Just Droppin' In
Chapter 2: Just a Small Problem.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ. I don't own any of my friends. I'm not even sure if I own myself.
Last time on Dragonball JDI: A bunch of kids, including the author, ended in the midst of Raditz and Goku's fight. After saving one of them (the author) from being killed by Raditz, Goku promised to help them return to their own world. Goku took Gohan back home, leaving Piccolo to keep an eye on things. Raditz, however, attacked the little group of teenagers, who were saved when Piccolo sat on Raditz! How much longer can Piccolo (or Raditz) put up with this?
The Nimbus cloud screeched to a halt outside the front door, and Goku, still holding Gohan, leapt off, yelling "Chi-chi, I'm home!" However, he got a rather nasty surprise.
Chi-chi came marching out the door, holding a ladle in one hand, hands on her hips. "Goku, just where were you all this time? I've been waiting here for two hours! Gohan has to go to school tomorrow! And don't whine at me if the rice is overdone!"
Goku took all of this with the usual passiveness. He had learned a long time ago that it was best not to argue. Sighing, he lifted Gohan from his shoulders, and told Chi-chi his plans for the afternoon: "I have to leave now, Chi-chi, and I'm not sure when I'll be back." He turned to Gohan and added "Go on inside and have some lunch, Gohan."
"Goku! What is so important that you just HAVE to avoid me?"
"It'll take a long time to explain, but I'll try. See, this bunch of teenage girls just.I don't know, landed here from another dimension, and I told them I'd try to get them back home."
And then Chi-chi did a very amazing thing, at least, from Goku's perspective, to be doing in this situation: She laughed. "Yes, I'm sure you did." Then she suddenly stopped. "Very funny, Goku. Now, you get in there and eat lunch, and you are staying in this house."
Goku sighed. This was not going the way he wanted it to. "Chi-chi, I'm serious. Ask Gohan if you don't believe me."
And, much to Goku's chagrin, his wife rounded on Gohan. "Is this true, Gohan?" Gohan nodded. "See? I told you!"
"And just what did you give him to make him say this?"
Gohan answered for his father. "Nothing, mom. He didn't give me anything. I guess someone was screwing around with the space-time continuum, and-"
He never got further than the "and." He quailed under the furious look his mother was giving him. "And just where did you learn this language, young man?" she asked.
Gohan stared at the floor. "Those girls," he answered simply.
Apparently, Chi-chi was satisfied with this answer. "I'll believe that, since I know your father wouldn't use that sort of language. But, just for using it, after you've finished your lunch, you'll go and stay in your room until dinnertime. And I want you to study! Understand?" Gohan nodded. Then, she rounded on Goku. "And as for you, you're not going anywhere! Regardless of what happens to these kids of whom you speak, you're staying here!"
"B-but Chi-chi-"
"Be quiet, Goku. Now, get in there and eat your lunch, then go do something useful."
Meekly, Goku followed his wife into the house, where he sat at the table, and tried to think of something to do about his current predicament. However, his train of thought was derailed when Chi-chi set a massive bowl of slightly overcooked rice in front of him. The fact that the rice was overcooked did not seem to worry him. He merely shoveled it into his mouth, pausing only to gulp water from the glass nearby. Across the table, Gohan was doing a very similar thing. Chi-chi observed the proceedings with satisfaction, knowing that while there was food on the table, nothing would happen, and left the room.
Goku saw his chance. Shoveling the last of his rice into his mouth, he leapt up from the table as quietly as he could, and padded to the door. He shot one last look at Gohan, pressing his finger to his lips in a signal to be quiet, left almost silently. However, he didn't shut the door almost silently.
Chi-chi heard the door slam, and she was off like a bullet from a gun. She raced down the stairs, tripping over the hem of her skirt as she ran. Tearing open the door, she stepped into the blazing sunlight. By the time she got there, however, her husband was well on his way. She screamed up to him. "Goku! Get back here now!"
