Disclaimer: In Capite Uno specta. Look in Chapter One. Liguam Latinam
stude.
(No idea if thats right or not, LOL Latin dictionaries aren't always reliable)
Ummm.... read my other fanfics! I have one for a hostage! ^_^
Yeah... that's all I have to say.
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It seems like they've been walking for days over this unending sand. Sand, sand, sand. They ran out of water and food. Even the battery in Bulma's electronic fan was dead. The sun was wearing them all down. How much longer could they stand it?
As things stood now, Tenshinhan was doing most of the pulling; Goku was already close to crawling from the hunger, and Vegita was on his last wind for the same reason; #18's could no longer move as her joints were clogged with clumped up sand in the oil, plus her copper dress was tarnishing badly (now she's really depressed). Bulma had passed out several hours ago after she screamed about wanting a bath and a strawberry ice cream cake.
"How long--" pant pant "--does day--" pant pant "last on this planet?" Goku tried to yell out to his friends.
"How in the seven lives of George Burns should I know that?" replied Tenshinhan, "Isn't that a Bulma question?"
"I thought you were Bulma."
"I'm going to ignore that and assume that it was the heat getting to you."
Vegita wiped the sweat from his brow. "This is ridiculous! We don't even have a fucking clue where we're going!"
"I could eat 10 horses right about now..." Goku said, drooling over another mirage.
It wasn't 15 minutes before the last of them collapsed. Seeing the fall, a single midget in a robe ran up to the fallen group. He looked around for a way to help them, and decided to use his belt to harness them together like a raft, then he drug them to a small, pink building (about 55º N, 120º E, HA!) with the words "KAME HOUSE" written across it in red. He left them in the front room (which, remarkably, looked like a Japanese television room), pulled down his hood, and ran into the kitchen for some water.
As soon as he went through the door, a waft of a delicious aroma revitalized Goku immediately. "FOOD!" He ran in, frightening the poor, noseless monk and a purple-haired girl over the stove half to death.
"Y-you're all right?!" said the bald midget, the dots on his head pushed back by his surprised brows. "How about your friends?"
"Huh?" Goku looked back out to the group. "Their still down..."
"I'll take care of them." He took out a bucket of water with a mug, proceeding to pour some in the mouths of the immobile party. Goku grabbed a cup and did the same. They managed to bring everyone back to consciousness.
"Why isn't this one drinking?" said the monk, when trying to revive #18.
Bulma shook her head. "She's a cyborg. She needs cleaned and re- oiled."
"Oh..."
"What is your name?"
"Kuririn. I'm the disciple of the owner of this place." He stood up, carrying #18. "I'll ask him to come down, then get to work on this woman. Please, make yourselves at home." He ran up the stairs with a huge blush across his face.
Bulma tried to talk to her comrades about their next move, but Goku and Vegita were too busy tearing into their meals to reply, and Tenshinhan seemed strangely distracted by the cook. She thought about going upstairs to check on #18, but before she could rise, she heard someone come down.
The creature stood about 7 foot tall, and had a small, brown head with a mouth that looked more like a beak than human lips. It's shoulders were oddly rounded off, and its whole body was covered with a white, draping sheet.
"Why do you come here?" It spoke without moving its orifice, "What do you want from the great Kame-sennin Muten Roshi?!"
"Kame-Sennin?!" The group gasped.
Goku scratched his head dumbly. "We're having turtle soup?"
"So," the creature nodded, "my legacy still reaches the youth?"
"Of course! Everyone knows Kame-Sennin, expert of martial arts!" Bulma squealed.
"Creator of the Kamehameha!" Tenshinhan said with delight.
"Master of the Voyeur Technique." Vegita sniggered.
Goku became wide-eyed. "Sugoi! You're the guy grandpa kept telling me to learn under?!" As Goku exclaimed this, his excited tail swished several times under the cooking woman's nose.
"Aahh-ahh---!"
"Ack! Lunch is going to sneeze!" screamed the turtle hermit, who suddenly revealed his true self, an elder man with sunglasses, from under the tablecloth to hide as quickly as possible. The leftover, dumbfounded turtle found himself alone and hid within his own shell.
"--Choo!" Her purple hair changed to blonde, and when she opened her eyes, one could see that instead of the deep black, they were now a bright green. She was about to pull out an uzi and shoot everything around her when Tenshinhan grabbed her arm.
"Kushami! It really is you! I thought were gone from me forever when you went after that huge Space Sapphire on Oedipus 3!"
She looked at him, dropped the artillery, then pounced on top of him. "Ten! My sexy, three-eyed, bare-chested Ten! You aren't still mad at me about the whole killing your emperor thing? 'Cause you know, I really wasn't aware that you guys were THAT close once."
Everyone else just sort of stared. The scene was finally stopped by Bulma when Kushami got to the point of removing his belt.
Vegita became restless and decided to check on #18. He went up to the only room with the door closed and knocked several times. "Monk! Surely you finished cleaning up my maid by now!"
"Umm... no. Not yet," said a voice from the other side, "She's still-- "
Vegita opened the door anyway. He found #18 and Kuririn, hiding their bodies from sight with a bedsheet. "Jesus Christ!" he bellowed, "Is it some sort of human mating season today?!"
Dark Cell sat in the jeep, playing poker with the other officers as he waited for someone to come with more feul. Suddenly he got up and started screaming:
"Damnit! Why is this spandex suit so blasted uncomfortable?! It's making my thighs chafe!"
