Thank You: This story needs lots of thank you-s. First of all, I need to
thank my friend's little brother, John, for being really weird with action
figures and inspiring me. Then I need to thank my friend Kelly who told me
what her little brother had been doing and later beta reading and helping
me along with the story. I wrote most of this story in school, so I want to
thank my teachers for being boring and stupid. Also, I really need to thank
Akira Toriyama for giving us the wonderful Dragonball characters and
everyone at Nintendo for creating our favorite game Legend of Zelda.
Especially, I want to thank my readers for reviewing.
Apologies: Of course I apologize to Akira Toriyama and the Nintendo dudes
for officially screwing up their works of art. Also, I need to apologize to
Kara for using up all her internet time in writing this. I need to
apologize to my dad for not getting offline when he wanted me too. I should
probably apologize to Heather for doing this to Ganondorf...
~I~
Celestial voices perpetually sang their melancholy songs inside the walls of the once sublime Temple. The air was frigid and nearly impossible to breath. Very few living people had entered the Temple in the past years and not one of them had bothered to clean.
Beneath a large hole in the ceiling was an equally large pile of rubble. It began to tremble and a head popped out of it.
"What happened?" Goku asked, shaking debris from his jet black hair.
Vegeta stirred and realized he was stretched out across Goku's lap. "Get off of me, Kakarott!" he cried, jumping to his feet.
As Goku watched Vegeta make futile attempts to clean himself he laughed in his childish, carefree way. His son, Gohan, sat up against a huge concrete block, rubbing a purple lump on his forehead. Across the room, the Namek Piccolo had been awake for quite some time, he sat meditating, aiming to appear less part of the group than he actually was.
Vegeta glanced up at the hole in the ceiling, and vaguely remembered making it. "I think we fell all the way to Hell," he announced.
Goku laughed, "I don't think so Vegeta."
Krillin was hauling himself out of the pieces of ceiling he had been buried in. "Oh, man, where are we?" he groaned.
"Where are the others?" Gohan added.
There was silence; no one knew the answers to either of these questions.
"We need to find a way home," Piccolo stated.
Suddenly, the front door burst open and hundreds of women wielding dangerous weapons entered carefully. Even more began pouring in from the hole in the ceiling.
"I don't think they're here to welcome us, guys," Krillin said nervously, backing up against the heap of wreckage.
Piccolo jumped to his feet and the dark skinned women observed him particularly cautiously. Obviously, none of them had ever seen a Namek before. A bolder woman crept forward. She pulled at his antennae and rubbed his skin, wondering if the green would wipe off.
Piccolo hated this attention; he forced the woman's hand away and stepped backwards. Instantly, he was buried under a wave of the armed women.
Goku cried Piccolo's name and jumped forward in failed attempt to rescue the Namek, but found a spear at his throat. No matter how fast he dodged and swerved, the woman could easily match his speed, and the spear remained at his neck. The others were having and equally hard amount of time with these vicious women. Vegeta got one glance at Piccolo before the gap closed. The Namek was lying on the ground, covered in stab wounds, so surrounded he couldn't even sit up.
"Let's go!" Goku suddenly ordered.
The cry distracted the women long enough for four of the five men to escape through the hole they had created.
Piccolo jumped up in an attempt to follow but hundreds of the women held onto his legs. When he kicked off one dozens more grabbed on to him. There were too many of them for Piccolo, with one final tug they had pulled him back into the swarm of women. A spear went though his throat and everything went black.
~I~
Celestial voices perpetually sang their melancholy songs inside the walls of the once sublime Temple. The air was frigid and nearly impossible to breath. Very few living people had entered the Temple in the past years and not one of them had bothered to clean.
Beneath a large hole in the ceiling was an equally large pile of rubble. It began to tremble and a head popped out of it.
"What happened?" Goku asked, shaking debris from his jet black hair.
Vegeta stirred and realized he was stretched out across Goku's lap. "Get off of me, Kakarott!" he cried, jumping to his feet.
As Goku watched Vegeta make futile attempts to clean himself he laughed in his childish, carefree way. His son, Gohan, sat up against a huge concrete block, rubbing a purple lump on his forehead. Across the room, the Namek Piccolo had been awake for quite some time, he sat meditating, aiming to appear less part of the group than he actually was.
Vegeta glanced up at the hole in the ceiling, and vaguely remembered making it. "I think we fell all the way to Hell," he announced.
Goku laughed, "I don't think so Vegeta."
Krillin was hauling himself out of the pieces of ceiling he had been buried in. "Oh, man, where are we?" he groaned.
"Where are the others?" Gohan added.
There was silence; no one knew the answers to either of these questions.
"We need to find a way home," Piccolo stated.
Suddenly, the front door burst open and hundreds of women wielding dangerous weapons entered carefully. Even more began pouring in from the hole in the ceiling.
"I don't think they're here to welcome us, guys," Krillin said nervously, backing up against the heap of wreckage.
Piccolo jumped to his feet and the dark skinned women observed him particularly cautiously. Obviously, none of them had ever seen a Namek before. A bolder woman crept forward. She pulled at his antennae and rubbed his skin, wondering if the green would wipe off.
Piccolo hated this attention; he forced the woman's hand away and stepped backwards. Instantly, he was buried under a wave of the armed women.
Goku cried Piccolo's name and jumped forward in failed attempt to rescue the Namek, but found a spear at his throat. No matter how fast he dodged and swerved, the woman could easily match his speed, and the spear remained at his neck. The others were having and equally hard amount of time with these vicious women. Vegeta got one glance at Piccolo before the gap closed. The Namek was lying on the ground, covered in stab wounds, so surrounded he couldn't even sit up.
"Let's go!" Goku suddenly ordered.
The cry distracted the women long enough for four of the five men to escape through the hole they had created.
Piccolo jumped up in an attempt to follow but hundreds of the women held onto his legs. When he kicked off one dozens more grabbed on to him. There were too many of them for Piccolo, with one final tug they had pulled him back into the swarm of women. A spear went though his throat and everything went black.