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A/N--I would like to thank the person who said in a review that my story cheered them up--just knowing that I can help someone overcome the awful experience of being peed on by a toad makes everything right with my world *grins* In other news, thanks to those of you who suggested that perhaps Gohan could fuse with Trunks. Burenda in particular for suggesting MIRAI Trunks. What a truly wonderful way to torture Gohan and I never even thought of it! Hope you like the chapter ^_^
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Mirai Trunks sat warily across from Gohan, watching as Goten and Chibi Trunks attempted to master the fusion technique under the erratic guidance of Vegetock.
"And a one, and a two and a three!" Vegetock caroled, clapping his hands gleefully, "Put your right foot in, put your right foot out put your right foot in and shake it all about!"
As Goten jiggled in accordance with the directions, Chibi Trunks looked doubtfully from his right foot to Vegetock, "What does this have to do with the fusion technique, sir?" he asked hesitantly.
"Why nothing at all!" Vegetock exclaimed merrily, "Is that what we were doing? I'd rather forgotten."
Mirai Trunks placed his forehead in his hands and groaned. It had been like this for the past hour, off and on. When the fusion had faded, the Supreme Kai had goaded Bardock and King Vegeta into performing it again sweetened with the promise of extra vacation time. The two dead saiyans now had a whole week to spend on Earth, but at a great personal cost--their solemn vow to perform the fusion technique as many times as necessary for Goten and Chibi Trunks to master it. Ruminating on it, Mirai Trunks thought that perhaps a week wouldn't be long enough.
"Is it just me," Gohan commented offhandedly, "Or is this doomed to fail?"
Mirai Trunks snorted. Even if Gohan WERE correct, he made a point of disagreeing with evil dictators on as many issues as possible. Pondering hard, Mirai Trunks wracked his brain to think up a counter-arguement as to why the Goten/Chibi Trunks fusion idea obviously would NOT fail, when a bright flash of light interrupted the crowd on the lookout.
It was a machine. An oddly familiar egg shaped machine. For one, awful terrible moment, Mirai Trunks was sure that Evil Mirai Gohan had returned...to seek his revenge. But no...Mirai Gohan had been absorbed...so who could it be?
A blue haired woman stepped from the pod, arms crossing in a maternal manner as she narrowed in on Super Trunks. Stalking up to the clueless duplicate, Mirai Bulma grabbed one sensitive Saiyan ear and proceeded to shout it off. "WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?! You KNOW you don't have a license to drive the time machine yet Trunks, I just can't BELIEVE you! Even if Gohan WAS after us, that's absolutely NO EXCUSE! Do you have any idea how long it took me to build another time machine?! But no, you didn't consider that, did you?"
As his mother continued to rant and rave at the wrong Trunks, Mirai Trunks backed slowly away from the scene...he knew he wasn't supposed to drive the time machine without a licensed adult, but...he had his permit, and DID know how to drive, he couldn't believe she was making such a big deal of it! Quietly creaking open a convenient door, Mirai Trunks slipped inside a nearby room, determined to outlast his mother's wrath. Vegeta, also avid to escape this very loud and demanding version of Bulma, followed his Mirai son inside and quietly slid shut the door to the Room of Spirit and Time.
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As Bulma came up for breath, she noted the figures standing around her, staring with varying degrees of astonishment at the blue-haired bombshell who had emerged so unexpectedly into their midst. Wide eyed she surveyed the crowd, noting Piccolo, Krillin, and even #18! Why, she'd just left them at home as children not minutes before, and here they were full grown adults!
"Bulma?" Goku approached the woman hesitantly, "I...if you're the Bulma from Mirai Trunks' time, I think you have the wrong Trunks." Taking the relieved Super Trunks by the shoulders, Goku continued, "This guy's Super Trunks. He was the original Mirai Trunks from the timeline where the androids killed everyone. Your son is..." Goku blinked and looked around in confusion, "Hey, where did he go?"
Gohan, who had stood up at Bulma's entrance, looked to the space that Mirai Trunks had just occupied moments and shrugged, "No idea, dad."
Bulma, who had been staring at Goku in shocked joy at seeing him for the first time in so many years, yelped and dove behind him at the sight of Gohan, "AHHHH! It's Gohan!"
