Yeeeeeeehaw! This chapter was so much friggin FUN!
Peruru: *blink blink; looks around* Where's Trunks?
Well, I think he saw the words "Nari," "wants," and "T-man," in the same sentence at once, and is currently on a plane to Mexico. *nods*
Peruru: …*blink blink*
Oh, by the way, I've revised Caffeine Kitty. Very heavily. I've also sent it to the NJCTE writing contest, along with my Black poem! Wish me luck, minna-san! And go check out the new CK!
But first, enjoy this next chapter!
*~*~*~*
Mirakuru Romansu
Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 8: Raining sexy women!
*~*~*~*
Tourmaline was nervous. Dead fuckin' nervous. She had been watching the entire fight through an orb (call it a crystal ball, if you will) made of sea green mist. Oh sure, it was bad enough that the remaining senshi had killed her favorite (not to mention most powerful) youma, but the fact that none of them had died in the process was even worse. And now Pheonix was going to fuckin' rip her guts out, because she had _failed._
She gulped nervously, and waved her hand over the orb, which dissipated, and tried to think of a good excuse for her failure. 'I was not expecting them?' Like that would get her any sympathy. 'There was too many of them?' No, that wouldn't work either. 'The crazy moon brat pulled a fast one on me?' Well, maybe. It was the truth. But then again, that would probably make Pheonix even angrier.
"To your slow brain, EVERY SINGLE MOVEMENT ANYONE MAKES is a "fast one,"' she would most likely say. Or rather, yell at the top of her lungs. "You'd be better off dead!" and then she would take out a dagger and…
The rather apprehensive villain shuddered. It didn't really help much that Pheonix never went anywhere without a knife or dagger. She didn't want one of Pheonix's knives sticking out of her chest. In fact, the only two things that were welcome to protrude from her front were her breasts.
"Well, I could always move to Mexico and change my name to Juan," she said. "Oh, no wait, that's a guys name…um…Juanita?" She blinked absentmindedly. "Juanita. Is that even a name?"
She was pondering over what exactly to call herself after she'd pack her bags and leave when a very loud and amazingly clear voice yelled off in the distance, "TOURMALINE, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE _NOW!_"
Tourmaline flinched, then closed her sea green eyes and -poofed- herself to Pheonix's throne room. She looked up and saw Pheonix looked back down at her angrily. She had a mist-concocted crystal ball as well, although it was a dark red color instead of a sea green color. If Tourmaline squinted, she could see the blurry image of the outer senshi walking around in the gates of time.
"Explain that to me please," Pheonix said calmly.
"Um…well…uh…" Tourmaline stuttered nervously. "Well, you see…um…I wasn't…I mean, the…and the…anou…The…the moon brat! She …um…she somehow…um…de-brainwashed Pluto, or something…I kinda wasn't expecting it…"
"Are you done yet?" asked Pheonix.
"Umm…" thought Tourmaline.
"That's what I thought," said Pheonix.
"Please, give me another chance!" Tourmaline begged desperately. "Don't kill me!"
"Hmm…" Pheonix pretended to think. She just loved watching people grovel and her feet and beg for mercy. She weighed the pros and cons of killing her now, or waiting a while and thinking up a very torturous idea and killing her later. Or, better still, making Tourmaline think up an idea to use on the senshi and then use that idea on Tourmaline.
The latter won out.
"Okay," said Pheonix.
Tourmaline blinked confusedly. "Really?"
"I guess. But you're going to have to think up a very good idea to kill the Sailor Senshi so I won't change my mind," said Pheonix.
Tourmaline never caught the malice in Pheonix's voice. "Ah, Arigato, Pheonix-sama!" She cried enthusiastically, bowing her head multiple times. She then backed away and proceeded to _get the hell out of there._
Pheonix smirked to herself, a little quirk that all the more sadistic villains tend to pick up in time. "I am _so_ evil."
