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Announcer Guy: "Last time, on the Paul n Shindo Show!
**Scenes of Paul 'n Shindo beating up Gen and stealing the Deeds to DBZ**
Announcer Guy: "And now back to the show..."
**Paul and Shindo stand in a ring of candles amidst a shadow-filled room. In Shindo's hand, is the contracts, deeds and other legal bindings that one needs to own DBZ**
Voice in the Darkness: "So… you have the… merchandise?"
Shindo: "Yep."
Voice: "Is it… is it real?"
Paul: "I bloody hope so, we went through a lot of work to get this."
Shindo: "Yeah, -ing airplane tickets to –ing Japan don't grow on trees you –ing know!"
Voice: **sounding confused** "What does "ing" mean?"
Paul: "Don't ask…"
Voice #2: "Whatever it is, it sounds disrespectful."
Voice: "We don't like disrespect."
Paul: "Tough. Do you have the cash, or don't you?"
Voice: "We may have, although that looks like quite a lot of documentation for one anime."
Shindo: "We haven't had a chance to have a look yet… hmmm, what's this…" **Shindo studies the documentation** "Argh!"
Paul: "What?!"
Shindo: "It's… it's…"
Voice #2: "It's what?"
Shindo: **wailing** "It's the deeds to the English dubs of Dragonball GT!"
Voice: "Quick, burn it!"
Voice #2: "Indeed! Such a heinous thing must be cleaned by holy fire!"
**Shindo quickly scrumples up DBGT and tosses it into the ring of candles, where it quickly burns**
Voice: "Good. Not only have to rid the world of that filth, but we have acquired the most popular anime ever!"
**The two voices in the darkness burst into evil laughter**
Voice: "Now the we have completed our mission, BWAHAHAHAHA!"
Voice #2: "Yes, now the BBC shall be popular again!"
Paul and Shindo: "No! What have we done?!"
Chapter 5: Awaken (a.k.a., Vegeta's Crazy Dream)
"Right, are we finished yet?" Vegeta demanded, lowering his bass. The band had been practicing for most of the night, and although they weren't tired, Vegeta was getting bored now.
"Sure, I guess so," Goku said with a shrug.
"I'm done," Raditz agreed.
"Ok, let's call it a nigh then gang," Mirai said, sliding the microphone back into the stand and slumped onto the floor. The others stowed their gear as switched off the amps before sauntering away to their various homes. Mirai stood up and nodded goodnight to his father, heading straight up to his bedroom, pausing in on Trunks' bedroom to say goodnight and talk with his younger self. The pair saw each other as brothers, in a weird freaky kind of way. They have been the same person, right down to the genetic structure, but they were so different when it came to personality. Trunks liked Mirai for his good nature and hair, whilst Mirai liked Trunks for his sense of humour and strength of character.
Vegeta waited until everybody was out the Gravity Chamber before cackling to himself hysterically.
"This is it, Kakkarot!" he laughed. "Come Thursday, I shall show you that I! Vegeta! Am the greatest guitarist of them all! BWAHAHAHA!"
Stalking out the Gravity Chamber, he took a quick shower before heading to bed. He had just stepped out the bathroom when a certain lilac-haired individual crept out of his Bedroom.
"Trunks, what the hell do you think you were doing in my bedroom?" Vegeta snapped. Trunks' head spun about, and a guilty expression spread across his face.
"I, uh, uh…." Trunks stammered. He'd been caught out, and he couldn't think of an excuse!
"I've told you before," Vegeta snarled. "I'm not going to tell you what we are doing!"
It was all Trunks could do to not sigh with relief.
"Yes father, I'm sorry. Goodnight," Trunks said and hurried off to his own bedroom.
"Goodnight, my son," Vegeta said, shaking his head, a sly smile crossing over his mouth. "Little brat, he takes after his father so much, heh, heh, heh."
The Prince slipped into the bedroom quietly, as not to disturb the sleeping Bulma, and slipped out of his dressing gown and under the covers. Taking a quick drink of water from the bottle on the bedside, he lay on his back and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.
** * ** * **
Vegeta walked through the double automatic glass doors, the hydraulics hissing as they closed behind him. Ahead of him was a counter, behind which was a girl with long golden hair standing with her back to him. He strode forwards, holding a cage up high.