Gohan blushed and scratched his head sheepishly, "Err...Bulma?" peeking behind his bemused father, Gohan was confronted with Bulma's angry blue eyes, "I'm not evil...I promise."
Bulma relaxed a little at Goku's confirming nod and espied Videl striding over to support her boyfriend, "Oh good, Videl, you're in this timeline too! I'm glad to see you're keeping Gohan in line--how's Panny doing?"
Videl blinked, "Panny?"
Bulma stared back uncomprehendingly, "Yeah, Panny...." Not receiving a response she continued, "You know, Son Pan, short, black hair, orange bandana, your daughter...?"
Krillin grinned for the first time since Vegetock had appeared and stepped forward to pat Gohan heartily on the back, handing him a cigar he had kept handy for the last several years, always prepared to be an accessory to Gohan's embarassment, "Congratulations, Dad!"
Videl experienced a chronic shortage of blood to the rest of her body as her face flooded bright crimson. Gohan weeble-wobbled faintly and stared at Bulma in shock before the sound of ripping metal distracted all of their attentions from this rather interesting discussion.
Vegetock stood scratching his head and frowning intently at the decapitated space pod. Looking to Chibi Trunks who wore an 'I-didn't-do-it' expression with perfect, angelic innocence, he exclaimed, "There's nothing in there! It's an empty egg!" Frowning disappointedly, Vegetock prodded around inside the capsule, "Where's the baby dinosaur?" Hearts leapt to Vegetock's eyes at the thought of his own personal baby dinosaur, "He'll be cold and lonely without me, I need to find him!" Embarking on a great quest for his own personal baby dinosaur, Vegetock rambled aimlessly around the lookout, egged on by Chibi Trunks and Goten who saw to it that the situation deteriorated rather quickly.
"Hey, Vegetock, I think I saw him behind that tree!" *crash, bash, bang*
"No, no!" Goten giggled, "He's in there!" *smash, RIIIIP, KABLLAAAM!*
Mirai Bulma stood disheveled next to Goku, twitching slightly as a rumbling cloud of debris swooshed past the sweatdropping group of Z-fighters. "And just who is THAT, Goku?"
Goku sighed, "THAT, is a long, long story."
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The Supreme Kai laughed at this newest development. Mirai Trunks and Vegeta locked in the Hyperbolic Chamber, and Mirai Bulma here looking for her errant son. Adding some more salt to his popcorn the Supreme God of the Multiverse reflected absently that it really WAS good to be the SUPREME Kai.
He'd have had to bust any other Kai who messed with the affairs of mortals this much, but seeing as he was the boss....well, that afforded one certain privelidges. There were plenty of universes out there. It wouldn't matter TOO much if he messed up just ONE....
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As Dende finally made his way, stumbling, from the loathesome house of mirrors, he reflected that it had changed his life for good. Well, not really, but it had sure as hell freaked him out. First thing he was going to do when he got back to the lookout was create a new celestial law. 'Thou shalt not build houses of mirrors, for they are the domain of Satan, and unholy to look upon.' That ought to do it. Dende shuddered, thinking back upon the horrifying experience. He wasn't lying when he said they were unholy--and as holy as he was, Dende ought to know!
Walking out of the amusement park, Dende was vaguely surprised to see a flashing line of police cruisers. Shrugging, he shoved past the congregating officers, with slurred mutters of apology, until he was stopped by the rather intimidating bulk of a stodgy woman in blue. "Shhhhcuse me," Dende muttered, trying to slide past without notice.
Officer Bee uttered a groan of annoyance, looking down to see the diminutive green form that had stumbled into her. Ever since the world had woken up to discover their collective tails, the number of drunks wandering the street had shot sky high. But this guy...this guy looked BAD. How much did you have to drink to turn that color of green?
Wrapping her own tail about her waist, Officer Bee grabbed the tottering Dende by the shoulder and steered him towards her nearby cruiser. There were more than enough personnel maintaining the blockade to the park, and seeing as Mr. Satan's jetcopter had departed over an hour ago, it was doubtful that anything eventful was going to happen. Mr. Satan had already saved the day.
Pushing Dende gently into the back of the car, Officer Bee shook her head in amusement at the feel of his antennae. Kids these days and their outrageous hairstyles! Dende lolling in the backseat, Officer Bee drove quickly, but conscientiously towards the city lockup and the drunk tank, to make one little green deposit.
