(Authoress Notes: - Sorry, I just CAN'T resist a good A/N insert!! ^_^** Just like to say, that the first chapter was made by Chestnut Wind, AKA Molly, and this chapter is made by me, Kittioto! WITH the approval of Chestnut Wind, that is. Alsoooo, "DragonBall M and M" stands for Molly and Megs, or something to that affect, in case you haven't figured that out. ^_^** So yeah, anyway, wanted to say that!! Oh, AND, for the love of cheese and crackers: REVIEW! I'm begging you, people!)
Chapter 2: And so it continues!
The green tyrant Piccolo shoved off Molly's glare for the moment, finding it pretty amusing… all things considered.
Megan, still hunched over the bushes, took advantage of the wet cloth and wiped her mouth.
Molly continued to simply glare at Piccolo until a fine idea entered her mind.
"Wait a second… where's the other Z fighters?" Looking quizzically up at the tall Namek, she raised a fine eyebrow.
"… What do you mean?"
"You know! Goku, Vegeta, Krillin… Trunks…" Not on purpose, the slender blonde put a little emphasis on 'Trunks'.
Piccolo raised an eye-ridge. "What's it to you?"
All of a sudden Megan sprung up, evidently healthy once more and raised her hand. "Oh, I KNOW, I KNOW! 'Cause Molly's in love wi—"
Before another word was uttered, Molly clamped a hand over the brunette's mouth, glaring at her a little, and looked back over to Piccolo with a small sweatdrop forming on her forehead.
"… In love with uh… PEOPLE. I love people. Don't I, Megan?"
Megan quirked an eyebrow and nodded slowly. Molly let go.
Piccolo looked at them both strangely and nodded just a bit. "… Right… they're around."
"Could you… take me to them?" Molly's amazingly anime-looking eyes set into affect, with the poise in her voice JUST enough to tip most people over the edge and say 'Sure, why not!'.
But PICCOLO!?
"No way, Blondie."
"WHAT!??" 'Blondie' shrieked at the Namek. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T TAKE ME!?"
"Whoa, Molly, calm down!" Megan piped up, in mortal fear of her life AND Piccolo's ears.
"He was kidding! Right Piccolo… !? Please say you were kidding…"
Piccolo seemed to be laughing on the inside judging by his evil smirk at the moment, but nodded in spite of himself.
"Right." Folding his arms, his smirk seemed to grow just a bit more as he took notice of exactly how high Molly's ki had gone up when she was mad.
"It wasn't FUNNY!" Molly scowled at him again, but she calmed down a little anyway.
Megan took a huge sigh of relief.
"Good! When does the ship leave?"
"I am not a ship." Piccolo remarked quite bluntly.
Meg cowered just a little bit at the powerful voice. "Oh… yeah… sorry Mr. Piccolo…"
"I'm ready to go NOW!" Molly, as enthusiastic as ever, seemed to be jumping out of her shoes.
He rolled his eyes at the two teenagers. "Fine."
Piccolo then proceeded to grab Molly by the ankle, and Megan by the wrist at lightening-fast speed.
"ACK!" They both hollered surprised in unison as they were lifted off the ground by a giant green man from outer-space. (Not to mention their favorite TV show!)
"YOU COULD HAVE GRABBED MY WRIST TOO, YA KNOW!!" Molly hollered from behind, being dragged by the foot through the air.
"Quiet down back there!" Piccolo bellowed back, and sped up.
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Megan, on the other hand, was pretty happy with her situation.
*I'm being dragged through the air by the hand by PICCOLO!* She thought dreamily, gazing at his features. *Sheesh, what's next, do I get the Noble Peace Prize, too?*
"I heard that." Piccolo said, much to Megan's surprise, staring down at her with his usual un-readable expression.
"You can read my thoughts!?"
"Minds are easy to read when they fly open to you."
Megan blushed in response and looked away. *…Oops.*
With a faint smirk, Piccolo looked back ahead of him. "We're almost there, BLONDIE."
"GOOD! This is rather uncomfortable, you know! It's a REALLY good thing I'm not wearing a skirt or something!"
Piccolo looked confused by the remark, but paid no further attention to it as he put on another burst of speed, dashing towards the ground and a VERY large building.
"AH!" Molly yapped from behind, "Slow down, pulleeaaase!"
"We're landing, keep quiet!"
"Jerk…"
"I heard that, too!"
Megan chuckled from the other side of Piccolo.
"Sure, you can laugh! At least you're not UPSIDE DOWN."
Megan then promptly shut up.
