A/N: Yah, it's been a little bit, but eh, oh well. Here's the next chapter, hope you all like, thanks for the reviews.
I don't own Dragonballz
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Hercule Sataan had finally made it out of the jungle, and was now clambering his egotistical behind up Mount-Fry-Pan... well, maybe not clambering, more like inching.
"I... will avenge... you... Janey." he wheezed, stopping for the millionth time for a rest. To his horror, the branch he was holding onto gave way with a resounding SNAP!
"Noooo!!!"
Hercule found himself splat on the ground for two seconds before he lost consciousness.
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"So, I take it you like it."
"Oh baby yes."
"You want some more?"
"Lay it on me, you know I want it."
"How's THIS."
"Tasty."
Goku scarfed down the SEVENTH batch of lasagna that ChiChi had cooked in mere seconds, then ran around like a chimp on crack, screaming in pain.
"WATER! I NEED WATER!!"
"Yeah, I figured I'd try putting a little extra cayenne pepper in this batch... you like?"
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!! WATER!"
ChiChi opened a rather archaic refrigerator and handed Goku a Brita container. The poor saiyajin gulped down the liquid like it was holy water. In fact, it WAS holy water, it had been blessed by a priest living somewhere remote in Quebec, but Goku didn't know the wiser.
"Oops..."
"What do you mean, oops?" asked Goku of ChiChi, definitely becoming a little scared by her tone of voice.
"Um, that's my daddy's... holy water."
"Holy water?"
"It was blessed by a Quebeckian priest!"
"Quebeckian??"
"Don't ask. Just make sure my father doesn't-"
"THERE THEY ARE!!"
The foxy young woman and the muscle bound bounty hunter turned to see what looked like a modern, hip fortune teller, a male porn star, an overweight... man or woman, they couldn't tell, and a psychotic punk kid in spandex.
"Do you guys have any glue?"
"Shut up Trunks! Kami, this glue obsession is pissing me off!" 18 smacked her man-whore over the head with her crystal ball, while his father hung his head in shame.
"I can't believe my genes are in that thing. There's just no way, unless..." Vegeta's face paled as he remembered the night with that woman once more. "How likely is THAT to happen? Just because Trunks predicted it doesn't mean... oh shit."
Yajirobe laid his eyes on the lasagna pan where a wonderful meal once laid, and he burst into tears. "What a wonderful lasagna... that I can't eat! All this work to get here, AND THE LASAGNA IS GONE!!!"
"I can make more, you know."
"Really?" Yajirobe's eyes lit up like a star, and 18 just shook her head.
"Do you know any spells that would enable me to cover up?"
ChiChi took a lingering glance at Vegeta's thong-clad state and started drooling.
"Helloooo? Anyone home?" the saiyajin prince waved his hand in front of the princess' face, but she was just focussed on his... lower area.
"Well, we have to get going." said Yajirobe, quickly (very quickly for his weight, I might add) hoisting the fry-pan-princess over his shoulder and scurrying out of the room.
"PUT ME DOWN YOU OVERGROWN PIGEON!!"
"Man, I didn't even THINK of that one. Very creative." mused 18, running after the fat bounty hunter, Trunks in tow.
All of a sudden, 17 and Piccolo came around the corner and collided with the runaways, giving Vegeta and Goku time to catch up.
"It's my brother!"
"Well, if it isn't my fortune-telling dumbass sister."
"Dammit, how come YOU got to be the lawyer?"
The two growled at each other, and Piccolo wisely decided to try and sneak away while the black haired cyborg was distracted. That, however, didn't work as well as he thought it would.
"Ah, ah, ah! You're not going anywhere, my pretty!"
Goku's face paled in realization. "You're that damn android who strapped me into that accursed pink van!"
"That's right! And now, I'm going to make you and the Namek have a shoot out!"
"To fulfill his ever-growing sexual desire to see us fight." quipped Piccolo.
"I'M NOT GAY!!!"
A resounding, "Riiiiiiiiiight." echoed off the walls from just about everyone who was standing there.
"Yep, my brother's gay all right. Gay as gay can be, and not the 'oh my god those two men look so hot' gay like Krillin and Vegeta, but the 'that's so damn gross get it away from me!' gay like Freeza and Cell."
"I am not!"
"Come ON 17, you can't deny it. I freakin' WALKED IN on you feasting on Captain Ginyu's... how shall I put this... tootsie roll?"
"Captain Ginyu?" yelled Vegeta. "Dear Kami, if you're going to be a homosexual, do it right!"
"You would know, eh?"
"Damn right, prissy lawyer boy! I'm gay and I'm proud, and if ANYONE so much as titters, I'll blast their damn head off!!"
