The forbidden chapter
"Kei?" Yuri asked.
"Yes, Yuri?" Kei replied.
"Why are we here?"
"No idea,"
"Where are we?"
"Looks like we got dumped out into space,"
"I can still breathe though,"
"Yes, I know,"
"Fear not!" a lady's voice spoke from behind them.
"What the hell?" Kei is shocked upon looking at the floating cosmos with two arms.
"I was the one who hired you two," the great will said.
"You hired us? You aren't even human!" Yuri replied.
"I'm hurt, well guess what, you aren't alive," she tried not to laugh.
"Hey, wait a minute; you killed us just to talk to us?" Yuri thought aloud.
"Very perceptive, so sorry about that,"
"What?" Kei tried with all her strength to swim over and punch the floating monstrosity
out but with no luck.
"Ah relax, Kei, I will bring you back as long as you accept the mission,"
"What's the mission? You are the great will of the universe, what is there for you to not
be able to do?"
"I want you to kill the author of this fan fic!"
"Say what? He already died!" Yuri crossed her arms.
"He is far more formidable than ever before, I cannot do anything to stop him. He is still mortal and you two can take him out,"
"Alright, Alright, we'll take it," Kei said with a nod. Yuri nodded as well having caught Kei's glance.
"Good, scene change!"
--
Roll theme music!
'say your prayers little one, don't forget my son, to include vrrrrt'
puchu with sign - wrong cd
puchu!?
--
"Yay I'm the writer, I'm in charge, no one can stop me!" the author was seated at a table at a nice restaurant in F city. It was called F-Donalds. Across from him was the heavily gagged and chained down Afro man. Even his afro was locked down with chains and a custom bald cap.
"mmmrrrmrmrmrmrm!" Nabeshin mumbled in anger. A puchu jumped on the table and
wrote down on a piece of paper so to translate.
"What did he say, puchu?"
"puchu!!"
"Show me the paper you not cute critter!"
"Puchuuuu!"
"Ah for crying out loud," he grabs a bat and whacks the puchu one then steals the paper.
"Damn you!" the puchu said and fell off the table.
"He said, 'mmmrrrmrmrmrmrm!' damn it I'd kill him if he wasn't already dead, sick joke on me!"
"Stay right there!" Kei yelled with a rocket launcher with a full cartridge in place. Yuri ran up to her with a little blaster.
"Hey, the Dirty Pair!" he grabbed a note book and started writing in it.
"Dirty pa…. what a lovely name!" Kei smiled and dropped her rocket launcher. Yuri's blaster became a flower much to her confusion.
"What the hell happened?" Yuri asked.
"I rewrote the script! Ah the beauties of being a writer!" the author laughed.
"mmmrrrmrmrmrm!!" Nabeshin mumbled again.
"Hey wait a minute, if you are writing this then did you write the parts of us coming here?" Yuri asked.
"Yep,"
"What about the parts with Nabeshin mumbling like that?"
"Yep that too,"
"So wait a minute,"
"I'm tired of waiting," the author mocked.
"Errr, sorry, then what is this story about?"
"Good question, I could make it a hentai with myself and you two!" the author laughed and got hit by Kei, blasting him into another table. "Ow, damnit!"
"So much for your writing," Kei muttered.
"Hey I wrote that too! Always wanted to be hit by one of you!" he laughed again.
"No wonder the great will wants him dead," Kei muttered to her partner just loud enough for her to hear.
"But Kei, he wrote her part too,"
"He's sick, and I'm getting a head ache,"
All of a sudden a speeding blonde landed on the table Nabeshin was sitting at and it explodes. "Hello, I am Excel Excel of the secret organization…"
"What's so damn secret about it!?"
"Uh… damn it, ok I'm from the Semi-secret organization ACROSS!"
"Yeah sure, whatever ya say, ya little runt!" Kei's eyebrow twitches.
Yuri shrieks.
"What is it? Ah damn!" Kei covers her eyes. Yuri has apparently lost her clothes.
"Hey, I want boobs like those!" Excel shouts, "Oh, hello director of the anime!" she untied him quickly and ripped off his mouth tape.
The author is laughing in the back ground and wrote some more in his notebook.
"mmmrrrmrmrmrm!" he mumbles.
"Oh, I get it!" she rips off his bald cap so his afro bounces back into place.
"I have my power again! My afro can grab the rays of the sun and give me strength!"
"Wha? It's night time afro man!" Excel scratched her head.
"Wasn't a minute ago," Nabeshin half closed his eyes and looked over at the author.
"haha!" the author laughed and then wrote some more.
"Give me my clothes back you pervert!" Yuri shouted still trying to conceal her body. She feared what was to come.
"Excel, you must come up with a way to end this story, it is the only way to stop this insanity!" Nabeshin whispered.