Goku simply waved, and called back, "Sorry, but I can't! I'm a man of my word, Chi-chi, you should know that by now! I promised to get them home, and I won't come back here until I get them back!" Chi-chi sighed, and then called "Be careful, Goku!"
Goku, however, didn't hear her. The little golden cloud spirited him towards Piccolo, Raditz and those weird kids. Cold winds played with his hair, lifting it upwards as they tried to pull it from his scalp. However cold the winds were, he didn't notice, the cold countered by the blazing heat from the sun. Goku found himself yawning, in spite of himself. He slapped himself in the face a few times. "What am I doing?" he asked himself aloud. "For all I know, those kids are in mortal danger, and Piccolo is about to go crazy, and here I am dozing off!"
For all he knows.
"Get off me, you big green freak!" Raditz grunted, his voice muffled because his face was buried in the ground. "You're messing up my hair!" Piccolo elbowed him in the ribs to get him to shut up.
"Do you think I'm enjoying this?" he asked. He was sitting on Raditz's back, picking dirt and sand from underneath his nails. "If I had my choice, I'd be beating the crap out of both you and your brother, but instead I end up babysitting a bunch of silly little girls and-" He was suddenly cut off by a large clump of grass and soil that hit him in the face. "What the-?"
"Well thrown, Tashachu!" one of his charges exclaimed.
"We're not a 'bunch of silly little girls,' Piccolo!" Tashachu shouted. "We happen to be highly intelligent."
"You don't seem wonderfully intelligent," the Namek snapped, wiping dirt from his face with his arm. "and how in the name of Kami do you know my name?"
"Ever seen Dragonball Z?" Tashachu retorted.
"Tashachu," Crystal Arrow (formerly Crystal Suranu) muttered through clenched teeth, elbowing her friend in the ribs. "Ix-nay on-ay e-thay 'eBZ- day."
"Wha? I don't know Pig Latin."
Crystal Arrow sighed. "He doesn't know about Dragonball Z, remember?"
"Oh." Then, to Piccolo: "I don't know, just don't ask!"
Piccolo heaved a heavy sigh of his own. Today, he thought, was not worth getting out of bed for. "They're all crazy," he said to the world in general, and looked up at the sky, inwardly wishing that Goku would get over here sometime like now.
Back with the "bunch of silly little girls," things were going average-ly. Owlie-chan had somehow produced a deck of playing cards from her pocket, and was playing solitaire. ZestyGnome wasn't doing much of anything in particular, Solarcite was watching Owlie-chan drive herself crazy, and Tashachu and Crystal Arrow were arguing about DBZ in general. Owlie-chan stopped playing to listen to the argument:
"We're here, so why are you trying to explain all this stuff to me?"
"Uh, Tashachu, we sort of changed everything when we ended up here. If we weren't here, Raditz would be beating the crap out of Goku and Piccolo. As it is, Piccolo is sitting on Raditz, and Goku is God knows where."
Owlie-chan interrupted. "She's got a point there. What the heck are the Frieza saga or the Buu saga going to turn into? We've kinda changed the future here."
Back on the Cloud.
"Come on, Nimbus!" Goku shouted at the cloud, his voice rising with impatience. "What are you doing? I need to get there, otherwise Piccolo's going to have a nervous breakdown!" Strange images crossed his mind of the girls putting ribbons on Piccolo's antennae. He shook his head in an attempt to clear them. "Either that or they're dead," he muttered, rolling his eyes to the empty sky above. Through the white fleece of the clouds below him, he caught sight of Piccolo, or, rather, the top of Piccolo's head. "There they are!" he exclaimed. "Down there, Nimbus!"
The little cloud dove through the air, and coasted to a stop just behind Piccolo's head. "Hey, Piccolo!" its rider called, nearly giving his addressee a heart attack.
"What the-oh, Goku."
"Aren't you glad I'm back?"