*~*~*~*
"What the hell?" Haruka asked in disbelief as she looked around in the Gates of Time. "Where's the actual time? All I see is gates."
"This part of the gates of time is more of a corridor," explained Setsuna. "Each colored gate is a portal that leads to a different dimension. The white one leads to ours. And the tall, silver one at the end of the corridor--" She pointed down the long hallway of portals. "Is the actual 'Gates of Time.' It transports you to a certain period of time in the dimension that you were in before you entered the gates."
"Confusing," Michiru said plainly.
"Duh," Haruka stated.
"Do you know which dimension the inners are in?" asked Hotaru.
"I have a hunch," answered Setsuna with a wave of her forest green hair.
"In other words, she knows where it is but she's not telling us," Haruka muttered.
"I never said that, Haruka."
"You implied it."
"Maybe," Michiru butted in. "We should just find the right gate, or portal, or dimension, or…or something. We can't waste time arguing." As she said this, she glanced at Haruka with a raised eyebrow, her blue green eyes glimmering.
"Do you think this might be it?" Chibiusa asked, peering into a cerulean colored portal.
"Let me see," said Setsuna, walking over and looking in as well…
*~*~*~*
"Seven…"
"TRUNKS GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" a loud voice hollered from above them.
Kurillan blinked and looked up, a sweat drop appearing on the back of his head. "I guess I started counting to late…"
"Should I go?" Trunks asked nervously.
"Well, I don't think it really matters, because you're going to be blasted to smithereens either way," stated Kurillan. "Might as well go now and make it quick."
"Oh, gee, thanks for the support, Kurillan-san," Trunks muttered sarcastically.
"What's going on?" asked the insanely oblivious Usagi.
"Is it that Cricket guy?" Minako asked nervously, playing the part of Damsel in Distress (Better known as the Distressed-oh-no-boo-hoo-come-save-me-because-I'm-wearing-skimpy-clothes-and-I-don't-know-what-two-and-two-equals-Damsel) better then Elijah Wood plays Frodo Baggins (And his performance is very hard to top, believe me), and hiding behind Trunks.
"Moron," muttered Kouken.
"Who's 'Cricket guy?'" Kurillan asked, turning to Trunks.
"Cell."
"They've met Cell?"
"Long story."
"Ah."
"TRUNKS YOU PURPLE HAIRED FREAK GET OVER HERE NOW!"
"I'll pick up all the broken body parts off the ground when he's done with you and glue you back together, don't worry!" Kurillan called out as Trunks gulped nervously, and flew up to where an extremely angry Vegeta was hovering in the air.
"Um, hi, Otou--" began Trunks.
"DON'T 'OTOUSAN' ME!" Vegeta yelled angrily. Vegeta was very, very angry. And one of the reasons he was angry was that he couldn't grab Trunks by the shirt like he normally did when he was being angry and intimidating, because the saiyajin outfit he was wearing didn't have a collar that stuck out. Although Vegeta was proud of his race for eradicating such a small but important flaw, he was annoyed (for the most part) that his son was skipping around merrily wearing the exact same outfit. He wasn't even _full_ saiyajin, for Kami's sake. Of course, it was partly the woman's fault for recreating the outfit and giving one to everyone...
But then Vegeta had a very brilliant idea, and decided to grab Trunks by the hair instead. Much more satisfying, and much more painful for Trunks.
"Who are THEY?" The prince of the full blooded Saiyajins (Because even though all but Goku were dead, he still called himself the prince just so he could show off that he was a prince and Goku wasn't. Oh, how Vegeta loved showing off.) asked demandingly as he pointed in the direction of the senshi and glared at Trunks.
"Ow ow I don't know ow!" Trunks exclaimed.
Vegeta would have smirked if he wasn't so angry. "DON'T LIE TO ME, BOY!" The short crazed saiyajin yelled in Trunks's hair and yanked his hair harder. "Who are those sluts you were with?"
