CASE #3: GOKU
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Goku sat daintily on the marbel steps, scrubbing them peacefully in his tattered dress. It was the only one he had, you know! "Sing sweet nightengale, sing sweet nightengale, hiiiiighhhhh above...," he sang.
"Cinderellu! Stop that racket at once!" his evil step-mother, Lunch (in evil form), screeched from above.
"I'm sorry, step-mother!" Goku called in response and then proceeded humming the song quietly instead.
"Cinderellu!" Goku looked up as one of his aunry step-brothers hollered. "The sheets on my bed need washed again!" Gotella stormed into the room, his Goku-clone hair bouncing.
"You were supposed to do MY homework HOURS ago!" Anagohan stormed into the room, peering down at his younger brother with irritation.
The two started throwing blasts at each other. Just as they were each powering a Kamehameha wave, Goku interupted.
"Wait, calm down! I already FINISHED your homework, Anagohan, and I'll put your sheets in immediately, Gotella."
"You BETTER because I'M going to NEED them tonight! Anagohan doesn't even have to go to SCHOOL until next week!" Gotella stuck his tongue out.
"Why you little...," Anagohan pounced at his brother.
Goku stood as the doorbell rang. "Thank you," he curtsied politely to the message deliveror, taking the envelope.
"What is it, what is it?" Anagohan and Gotella crowded him.
"It's an announcement of some sort," Goku answered.
"Cinderellu! Who was that at the door?" Lunch called angrily.
"We got a message, step-mother!" Goku yelled.
"Oooh, oooh, give to me!" Gotella jumped up and grabbed the envelope from his hand, promptly opening it. "Hey!" he turned as Anagohan snatched it away.
"You can hardly even read!" Anagohan sneered.
"Oh yeah...," Gotella scratched the back of his head with a grin.
"It says... You are cordially invited to a ball at princess Chichi's palace where one of three magnificent door-prizes will be presented to the 15th caller."
"Oh boy, oh boy, a ball!" Goella started jumping up and down. "What will I wear?" he asked quically, sticking a finger in his mouth.
"What's a ball?" Goku asked.
"Nothing YOU would ever go to!" Anagohan snickered. "It's only for PROPER people, like US."
"Oh," Goku said with disapointment. "But can't I at least know what it is?"
"It's a party where everybody dresses up and brings all sorts of balls to play with, hence the NAME, stupid! A BALL! Then they all share the balls and play for awhile and go home," Anagohan explained.
"I know! I'll wear my orange gi!" Goella exclaimed with excitement, then grabbed his head as Anagohan smacked it. "Ow!"
"You ALWAYS wear your orange gi, idiot! Wear something UNIQUE! Otherwise you wont be dressed up!"
"...ok...I'll wear a tiger suit then."
Anagohan rolled his eyes as they two left the room.
"Gee...I sure wish I could go to the ball," Goku pouted, trudging up the stairs to his room in the attic. "I have a really cool marble to bring...," he sighed, staring out the window at the brightest star in the sky. "Oh wishing star...I wish I may, I wish I might, be able to go, to the ball tonight," he then fell asleep.
"Get up you MORON!" Goku was hit over the head with some sort of stick.
His eyes focussed to see an angry looking Vegeta in a puffy blue dress and tiara, holding a wand. The Diamond tiara seemed to match the natural line of his hair and the dress was covered over by a layer of fine white netting, softening its color.
"Are you my fairy god mother?" Goku asked, excitement in his voice.
"No, STUPID, you wished on the STAR! I'M the blue fairy!"
"Oh. Well, are you here to grant my wish?"
"No, I ENJOY wearing puffy blue dresses and hitting people with wands. It's my night job...," Vegeta placed one hand on his hip and glared. "YES, YOU BRAIN DEAD, WAFFLE FACE!"
Goku cringed, muttering, "Well you don't have to be so nasty about it..."