"Humph. Now that you're here, can I get off him?" Piccolo pointed to what Goku had thought was a rock. It was Raditz.
"Um, why are you sitting on him in the first place?" Something struck him. "Piccolo! Honestly! That is nasty!" Piccolo gave him a very nasty, but also very shocked look.
"It's not what you think it is, trust me."
Goku jumped off the Nimbus, which flew away. He rolled his eyes at Piccolo. "Whatever," he shrugged. "Now what?"
Piccolo performed an interesting feat, jumping off Raditz's back and putting his foot back on, pressing his weight onto the Saiyan lying in the dust to stop him getting up. "First," he answered. "We deal with this piece of crap."
Raditz made a futile attempt to get up. "Watch what you call me, green boy!" Piccolo merely put his full weight on Raditz, and kicked him with the other foot. "Yo mama!" the unfortunate Saiyan managed to spit, turning his head towards Piccolo. Piccolo looked at him and blinked.
"You dissin' my mama? Well, I got a piece of news for you, boy: I ain't got no mama!"
The inter-dimensional travelers blinked at the proceedings. "Well, this is new," remarked Owlie-chan. The others could only nod in assent, transfixed as they were by the oddness of the scene unfolding before them. It was silent for a while, and the only thing that could be heard was Raditz and Piccolo's cursing. ZestyGnome broke the silence.
"Well, this is, uh, interesting."
Alice looked at her like she was insane. "You think people running around talking like that and swearing is interesting?"
"Actually, yeah."
Solarcite interrupted. "Alice, she's being sarcastic."
Alice rolled her eyes. "Sorry, but I'm seriously getting scared here. How are we going home?"
"That's the point," Crystal Arrow explained. "We can't get home, apparently because of someone screwing around with the space-time continuum, and knowing Goku, it doesn't look like the space-time continuum's going to get unscrewed. We're stuck here. Unless," she added sarcastically. "Gohan comes up with some miracle equation."
"You never know," Tashachu piped optimistically.
"Tashachu, this is Goku's brain-dead son we're talking about here. Do you really think some really stupid four-year-old brat is going to get us anywhere, let alone back to our own dimension?"
Tashachu apparently had no answer for this, as she kept silent. "Just as I thought," Crystal Arrow sighed, rolling her eyes. Tashachu blinked indignantly.
Meanwhile, Goku was trying to separate Raditz and Piccolo, who were cursing each other's ancestry and trying to rip each other's faces off. "Okay, you two, break it up, we've got a job to do."
Both Raditz and Piccolo spun around and looked at Goku like he was crazy. "HE TRIED TO KILL ME!" they shouted, pointing accusing fingers at each other. Then they returned to their previous activity, which consisted of trying to kill each other.
Goku rolled his eyes. He had no time for this. "Look, we said we'd help them, we're going to help them."
"SCREW THEM!" Raditz yelled. Unfortunately for him, Tashachu heard it. Ten seconds later, a clump of dirt held together by grass roots hit him full in the face, followed by another three, which hit him in the chest and stomach. "What the heck was that?" he asked the world in general, letting go of Piccolo's antennae to brush himself off. Goku surveyed his brother amusedly.
"Um, this is just a suggestion, but I wouldn't say anything like that again if I were you."
"Shut up, Kakkorot," Raditz snapped. "What do you know? I'm betting all you do is stay at home with your precious little family and do push- ups." Goku bristled.
"Grrr.Raditz, I don't know what's wrong with you, but stop! We need to work together to get them out of here, and I'm sure you'd like to get out of here!" It was then that he felt someone poke him in the back. He whirled around to find Owlie-chan standing behind him.
"Er, maybe he's hungry," she suggested meekly.
Twenty Minutes Later.
"Chi-chi! Open the door!" Goku found himself locked out of his own house. He was banging on the door for all he was worth-without breaking it- and fervently hoping that Piccolo could restrain Raditz, at least until his wife opened the door.