Piccolo was desperately trying not to titter at this moment, as was ChiChi. That word just made everyone need to hold back their giggles. I mean, honestly... Vegeta saying 'titter'? It was just too much, and the entire group burst out into insane laughter.
Vegeta was powering up a rather large, red blast when a melodious voice he never thought he'd hear again called out to him from another hallway.
"Vegeta?"
"Baldy?"
Suddenly, Krillin came into view, his shortness emphasized by the extremely tall ceilings of the castle.
"Vegeta!"
"Baldy!!"
The two ran forward and clutched each other like long-lost lovers, which, technically, they were, but only by a few days. This soon followed by a rabid make-out session which left 18 drooling, ChiChi demanding to see, and everyone else just plain disgusted... well, except for 17, who STILL wouldn't admit that he was gay.
"Yeah, you like that, eh bro?"
"I'M NOT A QUEER!"
"Right. Anyways, like dude, why are the ceilings so high."
"Because my father's really tall you nincompoop, now LET ME DOWN!!"
"Sorry, no can do. Let's haul ass everyone."
"I have a better idea, free Willy."
"What's that?" asked Yajirobe, spinning around and knocking ChiChi's head against the wall by accident, rendering her unconscious. "That was convenient."
"We can teleport back to the ship."
"How?"
"My psychic power."
Vegeta snickered rather loudly.
"You don't believe? You don't trust my magical abilities?"
"Whatever. Let's just go."
The blond android raised her hands in the air and closed her eyes, then began her monotone hum once again, sounding very eerie, creeping just about everyone out. Small lines of iridescent orange started to form around the people she wished to teleport, and it would have worked, if it weren't for...
OX KING!
...who rather rudely yelled at the top of his lungs, breaking the young woman's concentration.
"YOU THERE! WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER?"
Yajirobe could not answer, as he was far too busy peeing in his mumu. This went unnoticed by everyone else, as they were either terrified by Ox King, or were poking fun of 17's ass stain.
"I FELL IN A BROWN PUDDLE!!"
"Right. Just like you're not gay."
"Shut up you stupid saiyajin!!"
Goku simply smirked, then remembered that Ox King was there, and this man was NOT to be taken lightly.
~*~
Ooh! What happens next? Will Hercule EVER make it to the top of Mount Fry-Pan? What will Ox King do to the trespassers on his property? What about those back in space? Tune in next time, and please let me know what you think of this. Have a great day!
I don't own Dragonballz
~*~
Hercule Sataan had finally made it out of the jungle, and was now clambering his egotistical behind up Mount-Fry-Pan... well, maybe not clambering, more like inching.
"I... will avenge... you... Janey." he wheezed, stopping for the millionth time for a rest. To his horror, the branch he was holding onto gave way with a resounding SNAP!
"Noooo!!!"
Hercule found himself splat on the ground for two seconds before he lost consciousness.
~*~
"So, I take it you like it."
"Oh baby yes."
"You want some more?"
"Lay it on me, you know I want it."
"How's THIS."
"Tasty."
Goku scarfed down the SEVENTH batch of lasagna that ChiChi had cooked in mere seconds, then ran around like a chimp on crack, screaming in pain.
"WATER! I NEED WATER!!"
"Yeah, I figured I'd try putting a little extra cayenne pepper in this batch... you like?"
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!! WATER!"
ChiChi opened a rather archaic refrigerator and handed Goku a Brita container. The poor saiyajin gulped down the liquid like it was holy water. In fact, it WAS holy water, it had been blessed by a priest living somewhere remote in Quebec, but Goku didn't know the wiser.
"Oops..."
"What do you mean, oops?" asked Goku of ChiChi, definitely becoming a little scared by her tone of voice.
"Um, that's my daddy's... holy water."
"Holy water?"
"It was blessed by a Quebeckian priest!"
"Quebeckian??"
"Don't ask. Just make sure my father doesn't-"
"THERE THEY ARE!!"
The foxy young woman and the muscle bound bounty hunter turned to see what looked like a modern, hip fortune teller, a male porn star, an overweight... man or woman, they couldn't tell, and a psychotic punk kid in spandex.
"Do you guys have any glue?"
"Shut up Trunks! Kami, this glue obsession is pissing me off!" 18 smacked her man-whore over the head with her crystal ball, while his father hung his head in shame.
"I can't believe my genes are in that thing. There's just no way, unless..." Vegeta's face paled as he remembered the night with that woman once more. "How likely is THAT to happen? Just because Trunks predicted it doesn't mean... oh shit."
Yajirobe laid his eyes on the lasagna pan where a wonderful meal once laid, and he burst into tears. "What a wonderful lasagna... that I can't eat! All this work to get here, AND THE LASAGNA IS GONE!!!"