"I wish to make a complaint!" Vegeta yelled as he reached the desk. When the girl didn't move, Vegeta growled and cleared his throat.
"Hello, miss!"
"What do you mean, 'miss'?!" the girl said turning around.
"I'm sorry, I have a cold," Vegeta said flatly, then almost choked as he saw her face, a face that was devoid of eyebrows. "Kakkarot?!"
"Hi Veggie!" Goku cried cheerfully, his long Super Saiyan 3 hair waving as he waved.
"I told you not to call me that!" Vegeta growled. "Anyway… I wish to make a complaint!"
"Sorry, we've closed for lunch," Goku said hurriedly and tried to turn away again.
"Never mind that, my lad!" Vegeta snapped, reaching across the counter with his free hand and seizing Goku by the hair before he could move away. "I wish to complain about this Namek that I purchased not 'alf an hour ago from this very boutique!"
"Ah yes, the… uh… Piccolo Green? What, uh, wrong with it?" Goku asked, looking at the Namek lying stiffly at the bottom of the cage, arms and legs folded in a meditating position.
"I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad," Vegeta said flatly. "It's dead, that's what's wrong with it."
"No, no. It's mediating," replied Goku.
"Look matey. I know a dead Namek when I see one…" said Vegeta, holding the cage aloft between the two of them. "Well, I'm looking at one right now,"
"No, no! It's not dead, squire, it's resting! Remarkable race, the Piccolo Green! Beautiful pigment!"
"The pigment don't enter it!" Vegeta snarled. "He's stone dead!"
"No, no! He's resting," Goku countered.
Vegeta looked at Goku for some time with his eyes narrowed, then said: "Alright then… If he's resting, I'll wake him up!"
Vegeta leant closer to the cage so that his face was pressed up against the bars and screamed.
"Allo' Polly Piccolo!!! I've got a lovely bag of senzu beans here for…"
"There! he moved!" Goku said excitedly.
"No he didn't!" Vegeta said, exasperated at this new event. "That was you hitting the cage!"
"I never!"
"Yes you did!" Vegeta cried, then leaned back to the cage. "Allo Polly! Wakey Wakey!" Vegeta screamed again, then opened the cage and took Piccolo out of it, held him by the feet and slammed him down onto the counter.
"Testing!" Vegeta cried, hitting Piccolo repeatedly off of the counter. "Show a leg! This is your Nine O' Clock Alarm Call!"
Vegeta started belting the Namek off the corner, the floor, and the wall for several more minutes as Goku watched, his eyes wide with shock. Vegeta calmed down and threw the stiff Namek back into its cage and glared at Goku, as he stared transfixed at the battered Piccolo.
"No, no. He's stunned." Goku said triumphantly.
"Stunned??!!"
"Yeeeeeeaaaaaah!" Goku said. "You stunned him just as he was waking up! Piccolo Greens stun easily!"
"Now listen, Kakkarot," snarled Vegeta. "I've had enough of this! That Namek is definitely deceased! And when I purchased, him not 'alf and hour ago, you assured me that his total lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a prolonged whinge!"
"Oh, he's, uh, he's probably pinning for the lookout," Goku explained, scratching the back of his head.
"Pining for the Lookout?! Pining for the Lookout??!!" What kind of talk is that?!" Vegeta cried. "Look! Why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got him home!"
"The Piccolo Green prefers meditating on his back! Remarkable race, ay squire? Beautiful scalage!" Goku added desperately.
"Look, I took the liberty of examining that Namek when I got it home, and I discovered that the only reason that it had been sitting on its stool in the first place was that it had been nailed there!" Vegeta remarked.
"Well…" said Goku, "of course it had been nailed there! If I hadn't of nailed that Namek down, it would have muscled up to them bars, bent 'em apart with it's antenna, and voom!"
"Voom?!" cried Vegeta, "Voom?! Mate, this Namek wouldn't go voom if you put four million volts through it! It's bleeding demised!"
"No noooo!" Goku said, waving his hands dismissively. "He's pinning!"
"He's not pinning, he's passed on! This Namek is no more! He has ceased to be! It's a stiff! Derift of life! He rests in peace! He's snuffed it! He's up the twig and kicked the bucket! He's shuffled off this mortal coil! Drawn the curtains! And joined the bleeding choir invisible! He's extinct!" Vegeta paused for a breath. "In entirety, this is an Ex-Namek!"