Vegeta waved the wand around a few times and Goku was suddenly wearing a jester outfit with bells attached to the ends of everything you could think of (almost...this is PG).
Goku looked himself over and pouted. "Aww...I wanted to be a fairy princess..."
"TOO BAD! DEAL with it!" Vegeta spat, changing a coat hanger into an old broken down pinto. "Oh yes, and DON'T come back at midnight! If you stay out past mid-night I can get OUT of this danged dress and YOU'LL be stuck in THAT get-up forever."
"If you didn't want me to come back at mid-night then why did you even warn me?" Goku was confussed.
"BECAUSE! It's in my contract, see?" Vegeta pulled out a long piece of paper and held a magnifying glass up to the fine print. "If I don't warn you, I'M stuck being the BLUE FAIRY FOREVER!" he shuddered. "Now, my work is done. DON'T be back before mid-night!!!!" he vanished.
Goku blinked a few ties, then shrugged, climbing into the pinto. "Wait...I don't know how to drive. Hmmm....uh...go car..."
Suddenly the car zoomed away. Goku smiled, hanging one arm out the window as the pinto sputtered to the palace.
Gotella and Anagohan were already there. Gotella was dressed in his same orange gi, only he's painted a few black stripes on it and a few whiskers on his face. Anagohan was wearing a kangaroo costume and had a big red ball stuffed in the pouch.
"Wow! Look at all the pretty balls!" Goku glanced around there room. There were beach balls, bouncy balls, marbles, baseballs, basketballs...even footballs! Some were clear, some were colored, some had pretty designs...Goku was in heaven.
"May I have your attention please!" Princess Chichi announced to the restless, noisy crowd. "Everybody! You were each given a number when you walked into the room. Please look at that number at this time!"
Goku looked down at the number stamped on the back of his hand. 7.
"Now, there is a telephone station with the same number as you! Go find it and sit down!" Princess Chichi waited impatiently as all the people went to their assigned phone booths. Once they were all settled, she continued her instructions. "There is a phone number written in each of your booths! When I say 'start', call the number. Whoever is the 15th caller, will get to choose one of the three doors and claim their prize! Ready... START!"
Goku looked around the room. Everyone was frantically dialing. He shrugged and did the same, but all he got was a busy signal. "Pst," he tapped the construction cone sitting next to him. "My line is busy..."
"Just keep calling! And leave me alone!" the cone replied.
"Somebody sure is snippy today," Goku muttered, trying again. This time he got a live voice.
"Congratulations, you are caller 15!" the voice announced.
"Really?" Goku smiled. "Oh boy!"
"May I have you attention everybody! Caller 15 has been found! So STOP CALLING!" Chichi screeched. "Our winner is...," she turned away for a moment.
"What is your name, sir?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked.
"I'm Cinder...oh wait, no...uh...I'm...uh...Gokuella," Goku was proud of the secret name he'd come up with.
Chichi turned to face the crowd again. "Our winner is Gokuella! Please step to the front of the room to claim your prize!"
Goku walked, confussed for a moment as to where the front of the room was located. But he figured it out once somebody pointed out the giant arrow and the giant words that said "front of the room".
"Hey...he looks a lot like Cinderellu, doesn't he?" Anagohan whispered.
Gotella shrugged, paying little attention.
"All right, choose one of these three doors," Chichi instructed Goku.
"Uh...THAT one," he pointed to door number two. It was pink and had a white flower painted on it.
"Ok," Chichi opened the door and pulled out a sayaman costume. "Here's your prize."
Goku took the costume, holding it away from him with disgust. "THIS??? But I thought I got to keep the door. Isn't it a door prize?"
"That mean you keep whatever's BEHIND the door!" Chichi rolled her eyes, sauntering out of the room. "Oh, and by the way, I will be GREATLY insulted and be-head you if you don't wear that costume for the remainder of the evening."
"Yikes!" Goku raced to the bathroom to change. It wouldn't be that much longer and then he could get out of the rediculous thing. At least he would get to play with the balls now!