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Pulling up in front of the city jail, Officer Bee was surprised to see Hercule's jetcopter settled in the midst of a large crowd of officers, city officials and general citizens. Pausing for a moment, she observed that there seemed to be something of a press conference in progress. There seemed to be an awful lot of press conferences lately.
Beside Hercule stood two blonde teenagers. The boy beamed proudly at his rescuer, his slick blonde tail arched behind him, while the girl seemed to be glaring at the champion's words. Surprised at the expression, Officer Bee took a few steps closer to listen in on what was being said.
"Yeah, I knew that these were the kids from the start," Hercule stated boastfully, putting a companionable arm around Sharpener and Erasa's shoulders. Oblivious to the blonde girl's loathing glare, he continued blithely, "Yeah, that alien saw me coming, and he was running scared alright! I didn't even have to unleash my Satan Super Slash..." the crowd 'oohed', "Or my Hercule Hurricane Heave," the crowd 'ahhed', "Or even my Hercule Satan Heavenly Storm of Horrific S--uh...S...Stuff!!!" Hercule finished smoothly. As the crowd roared in delighted approval, Erasa leaned her forehead in one hand, feeling slightly nauseous.
"Mr. Satan!" A frantic voice called from the back of the crowd.
Hercule's afro lifted regally to confront the speaker, who just happened to be the chief of police, "What do you want?"
"Mr. Satan!" the man kowtowed, "There--there's been a report..." the man gulped fearfully, "He-he's back! Cell--he's back! There've been several reported sightings of him in the town Selsnak--right outside that amusement park! That other aliens you defeated...they must have somehow brought Cell back to life!"
As Mr. Satan's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face, the crowd began slowly chanting, a low rumbling chant that turned into a cheer, "satan....satan....Satan....Satan....SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!"
Erasa smiled a slow smile and joined in on the cheer, grabbing a microphone, "SATAN, SATAN! YAY! Alright everyone, Mr. Satan's going to save us from Cell just like he did last time, right Mr. Satan?" Not giving the champ any time to answer, Erasa, accompanied by several burly officers shoved the unfortunate Mr. Satan back into the jetcopter, which blasted into the air, headed for Selsnak City.
Turning with a sigh of relief at Mr. Satan's departure, Erasa noticed a twitching blonde tail sticking out from beneath the curtain of the podium that sat center stage. Pulling the cloth aside, she sighed at the twitching miserable wreck that rocked back and forth within the structure. "Oh Sharpie..."
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Officer Bee blinked and shook her head. Apparently sometimes it WAS just being in the right place at the right time that let you catch sight of interesting events. Pulling her eyes away from the blonde girl who was slowly leading a shaky looking blonde boy down from the stage, and into the crowd of officers, Bee resumed her mission, opening the back of her patrol car to pull the half somnolent Dende to his feet.
Dende staggered along behind the buxom woman who had him under her control, wondering vaguely where he was. Oh well, anywhere was better than that insane amusement park.
As Bee led him into a busy room, however, Dende began to have second thoughts. The room was pure chaos. If Bee hadn't stuck with him through the whole process, he would have been totally and completely lost. Dende wandered from station to station as the officers attempted to gain information on him.
"Would you PLEASE give me your real name and occupation buddy?" An exasperated balding officer said, gesturing to a long line of people waiting for his attention.
Dende repressed an indignant snort, "I TOLD you," he slurred stubbornly, "My name izzzh Dende, I live on zhe lookout with Popo and Pickle....*snort, laugh, giggle* he's sour like a pickle sometimes, but that's not his name...let me thinksh....Pickle...Picclllo! Yeah, that'sh it, Piccolo! And I'm God for a living, so you'd better shtop being sho rude to me!!"
The attending officer just shook his head and sighed. "Fine. John Doe, occupation unknown. NEXT!"
Dende shot the man a glare as Bee escorted him to the next station. Twenty minutes and a pad of finger-printing ink later, Dende smiled as he posed for his mug-shot, only slightly ink-smudged, and was escorted to the drunk tank to sleep it off. "Here ya go kid," Bee said kindly. "Everything'll seem clearer in the morning."
Dende glared woozily at the door as it clanked shut behind him, and turned to face his fellows cellmates, only to see a large shadow lurking over his own. "Well, well, well, what have we got here," sneered the resident bully, somewhat stereotypically named Butch.
