A/N: Hey hey! Here we go with another chapter! Please review... please! Hope ya like this one!

I don't own Dragonballz.

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"What the..."

Piccolo groggily opened his eyes, and to his horror, found himself flying in the arms of that crazy black-haired android.

"Oh shit."

"You're awake!! Goodie! I'll have my shoot out... it's too bad you're not in your sheriff uniform, but you can't have your cake and eat it too."

"What's the point of having a freakin' cake if you're not going to eat it?"

"IT'S AN EXPRESSION!"

"You seem to like expressing things... such as your attraction for Goku, per say."

"I'M NOT GAY!!"

"Right."

"I'M NOT!!"

"Sure."

Little did those two know, that on the OTHER side of Mount Fry-Pan (where they were flying upwards, by the way), Goku's enemies could here them. Faintly, but they could still hear them somewhat.

"That sounded a lot like my brother..." mused the fortune teller, stopping mid-air with her boy toy Trunks curled up in her arms, going into withdrawal.

"Elmers... I neeeeed you... Elmers..."

"We're sticking him in rehab once I get the bounty." said Yajirobe, who was fast becoming a little more than anxious about Trunks' crazy rambling.

"Let's just get up there, stop wasting time you idiots!!"

Vegeta rocketed upwards, the gravity pulling on his masculine features, which would have had Yajirobe laughing if his eyes weren't deep in his sockets and his mouth was pressed back so far he couldn't talk.

The quartet finally landed on the top of the mountain. The silver castle loomed before them, so perfect, so majestic... and then a horrible noise was heard.

"Hi Vegeta... it's been a while, hasn't it?"

The saiyajin prince turned around to see none other than his ex-boyfriend Yamucha, who once was a fry cook on a joint by Vegetasei before it went out of business, dressed in drag.

"Kami... what did you DO to yourself?"

"I got pretty."

Vegeta's eyes were wide with shock, Trunks was gnawing on 18's shirt, Yajirobe was relieved that he wasn't the only one wearing a dress, and 18 threw Trunks off of her and tried in vain to get the saiyajin drool out of her shirt.

"Eew... Trunks, you messed up my shirt!"

Yamucha strolled forward then ran quickly and grabbed Vegeta around the waist.

"You've become quite the exhibitionist while I've been away."

"You've become quite the ugly whore."

Yamucha bitch-slapped the prince across the face, then sat down on a nearby rock because his heels were KILLING him.

"You're just mad because I left you Vegeta, admit it. Oh, and where's your husband Krillin? You two used to be inseparable. I'll bet he found out what an ass you were and is sleeping with someone else right now."

Vegeta's eyes went red with rage, and Yamucha knew he had made a BIG mistake. A powerful ki beam was formed, and Vegeta would have let it go, when suddenly...

"Hey! There's an opening to the castle! It's shaped like Goku!"

Everyone ran over to where Yajirobe was standing. The castle wall, indeed, had a hole the shape of the saiyajin bounty hunter.

"Well then mumu man, what are we waiting for??!!" 18 ran past Yajirobe, knocking him through the wall as she did so. The others quickly followed, save Yamucha, who was getting really scared.

"Oh no... I've let five people into the castle! FIVE!! One was bad enough..."

"Hey lady!"

Yamucha turned around to see a Namekian struggling in the arms of none other than 17.

"Aren't you the lawyer that lost his own trial?"

"SHUT UP! Stop laughing, you'll be doing my work soon."

"Yeah, fulfilling your sick fantasy of Goku and I having a shoot out? Make sure you don't drool."

"I'M NOT GAY!!"

Yamucha snickered. "Right. Anyways, what do you want?"

"We have to find Goku!" yelled 17, dropping Piccolo and shaking Yamucha profusely.

"17 and Goku, sittin' in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"SHUT UP!!!"

Yamucha and Piccolo broke out into gales of laughter, whilst 17 placed his behind on the ground, only to realize he had just sat in something VERY wet. Getting up, he noticed to his relief it was only a pond, but it looked as though he had an accident on the back side of his pants... the water was a very murky brown.

"My goodness!"

Yamucha and Piccolo stopped laughing at the moment of 17's outburst, and gazed in the direction where he was pointing. This was, of course, the wall where Goku made his imprint.

"LET'S GO!!"

The psychotic android yanked Piccolo with him as he ran through the opening. Yamucha was ready to faint from fear.

"Ox King is going to kill me..."

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The very man who had made the entrance for everyone to get through was presently walking through the dark halls, lit with torches. There were many bats, but that didn't bother Goku. Bats weren't colourful. As long as they weren't toucans, he was fine.

"HYAA!"

The confused saiyajin bounty hunter turned around only to be pinned to the wall by two spears, one holding his shirt close to his neck... and the other holding his pants close to his...

"Hey, that's my danger zone!"

"That's the point."

From the shadows emerged a relatively average-sized woman, with black hair reaching her waist and a long, intricate purple dress with unicorns on it. In her hair was a violet tiara that had trails cascading down her hair. She wore a determined expression on her face, and wielded a frying pan in her hand. There was no doubt... this was...

THE FRY-PAN-PRINCESS... that Goku had to kidnap so he could receive the bounty and hopefully get a shot at sleeping with Bulma.

"So, who are you?" said the woman, dropping her pan and placing her hands on either side of Goku's perfectly toned, muscular chest, which she noticed RIGHT AWAY.

"Goku."

"I see... what an interesting belt you have there..."

She reached out to touch Goku's tail, and he whipped it away from her, almost hitting her in the face.

"What the hell? You have a tail?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm not human."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"That turns me on."

Goku blinked in surprise as the woman placed a mind blowing kiss on his lips, and he was only too happy to comply, because hey, she was pretty good looking as far as women went. It was over too soon, and all the panting saiyajin could do was ask for her name.

"ChiChi. Do you like lasagna?"

Goku started to drool, and would have wiped it off with the back of his hand in embarrassment, but he was still attached to the wall.

"Come with me, I'll let you live, but you might want to watch out for my father... he doesn't like it when men visit me."

"Sure... but can you get me down?"

"Of course."

ChiChi took out the top spear, and then the bottom one, taking longer than needed on the latter, making Goku feel VERY uncomfortable. The two then walked through corridors to get to ChiChi's kitchen.

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"Checkmate!!" Krillin managed to strain out as he hefted the large knight into place.

"Oh shucks," said Jeice, who was Chiaozu's royal advisor. "you beat me. We'll have to do this again sometime, I'll be the winner!"

"I would, but you see, I probably won't be coming back here. I'm off to apologize to my sexy husband!"

"Shouldn't you get some clothes on first?"

"...oops."

Krillin turned bright red, dashed into the palace, grabbed his thong, put it on, and flew out a window towards Mount-Fry-Pan.

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