Finally, like five years had just blown by, the two teenagers and one alien landed securely on the ground. In Japan. In front of a rather large building and an amazingly attractive… purple-haired… boy.
(TO BE CONTINUED…)
(A/N: Heehee… REVIEW. Funny little button at the bottom.)
Chapter 2: And so it continues!
The green tyrant Piccolo shoved off Molly's glare for the moment, finding it pretty amusing… all things considered.
Megan, still hunched over the bushes, took advantage of the wet cloth and wiped her mouth.
Molly continued to simply glare at Piccolo until a fine idea entered her mind.
"Wait a second… where's the other Z fighters?" Looking quizzically up at the tall Namek, she raised a fine eyebrow.
"… What do you mean?"
"You know! Goku, Vegeta, Krillin… Trunks…" Not on purpose, the slender blonde put a little emphasis on 'Trunks'.
Piccolo raised an eye-ridge. "What's it to you?"
All of a sudden Megan sprung up, evidently healthy once more and raised her hand. "Oh, I KNOW, I KNOW! 'Cause Molly's in love wi—"
Before another word was uttered, Molly clamped a hand over the brunette's mouth, glaring at her a little, and looked back over to Piccolo with a small sweatdrop forming on her forehead.
"… In love with uh… PEOPLE. I love people. Don't I, Megan?"
Megan quirked an eyebrow and nodded slowly. Molly let go.
Piccolo looked at them both strangely and nodded just a bit. "… Right… they're around."
"Could you… take me to them?" Molly's amazingly anime-looking eyes set into affect, with the poise in her voice JUST enough to tip most people over the edge and say 'Sure, why not!'.
But PICCOLO!?
"No way, Blondie."
"WHAT!??" 'Blondie' shrieked at the Namek. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T TAKE ME!?"
"Whoa, Molly, calm down!" Megan piped up, in mortal fear of her life AND Piccolo's ears.
"He was kidding! Right Piccolo… !? Please say you were kidding…"
Piccolo seemed to be laughing on the inside judging by his evil smirk at the moment, but nodded in spite of himself.
"Right." Folding his arms, his smirk seemed to grow just a bit more as he took notice of exactly how high Molly's ki had gone up when she was mad.
"It wasn't FUNNY!" Molly scowled at him again, but she calmed down a little anyway.
Megan took a huge sigh of relief.
"Good! When does the ship leave?"
"I am not a ship." Piccolo remarked quite bluntly.
Meg cowered just a little bit at the powerful voice. "Oh… yeah… sorry Mr. Piccolo…"
"I'm ready to go NOW!" Molly, as enthusiastic as ever, seemed to be jumping out of her shoes.
He rolled his eyes at the two teenagers. "Fine."
Piccolo then proceeded to grab Molly by the ankle, and Megan by the wrist at lightening-fast speed.
"ACK!" They both hollered surprised in unison as they were lifted off the ground by a giant green man from outer-space. (Not to mention their favorite TV show!)
"YOU COULD HAVE GRABBED MY WRIST TOO, YA KNOW!!" Molly hollered from behind, being dragged by the foot through the air.
"Quiet down back there!" Piccolo bellowed back, and sped up.
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Megan, on the other hand, was pretty happy with her situation.
*I'm being dragged through the air by the hand by PICCOLO!* She thought dreamily, gazing at his features. *Sheesh, what's next, do I get the Noble Peace Prize, too?*
"I heard that." Piccolo said, much to Megan's surprise, staring down at her with his usual un-readable expression.
"You can read my thoughts!?"
"Minds are easy to read when they fly open to you."
Megan blushed in response and looked away. *…Oops.*
With a faint smirk, Piccolo looked back ahead of him. "We're almost there, BLONDIE."
"GOOD! This is rather uncomfortable, you know! It's a REALLY good thing I'm not wearing a skirt or something!"
Piccolo looked confused by the remark, but paid no further attention to it as he put on another burst of speed, dashing towards the ground and a VERY large building.
"AH!" Molly yapped from behind, "Slow down, pulleeaaase!"
"We're landing, keep quiet!"
"Jerk…"
"I heard that, too!"
Megan chuckled from the other side of Piccolo.
"Sure, you can laugh! At least you're not UPSIDE DOWN."
Megan then promptly shut up.
Finally, like five years had just blown by, the two teenagers and one alien landed securely on the ground. In Japan. In front of a rather large building and an amazingly attractive… purple-haired… boy.
(TO BE CONTINUED…)
(A/N: Heehee… REVIEW. Funny little button at the bottom.)