A/N: Well hello there my fine feathered friends, and welcome to the next installment of this
ridiculous story that I write from off the top of my head. Thank you ever so much for your
reviews, I am ever so grateful. Onward we go!

I don't own Dragonballz

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Chiaozu started to walk around Krillin, opening his lips in a way that seemed to Krillin VERY sexy. Trunks was ready to strangle the pale emperor.

"Krillin, I'm ever so lonely and I need someone to help me rule my empire...will you come with me?"

"Er...well, you see..."

"18 let me go, I'm going to kill the little shrimp!"

"Oh no you're not! You owe me, therefore, you are my bitch. You do what I tell you, not the other way around."

"Damn."

Everyone snickered at how Trunks was so very whipped, then noticed that Chiaozu had Krillin in a rather close embrace.

"Oh, Krillin, you arouse me so..."

"Really?"

"Yes, you're the sweetest man in the world, no, the galaxy, no...the whole wide universe."

"Really?"

"Of course, silly!"

Krillin pondered just what was happening here. It was all so confusing. Should he go with the emperor and help rule a kingdom? Be with someone who adored him profusely? Or should he stay with Vegeta and argue over whether Glad or Ziplock was the better brand for sandwich baggies. Not too much of a choice there.

"I'd be glad to go with you. I wasn't really looking forward to riding on a bus forever anyhow."

18 was slightly shocked, Yajirobe was thoroughly disgusted, Trunks was foaming at the mouth even more, making sounds not know to the universe before this time, and all the saiyajin prince could do was stand there with his jaw dangling past his knees. The two severely vertically
challenged males walked off, hand in hand, to Chiaozu's sports cruiser. The two drove away in style, sipping on martinis, as everyone else boarded the Greyhound bus.

Vegeta sprawled across two seats, his facial expression like one of a child who had just dropped his ice cream cone. He was adamant about having both of those seats, and hissed viciously when a plump child tried to sit beside him. Needless to say, the child waddled to the back of the bus, FAR AWAY from the prince.

18 and Trunks sat together near the back, his hair now being taken out of the braids. The result was his hair being rather wavy, causing 18 to snicker. Trunks glared at her and she smacked him, making him cringe and whimper like a puppy. After a few minutes, he was back to
normal...the plump child had taken pity on him and gave him some Elmer's glue. There was one thing though...it was white glue.

"Do you think it will be the same?"

"Trunks, why in the hell are you asking me? I didn't spend my life eating glue in a lamp! I spent it envying my brother, the ace lawyer. Stupid siblings, they suck. I wonder what he's doing right now..."

17 himself had just finished constructing some ki rings, trapping Goku to his seat. He was driving along, and happy music filled the air...you see, the only CD in the van was Aqua, and 17 claimed he was "musically deprived and absolutely HAD to listen to something", not that Goku would have anything to say in the matter.

"I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie Wooooorrrrrrllllld..."

"17, don't sing that. It's bad enough I have to ride with you in this piece of crap you call a vehicle. You probably don't even know where we are."

"Life in plastic, it's fantastic,"

"Will you shut up?"

"You can brush my hair, and dress me everywheeeeeeerrrrre."

"AAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!"

"Imagination, life is your creaaation! Come on Barbie, let's go party!"

Without warning, 17 slammed on the brakes, almost causing the truck to do a midair flip. The look in his eyes was not one that Goku especially wanted to see at that moment.

"Uh, 17? Why are you looking at me like that? You're scaring me."

"I just thought of something..."

"What something is that?"

"You never had a shoot-out!"

"Phew, for a second I thought you were going to-"

"Seduce you?"

"Yeah."

"I'm STRAIGHT. Unlike the rest of your family. Anyways, we have to go back to the town."

"WHAT??"

"Well yes, you have to have a shoot-out with Sheriff Piccolo!"

"Dammit, noooo!!!"

Goku struggled against the ki rings holding him to his seat, but to no avail. The icy eyed lawyer android turned the delivery van right around and sped back towards the town.

They had only been speeding for two minutes when a cop car came behind them, flashing its lights. In response, 17 put the pedal to the metal and went faster. The cop car then sped up to over 150 and cut 17 off, causing him to slam on the brakes once again.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH!!

As the steam rose from the pink van, the cop door opened to reveal none other than...

SHERIFF PICCOLO!!

The once white clothed Namek was now dressed up in a blue police uniform.

"What gives?" cried Goku as 17 rolled down the window to talk to Piccolo.

"Well you two, what gives is that you've been speeding."

"What Goku means is where did the sheriff suit go?"

"I've been promoted. There was no one left in that ghost town, save my old deputy. He's in the back for stealing cash. Anyways, it's Officer Piccolo now, and you have a mighty high fine to pay. Let me see your driver's license."

17 searched for his license, and remembered to his dismay that he had left his wallet at home...


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What happens next? Will Goku and 17 get arrested by sheriff...no, OFFICER Piccolo? What about the others on the bus? Will Vegeta slip into extreme depression or just find another lover? All this and more, next time! Please let me know what you think, your words mean a lot to me!