Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. I used to own it, but we accidentally sold it to the BBC. THEY now own DBZ – perhaps now we'll get some decent voice-over actors… man, I'm telling you, I never knew how bad the US FUNi Dubs were until Cartoon Network X started showing them instead of the UK Toei Dubs… **shudders** I swear, if Vegeta's voice has changed, I'll kill them! Though I must admit, Goku and Gohan sound a little better.

Also, we don't own any of the songs mentioned in the Fanfic. All songs/bands will listed at the end of the fic, and the songs we re-write will be posted in full at the end also (only snippets will be used during the chapters, due to tedious-reading purposes – would you HONESTLY want us to put an entire play-list of songs into text during Death Saiyan's gigs?!

- Paul

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Chapter 6 – Lets Get Rocked!

Finally, Thursday had arrived!

The sun rose over West City, and clouds drifted lazily across the sky. Birds sang in the trees, flowers shone with the morning dew still coating their petals and leaves, and a blood-curdling scream echoed across the neighbourhood.

Vegeta picked himself up off the floor and rubbed his side, a scorch mark adorning the T-shirt he had been sleeping in.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" the Prince hissed, not wanting to wake Bulma up, who had miraculously slept through the whole event.

"It's Thursday morning," said Brolli. "You have to be up and ready for the gig."

"The gig isn't until this evening, you dolt!" snapped Vegeta, and then flinched. He glanced nervously at Bulma, who simply stirred, burying her face into the pillow and pulling the covers around herself.

"I'll clean the mess up in the morning, daddy," she murmured and fell back to sleep.

"Anyway, how the hell did you get in here?" Vegeta hissed, walking around the bed and pulling on a pair of spandex trousers that were draped unceremoniously over the back of a chair.

"Kakkarot," Brolli said simply. "I bullied him into Instant Trans-thingying me here."

"Kakkarot?!" Vegeta asked looking around quickly. "Where?!"

"Uh… Hi, Veggie…" came a muffled voice. Vegeta paused, and spun around, slamming open the cupboard door with bang.

"Trunks… stop blowing up mommies experiments…" Bulma murmured under her pillow.

Vegeta scowled at the black-haired apparition, who grinned back and gave a sheepish wave.

"Kakkarot, would you please tell me what the hell you are doing in my closet?" Vegeta said, smiling.

Goku squirmed. "Admiring your clothes?" Goku said. Vegeta looked at him for a moment, then reached in and bodily dragged the Saiyan out the cupboard and into the bedroom.

"Whatever, it's too early to argue, even with you," Vegeta snarled and pulled the ruined T-shirt over his head. He tossed it into a bin labeled "Vegeta's Clothing" and then opened a drawer, pulling out a blue, loose vest-top and slipped it on, followed by his white gloves. "Now, are we going to start some training or what?"

"Um… physical or musical?" Goku asked.

"Both," Vegeta said, storming away. Goku and Brolli glanced at each other, the larger one shrugging and following the prince, Goku running after them.

"Both?" Goku called.

"Yes, Kakkarot. Both."

"But, how?" Goku asked. Vegeta hesitated and stopped in the hallway, resulting in Brolli colliding into Vegeta, and then Goku bouncing off the wall of solid muscle that was more commonly known as Brolli, or in some extreme cases, ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…."

"Watch it you oaf!" Vegeta snarled, then straightened his top. "It's so obvious, Kakkarot!"

"It is?" Goku and Brolli asked at the same time.

"Yes, it is! I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yourself," said Vegeta.

"Well what is it, then?" Goku asked.

"What is it?" Vegeta asked, surprised.

"Yeah, what is it?" Goku repeated.

"Uh, you want to know, what it is, we are going to do?" asked Vegeta again.

"Yes, Vegeta," Goku said, starting to get impatient.

"Well, uh… it's simple, you see… uh…" Vegeta hesitated again. "Aha! We'll fight and air guitar at the same time!"

"Is that a good idea?" asked Goku. "We might break the guitars…"

Vegeta turned around, looking at Goku under Brolli's armpit and pointed towards the doorway.

"Get out!"

** * ** * **

Mirai and Gohan sat at the kitchen table in Capsule Corp, talking excitedly.

