Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any of the characters!!!!!
Bummer!!!
I don't own Twinkies either. Or Mechwarrior 3. Or my little brother. Or my friends.
Okay, sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out…school's been evil. I went from an A to a D in English and my parents just about bit my head off… But, I was able to sneak in a chapter… Enjoy!!!
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Bulma sighed. The three Saiyans had taken over the mask pulling off about three hours ago when Gohan had regained consciousness. There were literally thousands of masks littering the floor. Suddenly Trunks came to site next to her, putting his head on her shoulder.
"Ooooh! You have a nice soft shoulder!" he exclaimed, snuggling in closer.
(Hee hee…my friend Ilana has been going around testing out people's shoulders…since I have a bony shoulder, I gave Bulma a nice soft shoulder.)
"Um, thanks. I think…"
Gohan and Goten cam over too, dragging the mysterious body behind them. It was still asleep because Bulma had IV'd its arm and was giving it intravenous sedatives so they wouldn't have to put up with a crazy masked person/thing/whatever in their living room.
"This is gonna take forever, " complained Goten as he put his head on Bulma's other shoulder, "Ooooh! You have soft shoulders!!"
(Evil laugh)
…
The author sat in front of her computer. She couldn't think of anything else to type. So, she went to make a sandwich. A shadow lurked in the corner, and when she left the room, it glued itself to the computer and began to type…
…
Vegeta remembered little. He had been training in the gravity room -what a surprise- when a giant claw had grabbed him. Powering up in anger, he was quickly struck on the head. The next thing her knew, Shenlong had been holding him captive! A low growl escaped the Saiyan Prince.
"Hey, that wasn't me!" came the indignant response.
"What?" asked the author's younger brother.
"I said, 'that wasn't me'!"
"Well if it wasn't you, who was it?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, I don't know who it was!!!"
"How could you not know? You're writing this!"
"So? What does that have to do with anything?"
Vegeta actually blanched. He was under the control of a writer who didn't know what they were doing.
"Okay, " he said, "Why don't you just let your sister, the actual author, continue the story?"
"Hey! I can write just-" he was cut off by a call from the kitchen.
"Chronos! (Hey, don't blame me! He picked that name!!!) What are you doing?!?!"
"Nothing!" he quickly yelled as he hit the save button and ran out of the room.
"Nothing my…" came the disgruntled mumbling.
The author walked back into the room and hopped back into the chair. She glanced at the screen. Chronos had quit her story and opened up Mechwarrior 3. 'Hmmm,' she thought, 'Why not?' She smiled and clicked on Wolf Clan.
A few minutes later…
"Wetnose?!?! He called me wetnose! That jerk!" Highly disgruntled growls came from the computer room. "Well, that loser just picked the wrong person to mess with." Type, type… "Ha! Wetnose THIS!!!" she said triumphantly, hitting the enter key. A rather humorous picture of Frieza in his little space-thingie had replaced the instructor image of a forbidding-looking mech. Training her guns on the ugly creature, she launched a barrage of missiles at him, utterly destroying him.
"Ha! That should teach you to insult a hacker! Stupid…"
A few hours later, the author had worked out all her feelings about certain dumb bad guys I could mention. Blowing up Buu, Frieza, Cell, King Kold, Coola, Garlic Jr., and that big creepy monster thing that begins with an H in that movie with Tapion had certain therapeutic effects. (Is it Hildegar? I can't remember. Oh well…)
Back to the story!!
The entire group from the living room was sitting around the table, nibbling a snack. Gohan must have been a bit hungry since he had just about inhaled 3 whole watermelons along with 6 boxes of Twinkies. Suddenly the author realized she had forgotten to include a major character! ARG! She had forgotten TWO major characters! Smacking herself on the head, she quickly wrote them in.
The doorbell rang. Actually it quacked. Bulma had gotten tired of the classic ding-dong, and had put in a randomizer. The doorbell frequently sounded howling, croaks, yodeling, splats, and gongs, along with the myriads of other sounds. Bulma had disabled the catcall and wolf whistle after an unfortunate incident involving her taking a shower, someone ringing the doorbell, and Vegeta walking down the hallway. She had come out of the shower, heard a whistle, and had seen Vegeta walking down the hall. He still teased her about his getting slapped across the face by the terrifying blue-haired towel lady.
Goku poked his head in the door,
"Hello?"
"Goku!" The slightly deranged Bulma slammed the unfortunate Saiyan against the wall. She hugged him and then turned her attention to the black-haired woman watching in bewilderment.
"Chi Chi, you have no idea how happy I am to see you guys! I have been stuck in this house for the past 6 hours pulling masks of off this weird guy who was pretending to be Vegeta!"