Quickly he went back into the main room where everybody was already having fun without him.
"Hey guys! Can I play with that one?" he pointed at a clear blow-up ball with purple stars all over it.
"Sorry, that one's already taken. This is the last one we have left," some lady handed him a used bee-bee.
Goku looked at it with disapointment. "This doesn't look like much fun..." He tried for a few minutes to play with the bee-bee, but it was dented and wouldn't even ROLL right. Finally he just gave up and decided to go home. Vegeta would be disapointed, but he didn't want to be stuck in his jester costume for the rest of his life...even though he wasn't wearing IT right now.
"Here you go, miss. I'm returning the bee-bee now. Hey, would you happen to know what time it is?"
"It's two minutes past mid-night, sir," the woman answered.
"PAST midnight?! Are you SURE that keep the RIGHT time?!"
"I'll have you know, this watch is set according to the royal clock!" the woman was indignant.
"Oh no!" Goku paniced. He ran outside, but his pinto had turned back into a coat hanger, so he slowly started for home. To top it off, it began pouring and he was being covered in mud. Suddenly he realised something. He was still wearing the SAYAMAN costume! Why hadn't it changed back into the JESTER costume???
Suddenly Vegeta appeared, arms crossed and normal attire. He wore a smirk. "Whatever you were wearing at mid-night...that you shall be wearing FOREVER!" He laughed evilly then vanished.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Goku screamed.
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"Wake up!" Chichi slapped her husband. "You're screaming!"
Goku sat up, confused for a moment, then grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "Boy... what a STRANGE dream! I think Bulma spiked that cake!"
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Cinderella and I do not own Pinocchio (although I wish I did!). And of COURSE, I don't own DBZ either!
A/N: I DO have a definite order to this story now and PROFESSOR BRIEFS is next, followed by MARRON. And there WILL be a dream of Vegeta too, but it's last because he DIDN'T eat the cake... Thanks for the reviews everyone!
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Goku sat daintily on the marbel steps, scrubbing them peacefully in his tattered dress. It was the only one he had, you know! "Sing sweet nightengale, sing sweet nightengale, hiiiiighhhhh above...," he sang.
"Cinderellu! Stop that racket at once!" his evil step-mother, Lunch (in evil form), screeched from above.
"I'm sorry, step-mother!" Goku called in response and then proceeded humming the song quietly instead.
"Cinderellu!" Goku looked up as one of his aunry step-brothers hollered. "The sheets on my bed need washed again!" Gotella stormed into the room, his Goku-clone hair bouncing.
"You were supposed to do MY homework HOURS ago!" Anagohan stormed into the room, peering down at his younger brother with irritation.
The two started throwing blasts at each other. Just as they were each powering a Kamehameha wave, Goku interupted.
"Wait, calm down! I already FINISHED your homework, Anagohan, and I'll put your sheets in immediately, Gotella."
"You BETTER because I'M going to NEED them tonight! Anagohan doesn't even have to go to SCHOOL until next week!" Gotella stuck his tongue out.
"Why you little...," Anagohan pounced at his brother.
Goku stood as the doorbell rang. "Thank you," he curtsied politely to the message deliveror, taking the envelope.
"What is it, what is it?" Anagohan and Gotella crowded him.
"It's an announcement of some sort," Goku answered.
"Cinderellu! Who was that at the door?" Lunch called angrily.
"We got a message, step-mother!" Goku yelled.
"Oooh, oooh, give to me!" Gotella jumped up and grabbed the envelope from his hand, promptly opening it. "Hey!" he turned as Anagohan snatched it away.
"You can hardly even read!" Anagohan sneered.
"Oh yeah...," Gotella scratched the back of his head with a grin.
"It says... You are cordially invited to a ball at princess Chichi's palace where one of three magnificent door-prizes will be presented to the 15th caller."