"So then, I said: "Listen pal, I may not know anything about genetics, but I do know that shooting somebody in the face is not a cure for a terminal headache!" Gohan said, causing Future Trunks to burst out laughing, spraying coffee across the table.

"Oh man, that's nothing," Mirai said, wiping coffee from his mouth. "When that weirdo and his hamster went out to destroy the world… Oh, hi dad!" Mirai said, seeing Vegeta storm into the room, trailed by Brolli and Goku, the two rivals' fingers waving in the air.

"Are you coming to join us in our training, my son?" asked Vegeta.

"Sure, why not? I haven't had a decent fight since I fought Perfect Cell," Mirai said with a shrug.

"Hah, that weakling?" Vegeta scoffed. "Any one of us could take that green baka with our limbs amputated."

"Weakling? He nearly killed me…" Mirai breathed.

"Don't worry, we've had lots of things to worry about since Cell," Gohan said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"Like what?" Trunks asked, as he and Gohan stood up to join the trio in their little venture to the Gravity Chamber.

"Like me," Brolli said with a grin. "Twice."

"Wow," Mirai muttered, hearing the door hiss behind him.

"Raditz, Turlus, what the blazes are you doing here?" Vegeta snapped.

"Training…" Goku's younger brother said.

"Yeah, Trunks let us in this morning," Turlus said.

"Which one?" Vegeta asked with a frown.

"The little 'un," Turlus said.

"I came with Brolli and Goku. Tomatta is around somewhere," said Raditz.

"Where's Nappa?" Brolli asked looking around.

"Oh, he's still asleep," Mirai said.

"I'll get him," Brolli volunteered  with an evil grin.

"No you bloody won't!" Vegeta snarled. "You're here, and you're staying! It's about time we got some proper practice in, don't you agree?" He looked at the other Saiyans and Demi-Saiyans, who nodded in agreement. "Right, well let's get started then!"

Their training session went well, and Vegeta soon found himself cranking up the Gravity up to over 550 Gs. Brolli and Tomatta were still un-phased by this gravity, and they took to super-speed fighting, Brolli having to blast into Legendary to keep up with Tomatta's un-naturally high power level that he held whilst in his normal Saiyan state.

Raditz and Turlus decided to sit out for the high-gravity training, still being relatively weak when compared to the likes of the Super Saiyans, and anyway, the couldn't train properly with Goku and Vegeta's fingers flailing like mad as they launched kicks at each other. At one point, Goku called a Timeout because he had snapped a string. Vegeta threw his air-bass at Goku, then cursed when he remembered it wasn't real.

When their physical training was over, the gravity was reduced to a mere one hundred and fifty times Earth gravity, and Vegeta spun around and looked at the assembled troop.

"Right, it's now fifteen-minutes to eleven," said the Prince, "And that means we only have six hours worth of practice time left before we hit the gig."

"I thought we were going to play music?" Goku said, puzzled.

"Shut up, Kakkarot," was Vegeta's response. "Now, I suggest we go through the playlist song by song, over an over again, until we get it perfect. Understand?" There was a chorus of 'Yes Vegeta's and one 'Uh-huh' (Goku) as the band members headed over to the make-shift stage set in one corner of the gravity chamber. Raditz and Goku picked up their guitars and checked the strings, whilst Vegeta held his bass close to his face and issued a series of threats to it, in short; "If you don't do as you're told, you will soon find yourself in a position where you are a pile of ash at the bottom of a very sad crater, do you understand you baka piece of wood?" – or words to that effect.

Mirai checked the microphone and stand, whilst Gohan sat down behind the drum-kit and beat out a small riff, checking the tension of the drum skins. Everything was ready to go.

"Alright, let's do this," Vegeta said with a nod to Mirai. "From the top, if you don't mind."

"The top of where?"

"Shut up, Kakkarot!"

"Alright! Orange Star Highscho-o-o-ol!" Mirai cried into the microphone. "Are you ready to rock and roll?!" the lilac-haired Prince waited several seconds, as an imaginary crowd roared. "I said! Are you ready to rock and roll?!" again he paused, the imaginary crowd roaring even louder. "All right, that's the spirit! This one's called 'Du Hast' and it's dedicated to all those guys with over-bearing girlfriends."

