A/N: Well, here we go, thanks for the reviews... the one or two I got... but anyways, it's more than the LAST time I posted this story! Of course, this story's much better now. Well, onward we go, tally-ho!
I don't own Dragonballz
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"Okay Goku..." Bulma raised her eyebrows, still surprised at his appetite, even though she'd known him for so long. "Trunks!"
Said half-breed saiyajin turned around to see the gang right behind him, and he got a tad nervous.
"Err... yeah mom?"
"You didn't hurt Vegeta really badly... did you? Because I need him for the sex."
"I don't think so... and EW! I DON'T need to know about my parent's bed habits!"
Out of the blue, what seemed like an earthquake was turned out to be Vegeta powering up and splitting the ground into smithereens. "BOY!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!!! GALET GUN!"
Vegeta launched his attack... which Mirari Trunks swatted away like a fly, almost like that fly that was currently smashed against the refrigerator, its relatives mourning in a little swarm nearby. But enough about that, let's get back to the REAL story.
"Is that the best you can do? Kami, and you call ME a weakling."
"SHUT THE HELL UP!!" Vegeta flew in and threw a deadly punch-kick-blast-kick-blast-punch-punch-blast-kick-in-the-nuts combo on Mirari Trunks. Soon the young saiyajin from the future was
bending over in pain, swearing at the top of his lungs.
"Come on,Trunks. You're stronger than that. You can beat him easily."
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID NAMEK!! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FRICKIN' BALLS, YOU DON'T KNOW MY PAIN!"
"You've talked far too much already, green bean, why don't you just keel over and die?"
"Make me, Vegeta. Or are you too afraid now that Trunks is stronger than you? Oh no, I haven't offended his highness, have I? Oh dear, I'm so sorry... Princess Vegeta of the bitches."
"WHAT??!!"
"You heard me... your 'majesty'."
Vegeta, in his blinding rage, started to attack Piccolo. Obviously, Vegeta was winning... until Mirari Trunks punched him. Once. Vegeta was knocked out cold and taken inside Capsule Corp for a rather slow recovery using Bulma's equipment... no one really felt like giving him one of the senzu beans Yamucha had... not even Bulma.
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*Only 3 more. 3 more dragonballs and then I'll be human. I can hardly believe it. What I really can't believe though is that the bald guy and the little porcelain boy actually were going to help me. Did they actually believe I wanted to be human, or were they planning to tag along to make sure I didn't kill anyone?
*I need to stop for clothes, these ones are tattered. I may be an android... but I'm still a woman. (This was on an actual episode from Mirari Trunks' past, I did not come up with this sentence, FYI) This store should be okay, I guess.* 18 landed near Bootlegger, then went inside, holding her bag of dragonballs VERY closely, hissing at anyone who came too close.
"May I help you miss?" A store clerk was standing in front of 18, OBVIOUSLY checking her out. What the hell... she might as well use him.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a good pair of jeans, durable. They have to be able to stand up to stuff easily. And a green tank top or something. Anything."
"Sure, right this way." said the clerk, practically drooling, causing 18 to scowl.
*Why do I surround myself with idiots?* 18 followed the clerk over to a section with navy wash jeans.
"Something like this?"
"Yeah, that's good." He picked up a pair for her, tried to get a peek at her behind and was met with a vicious slap. He wisely moved on to a section were the shirts and tank tops were kept. 18 followed close behind, and the guy could almost feel her drilling holes mentally through his rear.
"How about this one?" The clerk held up a hideous green and purple peasant top that made 18 want to gag.
"Don't make me puke."
"What do you think of this?" he showed her a dark green t-shirt with a silver star in the middle.
"Um... not quite what I'm looking for. I don't think so." A flash of lime green suddenly caught the cyborg's eye. Walking over, she came across a lime green tank top that said "Foxy" and had the number 18. "I'll take this one."
"Excellent choice, miss." The store clerk was quite happy since he would be making a larger profit than usual... usually he had no clients whatsoever, which, of course, was the result of his problematic staring at just about every girl who walked into the store.
18 checked to see if it fit, kept it on, then walked out of the store.
"Hey lady! You've got to pay for that, you know."
"Do I now?" With an evil smirk, 18 blew up Bootlegger with a single blast, all the while clutching her dragonballs against her abs. *Now* she thought. *To get the last three dragonballs.* She took one look on the dragonball locator, then flew off to the west.
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Mirari Trunks, Goku, Gohan, Yamucha, Tien, Bulma, Chaozu, and a bruised Piccolo watched as Vegeta slowly healed. Finally, Mirari Trunks cracked, and not literally, as in pieces of him fell to the ground, but mentally, as in he must have spent WAY too long chasing the fly, whose relatives had now stopped mourning and were back to their normal day-to-day fly regime... producing their spawn.
