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Chapter 7 – Milk and Alcohol

The group walked down the street, high on pride and stoned on adrenalin. They grinned, whooped with joy, punched the air and laughed: even Vegeta was joining in with the high spirits.

"That, my friends, is what I call a fucking success!" cried Vegeta, stretching his arms to the sky.

"Man, what a crowed! I loved it!" Goku said, air-guitaring as he walked.

"Definitely, I can't wait until our next gig," said Raditz.

"When is your next gig, anyway?" Turlus asked, turning around just in time to intercept a high-five from Gohan.

"Our next gig is whenever we bully 18 into getting us one," Vegeta said with a grin as mirthful as a skull.

"Aw man, 18's the greatest!" Goku said.

"No, Kakkarot, she's the most evil, most powerful, egotistical wench I've ever come acro…" Vegeta trailed off and scowled. "Actually, now you mention it…"

"See, told you!" Goku said grinning happily. "Oooh look, a big glass of fizzy orange soda!" Goku said, pointing to a neon light up ahead.

"Baka, that's not soda," Vegeta said, smiling suddenly. "That's beer!"

"Of course it's not beer!" Goku said. "Look, it's all fizzy!"

"That's because beer is fizzy!" Vegeta replied.

"Maybe… but if it' beer, why is it orange!"

"Because beer-coloured glass is hard to come by, you imbecile. Now lets go get us some of that amber nectar!" said Vegeta, licking his lips.

"What would we want beer for?" Goku asked with a frown.

"To get drunk with, of course!" Raditz said, clapping his smaller sibling on the back.

"But…" Goku started to protest, raising a philosophical finger to aid his reasoning. But before he could continue, a voice shouted:

"Get him!"

An assortment of eight Saiyans and Demi-Saiyan pounced on Goku, picking him up with powerful hands and before he knew what was happening, they threw him through an open door way. Goku looked up and around at everybody, who were looking at him with weird expressions on their faces. All except the barman, who was polishing a glass, with the all-knowing look of somebody who has seen and heard everything in the course of running the bar. He probably had. But tonight was going to be one to remember.

"Hello there, stranger," the barman said, nodding towards Goku before examining the glass with a critical eye.

"Uh… hi," Goku said sheepishly, giving a little wave. Just then. He was trampled by a group of very determined Saiyans. Vegeta strolled over to the bar, ignoring the looks everybody was giving him, and looked up at the barman, who was polishing the glass again.

"Where's the serving wench?" the small prince demanded.

"I guess I'm your serving wench, sir," the barman said, giving the glass another look, missing the disgusted look on Vegeta's face.

"I wouldn't let you wench me if you paid me for it!" Vegeta said.

"What I meant was, I'll be serving you," the barman said, placing down the glass, obviously happy with its sparkliness.

"Oh, I see," said Vegeta, a little disgruntled. "I was hoping for a wench of some description… but oh well."

"I think I have a monkey wrench somewhere abouts…" The barman said with a grin, then ducking under the bar, various rattlings and scraping giving the general idea that he was searching for something.

"A monkey… wench…" Vegeta repeated, mishearing the Barman, and again the barman missed Vegeta's expression, in particular, he missed the eyebrow twitching uncontrollably over Vegeta's right eye.

"Isn't wenching monkey's, like, Illegal or something on this planet?" Nappa asked Turlus. Turlus hushed Nappa quickly; he didn't want to miss this show for anything!

"Where do you keep these… monkey wenches?" Vegeta asked.

"In a little toolbox," the barman's voices said from a below.

"A… a little toolbox…" Vegeta said, his eyebrow twitching a little more.
"Uh, Vegeta…" Gohan started.

"Shhh!" Turlus hissed. "This could be fun!"

"Let me get this straight," Vegeta said, his whole body quivering. "You let your monkey wenches live in a little box under the bar?!"

"Dad…"

"Yeah, where else would I keep them?" The barman asked.

"With the other wenches, I would have assumed," responded Vegeta.

"They are with the other wenches," came the Barman's voice.

"Dad!"

"What son!" Vegeta hissed.

"A monkey wrench is a kind of tool!" Mirai hissed.

"Now they're idiots?!" Vegeta said.

"Not that kind of tool!" Gohan hissed. "The kind of tool used to… well, make things!"

