A/N: Sixth chapter revamped.
No, things did NOT look good for those on the lookout. But how exactly would they appear from higher up. Perhaps we could see this from an air- car's point of view. Yeah, that little dot that's been moving against the blue background we've been staring at for two long sentences.
So high up in the air, even higher than the lookout, is the air-car that looks less like a dot the closer we get to it. So the closer we get, the more we see the lil' orange ball inside the dot of an air-car. And as we get even closer, the orange ball turns into an orange ball with a pudgy something of a face and black shaggy hair.
This orange ball of blubber with a pudgy something of a face and black shaggy hair was the Marital Arts trainer known as Major Obi.
No wait a minute, it's not that. It's Minor Obi. No, not that either. Perhaps Fatty-Obi. No, no that wasn't it.
Bo: Did they call him B-rad?
Sea: Mali-booty.
O2: Hey, what happened to Trowa?
Sea: likes cigarette Don't know, we think you did away with him. Then to compensate for the Muse loss, decided to create us from the depths of hell.
Bo: I thought we came from the inner workings of her mind.
O2: blinks
Sea: rolls eyes
Bo: No. Did they call him Orgy?
O2: Major Orgy?
Sea: That was the pig.
O2: No, that's Oolong.
Sea: Believe it or not folks, neither one of them is blonde.
O2: I just remembered something.
Bo: What is it?
O2: Sea's a character from this fic.
Sea: Dear Kami she figured it out.
O2: glares I knew you'd come back.
Bo: So Orgy was actually Oolong, so the obese one is Yamertoe?
O2: changes stare No, I think they called him Yajerobi, but I don't think it's spelled right.
Sea: Who cares.
Bo: Wasn't Sonja the one who said Miroku was hott?
O2: What about Fluffy? pouts
Sea: Okay listen honey, why don't you finish the chapter and then we'll talk about who's hott or not.
O2: shrugs Whatever.
Okay then, let's try this again.
Yajerobi was always one for logical sense, and the threat of danger. He was helpful too, just not when it involved his life. Some would prefer to call him a coward, but he knew better. He felt that he was different. He was the cautious one. So while everyone was willing to go out and get their butts burned, he'd think ahead, and perhaps smarter if you will, and not go at all.
But all logic seemed to die as he spotted a ball of blue stuff just out of sight of the Lookout.
And then there was the small fact that the Lookout, within its circumference area, happened to be covered in water, seemed to bury that same logic six feet under.
Even though Yajerobi was the cautious one, curiosity always seemed to get the best of him.
So, as it killed the cat, it just might kill him.
But he never heard these words. He never heard the words that warned him from a sub-conscious space.
The little air-car took a steep turn upwards, headed in the direction of the blue ball of stuff.
Well that blue ball of stuff turned into quite an amazing figure. As a matter of fact, he'd never seen anything like it.
But there was a lesson to be learned here; when sneaking up on someone, the point is to never get caught.
Unfortunately for Yajerobi, he just never learned that lesson.
(We now enter Pickle-vision)
laughs
Nail: Piiiiiiiiiiccollloooooooooooooo!
Piccolo: growling What.
Nail: You do realize we're underwater, don't you?
Piccolo: growls
Kami: So, uh, you plan on getting any air anytime soon?
Piccolo: hisses No.
Kami: shrieks I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!
Piccolo: You're point being?
Kami: starts crying
Nail: Is it possible to get your brain wet? giggles
Piccolo: Your brain's already wet dumba.
Kami: wails
Nail: So let me get this straight, you'd rather spend an eternity in hell with us than go up for air.
Piccolo: o.O
Kami: sniffles
Piccolo: You guys are going to hell?
Nail: Well. Um. Kami, would you answer that? Please.
Kami: takes ragged breath
Piccolo: grumbles Yes.
Kami: Well, um. You see, er, Piccolo.
Piccolo: growls
Kami: deep breath Popowasn'ttheonlyonethatwentthroughrehab.
Piccolo: o.O
Nail: Uh. Yeah. mumbles I think.
Kami: NailandInevergotcaught.
Piccolo: Screw it. I feel my lungs on fire. See ya.
After the initial shock of being flooded by a tidal wave in mid air wore off, Gohan decide he should surface before he drowned. So seeing the light above, and the fact that he was standing on the tile floor, he pushed off for the surface. Propelling himself with his ki.
Cold air met his wet head, and he shook his spiked hair with vengeance.
Videl was going to kill him.
His mother was going to kill him.
And in just WHAT law of physics allowed for a tidal wave in mid-air? Hum? It was illegal! It wasn't possible!
Of course neither was flying, shooting ki balls, being left in the wilderness alone with dinosaurs and nothing but your survival skills, flying to a planet populated by giant green men with no females to find balls that you can wish on, fighting a short pink gay lizard that wore lipstick just to save your life and having said planet blow up. Of course you wouldn't want to forget the bubble gum creature that was stronger than you and your friends combined turn people into candy, eat them, and then turn good!
But never mind that no hum! No sense in saying anything, right?
Yeah.
Gohan looked up, just to see his mentor floating casually in mid-air.
God he envied people.
The delicate hand drummed slim fingers in the same place as they'd made small craters in the wood.
Of course listening to drunken Kami's singing whatever they could for the past four hours would do that to you.
The worst part had been the spandex.
She knew Saiyans wore them, but, that had been just creepy. And it didn't help that they had those freakin barriers of theirs' up. Yeah, so pretty much she'd done nothing but sit here and wonder when they'd just pass out.
The music to 'Stayin Alive' died down as an out of breath Dende proceeded to lean forward just a little too much.
The she-kat proceeded to get up in the process. A sigh a relief coming from her rather loudly. Maybe she could finally finish her job.
But to her horror, in a puff of smoke, the Kami Namekian changed into white bell-bottoms, white open shirt, and a black white-man's Afro with side burns.
And the music started again.
The watery woman turned around to face him, making Yajerobi slam on his brake petal. But he slammed a little too hard, since there was a cracking sound. The white man with the pudgy something of a face and black shaggy hair gasped at the thoughts that crossed his mind.
He didn't like heading straight on into a water woman with no brakes. Especially with that look she was giving him, that wet look.
He took a deep breath.
Oh how he wished Dende would save him just this once. He'd never stuff the last piece of pie in his mouth while no one was looking if the Namek did. He'd never go over to Bulma's with pretend news and force her to feed him. He'd never.
It was then he realized he never hit anyone, or thing. Or the woman for that matter. He opened one eye slowly, coming face to face with his windshield. Looking straight, he saw the lady floating there as he saw her before.
Only this time the look was weirder.
Just where had he seen it before?
"Why hello there."
His eyes widened when he heard her watery, echo like voice. Was she being, flirtatious?
He gulped again.
The woman sauntered over to him, walking on air. To his shock of course.
Her wet hand grabbed his chin. How he wasn't sure, but his shirt was getting soaked.
"You're rather cute."
And was again, Yajerobi was one that never learned that lesson.
I like Shaggy, I like his voice, and I like his songs. So there fore this was meant as no insult to Shaggy.
