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Hoshi no Chibi

Who's Chapter is it Anyway?

"Pikkonnnnnnnnnn~!" Goku whined, tapping the green dude 'lightly' on the shoulder, sending him forward a few feet.  "I'm hungrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~!"

"We need to find the West Kai.  And until we do, I'm not going to feed you," Pikkon stated coldly, not even turning back towards the Saiyan.

"That's not faiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~!"

Pikkon sighed, sweatdropping slightly.  Luckily for him, they managed to make it to the Grand Kai's palace rather quickly, with Goku whining the entire way.

Outside, the Grand Kai was polishing his really fancy blue car (the one that King Kai likes), humming a tune in a language Goku didn't understand.

"Grand Kai!" Goku shouted, poking the godly being, "Do you have something to eat?"

The man jumped about 10 feet in the air, staring wide-eyed at him.  Glaring, he shouted, "Didn't I tell you not to sneak up on me?!"

"We have a problem," Pikkon said, flying down next to Goku, "Apparently, the West Kai is terrorizing Earth because he's not happy that I didn't win the competition."

Grand Kai scratched his chin, muttering something incoherent to himself, as Goku wandered off, probably in search of something to fill his stomach.

"What should we do?"

"Someone needs to go to Earth," the 'Big Guy' replied, making sure that the hungry Saiyan didn't decide that his car was some type of alien pastry, "Probably you and Goku."

"GRANDDDDDDDD KAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~!"

Both men sweatdropped as the Grand Kai added, "Very soon."

"How are we going to get there?" Pikkon asked, looking over at Goku from the corner of his eye.  He was just aimlessly wandering.  Then, pointing to the halo over his head, continued, "We are dead."

The Grand Kai snapped his fingers, and the halo above Pikkon's head disappeared.

"You and Goku are temporarily revived.  I'm giving you one week to find the Grand Kai, and stop him."

Crawling over to Pikkon and the godly being, Goku cried, "I'm sooooooooooooo hungry!"

"Son, we have to go save Earth from the West Kai.  We can eat later," Pikkon stated, pointing to his halo-less head.

"Can we eat something first?  I'm gonna diiieeeeeeeeeeee if I don't get anything to eat!"

Grand Kai sighed, rubbing his temples.  Pikkon, however, knew exactly what to say.  "How would you feel if the Earth and all its denizens were destroyed because you were too hungry to save them?"

Goku dropped his head, giving up.  "Okay... Besides," he picked his head up, grinning, "Chi is a great cook!"

He placed two fingers on his forehead, and searched for a familiar ki.  Pikkon touched Goku's arm, and the fighters disappeared to the ki Goku found first.  Gohan.

x.x

"Way to go, girl!" Erasa shouted happily, high five-ing Bra.  Most of the kids had left, but Gohan had convinced his little 'group' to stay, insisting that if they left, they would probably end up with never-ending detention.  Something Chi-Chi's little baby should never get.

Videl rolled her eyes, glaring at the watch around her wrist.  The police men had decided not to call for help the entire day, when all she wanted to do was get away from the strange blue-haired girl.  The crime fighter sighed, staring out the broken window.

Seeing that Bra finally stopped glomping him, Gohan looked over at Videl.  Surprisingly enough, she was wide-eyed, with her jaw hitting the floor.  He turned his attention to where she was looking and, sure enough, everyone's favorite, uber-naïve hero, Son Goku.

Unable to contain his surprise, he shouted, "DAD!"

x.x

"Psst!  Pa- I mean, #2!"

Pan turned towards the whispering Mini-Saiyaman, her head cocked in confusion.  What did he want now?  They were already getting free ice cream...

"What is it, #1?"

Goten took a quick glimpse at the captain policeman, who was twiddling his fingers innocently, not knowing what he was getting himself into.

"Isn't it kinda mean to let this guy buy us food?  I mean, Mommy has a hard enough time feeding us, and she's used to it."

"Listen closely, #1," Pan commanded, pulling him right up into her face, "We've been tracking down criminals and bad-guys all day long.  We deserve some sort of retribution."

"Oh, okay... What's retro- rertri- um... retroinvertion?"

Pan smacked herself mentally, and muttered, "Ice cream.  I'm doing this for the-"

"So retrination is ice cream.  I get it.  Like a science-y term only smart people like Bulma-san know," Goten stated brightly, happy at his recent discovery.

"Sure..."

"Alright 'Kids, here it is," Mr. Captain said, gesturing towards a very inviting store.  The Satan Shoppe of Sweets n' Stuff.  You could literally see the drool hanging out the sides of the kids' mouths.  "Order all you want.  I'll pay for it all."

Goten's moral debate was soon forgotten, as he told the poor ice cream man what he wanted.  Pan grinned besides him, pulling out her own list of sugary delights.  Mr. Captain's eyes widened, as he soon figured out exactly what he had gotten himself into.

x.x

Sharpner, Erasa, and Bra turned towards Gohan, confused looks plastered on their faces.  Videl was, get this, glaring at Gohan.  As if that was something new.

"But I thought you said your dad was dead?" Sharpner asked, confused.

