AN for Chapter 8:
I have FANS! w00t! I just hope that I don't have fangirls. That would be creepy.
Anyway, I can't believe that you all have stayed with me this long! Eight chapters written in my style is a lot of randomness intake, and I'm surprised that you haven't exploded yet!
And we have our review winners:
Artemis Day
HANNIBAL LECTER7878781
Just a warning to you two, I doubt you'd ever do any of the things I make you do. Or maybe you would. Just a warning, you're going to be totally weird in this chapter.
Aah! Oh my Kami! I just realized that I haven't done a disclaimer for three chapters! I'll get sued! Noooooooooo! I only have one chapter left!! I'll make up for them right now!
Chapter 6: I don't own DBZ. I never have.
Chapter 7: I don't own DBZ.
Chapter 8: I DON'T OWN DBZ!! PLEASE DON'T SUE!!
Now, back to your regularly scheduled fanfic. P.S. DON'T SUE ME!
The first thing the Voice did was draw seven circles. She put a tiny star into one, two into the second, and so on, until she had the seven Stick Dragon Balls. Then the SDBs flew to all corners of the house. With the SDBs drawn, all they would have to do was gather them and make the wish.
And so, the Stick Z Fighters set off on their final journey as stick people.
"Wait, first I have to do something," the Voice said.
She drew four stick girls, and colored their hair with colored pencils. One had dark brown hair which was about shoulder length, one was a blond with medium-length hair, the third had short black hair, and the last one had shoulder length red hair. They flew off in different directions- the brunette flew off in the direction of the living room while dragging the screaming redhead with her, the black-haired girl flew toward the kitchen, and the blond went to the shelf where Stick Cell had once resided.
"Now what?" Stick Goku asked.
"Well, does Stick Bulma have the Stick Dragon Radar?" the Voice asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," Stick Bulma said, pulling out a small circle with criss-crossing lines on it.
"Well, use it!" the Voice ordered.
"The closest Dragon Ball is actually with that blond girl on the shelf," Stick Bulma said.
Stick Vegeta decided to take this one, and encountered the blond girl with the Five-Star Stick Dragon Ball. As soon as she saw him, she started swooning.
"Hi. I'm Stick Mischa," she said dreamily.
"Don't care. Hand over the Dragon Ball."
"I like you a lot."
"...Give me the Dragon Ball."
"Only if you dance with me!"
Stick Vegeta grumbled angrily and started dancing.
"Whee!" Stick Mischa exclaimed, and said, "Here you go!" and handed him the Stick Dragon Ball. He flew back and deposited it with the others.
"One down, six to go," Stick Bulma announced. "Stick Yamcha, you're up next. There's one in the living room where the brunette and the screaming redhead went. I don't know what it was, but that redhead seemed evil to me."
"We're all in this together?" Stick Yamcha asked.
"No, the cat won't attack you if you fly high enough."
"We're all in this together." He flew off toward the living room.
As soon as he left the Voice's room, he heard a very loud noise. It was music. He recognized it as Led Zeppelin. As he flew toward the source of the noise, he could feel his throat clearing up.
When he entered the living room, he saw the brunette torturing the redhead in a way too horrible to describe. Use your imagination. He also saw the Seven Star Stick Dragon Ball. He went for it, but unfortunately was not quick enough. The brunette stick person froze the redhead in place, and started to talk to Stick Yamcha.
"How dare you interrupt the great and powerful Stick Artemis when she is torturing Stick Ginny? You shall pay for your insolence!" Stick Yamcha's mouth then started moving on its own.
"I am stupid. Really, really stupid. Blah blah blah, I'm an idiot. Hey, I can talk again!"
"Oops. Must've been the Led Zeppelin," Stick Artemis said.
Stick Yamcha took the Seven Star SDB and left. Once back in the Voice's room, he exclaimed, "I can speak again!"
"Well, we'll have to do something about that, now won't we?" the Voice asked.
The Voice dragged a protesting Stick Yamcha over to a room that was filled with pretty pink flowers and pictures of Hannah Montana and Zac Efron, or whatever his name is.
"This is the room of my five year old sister," said the Voice. "You can only guess what CDs she has."
"No! Not the High School Musical Soundtrack! I beg of you!" Stick Yamcha pleaded, but the Voice's mind was made up. She put the CD in the CD player and hit Play, then left as fast as she could and locked the door.
Once back in the room, the Voice discovered that all but one of the Stick Dragon Balls had been found.
Stick Mirai Trunks went to the kitchen in search of the last SDB, the Three Star. The black-haired girl from before saw him, and started jumping like a little stick bunny on heroin.
"HitrunksitsmetaraIloveyousomuchomikamiitsactuallyyou!" That's when Stick Mirai Trunks started to wonder if she was actually on heroin. He got the Three Star Stick Dragon Ball and also a kiss from this little hyper fangirl named Tara. He brought the Stick Dragon Ball to the area the rest were in and the Voice said, "Stick Shenron, come out and grant our wishes! Or something."
Stick Shenron appeared and bellowed, "What is your wish?"
"We want to be returned to our original form!" shouted Stick Bulma.
"Your wish has been granted, and so I bid you farewell!"
"Goodbye, Stick Vegeta!"
"My name isn't Stick Vegeta!"
Poof!
The Stick Z Fighters found themselves back in their universe, all except for one...
"Where's Yamcha?" the no-longer-Stick Goku asked.
Meanwhile...
"NoooooooOOoooooOOOOOoooooo! We're... No! I must resist it! GAAAAAA! WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the still-Stick Yamcha cried.
"That's what you get for being an idiot!" the Voice said.
Coming up next chapter... The Epilogue!
It's almost over! Waaaaaaah!
See you all at the Epilogue!
Dani ,(