A/N: Hello everybody! I want to say thanks to everyone who reviewed, I feel so touched! *sniff* Anyhow, on with the story!
I don't own Dragonballz
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On the greyhound bus, Trunks was facing a major decision in his life... should he try white glue... or stick with his regular Elmers'?
"Honestly Trunks, either eat it or don't, but QUIT STARING AT IT LIKE IT'S AN ANCIENT MANUSCRIPT! IT'S ONLY GLUE!!!"
"You don't have to spazz out on me."
18 pulled her blond hair in frustration... why was the spandex clad saiyajin so DAMN ANNOYING? A frustrated hiss erupted from the front of the bus, and the android could see a ditzy teenage girl run away from Vegeta VERY quickly.
"He must get it from his father."
"Did you say something?" asked Trunks.
"Not to you."
"You talk to yourself? Kami, you're weird."
"YOU'VE BEEN TAKING HALF AN HOUR TO DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT TO EAT GLUE! YOU'RE A FREAK!"
Trunks' eyes started to water, and he got up from his seat and was about to move to the front of the bus, when 18 promptly yanked him back.
"Sit. Stay."
"I'm... not... your... dog." sniffled a rather distraught Trunks. His feelings had been hurt, and he didn't want to be anywhere NEAR his android slave-mistress. He quickly opened the white glue
bottle and proceeded to guzzle it.
"Do you always eat to make yourself feel better?"
Trunks glared violently at 18 through the corner of his eye as he continued to squeeze the glue into his mouth. There was suddenly a swarm of people who desperately needed to go to the washroom, and Trunks couldn't figure out why.
Vegeta was still moody about Krillin leaving him, and was writing hates notes to his husband on the seat in front of him with a small ki sliver.
"You'll never see me again. I'll hook up with someone better than you, someone with a smaller butt. Then we'll vacation here in Venice and travel the galaxy together. Stay with your 'precious' emperor then. He'll never be as good as me."
The passengers who WEREN'T running to use the lavatory decided not to interrupt Vegeta's writing aloud. No one felt like hearing him hiss again, and that glowing pen he controlled with his mind was scary, considering smoke was coming up from the seat. The driver was too baked to notice, or he would have kicked Vegeta off a LONG time ago, as well as Trunks.
Meanwhile, on the highway leading to the forest...
"I swear, if I see those bounty hunters, there's going to be hell to pay. They should AT LEAST be in the jungle, but there's no way in hell I'm going to walk through that death trap if they AREN'T already there."
The ALL POWERFUL UNDERWEAR EMPRESS BLOOM, who was now reduced to Bulma
the lilac-haired peasant, dragged her weary feet along the paved road. She was so very tired that the yellow lines on the road were looking so very mesmerizing...
SCREEEEECH!!
Bulma jumped out of the way just as a transport truck rolled by. She picked herself off the ground, dusted off the leaves that she ended up rolling in, and set out on her trek once again. She saw a small cave ahead of her, and decided that she damn well needed a nap.
SNNNOOOOOORRRRRRREEEEEE
"Finally! I'm free! That freaky android lawyer can't bother me any more!"
Goku was flying high, making his way to the jungle as fast as he could.
"Who knows how much further that fat excuse for a bounty hunter has travelled? What if he is ahead of me? I can't let that happen."
The sexy saiyajin picked up his speed, his blood red gi rippling in the wind he created. However, his relief was short-lived, as a really, REALLY tall guy with black spandex and bulky green armour suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Look, I don't know who the hell you are, but get out of my way! I have a mission!"
The man remained silent.
"Hello-o? Is anyone home? Is your body so big that there's no room for a brain? MOVE!!"
The man, once again, remained silent.
"Look here, my name is Goku, I'm the number one bounty hunter and-"
"Goku... must... die." The mysterious orange haired man threw a large blast at Goku, who it missed only by a millimetre.
"Why the hell do you want me dead?"
"I am 16, created by Doctor Gero. My mission is to kill all those who are spawn of Bardock, the Victoria's Secret Model."
"You're not 17's brother... are you?"
"Yes, I am. Damn him and his smartass lawyer job. All I get is orders to kill. It's so boring. Always the same. Fire a blast, throw a few punches. No variety, no creativity. I HATE IT!!"
"Why don't you stop killing?"
"It's in my programming."
"Can you overwrite it?"
"Nope."
"Did he program you to not be creative?"
"Well... not exactly..."
"Then think of a creative way to kill someone!"
16 thought for a moment, when suddenly, a lightbulb appeared over his head.
"Wha?"
"Dr. Gero put that in so I could recognize when I have an idea. Guess how I'm gonna kill you?" asked 16, excitement etched on his normally stone-like face.
"How?"
"WE'RE GONNA HAVE A SHOOT-OUT!!"
"NOOOOOOO!!!"
Goku fled as fast as he could, only to realize to his dismay that 16 had zipped in front of him and was now holding an old-style western gun.
"Asta la vista, baby."
"That's not western!!"
"Terminator suits me better."
16 fired a shot, the deadly bullet moving closer and closer to Goku's perfectly toned and muscular chest...
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What happens next? How long will Bulma snore in the cave? Will Vegeta ever get over Krillin? What about 16 and Goku? What's happening to 17 down in the jail cell (assuming he's there), is Trunks going to continue his glue binge, and will 18 ever stop belittling him? (Fat chance!) Speaking of fat chances, will Yajirobe ever be able to lift himself off the bus seat? Find out next time and remember to review, please, and go check out my poems! They're all in the same story.