Vegeta stopped quivering. "Oh…"

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"Where are the boys?" Chi-Chi asked, pacing back and forwards on the living rug at Capsule Corp.

"Relax, Chi-Chi. I'm sure Goten will be fine," said Bulma, trying to reassure her friend.

"I know, it's not Goten I'm worried about," replied Chi-chi, "it's the other two. Goku's been acting really weird lately, so has that brother of his."

"Yeah, now that you mention it… Trunks - the older Trunks I mean – and his father have both been acting weird," mused Bulma.

"When has Vegeta ever been normal?" asked Chi-chi. Bulma glared at her momentarily, and then shrugged.

"I guess, but those big lugs have been spending almost all their time in the Gravity Chamber," Bulma said wearily.

"It's not natural… Goku and Brolli spending so much time together!" Chi-Chi cried. "I swear those Saiyans are having negative effects on my sweet, innocent Gohan."

"Chi-chi, Gohan hasn't been sweet and innocent since the day you decided to get him a personal tutor," said Bulma.

"Then what about Goten? That young rascal of a Saiyan, Applor, is corrupting him!"

"That was Yamcha."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really, really?"

"Yes, really!"

Chi-chi's face contorted with anger, an expression which sent Bulma diving for cover. The self-proclaimed genius had just managed to dive behind the sofa when Chi-Chi screamed.

"I never liked the bastard, never liked him!"

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"Listen, Kakkarot!" Vegeta snarled. "I'm not buying you a fucking shandy!"

"Aww, go on, please?" pleaded Goku.

"We are out to celebrate, and that means hard liquor, damnit!" Vegeta snarled, slurring slightly.

"Oh, alright. I'll have a triple whiskey, neat, and with an ice cube. Oh alright, no ice." Goku added after receiving various Death-glares from the Saiyans, including his own son.

"Nappa, it's your round!" Vegeta bellowed, banging his glass on the bar, only stopping when the glass cracked. "Hmph, you should get some better crockery, this tankard is a big dodgy."

"The glasses were all fine before you started banging them off things," the barman said, taking the glass from Vegeta, and replacing it with a fresh one, filled with fizzing beer, the head sopping over the brim softly.

"Mmm, fizzy beer," Vegeta said as his fingers wrapped around the glass.

"You know, you sound just like Master Roshi when you say that," Goku beamed.

"I do not!" Vegeta cried, sounding offended.

"You do, it's so funny!" Goku cooed, sipping at his whiskey.

"It is not!" Vegeta wailed.

"He's right, Vegeta! You sound like Old Man Roshi!" Raditz laughed.

"That's does it!" Vegeta said draining his beer. "No more shall I be insulted by you pathetic bakas! I still have my pride!" Vegeta cried, then wobbled on his seat.

"Vegeta, are you okay?" Turlus asked, placing a hand on Vegeta's shoulder.

"Get off me you imbeci-ARGH!" Vegeta cried, the action of shrugging the Saiyan's hand form his shoulder causing him to loose balance and topple backwards. There was a crash, and Vegeta legs stuck upright in the air, propped against the bar as his spikes of hair flattened around the top of his head, which was planted firmly on the floor.

"What was that you were saying about pride?" sniggered Goku.

"Shut up, Kakkarot!" Snapped Vegeta. "And I'll get up myself, the last thing I want is for one of you lower-born imbeciles to be helping the Saiyan prince to his feet!"

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"Oh, it's you," Chi-Chi said flatly as she opened the front door. 18 blinked, but smiled anyway.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not here to see you," she said pleasantly. "I'm here for Goku and Raditz. You do remember who they are, don't you? Your husband and brother-in-law?"

"Shut it, blondie!" Chi-Chi snapped. "As a matter of fact, they're not here right now, so push off!"

"What do you mean they're not here?" asked 18, her eyes widening in shock.

"Are you stupid? I thought Doctor Gero programmed you to understand English!" said Chi-Chi with a smirk.

"He also programmed me to destroy Goku and his friends, but I decided not to," 18 said, narrowing her eyes. "But with you, I'll make an exception."

"Bring it on sister!" Chi-Chi screamed, flourishing the frying pan.

WHAM!