Raditz opened up with the opening chords, modified for guitar from keyboard, then Goku joined in moments later, followed by Vegeta and Gohan with a hard boom of bass. The song kicked off, Raditz and Goku's guitars wailing and Vegeta's bass pounding as Gohan's drums thumped out the beat and Mirai's throaty lyrics sounded out across the chamber.

Enjoying themselves greatly, the band ploughed through the track-list they had laid out for the gig they were about to do, Goku and Raditz, as usual, messing about, Raditz picking up Goku and placing him on his shoulders, then cavorting across the stage-area.

Gohan was laughing as he played, and even Vegeta gave a slight amused smirk as he pulled at the strings of his base, the deep throbbing hum resonating from the amplifiers and across the chamber floor, where Tomatta and Brolli were check-listing everything they needed for tonight show.

"So, have we got everything we need?" Tomatta asked, looking down at the equipment they had gathered together as the band hammered through their songs behind them.

"I think so…" Brolli said eventually, glancing over everything.

"Lights, lasers, gantry, large amps, strings, spare guitars, spare basses…" Tomatta started.

"Spare stage, spare amps, extra strings, spare clothing…" Brolli continued.

"And fifty gallons of beer!"

The two Saiyan Warriors frowned and looked around, where Cukumbri and Fru were heading towards them.

"Beer?" Tomatta asked.

"Well, you have to have beer, don't you!" Fru said, looking determined. Brolli cringed slightly and slowly edged behind Tomatta.

"I dunno, do you?" asked Goku's cousin.

"Sure, how else are you going to celebrate after the show?" Cukumbri supplied. She was smiling, and so was Fru. Brolli and Tomatta gave each other a worried glance then swallowed hard; it was obvious to them that the women were up to something, and whenever they got together, it was never pleasant for the men.

"We were thinking of just finding a pub…" Brolli said uncertainly.

"A pub? What landlord would serve a group of hyper-active Saiyans?" Fru asked.

"A very gullible one?" Tomatta queried.

"Pah! He'd have to be blind and deaf to serve you lot!" said Fru.

"Good pint…" Brolli mumbled behind Tomatta.

"Besides, how late are you going to be out tonight, hmm?" demanded Fru.

"I don't think it's any of your damn business, woman," said Brolli.

"Oh isn't it?!" Fru snapped.

"Not really…"

"Fine then!"

"Fine!"

"Right."

"So…"

"So…?"

"Are you and Raditz still coming over for lunch on Sunday?" asked Fru.

** * ** * **

"Dude, we've got to start getting ready!" Trunks hissed, standing up casually and wiping a speck of blood form his lip.

"Get ready for what?" Goten asked, wiping sweat form his brow.

"Tonight, duh!" said Trunks.

"Tonight…? Oh! Tonight!" Goten gasped. "Damn, I can't believe I almost forgot!"

"You dummy, how could you almost forget about Paris?!" Trunks said, bewildered. "She's like, one of the hottest girls at school!"

"You really think so?" Goten asked.

"Yeah, totally." Trunks answered, stretching his muscles.

"Cool!" Goten beamed. "Your date is pretty too, y'know."

"Are you making eyes at Rayna," Trunks scowled.

"No!" Goten said defensively. "I… uh… just meant… that, y'know, she's cute. But not as cute as Paris."

"Oh she isn't is she not?" Trunks growled.

"Um… we'd better go and get changed." Goten said, desperately trying to change the subject.

"You're right, hey, where is Applor meeting us?" Trunks asked.

"Your house, and so are the girls." Goten answered, tightening the belt of his gaease.

"Right, okay," Trunks answered, dusting down his own purple outfit. "We'd better get back then."

"Definitely, we've only got a couple of hours to get ready."

"Oh man, only a couple of hours?!" Trunks cried in dismay. "We'd better hurry then!" Goten watched as Trunks powered up, his hair rising and flashing golden as lightning cascaded across his body. Then with a burst of energy, he blasted off from the clearing and headed back to capsule corp.

"Hey Trunks, wait for me!" Goten cried, blasting into Ascendant and flying after him.

The two arrived at the large dome-shaped building shortly afterwards and charged straight in.

"Hey, watch where you're going, you guys!" Mirai said as he was almost sent flying by a couple of determined adolescent Super Saiyans.

"Sorry Trunks," Goten cried behind him.

"Yeah, sorry bro!" Trunks cried.

"Boy, those two sure are in a hurry," Mirai mused.

