A/N: Okay!  Real story time!  Keep those reviews comin in!  I luv um!  Anyways, just so you know, I have knowingly (is that a word) differed from the DBZ plot.  Now, future Trunks has traveled back in time, just later and for a different reason.  Okay?  Excellent.  Now, let the story telling commence…. err…start…. err…. whatever…JUST READ IT!!!!  Oh and P.S.  The first part of this chapter isn't going to make sense if you don't read the prologue, so just do it!  It's really short and won't take long at all. 

Disclaimer – I don't own DBZ or Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. 

Chapter 1 – We Need Eddie

There is a bright flash of light……

We see two teenagers jamming on guitars in front of a camera.

We no longer see the young purple-haired man, but we still hear him speak.  He says,

"If I should fail to keep these two on the correct path, the bases of our society will be in danger.  Don't worry; it'll all make sense.  I'm a professional."

One of the boys, the young purple-haired (AND TEENAGE) one, picks up the camera and points it at his young black haired friend (who looks like an overgrown 5-year-old in a cute sort of way). 

The boy in front of the camera says, "I'm Goten Son, Esquire."

The young man behind the camera begins to speak, "and I'm Trunks Br-" He stops when he realizes he's still holding the camera.  "Whoa, wait…. Goten, here, you take it," he says as he hands the camera to his friend.

Goten puts his guitar pick in his mouth.  "Okay."  But this was no regular okay. This was a dramatic okay that a private would say to a general.  That's war-movie okay.  A bit melodramatic for this situation.  But that's not the point now is it?

There is much squeaking of shoes and more moving around than is really necessary.  Finally, Trunks positions himself in front of the camera.  "And I'm Trunks Briefs."

The camera is then put on the table as the boys stand in front of it and say in unison, "And we're WYLD STALLYONS!"

They begin to 'jam' in a please-jab-my-brain-with-a-pencil-and-put-me-out-of-my-misery sort of way.  We suddenly see smoke start to rise as the boys override their electrical system. 

The door of the gravity chamber opens and smoke bellows out as the boys emerge with their smoking equipment in hand.

"Oh no dude!  This is not excellent!  My mom is going to kill me!  She paid an ass load of money for all this stuff!" Exclaims Trunks.

"You're mom?  Dude, what about your dad?"

"What do you mean dude?"

 

"I mean what do you think is going to happen if your dad finds all our stuff in his gravity chamber?'

"Oh snap!  We better-"

The two teens cease to make noise as the run into a (rather short) wall of hard, sculpted muscle that is invariably Vegeta. 

"Oh…. hi…dad."

"Hi Vegeta.  I'd just like to say that we weren't jamming in your gravity chamber or anything like that…so…yeah!" Goten then gives the trademark Son grin as his hand shoots up to the back of his head. 

"I hope you don't make me think otherwise," Vegeta grumbles as he marches towards the smoking chamber.

The two young men look at each other, then promptly haul their asses as fast as they can to Trunk's gigantic mansion.

Goten works at catching his breath.  "Dude…that was close."

"Yeah…I hope he doesn't come in after us."

The boys go up to Trunks's room as they gather up all the guitar equipment they bailed out with them.

As Goten wraps up some chords, he speaks in a concerned tone to his friend.  "Trunks, while I agree that in time our band will be most triumphant, the truth is Wyld Stallyons will never be a super band until we have Eddie Van Halen on guitar."

"Yes Goten, but…. I do not believe we will get Eddie Van Halen until we have a triumphant video."

"Trunks, it's pointless to have a triumphant video before we even have decent instruments."  Goten then takes off his fried guitar and puts it in a pile in the corner of Trunks's room with many others like it.

"Well how can we have decent instruments if we don't really even know how to play?"

Goten turns back to his friend.  "That is why we need Eddie Van Halen!"

"And that is why we need a triumphant video!"

The two boys stand around for a moment, looking confused.  They then get goofy smiles on their faces, look up at each other, and exclaim, "Excellent!"  They then proceed to play air guitar. 

A cuckoo clock, which is entirely out of place in the ultra-modern theme of the Briefs home, goes off. 

Trunks's smile disappears and he begins to run downstairs.  "Uh oh.  We're late."

"For what?"

"School dude!"

"Oh yah."

A/N – What did you think?  I personally thought it was a totally excellent start.  If I have it my way (which I probably won't) I'll get this fic done by the end of the week!  If I do I can give it to my friend for her b-day!  Well R&R!