"Is that you, Goku?" Chi-chi's voice came from within. "Did you return those supposed kids to their own dimension?"
"No," Goku called in response. "They're out here with me." The door opened, and Chi-chi's face poked out through the crack. "Chi-chi, I need to ask you a question."
"What?"
"Do we have any rice left?" "Just a minute." Chi-chi disappeared, her footsteps echoing down the hallway to the kitchen. She returned quickly. "Just enough for two bowls. Why?"
"Because I've got an uninvited relative of mine out here. If he eats as much as I do, we'll need some more," he mumbled.
Chi-chi groaned. "And do those teenagers want anything to eat?" Goku looked over his shoulder, asking them if they were hungry.
"No, not really. We were in second bell when we ended up here, so we only ate breakfast a little while ago," Beckie answered for everyone
"Um, okay. Piccolo, what about you?"
"I'm-stop squirming!-fine."
Goku turned back to Ch-chi. "Everyone else is fine."
Chi-chi opened the door and ushered everyone inside. However, she stopped Raditz, digging the handle of a broom into his chest. "Who's this?" she asked irritably. Goku looked at who she was pointing at.
"Oh, that's Raditz, the uninvited relative."
"And just what is his relation to you?"
"He's my brother."
Chi-chi slowly took the broom out of Raditz's chest, much to his relief. "Could you move?" came a harsh voice from behind Raditz. Chi-chi looked over her brother-in-law's shoulder to see Piccolo holding him by the hair, and screamed. "What?" Piccolo asked. "Am I that ugly?" He blinked twice and looked down at Raditz. "Don't you say a word," he said in a deadly whisper, grabbing Raditz's arm and twisting it.
"Ow! Ow! I didn't do anything! Ow! You're hurting me!" The would- be conqueror was bawling like a toddler.
"Would you shut up?" Piccolo barked. Raditz's whining went through a dramatic decrescendo until it ceased all together. "That's better," he muttered, and marched Raditz into the kitchen, where he threw him into a chair.
Goku heard his wife scream. He came rushing out of the kitchen and down the hall to see what was going on, and ran over Beckie on the way there. However, Goku never got there.
"What's the idea, trying to kill me?" she shouted at poor Goku. Goku, rather than reacting, cowered as Beckie yelled at him. A single sweatdrop rolled down his cheek and dropped off his chin.
"Um, no, sorry!" The world's strongest fighter rubbed the back of his neck in awkward embarrassment.
"That still doesn't excuse it!"
"You don't argue with Beckie," ZestyGnome remarked, surveying the scene. And what an interesting scene it was, with what was probably the most powerful person on Earth getting verbally assaulted by a fourteen-year- old girl.
"No, you don't," seconded Owlie-chan, tapping her foot on the floor a few times for effect. Crystal Arrow merely shook her head in despair, her thumb and index finger at her temples. Tashachu looked upon the scene with raised eyebrows. Alice was looking for a way out. ZestyGnome and Owlie continued to stand where they were.
"I don't know who you are, I'm still trying to figure that out." Goku tried in vain to defend himself against Beckie's onslaught.
"I don't care. No one, not even an Anime freak like you, runs me over and lives to tell the tale."
Crystal Arrow finally had enough. She charged between Goku and Beckie, and shouted, "If both of you don't stop right now, I'll just have to hit the two of you!"
Chi-chi, at the very mention of threatened violence, became violent herself. "No one, young lady, uses or threatens to use violence in my house! Do I have to find you counseling as well?" Crystal Arrow rolled her eyes, and turned to Tashachu and Owlie-chan.
"You know what? She sounds just like a teacher or something." Tashachu nodded in agreement. Owlie-chan said nothing and just stared at the wall.
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Next Time on DBJDI: It's lunchtime for Raditz, but, unfortunately, things don't go entirely according to plan. With Raditz having cursing fits and tiny problems with his attire, it doesn't look like our inter-dimensional travelers will get home any time soon!