"I can make more, you know."
"Really?" Yajirobe's eyes lit up like a star, and 18 just shook her head.
"Do you know any spells that would enable me to cover up?"
ChiChi took a lingering glance at Vegeta's thong-clad state and started drooling.
"Helloooo? Anyone home?" the saiyajin prince waved his hand in front of the princess' face, but she was just focussed on his... lower area.
"Well, we have to get going." said Yajirobe, quickly (very quickly for his weight, I might add) hoisting the fry-pan-princess over his shoulder and scurrying out of the room.
"PUT ME DOWN YOU OVERGROWN PIGEON!!"
"Man, I didn't even THINK of that one. Very creative." mused 18, running after the fat bounty hunter, Trunks in tow.
All of a sudden, 17 and Piccolo came around the corner and collided with the runaways, giving Vegeta and Goku time to catch up.
"It's my brother!"
"Well, if it isn't my fortune-telling dumbass sister."
"Dammit, how come YOU got to be the lawyer?"
The two growled at each other, and Piccolo wisely decided to try and sneak away while the black haired cyborg was distracted. That, however, didn't work as well as he thought it would.
"Ah, ah, ah! You're not going anywhere, my pretty!"
Goku's face paled in realization. "You're that damn android who strapped me into that accursed pink van!"
"That's right! And now, I'm going to make you and the Namek have a shoot out!"
"To fulfill his ever-growing sexual desire to see us fight." quipped Piccolo.
"I'M NOT GAY!!!"
A resounding, "Riiiiiiiiiight." echoed off the walls from just about everyone who was standing there.
"Yep, my brother's gay all right. Gay as gay can be, and not the 'oh my god those two men look so hot' gay like Krillin and Vegeta, but the 'that's so damn gross get it away from me!' gay like Freeza and Cell."
"I am not!"
"Come ON 17, you can't deny it. I freakin' WALKED IN on you feasting on Captain Ginyu's... how shall I put this... tootsie roll?"
"Captain Ginyu?" yelled Vegeta. "Dear Kami, if you're going to be a homosexual, do it right!"
"You would know, eh?"
"Damn right, prissy lawyer boy! I'm gay and I'm proud, and if ANYONE so much as titters, I'll blast their damn head off!!"
Piccolo was desperately trying not to titter at this moment, as was ChiChi. That word just made everyone need to hold back their giggles. I mean, honestly... Vegeta saying 'titter'? It was just too much, and the entire group burst out into insane laughter.
Vegeta was powering up a rather large, red blast when a melodious voice he never thought he'd hear again called out to him from another hallway.
"Vegeta?"
"Baldy?"
Suddenly, Krillin came into view, his shortness emphasized by the extremely tall ceilings of the castle.
"Vegeta!"
"Baldy!!"
The two ran forward and clutched each other like long-lost lovers, which, technically, they were, but only by a few days. This soon followed by a rabid make-out session which left 18 drooling, ChiChi demanding to see, and everyone else just plain disgusted... well, except for 17, who STILL wouldn't admit that he was gay.
"Yeah, you like that, eh bro?"
"I'M NOT A QUEER!"
"Right. Anyways, like dude, why are the ceilings so high."
"Because my father's really tall you nincompoop, now LET ME DOWN!!"
"Sorry, no can do. Let's haul ass everyone."
"I have a better idea, free Willy."
"What's that?" asked Yajirobe, spinning around and knocking ChiChi's head against the wall by accident, rendering her unconscious. "That was convenient."
"We can teleport back to the ship."
"How?"
"My psychic power."
Vegeta snickered rather loudly.
"You don't believe? You don't trust my magical abilities?"
"Whatever. Let's just go."
The blond android raised her hands in the air and closed her eyes, then began her monotone hum once again, sounding very eerie, creeping just about everyone out. Small lines of iridescent orange started to form around the people she wished to teleport, and it would have worked, if it weren't for...
OX KING!
...who rather rudely yelled at the top of his lungs, breaking the young woman's concentration.
"YOU THERE! WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER?"
Yajirobe could not answer, as he was far too busy peeing in his mumu. This went unnoticed by everyone else, as they were either terrified by Ox King, or were poking fun of 17's ass stain.
"I FELL IN A BROWN PUDDLE!!"
"Right. Just like you're not gay."
"Shut up you stupid saiyajin!!"
Goku simply smirked, then remembered that Ox King was there, and this man was NOT to be taken lightly.
~*~
Ooh! What happens next? Will Hercule EVER make it to the top of Mount Fry-Pan? What will Ox King do to the trespassers on his property? What about those back in space? Tune in next time, and please let me know what you think of this. Have a great day!
