A/N: Hello hello hello! I got 40 reviews on this story! I feel so proud, thanks so much you guys, you're the best! Onward with the insanity!

I don't own Dragonballz

~*~*~*~*~


Both the android and the sheriff turned towards Goku, who had indiscreetly gained their
attention.

"Are we going to get directions to Mount Fry Pan or not? At the rate you're going, that fat
bounty hunter is probably on Earth already!!"
"All right Goku. Don't get your tighty whities in a twist."
"I wear boxers!"
"I'm sure you do. So anyways, Sheriff, would you happen to know where Mount Fry Pan is?"
"Second star on the right and straight on 'till morning...wait...no...sorry, that's Neverland.
Anyhow, you travel northeast about five hundred kilometres from here, and you'll be able to see
the mountain and walk through the jungle in about a day."

Goku and 17 glanced at each other, neither had know that there was a jungle in front of the
mountain, they had assumed they could steal a cab and drive the entire way. Also, neither of
them had thought about flying, not even when Sheriff Piccolo rode away into the sunset, his suit
sparkling and his deputy Gohan stealing his cash back in town.

"Don't tell him it was me, okay?"
"No sweat, kid. Like I said to him...it's a necessary evil. If you DO get blamed..."

17 brought forth a business card.

"Call me and I'll act as your attorney."
"Quit setting up jobs for yourself, we have to get going!"

Goku then dragged 17 to the nearest highway, then proceeded to hitchhike. The first car that
stopped for them was, of all things, a Lucky's Foods van. 17 threw the man in the driver's seat
twenty feet into the brush, where rabid squirrels chased him across wheat fields. The two drove,
and drove, and drove and drove and drove and drove. Suddenly, it finally hit Goku...

"Oh, we can fly...can't we?"
"We COULD fly, but we're not going to."
"Why the hell not?"
"Don't you feel the joy of being in this pink van? It's glorious!"
"Don't tell me you have a thing for the van."

17 kissed the dashboard and petted the steering wheel. Goku looked as if he was about to throw
up, and made a move to get away...

Back in the unknown metropolis, 18, Trunks, Yajirobe and the newlyweds were sitting in a
Seattle Coffee House, sipping various kinds of drinks. Trunks had a mochaccino, Yajirobe had a
super-deluxe sized hot chocolate with mounds of whipping cream on top, 18 had a cafe latte,
Krillin had a white chocolate coffee, and Vejita had a cup of earl gray tea. The five sat in
silence, each enjoying their beverage.

You see, so far, they had stopped in at least twenty different places, and each person, merchant
or street bum they had talked to had either no idea what they were talking about, ran away
screaming after seeing Yajirobe, or, like the crazy homeless short girl named Pan, started
babbling on about how great Aquafresh toothpaste tasted when mixed with cocaine. The group
was very, very glad to take a break and not have to talk to anyone at this point. The waiter came
by and asked if they needed anything else at the moment, to which 18 asked the monumental
question...


"Actually, yes. Do you happen to know where Mount Fry-Pan is?"
"Sure do. Just follow your heart...wait...no...sorry, that's Thumbelina. Anyways, you have to
take Highway 65945 for about 250 miles, and then cut through the jungle that's there. If you
survive that, Mount Fry Pan is there. I'd be careful for the monster though. Some say it's so
hideous that it blinds all its victims before eating them whole."
"I'll keep that in mind. Could you bring the checks?"
"Absolutely, be back in a few minutes."

The waiter disappeared, leaving Trunks shivering in fear, just a tad, mind you. He personally
didn't feel like running into monsters. 18 started to put his braided hair in a bun, just to calm
him down. Of course, this was met with some cynical comments from our favourite saiyajin
prince.

"What are you trying to do? Make him Miss Universe? He needs bigger boobs."
"I'm just calming him down, Kami! Can you ever just keep your obnoxiousness to yourself for
once?"
"No."
"Damn."

Everyone sat in silence once again until the waiter returned with their checks. Krillin wasn't
sure, but he thought he saw the waiter checking him out, being in a thong and all. In fact,
Yajirobe was surprised that the people at Seattle even let the skimpy short people in. It sure
took them a long time to get HIM in, wearing that Kami-awful mumu and all. The reality was
that Vegeta was very good at making small yet noticeable ki blasts that scared the shit out of
people. That and most of the staff thought that he and Krillin were great eye candy. Then again,
so did most of the female customers, and some male ones. Especially a vertically challenged
emperor who was drinking espresso...

The group left, not noticing the white skinned boy who was following them, drooling quite
liberally over Krillin. They all went to the nearest Greyhound bus station when they realized...

"Hey, we can fly, can't we?"asked Krillin.
"We COULD fly, but that would take away the fun of harassing passengers on a bus!"
"You know 18, you really freak me out sometimes. And you piss me off."
"It's not MY fault you look so good in that thong, I just wanted to make it permanent."
"You're such a horn dog."
"Yeah, so?"

Krillin, Trunks, Vegeta, Yajirobe and the small boy behind them all shook their heads, making
'tsk' noises respectively. It was then that Yajirobe turned around and saw the red-cheeked
midget standing there.

"Who the heck are you?"
"My name is Chiaozu."

Everyone gasped in surprise, save Trunks, who was clawing madly in a desperate attempt to kill
the emperor, but was being held back by 18.

"Oh no you don't. He hasn't done anything yet."

Trunks said nothing in response, but continued to squirm like a mad dog, so much that he was
foaming at the mouth. Chiaozu backed away out of apprehension, then spoke again.

"I've followed you because-"
"You want to screw the bald guy."

Chiaozu stared at Yajirobe in shock and amazement.

"How did you know?"
"It's a long story."
"I see. Would you mind telling me what his name is?"
"It's Krillin."
"Kriiiilliiiin..." said Chiaozu in a sultry manner.
"Y-yeah?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Will Krillin leave with the young emperor because of how mean Vegeta has been lately? Will
the rag-tag group end up taking the greyhound bus? Does Goku get out of the pink van? Will
Trunks kill Chiaozu? What about the peasant woman? You'll have to find out next time! Let
me know what you think, I love to hear from people!! Oh, and if you like poetry, go check out
"A Collection Of Poetry By Moi", by me of course. It's got a bunch of different stuff, so I
encourage you to look at it. Bye!