A familiar girl with blonde hair styled in a spiky fashion entered the theater and looked around. She closed her blue eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I am SO home..."

"Actresses..." Grumbled an eighteen-year-old boy entering the theater behind her. He ran a hand over his short black hair in its sideways upsweep. His tail twitched as he looked around. The girl smacked him.

"Ow! You didn't have to hit me!"

"Look on the bright side, Caro. Either Q gets to hit you, or I do." The third and final person had entered. She wore purple cloth gi to match her spiked Saiyen hair with a snake tail around her waist. The apparent warrioress raised an eyebrow over a blue eye and laughed when the teenage boy's dark ones fogged over with confusion.

"But, Poma... I thought you were on my side..."

"Who says I'm on anyone's side? I just never pass up a chance to hit someone."

"Alright, guys, sit down. I gotta do my introduction."

"Authors..." Muttered Poma, and took her usual seat on Q's right. Caro (still confused) took his on the left. Q remained standing and entered author mode.

She turns toward you (yes you, ya bakas!).

"Hey! It's Saiyeness Queen, real name Amanda and nickname Q. For those who know me, it's common knowledge that I'm a real Rocky Horror fan. So, I decided to write a fic about it! One of my best ideas I think... And what would Rocky Horror be without audience partici-..." She pauses dramatically and gives a flash of fang.
"SAY IT!" Poma and Caro yell.

"...-pation," she whispers. Then resumes normal volume, "So, I called in my MST partners. Allow me to introduce them first, Carotus—One of Ashee and my made up characters. He's a Saiyen who gets along VERY well with Roshi (if THAT tells you anything). My second partner in crime is Pomagranata, Ashee's made-up character. She's half Saiyan, half Naga, Piccolo's lover, Vegeta's cousin, and mother of the 'Terrible Trio'.

"Together, we shall do the audience participation while we enjoy the play performed by our favorite characters! God help us all..." The lights dim, and takes her seat. She looks at you one more time and winks.

"The stuff in bold is our participation, which is kind of switched around to fit current... 'circumstances'. Enjoy!" She whispers and hops out of author mode.

The overture began to play...