I'm from the U.K, so all of my character names and expressions are gonna be from here, so Mr Satan will be called Hercule etc.
Disclaimer: Do you really think that I own DBZ?
Piccolo was cross-legged, hovering a few inches above the ground, his months of solid meditation were finally about to pay off, enlightenment was within his grasp, his concentration could have cut through steel; all was almost at peace and harmony within him, when…
With a huge thunderclap of power, a massive, cuboid machine on small, stumpy legs materialised a few inches in front of Piccolo's nose, it hovered for a second before smashing to the ground with a deafening crash, sending up a mushroom cloud of dry soil. The ramp slithered down to the ground, and with a click the door unlocked and slid back.
"I'm gonna be sick!" yelled a small, black-haired man, diving behind a bush, from which unsavoury sounds soon emanated.
"Can't the almighty Saiyan prince take a little journey? Poor little Saiyan!" teased Bulma.
"Well Bulma, I don't see Piccolo, do you suppose your machine didn't work?" said Goku, his arms behind his head.
"What, how dare you suggest that I, Bulma Briefs could make a mistake? We just have to look for Piccolo, I'm sure that he's here somewhere!"
"Whoa he's in a bad shape, do you suppose he's just had a training session with Pikkon or something?" said Gohan, crouched over the delirious and mumbling form of Piccolo.
"Doesn't matter, just get him inside!" commanded Bulma, "I'll explain why in a minute!"
"Hey, is that? Yes it is, it is him, hey, over here!" Pan yelled to a distant, fat, pink humanoid, turning around, she explained, "It's Buu! Buu's here!"
"Buu? How could Buu be here? I thought that he was inside of me!" said Uub
"Buu can be here because Buu was given a reward by King Yemma for Buu's good work!" a very happy Buu exclaimed. "By Buu stopping Uub defeating Hercule, Buu stopped a riot that would have caused many people to die, saving paperwork!"
"But I thought you were inside me!"
"No silly, only Buu's spirit need be inside you any more, Buu's body can be here"
"Oh!" said Uub, "I kind of…if you…well…no, I really don't understand"
"Does it really matter?" grumbled Bulma, "Lets get him in to and we can get started!"
After another brief fight about who had to stand near the humiliated Saiyan prince, the Z-senshi stood inside the machine.
"Okay, the real reason that I brought all of you along, isn't because you all wanted to see Piccolo, but because I wanted to test how much power this baby can handle, so, all of you power up on 3. Okay…3!
The simultaneous wave of super Saiyan energy knocked Bulma to the ground, one by one, different fighters reached their various forms and maximum power levels, until only Goku was left, sat in the middle of the floor eating a huge sandwich.
"What-the? Where did he get that from?" moaned Bulma as everyone fell to the floor around Goku.
"What-what is it? Oh yeah! The power level thing!" said Goku, chomping down the sandwich in two huge bites.
The tiny warrior's muscles crackled and bulged with energy, until; with a boom he turned SSJ 1. Another surge of power sent him to Ascended Saiyan form, again his hair lengthened and his forehead changed as he transformed to his third state. With an unbearable burst of power Goku stood, in his fourth and final form, the air itself warping like in a heat haze from his power.
Bulma's mouth was gaping; "Wow, what a power, even I can sense it! Ahem," she quickly regained her composure "Good work Goku, now, if you will all take you seats, I believe that if you tug on those two handles then you should be able to get some chairs for our two new guests to use, now with a simple press, like so!"
The familiar whirling sound occurred, but then the transporter jumped, then lurched around madly. Above the squealing of warning alarms and the screams of the passengers, the only words that were understandable were; "That wasn't meant to happen-!"
After what seemed like an eternity, the lurching stopped, and the groaning started.
"Uuuh…my head." said Trunks, his voice much more high pitched.
"Get off me!" grumbled Goten in another high-pitched voice.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Goten and Trunks said simultaneously. "You're a chibi, ha ha! Hey wait, I'm a chibi! Nooooo!"
Pan jumped up, "Ha ha, you two are chibis. Hey, who is that other boy? Oh no! Dad?"
Gohan screamed "Help me, I'm the same age as when we trained to beat the androids! What happened?"
"Hey Vegeta, now I remember why I got together with you in the first place." Said a fresh-faced Bulma.
"My body. It feels so powerful. In this young body I feel I have the strength to become a Super Saiyan Four! Plus my hair is nice and long again, I hated it after I had it cut!"
"Hey you guys, is it just me or am I a whole lot taller?" said Goku, his voice much deeper now.
Tears rolled down Gohan's cheeks as he hurtled into Goku, knocking him to the ground.
"Daddy, I missed you so much."
"What do you mean Gohan? I see you every day!"
"No daddy, when you died fighting Cell, I never saw you again till I grew up, and then you were a lot older, now you're like I remember you from when I was a training with you when I was a boy!"
Tears now poured down Goku's face as he realised how sad and lonely Gohan had been in those years without him, it was now like they were re-united after decades.
Bulma dried her tears and coughed to draw attention to her. "It seems that the amount of power we mustered was too much for the machine to handle and we have been sent somewhere else. As you can see, the weaker ones of us have been taken back to earth, and in breaking the dimensional barrier, our forms have been changed as well."
Looking around, they realised she was right, the only people left in the machine were Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, Piccolo, Trunks, Goten, Pan, Buu, Uub and Bulma.
"The reason that Goku isn't still a boy is that I'm guessing the Dragonballs only work in our dimension, so that must mean that *gulp* we're in another dimension!"
Suddenly two booming knocks on the door drew the Z-warriors attention and a deep, commanding voice sounded,
"Is there anyone in there?"
Okay, that gets the prologue out of the way, and if anyone complains about the stupidity and illogicality of the Buu business then you come up with a better way to write Buu into the story! Anyway, all suggestions and opinions welcome, and e-mail me if you want to, I don't mind. See you later, and remember that the 49ers are the best!