18 didn't even seem to move, one minute she was smiling with her eyes narrowed to slits, the next thing she was standing over the floored Chi-Chi holding the frying pan.

"Now is not the time," the cyborg said, reaching down and grabbing Chi-Chi. "We have to find the men."

"Hey… where are you taking me?" Chi-Chi cried as 18 dragged her to her feet and into the dark night.

"Next door, we're getting Videl."

"What do we need Videl for?"

"Videl!" 18 cried, slapping on the door just hard enough for it to bang loudly. "Videl, come on! We're going to get tat husband of…"

"Do you mind, Pan's just gone to sleep!" Videl hissed as she threw open the door. The look on her face made even 18 back off.

"Uh… sure," the android said, looking at Videl. She was wearing a pink frilly night-gown. "Get dressed, we're going to get Bulma."

"What for?" Videl and Chi-Chi asked at once.

"Just do it," 18 sighed, the snapped: "What?!"

Chi-Chi pulled her finger from 18's shoulder and pointed down, where her feet were dangling over the path. "Uh... could you put me down now?"

The three women raced down through streets of West City until they skidded to a halt on the large lawn of the Capsule Corp building. The lights were still blazing in several of the windows, mostly the research and development labs, a sign that either Bulma or her father were still awake.

"C'mon, I have a feeling that Trunks, Vegeta and that bald idiot Nappa are still out," 18 said, storming up the path with a determined pace. Videl and Ch-Chi, after exchanging glances, ran after her  and stood behind the android as she repeatedly pressed the doorbell.

"Oh… it's you," Bulma said flatly as she opened the front door. Her clothes were hanging loose, and her hair was a mess.

"Uh… are you alright, Bulma?" Videl asked, looking a little worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? My son, my husband, and that stupid bald servant of his are missing, my mother won't stop babbling on about 'those nice friends of Mister Vegeta'… and my hair is a mess!"

"Calm down, the girl was only asking," 18 said.

"That 'girl' is older than you are, 18," sneered Bulma, never a one to let a snide comment drop, especially when she was in this sort of mood.

"Hmph, let's just drop it and go after those infernal men," 18 said, grabbing Bulma and dragging her out into the night. "Come on, we're going to get Cukumbri and Fru."

"What for?" Chi-Chi, Videl and Bulma chorused.

"Just… because, okay?!" 18 cried, stomping her foot down, cracking the concrete and sending up a plume of dust. "Now look what you made me do!"

And so the four of them trekked across the city, until the came eventually to an apartment building on the south side. 18 pressed the intercom button for Cukumbri and Fru's apartment.

"Uh… it's this button, right?" came a voice from the speaker.

"Yes," said a voice in the background.

"Okay… hello?" came the first voice.

"Fru, is that you?" 18 asked.

"No, this is Cukumbri… 18?" the female Saiyan asked.

"Get down here, right now, and bring Fru with you," commanded 18.

"What for?" both Saiyans asked.

"Will people stop asking me that!" 18 snarled. "Just do it!"

"All right, all right," sighed Cukumbri. "We're on our way." The intercom crackled for a second as the Saiyan released the intercom-button and there was a short pause before the two women landed on the ground beside the four others already waiting.

"So where do we go now?" Fru asked, her tail waving out behind her. Cukumbri beamed, her tail coiled around her waist belt-fashion.

"We're going to find the boys," 18 said.

"Will Raditz be there?" Cukumbri asked, her eyes lighting up slightly at the thought of seeing the hunky Saiyan.

"Probably… where one goes, the others follow. At least, lately anyway," added Bulma.

"Want a hand?" came a male voice from above. The women looked up and saw Applor descending slowly.

"Sure, another pair of hands couldn't hurt," 18 said.

"Fine, it's settled then. We should start near the school, they can't have gone far, can they?" Applor asked.

"You know about what happened? About the gig at school?" 18 asked, masking her shock.

Applor's eyes glinted in the starlight and he chuckled a little. "Oh yes, I know alright. So does Goten and Trunks."

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"So… right, the thing is…" Raditz slurred, leaning on Goku for support, who was leaning against Raditz the same reason. "Girls love Jet-black Saiyan hair…"

"Well, the crowds seamed to love me," Mirai slurred in reply. "And my hair's lilac."

