A/N: Well, here we go, it's the next chapter! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, I
really appreciate it. Now then, shall we continue? I think so!

I own absolutely nothing that already has a copyright.

Warnings: Insane humour. If you're a stick-in-the-mud or an old fogie who can't handle it, this
story may be too much for you. For the rest who can, enjoy.

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Trunks fidgeted nervously under the scrutiny of the shrimpy saiyajin prince, who was growing
quite impatient with his future son's lack of response.

"Well? What happened to your tail?"
"Leave him alone, he's suffered enough."
"Did I ask YOU cueball?"
"I don't CARE if you asked me or not, I FELT like talking so I DID. You can't tell me what to
do."
"Oh yes I can!"
"Oh no you can't!"
"Oh yes I can!"
"Oh no you can't!"
"Can so!"
"Can not!"
"Can so!"
"Can not!"
"Can!"
"Can't!"
"Can!'
"Can't!"
"Would you two just SHUT THE HELL UP FOR TWO SECONDS? Kami, you never stop
fighting. It's no wonder you cheated on each other in my time line. Anyhow, my mother cut off
my tail at birth and sold the hairs to a drug dealer named Puar."

Everyone gasped at the name, for Puar was a well known name on the universal circuit. Legend
had it that he once smoked a bong that was ten feet long. He was also a pimp on the sideline,
and his whore Tien was quite cheap to rent, given his three eyes.

"What did she do with the rest of the tail?"

Trunks looked at 18 strangely, not sure why she would ask such a question. He shuddered for a
moment, then proceeded to give the four of them the information they were so eagerly awaiting.

"She chopped it up in pieces seven years later and fed it to her once most powerful
enemy...Launch. She died the next day."

18 remained indifferent, Vegeta was livid with anger, Krillin looked as if he was about to throw
up, and Yajirobe was already in the washroom, puking his guts out.

"That was something I really didn't need to know..." complained Krillin.
"Well," started the android, "I'm going to take a nice, long nap until we get to-"

WHAM!!

The ship crunched into something solid rather harshly, sending Trunks crashing into Krillin, and
Yajirobe to almost fall into his vomit. Vegeta and 18 hastily ran to the window, anxious to see
where they had landed. 18 gave a whoop of joy and scraped Trunks and Krillin off the floor.

"We're here!"
"Where?"
"Well Mr. Beluga, we've arrived on Earth, where I believe your mission was supposed to take
you, was it not?"
"Geez, enough with the names already 18!"

The blond woman gave a sparkling laugh, and everyone knew all too well that the name-calling
would never cease, so long as there were new fat phrases to come up with. Believe you me, 18
had plenty of them.

The crew exited the ship and found themselves near a huge metropolis, filled with neon lights,
constant noise and all the other things that come in the big city...such as flashers. One slowly
made their way towards to crew...

"Everyone, shield you eyes!" cried the lavender-haired demi-saiyajin. All had hands over their
eyes, and Muten Roshi huffed and fled out of sight.

"Dear Kami, I'm glad I didn't see that."
"Me too."
"Hey, we agreed on something!"
"Don't push your luck, ghetto booty."

Krillin fumed at the insult his husband gave him, knowing full well it was true and he couldn't
retort back. 18 had the bright idea to go into the city and get directions from someone on how to
get to Mount Fry-Pan. Since no one had any better suggestions, they all tromped into the city,
unsure where to look first. Meanwhile, in the wild, wild west...

Goku and 17 stepped out of Korin's saloon, shuddering at the outfit he wore, when in the
distance stood the shroud of some person, yet they couldn't make out who. As the figure got
closer, they saw a young boy of about thirteen wearing a cowboy outfit that was brown with
patches of black and white cow print, complete with spurs and everything. The tell-tale 'chink-
chink' as he walked was quickly getting annoying, and both 17 and Goku were tempted to blast
him into oblivion.

"You, the black-eyed one!"
"Yeah? What is it boy? Your spurs are getting damn annoying." snapped Goku.
"I know. I hate them too. The sheriff makes me wear em'."
"Explain why you're here."
"Touchy, touchy. Jeez. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Gohan, and I'm here
to tell you that Sheriff Piccolo is on his way here, and you bad guys better watch out. We don't
like people like you in OUR town. You don't belong here."
"You little-"

17 held Goku back and quickly cut him off from saying anything stupid by talking himself.

"Actually, we don't plan on staying. Do you know the direction to where Mount Fry-Pan is?"
"I have no idea...but if you wait for Sheriff Piccolo, he'll tell ya, yes he will."
"Oookaaay then, we'll wait for the sheriff...hey, wait a second, isn't he the owner of Unfeva
Night Club?"
"Oh, that's the OTHER Piccolo. Piccolo Daimou. The sheriff's his spawn who fights evil bad
guys! He was raised in a convent!"
"Riiiight..."

So Goku and 17 waited, and waited, and waited and waited and waited. Finally, after what
seemed an eternity, a while stallion could be seen off where the horizon laid. Once the steed got
closer, the two could see that a strange, elven-like man of about six foot two sat on the horse,
and he was clothed in a pure white cowboy suit, which contrasted quite largely with his green
skin. He literally glowed with the 'doo-gooder' attitude, and his smile was that pearly white that
you only see on dentist commercials...save the pointy teeth. He brought his stallion to a stop in
front of Gohan and the lawyer and the bounty hunter.

"Greetings strangers, I am Sheriff Piccolo. What can I do ya for?"
"We're in need of directions to Mount Fry Pan."
"Aren't you 17, ace lawyer?"
"Why yes I am, I take it you've heard of my work?"
"How could I not? You have such an impressive record...no losses!"
"But of course. I do have the perfect design."
"Who built you?"
"Dr. Gero."
"I see."
"Doesn't your sister do fortune telling?"
"Yeah...she did."
"What happened?"
"She was bugging me A LOT so when Dr. Gero went to give him a present, I suggested her,
because he considered her slightly defective in the first place."
"That's an evil thing to do...evil isn't good!"
"No, but this was a necessary evil. You know, like having to eat extra ice cream once and a
while?"
"I live on water."
"Okay, then it's like really needing a Brita filter and finally getting it."
"Oh, I see. Never mind then."
"A-HEM."


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What was that A-HEM for? Will either of the rival groups get directions to Mount Fry Pan? Find out next time, on...

Small Minds In A Vast Universe!

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