Chapter 2: Just a Small Problem.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ. I don't own any of my friends. I'm not even sure if I own myself.
Last time on Dragonball JDI: A bunch of kids, including the author, ended in the midst of Raditz and Goku's fight. After saving one of them (the author) from being killed by Raditz, Goku promised to help them return to their own world. Goku took Gohan back home, leaving Piccolo to keep an eye on things. Raditz, however, attacked the little group of teenagers, who were saved when Piccolo sat on Raditz! How much longer can Piccolo (or Raditz) put up with this?
The Nimbus cloud screeched to a halt outside the front door, and Goku, still holding Gohan, leapt off, yelling "Chi-chi, I'm home!" However, he got a rather nasty surprise.
Chi-chi came marching out the door, holding a ladle in one hand, hands on her hips. "Goku, just where were you all this time? I've been waiting here for two hours! Gohan has to go to school tomorrow! And don't whine at me if the rice is overdone!"
Goku took all of this with the usual passiveness. He had learned a long time ago that it was best not to argue. Sighing, he lifted Gohan from his shoulders, and told Chi-chi his plans for the afternoon: "I have to leave now, Chi-chi, and I'm not sure when I'll be back." He turned to Gohan and added "Go on inside and have some lunch, Gohan."
"Goku! What is so important that you just HAVE to avoid me?"
"It'll take a long time to explain, but I'll try. See, this bunch of teenage girls just.I don't know, landed here from another dimension, and I told them I'd try to get them back home."
And then Chi-chi did a very amazing thing, at least, from Goku's perspective, to be doing in this situation: She laughed. "Yes, I'm sure you did." Then she suddenly stopped. "Very funny, Goku. Now, you get in there and eat lunch, and you are staying in this house."
Goku sighed. This was not going the way he wanted it to. "Chi-chi, I'm serious. Ask Gohan if you don't believe me."
And, much to Goku's chagrin, his wife rounded on Gohan. "Is this true, Gohan?" Gohan nodded. "See? I told you!"
"And just what did you give him to make him say this?"
Gohan answered for his father. "Nothing, mom. He didn't give me anything. I guess someone was screwing around with the space-time continuum, and-"
He never got further than the "and." He quailed under the furious look his mother was giving him. "And just where did you learn this language, young man?" she asked.
Gohan stared at the floor. "Those girls," he answered simply.
Apparently, Chi-chi was satisfied with this answer. "I'll believe that, since I know your father wouldn't use that sort of language. But, just for using it, after you've finished your lunch, you'll go and stay in your room until dinnertime. And I want you to study! Understand?" Gohan nodded. Then, she rounded on Goku. "And as for you, you're not going anywhere! Regardless of what happens to these kids of whom you speak, you're staying here!"
"B-but Chi-chi-"
"Be quiet, Goku. Now, get in there and eat your lunch, then go do something useful."
Meekly, Goku followed his wife into the house, where he sat at the table, and tried to think of something to do about his current predicament. However, his train of thought was derailed when Chi-chi set a massive bowl of slightly overcooked rice in front of him. The fact that the rice was overcooked did not seem to worry him. He merely shoveled it into his mouth, pausing only to gulp water from the glass nearby. Across the table, Gohan was doing a very similar thing. Chi-chi observed the proceedings with satisfaction, knowing that while there was food on the table, nothing would happen, and left the room.
Goku saw his chance. Shoveling the last of his rice into his mouth, he leapt up from the table as quietly as he could, and padded to the door. He shot one last look at Gohan, pressing his finger to his lips in a signal to be quiet, left almost silently. However, he didn't shut the door almost silently.
Chi-chi heard the door slam, and she was off like a bullet from a gun. She raced down the stairs, tripping over the hem of her skirt as she ran. Tearing open the door, she stepped into the blazing sunlight. By the time she got there, however, her husband was well on his way. She screamed up to him. "Goku! Get back here now!"