"They were all cheering for me," Goku said, drinking what was left of his beer. The barman swiftly exchanged the empty glass for a full one, and Goku reached into his pocket and put a couple of coins on the bar. The barman kept the change, it had become custom now. And anyway, the very big one, who's hair had a disconcerting way of flickered between jet-black and turquoise, had insisted, in a very… definitive and almost violent, manor. Especially after he had started glowing golden.

"Yeah… but right…" Mirai began, and then paused as something tugged at his trouser leg. "Hang on, father wants another drink." He picked up a glass half-filled with beer, and poured it into a funnel that was propped up on the bar by several empty bottles of various, presumably containing spirits of some kind at one point. Attached to the funnels' spout was a length of hose that ran down over the edge of the bar and onto the ground, where at the other end, Vegeta's mouth waited, wrapped around the green plastic tubing.

Vegeta hadn't been able to pick himself up, and he was still lying head-first on the floor, with legs propped up against the bar so that he was almost vertical. Brolli had briefly taken to using the sole of Vegeta's left boot to rest his beer glass, but Goku had knocked it, and sent beer spilling down Vegeta's trouser leg, resulting on the upturned-prince almost choking on his own beer as he felt that fizzy liquid running against the inside of his thigh.

"So yeah…" Mirai began. "Uh… what were we talking about again?"

"Can't remember," Rumbled Brolli.

"Me neither…" Turlus said.

"Uhhhhhhhh," Nappa moaned, his head buried on the bar under his large arms.

"W'as wrong wi 'im?" Gohan slurred, wavering slightly on his barstool.

"Dunno…" Goku said, wavering slightly in reply, which set off Raditz's own wavering.

"Maybe he's… like… y'know," Tomatta volunteered from the general direction of downwards. Goku and Raditz looked down at their cousin who was lying on the floor, half asleep.

"No?" Raditz asked.

"What's the word… begins with a Dee…" Tomatta said, thoughtfully tapping his fingers on the floor.

"Dee…" Goku mused thoughtfully.

"D'd?" Gohan slurred.

"What? Why would you say that? If he was that, he wouldn't be moaning, would he?" Tomatta said, annoyed at his own cousin's stupidity.

"M'by  'e's eh'p'ls'n b'dly g'ss's…" slurred Gohan again, before closing his eyes and collapsing, his head banging off the bar hard enough to send a large crack running along it's length. The barman jumped back hurriedly as Gohan began to snore gently.

"Drunk!" Tomatta shouted triumphantly, sitting bolt upright.

Turlus grinned. "Not yet, but I'm getting there."

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"Are you sure they're around here?" Chi-Chi asked.

"Positive, my senses don't lie," Applor said, leading them along a dark street. He turned a corner and stopped suddenly in his tracks, his skin turning pale.

"What is it?" Fru asked, sensing her own son's hesitation.

"Uh…" Applor pointed a head of him, his eyes twitching in fear.

The Saiyans were sitting and standing amongst the rubble of what was apparently a pub. The only piece of evidence that remanded pointing to such a fact was the neon sign that Tomatta was lighting up, using the energy form his own body.

Gohan was arguing nose to nose with Raditz, whilst Brolli and Vegeta were hugging each other, bawling their eyes out whilst Goku hovered in the air, his leg a blur as he kicked Brolli in the back of the head, who didn't seem to be noticing. Mirai was busy slapping Nappa about the face, whilst Turlus was trying his best to prize the two about.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I was such a monster… I killed all those people, it was so nasty and thoughtless of me!" Brolli wailed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I know how you feel," Vegeta wailed back. "I did it all too… all those Namek, all those humans, those freaky insect things me and Nappa tricked… heh heh heh… no, why am I laughing! I'm so mean!"

"Stop crying and fight me, you cowards!" Goku shouted, pausing. "I am the mightiest warrior in the Universe, bow down and fight me, you weaklings!"

Upon hearing this, Mirai dropped Nappa to the ground, charged over to Goku, spun him around and punched him to the deck.

"I want a rematch, you cheated you bastard!"

"You were Super Saiyan, and I still beat you!" Goku sneered back, suddenly appearing in front of Mirai. The two started brawling there and then.

"There, there; it's all right Nappa, you're going to be just fine," Turlus said, picking up the large Saiyan and supporting him.