Goku looked at Vegeta for a while and sniffed. "Well, I'd better replace it then," he said, snatching the cage from Vegeta's hand and hurling it through the wall.
Vegeta sighed and leant against the counter as Goku headed into the back room. "If you want to do anything right in this world, you have to go: nyeeeeeeeeah! Nyeeah nyeeah nyeaaaaah…" He stopped screeching as Goku returned.
"Sorry squire," Goku said apologetically, "I've just had a look and we're right out of Nameks."
"I see! I see! I get the picture!" Vegeta shouted, straightening up.
"I got a slug," Goku said, holding up Yajirobe by the hair. Vegeta paused, then peered closer at the dangling fat Samurai.
"Does it talk?" he asked, wearily.
"Not really… it more sort of complains and watches TV," said Goku.
"Well it's scarcely a replacement then, is it??!!" Vegeta yelled, Goku's hair flying out behind him. The rampant Prince then seized Yajirobe and started beating it off the wall. "Bleeding Slug!"
"Listen Veggie…" Goku said, a sorrowful expression on his face. Vegeta paused what he was doing and looked at the third-class Saiyan.
"I didn't want to be a pet shop owner!" Goku cried. "I wanted to be… A Spice Girl!"
"Oh, shut up!" Vegeta said, hitting Goku over the head with Yajirobe before grabbing the Saiyan's long golden hair and dragging him away. "I'm telling you, you can't get decent service anywhere these days…"
** * ** * **
Vegeta woke up in a cold sweat and panting; that had been the single worst dream he had ever had in his life! Beside him, Bulma mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over so that her back was facing him. Vegeta muttered a curse to Kakkarot and the Namek, before reaching over for the bottle of water and took a drink to quench the dry thirst building up in the back of his throat.
"That was fucked up…" whispered Vegeta under his breath and slumped back onto his pillows, shuddering at the thought of wanting to buy a Namek from Kakkarot, before dozing back off to sleep.
** * ** * **
"Vegeta, you look awful!" Raditz said as Vegeta slumped into the Gravity room. His eyes were bloodshot and his usually perfectly jet-black flame-like hair was ruffled.
"Heh, hey Vegeta!" Goku called. "Looks like you're having a bad hair day!"
"The Prince of All Saiyans does not have bad hair days…" Vegeta muttered, slouching past Goku and his brother, taking his position behind and to the left of his son.
"There's definitely something wrong," Brolli muttered to Tomatta.
"I know," Goku's cousin replied, "Vegeta would never pass on a chance to scream at Goku…"
"I'm scared!" Nappa wailed and clung onto Brolli.
"Get off me, you weakling Elite!" the Legendary snarled, shoving the bald Saiyan away.
"Hold me!" Nappa sniveled.
"Moron…" Brolli muttered, turning his back on the Prince's old companion, as Raditz started a chuga-chuga rhythm on his guitar.
"1, 2, Ah 1, 2, 3, 4!" Gohan cried, counting them in on his drum sticks.
Goku's arm flashed down as he struck a series of chords, opening up with a simplistic riff, but it sounded good too. Raditz and Vegeta struck into the song, delivering a couple of hi-pitched chords at the end of Goku's riff. Then Gohan's drums beat out a simple rhythm, before Trunks opened up on the microphone with simple vocals.
"All I need is a TV show, that and the radio! Down on my luck again, down on my luck again!"
The song carried on, Raditz keeping up the chuga-chuga rhythm, Vegeta's bass backing up the taller, weaker Saiyan's guitar. Goku's fingers moved across the strings easily, his plectrum plucking at the chords and individual strings with ease. The song picked up weight and thundered on its course, the strength of the Saiyan's chords giving extra loudness to the music, and it wasn't long before the amps crashed through the barrier between what humans called 'music' and 'pain'. Solid walls of sound were pulsing from the amplifiers, but still the band crashed onwards, despite the crackles of electricity arcing from guitar to guitar, the static in the air building so much that Vegeta's hair started to rise.
Then Vegeta moved too close to the speaker, the feedback screeching so high that the amp exploded violently, pieces of metal and smoking plastic blasting outwards, engulfing the princes head in a cloud of acrid smoke. Vegeta spluttered and waved his hand quickly to try and disperse the smoke from around his face.
