"Making dinner tonight?" Bana asked J'dee and S'rac as they entered the kitchen. The two unfortunates voiced confirmation of the statement.

"Cool. Well, I want some chicken soup, okay?" Rogue said.

"Right…" S'rac nodded and watched Rogue and Bana pick up a large, six-foot sub packed full of sandwich materials and carry it out of the kitchen.

S'rac and J'dee stood alone and stared around at the implements, cookbooks, and other, various items that surrounded them. "Where do we start?" S'rac asked in a hopeless, confused voice.

"Um… I don't know…" J'dee admitted, flipping through a cookbook, "Nearly all of this stuff sounds pretty good, but I don't have the cooking skills to make them..."

"Well…" S'rac picked up a box of Bisquick that was sitting on a counter, "Here's a recipe for biscuits… It doesn't sound too hard…"

"And here's a recipe for chicken soup like Rogue wanted. I think you just throw all the stuff into the pot and boil it. Should be pretty easy."

S'rac picked up another cookbook and opened up to a random page, "Oooo… stir fry… that's not too complex, I think…"

"Hamburgers!" J'dee announced, looking in the refrigerator.

"French fries!" S'rac exclaimed, checking the freezer. He pulled out a bag of the frozen, pre-made fries. "Easy!"

"Hey! This won't be too bad!" J'dee said, her voice filled with optimism.

"Yeah! We can do it!" S'rac grinned and began to prepare the food.

I groaned. I was so bored. Mirai was playing computer games and the chibis and Krillin were playing Monopoly. There was nothing for me to do and no one interesting to bug. I stood and sauntered out of the room. What to do, what to do?! My mind complained to no one in particular.

Suddenly, my stomach rumbled. "I'm hungry…" I muttered and tromped to the kitchen. As soon as I stepped foot inside, I regretted it instantly. I was hit with at least five unknown substances, some of which stank, and I slipped in a puddle of something (I don't want to know what) and went sprawling.

"What the hell happened here?!" I hollered, trying to get back on my own two feet unsuccessfully. Once more, I went crashing down.

"We're cooking!" S'rac sung out in a cheery voice. I looked around the kitchen. Kami… I am soooo eating takeout tonight…

"Yeah! This is fun!" J'dee agreed, dumping some stuff into a large stockpot and stirring it around.

"What, pray tell, is that?" I asked.

"Chicken soup!"

Did she just put the whole chicken in there? Without removing the organs? "Right… ok… well, I'm just gonna grab these chips right here," I did so, "and leave you people to your jobs. Have fun!" I backed out of the kitchen before I died from whatever fumes were coming off of the 'food' they were cooking.

"Oh Kami… have mercy on the stomachs of the innocents…" I mumbled as I entered the living room. There, Rogue and Bana were camped out on the Playstation 2 playing the Dragonball Z game Budokai.

"Take that, Kakarot!" Bana screamed, lashing out in the game and punching the Kakarot character, taking down his health a fair bit.

"Nice one, Bana!" Rogue grinned.

"Hey! Ease up on me a bit! I'm a nice guy! I don't deserve that kind of treatment!" Kakarot complained from where he sat on the couch.

"Ooooo… check out Veggie's ass… they did it quite nicely if I do say so myself," Bana said, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Vegeta growled but said nothing from where he stood in the shadows.

"Nice detail on the spandex, IRL and in the game," I commented, coughing into my hand the last bit. Bana and Rogue chuckled.

"IRL?" Kakarot asked confused.

"Never you mind, Kakarot."

"But-"

"Anyway! Rogue, Bana, you guys got any money for takeout tonight?"

"Uh," Rogue pulled out a few bills and passed them to me, "I think that's 8 or 10."

"Lemme see…" Bana dug around in her pockets for a moment and then brought out a handful of… something. She began to pick through it, "Hmmm… what have we here? Pocket lint, a penny, pocket lint, dime, receipt, chap stick, more pocket lint… Ooooo! A mini Snickers bar!" she pocketed that again, "A little more pocket lint, batteries, change, pocket lint, more change, and more change…" she began to count the change that was piling up. She finally handed me all the change and announced proudly, "Ten dollars and twelve cents! All in change!"

"That's a lot of change… How often do you empty out your pockets?" I asked curiously, kind of not wanting to know at the same time.

"Every other week."

"Ah… Well, I'm gonna call for takeout. What should we get?"

"Chinese food!"

"Pizza!"

"Hotdogs!"

"Hotdogs? Do they do hotdog takeouts?" I asked Kakarot.

"Do they?"