"I just said 'gee, Trunks, maybe you shouldn't fight Goku in such a crowded area…'" Nappa said. "It's just so illogical for one to come to fisticuffs in such an establishment."

"I know, I know," Turlus said, pulling a first aid kit out the wreckage and bandaging Nappa's bald head. "You just sit here, I'm going to help the poor barman. He caught the brunt of it when Trunks went Super Saiyan."

"And Goku's energy blast…" mumbled Nappa as Turlus ambled away camply.

Meanwhile, Gohan had grabbed Raditz by the collar and had dragged him down to eyelevel.

"Being a Saiyan sucks! It's the most un-satisfying thing ever, I'm ashamed to be a Saiyan!" Raditz shouted.

"Screw you, you weakling bitch! Being Saiyan is the best thing ever, I'm proud of my heritage, and you should be too! We're the most powerful beings in the Universe!" Gohan shouted back.

"Well, if we're so great, how come we keep getting killed?" Raditz shouted back.

"Because that's what Saiyan is all about!" Gohan shouted. "We live to fight, and dying is often part of a fight!"

"Dying is for losers," Raditz muttered.

"What did you say?!" Screamed Gohan.

"You heard me!" Raditz yelled.

"Now, now, boys," Turlus said, trying to intervene between the two. "Let's all just calm down and..."

"Fuck off!" Gohan and Raditz yelled at once.

"What the hell is going on here?" Videl demanded. Everybody paused what they were doing, Goku's knee on it's way to connecting with Mirai's groin.

"Uh…" Raditz said, looking a little embarrassed.

"Keep out of this woman," Gohan snarled. "This is none of your business."

"That's it, son! Put her in her place!" Goku shouted, cheering his son on.

"Goku!" Chi-Chi cried, the buildings shaking around her. "You are coming home right this minute!"

"Get knotted!" Goku shouted back, slipping down his trousers and mooning his wife and the others around her.

"Why you…" Chi-Chi said, puling out the frying pan from behind her back. Videl did the same, and Bulma pulled out a tranquillizer gun.

"Bulma!" Vegeta said, looking up through tear-streaked eyes. "My dear, sweet Bulma!"

"V-vegeta?" Bulma said, stunned, lowering the rifle slightly.

"Yes, it is I, your loving Prince," said Vegeta, releasing Brolli and dropping to the floor. Bulma watched as Vegeta crawled over to her on his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "I've wanted to embrace you all night. My love!"

"Uh… Vegeta? Are you feeling alright?" Bulma asked, starting to get embarrassed.

"I'm fine, I've never felt better!" Vegeta said, looking up, a genuinely happy smile plastered over is face.

Bulma looked down at Vegeta then blinked as she sniffed the air.

"You smell like Roshi," she said accusingly.

"Ah, yes, well I have been drinking a small amount…" Vegeta confessed. "But it just a tiny drop compared for the pool of love that wells deep within my heart!"

"You're drunk," Bulma mumbled.

"Yes, drunk with my love for you!" Vegeta cooed, pushing his head against Bulma again, making her blush.

" 'Geta, not in public!" his wife hissed.

"Then quick, let us go to our nest!" Vegeta said, standing up and scooping Bulma into his arms, leaping into the air and flying around the corner. There was a squeal from Bulma, which soon turned into a gasp, and then silence.

"Hmm… most be mating season…" 18 quipped with a snigger.

"Mating… season?!" Videl and Chi-Chi cried with horror.

"Well, just look at the Prince over there go? He was in a big hurry to get Bulma alone! I bet he would have done her here and then in the street f Bulma hadn't of objected."

"Well woman, are we going home yet?" Gohan asked, striding over to Videl and looking down at her.

"Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me," Videl snarled.

"Ooooh, 'Gita, you've never done that before!" Bulma purred from the darkness somewhere behind them.

"Pfft! Who do you think you are?" Gohan sneered, ignoring the two off in the alley. "You can't disrespect me, you're not even a Saiyan warrior."

"Neither are you," Videl pointed out.

"I'm half Saiyan, whereas you are just a weakling human," Gohan sneered, then paused. "Saiyan… I'm the fastest Saiyan alive…" Gohan sneer soon became a grin, and before anybody, Videl in particular, could say anything, Gohan had grabbed her and a silver vapour-trail was leading around another dark corner.

