CHAPTER 4: WACKY NEWS REPORTERS
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ or "Whose Line?" Please don't sue me. Thanks.
Feleda: Ack! Sorry for the super-long lack of up-date to all you faithful readers out there. I was waiting for ideas for games. I guess I'll just have to start this out with my ideas alone. But, I always encourage your ideas. Keep 'em coming!
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Finally, night came upon Hell. Bleachers had been set up around the classic "Whose Line is it Anyway?" stage: four chairs, a "pit", stairs, a podium for the host. Cell was warming up by playing a selection of Mozart. Goz and Mez were busy ushering the Kinto-un look-alikes into the bleachers. (For all you dubbies out there, Kinto-un= Gokuu's Flying Nimbus. Don't worry, I've only seen the dubbed episodes out there.) They little clouds really weren't paying much attention to the ogre's, and were busy "chattering" (if that's what you want to call it) to themselves in an excited fashion. The Red Ribbon Army was in the bleachers too, as well as the rest of the Ginyu force, the other six Cell Juniors, and all the other villains that I really don't feel like naming right now.
Raditz and 17 were busy making last-minute checks with Nappa through head-sets to make sure everything would be nothing less than spectacularly hilarious. They weren't doing this for nothing! They would be the Champions of the Improv World!
Jeice, General Blue, Captain Ginyu, and C.J. 1 were sitting in the chairs relaxing and taking sips of water. Freeza was fiddling with his notes absentmindedly, impatient to begin. He began doodling. In his doodling, though, he began to draw the greatest picture of Zarbon the Universe had ever seen- the detail was magnificent. Unfortunately, he wasn't really paying attention, and didn't notice his natural talents, and threw it away after the show. (You can tell he's a villain- he doesn't recycle!) Also, unfortunately, he was in Hell, so should he had recognized his talent, it would've been wasted, seeing that he could never make any worth-while profit off of it.
Anyways, Raditz finally gave the A-OK, and things got under way. "Live from Hell, it's 'Whose Line is it Anyway?'!" Dabura's voice boomed out. Cell slapped himself on the forehead. That was the cue for Saturday Night Live! Oh well. "With your host… Freeeeezaaaaaa!"
"Thank you, thank you," Freeza acknowledged the cheers. "Along with myself, we have: the always charming General of the Red Ribbon Army- General Blue." The Red Ribbon Army gave the appropriate cheers. "He may be small, but you don't want to mess with this blue dude: Cell Junior Number One." Cell Juniors numbers 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 all cheered loudly, as did Gero. After all, they were the spawn off his creation! Cell looked on proudly. "Next, we have two of the greatest members of the Ginyu Force: Captain Ginyu himself, and Jeice." The last three members cheered loudly.
"Our first game involves all four contestants, so if you could all just come down…" They obliged. "This is the 'Weird News Reporters Game.' Now, Ginyu will be hosting the show, and he has a guest, and that's you, General Blue. There will be a problem of some sort, and Blue will be explaining it to Ginyu, and we'll have someone at the scene; that's you Jeice. Along with Jeice, there'll be a witness, or, rather, witnesses that talk- that's you Cell Junior Numero Uno." Everyone took their places. A murmur of joy filtered through the audience- this was one of everyone's favorite games.
"Now, we need a field for the General to expert in. Suggestions…?" Freeza asked, turning to face his audience.
"Weapons!"
"Foxes!"
"Quiet, Shao!" Nappa roared.
"Nursery rhythms!" someone called.
"Nursery Rhythms, ey? Sounds great," Freeza smiled. "So, there's some sort of problem with nursery rhythms, and Jeice is on the scene. Take it whenever."
Cell played the corny intro music that comes before all news shows. Jeice and Ginyu looked busy, but then spun around to face the camera, emitting laughter in the audience. "Hello. I'm Captain Ginyu. Today, on 6th minute and 35th second news, (more chuckling) our guest is Jeice. Jeice, would you mind telling us what you specialize in?" Ginyu asked, spinning around to face Jeice.
"Of course, Cap'n!" he said, flipping his hair over his shoulder. "I specialize in nursery rhymes; I have my degree in Nursery Rhymeology, and have done countless hours off field-work."
"That sounds positively fascinating! But hold on a sec, we just got a field report from General Blue. What is it, Blue?" Ginyu asked, holding his ear where the mic would've been, had there been one.
General Blue was doing the same. "Yes, Ginyu. There seems to be a bit of an upset with a certain 'Little Miss Muffet,'" Blue told them. The audience laughed at this. "Ms. Muffet," Blue said, turning to C.J.#1, and handing him the "mic." "Tell us, what exactly happened?"
