the oppurtunity of a lifetime! Let's eat!"
"But Goku, what about saving otherworld?"
"We can do that later! C'mon let's eat!" and before Pikkon could voice his suspicions that this was a trap meant to keep them here, Goku flew into the food like a whirlwind, filling his plate and a few dozen more full of food, while syaing, "Mmmmmmm, this should be a good appetizer," and started inhaling food at a rate that couldn't be to much below the speed of light."
Back at Supreme Kai's planet
"Well then I suppose we have no choice."
"Agreed." the Kai's replied together
Back at Videl's house...
"Videl! What the HFIL are you sreaming about!?!" a booming voice came from above, as a tall, muscular man, with the biggest afro in existance quickly descended from the upper floors to end this screeching by force.
Videl knew that she had only one hope for survival and immediately began to sob uncontrollably and to point at Gohan. "So kid, you were trying to hit on my daughter, well now I'll have to teach you a lesson.
Incredibly, Gohan did not beg for mercy, but instead stood with a smirk so unlike the Gohan his class knew and loved and that Trunks thought looked more like something Vegeta would wear.
"So you're not gonna beg. Fine," and with that the world champ lunged at Gohan, screaming, "Satan Punch!"
The attack was only a blur to most of the class and the shockwave from it's impact stunned most of the room. By all rights the punch should have flattened, if not killed any ordinary kid, especially a nerd like Gohan, but when the class finally looked up they were met with an incredible sight.
Instead of a disfigured corpse, Gohan stood before them unmoved, while their hero clutched his fist in obviously excruciating pain. "What the hell are you made of kid!?! I think I broke my hand on your face!"
"You're lucky that's all you broke you weakling fraud!" a young woman with beautiful red hair and a stunning figure spoke up through the uncomfortable silence. "If this so-called delivery boy had even gone Super Sayajin, the charge-up would probably have been enough to break every bone in your sad excuse for a body."
"Gohan! What is she talking about!?!" Videl entered the conversation, glaring daggers at her demi-sayajin pal."
"Well... um... you see Videl... uh... Lime was a friend that I met when I was delivering stuff for my...uh... mom and I sorta helped helped her village and uh...yah."
"No! I mean what's a Supper Satin?"
"Um... well... I forget."
Seeing an oppurtunity to cause some mischeif, Trunks spoke up innocently, but with an evil glint in his eye that spelled trouble for Gohan. "Oh that's terrible Gohan. Here let me remind you. It's sorta like this." Without another word, Trunks transformed, his hair spiking yellow with a blast of energy that sent everyone except himself, Mirai Chi Chi, and Gohan flying into the wall. Radiating power and with electric sparks flying around, he calmly said with a voice that spoke of authority and strength, "This is Super Sayajin."
The little kid dimly reminded Erasa of something she'd heard a couple of months ago. "Oh my Kami! That little kid's the gold fighter!"
"Nope," Trunks spoke up, pointing at Gohan. "That is the gold fighter," and before Gohan could stop him he hurled a huge ball of energy at Videl. "See!"
With no other choice if he wanted to save his friend, Gohan blasted off, as if flicking on a switch he went SSJ and caught the ball with less than 6 inces to spare. Turning to Trunks he said with a cold smile that chilled the demi-sayajin prankster to the bone, "When this is over, it'll be me, you and Vegeta at 300gs for 6 hours. Got it," and before Trunks could apologize, or the army of fan girls approaching could get anywhere near him, he blasted off, taking a wall with him, as he left at inhuman speeds for a talk with his little Namekian buddy at the lookout at the realities of life... and death. If it got violent, well who cares. They knew where New Namek was, so Dende was replaceable.
Suddenly he heard the one voice that was loud enough to carry around the world a dozen times. It was Mirai Chi Chi. "Gohan! What have I told you about flying through walls. When you get back home I think you and the frying pan of doom will be having a close encounter of the painful kind. Understood?"
"Well if Dende really wants to die..." Gohan thought evily.
Upon Dende's Lookout...
Gohan stood atop the the Lookout, expecting Dende to rush out with pleas for forgiveness, so was surprised to find that it was Mr. Popo who first approached him.
"I'm sorry Gohan, but Dende is in an important meeti-
"Mr. Popo, tell me where Dende is now, or I will be instead forced to take my anger out on you."
"Well when you put it that way... he's in the palace, but I suggest that you not disturb him. He's with the Supreme-"
"Don't worry Mr. Popo. That's all I needed to know. Thanks," Gohan interrupted, ignoring Mr. Popo's warning and proceeded to blast the palace away with the twitch of a finger. "That should lure the little green slimeball out." But as Gohan looked up he was met with, not his Namekian friend, but a short purple-skinned man with a slightly singed gi and extreme anger in his gaze.
"You fool! That was a new shirt too!"
