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**Paul and Shindo storm through FUNimation's HQ, fighting their way to the very top of the gleaming steel and glass structure. When sudenly, out of nowhere…**

Gen Fukunaga: **synched badly, as if done by his own company** "Hey, what are you doing here, you swarthy Englishmen?"

Paul: "Hahahaha! Your time has come!"

Shindo: "Yeah, lets get him, lads!"

Paul: **looking behind him** "We have lads?"

Shindo: "… Uh… good point. Lets get medieval on his arse!"

Paul: "Dude, leave his arse alone!"

Shindo: **sighs** "Just get 'im!"

**Paul and Shindo jump on Gen and start heat-butting him to a pulp, with cries of "Whey-aye!"**

Gen: "No… Must… use…"

Shindo: "No, he's reaching for his Mighty Weapon!"

Paul: "Ew!"

Shindo: "… Not like that, you tool! He's going for his FUNimation pen of absolute dubbing!"

Paul: **Gasps** "No, oh god no!"

Gen: BWA-HA-HA-HA… **choke, choke, cough, hack** "I really must give up smoking…"

Paul: "Quick, whilst he's choking on his own tar and phlegm!"

Shindo: "Already one step ahead of you 'ole buddy!"

**Shindo reaches into his jacket and steals the deeds to DBZ**

Shindo: "I got them! I got them!"

Paul: "LEGGIT!"

**Paul and Shindo quickly turn about and run away like the cowards they are**

Chapter 4 - Let The Android Do The Talking

"What you guys need, is a manager."

"Yeah, you said that already…" Vegeta said with a yawn as 18 peeled her self from the wall and strutted over to them. Cukumbri poked her head around the door and smiled.

"Hi Raditz," she cooed.

"Hi Cukumbri," Raditz answered, waving his tail at her. She responded with a blush and a giggle before running off, presumably to the kitchen.

"So what is it a manager will do for us?" Goku asked, perched on the amp, his legs dangling.

"I'll… I mean, your manager will make sure you get the gigs you need, as well as a contract with a large multi-national music record label," 18 said. Mirai flicked his hair to the side.

"Will that mean… money?"

"Oh yes," 18 said nodding.

"What sort of person are we looking for, to be our manager?" Raditz asked.

"Well, aggressive, mean spirited, a hard bargain…"

"In other words… you." Vegeta said, flatly.

"You bet your ass, sweety," 18 said with a smile. Vegeta blinked as his mind tried to forget the fact that the artificial serving wench just referred to his posterior and to his person as "sweety".

"Anyway, if we did take you on as our manager, what would the first thing tat you would do?" Raditz asked.

"Why, get a you a gig at Orangestar High School, of course," 18 said with a smile that was altogether far too sweet.

"Orangestar High Scgool?!" Cried Gohan, almost falling of his stool behind the drum kit.

"Hmmm… " mused Vegeta, thinking this over.

"I hear that place is always looking for bands, for all the parties and stuff," Goku said, scratching his head.

"But…"

"Yes, just think of it," 18 purred. "All those influential teenagers talking about that abnd that played there."

"But…"

"You'd be in the school magazine also," 18 prompted.

"But…"

"Yes, this could be what we're looking for," Chuckled vegeta.

"But…"

"But what!" Vegeta shouted, wheeling around on Gohan.

"It's Orangestar High School!" Gohan cried,

"I fail to see the problem," Vegeta said flatly.

"Trunks, Goten and Applor are enrolled at Orangestar High School!" Gohan shouted slowly.

Vegeta's face dropped. "That I see as a problem…"

"We could always not allow them to go to the party…" a voice rumbled.

"And how do we stop a trio of Super Saiyans, huh?!" Vegeta asked, turning and looking up to the peaks of Mount Brolli.

"We tie them up," the Legendary said with a grin and glint in his eyes. Everybody took several steps away form him.

"Yes…" Vegeta said with a chuckle. "Yes, that will work nicely." The chuckle quickly evolved into a laugh, which then transformed into a bout of manic laughter. One by one, everybody in the room joined in the laughter, although not quite as manically as Vegeta. Goku paused mid-laugh and blinked.

"What are we laughing at?" he had barely got the words out when Vegeta's hurled bass hit him in the side of the head, resulting with a rather musical squawking-twang that reverberated from the amplifiers.

"Get out!"

** * ** * **

Applor, Trunks and Goten idly sat slumped on the couch, Trunks thumb pressing the Remote Control for the television set, flicking through channels, the trio chanting "Boring," at every channel they came to. Nature documentary after nature documentary flicked past the screen, broken up by the occasional history program boasting about how Hercule Satan saved the world by beating that monster Cell.

