La Femme Chikara: Originally, I was going to do a Midsummer Night's Dream,
but I don't have a script for it (sorry) On that note, I shall now present
my rendition of the classic play "Hamlet". Oh, and I don't own DBZ or the
original play, but I don't think Shakespeare's in any shape to sue me!
Haiku: Get on with it already!
La Femme Chikara: Huh?! Oh yeah!
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It was a cool Sunday night in West City as Bulma sat outside, taking stock of everything that needed to be done: the props were all in place; the costumes her mother sewed in reasonably good condition (despite the abuse the guys had put them through); the scripts handed out; nothing, it seemed, could go wrong except...
"Uhh...Bulma," ventured Goku uncertainly, "I still don't quite know how to pronounce half the words here."
"Me neither." sighed Krillin. "I don't think Shakespeare was writing with us in mind."
"You idiots might not be able to understand," sneered Vegeta, "but I do. After all, a Saiyan Prince should have enough class and culture to do some simple acting!" he finished haughtily.
Bulma sighed. She had known that there was trouble brewing from the start. Perhaps they should have done "Romeo and Juliet"? No. That would be even more trouble. It was time for a little improvising—Bulma style.
"Look guys, I know that this is difficult for you, but we have to try at least. You don't have to quote directly from the script all the time, you know. Just make sure that what you say means the same thing as what you're reading. You can even call each other by your REAL names if you want. Just don't complain if you screw up the story, 'cause I'm not going to listen!"
In the back of the room, Gohan stood blushing. He knew it was just the luck of the draw, but why? He had at first been kind of excited that he was going to be able to play the king, and a bad guy king at that, but it was a little embarrassing to be playing Claudius opposite his mother as Gertrude: Claudius' wife, after his mother's lot was drawn. Oh well, at least this would help if he had to do Shakespeare in school.
"Why so blue Gohan?" Yamcha joked, "I'm sure you two will make a great couple!" he blurted out before laughing uproariously. Oh course, he did this without reckoning with Chi-Chi.
"Don't you make fun of my little boy!" Chi-Chi screamed before Goku was forced to physically restrain his wife from killing Yamcha.
"Well actually Chi-Chi," Yamcha said nervously, "Gohan's in high school now, almost out of high school in fact, so he isn't technically that little..."
"I don't care, no one ever teases my Gohan in front of me! Is. That. Clear?!!!"
Yamcha swallowed before answering meekly: "Yes ma'am."
"Good." Chi-Chi responded before walking back inside.
***
In the audience, Trunks and Goten were getting bored. They were going to sit in a folding chair and wait for some dumb play that probably wasn't going to work out, then sit through the whole thing? Goten didn't think so, and neither did Trunks. After waiting for a few minutes, Goten had heard his mother yelling at someone, but it wasn't as easy as usual to understand. To pass the time, he and Trunks began thinking of reasons for the commotion that became weirder and weirder until...
"Gohan must have proposed to your mom and then Yamcha must have made fun of him!" Trunks laughed as his friend made an interesting assortment of grossed-out faces.
"Eeewww! That's not even funny!" Goten pouted.
"Let's go see what they're doing," suggested Trunks in an effort to change the subject, "it'll get us outta here for a minute or so."
One look around the makeshift theatre was all the convincing it took.
"Let's go." agreed Goten.
***
Backstage the mood was electric, as people hurried to-and-fro: putting the finishing touches on makeup (Vegeta had to be held down forcefully for his); trying to put on costumes (it took a while for Goku to figure out the frilly collar); and re-reading scripts. Little did they know, there was a little surprise waiting later at the end—courtesy of a certain half-Saiyan duo...But for now the general feeling was one of almost- tangible excitement as the play was about to start.
***
In the audience, 18 had noticed something different, but what? It was quiet, too quiet—the boys hadn't spoken for more than a minute now, unusual for Goten especially. Then it hit her: they weren't talking because they had left!
"Oh well," she sighed, "as long as they stay out of trouble..."
And with that, the curtain lifted and audience and actors/actresses alike immersed themselves in the world of the play...
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La Femme Chikara: So what do you think of the into? I change my writing style often, so don't be surprised that it isn't a script. But anyhow, here's a preview of the next instalment. Please don't bother to tell me whether or not I should finish this story, because I'm getting pretty good at shortening the long, unnecessary speeches and adding humour to this depressing play—besides this is fun to write, so even if you hate it I'll still continue my story (in your face!)!
PREVIEW
It was a dark night on the battlements as the guards—Piccolo/Bernardo, and Krillin/Francisco—stood at their posts.
"So what am I supposed to say?" Krillin asked.
"Shut up! I have to say 'who's there' first! Who's there?!"
Krillin glanced down at his script and attempted to make out the barely- legible writing. "Long...live the...I think it says 'King'" he slowly pronounced as Piccolo became more impatient.
"Kri-I mean, Bernardo, right?" Piccolo growled.
"Yup," was Krillin's cheery reply, "how are you doing?"
"It's cold and my shift was over a year ago!" Piccolo snarled, "Can't you at least show up on time once in a while?!"
"Well, I'm here now—you can leave if you want..."
"Gladly; it isn't as if anything's going to happen here anyway! And if you see Yamcha or Tien around tell them to get lost!"
Interestingly enough, Horatio/Yamcha and Tien/Marcellus happened to be walking along the walls at that very moment. "Did I hear my name?" Yamcha asked.
"G'night Piccolo!" Krillin called out before Piccolo, Tien, and Yamcha walked away. As the three made small talk, they began to discuss a very strange thing that had been happening for two nights now—something of a nature they felt barely believable. Somehow, they sensed, it would happen once again...