"Oh boy, oh boy, a ball!" Goella started jumping up and down. "What will I wear?" he asked quically, sticking a finger in his mouth.
"What's a ball?" Goku asked.
"Nothing YOU would ever go to!" Anagohan snickered. "It's only for PROPER people, like US."
"Oh," Goku said with disapointment. "But can't I at least know what it is?"
"It's a party where everybody dresses up and brings all sorts of balls to play with, hence the NAME, stupid! A BALL! Then they all share the balls and play for awhile and go home," Anagohan explained.
"I know! I'll wear my orange gi!" Goella exclaimed with excitement, then grabbed his head as Anagohan smacked it. "Ow!"
"You ALWAYS wear your orange gi, idiot! Wear something UNIQUE! Otherwise you wont be dressed up!"
"...ok...I'll wear a tiger suit then."
Anagohan rolled his eyes as they two left the room.
"Gee...I sure wish I could go to the ball," Goku pouted, trudging up the stairs to his room in the attic. "I have a really cool marble to bring...," he sighed, staring out the window at the brightest star in the sky. "Oh wishing star...I wish I may, I wish I might, be able to go, to the ball tonight," he then fell asleep.
"Get up you MORON!" Goku was hit over the head with some sort of stick.
His eyes focussed to see an angry looking Vegeta in a puffy blue dress and tiara, holding a wand. The Diamond tiara seemed to match the natural line of his hair and the dress was covered over by a layer of fine white netting, softening its color.
"Are you my fairy god mother?" Goku asked, excitement in his voice.
"No, STUPID, you wished on the STAR! I'M the blue fairy!"
"Oh. Well, are you here to grant my wish?"
"No, I ENJOY wearing puffy blue dresses and hitting people with wands. It's my night job...," Vegeta placed one hand on his hip and glared. "YES, YOU BRAIN DEAD, WAFFLE FACE!"
Goku cringed, muttering, "Well you don't have to be so nasty about it..."
Vegeta waved the wand around a few times and Goku was suddenly wearing a jester outfit with bells attached to the ends of everything you could think of (almost...this is PG).
Goku looked himself over and pouted. "Aww...I wanted to be a fairy princess..."
"TOO BAD! DEAL with it!" Vegeta spat, changing a coat hanger into an old broken down pinto. "Oh yes, and DON'T come back at midnight! If you stay out past mid-night I can get OUT of this danged dress and YOU'LL be stuck in THAT get-up forever."
"If you didn't want me to come back at mid-night then why did you even warn me?" Goku was confussed.
"BECAUSE! It's in my contract, see?" Vegeta pulled out a long piece of paper and held a magnifying glass up to the fine print. "If I don't warn you, I'M stuck being the BLUE FAIRY FOREVER!" he shuddered. "Now, my work is done. DON'T be back before mid-night!!!!" he vanished.
Goku blinked a few ties, then shrugged, climbing into the pinto. "Wait...I don't know how to drive. Hmmm....uh...go car..."
Suddenly the car zoomed away. Goku smiled, hanging one arm out the window as the pinto sputtered to the palace.
Gotella and Anagohan were already there. Gotella was dressed in his same orange gi, only he's painted a few black stripes on it and a few whiskers on his face. Anagohan was wearing a kangaroo costume and had a big red ball stuffed in the pouch.
"Wow! Look at all the pretty balls!" Goku glanced around there room. There were beach balls, bouncy balls, marbles, baseballs, basketballs...even footballs! Some were clear, some were colored, some had pretty designs...Goku was in heaven.
"May I have your attention please!" Princess Chichi announced to the restless, noisy crowd. "Everybody! You were each given a number when you walked into the room. Please look at that number at this time!"
Goku looked down at the number stamped on the back of his hand. 7.
"Now, there is a telephone station with the same number as you! Go find it and sit down!" Princess Chichi waited impatiently as all the people went to their assigned phone booths. Once they were all settled, she continued her instructions. "There is a phone number written in each of your booths! When I say 'start', call the number. Whoever is the 15th caller, will get to choose one of the three doors and claim their prize! Ready... START!"