Another channel came on and Trunks was about to change over when something caught his eye. Hercule was prancing about the stage in leathers, wearing more gold than usual, and a pair of shades over his eyes. Trunks frowned and turned the volume up, a little bit so that they could here what was being said. Or, in this case, rapped.

"Yeah, uh-huh! Now who rules! Uh-huh, oh yeah!" Hercule cried, doing the infamous victory sign.

The trio stared at the TV in disbelief at what they were seeing as Hercule slinked across the music video, dancing jerkily and rapping his 'song', his lips not even moving in time with the words. By some sort of miracle, 18 walked into the room and stood in front of the TV, blocking the boys' sight. They blinked, looked at each other and screamed in fear before taking control of themselves again.

"What on earth are you doing?!" 18 said, looking at them bewildered.

"That loudmouth Hercule's on TV," Trunks pointed out.

"So? He's always on TV," 18 said with a sigh.

"I know, but this time he's singing," Goten urged. 18 frowned and looked behind her at the Television, and sure enough, there was Hercule ponsing about, trying to look like a rapper. 18 shuddered before turning back around to the three boys.

"I need you three to do me a favour," 18 asked.

"Uh… what kind off favour?" Trunks asked, looking up.

"Well, I need you to look after Marron for me, just a for a few hours in couple of days time," 18 said simply. The three kids conferred amongst themselves in hushed whispers, then turned back to 18 and nodded in unison.

"Sure, okay," Applor said, elected spokesman for the Chibi Party.

"Great. Be at my house on Thursday…"

"Wait a minute, Thursday?" Trunks interrupted.

"Yeah, Thursday," 18 repeated.

"We're busy on Thursday…" Goten said nervously. 18 was frightening at the best of times.

"Well, you've already agreed to it, so there's no backing out now," she replied.

"We didn't sign any contract, lady." Applor said boldly.

Shit! 18 swore to herself. They won't back out of the party to baby-sit for me… hmmm…

"I could make it worth your while…" 18 purred, smiling.

"We don't take bribes," Trunks said flatly.

"I wasn't going to bribe you," the Android replied with political smoothness. "I was going to give you full-access to our fridge."

"You mean it?" Goten asked, his little face lighting up.

"Sure," 18 said and smiled.

"Full-access, no items barred?" Applor asked.

"Of course."

"Gentleman, a word please," Trunks said, and the trio went back into a huddle.

"This is a trick," Trunks hissed, sneaking a light-speed glance at Android 18 as she smiled at the boys, with what Trunks thought of as a smile so sickly it would make even Vegeta think about kicking a puppy.

"But, the food…" Goten whimpered.

"The food is a distraction," Trunks hissed. "She obviously wants us to stay away from that party."

"And did you notice that she came out of the Gravity room?" Applor added.

Trunks nodded. "Yeah. Whatever it is our fathers are up to, she's part of it as well."

"So… that means they'll be there as well?" Goten asked.

"Probably," Trunks mused, then cracked a wicked grin. "That'll give us the perfect opportunity to get our own back."

"Yeah!" Goten hissed. "Lets go to that party!"

The three turned back, and 18 watched as Trunks cleared his throat.

"Although your little… " Trunks hesitated as he thought of the choice word. "offer to give us free-reign of the fridge on Thursday is very appealing, we have higher things to think of."

"What?" 18 asked, looking slightly confused.

"Our dates will kill us," Applor explained.

"Oh I see…" 18 said. Curses!  "Oh well, looks like we'll have to dump her on Roshi."

"Okay then," Goten said as 18 turned and headed back towards the corridor. The three waited until she was out of sight when they all turned to look at each other on the sofa.

"This is so going to rock!" Applor grinned.

"Yeah… but she must have been really desperate, to offer us the fridge and all," Trunks considered.

"What do you think they're try next?" Goten asked.

"Nothing short of brute force," Trunks said sternly. "We're not letting anything stop us from going to that party!"

Applor laughed. "And besides, who' going to stop Atenks?"

The three fell quiet as a name fell into their minds, then together they shrieked: "Brolli!"

** * ** * **

"Well?" Vegeta asked as 18 stepped through the doorway. She shook her head.

"Shit!" Raditz hissed.

"Looks like we're going to have to go to plan B," Vegeta said, thumping his hand into the palm of his fist.

"But… we don't have a plan B," Goku said, hopping down from the amplifier.

"Oh yes we do, Kakkarot. It's just your simplistic mind can't remember it," Vegeta said and turned away.