"Oh, ok, be right back!" Excel ran away at ridiculous speeds, knocking all sorts of objects and people out of the way.
"This story will never end! I don't have to bring her back!" the author laughed
maniacally.
"Damn," Nabeshin cursed.
Kei stood there arms folded across her chest with a dry look on her face. Her hair kept changing shapes, colors and sizes until she was left bald. Her clothes kept changing forms as well until she was left with Goku's outfit. Yuri was given chi chi's clothes leaving her to wonder about what the heck the author was thinking.
"Woo! Now to write the big pornographic ending!"
"What no way!" the two girls are really p'oed now but can't move less the author has them do so. Nabeshin is watching wide eyed now. He laughed to himself. The girls look at him in disgust. He tried to act innocent.
"Oh let's see, shall we change this scene to a bed room?" the author jotted down some ideas to play with.
"SPLASH!"
"what the fu…?" the author is now drenched in blood and his script is ruined. Hyatt was thrown by excel from some distance away in utter accidental defiance of the author's plot line.
--
Puchu's corner
1st - "Puchu puchu puchuuuu!"
translated – "So how come the author was all powerful yet unable to get what he
wanted?"
2nd – "Puchu puchu puchu puchu,"
translated – "Rating system of Fanfiction.net?"
1st - "Puchu puchu puchuu!"
translated – "Fanfiction.net wrote the last part?"
2nd – "Puchu puchu puchu,"
translated – "No he did,"
Author – "puchu puchu puchu puchu!"
Puchus – "puchuuu!"
Translation – "All your base are belong to me!"
"noooo!"
The author takes out a bat and kills them both then gets shot in the back by the dirty pair who are still wearing the dbz outfits.
"I may be dead again but you never get those clothes off!" the author floats away and gets attacked by the great will. "AAAAAh!!!"
"Damn," Kei muttered.
"I think you look cute!" Yuri smiled.
"Let's not go there, Yuri," Kei rubbed her face.
"Go where?"
"Errr… the ratings, Yuri,"
"what about the ratings?"
"Look Yuri, the ratings don't allow for that kind of thing,"
"Hey there's always the R rating,"
"What the hell you on about, is the writer still writing?"
"I think so, even though he is dead,"
"Yuri, he is trying to do something beyond those ratings,"
"So?"
"So eh, ah for crying out loud! Did you say I was cute because you want something of me here? I'll repeat, what are you on about?"
"Il-palazzo said you had the hots for me,"
"WHAAT!???"
TBC
"Kei?" Yuri asked.
"Yes, Yuri?" Kei replied.
"Why are we here?"
"No idea,"
"Where are we?"
"Looks like we got dumped out into space,"
"I can still breathe though,"
"Yes, I know,"
"Fear not!" a lady's voice spoke from behind them.
"What the hell?" Kei is shocked upon looking at the floating cosmos with two arms.
"I was the one who hired you two," the great will said.
"You hired us? You aren't even human!" Yuri replied.
"I'm hurt, well guess what, you aren't alive," she tried not to laugh.
"Hey, wait a minute; you killed us just to talk to us?" Yuri thought aloud.
"Very perceptive, so sorry about that,"
"What?" Kei tried with all her strength to swim over and punch the floating monstrosity
out but with no luck.
"Ah relax, Kei, I will bring you back as long as you accept the mission,"
"What's the mission? You are the great will of the universe, what is there for you to not
be able to do?"
"I want you to kill the author of this fan fic!"
"Say what? He already died!" Yuri crossed her arms.
"He is far more formidable than ever before, I cannot do anything to stop him. He is still mortal and you two can take him out,"
"Alright, Alright, we'll take it," Kei said with a nod. Yuri nodded as well having caught Kei's glance.
"Good, scene change!"
--
Roll theme music!
'say your prayers little one, don't forget my son, to include vrrrrt'
puchu with sign - wrong cd
puchu!?
--
"Yay I'm the writer, I'm in charge, no one can stop me!" the author was seated at a table at a nice restaurant in F city. It was called F-Donalds. Across from him was the heavily gagged and chained down Afro man. Even his afro was locked down with chains and a custom bald cap.
"mmmrrrmrmrmrmrm!" Nabeshin mumbled in anger. A puchu jumped on the table and
wrote down on a piece of paper so to translate.
"What did he say, puchu?"
"puchu!!"
"Show me the paper you not cute critter!"
"Puchuuuu!"
"Ah for crying out loud," he grabs a bat and whacks the puchu one then steals the paper.
"Damn you!" the puchu said and fell off the table.
"He said, 'mmmrrrmrmrmrmrm!' damn it I'd kill him if he wasn't already dead, sick joke on me!"
"Stay right there!" Kei yelled with a rocket launcher with a full cartridge in place. Yuri ran up to her with a little blaster.
"Hey, the Dirty Pair!" he grabbed a note book and started writing in it.
