Disclaimer: There's one in chapter one! You should go look at it!
But, wait?! Where's the large jar of jam!? Surely they must have seen them on the radar! Let's see!
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When the royal spacecraft was finally drug into the ship by the tractor beam, Dark Cell went to look immediately. He already had hundreds of guards posted all around the thing, but he had more by his side just in case.
"Prince Vegita!" he shouted to the hulk of metal. "You might as well come out. We promise that we wont hurt you!" But soon he got impatient and tore the door off and walked in. After several minutes of him clamoring about inside, shouting for them and tearing up things to find any hidden places, he came out in a frenzy. "They're gone! What the hell, the radar guy didn't pick up any escape vessels or of the like did he?"
Everybody looked at each other and shrugged. He groaned and ran back to the control room.
"Who is in charge of the radar?!" he was screaming when he entered through the door.
"What? What's happening?" said President Freeza.
Dark Cell went to the radar screen and yelled at the green man in front of it. "Name and rank!"
The Namekku-sei-jin looked back at him coldly. "Piccolo. Last time I was informed, I was a Sargent."
"Why didn't you salute?"
"What?"
Cell was on the verge of completely snapping. "You didn't salute to me when I questioned you! Why?!"
"I can't."
"What the hell do you mean 'can't'? Is your hand to weak to push up a finger or something?!"
Sgt. Piccolo held up his hand. "I have four fingers on each hand. One - Two - Three - Four. It's an even number. I would need an odd number of fingers in order to have a middle finger, which is necessary to perform it."
Cell blinked. "O...K... Anyway, did anything show up on the radar when we were putting the ship in?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Did you even look at the radar?"
"No."
"...What?! Why not?!"
"Because it's broken. I reported it weeks ago but no one will come up here and fix it."
"What's wrong with it?"
"Well past the external damage that was done during the last office party, it needs a new component."
"What component does it need? Maybe we have a spare."
"The guy that did the beeps, creeps, and sweeps noise is dead," he said, pointing to Michael Winslow's corpse hunched over a chair. "I told you people that humans need food."
Vegita only griped as soon as he got on the ship. From behind the cockpit curtain, a woman finally screamed at him. "I heard the prince of the Saiya-jin was a short winey brat!"
"What did you say?!" he screamed back at her.
Tenshinhan tried to calm Bulma down. "Maybe it's not so good to be yelling at him like that..."
"The hell it isn't! We've come and rescued him from those Space- Dragon-Ball bastards, and all that he's done is complain on how he left his watch there!"
"It's not a watch, tramp! It's a remote control! It opens every electric door in the castle and overrides all of the digital security!" the prince continued, "But its not like a back-water pilot like you would know about anything that advanced."
"What!? I'll have you know that I'm the greatest genius and inventor in the galaxy, thank you very much!"
"If that's so, why don't you build a bigger ship?"
"Like you need one, small fry."
"I AM NOT SMALL!"
"Chibi, chibi, chibi!"
Vegita was about to rush in and kill her, but Goku and #18 blocked his way.
"Vegita-Sama! If you kill the people that your father made a contract with, he'll be very angry with you!" the android reminded him.
He growled and sat back down. "She had better not call me short again."
Tenshinhan noticed another button blinking. "Bulma!"
"Not now!" she pushed him away, intending on going to beat up the prince.
"Bulma! It seems that in the excitement of leaving the planet we were on, we neglected to steal a ship with a full tank!"
"W-what?!" she looked back at the console. "Fuck! Does this shit ever stop coming?!"
**************** Heh, I snuck in Piccolo. Couldn't help it. (btw, in the manga, nameks have 4 fingers) Well, this one's a little short, but hopefully it's something you guys can deal with! Off I go, then. Heh.
But, wait?! Where's the large jar of jam!? Surely they must have seen them on the radar! Let's see!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When the royal spacecraft was finally drug into the ship by the tractor beam, Dark Cell went to look immediately. He already had hundreds of guards posted all around the thing, but he had more by his side just in case.
"Prince Vegita!" he shouted to the hulk of metal. "You might as well come out. We promise that we wont hurt you!" But soon he got impatient and tore the door off and walked in. After several minutes of him clamoring about inside, shouting for them and tearing up things to find any hidden places, he came out in a frenzy. "They're gone! What the hell, the radar guy didn't pick up any escape vessels or of the like did he?"
Everybody looked at each other and shrugged. He groaned and ran back to the control room.
"Who is in charge of the radar?!" he was screaming when he entered through the door.
"What? What's happening?" said President Freeza.
Dark Cell went to the radar screen and yelled at the green man in front of it. "Name and rank!"
The Namekku-sei-jin looked back at him coldly. "Piccolo. Last time I was informed, I was a Sargent."
"Why didn't you salute?"
"What?"
Cell was on the verge of completely snapping. "You didn't salute to me when I questioned you! Why?!"
"I can't."
"What the hell do you mean 'can't'? Is your hand to weak to push up a finger or something?!"
Sgt. Piccolo held up his hand. "I have four fingers on each hand. One - Two - Three - Four. It's an even number. I would need an odd number of fingers in order to have a middle finger, which is necessary to perform it."
Cell blinked. "O...K... Anyway, did anything show up on the radar when we were putting the ship in?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Did you even look at the radar?"
"No."
"...What?! Why not?!"
"Because it's broken. I reported it weeks ago but no one will come up here and fix it."
"What's wrong with it?"
"Well past the external damage that was done during the last office party, it needs a new component."
"What component does it need? Maybe we have a spare."
"The guy that did the beeps, creeps, and sweeps noise is dead," he said, pointing to Michael Winslow's corpse hunched over a chair. "I told you people that humans need food."
Vegita only griped as soon as he got on the ship. From behind the cockpit curtain, a woman finally screamed at him. "I heard the prince of the Saiya-jin was a short winey brat!"
"What did you say?!" he screamed back at her.
Tenshinhan tried to calm Bulma down. "Maybe it's not so good to be yelling at him like that..."
"The hell it isn't! We've come and rescued him from those Space- Dragon-Ball bastards, and all that he's done is complain on how he left his watch there!"
"It's not a watch, tramp! It's a remote control! It opens every electric door in the castle and overrides all of the digital security!" the prince continued, "But its not like a back-water pilot like you would know about anything that advanced."
"What!? I'll have you know that I'm the greatest genius and inventor in the galaxy, thank you very much!"
"If that's so, why don't you build a bigger ship?"
"Like you need one, small fry."
"I AM NOT SMALL!"
"Chibi, chibi, chibi!"
Vegita was about to rush in and kill her, but Goku and #18 blocked his way.
"Vegita-Sama! If you kill the people that your father made a contract with, he'll be very angry with you!" the android reminded him.
He growled and sat back down. "She had better not call me short again."
Tenshinhan noticed another button blinking. "Bulma!"
"Not now!" she pushed him away, intending on going to beat up the prince.
"Bulma! It seems that in the excitement of leaving the planet we were on, we neglected to steal a ship with a full tank!"
"W-what?!" she looked back at the console. "Fuck! Does this shit ever stop coming?!"
**************** Heh, I snuck in Piccolo. Couldn't help it. (btw, in the manga, nameks have 4 fingers) Well, this one's a little short, but hopefully it's something you guys can deal with! Off I go, then. Heh.