"What is it then?" Goku asked.

"Not telling," Vegeta sniffed.

"Awww, go on!" Goku pleaded.

"Kakkarot, I wouldn't tell you even if you were the last Saiyan alive," replied Vegeta.

"That's true," mused Goku. "You didn't tell me anything even when I WAS the last Saiyan alive."

"Anyway!" Gohan shouted. "We don't know that we definitely have the gig yet!"

"Pfft, always the pessimist!" Vegeta snorted, then wheeled about to confront 18. "You'll sort that out for us, won't you?"

"Of course," 18 smiled. "I'm not your manager for nothing you know."

Vegeta smiled evilly. "That's what I like to hear, now go to that school and get us a gig!"

"But…"

"What is it this time, Gohan?!" Vegeta snapped.

"It's a Sunday."

"So?"

"School's closed over the weekend," Gohan said simply. Vegeta stood silent for a moment, then shuddered.

"Typical human institutes, you don't need them, and then when you really need them, they're closed."

"I know, remember that time we had to go to hospital because Bulma poisoned us accidentally with her stew…"

"And you feinted at the site of a cardiac needle lying on the counter, yes I remember that well, Kakkarot," said Vegeta with a chuckle.

"No, that's the time you got drunk on the Lookout and fell off," corrected Goku.

"He fell off?" Nappa asked. "You mean you pushed him!"

"Me? I did not!" Goku cried, going pale.

"He pushed me?!" Vegeta cried, going Super.

"Yes, he thought it would be funny," Turlus sighed.

"How was I supposed to know you were to drunk to remember how to fly!" Goku cried defensively.

"Kakkarot," Vegeta growled, "one of these days I'm going to sneak into your bed chamber when you're asleep and stick you full of needles."

"Well there was no need for that," Mirai said a minute later after the smoke had cleared down.

"I didn't know he would fly off through the roof like that!" Vegeta said, dusting himself down.

"I'll go find him and calm him down," Gohan sighed, powering up and flying off through the hole in the ceiling and into the evening sky.

"You don't have to…" Vegeta murmured.

"Yes he does, he's our guitarist," Raditz said.

"Drat. But he doesn't have to be!" Vegeta whined.

"Who else is going to play the guitar?" Mirai asked.

"Uh… Tomatta?" Vegeta asked.

"No way!"

"Nappa?"

"Count me out!"

"Brolli?"

"You want me to wear that school uniform?! Fuck right off!"

"Damnit… Turlus? Would you like a shot at…"

"Nope."

"I hate it when  have to depend on Kakkarot! Vegeta growled.

"Oh well, we may as well practice," Raditz said.

"Without a lead guitarist or drummer?" Mirai asked.

"I can fill in for Gohan for a little while," Turlus said. "And you don't need a lead guitarist, Raditz'll just have to play both parts, that's all."

"That should be easy enough, but can you drum?" Raditz asked Turlus.

"Sure, I've seen Gohan do it enough. Shouldn't be a problem," Turlus replied.

"Sure, I bet that's what your goons said about fighting Kakkarot's little minions," Vegeta sniggered.

"Listen, do you want to train or not?" Turlus asked.

"Yes," Vegeta sighed and picked up his freshly-stringed bass, then 18 cleared her throat.

"What is it?" Raditz asked, looking across.

"When do you want me to see about this gig?" she asked.

"Oh… uh… tomorrow morning should be fine," Vegeta said, plucking at the new string.

"Okay, I'll see the headmaster at the high school about getting you a gig on Thursday," 18 said then headed out the door. Vegeta punched the air in triumph.

"We're on our way, lads!"

** * ** * **

The rest of the night passed without a hitch, well, mostly. Turlus proved to be a fairly adequate drummer, although his mischievous-side did cause him a tendency to speed up the tempo of the songs slightly. Vegeta decided enough was enough when they went through several songs in about five minutes, and blasted him through the wall and into Bulma's workshop, where she was busy testing some sort of weird device.

When Goku and Gohan returned, they took up their positions silently, though they soon got into the flow of things. Gohan's arms blurred as he drummed, and the two Saiyan brothers started loafing about across the Gravity chamber, aided by Infra-red leads from their amps to their guitars, leaving them able to fly about, somersault, and even attack each other.

Their first training session was a success, despite Vegeta breaking a further three strings during the course of the night, and attack Goku when they had a disagreement over which song to play next. Vegeta wanted to try his hand at 'Waste My Hate', where as Goku wanted to play "Who Wants To Live Forever", a song he thought Vegeta would enjoy playing. What he didn't expect was to have the Prince's jet-black bass thrown at his head for the second time that night.