"Of course they are, Trunks," Bulma said.

"Oh, hi mum," Mirai said, turning to look at his mother. "What're they up to?"

"They're going out on their first date, of course."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, they're taking a group of girls to a party at the high school, apparently they've got a really good band and everything," Bulma said, closing her eyes with a sigh. Fortunately, this meant she missed the look of pure horror on Mirai's face.

"T-the high school?!"  He asked, pulling himself back together before his mother noticed.

"Yeah, is there something wrong?"

"N-no, I mean, why should there be?" Mirai asked. "Well, I'd better get going. See you later, mum!"

"Yeah, can't interrupt your training now, can I?" Bulma said with a smile.

"Training, yeah…" Mirai said as he turned and ran off back to the Gravity Chamber.

"Hey Trunks, what's wrong buddy?" Goku asked as he saw the look on Mirai's face.

"The kids are going to a party tonight at the high school!" Mirai panted.

"We know," Vegeta said. "You were here, remember?"

"I was?" Mirai asked, bewildered.

"Yes, you were," Raditz said. "Remember? We'd been jamming… jam… that sticky… fruity… sweet…" everybody's eyes glazed over as they instinctively thought about food.

"I'm hungry," muttered Goku.

"Kakkarot, you're always hungry!" Vegeta snapped, his stomach rumbling loudly afterwards.

"So are you!" Goku replied.

"So? I'm allowed to be, I'm the prince of All Saiyans! I have a royal appetite!"

"You're a royal pain in the arse…" Goku muttered.

"What was that?!" Vegeta roared.

"Will you guys shut up!" Mirai shouted. The two quarreling Saiyans looked at him. "What are we going to do about the kids?"

Vegeta waved a hand dismissively. "We have that problem all sorted out."

"We do?"

"Of course," Vegeta said, gesturing over to where Brolli was sat on the floor.

"Right…" Mirai said. Suddenly, he felt sorry for the three kids.

"Now, son, we must get some more practice in before this evening," Vegeta said, picking up his bass and whispering something to it. Then he plucked the strings, and a perfect chord resonated across the chamber.

Vegeta smiled happily. "Perfect."

** * ** * **

The Kids got changed quickly, and then Applor came over, and so the three retired into the lounge where they spent their time flicking through the television channels. Unbeknown to the three kids, Death Saiyan were busy packing up their equipment into hoi-poi capsules, and a very large and menacing old adversary was busy making a checklist.

"Saiyan-proof rope… check. Reinforced chairs… check. Unsuspecting-Brats-Sitting-Watching-Television… check. Rubber ducky… check." Brolli chuckled and set everything up, and then he looked to Vegeta, who gave him the all clear. The band-members all went over and grasped various parts of Goku's body, and then they all vanished with a flicker.

"Alright, it's show time," the Legendary chuckled before casually strolling out into the lounge.

"Uh… hi Mister Brolli," Goten said, looking up. "Where's everybody else?"

"They're busy," Brolli said, then grinned.

"Busy…?" Trunks said weakly, then turned and looked up at Brolli. "Uh… what's with the grin?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Brolli cackled evilly. "Oh yes, you'll find out!"

"Run!" Goten cried, leaping up from the sofa, but it was too late. Brolli lunged for them. And caught each of the young warriors one by one, tucking them under his massive arms and marching them into the Gravity Chamber.  There, in the middle of the floor, sat three heavy-set chairs, a coil of rope on the floor.

"You'll never get away with it, Brolli!" Trunks cried, squirming in the brute's vice-like grip.

"But… I already have," laughed Brolli.

** * ** * **

Bunny Briefs opened the door to the gravity chamber and looked in to see how her grandson and his little friends were doing.

"Oh my, that's so adorable!" she crooned, looking in at the three tied up in the chairs, the rubber ducks tied around their faces so that they sat atop their hair like crowns, albeit, yellow, plastic crowns.

"Mmmm! Mmmph-mmmm!" Trunks cried, rocking in his chair.

"Oh, how cute! Dear, come look at this, the boys are playing tie-up!" Bunny cried out, much to the horror of the kids.

"Mmmmm!" all three of them cried at once, their voices muffled by the gags.

"That's nice, dear," Professor Briefs called back from somewhere in the building.