"That's it! I'm going to kill that bitch of an android and get those dragonballs. Who's with me?"
Five minutes passed in silence... there wasn't even a cricket chirping.
"Fine then! I'll go by myself!" Mirari Trunks stomped out of Capsule Corp, then took off at high speed to where he hoped the androids were.
"Hey Bulma?"
"Yeah, Goku?"
"How's he gonna find her? I mean, she has no ki, and he doesn't have the dragonball locator. What's he gonna do?"
"I don't know."
Everyone let this information slowly sink in, until they realized that he probably couldn't stop 18 from making her wish.
"Hey, I got it!" Everyone looked at Tien, who never has ideas in the normal Dragonballz time line, but since this is a DIFFERENT time line, Tien has a brain. "When the dragon comes, Trunks should be able to find her no problem! He can kick her ass!"
"But how many people will she kill before she calls the dragon up?" All were silent after Piccolo made his crucial point.
"I don't think she'd kill anyone. She seems pretty sincere about the human thing."
"WHAT??" yelled a really surprised Piccolo. "She could do anything right now. Why would she want to be human? She'd only get weaker, and like Trunks said, why are you sticking up for her?"
"I'M NOT STICKING UP FOR HER!!" yelled Krillin, becoming red faced as he thought of his not-so-secret android desire.
"Suuuuure you're not. That's like me complementing Vegeta's honesty, integrity, and let's not forget MODESTY shall we?"
"I don't need the sarcasm from you, Namek." Vegeta crawled off of the bed he was laying on, muttering something about the damn blue flying pigs invading his dreams AGAIN.
"Careful, make sure you take off the-"
"Shut up, woman." Bulma let out a large huff and was about to let out a huge argument as well, when she noticed Krillin sneaking out the door.
"And just where are YOU going?"
"Um... to help Trunks... why?"
"Just wondering." Krillin flew up and went THE OTHER DIRECTION from which Mirari Trunks was. Of course, no one noticed this except for Vegeta. The saiyajin didn't have modesty, but he was pretty frickin' observant.
"Helping that boy my ass."
"What do you mean, Vegeta?"
"Nothing you could ever understand, Kakarotto. It's beyond your diminutive comprehension level."
"What? What did Krillin do?"
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What did Krillin do? Let me know what you think of this one!
I don't own Dragonballz
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"Okay Goku..." Bulma raised her eyebrows, still surprised at his appetite, even though she'd known him for so long. "Trunks!"
Said half-breed saiyajin turned around to see the gang right behind him, and he got a tad nervous.
"Err... yeah mom?"
"You didn't hurt Vegeta really badly... did you? Because I need him for the sex."
"I don't think so... and EW! I DON'T need to know about my parent's bed habits!"
Out of the blue, what seemed like an earthquake was turned out to be Vegeta powering up and splitting the ground into smithereens. "BOY!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!!! GALET GUN!"
Vegeta launched his attack... which Mirari Trunks swatted away like a fly, almost like that fly that was currently smashed against the refrigerator, its relatives mourning in a little swarm nearby. But enough about that, let's get back to the REAL story.
"Is that the best you can do? Kami, and you call ME a weakling."
"SHUT THE HELL UP!!" Vegeta flew in and threw a deadly punch-kick-blast-kick-blast-punch-punch-blast-kick-in-the-nuts combo on Mirari Trunks. Soon the young saiyajin from the future was
bending over in pain, swearing at the top of his lungs.
"Come on,Trunks. You're stronger than that. You can beat him easily."
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID NAMEK!! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FRICKIN' BALLS, YOU DON'T KNOW MY PAIN!"
"You've talked far too much already, green bean, why don't you just keel over and die?"
"Make me, Vegeta. Or are you too afraid now that Trunks is stronger than you? Oh no, I haven't offended his highness, have I? Oh dear, I'm so sorry... Princess Vegeta of the bitches."
"WHAT??!!"
"You heard me... your 'majesty'."
Vegeta, in his blinding rage, started to attack Piccolo. Obviously, Vegeta was winning... until Mirari Trunks punched him. Once. Vegeta was knocked out cold and taken inside Capsule Corp for a rather slow recovery using Bulma's equipment... no one really felt like giving him one of the senzu beans Yamucha had... not even Bulma.
~*~
*Only 3 more. 3 more dragonballs and then I'll be human. I can hardly believe it. What I really can't believe though is that the bald guy and the little porcelain boy actually were going to help me. Did they actually believe I wanted to be human, or were they planning to tag along to make sure I didn't kill anyone?