"But Shin," Popo inquired, "I've never seen you wear anything other than that shirt. You must have a dozen more. Your wardrobe's more predictable than Piccolo's."
"That's not the point Mr. Popo! Now would you kindly shut up, or will I have tape it shut." Then turning back to Gohan, he said, "Child, if I ever see you again, you'll be lucky to end up in the HFIL!" But Gohan's response was far from what Shin had anticipated, as the demi-sayajin simply let off a mocking laugh and lifted his arms in a fighting stance.
"Try me."
Well what did you think? Pretty long, but that's cause I had to get a lot done. See ya next update and I'm sorry to the reviewer who suggested a Hororian, as the teacher, but I don't think I could write a character who's outlived the Supreme Kai and has practically unlimited power.
Next time on Dragonball Z: The Supreme Kai and Gohan face off and the 2nd day of HERCULEan torture begins, but it appears that Hell has broken loose and is coming to earth, even worse guess who's teaching them tommorow? Next Time on Dragonball Z!
P.S. Survey will probably be going till I write the chapter that the class get's taught martial arts, so keep voting.
P.S.S. Review!
P.S.S.S. I'm starting a mailing list so e-mail me if you want to be in. K?
P.S.S.S.S. If you look behind Goku and Piccolo when they're announcing the rules for the punching machine you'll see General Tao, somehow healed of all his injuries. How did he not make it in?
Pikkon and Goku: Hah hah! We are Pikkon and Goku and we've come to stop you warriors of hell from rebbelling!
Cell: Why?
Goku: You know Pikkon, he's got a point there. Why do we always have to save the day?
Pikkon: Hmmmmmm... I must meditate upon that particular question.
Goku: Yeah and I'm hungry! Let's blow this joint!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ yet, but Freeza has promised to get it for me if I let hell break loose, literally. Sure, why not?
Super Sayajin Bargain Sale
1 week ago in the HFIL...
"Lord Freeza," Zarbon said with a respectful bow. "The Sayajins have agreed to our temporary alliance as long as Vegeta controls the tree."
"Fine," Freeza replied. "It is agreed. The Sayajins would not dare cross the Cold Empire. Soon the universe will again cower at the name Freeza! Muuwahahaaaaa!"
"And the Ginyu Farce will once again terrorize with our terrifying poses! Hyaah!" the Ginyu's screamed, spinning on their tiptoes to end off in ballet poses that would put the Great Sayaman to shame.
"Oh just shut up and you're the Ginyu Force, not the Ginyu Farce, though that name may too be appropriate for you 4 fools!"
1 day later...
"We have secured the tree, King Vegeta."
"Good, Commander. Send the following demands to the Supreme Kai.
At the Supreme Kai's Palace...
"It appears my fellow Kais that in this matter we have no choice, but to accept the Sayajin's terms for the tree's release. I will arrange it. Agreed?
"But what about Pikkon and Goku? Why aren't they being sent?" North Kai asked
"They were um... unavoidably detained by an... um... incredibly sophisticated trap."
2 hours ago in hell...
"Hey Pikkon look!"
"That's strange... since when do they have Mc Donalds in Hell?"
"Who cares? I'm hungry. Let's go grab a few hundred Big Macs!" and with those words the 2 sprinted into the fast food shop."
At the counter stood a short demon named Ranna who had recently been informed of the plan to escape Hell and was ready. "Oh wow you 2 are our first 2 guests ever and that means that you win our grand prize! You get as much food as you want, for free, for the next 48 hours!"
"Wow Pikkon! We won! This is the oppurtunity of a lifetime! Let's eat!"
"But Goku, what about saving otherworld?"
"We can do that later! C'mon let's eat!" and before Pikkon could voice his suspicions that this was a trap meant to keep them here, Goku flew into the food like a whirlwind, filling his plate and a few dozen more full of food, while syaing, "Mmmmmmm, this should be a good appetizer," and started inhaling food at a rate that couldn't be to much below the speed of light."
Back at Supreme Kai's planet
"Well then I suppose we have no choice."
"Agreed." the Kai's replied together
Back at Videl's house...
"Videl! What the HFIL are you sreaming about!?!" a booming voice came from above, as a tall, muscular man, with the biggest afro in existance quickly descended from the upper floors to end this screeching by force.
Videl knew that she had only one hope for survival and immediately began to sob uncontrollably and to point at Gohan. "So kid, you were trying to hit on my daughter, well now I'll have to teach you a lesson.
Incredibly, Gohan did not beg for mercy, but instead stood with a smirk so unlike the Gohan his class knew and loved and that Trunks thought looked more like something Vegeta would wear.
"So you're not gonna beg. Fine," and with that the world champ lunged at Gohan, screaming, "Satan Punch!"
The attack was only a blur to most of the class and the shockwave from it's impact stunned most of the room. By all rights the punch should have flattened, if not killed any ordinary kid, especially a nerd like Gohan, but when the class finally looked up they were met with an incredible sight.
