A/N: Well, here we go, it's the next chapter of this tale. Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate it. Sorry it took a while, my mom dragged me out to camp!
Anyways, onward we go!!!
I don't own dragonballz, or The Gap, for that matter. Not that I mention The Gap in my story, I just don't
EVER want to be associated with The Gap. Shall we continue?
Last time, we left off where Yajirobe was hearing footsteps in the hall of his spacecraft when he turned
around to find...a woman with short, blond hair, shimmery red jeans and a white tank top standing by the
control console.
"Wh-who are y-you?"
"I am Madame Rosotta, fortune teller and psychic extraordinaire."
"Really?"
"That's just my nickname, I'm actually 18."
"18?"
"Yeah."
"That's your name?"
"You got a problem with that, tubby? Because if you do I could always just kick your butt and throw you
into space, that would be fun!"
"No, 18's a cool name. How'd you get on the ship? Are you human?"
"Well, it's a long story..."
"I have to go all the way to Earth, believe me, you've got time."
"Okay, fine. I'm an android, I was created by a man named Dr. Gero. I was the 18th model (big surprise
there) and my gift was psychic powers. My twin brother's a lawyer. Damn him, I want to be a good
lawyer! You get to lie for a living, and get paid for it!"
"Couldn't you also do that with fortune telling?"
"Yeah, but lawyers get paid more."
"True."
"Anyways, Gero got bored with me and sent me to Frieza as a birthday gift. So I told fortunes to the
rebels for a few weeks, then Frieza got bored and stuck me in this ship. I swear, if you need to know
anything about this craft here, I've got you covered."
"That's good to know. Hey, do you think you could do my fortune?"
"I suppose, let me run and get my crystal ball."
18 walked out of sight for a few moments, and soon returned with a large dark green bag which contained
all her fortune telling stuff. She carefully took out her crystal ball, then dusted it thoroughly. Yajirobe
watched all this with a keen eye, and drooled when 18 pulled a twinkie from her bag.
"No way fatty, this is mine."
"But you're an android! You don't need to eat!"
"You don't need to eat either, that doesn't mean you don't want to. Same goes for me. Don't even think
about touching this twinkie or you are dead meat...well, maybe dead fat. What's your name? Not that I
care, but calling you tubby and fatty' s gonna get boring after a while."
"Yajirobe."
"Hey, you're that bounty hunter after the fry-pan-princess, eh?"
"How did you know?"
"I'm a psychic...I read minds...you understand?"
"Sort of..."
"Nevermind."
"So, can you tell me my fortune now?"
"Okay, okay! Jeez, just wait a second."
18 placed her hands so that they hovered over her crystal ball. She closed her eyes and began humming an
ancient tune...something that sounded coincidentally similar to the Barenaked Ladies.
"Whoo-whoo-who! It's all been done!"
"What was that?"
"Er...just part of the ritual. Now, place your hands over mine."
Yajirobe did as he was instructed, and the blond android began a monotone hum that was becoming more
and more eerie by the second. He shook slightly, but composed himself and soon was listening to 18's
predictions.
"I see...strobe lights...people packed in like sardines...money being thrown...two figures dancing...picking
up the cash...I hear music...techno..."
"Anything else?"
"Nope, that's it. Madame 18 cannot see anymore."
"Madame 18? *snicker*"
"Be quiet! I deserve to have some fun with this. Now, as for what that all means-"
"It's simple. I'm going to end up going clubbing and seeing two hot female strippers dancing for cash."
"That's you're interpretation, you never know. All I can say is, my visions are never wrong. The only
thing that could be incorrect is the interpretation."
"Right. Do you know where any more food is on this ship? Unless you'd like to surrender that twinkie
there..."
"Hissssssss."
"Okay, okay! I won't go for the twinkie! Just don't kill me!"
"Psh. Some bounty hunter you make."
"Hey, I'm awesome at this job! How far are we on this F-89 Velo?"
"From Earth?"
"Yeah."
"It depends on how long we stop."
"Why would we stop?"
"The fuel problem."
"Forgot about that..."
"Obviously."
18 got up from her chair and sauntered around. It was then that Yajirobe discovered that she was actually
quite attractive. He took a long stare at her, thinking he was unnoticed until a loud slap on his face proved
him otherwise. Yajirobe tumbled to the floor, his rolls bouncing along with him.
"If you ever stare at me like that again, consider yourself without any reproductive organs. Do I make
myself clear?"
"Yes 18."
"Good."
That's all for this chapter! I'll get the next one posted soon, I promise. And Rez, yes, I have used one of your lines, but it doesn't come until later. You'll have to watch for it. Please review, it would be very kind of you all. Have a great summer...well, what's left of it anyway.