I don't own Dragonballz
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
On the greyhound bus, Trunks was facing a major decision in his life... should he try white glue... or stick with his regular Elmers'?
"Honestly Trunks, either eat it or don't, but QUIT STARING AT IT LIKE IT'S AN ANCIENT MANUSCRIPT! IT'S ONLY GLUE!!!"
"You don't have to spazz out on me."
18 pulled her blond hair in frustration... why was the spandex clad saiyajin so DAMN ANNOYING? A frustrated hiss erupted from the front of the bus, and the android could see a ditzy teenage girl run away from Vegeta VERY quickly.
"He must get it from his father."
"Did you say something?" asked Trunks.
"Not to you."
"You talk to yourself? Kami, you're weird."
"YOU'VE BEEN TAKING HALF AN HOUR TO DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT TO EAT GLUE! YOU'RE A FREAK!"
Trunks' eyes started to water, and he got up from his seat and was about to move to the front of the bus, when 18 promptly yanked him back.
"Sit. Stay."
"I'm... not... your... dog." sniffled a rather distraught Trunks. His feelings had been hurt, and he didn't want to be anywhere NEAR his android slave-mistress. He quickly opened the white glue
bottle and proceeded to guzzle it.
"Do you always eat to make yourself feel better?"
Trunks glared violently at 18 through the corner of his eye as he continued to squeeze the glue into his mouth. There was suddenly a swarm of people who desperately needed to go to the washroom, and Trunks couldn't figure out why.
Vegeta was still moody about Krillin leaving him, and was writing hates notes to his husband on the seat in front of him with a small ki sliver.
"You'll never see me again. I'll hook up with someone better than you, someone with a smaller butt. Then we'll vacation here in Venice and travel the galaxy together. Stay with your 'precious' emperor then. He'll never be as good as me."
The passengers who WEREN'T running to use the lavatory decided not to interrupt Vegeta's writing aloud. No one felt like hearing him hiss again, and that glowing pen he controlled with his mind was scary, considering smoke was coming up from the seat. The driver was too baked to notice, or he would have kicked Vegeta off a LONG time ago, as well as Trunks.
Meanwhile, on the highway leading to the forest...
"I swear, if I see those bounty hunters, there's going to be hell to pay. They should AT LEAST be in the jungle, but there's no way in hell I'm going to walk through that death trap if they AREN'T already there."
The ALL POWERFUL UNDERWEAR EMPRESS BLOOM, who was now reduced to Bulma
the lilac-haired peasant, dragged her weary feet along the paved road. She was so very tired that the yellow lines on the road were looking so very mesmerizing...
SCREEEEECH!!
Bulma jumped out of the way just as a transport truck rolled by. She picked herself off the ground, dusted off the leaves that she ended up rolling in, and set out on her trek once again. She saw a small cave ahead of her, and decided that she damn well needed a nap.
SNNNOOOOOORRRRRRREEEEEE
"Finally! I'm free! That freaky android lawyer can't bother me any more!"
Goku was flying high, making his way to the jungle as fast as he could.
"Who knows how much further that fat excuse for a bounty hunter has travelled? What if he is ahead of me? I can't let that happen."
The sexy saiyajin picked up his speed, his blood red gi rippling in the wind he created. However, his relief was short-lived, as a really, REALLY tall guy with black spandex and bulky green armour suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Look, I don't know who the hell you are, but get out of my way! I have a mission!"
The man remained silent.
"Hello-o? Is anyone home? Is your body so big that there's no room for a brain? MOVE!!"
The man, once again, remained silent.
"Look here, my name is Goku, I'm the number one bounty hunter and-"
"Goku... must... die." The mysterious orange haired man threw a large blast at Goku, who it missed only by a millimetre.
"Why the hell do you want me dead?"
"I am 16, created by Doctor Gero. My mission is to kill all those who are spawn of Bardock, the Victoria's Secret Model."
"You're not 17's brother... are you?"
"Yes, I am. Damn him and his smartass lawyer job. All I get is orders to kill. It's so boring. Always the same. Fire a blast, throw a few punches. No variety, no creativity. I HATE IT!!"
"Why don't you stop killing?"
"It's in my programming."
"Can you overwrite it?"
"Nope."
"Did he program you to not be creative?"
"Well... not exactly..."
"Then think of a creative way to kill someone!"
16 thought for a moment, when suddenly, a lightbulb appeared over his head.
"Wha?"
"Dr. Gero put that in so I could recognize when I have an idea. Guess how I'm gonna kill you?" asked 16, excitement etched on his normally stone-like face.
"How?"
"WE'RE GONNA HAVE A SHOOT-OUT!!"
"NOOOOOOO!!!"
Goku fled as fast as he could, only to realize to his dismay that 16 had zipped in front of him and was now holding an old-style western gun.
"Asta la vista, baby."
"That's not western!!"
"Terminator suits me better."
16 fired a shot, the deadly bullet moving closer and closer to Goku's perfectly toned and muscular chest...
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What happens next? How long will Bulma snore in the cave? Will Vegeta ever get over Krillin? What about 16 and Goku? What's happening to 17 down in the jail cell (assuming he's there), is Trunks going to continue his glue binge, and will 18 ever stop belittling him? (Fat chance!) Speaking of fat chances, will Yajirobe ever be able to lift himself off the bus seat? Find out next time and remember to review, please, and go check out my poems! They're all in the same story.