"Wha-" Started Chi Chi, when she was interrupted by Goku.
"What's this about someone pretending to be like Vegeta?" he asked, rubbing his head where it had hit the shelf.
"Look." Came the reply along with a pointed finger.
Goku saw a leather miniskirted, high-heeled freak surrounded by masks piled 20 feet deep in some places. It was currently wearing a mask that looked like Brolli.
(Yay! Brolli! Someone wrote a spiffy ficcy about Brolli and I, having the worst memory on the planet, don't remember ANYTHING about it, except that I liked it and that it involved Brolli. Annoying, ne?)
Goku walked over and started pulling off masks. Gohan saw him, and gave him a helpful tip,
"If you power up, you can use super speed to pull them off really fast."
"Oh really?" asked Goku. Gohan, Goten, and Trunks all nodded. Goku looked back at the masked figure and readied himself.
The author suddenly looked confused,
"Is it just me, or did it just get stupider in here?"
"That might have something to do with the sudden addition of a blonde in the room Kai." Said the Golden Retriever at her feet.
"Sammy! You silly wittle puppy! Ooohhh!! You're so cute!!!" squeals the author as she reaches down to scratch the young dog's floppy ears. Her expressive brown eyes close in pleasure and she leans against the author's leg. Getting dog fur all over it.
"Um, Sam? You're getting fur all over my leg."
Ignoring her completely, the rather light Goldie started to lick the author's hand.
"Sammy! Cut that out! Go away!" yelled the author as she wiped her hand off and shooed the puppy away. As the dog left the room, Kai felt the room become more intelligent.
Goku powered down. He was exhausted. He had been pulling off masks for two straight hours at super speed. Now the mask was of his brother Turles.
(At least, I think that's his brother. They both have that distinctive hair. He isn't related to Radditz, is he?)
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As I can't think of anything else to write, I shall end this chapter. *looks at number of pages* This LONG chapter. Wow. This is longer than the last English paper I wrote. Which may account for my failing grade. Hmmm…
Sorry it wasn't very funny! I'm kind of sleepy.
*yawns* Well, I'm off to upload my chapter! Please be nice like LiToxMoNKey and review! Hehe…
P.S. Should the next chapter include a war between The Spice Girls and The Spice Boys? Or is that just a bad idea? Thanks for your input!
I don't own Twinkies either. Or Mechwarrior 3. Or my little brother. Or my friends.
Okay, sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out…school's been evil. I went from an A to a D in English and my parents just about bit my head off… But, I was able to sneak in a chapter… Enjoy!!!
***
Bulma sighed. The three Saiyans had taken over the mask pulling off about three hours ago when Gohan had regained consciousness. There were literally thousands of masks littering the floor. Suddenly Trunks came to site next to her, putting his head on her shoulder.
"Ooooh! You have a nice soft shoulder!" he exclaimed, snuggling in closer.
(Hee hee…my friend Ilana has been going around testing out people's shoulders…since I have a bony shoulder, I gave Bulma a nice soft shoulder.)
"Um, thanks. I think…"
Gohan and Goten cam over too, dragging the mysterious body behind them. It was still asleep because Bulma had IV'd its arm and was giving it intravenous sedatives so they wouldn't have to put up with a crazy masked person/thing/whatever in their living room.
"This is gonna take forever, " complained Goten as he put his head on Bulma's other shoulder, "Ooooh! You have soft shoulders!!"
(Evil laugh)
…
The author sat in front of her computer. She couldn't think of anything else to type. So, she went to make a sandwich. A shadow lurked in the corner, and when she left the room, it glued itself to the computer and began to type…
…
Vegeta remembered little. He had been training in the gravity room -what a surprise- when a giant claw had grabbed him. Powering up in anger, he was quickly struck on the head. The next thing her knew, Shenlong had been holding him captive! A low growl escaped the Saiyan Prince.
"Hey, that wasn't me!" came the indignant response.
"What?" asked the author's younger brother.
"I said, 'that wasn't me'!"
"Well if it wasn't you, who was it?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, I don't know who it was!!!"
"How could you not know? You're writing this!"
"So? What does that have to do with anything?"
Vegeta actually blanched. He was under the control of a writer who didn't know what they were doing.
"Okay, " he said, "Why don't you just let your sister, the actual author, continue the story?"
"Hey! I can write just-" he was cut off by a call from the kitchen.
"Chronos! (Hey, don't blame me! He picked that name!!!) What are you doing?!?!"
"Nothing!" he quickly yelled as he hit the save button and ran out of the room.
"Nothing my…" came the disgruntled mumbling.