Anyways, onward we go!!!
I don't own dragonballz, or The Gap, for that matter. Not that I mention The Gap in my story, I just don't
EVER want to be associated with The Gap. Shall we continue?
Last time, we left off where Yajirobe was hearing footsteps in the hall of his spacecraft when he turned
around to find...a woman with short, blond hair, shimmery red jeans and a white tank top standing by the
control console.
"Wh-who are y-you?"
"I am Madame Rosotta, fortune teller and psychic extraordinaire."
"Really?"
"That's just my nickname, I'm actually 18."
"18?"
"Yeah."
"That's your name?"
"You got a problem with that, tubby? Because if you do I could always just kick your butt and throw you
into space, that would be fun!"
"No, 18's a cool name. How'd you get on the ship? Are you human?"
"Well, it's a long story..."
"I have to go all the way to Earth, believe me, you've got time."
"Okay, fine. I'm an android, I was created by a man named Dr. Gero. I was the 18th model (big surprise
there) and my gift was psychic powers. My twin brother's a lawyer. Damn him, I want to be a good
lawyer! You get to lie for a living, and get paid for it!"
"Couldn't you also do that with fortune telling?"
"Yeah, but lawyers get paid more."
"True."
"Anyways, Gero got bored with me and sent me to Frieza as a birthday gift. So I told fortunes to the
rebels for a few weeks, then Frieza got bored and stuck me in this ship. I swear, if you need to know
anything about this craft here, I've got you covered."
"That's good to know. Hey, do you think you could do my fortune?"
"I suppose, let me run and get my crystal ball."
18 walked out of sight for a few moments, and soon returned with a large dark green bag which contained
all her fortune telling stuff. She carefully took out her crystal ball, then dusted it thoroughly. Yajirobe
watched all this with a keen eye, and drooled when 18 pulled a twinkie from her bag.
"No way fatty, this is mine."
"But you're an android! You don't need to eat!"
"You don't need to eat either, that doesn't mean you don't want to. Same goes for me. Don't even think
about touching this twinkie or you are dead meat...well, maybe dead fat. What's your name? Not that I
care, but calling you tubby and fatty' s gonna get boring after a while."
"Yajirobe."
"Hey, you're that bounty hunter after the fry-pan-princess, eh?"
"How did you know?"
"I'm a psychic...I read minds...you understand?"
"Sort of..."
"Nevermind."
"So, can you tell me my fortune now?"
"Okay, okay! Jeez, just wait a second."
18 placed her hands so that they hovered over her crystal ball. She closed her eyes and began humming an
ancient tune...something that sounded coincidentally similar to the Barenaked Ladies.
"Whoo-whoo-who! It's all been done!"
"What was that?"
"Er...just part of the ritual. Now, place your hands over mine."
Yajirobe did as he was instructed, and the blond android began a monotone hum that was becoming more
and more eerie by the second. He shook slightly, but composed himself and soon was listening to 18's
predictions.
"I see...strobe lights...people packed in like sardines...money being thrown...two figures dancing...picking
up the cash...I hear music...techno..."
"Anything else?"
"Nope, that's it. Madame 18 cannot see anymore."
"Madame 18? *snicker*"
"Be quiet! I deserve to have some fun with this. Now, as for what that all means-"
"It's simple. I'm going to end up going clubbing and seeing two hot female strippers dancing for cash."
"That's you're interpretation, you never know. All I can say is, my visions are never wrong. The only
thing that could be incorrect is the interpretation."
"Right. Do you know where any more food is on this ship? Unless you'd like to surrender that twinkie
there..."
"Hissssssss."
"Okay, okay! I won't go for the twinkie! Just don't kill me!"
"Psh. Some bounty hunter you make."
"Hey, I'm awesome at this job! How far are we on this F-89 Velo?"
"From Earth?"
"Yeah."
"It depends on how long we stop."
"Why would we stop?"
"The fuel problem."
"Forgot about that..."
"Obviously."
18 got up from her chair and sauntered around. It was then that Yajirobe discovered that she was actually
quite attractive. He took a long stare at her, thinking he was unnoticed until a loud slap on his face proved
him otherwise. Yajirobe tumbled to the floor, his rolls bouncing along with him.
"If you ever stare at me like that again, consider yourself without any reproductive organs. Do I make
myself clear?"
"Yes 18."
"Good."
That's all for this chapter! I'll get the next one posted soon, I promise. And Rez, yes, I have used one of your lines, but it doesn't come until later. You'll have to watch for it. Please review, it would be very kind of you all. Have a great summer...well, what's left of it anyway.