Their little 'clique' walked over to the broken window, finding a man with wild black hair, lying on the ground as if he was dying, and a very, very green man.

"Oh wow, I wonder how much gel is in that guy's hair?  I should ask what he uses," Erasa said, pointing towards Goku, who looked like he was moaning.

"Goku-san!" Bra shouted happily, jumping out the window and flinging her arms around the grounded Saiyan.

Videl hopped right after her, seeing as she wasn't one to be left behind.  Erasa looked over at Sharpner, who was backing slowly away from the window.  Two seconds later, he dashed out of the classroom, crying, "Oh my Kami!  Save me from the aliens!  I don't wanna be probed!"

"I should probably go after him... uh... yeah..." Erasa swiftly following, her shrieks echoing through the hallways.  Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, no one in the other classes even took notice.

Gohan just stood planted to the tiled floor, not moving an inch.  Seeing his father there, lying on the floor in pain, acting as if he was dying...

"DAD!  I'LL SAVE YOU!"

Gohan flew out the window, shoved Bra a good 20 feet away, and began pushing on his heart, thinking that his heart had stopped.  Goku blinked, looking at the teenager who was furiously pounding into his chest.  Even though the demi wasn't trying to hurt Goku, it was still getting on his nerves, and he managed to shove Gohan off.

"I'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyy~!  I'm gonna die if I don't get food soonnnnnnnnn~!" Goku whined, flailing about on the ground like a fish out of water.

Gohan blinked, then fell onto his back.  Same ol' Goku...

"DAD!"

Gohan began squeezing Goku, causing the older one to begin turning blue.

"Why does that man look like Mr. Bardock?" Videl demanded, pointing towards the now-blue Saiyan.  Then, pointing at Pikkon, she added, "And why does he look like that Pickle-guy."

"My name is Pikkon, not Pickle," Pikkon corrected.  "And Son looks like Bardock because Bardock is Son's father.  We visited Bardock and his mate, Sereri, just recently in hell."

Bra scrunched her nose in confusion, muttering, "But Bardock is the P.E. teacher here at OSH.  And he's alive.  For that matter, why are you and Goku-san alive?"

Pikkon looked first at the confused, blue-haired girl, then at the angry, black-haired girl.  He blinked a bit, wondering if he should disclose any information at all to the inhabitants of Earth, so he looked towards Goku for advice.  The poor man was turning a nice shade of purple now, with the teenage still clinging tightly to his torso, so Pikkon just stayed silent.

Videl looked over at the two Sons, with the father still whining about food even with the lack of oxygen he was experiencing.  Deciding that the food craving was a family thing, she said loudly, "If someone answers my questions, I'll buy them as much food as they want."

Gohan released his grip on his father, and Goku jumped right up in front of her face, saliva dripping out the side of his mouth.

Seeing that they were willing to comply, she said, "I'll ask after I feed you two.  Gohan seems to be more open after eating anyway."

Goku nodded, grinning broadly.  Turning toward his son, he said, "You certainly know how to pick a mate, Gohan!  She's absolutely perfect!"

Gohan blushed a bright red, and was about to deny liking Videl completely, but was interrupted by a short man who shouted, "Goku!  You're back!  And Gohan has a girlfriend?!"

Videl glared Goku, for even suggesting that she was similar to those stupid twinky-preps, as Bra said, "Oh wow, Krillin, your hair isn't gray!"

Goku grinned, waving to one of his closest friends.  "We're going to eat out, and Gohan's mate is paying!  Isn't that wonderful?!"

"Da-"

Gohan was cut off by Goku grabbing onto everyone present and teleporting away.

x.x

"And the plot thickens," West Kai grinned to himself, tapping his fingers together.  "Excellent."

"What's a plot, homie g-dog?" Butar asked, tilting his head slightly.

"It's not homie, it's housie!" Jeice exclaimed, thinking he was right.

"Nu-uh!  It's homie!"

"Housie!"

"Homie!"

"You're both wrong," Recoome stated proudly, fist over his chest, "It's horsie!"

The West Kai's right eye began twitching slightly as Guldo entered the verbal sparring match, claiming that the correct word was "harrie".

"Ginyu Gang, attention!" Captain Ginyu shouted, posing.  The four other quickly followed the suit, making the kai slink down in his seat.  The group continued posing for invisible cameras for a few more minutes, until they finally realized that Ginyu was trying to get their attention for something.

"Hey.  Mr. Satan has to attend a special dinner, and so do I.  But I don't meet with the public, as you know, so you five will be going in my place.  And I have no problem sending you to HFIL if you make a mockery of myself."

The Gang gulped, wondering how they would make it two minutes without making some type of wisecrack at Mr. Satan, or posing for their 'loving and loyal fans'.

x.x

Oy vey.  I tried to get this out sooner, I really did, but you know how school is...

Um... this story is finally coming to an end.  It'll be wrapped up soon, as in the next 5, 10 chapters.  Well, that isn't too soon, but I thought you should know.  *sniffs*  That's so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad...

And the Ghetto Ginyu Gang stuff is getting old, so you won't see too much of it anymore.

Adios!