Eventually, the cloud faded away, revealing a rather flustered and blackened Prince, his hair flattened straight back by the blast, so that his princely spikes were pointing behind him instead of up. Everybody stopped and took a look at him, then promptly fell back laughing as the acrid smoke dispersed around the room, leaving the distinct smell of burning hair and plastic in the chamber.
"Vegeta… your hair…" Raditz said between laughter, clutching his chest, trying to keep hiss ides from splitting.
"You like you just got dragged through a hedge backwards," spluttered Tomatta, laughing hard.
"Shut up, the lot of you!" Vegeta cried, clenching his fists tightly.
"But we can't help it," Goku chuckled. He looked up at Vegeta's expression, and burst out laughing harder,.
"That's it…" Vegeta rasped and stormed off. Mirai pulled himself up onto one knee and watched his father stride out of the room fuming, a disgusted expression on his face.
"I think I'd better go after him…" he said, hurrying after his father. The others just watched him leave, then resumed rolling about on the floor in laughter.
Brolli, laughing so hard that tears were rolling down his cheeks, sat upright suddenly, a look of panic on his face.
"She… she's here!" He cried, his eyes bulging lightly in alarm.
"Woah, what is it big fellah?" Goku asked, pulling himself up and looking at his former nemesis. A sound at the door made Goku turn around, and a cheerful voice rang out.
"Hi, have you guys seen Brolli?" Fru asked, stepping into the room and looking about.
"Yeah," Gohan said, turning to where Brolli was standing. "He's right he-" he stopped, gesturing to a patch of empty floor. "Well, he was here."
"Oh?" Fru asked, looking disappointed. "What a pity…"
"Can we give him a message?" Raditz asked, lying on his side, propping his head on his hand.
"Yes, tell him dinner will be ready around seven," Fru said and turned away. After she left, the Saiyans and Gohan all looked at each other and sniggered.
"Looks like Brolli has himself a girlfriend…" Gohan said eventually.
"Yeah, who'd have thought it? Brolli and her?" Goku said, scratching the back of his head.
"What's wrong with Fru?" Tomatta asked.
"Well, she's a lovely girl, and all, but… she can't cook!" Goku said with enough emotion in his voice to make that statement come in par with "She slaughters cute innocent little puppies for fun!" or "Hitler?! Sane?! Are you mad?!"
"You mean you didn't know?" Turlus asked Tomatta, standing up.
"No… why would I?" Goku's larger cousin asked.
"Well, you two are flat mates." Turlus reminded him.
"I know that, it's hard not to notice something like that," Tomatta said.
** * ** * **
Not long after The Incident' between Brolli and the Z Fighters, Bulma and Chi-Chi, between them, had decided that the new members of the gang, or the Rat pack, as Chi-Chi had labeled them, could no longer live in the Son Household and Capsule Corp. So, Bulma had volunteered to take them house-hunting. The girls, with Applor in tow, were easy to cater for, and she found them a nice little flat close to the Son's houses. Brolli and Tomatta, however, were quite the opposite, considering it's hard to find a flat that was big enough for two very large Saiyans.
The first flat they had visited, Brolli had become stuck in the doorway, and it had taken Tomatta to drag the Legendary out, with a large section of the wall coming with him. Bulma had muttered an apology to the pail saleswoman, and had made a hasty retreat, dragging two very confused-looking Saiyans behind her.
The next flat was equally a disaster, as Tomatta (naturally the wider of the two) had become stuck in the doorway and refused to budge. It took Bulma all her negotiating skills to stop Brolli from powering up into his Legendary (turquoise hair and black eyes, with the golden aura of a Super Saiyan and a power level to match) transformation to break him out of the wall. Of course, Bulma would not have minded if Brolli had opted to use some sort of leverage, but Oh-no, the exceptionally large Saiyan had said "Hold still, Tomatta. This won't hurt a bit," and had already formed a green ball of kai in his hand. Both Bulma and Tomatta screamed 'NO!' at the same time, and Brolli had subdued, after a lengthy period of nagging from Bulma.
Tomatta was eventually dragged out the doorway, again with a large section of wall in tow, and again Bulma apologised quickly to the estate agent before beating a hasty retreat, with two bemused Saiyans walking along behind her, having a pleasant conversation about the pros and cons of being Saiyans.
So far, the only 'cons' they had thought up was the food bill they got from restaurants and Saiyan Metabolism, which made getting drunk a lot harder as well.