Instead of a disfigured corpse, Gohan stood before them unmoved, while their hero clutched his fist in obviously excruciating pain. "What the hell are you made of kid!?! I think I broke my hand on your face!"
"You're lucky that's all you broke you weakling fraud!" a young woman with beautiful red hair and a stunning figure spoke up through the uncomfortable silence. "If this so-called delivery boy had even gone Super Sayajin, the charge-up would probably have been enough to break every bone in your sad excuse for a body."
"Gohan! What is she talking about!?!" Videl entered the conversation, glaring daggers at her demi-sayajin pal."
"Well... um... you see Videl... uh... Lime was a friend that I met when I was delivering stuff for my...uh... mom and I sorta helped helped her village and uh...yah."
"No! I mean what's a Supper Satin?"
"Um... well... I forget."
Seeing an oppurtunity to cause some mischeif, Trunks spoke up innocently, but with an evil glint in his eye that spelled trouble for Gohan. "Oh that's terrible Gohan. Here let me remind you. It's sorta like this." Without another word, Trunks transformed, his hair spiking yellow with a blast of energy that sent everyone except himself, Mirai Chi Chi, and Gohan flying into the wall. Radiating power and with electric sparks flying around, he calmly said with a voice that spoke of authority and strength, "This is Super Sayajin."
The little kid dimly reminded Erasa of something she'd heard a couple of months ago. "Oh my Kami! That little kid's the gold fighter!"
"Nope," Trunks spoke up, pointing at Gohan. "That is the gold fighter," and before Gohan could stop him he hurled a huge ball of energy at Videl. "See!"
With no other choice if he wanted to save his friend, Gohan blasted off, as if flicking on a switch he went SSJ and caught the ball with less than 6 inces to spare. Turning to Trunks he said with a cold smile that chilled the demi-sayajin prankster to the bone, "When this is over, it'll be me, you and Vegeta at 300gs for 6 hours. Got it," and before Trunks could apologize, or the army of fan girls approaching could get anywhere near him, he blasted off, taking a wall with him, as he left at inhuman speeds for a talk with his little Namekian buddy at the lookout at the realities of life... and death. If it got violent, well who cares. They knew where New Namek was, so Dende was replaceable.
Suddenly he heard the one voice that was loud enough to carry around the world a dozen times. It was Mirai Chi Chi. "Gohan! What have I told you about flying through walls. When you get back home I think you and the frying pan of doom will be having a close encounter of the painful kind. Understood?"
"Well if Dende really wants to die..." Gohan thought evily.
Upon Dende's Lookout...
Gohan stood atop the the Lookout, expecting Dende to rush out with pleas for forgiveness, so was surprised to find that it was Mr. Popo who first approached him.
"I'm sorry Gohan, but Dende is in an important meeti-
"Mr. Popo, tell me where Dende is now, or I will be instead forced to take my anger out on you."
"Well when you put it that way... he's in the palace, but I suggest that you not disturb him. He's with the Supreme-"
"Don't worry Mr. Popo. That's all I needed to know. Thanks," Gohan interrupted, ignoring Mr. Popo's warning and proceeded to blast the palace away with the twitch of a finger. "That should lure the little green slimeball out." But as Gohan looked up he was met with, not his Namekian friend, but a short purple-skinned man with a slightly singed gi and extreme anger in his gaze.
"You fool! That was a new shirt too!"
"But Shin," Popo inquired, "I've never seen you wear anything other than that shirt. You must have a dozen more. Your wardrobe's more predictable than Piccolo's."
"That's not the point Mr. Popo! Now would you kindly shut up, or will I have tape it shut." Then turning back to Gohan, he said, "Child, if I ever see you again, you'll be lucky to end up in the HFIL!" But Gohan's response was far from what Shin had anticipated, as the demi-sayajin simply let off a mocking laugh and lifted his arms in a fighting stance.
"Try me."
Well what did you think? Pretty long, but that's cause I had to get a lot done. See ya next update and I'm sorry to the reviewer who suggested a Hororian, as the teacher, but I don't think I could write a character who's outlived the Supreme Kai and has practically unlimited power.
Next time on Dragonball Z: The Supreme Kai and Gohan face off and the 2nd day of HERCULEan torture begins, but it appears that Hell has broken loose and is coming to earth, even worse guess who's teaching them tommorow? Next Time on Dragonball Z!
P.S. Survey will probably be going till I write the chapter that the class get's taught martial arts, so keep voting.
P.S.S. Review!
P.S.S.S. I'm starting a mailing list so e-mail me if you want to be in. K?
P.S.S.S.S. If you look behind Goku and Piccolo when they're announcing the rules for the punching machine you'll see General Tao, somehow healed of all his injuries. How did he not make it in?