A series of incomprehensible little noises came out of CJ's mouth, leaving a stunned, sweat-dropping audience, and a roaring Cell and all the other Cell Juniors.
Blue had expected this, and was prepared. "I'm terribly sorry, miss! I do hope tha we catch that spider some day." CJ blew his nose on the coat of Blue's jacket. "Er… Back to you Ginyu!"
"Yes, and thank you, General. Jeice, what do you make of it?" he asked his red-skinned friend.
"Well, Cap'n," began Jeice in his Englsh dubbed, Australian voice, "This case is not uncommon- my sister had the same thing happen to her: sitting on her tuffet, minding her own business, when BAM! Along comes a spider and frightened her away. "Happens everyday. The question remains though: why?"
Ginyu looked at Jeice with a look of intense interest. "Why indeed? Well, that includes today's session of 6th minute and 35th second news. Join us in two minutes, for the 8th minute and 35th second news! Until then, I'm your host, Captain Ginyu." Cell played the ending music, and the contestants returned to their seats; Jeice fixed his hair, CJ cracked his fingers, Ginyu smiled the crooked smile of his, and Blue took a sip of water.
"That was a stirring performance boys. The points are as follows: Ginyu, Jeice, and Blue are tied for second at fifty nine points, and CJ is in the lead with fifty nine and a half points!" the audience cheered. CJ jumped on top of his seat, pumping his arms into the air- no one noticed since his height didn't drastically change.
"And now, our next game is…"
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Well, hope it was worth the wait. Again, my most sincere apologies. I've been getting a few complaints from people via AIM, so that made me get cracking. If you want to know the reason why this is taking me so damn long, it's because I'm working on some original stories of mine that you can chack out here on FanFiction.net (hint, hint) The people who've read them really like them. I encourage you to do the same (hint, hint. At nothing else, read my poems. They aren't that long at all.)
As usual, tell me your suggestions in your reviews, e-mail me, or IM me. Feel totally free to IM me whenever. I'd love to talk to you guys!
With that said, I'm working on another "Whose Line?"/DBZ fic with Iceis. This involves mass audience participation, and I suggest you get "involved". Just go to my favorite aiuthors section, and click on her name. You'll get there, I promise. Well, until later!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ or "Whose Line?" Please don't sue me. Thanks.
Feleda: Ack! Sorry for the super-long lack of up-date to all you faithful readers out there. I was waiting for ideas for games. I guess I'll just have to start this out with my ideas alone. But, I always encourage your ideas. Keep 'em coming!
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Finally, night came upon Hell. Bleachers had been set up around the classic "Whose Line is it Anyway?" stage: four chairs, a "pit", stairs, a podium for the host. Cell was warming up by playing a selection of Mozart. Goz and Mez were busy ushering the Kinto-un look-alikes into the bleachers. (For all you dubbies out there, Kinto-un= Gokuu's Flying Nimbus. Don't worry, I've only seen the dubbed episodes out there.) They little clouds really weren't paying much attention to the ogre's, and were busy "chattering" (if that's what you want to call it) to themselves in an excited fashion. The Red Ribbon Army was in the bleachers too, as well as the rest of the Ginyu force, the other six Cell Juniors, and all the other villains that I really don't feel like naming right now.
Raditz and 17 were busy making last-minute checks with Nappa through head-sets to make sure everything would be nothing less than spectacularly hilarious. They weren't doing this for nothing! They would be the Champions of the Improv World!
Jeice, General Blue, Captain Ginyu, and C.J. 1 were sitting in the chairs relaxing and taking sips of water. Freeza was fiddling with his notes absentmindedly, impatient to begin. He began doodling. In his doodling, though, he began to draw the greatest picture of Zarbon the Universe had ever seen- the detail was magnificent. Unfortunately, he wasn't really paying attention, and didn't notice his natural talents, and threw it away after the show. (You can tell he's a villain- he doesn't recycle!) Also, unfortunately, he was in Hell, so should he had recognized his talent, it would've been wasted, seeing that he could never make any worth-while profit off of it.
Anyways, Raditz finally gave the A-OK, and things got under way. "Live from Hell, it's 'Whose Line is it Anyway?'!" Dabura's voice boomed out. Cell slapped himself on the forehead. That was the cue for Saturday Night Live! Oh well. "With your host… Freeeeezaaaaaa!"
