Dende walked outside on the lookout and stretched. It was a good day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping beautifully-

"Squawk!"

Except that one, which met it's end from a bright ball of light that looked like fun to play with but turned out to not be so fun.

Dende looked over at Piccolo, and grinned. Nothing ever changed about him, including his position. He was either standing with his arms crossed or meditating. I wonder what he meditates on? Dende thought as he walked towards the edge of the lookout.

Ray, a drop of golden sun. Me a name I call- Auuuuurrrrrggggghhhhhh! Piccolo almost moved to try and out run the song, but he knew it wouldn't help.

Dende opened up the mailbox and pulled out a few envelopes, then stopped. Since when does the lookout have a mailbox? He thought, and who has to deliver the letters? That's got to be a sucky job.

He flipped through the envelopes that contained a smattering of junk mail, claiming he had won two of the following prizes; a trip around the world, a mansion on the California coast, a private yacht, a stick and a rock. Gee, I wonder which two I won?

The next one caught his attention and he nearly fainted at the sight. "A convention of the god's?" He exclaimed, "I can't leave this planet! If I turn my back on it for one second it gets blown up!"

"Why not have a replacement?" Mr. Popo asked from his garden tending duties.

"That's a great idea!" He turned away from the expectant Mr. Popo, "Hey Piccolo, what are you doing on the seventieth?"

"Attending a hypnotherapies to rid me of my fears of roller coasters," He muttered without opening his eyes.

"Damn!" Dende cursed, "Who else could do this?"

Mr. Popo stood on his tiptoes and waved his arms, trying to call attention to himself.

"Mr. Popo, you don't need to ask permission to use the bathroom any more. I've told you that before!" Mr. Popo hung his head. He didn't need to use the rest room.

"I need someone who has been around the lookout for a while, and who knows the ropes," Dende thought out loud, while a disgruntled Mr. Popo waved his arms and trying to draw the young guardians gaze towards him.

"Goku!" Dende exclaimed, "Hey, Goku," He said through a telepathic link, "Get over here!"

Kakarot looked up from the lunch table, "Damn these voices in my head!" He said, "I think I might need to see a shrink about this!"

"No, Goku. It's me, Dende."

"Oh sure. You think you can impress me by pulling names out of my head! I'm on to you voices! Take this!" Kakarot started to beat his forehead against the table, causing the rest of his family to stare at him.

"Oh! Forget it!" Dende said, "I don't think he would be able to handle this anyway."

Mr. Popo gave up and walked into his room.

"What about Gohan?" Dende said.

"Don't worry, Dad!" Gohan yelled, "I'll help you take out those voices that sound a lot like Dende!" He too started to beat Kakarots head.

"Or not," Dende mussed, "Buu's to dumb, same with Hercule, and Yhamcha. Krillian and his wife are on vacation, and Tien and Choatzu are on some training journey they won't tell anyone about."

Mr. Popo emerged from his room with a huge orange flag and several neon lights strapped all over his body. He waved the flag and turned on the neon lights that spelled out, "Me! Me! I'm the obvious choice!"

"I know!" Dende burst out, "Mr. Popo!"

The genie sighed in relief, and spoke, "Of course I would be happy, too."

"Good!" Dende said, "We'll need to leave immediately!"

"Leave?"

"Of course! I need to go to Capsule Corporation as soon as possible! Get out your magic carpet!"

Mr. Popo sighed.

Dende hopped off the carpet and told Mr. Popo to wait here while he concluded his business. Mr. Popo, still royally pissed, sat on his carpet and stared daggers at Dende's back.

"Ow!" Dende exclaimed, reached back and pulled a dagger out of his back, "Huh." He healed himself. Walking up to the back door, he was greeted by a droid.

"Hello, Sir," The droid said, "I am C-3PO, (A/N:I couldn't resist) how may I be of service?"

"I need to speak with Bulma and Vegeta," Dende said, marveling that Bulma had invented artificial intelligence.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Uh, no. But you see, I am the god of this planet, so I really don't need an appointment," Dende said, starting to get a little annoyed at the droids overly prissy tone.

"One moment, please let me check in with my counter part," He cocked his head to the side, and seconds later a squat blue/white droid rolled out and beeped at C-3PO, "This is R2-D2," the taller droid said.

"Enough!" Dende yelled out, "If you keep up like this it's just going to turn into another Star Wars/DBZ fic! We don't need any more of those! The last one you wrote was bad enough!"

Sorry, I muttered.

Brushing the two droids aside, Dende walked into the CC kitchen.

"Aurgh!" The young guardian yelled, covering both of his eyes.

"Dende!" Bulma exclaimed, pushed Vegeta off of her, and zipped up her blouse.

"My eyes!" Dende yelled, "My young innocent eyes!" The guardian then proceeded to attempt to rip out his eyes.

"Dende! Dende! It's okay!" Bulma said, grabbing the Nameks hands, "We're dressed again! It's all over!"

Dende opened his eyes to see Bulma standing in front of him and Vegeta hiding his beat red face in the fridge.

"Don't do that to me!" Dende yelled.

"Well, you walked in on us! It's not our fault you didn't knock!" Bulma said, while rolling up her hair into buns on either side of her head. Vegeta pulled his head out of the fridge and let out a few growls and lion roars.

"Enough with the Star Wars references!" Dende yelled at me, "I get it! You can write one of those next! But this time I'm trying to find a new Guardian, remember?"

I childishly stuck out my tongue at the green being and continued to write the story.

"Bulma? Could I have a moment with Vegeta?"

Both adults looked at Dende. The God and the Saiyan never had gotten along, and it seemed an odd request.

