(Same story, but maybe this title is more fitting)
A/N: This is me : ^_^ I am giddy with anticipation of what is to come. I hope you are, too. MwaHahahahahaha.
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Part Two: Breaking the Fourth Wall… temporarily.
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Little Trunks was still flying.
…….Still flying …...
………….. Still flying………
Ok, then he started to think. He thought, "Whew! Thank goodness I stopped myself before telling Mummy-dearest about what Goten and I did. If she knew that we broke her particle-neutralization thingy then she would have flipped."
Then Trunks turned to face YOU, the readers. He spoke heatedly to you. "What, you morons? Did you think I was homosexual or something?! Ha! My twelve-year old body is WAY too sexy to be touched by the male gender… So why am I wearing this dress, you ask? Girls are icky. I don't want them to be attracted to my hot ass. Oh, they may still think I am gorgeous, but they would never try to get involved with a cross-dressing boy."
("Oh, I doubt that, Little Trunks. Heh heh.")
Trunks didn't hear The Narrator's comment.
And after some thought, the boy added, "I'm also crazy and stupid, so there are two more reasons that girls would never come after me."
(The Narrator shakes head at poor, naïve Trunks.)
And so, Princess Trunks continued flying, trying to figure out how to cure his Mom's blindness. He crossed a beautiful meadow with many streams and waterfalls. Suddenly, he spotted Piccolo hovering near the rushing water. He quickly descended to greet the green-skinned, lizard-man.
"Hi, Mr. Piccolo-ser!"
Piccolo snapped out of his meditation. "What did you call me, wanker?!"
"Your name! Piccoloser… But why you are speaking with an British accent?"
"Hmmm, I don't know." He surveyed his body. Seemed normal. He grinned maniacally, "This is bloody brilliant!"
Trunks looked at him, doubtfully. "If you say so… I think it's stupid."
British Piccolo powered up. "I'll show you stupid!"
Trunks moved backward a few feet. "Hey, you're right! I am stupid! I told the readers that a few minutes ago! How did you know?!"
"Readers?" Piccolo powered down. "What ever are you talking about?"
"Them," Trunks pointed at YOU.
British Piccolo looked around, and saw nothing. "Dear boy, I think you have lost your marbles."
"I like marbles, Piccoloser. You're cool… even if you talk funny."
U.K. Piccolo took off his cape and put on a frock coat. Then he started smoking a pipe. "So, boy-o, to what do I owe your unexpected visitation?"
"Well, you see, Piccoloser… I was showing my Mummy-dearest this beeeeauutiful new dress that Goten bought me…"
British Piccolo surveyed Trunks' attire. Plum evening gown, lavender boa. Yeah, looked about normal for the Briefs family.
Trunks continued, "…but she couldn't see it! My Mummy-dearest had gone blindeded!" He started sobbing.
"Please cease that incessant whining! It's making my head ache. Besides, you'll cause your mascara to run."
"So will you help me, Piccoloser?!" asked a hopeful Trunks.
"I suppose. Go see Kami. He'll tell you what to do."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, "You fused with Kami. Remember, Piccoloser? Do you mean Dende?"
"Of course I mean Dende, you twit! What do you take me for?! A brain-dead Frenchman?!"
"Uhhh." Princess Trunks nervously looked toward the readers. "You better not say things like that, Piccoloser. You might make the readers angry with cultural slurs like that."
He scoffed, "Culture-shmulture. I have nothing to worry about. No one likes the gormless French."
Quite uncomfortable, Trunks said, "I better leave now. Thanks for the help."
But before he could take off, British Piccolo caught him by the arm and whispered, "Be careful out there, my boy. I have heard rumors of a crazy fox running around, and gobbling up purple-haired little boys."
Fear filled his crystal blue eyes. "You're lying!" he gasped.
"Okay, got me there, old chap. But I have heard rumors about a horrible two-headed creature that lives in the forest. It is pure evil and very smart. Actually, no one has ever seen it."
"Then how do YOU know it exists?!"
"I have sensed its ki."
"What is ki?"
"Are you off your head? It is your power, your energy!"
He got no response from Trunks-in-the-dress. The boy was twirling his boa, absentmindedly.
"Stop pissing around! Here… take this basket of goodies to Dende, will you? And send my love."
Trunks crinkled his nose. "I think you should take them yourself, Piccoloser."
"Look here, Nancy boy. Don't make me dirty your evening gown! TAKE The BLOODY BASKET!"
"Noooooo! OK OK… I'll take your basket!" Trunks wailed. "Just don't mess up my dress!"
"That's a good boy," British Piccolo smiled. "Now off with you. Go on now. Bugger off."
British Piccolo patted Trunks on his arse ("cough, I mean 'bottom'"). Trunks glared at him, but left the Namek without a word of protest.
Trunks flew off again, this time with a basket and still wearing his lavender boa and plum evening gown. He was heading toward the Lookout, but he was soon distracted (as always seems to be the case with Trunks). He saw a farm in the near distance and became painfully aware of his growling stomach.
He flew to the ground and landed in the middle of the crop. The crop of… Cornbread.
("Mmmm, cornbread. Ain't nuthin wrong with that. Haha… Hey! If The Narrator says cornbread can grow on vines, then it can, dammit! Except… it's growing on stalks.")
Trunks was GLAD that cornbread could grow on stalks. He looooooved cornbread and hadn't had any for a long time. He stuffed his mouth with all the cornbread he could fit. He looked like a chipmunk. A chipmunk in a plum-colored evening gown.
(hee hee hee)
Then, there was a noise from behind him. Something was coming toward him. The stalks of cornbread parted and he saw……….
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A/N: Sorry! I just can't resist a good cliff-hanger! Well, maybe it's not good, but I couldn't resist it anyway! Mind so weak… Hee hee hee hee. Tune in next week!!!! PLEASE?