Author's Note/Random Section at the top of the fic thing: Chapter Two! Yeah, I know, I took forever, right? Well, I was busy writing fics I ended up deleting anyway. So now it's back to Stick DBZ for me until I finish it!
Vegeta: You shouldn't be allowed to have fanfiction creating priveliges until you finish what you've started.
Dani: I know... Just a warning to Yamcha fans, there's some violence involving him in here cuz I hate him...
Vegeta: So do I.
Dani: Anyways, disclaimer time! You do the disclaimer, Vegeta. Or I'll force you to.
Vegeta: Fine...
Disclaimer: Daniisreallyreallywierd doesn't own DBZ. You don't want her to own DBZ. Are we clear?
"So let me guess, you're all wondering why you're here, right?" the voice asked.
There was a resounding "yes" from all the disoriented characters.
"Well, it's because I was having some problems. First I lost my magic pencil that can draw anything so I had to use a crappy less magical one that can only draw stick people. Then I was screwing around and drew Frieza, Cell, and Kid Buu. And I can't erase them. My crappy less magical pencil doesn't have an eraser. See?"
A giant eraser end of a pencil but without the eraser suddenly came down to the stick characters. Everyone could clearly see the absence of an eraser, because they could see the giant looming black pupil of lead in the yellow eye of the end of the pencil. It was a hexagonal eye, but it kind of looked like an eye from such a large view. The end of the pencil, when sat on the table, measured up to at least Stick Goku's waist.
"They're getting really annoying. Flying around and blasting me with their little circles..."
"And what do you expect us to do about it?" Stick Vegeta asked.
"Well, since you're small enough, I figure you can find my pencil. Once you do, I need you to fight your stick enemies enough to weaken them. Once they're weakened, I can erase them. Once you finish those two things, I'll use my REAL magic pencil to draw you guys Stick Dragon Balls so you can wish yourself back to normal."
"I thought you said your better magic pencil could draw anything? Meaning you wouldn't have to draw the Dragon Balls as stick things." Stick Vegeta said.
"But if it's not in the same drawing style as yours, you can't use them."
"I see."
"Do you, really, Stick Vegeta? How can you see without eyes?"
"You're the one who didn't give me any!"
"But I just said I can only draw stick people!"
"Some stick people have eyes!"
"You say that like you know from experience!"
"That's because I do!"
"So you draw eyes on your stick people?"
"Of course!"
"It was a stylistic choice, then!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"FINE!" There was a loud creak as the spinny chair the girl-voice was sitting on swiveled around. She began to pout. No one could tell if Stick Vegeta's back was to her, because no one could tell which side was his back and which side was his front. They were identical. But then again, he was two dimentional.
"My pencil is under the table, I think. Near the spark plug. Each of the three villains has claimed their own domain in my room. Frieza's in my sock drawer, Cell's on the top shelf for my manga books, and Kid Buu is in my closet door, in the inner workings of the lock. I'm telling all of this to you, Stick Goku, because I'm not talking to Stick Vegeta anymore."
"How many times do I have to tell you! My name isn't Stick Vegeta!" Stick Vegeta said, turning around to face her. So his back was to her when they had been arguing.
"Tell him yes it is."
"Why don't you just tell me yourself?"
"Tell him I already said why, because I'm not speaking to him."
"LET'S JUST GO ALREADY!" Stick Vegeta yelled and flew down the crack between the desk and the wall.
"But I only want the strongest to go. In other words, Stick Piccolo, Stick Gohan, Stick Goku, and Stick Mirai Trunks should all go, as well as Stick Vegeta who already headed down there. Plus Stick Hercule just for fun!"
"Wait a minute, why did you draw us if you're not going to use us?" Stick Yamcha asked.
"Obsessive compulsive disorder. If I draw some stick people, I have to draw a lot. Plus, we're gonna need Stick Bulma later for the Stick Dragon Radar, Stick Chichi with the Stick Frying Pan of Doom to keep everyone in line, and Stick Yamcha for..."
"For what?" he asked.
"For sticking your head in the spark plug, of course!" She picked up the flailing Stick Yamcha and shoved his head into the spark plug, right next to where Stick Vegeta had been floating only moments before.
"Somebody tell Stick Vegeta to be careful near the spark plug!"
"My name isn't Stick Vegeta!"
Sorry about the identical ending, but it's a good chapter ending! At least I think so. Maybe that should be the end of every chapter! Something for you to look forward to. Makes you want to see why she's gonna call him Stick Vegeta again, or something. I like it. And I also like the Yamcha violence! Woot! Don't worry, Yamcha lovers, he'll be back. Don't worry Yamcha haters such as myself, either. He's only coming back so we can torture him more. I am open to suggestions for Yamcha torture! Please tell me how you would like him tortured! Just to get the ideas rolling, if you've ever played Chibi-Robo, imagine a room to a stick person about Chibi-Robo's size. Tell me your suggestions in a review or a PM! Happy Yamcha torturing!
-Dani