Goku looked around the room. Everyone was frantically dialing. He shrugged and did the same, but all he got was a busy signal. "Pst," he tapped the construction cone sitting next to him. "My line is busy..."
"Just keep calling! And leave me alone!" the cone replied.
"Somebody sure is snippy today," Goku muttered, trying again. This time he got a live voice.
"Congratulations, you are caller 15!" the voice announced.
"Really?" Goku smiled. "Oh boy!"
"May I have you attention everybody! Caller 15 has been found! So STOP CALLING!" Chichi screeched. "Our winner is...," she turned away for a moment.
"What is your name, sir?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked.
"I'm Cinder...oh wait, no...uh...I'm...uh...Gokuella," Goku was proud of the secret name he'd come up with.
Chichi turned to face the crowd again. "Our winner is Gokuella! Please step to the front of the room to claim your prize!"
Goku walked, confussed for a moment as to where the front of the room was located. But he figured it out once somebody pointed out the giant arrow and the giant words that said "front of the room".
"Hey...he looks a lot like Cinderellu, doesn't he?" Anagohan whispered.
Gotella shrugged, paying little attention.
"All right, choose one of these three doors," Chichi instructed Goku.
"Uh...THAT one," he pointed to door number two. It was pink and had a white flower painted on it.
"Ok," Chichi opened the door and pulled out a sayaman costume. "Here's your prize."
Goku took the costume, holding it away from him with disgust. "THIS??? But I thought I got to keep the door. Isn't it a door prize?"
"That mean you keep whatever's BEHIND the door!" Chichi rolled her eyes, sauntering out of the room. "Oh, and by the way, I will be GREATLY insulted and be-head you if you don't wear that costume for the remainder of the evening."
"Yikes!" Goku raced to the bathroom to change. It wouldn't be that much longer and then he could get out of the rediculous thing. At least he would get to play with the balls now!
Quickly he went back into the main room where everybody was already having fun without him.
"Hey guys! Can I play with that one?" he pointed at a clear blow-up ball with purple stars all over it.
"Sorry, that one's already taken. This is the last one we have left," some lady handed him a used bee-bee.
Goku looked at it with disapointment. "This doesn't look like much fun..." He tried for a few minutes to play with the bee-bee, but it was dented and wouldn't even ROLL right. Finally he just gave up and decided to go home. Vegeta would be disapointed, but he didn't want to be stuck in his jester costume for the rest of his life...even though he wasn't wearing IT right now.
"Here you go, miss. I'm returning the bee-bee now. Hey, would you happen to know what time it is?"
"It's two minutes past mid-night, sir," the woman answered.
"PAST midnight?! Are you SURE that keep the RIGHT time?!"
"I'll have you know, this watch is set according to the royal clock!" the woman was indignant.
"Oh no!" Goku paniced. He ran outside, but his pinto had turned back into a coat hanger, so he slowly started for home. To top it off, it began pouring and he was being covered in mud. Suddenly he realised something. He was still wearing the SAYAMAN costume! Why hadn't it changed back into the JESTER costume???
Suddenly Vegeta appeared, arms crossed and normal attire. He wore a smirk. "Whatever you were wearing at mid-night...that you shall be wearing FOREVER!" He laughed evilly then vanished.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Goku screamed.
~
"Wake up!" Chichi slapped her husband. "You're screaming!"
Goku sat up, confused for a moment, then grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "Boy... what a STRANGE dream! I think Bulma spiked that cake!"
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Cinderella and I do not own Pinocchio (although I wish I did!). And of COURSE, I don't own DBZ either!
A/N: I DO have a definite order to this story now and PROFESSOR BRIEFS is next, followed by MARRON. And there WILL be a dream of Vegeta too, but it's last because he DIDN'T eat the cake... Thanks for the reviews everyone!