"Ow ow ow! I swear, I don't have a clue to who they are! They just…" Trunks hesitated, thinking that monkeys would probably fly out of Vegeta's butt before the disgruntled prince would ever begin to believe that the girls had fallen out of the sky and landed on Cell's head. Hesitating, of course, got his hair yanked harder. "OW! They just showed up!"
"Just _showed up?_ You expect me to believe that a whole harem of girls just appears out of nowhere?" Vegeta asked skeptically.
"Well…um…yes," Trunks replied truthfully.
"HAH! You're probably going to tell me they fell out of the sky, and landed on, oh, I don't know, Cell's head," Vegeta said mockingly.
Trunks sweat dropped. "Um, well, see, the thing about that is--"
Vegeta chose to ignore the fact that his son was in the middle of completing a sentence, and pulled on his hair harder. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH THEM!" He yelled, deciding to continue with the interrogation.
"'Tousan…are you…being _protective_ of me?" Trunks asked incredulously, staring at his father with wide blue eyes.
Vegeta's eyes widened as well. "OF COURSE NOT!" He bellowed into Trunks's ear, almost pulling some of his hair in the process. "WHY WOULD _I_ BE PROTECTIVE OF _YOU!?!?_"
"Because I'm your _son?_" Trunks asked nervously.
Vegeta muttered inaudible curses under his breath and let go of Trunks's hair, and then looked down at the senshi with disgust. Trunks let out a sigh of relief, thankful that Vegeta hadn't killed him or maimed him or something like that--
When Vegeta decided to take some more anger out on his son, the half-human punching bag, by sucker punching Trunks in the stomach. Trunks's eyes widened and he gasped in pain, doubling over in the air.
Vegeta smirked, then looked over at the senshi again angrily. "Well if _you_ don't know who they are, then I'm just going to find out," he said with a snarl, as he created a ki blast in his right hand and flew down towards the ground.
Trunks stared in shock. "O-Otousan, wait!" He cried, flying after Vegeta.
*~*~*~*
Setsuna sweat dropped. "I think…this might be the portal."
"Maybe we should go before someone loses a limb," said Michiru, who was watching from over Setsuna's shoulder. "Or two."
"Bet you Kouken gets beaten up first," said Haruka with a snort.
"Haruka…"
"Okay, okay, sorry! Yeesh, Michiru, it's not like she's standing right next to me or something!" Haruka shrugged. "Besides, if _I_ find her annoying, then that short guy's gonna have a _picnic_ with her."
Hotaru sighed, and altered her grip on her glaive. Sometimes she thought she was a little more mature then her own guardians. Or at least one of them. "How are we going to get into the dimension?" she asked.
"It's very simple, actually," Setsuna explained. "All you have to do is touch the image inside the portal, and you'll be transported to somewhere inside that dimension."
Silence.
"…Erm…somewhere?" Michiru echoed nervously.
"So we could end up in outer space or in the middle of the ocean or in the artic or something?" Chibiusa asked.
"It is very unlikely, but…yes." Setsuna admitted.
Silence again.
"You know, I'm not a very good swimmer," Haruka said. "And I don't think any of us will fare well floating in space."
"I can't even do the dog paddle right," muttered Chibiusa.
"We're going to have to risk it," Setsuna said seriously.
"Setsuna's right," Michiru said. "So…who's going first?"
Not even Hotaru, with her silence glaive, could have made the room quieter then it was at that moment.
"I'll go," said Chibiusa without thinking.
"You're sure?" Setsuna said with a raised forest green eyebrow.
"Well, if no one else wants to first," Chibiusa looked around. No one responded, so she sweat dropped and looked back at Setsuna. "Um…uh…sure, why not?"
Setsuna nodded, and motioned to the portal. Chibiusa stepped forward and looked up at the portal, then closed her eyes and silently counted to three.
*one…two…um…two and a half…Ah, damnit, three!* She immediately stuck her hand into the portal
For the half-second that Chibiusa's hand was actually in the portal, it felt cold. Her first instinct was to pull her hand back out, but when she tried to, the portal just sucked the rest of her body in. She couldn't see for a second, and felt numb.