Dende, who was just clear headed enough to know what was going on, but still drunk enough not to realize the danger he was in, smiled cheerily at Butch and smacked him on the back in a hearty attempt at camaraderie, "Boy are YOU messhing with the wrong guy," Dende confided, "Let me tell you a little shtory."
Time passed as it has a way of doing, and eventually, the story drew to a close with all of the occupants of the drunk tank, laughing uproariously, Pina Colada in hand. Halfway through the story, Dende had sobered up just enough to remember how to spontaneously create Pina Coladas, and now no hand was empty, a brightly colored umbrella decorating every glass. Pink, of course, was reserved solely for Dende.
Butch, drained the last of his glass, and gasping held it out for more, almost choking on his laughter, "So you really did all that to this Gohan guy and actually GOT AWAY with it?! How is it you're still BREATHING man?"
Dende shrugged nonchalantly and distributed another round, "I told you. I'm God."
Taking a sip from his frosty-cool glass, Butch sighed in contentment, making no motion to disagree, "Whatever you say man, whatever you say. Just keep 'em coming."
As the drunks in the drunk tank partied it up, Mr. Satan headed towards Selsnak city, and certain danger. Up on the lookout, a frantic Goku tried to contain Vegetock's rampage, as Vegeta and Mirai Trunks trained together in the hyperbolic time chamber, for lack of anything better to do. Seeing as Vegeta had exceeded his two days, the door, of course, had disappeared, and they were trapped inside, which didn't particularly phase the stubborn Vegeta. On the lookout, watching the mess, Mr. Popo sighed. This is what happened, When Gods Went Bad.
***Note: Hmm...just realized that Vegetock's quest for a baby dinosaur sounds awfully like Hagrid's quest for a dragon, so I think I'll disclaim that as well as...well...everything else! Originally Dende was going to go into rehab and sing Kumbaya, but I figured the drunk tank would be more realistic for the time being. Fear not, he may eventually enter a detox center and be forced to attend group. "Hello, my name's Dende, and I'm an alcoholic!" HELLO DENDE! Hope you liked the chapter, until next week, this is Frozenflower, signing off! R&R please ^_^***
A/N--I would like to thank the person who said in a review that my story cheered them up--just knowing that I can help someone overcome the awful experience of being peed on by a toad makes everything right with my world *grins* In other news, thanks to those of you who suggested that perhaps Gohan could fuse with Trunks. Burenda in particular for suggesting MIRAI Trunks. What a truly wonderful way to torture Gohan and I never even thought of it! Hope you like the chapter ^_^
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Mirai Trunks sat warily across from Gohan, watching as Goten and Chibi Trunks attempted to master the fusion technique under the erratic guidance of Vegetock.
"And a one, and a two and a three!" Vegetock caroled, clapping his hands gleefully, "Put your right foot in, put your right foot out put your right foot in and shake it all about!"
As Goten jiggled in accordance with the directions, Chibi Trunks looked doubtfully from his right foot to Vegetock, "What does this have to do with the fusion technique, sir?" he asked hesitantly.
"Why nothing at all!" Vegetock exclaimed merrily, "Is that what we were doing? I'd rather forgotten."
Mirai Trunks placed his forehead in his hands and groaned. It had been like this for the past hour, off and on. When the fusion had faded, the Supreme Kai had goaded Bardock and King Vegeta into performing it again sweetened with the promise of extra vacation time. The two dead saiyans now had a whole week to spend on Earth, but at a great personal cost--their solemn vow to perform the fusion technique as many times as necessary for Goten and Chibi Trunks to master it. Ruminating on it, Mirai Trunks thought that perhaps a week wouldn't be long enough.
"Is it just me," Gohan commented offhandedly, "Or is this doomed to fail?"
Mirai Trunks snorted. Even if Gohan WERE correct, he made a point of disagreeing with evil dictators on as many issues as possible. Pondering hard, Mirai Trunks wracked his brain to think up a counter-arguement as to why the Goten/Chibi Trunks fusion idea obviously would NOT fail, when a bright flash of light interrupted the crowd on the lookout.
It was a machine. An oddly familiar egg shaped machine. For one, awful terrible moment, Mirai Trunks was sure that Evil Mirai Gohan had returned...to seek his revenge. But no...Mirai Gohan had been absorbed...so who could it be?