All that was heard was a cry from Videl. "Gohan, for god's sake, put your trousers back on!"

A taxi pulled up behind the women, and a head poked out.

"Taxi-cab for a Missus Son?!" the driver called.

"Over here!" Chi-Chi shouted, then strode over to Goku. "Get into that car right now, buster, or I'll give you such a braining!"

"Ha, you're petty threats don't bother me! I'm the most powerful warrior in the universe!" Goku shouted back.

"Goku Son, if you don't get in that taxi right now, you're sleeping on the couch…"

"Ha!"

"And…" Chi-Chi added, "you're making your own meals… for a month!" There were assorted gasps from amongst the Saiyans, and Goku whimpered.

"All right, all right, I'm going I'm going," Goku muttered, lowering to the ground and opening the door. Chi-Chi hopped in, and dragged her husband in after her.

Just then, Vegeta and Bulma trotted around the corner, Bulma's hair even more of a mess and Vegeta doing up his black shirt and fly. As they passed the taxi, the window shot down and Goku's head sprung out.

"Vegeta! C'mon, fight me! Right here, right now!" Vegeta smiled towards Goku.

"Not right now, my fine adversary. Fighting is the last thing on my mind. Maybe later, buddy."

"What?! You coward! You Baka no Ouji! Fight me…

"Goku, get back in this taxi right now!" Came Chi-Chi's voice.

"Hey, get off me, what are you…"

CLANG!

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The troupe arrived back at Capsule Corp, Bulma and Videl both with happy looks on their faces, and messed up hair, whilst Gohan and Vegeta had proudly taken off their tops to reveal the claw-marks down their backs.

18 sneered at the two women. "Weak," she muttered and opened the door to the main building, everybody filling in behind her.

"Everybody, we'd like to say something!" Goku said. Everyone turned around to look at Goku, his eyes narrowed in a very Vegeta fashion. Mirai stepped in beside him and smirked, and then Vegeta slipped his arm from around Bulma's waist and stood in front of the two, before clearing his throat, then sang."

"I'm rather upper class high society, God's gift to ballroom notoriety.

 I always fill my ballroom, The event is never small.
 The social pages say, I've got the biggest balls of all." The prince took a breath.

 "I've got big balls, I've got big balls.
 And they're such big balls, Dirty big balls."

"And he's got big balls," he pointed to Applor.

"And she's got big balls," he pointed to 18.

"But we've got the biggest, balls of them all!" all the Saiyans behind him shouted at the tops of their lungs.

"And my balls are always bouncing, My ballroom always full," they all started singing. "And everybody comes, And comes again!

 If your name is on the guest-list, No-one can take you higher.

 Everybody says I've got, Great balls of fire!"

Then they sang the chorus again, crying out just as loud as the first time, some of the more paraplegic of the group bursting into laughter.

"Some balls are held for charity, And some for fancy dress.
 But when they're held for pleasure, They're the balls that I like best." They sang.

"My balls are always bouncing, To the left and to the right.

 It's my belief that my big balls, should be held every night!"

Each one of them took a deep breath before shouting out the inevitable, and the woman covered their ears quickly, whilst Applor laughed and joined in.

"I've got big balls, I've got big balls!

 And they're such big balls, DIRTY big balls!

 And he's got big balls, and she's got big ball!
 BUT WE'VE GOT THE BIGGEST, BALLS OF THEM ALL!"

Then, as one man, the members of Death Saiyan collapsed in the hallway of Capsule Corporation.

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AN: Sorry it's taken a while to post this chapter, but I've been meddling about in the arts of Anime Music Videos. Unfortunately, I have no way as yet to show my first creation to you: a video dedicated to the Saiyans, set to the music of 'Princes Of The Universe' (the opening theme music from 'Highlander') by Queen.

Anyway, here was Chapter 7, hope you enjoyed it. And for those of you who don't know, that ending song is 'Big Balls' by AC/DC, download it. It's hilarious; Bon 'Bonna' Scott, may you rest in peace.

PS: A 'Shandy' is a Beer/Lager and Lemonade cocktail, usually 50/50, but can vary to how strong you want it to be. It's a good thirst quencher, but piss poor at making you drunk.