A/N: I owe you so many apologies that I'm not even going to bother. I just hope that I'm back to for good. The story continues where it left off, but first… What follows directly below is a short, humorous (fictional) explanation of my absence. It comes after the Author/Lawyer quarrel at the end of chapter 2, so re-read that if you need to. I'll wait…
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Author: Hey all. I just got back from my long and grueling trial. It's been awhile, I know. But that's what happens when you use someone else's material without permission. Like the other time, when I stole…
Author's Lawyer: I'm going advise you against incriminating yourself.
Author: Good call, Lawyer! (to readers) This is my lawyer. I hired him so I don't get thrown in jail again.
Author's Lawyer: Actually, I advise you to speak as little as possible, because nothing you say is ever intelligible.
Author: Ooooh, fancy parschmancy lawyer dribbildy gook.
Author's Lawyer: I rest my case.
Author: And I rest mine!! sets down briefcase
Author's Lawyer: Where did you get that Prada briefcase?! Author starts to answer; Police appear out of nowhere and turn on tape recorders On second thought, Author, don't answer that. Just tell your nonsensical story.
Author: Yes sir! I can do that without trouble! And without getting into trouble! Not like yesterday, when I bought this briefcase from some man selling stolen stuff from his van in the dark alley outside my apartment.
Lawyer's: Ah-ha! Arrest the Author! the Police simultaneously pounce on the Author Buying stolen property! Guilty!
Author's Lawyer: Damn you, you stupid Author!
Author: Ok, readers, while I go with these nice Police Officers, you can read the long awaited next chapter to this story.
ON WITH IT!!!!
Part Three: No, I Didn't Die
Goten woke up three hours after Trunks crushed him on the back of the head with a giant rock. To his horror, he woke up with Trunks lying on top of him. To his even greater horror, he was dressed in women's clothing AND Trunks was lying on him. Just as he was about to scream bloody murder and beat the living soul out of his so-called friend, Goten noticed a large gorilla in odd-looking people clothes picking through his lovely black hair.
He swatted the gorilla's hands away, to which the gorilla reacted strangely, wildly waving his arms and pointing at his stomach, moaning in agony.
Goten knew this behavior, for he too was feeling the pangs of hunger. It must have been almost 3 hours since he had eaten. That was like 3 days for a Saiyan, or even a demi-Saiyan.
The boy smacked Trunks in the head. Really hard. Really really hard. Trunks didn't move. So Goten delightedly pounded him on the head again. Repeatedly. As if knocking on a thick steel door. Trunks still didn't move.
Uh-oh, he thought. I hope I didn't kill him. That would take away all the fun I'd have torturing him to death for throwing a rock at my head and dressing me in his mom's clothes while I was passed out.
Goten stood up and lightly kicked Trunks in the stomach. The lavender haired boy groaned in his state of unconsciousness.
At least he's not dead, sighed Goten with relief. He then picked up Trunks to bring him to Capsule Corporation, where he would raid the fridge and return Bulma's clothes – not necessarily in that order.
As he rose into the air with his friend under one arm, he was amazed to see the gorilla also flying next to him. Since when can monkeys fly? he wondered. Then he second-guessed himself. It has been awhile since I've been in school. Maybe I should have spent more time reading books rather than training. Oh well.
"Follow me, flying monkey!" he exclaimed. "We'll get us some grub, and then if Trunks isn't awake yet, I'll let you wake him up and take plenty of pictures as you do it."
And Goten began his flight to Capsule Corp, laughing an evil laugh as he flew.
A/N: Sorry about not doing the amnesia thing (yet), but hopefully there will other good things next chapter. Including another character (who will it be? Another gorilla-senshi? Or someone new and different? Or maybe it's Cell! Or perhaps it's Puar!) . Nope, all wrong. It's Dr. Briefs. Oops, I ruined the suspense. Hee hee.