When suddenly--
THUMP.
"Ow!" She cried, looking down at herself. She had landed on her backside, on land, thank god. Glancing about at her surroundings, she saw that the ground she was sitting on was part of a very small island, only big enough to fit a small, pink house that was standing in front of her, with the words 'Kame House' etched on the front in red.
"Kame house?" she read aloud.
"Ow!" Hotaru suddenly fell next to her, hugging her glaive tightly to herself. She looked over at Chibiusa and blinked. "Where are we?"
"I don't know," admitted Chibiusa.
Suddenly the door to the 'Kame House' flew open. An old, balding man with a long white beard and sunglasses stood in the doorway, gaping at the two girls.
"OOF!" Michiru, Haruka, and Setsuna tumbled from the sky in a heap. The man's eyes widened behind the sunglasses and his jaw dropped.
"HOLY SHIT, IT'S RAINING SEXY WOMEN!" he cried.
"Nani? Kame-sennin, what are you talking about?" A black haired man with an x-shaped scar running down the left side of his face pushed his way out of the house. He looked at the senshi, then blushed, and ran back inside, his right eye twitching. "Aaaah girls!"
Haruka raised an eyebrow and glared at the old man. "What the FUCK do you mean by that?"
The old man wasn't paying attention. "Now all I need is a whip and some handcuffs, and all my prayers will be answered! Oh thank you Kami!"
"Ahh! What a perverted freak!" Chibiusa said, blushing furiously.
"What's going on?" Another man, taller then the old man with sunglasses, pushed his way into the doorway, the same way as the pervious man had. He was bald, and he had _three_ eyes, one on top of his forehead. Chibiusa stared at him.
"Maybe I should have stayed in my own time…" Chibiusa muttered.
*~*~*~*
Tada!
Poor T-man. nn; Every thing always happens to him. Well, anyway, review! Now! Or I sick Roshi on you!
Peruru: *blink blink; looks around* Where's Trunks?
Well, I think he saw the words "Nari," "wants," and "T-man," in the same sentence at once, and is currently on a plane to Mexico. *nods*
Peruru: …*blink blink*
Oh, by the way, I've revised Caffeine Kitty. Very heavily. I've also sent it to the NJCTE writing contest, along with my Black poem! Wish me luck, minna-san! And go check out the new CK!
But first, enjoy this next chapter!
*~*~*~*
Mirakuru Romansu
Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 8: Raining sexy women!
*~*~*~*
Tourmaline was nervous. Dead fuckin' nervous. She had been watching the entire fight through an orb (call it a crystal ball, if you will) made of sea green mist. Oh sure, it was bad enough that the remaining senshi had killed her favorite (not to mention most powerful) youma, but the fact that none of them had died in the process was even worse. And now Pheonix was going to fuckin' rip her guts out, because she had _failed._
She gulped nervously, and waved her hand over the orb, which dissipated, and tried to think of a good excuse for her failure. 'I was not expecting them?' Like that would get her any sympathy. 'There was too many of them?' No, that wouldn't work either. 'The crazy moon brat pulled a fast one on me?' Well, maybe. It was the truth. But then again, that would probably make Pheonix even angrier.
"To your slow brain, EVERY SINGLE MOVEMENT ANYONE MAKES is a "fast one,"' she would most likely say. Or rather, yell at the top of her lungs. "You'd be better off dead!" and then she would take out a dagger and…
The rather apprehensive villain shuddered. It didn't really help much that Pheonix never went anywhere without a knife or dagger. She didn't want one of Pheonix's knives sticking out of her chest. In fact, the only two things that were welcome to protrude from her front were her breasts.
"Well, I could always move to Mexico and change my name to Juan," she said. "Oh, no wait, that's a guys name…um…Juanita?" She blinked absentmindedly. "Juanita. Is that even a name?"