A blue haired woman stepped from the pod, arms crossing in a maternal manner as she narrowed in on Super Trunks. Stalking up to the clueless duplicate, Mirai Bulma grabbed one sensitive Saiyan ear and proceeded to shout it off. "WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?! You KNOW you don't have a license to drive the time machine yet Trunks, I just can't BELIEVE you! Even if Gohan WAS after us, that's absolutely NO EXCUSE! Do you have any idea how long it took me to build another time machine?! But no, you didn't consider that, did you?"
As his mother continued to rant and rave at the wrong Trunks, Mirai Trunks backed slowly away from the scene...he knew he wasn't supposed to drive the time machine without a licensed adult, but...he had his permit, and DID know how to drive, he couldn't believe she was making such a big deal of it! Quietly creaking open a convenient door, Mirai Trunks slipped inside a nearby room, determined to outlast his mother's wrath. Vegeta, also avid to escape this very loud and demanding version of Bulma, followed his Mirai son inside and quietly slid shut the door to the Room of Spirit and Time.
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As Bulma came up for breath, she noted the figures standing around her, staring with varying degrees of astonishment at the blue-haired bombshell who had emerged so unexpectedly into their midst. Wide eyed she surveyed the crowd, noting Piccolo, Krillin, and even #18! Why, she'd just left them at home as children not minutes before, and here they were full grown adults!
"Bulma?" Goku approached the woman hesitantly, "I...if you're the Bulma from Mirai Trunks' time, I think you have the wrong Trunks." Taking the relieved Super Trunks by the shoulders, Goku continued, "This guy's Super Trunks. He was the original Mirai Trunks from the timeline where the androids killed everyone. Your son is..." Goku blinked and looked around in confusion, "Hey, where did he go?"
Gohan, who had stood up at Bulma's entrance, looked to the space that Mirai Trunks had just occupied moments and shrugged, "No idea, dad."
Bulma, who had been staring at Goku in shocked joy at seeing him for the first time in so many years, yelped and dove behind him at the sight of Gohan, "AHHHH! It's Gohan!"
Gohan blushed and scratched his head sheepishly, "Err...Bulma?" peeking behind his bemused father, Gohan was confronted with Bulma's angry blue eyes, "I'm not evil...I promise."
Bulma relaxed a little at Goku's confirming nod and espied Videl striding over to support her boyfriend, "Oh good, Videl, you're in this timeline too! I'm glad to see you're keeping Gohan in line--how's Panny doing?"
Videl blinked, "Panny?"
Bulma stared back uncomprehendingly, "Yeah, Panny...." Not receiving a response she continued, "You know, Son Pan, short, black hair, orange bandana, your daughter...?"
Krillin grinned for the first time since Vegetock had appeared and stepped forward to pat Gohan heartily on the back, handing him a cigar he had kept handy for the last several years, always prepared to be an accessory to Gohan's embarassment, "Congratulations, Dad!"
Videl experienced a chronic shortage of blood to the rest of her body as her face flooded bright crimson. Gohan weeble-wobbled faintly and stared at Bulma in shock before the sound of ripping metal distracted all of their attentions from this rather interesting discussion.
Vegetock stood scratching his head and frowning intently at the decapitated space pod. Looking to Chibi Trunks who wore an 'I-didn't-do-it' expression with perfect, angelic innocence, he exclaimed, "There's nothing in there! It's an empty egg!" Frowning disappointedly, Vegetock prodded around inside the capsule, "Where's the baby dinosaur?" Hearts leapt to Vegetock's eyes at the thought of his own personal baby dinosaur, "He'll be cold and lonely without me, I need to find him!" Embarking on a great quest for his own personal baby dinosaur, Vegetock rambled aimlessly around the lookout, egged on by Chibi Trunks and Goten who saw to it that the situation deteriorated rather quickly.
"Hey, Vegetock, I think I saw him behind that tree!" *crash, bash, bang*
"No, no!" Goten giggled, "He's in there!" *smash, RIIIIP, KABLLAAAM!*
Mirai Bulma stood disheveled next to Goku, twitching slightly as a rumbling cloud of debris swooshed past the sweatdropping group of Z-fighters. "And just who is THAT, Goku?"
Goku sighed, "THAT, is a long, long story."
