Vegeta sat twenty feet underground, locked in airtight casket with an air supply and food. Nothing bad is going to happen to me today. He thought. The author moved on to find another target.
Piccolo was seated, eye's closed, like always, but when I approached to make his life miserable, I smacked into a solid patch of air that was none other then a barrier. I didn't want to mess with Dende, because he's god, so I left the lookout.
Bulma, Chichi, and Videl all held on to baseball bats and pepper spray, but I passed them by, not wanting to make fun of them today. Walking towards Kakarot, he gave me a death glare and powered up to Super Saiyan 17, "Don't even think about it," he said. I didn't move on, I ran for dear life.
Krillian was to easy a target, so I passed him up. Eighteen fired a warning blast and Roshi wasn't home. No stories on that island.
I watched Gohan and Goten for a while, but nothing came about.
Damn! I thought, isn't there one good story around here?!?!
Hercule walked out. All right! At this point, my computer ran out of memory, so I had to watch Hercule try to beat up a villain, take the credit, and make trillions of dollars, all without being able to make fun of it.