"Look! It's happening again!" Tien shouted as he pointed to King Vegeta's newly-materialized ghost.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Haiku: Get on with it already!
La Femme Chikara: Huh?! Oh yeah!
...........................................................................................................
It was a cool Sunday night in West City as Bulma sat outside, taking stock of everything that needed to be done: the props were all in place; the costumes her mother sewed in reasonably good condition (despite the abuse the guys had put them through); the scripts handed out; nothing, it seemed, could go wrong except...
"Uhh...Bulma," ventured Goku uncertainly, "I still don't quite know how to pronounce half the words here."
"Me neither." sighed Krillin. "I don't think Shakespeare was writing with us in mind."
"You idiots might not be able to understand," sneered Vegeta, "but I do. After all, a Saiyan Prince should have enough class and culture to do some simple acting!" he finished haughtily.
Bulma sighed. She had known that there was trouble brewing from the start. Perhaps they should have done "Romeo and Juliet"? No. That would be even more trouble. It was time for a little improvising—Bulma style.
"Look guys, I know that this is difficult for you, but we have to try at least. You don't have to quote directly from the script all the time, you know. Just make sure that what you say means the same thing as what you're reading. You can even call each other by your REAL names if you want. Just don't complain if you screw up the story, 'cause I'm not going to listen!"
In the back of the room, Gohan stood blushing. He knew it was just the luck of the draw, but why? He had at first been kind of excited that he was going to be able to play the king, and a bad guy king at that, but it was a little embarrassing to be playing Claudius opposite his mother as Gertrude: Claudius' wife, after his mother's lot was drawn. Oh well, at least this would help if he had to do Shakespeare in school.
"Why so blue Gohan?" Yamcha joked, "I'm sure you two will make a great couple!" he blurted out before laughing uproariously. Oh course, he did this without reckoning with Chi-Chi.
"Don't you make fun of my little boy!" Chi-Chi screamed before Goku was forced to physically restrain his wife from killing Yamcha.
"Well actually Chi-Chi," Yamcha said nervously, "Gohan's in high school now, almost out of high school in fact, so he isn't technically that little..."
"I don't care, no one ever teases my Gohan in front of me! Is. That. Clear?!!!"
Yamcha swallowed before answering meekly: "Yes ma'am."
"Good." Chi-Chi responded before walking back inside.
***
In the audience, Trunks and Goten were getting bored. They were going to sit in a folding chair and wait for some dumb play that probably wasn't going to work out, then sit through the whole thing? Goten didn't think so, and neither did Trunks. After waiting for a few minutes, Goten had heard his mother yelling at someone, but it wasn't as easy as usual to understand. To pass the time, he and Trunks began thinking of reasons for the commotion that became weirder and weirder until...
"Gohan must have proposed to your mom and then Yamcha must have made fun of him!" Trunks laughed as his friend made an interesting assortment of grossed-out faces.
"Eeewww! That's not even funny!" Goten pouted.
"Let's go see what they're doing," suggested Trunks in an effort to change the subject, "it'll get us outta here for a minute or so."
One look around the makeshift theatre was all the convincing it took.
"Let's go." agreed Goten.
***
Backstage the mood was electric, as people hurried to-and-fro: putting the finishing touches on makeup (Vegeta had to be held down forcefully for his); trying to put on costumes (it took a while for Goku to figure out the frilly collar); and re-reading scripts. Little did they know, there was a little surprise waiting later at the end—courtesy of a certain half-Saiyan duo...But for now the general feeling was one of almost- tangible excitement as the play was about to start.
***
In the audience, 18 had noticed something different, but what? It was quiet, too quiet—the boys hadn't spoken for more than a minute now, unusual for Goten especially. Then it hit her: they weren't talking because they had left!
"Oh well," she sighed, "as long as they stay out of trouble..."
And with that, the curtain lifted and audience and actors/actresses alike immersed themselves in the world of the play...
.
La Femme Chikara: So what do you think of the into? I change my writing style often, so don't be surprised that it isn't a script. But anyhow, here's a preview of the next instalment. Please don't bother to tell me whether or not I should finish this story, because I'm getting pretty good at shortening the long, unnecessary speeches and adding humour to this depressing play—besides this is fun to write, so even if you hate it I'll still continue my story (in your face!)!
PREVIEW
It was a dark night on the battlements as the guards—Piccolo/Bernardo, and Krillin/Francisco—stood at their posts.
"So what am I supposed to say?" Krillin asked.
"Shut up! I have to say 'who's there' first! Who's there?!"
Krillin glanced down at his script and attempted to make out the barely- legible writing. "Long...live the...I think it says 'King'" he slowly pronounced as Piccolo became more impatient.
"Kri-I mean, Bernardo, right?" Piccolo growled.
"Yup," was Krillin's cheery reply, "how are you doing?"
"It's cold and my shift was over a year ago!" Piccolo snarled, "Can't you at least show up on time once in a while?!"
"Well, I'm here now—you can leave if you want..."
"Gladly; it isn't as if anything's going to happen here anyway! And if you see Yamcha or Tien around tell them to get lost!"
Interestingly enough, Horatio/Yamcha and Tien/Marcellus happened to be walking along the walls at that very moment. "Did I hear my name?" Yamcha asked.
"G'night Piccolo!" Krillin called out before Piccolo, Tien, and Yamcha walked away. As the three made small talk, they began to discuss a very strange thing that had been happening for two nights now—something of a nature they felt barely believable. Somehow, they sensed, it would happen once again...
"Look! It's happening again!" Tien shouted as he pointed to King Vegeta's newly-materialized ghost.
TO BE CONTINUED...