"Alright," Bulma said, "I just better find my kitchen in on piece when I come back!"

"Sure," Dende agreed, and then turned to Vegeta when the scientist left, "It's like this, Vegeta. Every five billion years or so, there is a meeting of all the gods, and it just so happens that this meeting is going to be held on my shift. It's going to take me about a week to give my report and travel to and from it, so I need to ask of you a favor. I need you to look after the Earth while I'm gone."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because. When I walked in, I saw, and I know. I could tell the whole world in less then a second."

"You wouldn't!" Vegeta cried, the fear of God (Literally) etched in features.

"I would."

"Damn! I have no choice! When does this thing begin?"

"The seventieth. Meet me on the lookout at noon, and don't be late."

The seventieth rolled around, and Vegeta showed up at the lookout at 11:45, not wanting to be late.

"Good! You're here," Dende said, waiting beside a suitcase and checking his watch, "The process will only take a moment."

"Process?" Vegeta asked.

"Of course! How do you expect to rule the world with out my godly powers?"

"I get to literally be a GOD!" Vegeta exclaimed, using bad netiquette by writing in capital letters.

"Of course! Now hold still!" Vegeta felt a tingling throughout his body, and it was over.

"I'll be back on the twenty-fourth. I've left the emergency numbers by the phone, help yourself to whatever's in the fridge, and make sure Mr. Popo doesn't stay up to late, because he gets cranky." With that, the temporarily not god left.

"This is going to rock!" Vegeta grinned.

Kakarot was out in a field, sparring with Goten.

"Great son!" He said, blocking the seven year olds punch, "Give it a little more power! And keep your speed up to try and shock me!"

Goten hauled back a fist and at the same moment the punch landed, Kakarot was struck by lightning.

The smoldering Saiyan stood in surprise, while his son looked at him, quit surprised himself.

"Uh, that was good son. But I think I need to lie down..." Kakarot passed out.

Vegeta was rolling on the floor of the lookout. Kakarots expression had been priceless. This is going to be great!

Using his godly powers, Vegeta then tied Hercules shoelaces together when he was in the middle of a speech. Laughter issued.

A sudden thought struck Vegeta. Rubbing his head where it had struck him, he bent down and picked up the thought. Of course!

Standing still, he said out loud, "Super Saiyan Three." His hair grew down to his waist and his eyebrows disappeared; it was a grand thing to be a God.

He dodged the next thought and caught it before it could smack into him. Genius! He closed his eyes. Seconds later he opened them and pulled the front of his pants foreword. Yes!

Dende sat down in his seat, facing the Kia's that held the universe in their hands. He pulled at his collar and felt sweat on his brow.

"So, young man," Supreme Kia said, "How has your planet been?"

Dende realized his answer was not going to be good, "Well, in the past thirty years, aliens have infiltrated our planet on at least seven different occasions, we've been blown up once, and almost blown up at least 20 other times or so."

All the Kia's looked a little startled at this information, but continued with the report.

"What is the highest power level on your planet?"

"Gosh, it has to be at least 75,000,000,000," Dende said.

"Okay," the Supreme Kia drew out the word, "what's the planets population?"

"Of sentient beings, about 6 billion. Four full aliens, including me, three half aliens, and a genie."

"A genie?"

"Yea, he's not to bright though."

Back on the lookout, Mr. Popo tore his eyes from the crystal ball he had been watching the interview in and pondered what his master had just said. Of course I'm not bright! I'm the color black! Black just happens to be dark! (I could not find another way to say that. I did not mean ANY racial slurs or stereotypes in that. It was a joke, because Mr. Popo is literally black.)

Vegeta lounged on a day bed and picked up another pealed grape. This is the life, He thought, I haven't been treated like this since I was on my home planet! The Prince looked up to see a depressed looking Mr. Popo walk by, his skin having been dyed a bright orange. Did I tell him to do that? Oh well, I've lost track of all of the things I've done. He reached for another grape, but realized he was out of them. Where's that damn servant! "Kakarot!"

The other Saiyan ran in, dressed in a tux with a towel draped over one arm. "How can I serve you, my Prince?"

"Peal me some more grapes. Oh, and punch yourself in the face," Vegeta said, using his mental powers to make it so.

"As you command," the Saiyan walked away, repeatedly punching his own face.

Dende walked back to the check in station at the gates of the other world.

"Hey, King Yhemma!" He called up to the giant man, "I'm ready to go back now!"

"Alright, just wait a second and I'll have a guide bring you down."

While he was waiting, a cat that looked just like Puar pushed past him and headed to an elevator in the wall. Seconds later, the same cat walked by again.

"You ready?" A blue being with one horn asked.

"Yea!"

Dende appeared back on the lookout and was pleased to see it was in one piece. Walking inside, he saw Kakarot punching himself in the face while carrying a tray of grapes and it looked like he had moosed his hair to stand on end like Vegeta's. I knew something like this would happen. I'll just have to take back my powers and put things back to normal.

"Hey, Vegeta!" Dende said as he walked into the room, "I'm back! So let's just transfer the powers back to me and you can go home!"

"You don't want your powers back," Vegeta said, waving a hand.

"I don't want my powers back," Dende repeated.

"You want to fetch a harp and play me some tunes,"

"I want to fetch a harp and play some tunes."

"Move alone,"

"Move along." Dende said. Somewhere in the back of his mind, something screamed a protest about a Star Wars reference, but it was quickly quieted by the sudden impulse to play the harp.

Hey Guy's. Just a quick question. I've been trying to place spaces between sceen changes and time passing, but FF won't let me. How can you place extra space between paragraphs?