A/N: Fourth chapter is now revamped. I will continue this tedious workload. As usual, standard disclaimer applies.

Gohan rubbed the back of his neck, wincing at the tale that'd just been told to him.

But he always wondered.

Why did he always miss the good stuff?

(A/N: YEAH! It's the return of the author's notes. Question for the Gohan teenyboppers, is he a homo or a pervert? dodges nuclear bombs)

He watched as his mentor shuddered slightly.

Could he blame him?

"Geez, the only one who touches me like that is Videl."

My minty fresh, er, man cracked an eye open.

"Gohan."

He knew that tone of voice.

"Uh, yeah."

He stood up straight, hands to his sides, and staring at the floor.

"Shut-up."

Gohan winced again.

He didn't tell me everything.

Celery boy (A/N: heehee I like that name) began to fidget, his eyes wide. Apparently quite disturbed.

"Well…"

Gohan trailed off. This was one thing he couldn't assist on. And he had to admit, he was slightly jealous. (A/N: evil mechanical laughter looks dodges more bombs)

Goku stared profusely at the tile floor that was the lookout. His brows deepened in increasing concentration. His head bowed down, a serious look crossed his face. His eyes were unfocused, slightly dense.

Mr. Popo stood in front of him. Patiently staring at the fighter.

Goku growled.

"So… Difficult…"

The genie stood stalk still.

"Just… One…"

Goku squinted his eyes in distress.

The genie still stood.

The full-blooded Saiyan raised his arms in a power-up stance.

"Pizza or Ice-cream?"

(A/N: HA! Bet I had ya there)

The Supreme Ki repeatedly hit his head on the grand oak desk he was seated behind. His spacious office was crowded to an uncomfortable capacity with those involved with the latest crisis. The strike that currently had repairmen at his house. His eyes quickly darted to right top drawer which held his little bottle of whiskey. Just enough to get him through the day. With a sigh his attention was riveted back to the crowd when his very attractive assistant of Boni nature cleared her throat.

Those around him, standing in various parts of his office, looked on nervously. He really needed a drink. Maybe he could excuse himself to go to his private restroom connected to his office. He had a bottle of tequila in the cabinets somewhere. Oh! Didn't Popo leave some X in a container too?

"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Shin," his assistant's voice said, "but I'm afraid we're running out of replacements.

Grr, there were too many people to get to the bathroom. Maybe he'd call Lunch and have her deliver one of her meals along with his 'special' tea.

His assistant swallowed loudly.

Didn't she know not to bother a god when he was scheming ways to get plastered?

Now why are they all so quiet? Oh, that's right Shin, they're waiting for your answer. Now what was the question?

"DARK!"

The room jumped. Okay, well the room didn't jump but the people in the room did. So it just looked like the room jumped. Or were the earlier swigs he took starting to take affect.

The man of African American nature stepped forward. He was what the ladies considered 'hot'. And the females in the room were currently swooning. Good thing Heeethen wasn't there.

The Supreme Ki lifted his head, a dazed look starting to take effect. He really, really needed a drink now.

"Why?"

Desperation was in his voice. Desperation to get the situation (A/N: HA! I rhymed) done and over with and to get that X and tequila in his system.

"It wasn't in the budget for this year."

Shin looked forlorn. Budget? They had a budget? When did he sign the paperwork for a budget?

A faint memory from several centuries ago resurfaced from somewhere. He really wished how his subconscious did that. He couldn't even remember two hours ago. Now if he had the ability his subconscious had that'd be wonderful. He couldn't get plastered all the time and still function.

Wait, why was everyone staring at him. Was he drooling? Did he have something in his teeth? No, they were waiting for something, but what? Oh! That's right. They wanted an answer. But to what? Wait, didn't he ask Dark a question. Yes, yes he did. Yeah, he did sign a budget contract sometime ago. He'd find the paperwork sometime, somewhere, and go over that. Now what does a budget have to do with while they're all in his office. Wait, he only knew about two of the people in here. Well fine. But they'd all have to get their own tequila, he wasn't sharing.

"Mr. Shin?"

Dark was talking. Or at least his mouth was moving. Hey, it was all Dark's fault. It was all the black guy's fault that he couldn't get to the tequila bottle in his bathroom cabinets. But then again that was probably why the black guy scored more than he did. And he was the Supreme Ki. Now that was just sad. But he'd still black Dark. Oh yes.

"You drove them to insanity."

The man shrugged, not caring. Of course a smug smirked crossed his face when a thump followed.

Crap, which coworker was it this time. The doctor bills for starting to pile up. He hated work related injury paperwork.

"Sour, who's left?"

His assistant swallowed.

The more he looked at her he realized just how pretty she was. His girlfriend was going to kill him if she found out about that thought. Oh himself he needed a drink.

"Well, there's echo33."

Shin cringed visibly. Wow, he'd heard stuff. But she seemed to be able to cement it.