"Dirty pa…. what a lovely name!" Kei smiled and dropped her rocket launcher. Yuri's blaster became a flower much to her confusion.
"What the hell happened?" Yuri asked.
"I rewrote the script! Ah the beauties of being a writer!" the author laughed.
"mmmrrrmrmrmrm!!" Nabeshin mumbled again.
"Hey wait a minute, if you are writing this then did you write the parts of us coming here?" Yuri asked.
"Yep,"
"What about the parts with Nabeshin mumbling like that?"
"Yep that too,"
"So wait a minute,"
"I'm tired of waiting," the author mocked.
"Errr, sorry, then what is this story about?"
"Good question, I could make it a hentai with myself and you two!" the author laughed and got hit by Kei, blasting him into another table. "Ow, damnit!"
"So much for your writing," Kei muttered.
"Hey I wrote that too! Always wanted to be hit by one of you!" he laughed again.
"No wonder the great will wants him dead," Kei muttered to her partner just loud enough for her to hear.
"But Kei, he wrote her part too,"
"He's sick, and I'm getting a head ache,"
All of a sudden a speeding blonde landed on the table Nabeshin was sitting at and it explodes. "Hello, I am Excel Excel of the secret organization…"
"What's so damn secret about it!?"
"Uh… damn it, ok I'm from the Semi-secret organization ACROSS!"
"Yeah sure, whatever ya say, ya little runt!" Kei's eyebrow twitches.
Yuri shrieks.
"What is it? Ah damn!" Kei covers her eyes. Yuri has apparently lost her clothes.
"Hey, I want boobs like those!" Excel shouts, "Oh, hello director of the anime!" she untied him quickly and ripped off his mouth tape.
The author is laughing in the back ground and wrote some more in his notebook.
"mmmrrrmrmrmrm!" he mumbles.
"Oh, I get it!" she rips off his bald cap so his afro bounces back into place.
"I have my power again! My afro can grab the rays of the sun and give me strength!"
"Wha? It's night time afro man!" Excel scratched her head.
"Wasn't a minute ago," Nabeshin half closed his eyes and looked over at the author.
"haha!" the author laughed and then wrote some more.
"Give me my clothes back you pervert!" Yuri shouted still trying to conceal her body. She feared what was to come.
"Excel, you must come up with a way to end this story, it is the only way to stop this insanity!" Nabeshin whispered.
"Oh, ok, be right back!" Excel ran away at ridiculous speeds, knocking all sorts of objects and people out of the way.
"This story will never end! I don't have to bring her back!" the author laughed
maniacally.
"Damn," Nabeshin cursed.
Kei stood there arms folded across her chest with a dry look on her face. Her hair kept changing shapes, colors and sizes until she was left bald. Her clothes kept changing forms as well until she was left with Goku's outfit. Yuri was given chi chi's clothes leaving her to wonder about what the heck the author was thinking.
"Woo! Now to write the big pornographic ending!"
"What no way!" the two girls are really p'oed now but can't move less the author has them do so. Nabeshin is watching wide eyed now. He laughed to himself. The girls look at him in disgust. He tried to act innocent.
"Oh let's see, shall we change this scene to a bed room?" the author jotted down some ideas to play with.
"SPLASH!"
"what the fu…?" the author is now drenched in blood and his script is ruined. Hyatt was thrown by excel from some distance away in utter accidental defiance of the author's plot line.
--
Puchu's corner
1st - "Puchu puchu puchuuuu!"
translated – "So how come the author was all powerful yet unable to get what he
wanted?"
2nd – "Puchu puchu puchu puchu,"
translated – "Rating system of Fanfiction.net?"
1st - "Puchu puchu puchuu!"
translated – "Fanfiction.net wrote the last part?"
2nd – "Puchu puchu puchu,"
translated – "No he did,"
Author – "puchu puchu puchu puchu!"
Puchus – "puchuuu!"
Translation – "All your base are belong to me!"
"noooo!"
The author takes out a bat and kills them both then gets shot in the back by the dirty pair who are still wearing the dbz outfits.
"I may be dead again but you never get those clothes off!" the author floats away and gets attacked by the great will. "AAAAAh!!!"
"Damn," Kei muttered.
"I think you look cute!" Yuri smiled.
"Let's not go there, Yuri," Kei rubbed her face.
"Go where?"
"Errr… the ratings, Yuri,"
"what about the ratings?"
"Look Yuri, the ratings don't allow for that kind of thing,"
"Hey there's always the R rating,"
"What the hell you on about, is the writer still writing?"
"I think so, even though he is dead,"
"Yuri, he is trying to do something beyond those ratings,"
"So?"
"So eh, ah for crying out loud! Did you say I was cute because you want something of me here? I'll repeat, what are you on about?"
"Il-palazzo said you had the hots for me,"
"WHAAT!???"
TBC