She was pondering over what exactly to call herself after she'd pack her bags and leave when a very loud and amazingly clear voice yelled off in the distance, "TOURMALINE, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE _NOW!_"
Tourmaline flinched, then closed her sea green eyes and -poofed- herself to Pheonix's throne room. She looked up and saw Pheonix looked back down at her angrily. She had a mist-concocted crystal ball as well, although it was a dark red color instead of a sea green color. If Tourmaline squinted, she could see the blurry image of the outer senshi walking around in the gates of time.
"Explain that to me please," Pheonix said calmly.
"Um…well…uh…" Tourmaline stuttered nervously. "Well, you see…um…I wasn't…I mean, the…and the…anou…The…the moon brat! She …um…she somehow…um…de-brainwashed Pluto, or something…I kinda wasn't expecting it…"
"Are you done yet?" asked Pheonix.
"Umm…" thought Tourmaline.
"That's what I thought," said Pheonix.
"Please, give me another chance!" Tourmaline begged desperately. "Don't kill me!"
"Hmm…" Pheonix pretended to think. She just loved watching people grovel and her feet and beg for mercy. She weighed the pros and cons of killing her now, or waiting a while and thinking up a very torturous idea and killing her later. Or, better still, making Tourmaline think up an idea to use on the senshi and then use that idea on Tourmaline.
The latter won out.
"Okay," said Pheonix.
Tourmaline blinked confusedly. "Really?"
"I guess. But you're going to have to think up a very good idea to kill the Sailor Senshi so I won't change my mind," said Pheonix.
Tourmaline never caught the malice in Pheonix's voice. "Ah, Arigato, Pheonix-sama!" She cried enthusiastically, bowing her head multiple times. She then backed away and proceeded to _get the hell out of there._
Pheonix smirked to herself, a little quirk that all the more sadistic villains tend to pick up in time. "I am _so_ evil."
*~*~*~*
"What the hell?" Haruka asked in disbelief as she looked around in the Gates of Time. "Where's the actual time? All I see is gates."
"This part of the gates of time is more of a corridor," explained Setsuna. "Each colored gate is a portal that leads to a different dimension. The white one leads to ours. And the tall, silver one at the end of the corridor--" She pointed down the long hallway of portals. "Is the actual 'Gates of Time.' It transports you to a certain period of time in the dimension that you were in before you entered the gates."
"Confusing," Michiru said plainly.
"Duh," Haruka stated.
"Do you know which dimension the inners are in?" asked Hotaru.
"I have a hunch," answered Setsuna with a wave of her forest green hair.
"In other words, she knows where it is but she's not telling us," Haruka muttered.
"I never said that, Haruka."
"You implied it."
"Maybe," Michiru butted in. "We should just find the right gate, or portal, or dimension, or…or something. We can't waste time arguing." As she said this, she glanced at Haruka with a raised eyebrow, her blue green eyes glimmering.
"Do you think this might be it?" Chibiusa asked, peering into a cerulean colored portal.
"Let me see," said Setsuna, walking over and looking in as well…
*~*~*~*
"Seven…"
"TRUNKS GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" a loud voice hollered from above them.
Kurillan blinked and looked up, a sweat drop appearing on the back of his head. "I guess I started counting to late…"
"Should I go?" Trunks asked nervously.
"Well, I don't think it really matters, because you're going to be blasted to smithereens either way," stated Kurillan. "Might as well go now and make it quick."
"Oh, gee, thanks for the support, Kurillan-san," Trunks muttered sarcastically.
"What's going on?" asked the insanely oblivious Usagi.
"Is it that Cricket guy?" Minako asked nervously, playing the part of Damsel in Distress (Better known as the Distressed-oh-no-boo-hoo-come-save-me-because-I'm-wearing-skimpy-clothes-and-I-don't-know-what-two-and-two-equals-Damsel) better then Elijah Wood plays Frodo Baggins (And his performance is very hard to top, believe me), and hiding behind Trunks.