The third apartment Bulma had taken them to see was such a disaster, Bulma almost broke down and cried. This one was a luxury apartment, and the estate agency had already called in some builders to make the doors wider, specially, for the Saiyan pair. It was so good, however, that as soon as Brolli and Tomatta had seen the inside, they had both rushed for the doorway. The enlarged doorway may have been big enough for one Saiyan going through at a time, but no way, not a chance on Earth, did the doorway have the slightest, most remote possible chance that it would allow both Brolli and Tomatta to enter the apartment at the same time.
The result was a two-Saiyan pileup in the doorway, and they were stuck tight.
Bulma screamed at the two warriors, the estate agent screamed at the tow warriors, and the two warriors screamed at each other. Eventually, Bulma and the estate agent ran out of breath, leaving Brolli and Tomatta to argue amongst themselves. The fighting became so intense, that the two blasted into Super right there in the doorway, the walls being shredded by the sheer force of the energy that erupted around the two Super Saiyans. Then they started fighting, and Brolli – inevitably – won, by one black eye and a bloody lip to nil.
Grudgingly, Bulma stormed off dragging two smug-looking Super Saiyans behind her. Bulma was now positive that they were doing this on purpose, that they were purposefully wrecking the apartments before they even moved into them so that Capsule Corp would have to pay the repair bills, eventually making Bulma give up, and allowing the two to stay where they were – namely; Tomatta with Goku, Raditz, Chi-Chi, Goten, and Brolli with Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Professor Briefs and Bunny.
Bulma was certain this wasn't going to happen, so the next day, in a last-ditch attempt, she took them to a small apartment on the edge of the city. The apartment was small, but the doorways had been widened due to its previous owner being disabled. Everything was easy-access, and if it wasn't, Bulma was going to damn-well make sure it was easy access, or at the very least, Saiyan-proof.
Brolli and Tomatta had peered through the doorway into the little flat, and somehow managed to get in without causing any damage to the doorframe and surrounding wall.
Bulma sighed with relief, and watched as the two large Saiyans poked around the rooms of the apartment. There were two bedrooms, one larger than the other, and immediately an argument broke out as to who the bigger room was going to belong to. Before the two had managed to get to the stage where they had each other by the throats, Bulma intervened and managed to come to a settlement.
"One, two three!" The pair cried, waving their fists on each count. On the third count, the two lowered their fist, each showing a simple gesture; the clenched fist, the flat palm, or the middle and index fingers spread, laid horizontally.
"Paper beats stone!" Bulma cried. "Brolli, you win!"
"I don't get this game…" Tomatta said with a frown. "Surely stone will beat paper, because… well… it's stone."
Bulma sighed. "Well, paper wraps stone up, you see," she said, explaining in very uncertain terms.
"And scissors can cut paper?" Brolli asked.
"Correct!" Bulma cried – Brolli had picked up the game on the fourth try, three tries ahead of Tomatta.
"And stone… blunts… scissors?" Tomatta asked with a frown.
"Have you ever tried cutting a stone with scissors?" Bulma asked putting her hands on her hips and looking up at Goku's cousin. Sometimes, she thought it was hard to believe he was almost as technologically minded as she was.
"Pah!" Brolli said. "Who needs scissors to cut rocks?"
"Yeah, we're Saiyans!" Tomatta said, looking up at Brolli and rolling his eyes.
"Of course," Bulma had replied flatly. "How could I possibly have forgotten…"
And so, the two Saiyans had settled down in the flat, Brolli having the larger bedroom, and Tomatta the smaller. The living room was large enough to let the two of them do their own thing, and neither of them could cook very well, but each enjoyed what they made for themselves. The two, it seemed, made a very odd couple indeed.
** * ** * **
"Then why don't you know about Brolli and Fru?!" Goku asked his cousin.
"Um, because he never said?" Tomatta replied, sarcasm oozing from his voice.
"Fair enough," Turlus muttered.
"So Brolli and Fru…" Nappa said. "Who'd of thought, ay?"
"I know, it's so weird," said Goku.
"Is it safe to come out yet?" Brolli rumbled. Everybody turned around and looked at an amplifier. Badly hidden behind it, was Brolli. Muscles bulged out from each side of the large black box.
"Yeah, she's gone," replied Raditz. "It's safe to come out, big guy."