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The Supreme Kai laughed at this newest development. Mirai Trunks and Vegeta locked in the Hyperbolic Chamber, and Mirai Bulma here looking for her errant son. Adding some more salt to his popcorn the Supreme God of the Multiverse reflected absently that it really WAS good to be the SUPREME Kai.
He'd have had to bust any other Kai who messed with the affairs of mortals this much, but seeing as he was the boss....well, that afforded one certain privelidges. There were plenty of universes out there. It wouldn't matter TOO much if he messed up just ONE....
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As Dende finally made his way, stumbling, from the loathesome house of mirrors, he reflected that it had changed his life for good. Well, not really, but it had sure as hell freaked him out. First thing he was going to do when he got back to the lookout was create a new celestial law. 'Thou shalt not build houses of mirrors, for they are the domain of Satan, and unholy to look upon.' That ought to do it. Dende shuddered, thinking back upon the horrifying experience. He wasn't lying when he said they were unholy--and as holy as he was, Dende ought to know!
Walking out of the amusement park, Dende was vaguely surprised to see a flashing line of police cruisers. Shrugging, he shoved past the congregating officers, with slurred mutters of apology, until he was stopped by the rather intimidating bulk of a stodgy woman in blue. "Shhhhcuse me," Dende muttered, trying to slide past without notice.
Officer Bee uttered a groan of annoyance, looking down to see the diminutive green form that had stumbled into her. Ever since the world had woken up to discover their collective tails, the number of drunks wandering the street had shot sky high. But this guy...this guy looked BAD. How much did you have to drink to turn that color of green?
Wrapping her own tail about her waist, Officer Bee grabbed the tottering Dende by the shoulder and steered him towards her nearby cruiser. There were more than enough personnel maintaining the blockade to the park, and seeing as Mr. Satan's jetcopter had departed over an hour ago, it was doubtful that anything eventful was going to happen. Mr. Satan had already saved the day.
Pushing Dende gently into the back of the car, Officer Bee shook her head in amusement at the feel of his antennae. Kids these days and their outrageous hairstyles! Dende lolling in the backseat, Officer Bee drove quickly, but conscientiously towards the city lockup and the drunk tank, to make one little green deposit.
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Pulling up in front of the city jail, Officer Bee was surprised to see Hercule's jetcopter settled in the midst of a large crowd of officers, city officials and general citizens. Pausing for a moment, she observed that there seemed to be something of a press conference in progress. There seemed to be an awful lot of press conferences lately.
Beside Hercule stood two blonde teenagers. The boy beamed proudly at his rescuer, his slick blonde tail arched behind him, while the girl seemed to be glaring at the champion's words. Surprised at the expression, Officer Bee took a few steps closer to listen in on what was being said.
"Yeah, I knew that these were the kids from the start," Hercule stated boastfully, putting a companionable arm around Sharpener and Erasa's shoulders. Oblivious to the blonde girl's loathing glare, he continued blithely, "Yeah, that alien saw me coming, and he was running scared alright! I didn't even have to unleash my Satan Super Slash..." the crowd 'oohed', "Or my Hercule Hurricane Heave," the crowd 'ahhed', "Or even my Hercule Satan Heavenly Storm of Horrific S--uh...S...Stuff!!!" Hercule finished smoothly. As the crowd roared in delighted approval, Erasa leaned her forehead in one hand, feeling slightly nauseous.
"Mr. Satan!" A frantic voice called from the back of the crowd.
Hercule's afro lifted regally to confront the speaker, who just happened to be the chief of police, "What do you want?"
"Mr. Satan!" the man kowtowed, "There--there's been a report..." the man gulped fearfully, "He-he's back! Cell--he's back! There've been several reported sightings of him in the town Selsnak--right outside that amusement park! That other aliens you defeated...they must have somehow brought Cell back to life!"
As Mr. Satan's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face, the crowd began slowly chanting, a low rumbling chant that turned into a cheer, "satan....satan....Satan....Satan....SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!"
Erasa smiled a slow smile and joined in on the cheer, grabbing a microphone, "SATAN, SATAN! YAY! Alright everyone, Mr. Satan's going to save us from Cell just like he did last time, right Mr. Satan?" Not giving the champ any time to answer, Erasa, accompanied by several burly officers shoved the unfortunate Mr. Satan back into the jetcopter, which blasted into the air, headed for Selsnak City.