"Moron," muttered Kouken.
"Who's 'Cricket guy?'" Kurillan asked, turning to Trunks.
"Cell."
"They've met Cell?"
"Long story."
"Ah."
"TRUNKS YOU PURPLE HAIRED FREAK GET OVER HERE NOW!"
"I'll pick up all the broken body parts off the ground when he's done with you and glue you back together, don't worry!" Kurillan called out as Trunks gulped nervously, and flew up to where an extremely angry Vegeta was hovering in the air.
"Um, hi, Otou--" began Trunks.
"DON'T 'OTOUSAN' ME!" Vegeta yelled angrily. Vegeta was very, very angry. And one of the reasons he was angry was that he couldn't grab Trunks by the shirt like he normally did when he was being angry and intimidating, because the saiyajin outfit he was wearing didn't have a collar that stuck out. Although Vegeta was proud of his race for eradicating such a small but important flaw, he was annoyed (for the most part) that his son was skipping around merrily wearing the exact same outfit. He wasn't even _full_ saiyajin, for Kami's sake. Of course, it was partly the woman's fault for recreating the outfit and giving one to everyone...
But then Vegeta had a very brilliant idea, and decided to grab Trunks by the hair instead. Much more satisfying, and much more painful for Trunks.
"Who are THEY?" The prince of the full blooded Saiyajins (Because even though all but Goku were dead, he still called himself the prince just so he could show off that he was a prince and Goku wasn't. Oh, how Vegeta loved showing off.) asked demandingly as he pointed in the direction of the senshi and glared at Trunks.
"Ow ow I don't know ow!" Trunks exclaimed.
Vegeta would have smirked if he wasn't so angry. "DON'T LIE TO ME, BOY!" The short crazed saiyajin yelled in Trunks's hair and yanked his hair harder. "Who are those sluts you were with?"
"Ow ow ow! I swear, I don't have a clue to who they are! They just…" Trunks hesitated, thinking that monkeys would probably fly out of Vegeta's butt before the disgruntled prince would ever begin to believe that the girls had fallen out of the sky and landed on Cell's head. Hesitating, of course, got his hair yanked harder. "OW! They just showed up!"
"Just _showed up?_ You expect me to believe that a whole harem of girls just appears out of nowhere?" Vegeta asked skeptically.
"Well…um…yes," Trunks replied truthfully.
"HAH! You're probably going to tell me they fell out of the sky, and landed on, oh, I don't know, Cell's head," Vegeta said mockingly.
Trunks sweat dropped. "Um, well, see, the thing about that is--"
Vegeta chose to ignore the fact that his son was in the middle of completing a sentence, and pulled on his hair harder. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH THEM!" He yelled, deciding to continue with the interrogation.
"'Tousan…are you…being _protective_ of me?" Trunks asked incredulously, staring at his father with wide blue eyes.
Vegeta's eyes widened as well. "OF COURSE NOT!" He bellowed into Trunks's ear, almost pulling some of his hair in the process. "WHY WOULD _I_ BE PROTECTIVE OF _YOU!?!?_"
"Because I'm your _son?_" Trunks asked nervously.
Vegeta muttered inaudible curses under his breath and let go of Trunks's hair, and then looked down at the senshi with disgust. Trunks let out a sigh of relief, thankful that Vegeta hadn't killed him or maimed him or something like that--
When Vegeta decided to take some more anger out on his son, the half-human punching bag, by sucker punching Trunks in the stomach. Trunks's eyes widened and he gasped in pain, doubling over in the air.
Vegeta smirked, then looked over at the senshi again angrily. "Well if _you_ don't know who they are, then I'm just going to find out," he said with a snarl, as he created a ki blast in his right hand and flew down towards the ground.
Trunks stared in shock. "O-Otousan, wait!" He cried, flying after Vegeta.
*~*~*~*
Setsuna sweat dropped. "I think…this might be the portal."
