Darrslaggit!

Here I am, sitting 'round doing assignment work, while Jay's busily typing the next part of the fic.

(Rolls thirty-page assignment into ball, throws it into bin, cracks knuckles, leans back in chair dramatically)

I AIN'T GONNA STAND FOR THIS!!!

Heh heh, it just goes to show that fic writing 'is' more important than alg-calc.

Anyway, on with the show.

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Disclaimer: No one set up us the ball, so we don't own DBZ yet.
Unfortunately, the only monkeys we could get were smoking monkeys; it's costing us a fortune to feed 1,000 pack-a-day addicts.

 So, we're gonna have to go to plan B; using uni students in place of the monkeys, the quality in the fic's ain't gonna be as good as with monkeys, but that's the price you pay.

BTW. We've been getting heaps of questions about the title, so I thought that I'd better explain.

It all started 5 years ago (slag, not another flashback…) when DBZ first aired here in OZ, and myself and a few friends came up with the joke that Radditz would take 20 eps to tye his shoes, then Goku would do the same. Another 30 eps each would then be spent each for them to adjus their spandex, before finally settling down to fight.

As you can see, the idea has beee adapted a bit for the fic, but don't worry, it'll all resolve itself in the end (whenever 'that' is)

Radditz narrowly dodged the ki blasts, but the second one just burnt the end of Radditz' hair.

"Damn, now I'm gonna have to get it washed again"

Suddenly, Chi Chi runs out with a pair of bazookas.

"Where's my son you monster??"

Radditz sweatdrops, before looking to Goku, who has his finger pressed up to his nose, and is going crosseyed trying to focus on it.

Piccolo clips Goku over the back of the head, before taking a fighting stance.

Suddenly, Goku poked himself in the eye, snapping him back to attention.

"Wait a minute guys, why are we fighting??"

"Because a) Radditz is trying to take over the world, and b) id't what we're payed for."

"No no, I mean that this s supposed to be DragonballZ, we shouldn't fight for another forty episodes at least."

"Oh yeah."

"So, what are we gonna do in the meantime??"

Radditz stepped forward, "I propose that we all go back to kame house and get Chi Chi to cook us some toasted cheese sandwiches."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"By the way dear brother, what did you do with my son?"

"Don't worry, he won't starve."

Elsewhere on earth…

"Stupid sayan, locking me in this spacecraft without even widing the window down, and does he really expect me to eat this stuff??"

Gohan looked from the dripping appley mess, which was beginning to turn to cider on the wall, and back to the ten-kilo bag of kibble that his uncle so caringly left him.

"Ah well, I guess that it's better than nothing, but he'd better bring me back loads of sugar."

Gohan took another look at the bag of dogfood, before diving into it headfirst.

Well folks, that's all for now, sorry to write so little after so long, but the two months of exams and 2 weeks of holidays have left us without any thoughts whatsoever.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

"Shut up you."

Remember, reviews give insite, insite gives thoughts, thoughts give concepts, and concepts lead to much head scratching and time wasting, which finally results in action.

So give us heaps of reviews, or we'll set the monkeys on you. (Jay wanted flying monkeys, but the research isn't completed yet, so we'll have to suffice with bats duct-taped to the backs of monkeys)