Hello, all. I know, I know, I take forever to update, and my chapters as of late have been short. I am sorry, and I have been thinking of it. I will try to get up more, but I've been having major writers block, for both fan fiction and my own stories, so please be nice.

Now for some notes to reviewers:

Blackbodian: Yes, I know. Please refrain from using profanity. It makes me feel bad, like I'm doing a crappy job.

SSJ Naomi: Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Like: Finish it now, I'm sick of it and you take forever so I hate you? Or like: Finish it now so I can stop laughing, it hurts?

Aphrodite: WELL! Welcome to the fold of insaneness! I'm flattered, that I am! I hope you enjoy the next couple of chapters!

Okaysie, and to all others, THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! Now, in celebration of my one-year anniversary (not really, but what the whosits!) and getting over 100 reviews, here is my:

LONG CHAPTER-LIKE-THING!!! WOOOHOOO!!!

All four sugar high Z-Fighters were laying on the ground in a sunshine filled meadow, with the birds fluttering, and the deer grazing. It was peaceful.

"Okay, your turn."

"BOOM!!"

"Heh.....no one needed that pole, did they?"

Suddenly, a whole bunch of short, Native Americans from that little annoyance's tribe came running over and said:

"WHO KILLED THAT?!"

"I did. Why? OH GOD! Did I hurt the eco-system by choking an egg on the banks of Plum Creek?!" Gohan said, clasping his hands over his mouth.

All the Native Americans stared.

"Why, Cindy! Your little girl, Gordon, killed a box! You shall have to have a talk with his father!" Piccolo said to Goku.

"From my professional opinion, this is all mass hysteria, brought on by both mental and physical stress on your left leg in December. It's all a 'group hallucination'. I suggest that you all suck a lemon while singing Hats off to You, Queen George, three times, and in Latin," Vegeta said, and sat on the ground to meditate on the reasons of Pudding.

The Tribe shrugged and walked back to their little teepee things. But when they were half way there, the lookout, having its support system desecrated, fell on their village, though no one was hurt. Then they turned, and started chucking arrows at the Z Fighters. (A/N: For anyone who may think I'm being biased out there, I'm not. I'm not, in any way, trying to put Native Americans at some sort of ridicule. I have a friend who is N.A. Thanks.)

"NUUUU! The Putonians are rebelling, King Vegeta!" Goku said.

"Holy cheese on rye, slathered in mayo, topped with some lettuce and tomato, with a tooth pick in the middle, with desert as a piece of pie! Let's get outta here!" Vegeta said, and started to jump away.

"They're gaining on us," screamed Piccolo, jumping harder.

"Oooo, look, a penny!" Gohan said.

"WHERE! GET OFF, YOU ODD GOAT, IT'S MINE!!!" Vegeta said, and punched a tree.

Suddenly, Goku flew past them all and said, "LOOK!! I'M PETER PAN!! WHO WANTS TO BE TINKERBELL?!"

"OH! OH! Pick me!!" Piccolo said, and then said. "Tlinky, tlinky tink!" and flew up next to Goku.

"I'll be Michael, and you can be John!" Said Vegeta, and they all flew off to Satan City.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the kindergarten teacher had just gotten back from therapy, when all four Z-Fighters swooped in, and said, "THE MATRIX IS RELODED, SO GO KILL BILL, ELLA WHO'S ALL ENCHANTED AND STUFF!!"

So the teacher walked out of the building, and back to therapy.

"Wha happened to da teachow?" said a little kid.

"She went to a galaxy far, far away, Luke, I am your Father," said Piccolo.

"We'll be teaching you for the remainder of forever, so fly away, young house on the prairie," Gohan said.

Goku burst into tears and said, "They grow up so fast....." *********************************************************************** Okay, I'm done! I hope that one was longer. SEE YA!