"Maybe we should go before someone loses a limb," said Michiru, who was watching from over Setsuna's shoulder. "Or two."
"Bet you Kouken gets beaten up first," said Haruka with a snort.
"Haruka…"
"Okay, okay, sorry! Yeesh, Michiru, it's not like she's standing right next to me or something!" Haruka shrugged. "Besides, if _I_ find her annoying, then that short guy's gonna have a _picnic_ with her."
Hotaru sighed, and altered her grip on her glaive. Sometimes she thought she was a little more mature then her own guardians. Or at least one of them. "How are we going to get into the dimension?" she asked.
"It's very simple, actually," Setsuna explained. "All you have to do is touch the image inside the portal, and you'll be transported to somewhere inside that dimension."
Silence.
"…Erm…somewhere?" Michiru echoed nervously.
"So we could end up in outer space or in the middle of the ocean or in the artic or something?" Chibiusa asked.
"It is very unlikely, but…yes." Setsuna admitted.
Silence again.
"You know, I'm not a very good swimmer," Haruka said. "And I don't think any of us will fare well floating in space."
"I can't even do the dog paddle right," muttered Chibiusa.
"We're going to have to risk it," Setsuna said seriously.
"Setsuna's right," Michiru said. "So…who's going first?"
Not even Hotaru, with her silence glaive, could have made the room quieter then it was at that moment.
"I'll go," said Chibiusa without thinking.
"You're sure?" Setsuna said with a raised forest green eyebrow.
"Well, if no one else wants to first," Chibiusa looked around. No one responded, so she sweat dropped and looked back at Setsuna. "Um…uh…sure, why not?"
Setsuna nodded, and motioned to the portal. Chibiusa stepped forward and looked up at the portal, then closed her eyes and silently counted to three.
*one…two…um…two and a half…Ah, damnit, three!* She immediately stuck her hand into the portal
For the half-second that Chibiusa's hand was actually in the portal, it felt cold. Her first instinct was to pull her hand back out, but when she tried to, the portal just sucked the rest of her body in. She couldn't see for a second, and felt numb.
When suddenly--
THUMP.
"Ow!" She cried, looking down at herself. She had landed on her backside, on land, thank god. Glancing about at her surroundings, she saw that the ground she was sitting on was part of a very small island, only big enough to fit a small, pink house that was standing in front of her, with the words 'Kame House' etched on the front in red.
"Kame house?" she read aloud.
"Ow!" Hotaru suddenly fell next to her, hugging her glaive tightly to herself. She looked over at Chibiusa and blinked. "Where are we?"
"I don't know," admitted Chibiusa.
Suddenly the door to the 'Kame House' flew open. An old, balding man with a long white beard and sunglasses stood in the doorway, gaping at the two girls.
"OOF!" Michiru, Haruka, and Setsuna tumbled from the sky in a heap. The man's eyes widened behind the sunglasses and his jaw dropped.
"HOLY SHIT, IT'S RAINING SEXY WOMEN!" he cried.
"Nani? Kame-sennin, what are you talking about?" A black haired man with an x-shaped scar running down the left side of his face pushed his way out of the house. He looked at the senshi, then blushed, and ran back inside, his right eye twitching. "Aaaah girls!"
Haruka raised an eyebrow and glared at the old man. "What the FUCK do you mean by that?"
The old man wasn't paying attention. "Now all I need is a whip and some handcuffs, and all my prayers will be answered! Oh thank you Kami!"
"Ahh! What a perverted freak!" Chibiusa said, blushing furiously.
"What's going on?" Another man, taller then the old man with sunglasses, pushed his way into the doorway, the same way as the pervious man had. He was bald, and he had _three_ eyes, one on top of his forehead. Chibiusa stared at him.
"Maybe I should have stayed in my own time…" Chibiusa muttered.
*~*~*~*
Tada!
Poor T-man. nn; Every thing always happens to him. Well, anyway, review! Now! Or I sick Roshi on you!