The next morning, 18 stuck to her agreement, and flew to the mainland, and from there headed towards Satan City quickly, not wanting to be late for her first day at school, as it were. The mountains and cities flashed past quickly under her as she flew across the country side, and then skidded to a halt as a large expanse of metropolis stretched out below her.

"This must be it…" she mused. "Huh, it's not that big."

Dropping quickly from the sky, she landed in a back-alley and emerged into the light of the street tidying her hair. She ignored the strange glances from several people, as she walked down the street, searching for the kai signatures of the three trouble-causing Saiyans. She turned about, trying not to look like an idiot, and walked back down the street she'd just came from, and towards the three signals.

She arrived at a the gates to a large building and looked up, seeing the name stretched over a cast-iron fence with high railings.

"Sheesh, it looks like a jail…" 18 said shaking her head with a chuckle. "It'll take more than that to keep a Saiyan in!"

Casually, she opened a gate and strolled up the path to the large double door of the school, looking about as teenagers on free periods lounged about on the grass in the sunny weather, the younger ones running about playing games. She smiled, beside her self, as she pushed open the glass door, the portal swinging inwards. Glancing about into the shadowed lobby, 18 made her way across to the reception.

"Can  help you?" asked the blonde air-head behind the desk.

"Yes, you can show me where the Headmaster's Office is," 18 said dryly.

"I can't show you, but I can tell you," the receptionist said with a giggle.

"Whatever, just hurry up."

"My, aren't we a moody one," the receptionist giggled again before giving 18 the directions. The android left without saying thank-you and headed through the school, her kai-senses alert for the three signatures that were bound to cause trouble if they saw her.

Turning right onto a stairwell, a kid ran into her, bouncing back off her body and landing on his rear.

"Hey, watch it!" 18 snapped, glaring down at the teenage schoolboy.

"S-sorry!" the kid said, shocked. He narrowed his own eyes. "Hey, you're number 18, aren't you?"

"So?"

"So, you lost to Hercule!"

18's face went red with rage. "I did not loose! Let him win!"

"Yeah, sure ya did! Like a girl could ever win the Martial Arts Tournament!" the kid sneered. 18 gave him a death-glare before stepping over him and walking away, her fists clenched so tightly that they went white. Quickly she walked away, making her way through the school, ignoring the hushed comments as people recognized her and trying to keep her cool. Eventually, she came to the Headmaster's office ad opened the door. She stepped into the antechamber, a secretaries desk lining one wall, and opposite her a line of chairs. Three of the five were occupied by students, their heads hung in fear. One of them was praying.

She walked through the room and was about to open the door to the office when the receptionist barked:

"The principle's in a meeting!"

"Bite me, you old hag," 18 yelled back and opened the door. She looked ito the room and saw the Principle and a cluster of parents around his desk.

"… and we at Orangestar High School don't tolerate THAT sort of perversity. It will take the school nurse at least a week to recover… " the principle was saying. He looked up and saw 18. "Can I help you, Miss?"

"Mizz, actually," 18 snarled. That quip from the brat had left her in a very bad mood.

"I'm sorry, Mizz…"

"Here, you're 18, aren't you? The one who lost to Hercule Satan few years ago…"

"Shut up and get out!" 18 screamed, pointing at the door. The parents scrabbled to get out of the room, two of the larger members getting stuck in the door, only managing to get out after 18 slammed the door on them, sending them hurling across the antechamber, and knocking the door off its hinges in the process.

"Uh… can I help you, Mizz?" the principle asked, trying to dig through his chair with his shoulder blades.

"Yes, as a matter of fact you can. First of all, I want you to give several students extra homework on Thursday night, to be handed in Friday morning," 18 said.

"O-of course!" the Principle said.

"Secondly, you can hire a band, known as Death Saiyan, to play at the school party on the same night," said 18. The principle paused.

"Uh… we already have a band booked…"

"Cancel them then!" 18 yelled. The Principle jumped in fright and hid behind the chair.

"Y-yes m–m-madam," he stuttered.

"Good… that's all you an do for me then," 18 chuckled and turned around.

"Uh… M-mizz?"

"What?" 18 said, pausing in the doorway.

"Uh… what's the name of the pupils?"

"Oh yes, I almost forgot," 1 said with an unpleasant smile. "Trunks Briefs, Goten Son, and Applor."

The principle groaned. "Oh them."

** * ** * **

"Vegeta, do we have to have a practice session this early?" Goku complained.