Goku simply waved, and called back, "Sorry, but I can't! I'm a man of my word, Chi-chi, you should know that by now! I promised to get them home, and I won't come back here until I get them back!" Chi-chi sighed, and then called "Be careful, Goku!"
Goku, however, didn't hear her. The little golden cloud spirited him towards Piccolo, Raditz and those weird kids. Cold winds played with his hair, lifting it upwards as they tried to pull it from his scalp. However cold the winds were, he didn't notice, the cold countered by the blazing heat from the sun. Goku found himself yawning, in spite of himself. He slapped himself in the face a few times. "What am I doing?" he asked himself aloud. "For all I know, those kids are in mortal danger, and Piccolo is about to go crazy, and here I am dozing off!"
For all he knows.
"Get off me, you big green freak!" Raditz grunted, his voice muffled because his face was buried in the ground. "You're messing up my hair!" Piccolo elbowed him in the ribs to get him to shut up.
"Do you think I'm enjoying this?" he asked. He was sitting on Raditz's back, picking dirt and sand from underneath his nails. "If I had my choice, I'd be beating the crap out of both you and your brother, but instead I end up babysitting a bunch of silly little girls and-" He was suddenly cut off by a large clump of grass and soil that hit him in the face. "What the-?"
"Well thrown, Tashachu!" one of his charges exclaimed.
"We're not a 'bunch of silly little girls,' Piccolo!" Tashachu shouted. "We happen to be highly intelligent."
"You don't seem wonderfully intelligent," the Namek snapped, wiping dirt from his face with his arm. "and how in the name of Kami do you know my name?"
"Ever seen Dragonball Z?" Tashachu retorted.
"Tashachu," Crystal Arrow (formerly Crystal Suranu) muttered through clenched teeth, elbowing her friend in the ribs. "Ix-nay on-ay e-thay 'eBZ- day."
"Wha? I don't know Pig Latin."
Crystal Arrow sighed. "He doesn't know about Dragonball Z, remember?"
"Oh." Then, to Piccolo: "I don't know, just don't ask!"
Piccolo heaved a heavy sigh of his own. Today, he thought, was not worth getting out of bed for. "They're all crazy," he said to the world in general, and looked up at the sky, inwardly wishing that Goku would get over here sometime like now.
Back with the "bunch of silly little girls," things were going average-ly. Owlie-chan had somehow produced a deck of playing cards from her pocket, and was playing solitaire. ZestyGnome wasn't doing much of anything in particular, Solarcite was watching Owlie-chan drive herself crazy, and Tashachu and Crystal Arrow were arguing about DBZ in general. Owlie-chan stopped playing to listen to the argument:
"We're here, so why are you trying to explain all this stuff to me?"
"Uh, Tashachu, we sort of changed everything when we ended up here. If we weren't here, Raditz would be beating the crap out of Goku and Piccolo. As it is, Piccolo is sitting on Raditz, and Goku is God knows where."
Owlie-chan interrupted. "She's got a point there. What the heck are the Frieza saga or the Buu saga going to turn into? We've kinda changed the future here."
Back on the Cloud.
"Come on, Nimbus!" Goku shouted at the cloud, his voice rising with impatience. "What are you doing? I need to get there, otherwise Piccolo's going to have a nervous breakdown!" Strange images crossed his mind of the girls putting ribbons on Piccolo's antennae. He shook his head in an attempt to clear them. "Either that or they're dead," he muttered, rolling his eyes to the empty sky above. Through the white fleece of the clouds below him, he caught sight of Piccolo, or, rather, the top of Piccolo's head. "There they are!" he exclaimed. "Down there, Nimbus!"
The little cloud dove through the air, and coasted to a stop just behind Piccolo's head. "Hey, Piccolo!" its rider called, nearly giving his addressee a heart attack.
"What the-oh, Goku."
"Aren't you glad I'm back?"