Turning with a sigh of relief at Mr. Satan's departure, Erasa noticed a twitching blonde tail sticking out from beneath the curtain of the podium that sat center stage. Pulling the cloth aside, she sighed at the twitching miserable wreck that rocked back and forth within the structure. "Oh Sharpie..."
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Officer Bee blinked and shook her head. Apparently sometimes it WAS just being in the right place at the right time that let you catch sight of interesting events. Pulling her eyes away from the blonde girl who was slowly leading a shaky looking blonde boy down from the stage, and into the crowd of officers, Bee resumed her mission, opening the back of her patrol car to pull the half somnolent Dende to his feet.
Dende staggered along behind the buxom woman who had him under her control, wondering vaguely where he was. Oh well, anywhere was better than that insane amusement park.
As Bee led him into a busy room, however, Dende began to have second thoughts. The room was pure chaos. If Bee hadn't stuck with him through the whole process, he would have been totally and completely lost. Dende wandered from station to station as the officers attempted to gain information on him.
"Would you PLEASE give me your real name and occupation buddy?" An exasperated balding officer said, gesturing to a long line of people waiting for his attention.
Dende repressed an indignant snort, "I TOLD you," he slurred stubbornly, "My name izzzh Dende, I live on zhe lookout with Popo and Pickle....*snort, laugh, giggle* he's sour like a pickle sometimes, but that's not his name...let me thinksh....Pickle...Picclllo! Yeah, that'sh it, Piccolo! And I'm God for a living, so you'd better shtop being sho rude to me!!"
The attending officer just shook his head and sighed. "Fine. John Doe, occupation unknown. NEXT!"
Dende shot the man a glare as Bee escorted him to the next station. Twenty minutes and a pad of finger-printing ink later, Dende smiled as he posed for his mug-shot, only slightly ink-smudged, and was escorted to the drunk tank to sleep it off. "Here ya go kid," Bee said kindly. "Everything'll seem clearer in the morning."
Dende glared woozily at the door as it clanked shut behind him, and turned to face his fellows cellmates, only to see a large shadow lurking over his own. "Well, well, well, what have we got here," sneered the resident bully, somewhat stereotypically named Butch.
Dende, who was just clear headed enough to know what was going on, but still drunk enough not to realize the danger he was in, smiled cheerily at Butch and smacked him on the back in a hearty attempt at camaraderie, "Boy are YOU messhing with the wrong guy," Dende confided, "Let me tell you a little shtory."
Time passed as it has a way of doing, and eventually, the story drew to a close with all of the occupants of the drunk tank, laughing uproariously, Pina Colada in hand. Halfway through the story, Dende had sobered up just enough to remember how to spontaneously create Pina Coladas, and now no hand was empty, a brightly colored umbrella decorating every glass. Pink, of course, was reserved solely for Dende.
Butch, drained the last of his glass, and gasping held it out for more, almost choking on his laughter, "So you really did all that to this Gohan guy and actually GOT AWAY with it?! How is it you're still BREATHING man?"
Dende shrugged nonchalantly and distributed another round, "I told you. I'm God."
Taking a sip from his frosty-cool glass, Butch sighed in contentment, making no motion to disagree, "Whatever you say man, whatever you say. Just keep 'em coming."
As the drunks in the drunk tank partied it up, Mr. Satan headed towards Selsnak city, and certain danger. Up on the lookout, a frantic Goku tried to contain Vegetock's rampage, as Vegeta and Mirai Trunks trained together in the hyperbolic time chamber, for lack of anything better to do. Seeing as Vegeta had exceeded his two days, the door, of course, had disappeared, and they were trapped inside, which didn't particularly phase the stubborn Vegeta. On the lookout, watching the mess, Mr. Popo sighed. This is what happened, When Gods Went Bad.
***Note: Hmm...just realized that Vegetock's quest for a baby dinosaur sounds awfully like Hagrid's quest for a dragon, so I think I'll disclaim that as well as...well...everything else! Originally Dende was going to go into rehab and sing Kumbaya, but I figured the drunk tank would be more realistic for the time being. Fear not, he may eventually enter a detox center and be forced to attend group. "Hello, my name's Dende, and I'm an alcoholic!" HELLO DENDE! Hope you liked the chapter, until next week, this is Frozenflower, signing off! R&R please ^_^***