(No idea if thats right or not, LOL Latin dictionaries aren't always reliable)
Ummm.... read my other fanfics! I have one for a hostage! ^_^
Yeah... that's all I have to say.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It seems like they've been walking for days over this unending sand. Sand, sand, sand. They ran out of water and food. Even the battery in Bulma's electronic fan was dead. The sun was wearing them all down. How much longer could they stand it?
As things stood now, Tenshinhan was doing most of the pulling; Goku was already close to crawling from the hunger, and Vegita was on his last wind for the same reason; #18's could no longer move as her joints were clogged with clumped up sand in the oil, plus her copper dress was tarnishing badly (now she's really depressed). Bulma had passed out several hours ago after she screamed about wanting a bath and a strawberry ice cream cake.
"How long--" pant pant "--does day--" pant pant "last on this planet?" Goku tried to yell out to his friends.
"How in the seven lives of George Burns should I know that?" replied Tenshinhan, "Isn't that a Bulma question?"
"I thought you were Bulma."
"I'm going to ignore that and assume that it was the heat getting to you."
Vegita wiped the sweat from his brow. "This is ridiculous! We don't even have a fucking clue where we're going!"
"I could eat 10 horses right about now..." Goku said, drooling over another mirage.
It wasn't 15 minutes before the last of them collapsed. Seeing the fall, a single midget in a robe ran up to the fallen group. He looked around for a way to help them, and decided to use his belt to harness them together like a raft, then he drug them to a small, pink building (about 55º N, 120º E, HA!) with the words "KAME HOUSE" written across it in red. He left them in the front room (which, remarkably, looked like a Japanese television room), pulled down his hood, and ran into the kitchen for some water.
As soon as he went through the door, a waft of a delicious aroma revitalized Goku immediately. "FOOD!" He ran in, frightening the poor, noseless monk and a purple-haired girl over the stove half to death.
"Y-you're all right?!" said the bald midget, the dots on his head pushed back by his surprised brows. "How about your friends?"
"Huh?" Goku looked back out to the group. "Their still down..."
"I'll take care of them." He took out a bucket of water with a mug, proceeding to pour some in the mouths of the immobile party. Goku grabbed a cup and did the same. They managed to bring everyone back to consciousness.
"Why isn't this one drinking?" said the monk, when trying to revive #18.
Bulma shook her head. "She's a cyborg. She needs cleaned and re- oiled."
"Oh..."
"What is your name?"
"Kuririn. I'm the disciple of the owner of this place." He stood up, carrying #18. "I'll ask him to come down, then get to work on this woman. Please, make yourselves at home." He ran up the stairs with a huge blush across his face.
Bulma tried to talk to her comrades about their next move, but Goku and Vegita were too busy tearing into their meals to reply, and Tenshinhan seemed strangely distracted by the cook. She thought about going upstairs to check on #18, but before she could rise, she heard someone come down.
The creature stood about 7 foot tall, and had a small, brown head with a mouth that looked more like a beak than human lips. It's shoulders were oddly rounded off, and its whole body was covered with a white, draping sheet.
"Why do you come here?" It spoke without moving its orifice, "What do you want from the great Kame-sennin Muten Roshi?!"
"Kame-Sennin?!" The group gasped.
Goku scratched his head dumbly. "We're having turtle soup?"
"So," the creature nodded, "my legacy still reaches the youth?"
"Of course! Everyone knows Kame-Sennin, expert of martial arts!" Bulma squealed.
"Creator of the Kamehameha!" Tenshinhan said with delight.
"Master of the Voyeur Technique." Vegita sniggered.
Goku became wide-eyed. "Sugoi! You're the guy grandpa kept telling me to learn under?!" As Goku exclaimed this, his excited tail swished several times under the cooking woman's nose.
"Aahh-ahh---!"
"Ack! Lunch is going to sneeze!" screamed the turtle hermit, who suddenly revealed his true self, an elder man with sunglasses, from under the tablecloth to hide as quickly as possible. The leftover, dumbfounded turtle found himself alone and hid within his own shell.
"--Choo!" Her purple hair changed to blonde, and when she opened her eyes, one could see that instead of the deep black, they were now a bright green. She was about to pull out an uzi and shoot everything around her when Tenshinhan grabbed her arm.
"Kushami! It really is you! I thought were gone from me forever when you went after that huge Space Sapphire on Oedipus 3!"
She looked at him, dropped the artillery, then pounced on top of him. "Ten! My sexy, three-eyed, bare-chested Ten! You aren't still mad at me about the whole killing your emperor thing? 'Cause you know, I really wasn't aware that you guys were THAT close once."
Everyone else just sort of stared. The scene was finally stopped by Bulma when Kushami got to the point of removing his belt.
Vegita became restless and decided to check on #18. He went up to the only room with the door closed and knocked several times. "Monk! Surely you finished cleaning up my maid by now!"
"Umm... no. Not yet," said a voice from the other side, "She's still-- "
Vegita opened the door anyway. He found #18 and Kuririn, hiding their bodies from sight with a bedsheet. "Jesus Christ!" he bellowed, "Is it some sort of human mating season today?!"
Dark Cell sat in the jeep, playing poker with the other officers as he waited for someone to come with more feul. Suddenly he got up and started screaming:
"Damnit! Why is this spandex suit so blasted uncomfortable?! It's making my thighs chafe!"