"Thank you, thank you," Freeza acknowledged the cheers. "Along with myself, we have: the always charming General of the Red Ribbon Army- General Blue." The Red Ribbon Army gave the appropriate cheers. "He may be small, but you don't want to mess with this blue dude: Cell Junior Number One." Cell Juniors numbers 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 all cheered loudly, as did Gero. After all, they were the spawn off his creation! Cell looked on proudly. "Next, we have two of the greatest members of the Ginyu Force: Captain Ginyu himself, and Jeice." The last three members cheered loudly.
"Our first game involves all four contestants, so if you could all just come down…" They obliged. "This is the 'Weird News Reporters Game.' Now, Ginyu will be hosting the show, and he has a guest, and that's you, General Blue. There will be a problem of some sort, and Blue will be explaining it to Ginyu, and we'll have someone at the scene; that's you Jeice. Along with Jeice, there'll be a witness, or, rather, witnesses that talk- that's you Cell Junior Numero Uno." Everyone took their places. A murmur of joy filtered through the audience- this was one of everyone's favorite games.
"Now, we need a field for the General to expert in. Suggestions…?" Freeza asked, turning to face his audience.
"Weapons!"
"Foxes!"
"Quiet, Shao!" Nappa roared.
"Nursery rhythms!" someone called.
"Nursery Rhythms, ey? Sounds great," Freeza smiled. "So, there's some sort of problem with nursery rhythms, and Jeice is on the scene. Take it whenever."
Cell played the corny intro music that comes before all news shows. Jeice and Ginyu looked busy, but then spun around to face the camera, emitting laughter in the audience. "Hello. I'm Captain Ginyu. Today, on 6th minute and 35th second news, (more chuckling) our guest is Jeice. Jeice, would you mind telling us what you specialize in?" Ginyu asked, spinning around to face Jeice.
"Of course, Cap'n!" he said, flipping his hair over his shoulder. "I specialize in nursery rhymes; I have my degree in Nursery Rhymeology, and have done countless hours off field-work."
"That sounds positively fascinating! But hold on a sec, we just got a field report from General Blue. What is it, Blue?" Ginyu asked, holding his ear where the mic would've been, had there been one.
General Blue was doing the same. "Yes, Ginyu. There seems to be a bit of an upset with a certain 'Little Miss Muffet,'" Blue told them. The audience laughed at this. "Ms. Muffet," Blue said, turning to C.J.#1, and handing him the "mic." "Tell us, what exactly happened?"
A series of incomprehensible little noises came out of CJ's mouth, leaving a stunned, sweat-dropping audience, and a roaring Cell and all the other Cell Juniors.
Blue had expected this, and was prepared. "I'm terribly sorry, miss! I do hope tha we catch that spider some day." CJ blew his nose on the coat of Blue's jacket. "Er… Back to you Ginyu!"
"Yes, and thank you, General. Jeice, what do you make of it?" he asked his red-skinned friend.
"Well, Cap'n," began Jeice in his Englsh dubbed, Australian voice, "This case is not uncommon- my sister had the same thing happen to her: sitting on her tuffet, minding her own business, when BAM! Along comes a spider and frightened her away. "Happens everyday. The question remains though: why?"
Ginyu looked at Jeice with a look of intense interest. "Why indeed? Well, that includes today's session of 6th minute and 35th second news. Join us in two minutes, for the 8th minute and 35th second news! Until then, I'm your host, Captain Ginyu." Cell played the ending music, and the contestants returned to their seats; Jeice fixed his hair, CJ cracked his fingers, Ginyu smiled the crooked smile of his, and Blue took a sip of water.
"That was a stirring performance boys. The points are as follows: Ginyu, Jeice, and Blue are tied for second at fifty nine points, and CJ is in the lead with fifty nine and a half points!" the audience cheered. CJ jumped on top of his seat, pumping his arms into the air- no one noticed since his height didn't drastically change.
"And now, our next game is…"
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Well, hope it was worth the wait. Again, my most sincere apologies. I've been getting a few complaints from people via AIM, so that made me get cracking. If you want to know the reason why this is taking me so damn long, it's because I'm working on some original stories of mine that you can chack out here on FanFiction.net (hint, hint) The people who've read them really like them. I encourage you to do the same (hint, hint. At nothing else, read my poems. They aren't that long at all.)
As usual, tell me your suggestions in your reviews, e-mail me, or IM me. Feel totally free to IM me whenever. I'd love to talk to you guys!
With that said, I'm working on another "Whose Line?"/DBZ fic with Iceis. This involves mass audience participation, and I suggest you get "involved". Just go to my favorite aiuthors section, and click on her name. You'll get there, I promise. Well, until later!