"Humph. Now that you're here, can I get off him?" Piccolo pointed to what Goku had thought was a rock. It was Raditz.
"Um, why are you sitting on him in the first place?" Something struck him. "Piccolo! Honestly! That is nasty!" Piccolo gave him a very nasty, but also very shocked look.
"It's not what you think it is, trust me."
Goku jumped off the Nimbus, which flew away. He rolled his eyes at Piccolo. "Whatever," he shrugged. "Now what?"
Piccolo performed an interesting feat, jumping off Raditz's back and putting his foot back on, pressing his weight onto the Saiyan lying in the dust to stop him getting up. "First," he answered. "We deal with this piece of crap."
Raditz made a futile attempt to get up. "Watch what you call me, green boy!" Piccolo merely put his full weight on Raditz, and kicked him with the other foot. "Yo mama!" the unfortunate Saiyan managed to spit, turning his head towards Piccolo. Piccolo looked at him and blinked.
"You dissin' my mama? Well, I got a piece of news for you, boy: I ain't got no mama!"
The inter-dimensional travelers blinked at the proceedings. "Well, this is new," remarked Owlie-chan. The others could only nod in assent, transfixed as they were by the oddness of the scene unfolding before them. It was silent for a while, and the only thing that could be heard was Raditz and Piccolo's cursing. ZestyGnome broke the silence.
"Well, this is, uh, interesting."
Alice looked at her like she was insane. "You think people running around talking like that and swearing is interesting?"
"Actually, yeah."
Solarcite interrupted. "Alice, she's being sarcastic."
Alice rolled her eyes. "Sorry, but I'm seriously getting scared here. How are we going home?"
"That's the point," Crystal Arrow explained. "We can't get home, apparently because of someone screwing around with the space-time continuum, and knowing Goku, it doesn't look like the space-time continuum's going to get unscrewed. We're stuck here. Unless," she added sarcastically. "Gohan comes up with some miracle equation."
"You never know," Tashachu piped optimistically.
"Tashachu, this is Goku's brain-dead son we're talking about here. Do you really think some really stupid four-year-old brat is going to get us anywhere, let alone back to our own dimension?"
Tashachu apparently had no answer for this, as she kept silent. "Just as I thought," Crystal Arrow sighed, rolling her eyes. Tashachu blinked indignantly.
Meanwhile, Goku was trying to separate Raditz and Piccolo, who were cursing each other's ancestry and trying to rip each other's faces off. "Okay, you two, break it up, we've got a job to do."
Both Raditz and Piccolo spun around and looked at Goku like he was crazy. "HE TRIED TO KILL ME!" they shouted, pointing accusing fingers at each other. Then they returned to their previous activity, which consisted of trying to kill each other.
Goku rolled his eyes. He had no time for this. "Look, we said we'd help them, we're going to help them."
"SCREW THEM!" Raditz yelled. Unfortunately for him, Tashachu heard it. Ten seconds later, a clump of dirt held together by grass roots hit him full in the face, followed by another three, which hit him in the chest and stomach. "What the heck was that?" he asked the world in general, letting go of Piccolo's antennae to brush himself off. Goku surveyed his brother amusedly.
"Um, this is just a suggestion, but I wouldn't say anything like that again if I were you."
"Shut up, Kakkorot," Raditz snapped. "What do you know? I'm betting all you do is stay at home with your precious little family and do push- ups." Goku bristled.
"Grrr.Raditz, I don't know what's wrong with you, but stop! We need to work together to get them out of here, and I'm sure you'd like to get out of here!" It was then that he felt someone poke him in the back. He whirled around to find Owlie-chan standing behind him.
"Er, maybe he's hungry," she suggested meekly.
Twenty Minutes Later.
"Chi-chi! Open the door!" Goku found himself locked out of his own house. He was banging on the door for all he was worth-without breaking it- and fervently hoping that Piccolo could restrain Raditz, at least until his wife opened the door.