*I need to stop for clothes, these ones are tattered. I may be an android... but I'm still a woman. (This was on an actual episode from Mirari Trunks' past, I did not come up with this sentence, FYI) This store should be okay, I guess.* 18 landed near Bootlegger, then went inside, holding her bag of dragonballs VERY closely, hissing at anyone who came too close.
"May I help you miss?" A store clerk was standing in front of 18, OBVIOUSLY checking her out. What the hell... she might as well use him.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a good pair of jeans, durable. They have to be able to stand up to stuff easily. And a green tank top or something. Anything."
"Sure, right this way." said the clerk, practically drooling, causing 18 to scowl.
*Why do I surround myself with idiots?* 18 followed the clerk over to a section with navy wash jeans.
"Something like this?"
"Yeah, that's good." He picked up a pair for her, tried to get a peek at her behind and was met with a vicious slap. He wisely moved on to a section were the shirts and tank tops were kept. 18 followed close behind, and the guy could almost feel her drilling holes mentally through his rear.
"How about this one?" The clerk held up a hideous green and purple peasant top that made 18 want to gag.
"Don't make me puke."
"What do you think of this?" he showed her a dark green t-shirt with a silver star in the middle.
"Um... not quite what I'm looking for. I don't think so." A flash of lime green suddenly caught the cyborg's eye. Walking over, she came across a lime green tank top that said "Foxy" and had the number 18. "I'll take this one."
"Excellent choice, miss." The store clerk was quite happy since he would be making a larger profit than usual... usually he had no clients whatsoever, which, of course, was the result of his problematic staring at just about every girl who walked into the store.
18 checked to see if it fit, kept it on, then walked out of the store.
"Hey lady! You've got to pay for that, you know."
"Do I now?" With an evil smirk, 18 blew up Bootlegger with a single blast, all the while clutching her dragonballs against her abs. *Now* she thought. *To get the last three dragonballs.* She took one look on the dragonball locator, then flew off to the west.
~*~
Mirari Trunks, Goku, Gohan, Yamucha, Tien, Bulma, Chaozu, and a bruised Piccolo watched as Vegeta slowly healed. Finally, Mirari Trunks cracked, and not literally, as in pieces of him fell to the ground, but mentally, as in he must have spent WAY too long chasing the fly, whose relatives had now stopped mourning and were back to their normal day-to-day fly regime... producing their spawn.
"That's it! I'm going to kill that bitch of an android and get those dragonballs. Who's with me?"
Five minutes passed in silence... there wasn't even a cricket chirping.
"Fine then! I'll go by myself!" Mirari Trunks stomped out of Capsule Corp, then took off at high speed to where he hoped the androids were.
"Hey Bulma?"
"Yeah, Goku?"
"How's he gonna find her? I mean, she has no ki, and he doesn't have the dragonball locator. What's he gonna do?"
"I don't know."
Everyone let this information slowly sink in, until they realized that he probably couldn't stop 18 from making her wish.
"Hey, I got it!" Everyone looked at Tien, who never has ideas in the normal Dragonballz time line, but since this is a DIFFERENT time line, Tien has a brain. "When the dragon comes, Trunks should be able to find her no problem! He can kick her ass!"
"But how many people will she kill before she calls the dragon up?" All were silent after Piccolo made his crucial point.
"I don't think she'd kill anyone. She seems pretty sincere about the human thing."
"WHAT??" yelled a really surprised Piccolo. "She could do anything right now. Why would she want to be human? She'd only get weaker, and like Trunks said, why are you sticking up for her?"
"I'M NOT STICKING UP FOR HER!!" yelled Krillin, becoming red faced as he thought of his not-so-secret android desire.
"Suuuuure you're not. That's like me complementing Vegeta's honesty, integrity, and let's not forget MODESTY shall we?"
"I don't need the sarcasm from you, Namek." Vegeta crawled off of the bed he was laying on, muttering something about the damn blue flying pigs invading his dreams AGAIN.
"Careful, make sure you take off the-"
"Shut up, woman." Bulma let out a large huff and was about to let out a huge argument as well, when she noticed Krillin sneaking out the door.
"And just where are YOU going?"
"Um... to help Trunks... why?"
"Just wondering." Krillin flew up and went THE OTHER DIRECTION from which Mirari Trunks was. Of course, no one noticed this except for Vegeta. The saiyajin didn't have modesty, but he was pretty frickin' observant.
"Helping that boy my ass."
"What do you mean, Vegeta?"
"Nothing you could ever understand, Kakarotto. It's beyond your diminutive comprehension level."
"What? What did Krillin do?"
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What did Krillin do? Let me know what you think of this one!