"You sure?" Brolli asked again, one of the muscles shifting nervously.
"Positive," Goku said.
"I think she's gone to the kitchen," supplied Raditz.
"Why do you think that?" Turlus asked.
"It's what I'd do," said Raditz, simply.
"Good thinking, keep up the good work, Sherlock," Turlus said and turned around to see Brolli unfold from behind the amplifier.
"So… dude… you and Fru, eh?" Raditz said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Heh, heh, heh."
"What about us?" asked Brolli defensively, his eyes narrowing.
"Nothing!" yelped Raditz, diving behind his now-older-brother.
"Calm down, we're only interested, that's all." Goku said.
"Hmmm…" Brolli muttered.
"For a start, we want to know why you hid," Tomatta said, a smirk on his face.
"She scares me…" Brolli said, shuddering at some internal thought.
"Obviously," scoffed Gohan.
"Has anybody else noticed, that the mightiest warriors in the Universe seem to be controlled by their mates?" chuckled Turlus.
"Yeah… I've noticed that too," Raditz said, eying Gohan and Goku.
"Hey, Chi-Chi is a very scary woman when she's angry!" Goku said.
"And so's Videl," Gohan said, adding: "and that… f-frying pan!" Goku, Gohan, Raditz and Brolli shuddered simultaneously as Gohan mentioned the 'F' word.
"I swear those things are magically imbued by some sort of mystical power, from a source so mythic that nobody knows whence it came and whom crea… what?" Goku asked as every turned and looked at him. "It was just a theory…"
"Well, you theory sucked," Turlus said.
"Well, what's your explanation, mister smarty-pants?" Goku said.
"I don't need one," replied Turlus, sticking his tongue out at Goku.
"And why's that?!" said Goku.
"Because," began Turlus with the mirthless grin of those who have their finger on the little red, flashing button marked 'Ultimate Weapon,' "I don't have to worry about a psychotic frying pan-wielding mate, that's why."
"Damn!" gasped Gohan, "That's a bloody good answer!"
** * ** * **
"You mean, you dreamt all that?!" Mirai said in shock. Vegeta glared at his son, his eyes still bloodshot from the lack of sleep.
"Don't look at me as though I'm mad," hissed the prince. "We all have bad dreams… I think it was something I ate."
"Is mom still a bad cook, huh?" asked Mirai.
Vegeta shrugged. "She's getting better… I've noticed Kakkarot has started asking for second helpings." Mirai Trunks nodded. If Goku didn't want to eat something, than that was a bad sign, a very bad sign, and it meant either one of two things: One, he as dying. Or two, the chef was a bloody bad chef.
"So that's why you're so moody, because you had a bad dream?" Mirai asked.
"Not so much the dream," said Vegeta, waving a hand thoughtfully. "It's just that… well… it was so vivid! It's like I was in that blasted Monty Python sketch, and I was John Cleese."
Mirai gave Vegeta a scrutinising look, before saying: "Dad, you have got to stop watching that show, this just proves you're watching it way too much."
"I am not!" Vegeta shouted.
"Face it, you're addicted to Monty Python, dad!"
"Lies, all lies!"
"Aha! Denial!"
"What?!" Vegeta cried in dismay.
"An addict always denies the fact he's an addict," informed Mirai.
"Fine, I am an addict then!" said Vegeta, trying reverse psychology on his own sort-of-son.
"Aha! I thought so, but it's good that you've seen your addiction."
"Yes, perhaps I should go to one of those little group things, and stand up and say "My name is Vegeta, and I am a Pythoholic," said the Prince dryly, his eyes, dark as onyx on a moonless night, locked on Mirai. His future-son swallowed hard.
"Perhaps I should just leave you to do this your own way…" Mirai said, edging out the room.
Vegeta watched him leave. "Yes, perhaps you should."
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AN: Well, there's the end of chapter 5. I'm glad this Fanfic is getting a good rating, you guys are the greatest. But to those who haven't reviewed: please, if you like this fic, review it! Even if it's to nominee a song for the list! There are five songs at the moment, 'Rock is Dead' is under scrutinisation, and I'm currently downloading 'Psycho Man,' as well as looking for the lyrics for it.
On that note, please tell me the name of a good lyrics-site, as it will definitely come in handy for the song-parodies.
- Paul