"I don't think so…"

"Oh…"

"Pizza?"

"How much money do you have?"

"77 and some odd cents."

"Pizza! Lotsa pizza!" Bana called out. "With bubblegum on it!"

"Bubblegum?"

"No, just kidding."

"Yeah. I was thinking bubblegum's a little str-"

"I meant chocolate cookie dough ice cream!"

"On pizza?" I grimaced.

"Yes!"

"That's weird…" Kakarot muttered.

"Coming from you Kakarot, it must be pretty odd…" Vegeta smirked.

"I need a camera…" Bana growled, glaring at the ceiling. "The DBZ people arrive in our universe and the one thing I need, I don't have! Kami! If you exist and you love me, a camera will fall down from the heavens right now and strike the ground in front of me!" Bana called out and then added as an afterthought, "And still work!"

"That won't happ-" I started and then paused as my ears picked up the sounds of a whistling noise. Suddenly, there was a boom! noise and something came crashing through the roof and landed at Bana's feet.

She stared at it in amazement and slowly picked it up. "Oh my Kami…" she murmured.

"What?" Rogue asked, blinking wildly.

"It's a camera…" Bana's eyes were wide and she sat down on the couch, "I think I'm just a little weirded out by this."

"Does this stuff not happen a lot?" Kakarot asked.

"Yeah. This is what we like to call a 'miracle', if you're the religious type," I answered, "It has never happened before in my time. At least, not like this…"

"Ah. But you dared him pretty much. Usually, gods don't back down on dares." Mike said. He had just arrived in the last few minutes.

"I think they're warping our universe pretty bad… and I'm starting to wonder if this is a good thing…" I muttered, rubbing my face in my hands and grimacing. "What if all of a sudden everyone's prayers came true? It'd be bad! It'd be chaos! I'd be rich…" I grinned, "Maybe it won't be so bad after all!"

"It doesn't work like that, I'm afraid," Mike said, bringing down my hopes, "Once you believe in the god's existence, he/she/it usually won't do it again." He shrugged, "At least, that's how it works in books and stuff."

"Dammit!" I growled, "Fucking deities like to fuck with our minds!"

WHABAM! All of a sudden, I was hit with what felt like a million pins and needles screaming and crashing through my body above the speed of light over and over again in a matter of seconds. Light danced over my body as the pain increased. I never knew I could hurt so much. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out as I went crashing to the ground. I twitched on the ground for a few minutes as the people around stared at me.

"Yeah… you shouldn't insult Kami…" Mike said with a little smile, "Or lightning will strike you."

"Kami's got a crazy sense of humor…" I groaned through a mouth that tasted a bit like blood, "I feel like I've been battered by ten Super Saiyans holding sledgehammers… Insane little bitch…"

"Watch it…" Mike warned, grinning widely as a few sparks crawled up my arms in warning, "He seems to have a short temper for a certain special person…"

"Bastard," I growled and clambered to my feet. "Ow, ow, ow! I'm gonna be sore for forever now! Not fair!" I picked up a nearby phone and dialed the local pizza number.

"Domino's Pizza. Can I take your order?"

"Yeah, I'd like to get three large pepperoni pizzas and three large cheese pizzas."

"Okay… is that all?"

"No, can I also get two six-packs of Mountain Dew and two six-packs of Pepsi?"

"Sure… will this be delivery or pickup?"

"Pickup," I gave the man our phone number.

"The total is 75 dollars and 52 cents. Your order will be ready in a half hour."

"All right. Arigato!"

"Wha-" I hung up.

"75 bucks! Kuso!"

"You got enough?" Rogue asked.

"Yeah, I'm just amazed at how much these boys can cost!" I said, jerking a thumb at the Saiyans. Vegeta glared at me and Bana snapped a pic of him. He turned and glared at her, earning himself another pic taken.

"Yeah! But it's hella worth it!" Bana grinned.

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Jeril: Bleh. I hate myself. I haven't been able to write for forever. I just couldn't bring myself to sit down and type something up… The only things I could write were poems… Well, I dunno if this was really funny… I don't think it was… but yeah… *sigh* Gaaaaaaah… My life's been so, so… bleh lately… It sucks…

Vegeta: You are such a bum.

Jeril: :p Live with it, baka.

Story Advertising: Random Miscellaneous Trigun Anecdotes - - Um, yeah. What the title says. Vury funny! No major spoilers, I think. A lot of references to the popular Legato/Knives yaoi idea. A little bit of humor for all you Trigun fans and it's even pretty damn funny to those of you who don't watch the series.