"I'll just leave this tray of tea here, in case you get thirsty!" Bunny said cheerfully, placing the tray on the floor just inside the Gravity Chamber, and then beamed at them. "You have fun playing your little games now!" And with that she left.

** * ** * **

"Well?" Vegeta asked as Brolli swaggered backstage.

"Everything has gone according to plan," Brolli said, then burst out laughing.

"Excellent, now may I suggest that you give Nappa and Tomatta a hand getting everything sorted on stage," Vegeta said. Brolli nodded and zipped away, the amplifiers being set up across the stage, then the drum-kit, and finally the instruments. Vegeta turned, smirking as he thought of the three brats stuck in the gravity chamber, the gravity turned up to over six hundred, and gave a short chuckle. He stopped when a scrawny-looking man in an ill-fitting suit walked up to him.

"Can I help you?" Vegeta asked.

"Are you the band?" the man asked.

"Obviously," Vegeta scoffed. "Why else would we be back here?"

"Oh… well, I'm the principle here at this school, and I'd like to make it clear that…"

"Yes, yes," Vegeta snapped irritably. "We understand, now go away."

"But…"

"Listen, buster!" Vegeta said, grabbing the man's tie pulling him down to eye-level. "If you don't clear off, I'm afraid that you're going to find yourself regretting it!"

"Vegeta!" Goku snapped.

"What is it, Kakkarot!"

"You can't go around saying things like that!"

Vegeta hesitated. "Why not?"

"Well…" Goku paused. "It's rude!"

"But Kakkarot…" Vegeta whined.

"No 'buts' Vegeta. You let him go this instant or you're not allowed to play."

"Oh alright," Vegeta said, sulkily, releasing his grip on the tie and walking away to get ready.

"Uh… was Vegeta wearing makeup?" Gohan asked as Vegeta swept away, his black Saiyan Armour disappearing into the shadows.

"Now that you mention it, his face did seem to be a little paler than usual…" Raditz said.

Goku shrugged. "I Just assumed it was nerves, but makeup sure would explain a hell of a lot."

"Like what, dad?" Gohan asked.

Goku rummaged around in the bag of belongings they had brought backstage with them for last minute details, and produced two sticks, one white and one black. "Like these."

** * ** * **

Bunny opened the door and looked down at three nervous-looking faces.

"Well hello there!" she beamed. "What can I do for you?"

"Er… we're here to see Trunks, Goten and Applor?" one of the girls asked.

"Oh, I'm afraid they're busy at the moment…" Bunny said.

"Um… do you mind if we see them?" another girl asked.

"Sure, of course not!" Bunny said again, leading the three girls through Capsule Corps corridors until they reached the Gravity Room, and opened the door.

"Just go right in, I'm sure the boys will be glad to let you in on their little game!" Bunny said and disappeared.

"Mmmmm!" Trunks cried through his gag, rocking his chair.

"What the…" one of the girls said.

"Mmm-mmm-MMMMM!"

"Trunks? What the hell are you doing?!" one of the girls asked stepping forward.

"MMMMM!" Trunks, Applor and Goten all cried.

"What, we can't understand a word you're saying!"

"Mm-hmm… "mmmmm"!" Trunks muffled.

"Oh…" another girl said. "What?"

"Hang on, I'll just take these gags out…" one girl said, stepping hesitantly over and pulling the gag out of Trunks' mouth. As soon as the little Prince's mouth was free of foul-smelling cloth, he gulped down a lung-full of air and looked up at Rayna with pleading eyes.

"Oh, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" he cried.

"What on Earth were you doing?" Rayna asked as she ungagged the other two.

"We were tied up buy that bastard Brolli!" Applor hissed, struggling at his bonds.

"Brolli?"  Paris asked with a frown.

"Yeah… uh…. Don't ask," Goten said.
"Okay. Now, how do we unfasten those ropes?" she asked.

"You don't, but you can give us a hand if you like," Trunks said.

"How?" Rayna asked.

"You see the dial on the wall there? Next to the door," Trunks said.

"Yeah…"

"Turn it so that the numbers over it go down to one, and then leave the room," Trunks instructed. The girls did as they were told, and turned the dial before leaving.

"You guys ready?" Trunks asked, bunching his muscles.

"Ready for what?" Goten asked.

