Vegeta's Female Clone: WOOT!! Guess what peoples!? I changed my mind! n.n I had another idea... GASP! HOLY MOTHER OF GRAVY!! I just remembered something! ranma hibiki asked a while ago if I could put Dende and Mr. Popo in here! AND I NOW I WILL!! WOOT!!! Also I think I'm going to change this story a little... I think I'm going to change the name to DBZ Internet and then I'll have them go to You Tube, chat rooms,fan sites, and I'll have them look at fan art, fan mail, and fan fictions! Does that sound like a good idea to you guys? I don't know where it came from...it just hit me suddenly! Erm...any who!!!!!! ANDROID 16!!! DISCLAIMER NOW!!!
Android 16: Disclaimer activated... The one called VFC does not own the Anime and Manga series known as DragonBall Z. Sensors detect that she owns nothing...Sensors also detect that she DOES own the randomness... Disclaimer deactivated...
VFC: O.o Wow... Um...any ways...Time for whatever chapter this is!!!
Vegeta: 8...
VFC: Why thank you, Princey Poo! n.n
Vegeta: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?
VFC: Er...AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE CHAPPIE!!! Also, if you are a major Yamcha fan, then GO AWAY because you will not like this chappie…
"Talking" Thinking (AN: Author's Note)
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We see a large tower as a tall blonde haired man begins to narrate...
"We now bring to you a place where no man has ever gone before…" said the narrator.
Mr. Popo gave the narrator a blank stare, "What ever do you mean? There has been people here before…"
The narrator scowled, "Oh yeah?! Then name some!" he argued.
Mr. Popo happily answered, "Well, there's been Goku, Gohan, Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, Vegeta, Mirai Trunks, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Chibi Trunks, Goten, Mr. Satan-"
The narrator interrupted, "Ok, ok, I get it!! So there's been a lot of people here before! I was just trying to make it interesting…" the narrator then folded his arms and began to pout. "So...where is the guardian of the Earth?"
"Well," Mr. Popo began, "internet connection was just barely added to the lookout two days ago…" The narrator nodded and Mr. Popo continued, "Dende has been exploring the 'glorious' world of the internet since then...Looking at websites, downloading music, Googling himself…"
The narrator stared at Mr. Popo, "...so...where is he?"
Mr. Popo pointed towards the building on the lookout, "Go in there, and turn left... Go up the stairs, then take a right. Go forward for a while until you come to a dead end. Then turn left, and go up another flight of stairs. You will come to two doors, you want to go into the one on the right. You will come to another flight of stairs, ascend those stairs and you should be on top of the building where Dende is."
The narrator looked puzzled, "Why don't I just go up those stairs?" he asked as he pointed towards a flight of stairs leading up to the top of the building.
Mr. Popo nodded, "You could do that…" This made the narrator fall over anime style.
"Thanks…" said the narrator as he stood up, dusted himself off, and began the journey to Dende's location... (INSERT DRAMATIC MUSIC HERE)
Ahem...When he reached his destination (DRAMATIC MUSIC) he found Dende, the guardian of the Earth, sitting on one of those really comfortable spinning chairs with wheels. (AN: All hail the spinny chair… (Vegeta rolls his eyes))
"Excuse me…" said the narrator as he cleared his throat.
Dende's eyes bulged as he spun himself around to face the narrator, "IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!" he cried as he desperately tried to cover up the computer screen.
The narrator sweat dropped and smiled oddly, "Er…Don't worry, I'm just the narrator…"
"Oh…I see…" said Dende as he let out a sigh of relief.
The narrator raised his right eye brow, "So what were you doing?"
"Googling myself…" Dende replied quietly as he nervously twiddled his thumbs.
The narrator tried to contain his laughter. After a few minutes he was successful. "I…see…Erm…Well, just pretend I'm not here…"
"Uh…ok…?" was Dende's reply. "Oh!" Dende exclaimed, "You wouldn't happen to know Goku's or any of the other Z Fighter's e-mail addresses, would you?"
The narrator puffed out his chest proudly, "I am the narrator…I know all…"
"Really?"
"No…"
"Oh…"
"The author might know…"
"But I don't want to talk to her!"
(AN: WHAT'S WRONG WITH TALKING TO ME!?)
Dende glared at the sky, "You annoy me!"
(AN: You're mean… T.T)
Dende folded his arms, "I am not!"
(AN: You are, too!!)
"I am NOT!!"
(AN: YOU ARE TOO!!!)
"I AM NOT, TIMES INFINITY!!"