"What do you mean, early?" Vegeta asked. "You usually get up early to spar with your brother!"

"Yes, but that's fighting!" Goku said. "And Chi-Chi always makes us a good meal afterwards."

Vegeta paused for thought. "Well, just think of this as fighting with instruments."

"Wow, playing guitar will actually make me stronger?" Goku asked, amazed.

"Yes, Kakkarot, it will," answered. Vegeta. Well, it was technically true. The muscles around his wrists would get a little stronger from all the plucking and holding of strings. And then there was the weight of the guitars, and the equipment. And the jumping around like idiots that Kakkarot and his weakling brother did was bound to do something, wasn't it?

"Cool, we should start training earlier, then!" Goku cried, seizing his guitar with renewed enthusiasm.

"Goku, you're so Naïve…" Mirai said shaking his head, his hair covering the large grin o his face. All this hanging around with his father and his younger self were having a bad effect on the savior from the future, he was sure of it.

"Alright then," Gohan said, holding his drum sticks aloft. "'Every Little Thing Counts'! 3, 2, 1, lets jam!" he said, counting them in. Goku, Raditz and Vegeta started pounding at the strings as Gohan started hammering out the beat, leaving Mirai to fill in with the vocals.

"I'm too out there, to be here all the time. Does it mean, that I don't wanna stay! Anybody, can get talked to when they're not down, does it mean that I don't feel the same?

"It's so hard, it's so hard to stay alive! When there's no room to breathe!"

"And you stay alive, you sta-a-a-y a-a-a-live!" Trunks sang, the others joining in with the chorus as Trunks thrashed his head, the lilac hair flailing about.

The song came to an end with Gohan clashing a symbol and a power chord from the guitars and bass. Trunks looked up with a grin, and laughed.

"Man, that was excellent! Lets try something else upbeat!" he cried excitedly.

"If I were you, I would sort out a play list for your gig on Thursday," 18 purred.

"Thursday?!" Raditz asked. "So soon?"

"Relax, you guys were good enough for a lousy High School party," 18 said.

"Pfft, you're just saying that because you're our manager," Vegeta sneered, then caught her gaze. "Or maybe not…"

"Listen, you guys aren't bad. Better than those punks that go about calling themselves bands these days, at least." 18 said.

"You think so?" Goku asked.

"You have heard the sort of stuff those three listen to, right?" Everybody nodded solemnly. "Then it's settled! Orangestar High School, 6 O' Clock in the evening, Thursday night. Got it?"

"Yes, 18," Vegeta said, rolling his eyes. The android stared at the Saiyan Prince for a moment.

"Is there something different about you, Vegeta?" she asked after a while.

"No…?" Vegeta said, suddenly becoming aware of himself.

"That's your Saiyan armour you're wearing, isn't it?" 18 asked.

"Maybe..."

" Except you've painted it black…"

"Maybe…"

"Vegeta?"

"Yes?"

"Why?"

"No reason…" Vegeta shuffled his fete under her stare. He knew he was more powerful than her by several million levels in power, but for some reason he felt as though he had just been caught blasting low-level weakling peasants by his father, and scolded for showing a poor example to his people.

"Why, Vegeta?" 18 asked again.

"mumblemumblemumble," said Vegeta.

"What was that?"

"I said ''cos I felt like it'" Vegeta mumbled.

"That's better. See you later," and with that, 18 turned around, leaving the Gravity Chamber. For a brief second, just before the sound-proofing re-activated, Vegeta was sure he could here 18 laughing hysterically.

"I'll get you, you demented over-grown toaster… I'll get you…"

"Uh… Vegeta?"

"Yes, Raditz?"

 "Why did you paint your armour black?"

"Just drop it, will you?" Vegeta snapped. "And get back to jamming, we've only got another three days before we start our way up the musical ladder!"

"I thought we were doing this to fight against The Noise?" Goku said.

"The Noise is currently at the top of the musical ladder, Kakkarot!"

"So why don't we just kick out the ladder from under it?" Goku asked.

"I was speaking metaphorically…" Vegeta sighed.

"Meta-what… OW!" Goku cried, clutching his head as a twisted chord sprang out the amps and Vegeta's bass bounced away.

"Get out!"

** * ** * **

AN: Well, that's chapter four posted. NOW REVIEW! Oh yes, and please, I need more suggestions on songs. Put them in the reviews. C'mon, you MUST want to see  afavourite rock song of yours put up on this story! And Elbereth, your request has been accepted. One Fine Day (title may be changed) WILL feature in this fic somewhere. I promise.

-Paul