"We're going to go Super and burst these ropes," Trunks said, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, I get it," Applor said, bracing himself.

"On the count of three…One… Two… Three!"

All three of them burst into Super Saiyan, the golden energy pouring around them as they pulled and pulled at the ropes that tied them to the chairs.

"Harder you guys…" Trunks gasped through gritted teeth.

"Uh… Trunks?" Goten asked.

"Don't talk… just burst the damn ropes!"

"But…"

"Just do i…" Trunks' voice was cut off by a loud crash as the chair beneath them collapsed by the strain. The three Super Saiyans hit the ground with a thud, and looked at each other sheepishly.

"Well that worked!" Applor scowled.

"Hey guys… my hand is free!" Goten said happily.

"So?"

"So, I can Instant Trance Fishing!" the son of Goku said proudly.

"Right, do it buddy!" Trunks said, leaning back so that he was pressed against Goten's back, and Applor did the same. There was a flicker, and the three of them appeared hovering in the air. The three landed on the floor and dropped out of Super, rushing over to the door and opening it. The three girls, who had had their ears pressed against the door, fell into the room in a crumpled heap, and the three boys looked down at them.

"Uh… hi!" Paris said, picking herself up and dusting herself down.

"You ready?" Trunks asked with a smirk.

"Sure, ready when you are," Kenya – Applor's date – said with a grin.

"Right, I'll just bug my mom until she gives me a lift," Trunks said with an evil grin and hurried off.

"So how did you guys manage to escape?" Paris asked, wrapping her arms around Goten's.

"We, uh… just used our heads!" he said with a grin.

"C'mon, Goten. Tell the truth!" Ranya chided, poking him in the chest.

"We did… honestly we did!"

"Okay, you guys want a lift?" Bulma asked cheerfully.

"Sure, that would be great, Missus Briefs!" Goten cried happily.

"Okay, well just hop into the air-van, and I'll drop you off at the high school, I just have something to finish off here," Bulma said.

"But mom, we're gonna be late!" Trunks scowled.

"Hold on, patience is a virtue," Bulma said and hurried back to one of the workshops.

Trunks fumed and kicked the wall. "This bites."

** * ** * **

"Oh yeah, you rock!" Mirai called out to the screaming audience of the high school. He punched the air triumphantly, his long lilac hair swinging as he did so, and he leered. "This next one is called 'Living On A Prayer.'"

The guitars broke open and thrashing chords pounded the air, the drums sending the sound of symbol crashes and the rugged, raw beat of the drum throbbing over the sea of students waving on the floor. Mirai's voice echoed from the speakers, making the girls weak with lust and the boys green with jealously. And so the gig went on through the night, and so it was still going when Goten, Trunks, Applor, Paris, Kenya and Ranya appeared with a flicker at the back of the room.

"Wow, that was cool!" Paris cried as she looked around. One minute they had been hanging around, waiting for a lift to the high school, the next thing they knew, Goten had told them all to place their hands on his back, whilst he held a hand to his forehead, and then they were here, at the gig. The sound hit them, and they frowned.

"What the…" Trunks breathed.

"Argh, it's making my neck move!" Goten cried as he started head-banging.

"My… my body!" Applor cried as he started dancing and hopping up and down with the crowd.

"This is great!" Paris cried, latching onto Goten.

"Heh, it sure is," Goten said with a grin, finally getting his head to stop flailing about. The six danced the night away until the band announced their departure and left the stage hurriedly.

Once backstage, Vegeta slumped against the wall a sighed as he let all the strength in his legs fade, his back sliding down the wall until he was sitting, slumped on the ground, grinning. Sweat was running down his face, making the black makeup around his eyes mix with the white that coated his face, making it merge into a mushy grey colour that dripped down his cheeks.

"That was… that was fucking amazing!" He crowed.

"Yeah, I had so much fun!" Goku replied.

"This is going to look is good!" Raditz chuckled.

"Now what are we going to do?" Gohan asked.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do, boys," Vegeta said, getting a rag and wiping the black and white makeup from his face. "We are going to go out and celebrate!"

** * ** * **

AN Well, that's chapter 6 finally out of the way, so review please. The next chapter will be weird… well, weirder anyway. Finally, you'll find out what happens when a bunch Saiyans hit the alcohol!

Oh yes, and more song suggestions please.

- Paul