Excel meets DBZ
Disclaimer: You know who owns who. . .
Author's note: This is based on a strange dream I had, so blame my mind for creating this piece of poodoo, not me!
Chapter 2: The J.Lo dress and electronic, talking dictionaries.
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"Everyone's going to be here in ten minuets." Bulma announced, glancing at her watch.
"Hey, check this out!" Excel squealed, walking out of the bathroom wearing the infamous green J.Lo dress.
"Where did you find that?" Bulma asked, staring at the dress.
Well, I was putting Ilpalazoo-sama in the bathroom and I saw something green sticking out from a crack behind the sink. I got curious and pulled it out and saw that it was this. I thought it was cute so I put it on." Excel explained.
"Is that what you did with my J.Lo dress Vegeta?" Bulma asked, glaring at him.
Vegeta, who was wearing the pink Badman shirt with a pair of jeans, just looked at the ceiling innocently.
"That's a pretty dress Senior Excel." Hyatt complimented. The she started choking and fell over on Vegeta.
"Get off woman!" Vegeta yelled, pushing Hyatt off him. "What's wrong with you?"
"Oh she's just dead. She'll be fine." Excel told him airily, walking around the room like a runway model.
"If you say so." Vegeta said, shrugging.
Excel stopped doing her model walk and looked at Vegeta.
"That shirt looks nice on you, pink's definitely your color." She told him.
"Don't make me use this again." Vegeta growled, pulling the pistol out of nowhere again and pointing it at Excel.
"What did I tell you about that gun?" Bulma asked, putting her hands on her hips. Just then, the doorbell rang.
"That's probably them. Vegeta put that gun away." Bulma said, running to the door.
"What's going on Senior Excel?" Hyatt asked, getting slowly up from the floor.
"We have guests!" Excel said jumping up. When she landed, she went right through the floor and landed on a hard, concrete block, dying instantly.
"Will, I need you to work your magic again." Excel said as she floated through space (again)
"You have to be more careful Excel Excel." The Will told her and put Excel back in her body (again)
"The Will was even nice enough to fix the floor too!" Excel said, testing the spot on the floor where she fell through with her foot.
"Okay that wasn't them, it was the mailman. He told me to give you this." Bulma said, handing Excel a small package in brown wrapping that said FRAGILE across the top in red letters.
"Mailmen always seem to know where you are. It's like they put tracking devices on us while we're sleeping or something." Excel said, ripping the paper off the package.
"Woo-hoo! My electronic, talking dictionary came!" Excel yelled excitedly, pulling it out of the box.
"Why would you need THAT for?" Bulma asked.
"It funny to type in words that sound dirty or that are dirty then listen to them. Here check it out." She typed something then pressed enter.
"Seersucker." The dictionary said in its monotone, female voice.
"Isn't that funny?" Excel giggled.
"Yes, it's hilarious." Bulma said, not looking a bit amused.
"Muckraker." The dictionary said and Excel fell on the floor giggling.
"You are one strange girl." Bulma told Excel, looking at her strangely.
"Thank you." Excel said, flashing the peace sign and grinning.
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The gang is sure taking a long time to get here aren't they? They'll be here soon, like in the next chapter. Leave a review before you leave!
Disclaimer: You know who owns who. . .
Author's note: This is based on a strange dream I had, so blame my mind for creating this piece of poodoo, not me!
Chapter 2: The J.Lo dress and electronic, talking dictionaries.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Everyone's going to be here in ten minuets." Bulma announced, glancing at her watch.
"Hey, check this out!" Excel squealed, walking out of the bathroom wearing the infamous green J.Lo dress.
"Where did you find that?" Bulma asked, staring at the dress.
Well, I was putting Ilpalazoo-sama in the bathroom and I saw something green sticking out from a crack behind the sink. I got curious and pulled it out and saw that it was this. I thought it was cute so I put it on." Excel explained.
"Is that what you did with my J.Lo dress Vegeta?" Bulma asked, glaring at him.
Vegeta, who was wearing the pink Badman shirt with a pair of jeans, just looked at the ceiling innocently.
"That's a pretty dress Senior Excel." Hyatt complimented. The she started choking and fell over on Vegeta.
"Get off woman!" Vegeta yelled, pushing Hyatt off him. "What's wrong with you?"
"Oh she's just dead. She'll be fine." Excel told him airily, walking around the room like a runway model.
"If you say so." Vegeta said, shrugging.
Excel stopped doing her model walk and looked at Vegeta.
"That shirt looks nice on you, pink's definitely your color." She told him.
"Don't make me use this again." Vegeta growled, pulling the pistol out of nowhere again and pointing it at Excel.
"What did I tell you about that gun?" Bulma asked, putting her hands on her hips. Just then, the doorbell rang.
"That's probably them. Vegeta put that gun away." Bulma said, running to the door.
"What's going on Senior Excel?" Hyatt asked, getting slowly up from the floor.
"We have guests!" Excel said jumping up. When she landed, she went right through the floor and landed on a hard, concrete block, dying instantly.
"Will, I need you to work your magic again." Excel said as she floated through space (again)
"You have to be more careful Excel Excel." The Will told her and put Excel back in her body (again)
"The Will was even nice enough to fix the floor too!" Excel said, testing the spot on the floor where she fell through with her foot.
"Okay that wasn't them, it was the mailman. He told me to give you this." Bulma said, handing Excel a small package in brown wrapping that said FRAGILE across the top in red letters.
"Mailmen always seem to know where you are. It's like they put tracking devices on us while we're sleeping or something." Excel said, ripping the paper off the package.
"Woo-hoo! My electronic, talking dictionary came!" Excel yelled excitedly, pulling it out of the box.
"Why would you need THAT for?" Bulma asked.
"It funny to type in words that sound dirty or that are dirty then listen to them. Here check it out." She typed something then pressed enter.
"Seersucker." The dictionary said in its monotone, female voice.
"Isn't that funny?" Excel giggled.
"Yes, it's hilarious." Bulma said, not looking a bit amused.
"Muckraker." The dictionary said and Excel fell on the floor giggling.
"You are one strange girl." Bulma told Excel, looking at her strangely.
"Thank you." Excel said, flashing the peace sign and grinning.
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The gang is sure taking a long time to get here aren't they? They'll be here soon, like in the next chapter. Leave a review before you leave!