(AN: DAMN YOU!!!)
Dende smirked proudly as VFC sighed, defeated.
(AN: You just type their name…)
Dende gasped, "That's all!?"
(AN: (Nods))
"Well…" Dende looked at the computer screen confusedly, "Whatever," Dende took his seat at the computer once again. "Now…Who should I talk to…?" Suddenly…a wonderful idea came to his mind…A wonderful, awful idea… "With this suit and this hat, I'll look just like St. Nick… And I'll stop Christmas from coming with a flick of my wrist…Wait…NO I WON'T!! I'll just make Yamcha feel miserable…" Dende shook his head to clear his mind of Grinchy thoughts, and began to type.
--Yamcha,
You fail at life…Why? Because nobody likes you…Except for those weirdoes who leave stupid comments on people's anti-Yamcha videos on You Tube…but we're not going to talk about them right now! Spider Pig has more fans than you, and he was just barely created!!! Well…I suppose that that is all I have to say to you…because…I don't like you…
Anonymous--
Dende smiled happily at his e-mail.
"DENDE!" someone exclaimed.
Dende fell off his seat, "I CAN EXPLAIN!! Oh, Mr. Popo, it's just you…"
"Dende, you are the guardian of the Earth! How can you write hate mail to someone?" Mr. Popo exclaimed angrily.
Dende gasped and tried to defend himself, "It's not my fault that the author likes to torture Yamcha and make his life miserable!!"
Mr. Popo glared up at the sky, "Indeed…The author, she is a force to be reckoned with…"
Dende just stared at the poor, crazy, and insane Mr. Popo…
MEANWHILE!
"SOMEBODY FREE ME FROM THIS HELL!!!" cried King Vegita.
"Shut up, you stupid monkey!!!" shouted Frieza.
Oops…Wrong place…MEANWHILE!!
"When it comes to eight year old Trunks…Vegeta…You ARE the father!!" exclaimed Maury as the audience cheers and screams.
"I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!" cried Bulma.
"I NEVER SAID THAT I WASN'T THE FATHER OF TRUNKS!!" Vegeta argued.
WHY CAN'T WE GET TO THE RIGHT PLACE?! MEANWHILE!!!
"Piccolo! How could you?!" cried Goku.
"It's not what it seems!" Piccolo exclaimed.
"Then what is it!? Huh?! You were looking at porno on Roshi's computer!!!" Goku began to sob, "I thought you were different!"
"Is that what this is about…?" asked a very confused Piccolo, "I also want you to know that it was that old man who was looking at porn…"
"Oh…" said Goku as he calmed down, "Well, that changes everything…So…Do you want to go fishing with me?"
"You know I don't…"
"All right! Then let's- Hey!" Goku pouted as Piccolo…glared at him…
Enter a very angry Chi-Chi, "GOKU!!! DID YOU BUY MUSIC OFF OF WALMART MUSIC DOWNLOADS WITHOUT ME KNOWING?!" she screeched as she ran towards Goku, frying pan in hand.
Goku ran for his life as he tried to explain to Chi-Chi, "NO, I SWEAR IT WAS GOHAN!!"
"WHAAAT?!" Gohan exclaimed from who knows where.
Suddenly Majin Buu appeared out of no where, "BUU WANT ICE CREAM!! But Buu need money for ice cream, so Buu want money! Money…Ice cream! Money… ICE CREAM!!"
NOT THERE EITHER!!! MEANWHILE!!!!!!!
Yamcha sat down on a chair in front of a computer.
(AN: Ahh…Here we go!)
Yamcha logged onto his mail account, "Ok then…What do we have today?"
Yamcha frowned as he scrolled through millions of Spam e-mails when he got to an e-mail from someone named "anonymous".
"Who would name their kid 'Anonymous'?!" Yamcha shook his head, "Poor kid…He probably had a hard time at school… Everyone probably made fun of him… Kids can be so cruel!!" Yamcha thought of the various nicknames those evil kids could have given someone named "Anonymous" as he opened the e-mail. He read through the e-mail then a single tear built up in his eye. He sniffed…then sniffed again…and just when you thought he was going to break down and cry he said, "Is that bacon I smell?" then he got up and ran to where the bacon smell was coming from…What an idiot…
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Well, there you go! That's... all I can think of right now... (sweat drop) OH! Almost forgot... THANK YOU PEOPLES WHO REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPPIE!!! n.n I think next time I'm going to put Krillin and 18 in again, and probably Tien and Chiaotzu, too! If you guys want me to put someone in this story, just tell me and I will.