"Is that you, Goku?" Chi-chi's voice came from within. "Did you return those supposed kids to their own dimension?"
"No," Goku called in response. "They're out here with me." The door opened, and Chi-chi's face poked out through the crack. "Chi-chi, I need to ask you a question."
"What?"
"Do we have any rice left?" "Just a minute." Chi-chi disappeared, her footsteps echoing down the hallway to the kitchen. She returned quickly. "Just enough for two bowls. Why?"
"Because I've got an uninvited relative of mine out here. If he eats as much as I do, we'll need some more," he mumbled.
Chi-chi groaned. "And do those teenagers want anything to eat?" Goku looked over his shoulder, asking them if they were hungry.
"No, not really. We were in second bell when we ended up here, so we only ate breakfast a little while ago," Beckie answered for everyone
"Um, okay. Piccolo, what about you?"
"I'm-stop squirming!-fine."
Goku turned back to Ch-chi. "Everyone else is fine."
Chi-chi opened the door and ushered everyone inside. However, she stopped Raditz, digging the handle of a broom into his chest. "Who's this?" she asked irritably. Goku looked at who she was pointing at.
"Oh, that's Raditz, the uninvited relative."
"And just what is his relation to you?"
"He's my brother."
Chi-chi slowly took the broom out of Raditz's chest, much to his relief. "Could you move?" came a harsh voice from behind Raditz. Chi-chi looked over her brother-in-law's shoulder to see Piccolo holding him by the hair, and screamed. "What?" Piccolo asked. "Am I that ugly?" He blinked twice and looked down at Raditz. "Don't you say a word," he said in a deadly whisper, grabbing Raditz's arm and twisting it.
"Ow! Ow! I didn't do anything! Ow! You're hurting me!" The would- be conqueror was bawling like a toddler.
"Would you shut up?" Piccolo barked. Raditz's whining went through a dramatic decrescendo until it ceased all together. "That's better," he muttered, and marched Raditz into the kitchen, where he threw him into a chair.
Goku heard his wife scream. He came rushing out of the kitchen and down the hall to see what was going on, and ran over Beckie on the way there. However, Goku never got there.
"What's the idea, trying to kill me?" she shouted at poor Goku. Goku, rather than reacting, cowered as Beckie yelled at him. A single sweatdrop rolled down his cheek and dropped off his chin.
"Um, no, sorry!" The world's strongest fighter rubbed the back of his neck in awkward embarrassment.
"That still doesn't excuse it!"
"You don't argue with Beckie," ZestyGnome remarked, surveying the scene. And what an interesting scene it was, with what was probably the most powerful person on Earth getting verbally assaulted by a fourteen-year- old girl.
"No, you don't," seconded Owlie-chan, tapping her foot on the floor a few times for effect. Crystal Arrow merely shook her head in despair, her thumb and index finger at her temples. Tashachu looked upon the scene with raised eyebrows. Alice was looking for a way out. ZestyGnome and Owlie continued to stand where they were.
"I don't know who you are, I'm still trying to figure that out." Goku tried in vain to defend himself against Beckie's onslaught.
"I don't care. No one, not even an Anime freak like you, runs me over and lives to tell the tale."
Crystal Arrow finally had enough. She charged between Goku and Beckie, and shouted, "If both of you don't stop right now, I'll just have to hit the two of you!"
Chi-chi, at the very mention of threatened violence, became violent herself. "No one, young lady, uses or threatens to use violence in my house! Do I have to find you counseling as well?" Crystal Arrow rolled her eyes, and turned to Tashachu and Owlie-chan.
"You know what? She sounds just like a teacher or something." Tashachu nodded in agreement. Owlie-chan said nothing and just stared at the wall.
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Next Time on DBJDI: It's lunchtime for Raditz, but, unfortunately, things don't go entirely according to plan. With Raditz having cursing fits and tiny problems with his attire, it doesn't look like our inter-dimensional travelers will get home any time soon!