"I guess she'll have to do, send her."

The woman nodded before turning around. Not for the first time since starting this job did she realize she should have followed her mother's advice and become a dental assistant.

Above the lookout, a woman of water origin stood, floated actually, in the air. She seemed to be made of water, her features and body only outlined. At closer observance, her substance rippled down her body like a waterfall. Her face was childlike, her head large, big slanted eyes only outlined. Her nose was small, her mouth non-existent. Straight, spiked hair was outlined in long chunks. Her body that of a woman. Curves were accentuated, her feet nothing but a puddle of water. Several water-like suitcases, only outlined, flowed in the same sense she did.

"Needs work."

Her watered voice echoed through the air, diluting the nothingness around.

(We now enter Pickle-vision)

laughs

Piccolo: Finally.

Nail: Eh, sorry bout…

Kami: Ya know…

Piccolo: Forget it.

Kami: At least…

Nail: You got away…

Piccolo: You're getting annoying.

Kami: You're always…

Nail: Annoyed…

Piccolo: growling noise

Kami: Okay…

Nail: Then…

Piccolo: hisses

Nail: Sheesh, just trying to cheer you up. Ya know, ya try and do something right for a guy and…

Piccolo: S-h-u-t…U-p…

Kami: Gohan worries me.

Piccolo: Not again.

Nail: Hey, ya know, this meditation is really starting to suck.

Piccolo: mumbles Tell me about it…

Kami: Did you say something Piccolo?

Piccolo: Hn…

Nail: Oh, Guess The Anime. I love this. Let me think…

Piccolo: growls

Nail: I KNOW! Uno momento.

Piccolo: Huh.

Kami: You should try and find out what's wrong with him Piccolo.

Nail: GUNDAM WING!

Piccolo: sigh I'm going to kill you.

Nail: WOOHOO! I'm good.

Kami: Perhaps he's having family problems…

Piccolo: By the…

Nail: Err…

Kami: Perhaps he's lacking in something…

Nail: I got it! Sailor Moon.

Kami: Perhaps if I search your memories I can put these clues together.

Piccolo: DON'T TOUCH ME!

Nail: BRAK!

Piccolo: Old man you are a traitor.

Nail: Crap, I know this one…

Piccolo: Nail would you shut-up.

Nail: Another Gundam Wing impression, right?

Piccolo: God, not another one.

Nail: Escaflowne!

Piccolo: sigh

Nail: Don't know that one…

Kami: But Piccolo we must help Gohan.

Gohan watched in slight fascination as his former mentor proceeded to float high in the air. His green brow ridge was creased all the way, giving him a sign of old age and distress.

I wonder what's wrong with him?

The half-breed bent his head, his own brow creased with thought.

Wonder what 'The Gay Dude' did to him.

A change in the amount of light caused the born fighter to look up.

His eyes widened.

A tsunami was headed straight for them.

""Piiiiiccooooollloooooo!"

"But Mr. Popo…"

The full Saiyan's whining continued. Even though the unorthodox genie was getting annoyed, he was sworn not to show it. Man, what he wouldn't give for a hit.

"I'm sorry Goku, only one."

"B-b-but whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…"

Why didn't this guy ever stop? He'd eaten an entire buffet table in half an hour. Didn't his stomach explode. Wait, that wasn't such a bad idea. Get rid of the bozo, everyone's happy, and he could sneak off. Wonder what the Supreme Ki is doing.

"Piccolo ordered it after Dende left."

Goku's eyes widened.

Great, here it comes. The scream, the dramatic poise, couldn't the dimwit come up with anything else. Maybe he could hand the alien off to Heeethen, get a little X in return. Hey, not a bad idea.

"HE DID WHAT!"

The genie only nodded his head. Not like he could voice what he though anyway. After all, when rehab and therapy was over with the old Kami went so far as to hire his own personal life coach. Who was actually one of the ones that stayed in the shadows and attacked you as soon as they thought something was off with you. Oh great, Goku was at it.

Immediately the strongest warrior fell to his knees, his fist hitting the tile floor and breaking it.

Wonderful, doesn't he know I'M the one that has to relay the tile now. The jerk is so inconsiderate.

"HE CAN'T DO THIS!"

Yes he can and he did. Wait, the forecast said not a cloud in the sky. So why did it suddenly get rather dark. Wait, is that a tsunami?

Mr. Popo didn't acknowledge him; his eyes were focused behind the warrior. Shock, confusion, and fear flooded his eyes. Sweat, dripped down his forehead.

Goku, for his part, stopped complaining when he realized a heavy shadow had come over the area. He pondered at the darkened tile below him, ignoring that which he had smashed. Popo would just replace it anyway so it wasn't that big a deal. Then in the briefest of times when it'll click, on him, to look up, he did just that.

His eyes widened to plates.

"Huh!"

A tsunami was headed straight for them.