The author walked back into the room and hopped back into the chair. She glanced at the screen. Chronos had quit her story and opened up Mechwarrior 3. 'Hmmm,' she thought, 'Why not?' She smiled and clicked on Wolf Clan.
A few minutes later…
"Wetnose?!?! He called me wetnose! That jerk!" Highly disgruntled growls came from the computer room. "Well, that loser just picked the wrong person to mess with." Type, type… "Ha! Wetnose THIS!!!" she said triumphantly, hitting the enter key. A rather humorous picture of Frieza in his little space-thingie had replaced the instructor image of a forbidding-looking mech. Training her guns on the ugly creature, she launched a barrage of missiles at him, utterly destroying him.
"Ha! That should teach you to insult a hacker! Stupid…"
A few hours later, the author had worked out all her feelings about certain dumb bad guys I could mention. Blowing up Buu, Frieza, Cell, King Kold, Coola, Garlic Jr., and that big creepy monster thing that begins with an H in that movie with Tapion had certain therapeutic effects. (Is it Hildegar? I can't remember. Oh well…)
Back to the story!!
The entire group from the living room was sitting around the table, nibbling a snack. Gohan must have been a bit hungry since he had just about inhaled 3 whole watermelons along with 6 boxes of Twinkies. Suddenly the author realized she had forgotten to include a major character! ARG! She had forgotten TWO major characters! Smacking herself on the head, she quickly wrote them in.
The doorbell rang. Actually it quacked. Bulma had gotten tired of the classic ding-dong, and had put in a randomizer. The doorbell frequently sounded howling, croaks, yodeling, splats, and gongs, along with the myriads of other sounds. Bulma had disabled the catcall and wolf whistle after an unfortunate incident involving her taking a shower, someone ringing the doorbell, and Vegeta walking down the hallway. She had come out of the shower, heard a whistle, and had seen Vegeta walking down the hall. He still teased her about his getting slapped across the face by the terrifying blue-haired towel lady.
Goku poked his head in the door,
"Hello?"
"Goku!" The slightly deranged Bulma slammed the unfortunate Saiyan against the wall. She hugged him and then turned her attention to the black-haired woman watching in bewilderment.
"Chi Chi, you have no idea how happy I am to see you guys! I have been stuck in this house for the past 6 hours pulling masks of off this weird guy who was pretending to be Vegeta!"
"Wha-" Started Chi Chi, when she was interrupted by Goku.
"What's this about someone pretending to be like Vegeta?" he asked, rubbing his head where it had hit the shelf.
"Look." Came the reply along with a pointed finger.
Goku saw a leather miniskirted, high-heeled freak surrounded by masks piled 20 feet deep in some places. It was currently wearing a mask that looked like Brolli.
(Yay! Brolli! Someone wrote a spiffy ficcy about Brolli and I, having the worst memory on the planet, don't remember ANYTHING about it, except that I liked it and that it involved Brolli. Annoying, ne?)
Goku walked over and started pulling off masks. Gohan saw him, and gave him a helpful tip,
"If you power up, you can use super speed to pull them off really fast."
"Oh really?" asked Goku. Gohan, Goten, and Trunks all nodded. Goku looked back at the masked figure and readied himself.
The author suddenly looked confused,
"Is it just me, or did it just get stupider in here?"
"That might have something to do with the sudden addition of a blonde in the room Kai." Said the Golden Retriever at her feet.
"Sammy! You silly wittle puppy! Ooohhh!! You're so cute!!!" squeals the author as she reaches down to scratch the young dog's floppy ears. Her expressive brown eyes close in pleasure and she leans against the author's leg. Getting dog fur all over it.
"Um, Sam? You're getting fur all over my leg."
Ignoring her completely, the rather light Goldie started to lick the author's hand.
"Sammy! Cut that out! Go away!" yelled the author as she wiped her hand off and shooed the puppy away. As the dog left the room, Kai felt the room become more intelligent.
Goku powered down. He was exhausted. He had been pulling off masks for two straight hours at super speed. Now the mask was of his brother Turles.
(At least, I think that's his brother. They both have that distinctive hair. He isn't related to Radditz, is he?)
***
As I can't think of anything else to write, I shall end this chapter. *looks at number of pages* This LONG chapter. Wow. This is longer than the last English paper I wrote. Which may account for my failing grade. Hmmm…
Sorry it wasn't very funny! I'm kind of sleepy.
*yawns* Well, I'm off to upload my chapter! Please be nice like LiToxMoNKey and review! Hehe…
P.S. Should the next chapter include a war between The Spice Girls and The Spice Boys? Or is that just a bad idea? Thanks for your input!