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Gohan rubbed the back of his neck, wincing at the tale that'd just been told to him.
But he always wondered.
Why did he always miss the good stuff?
(A/N: YEAH! It's the return of the author's notes. Question for the Gohan teeny-boppers, is he a homo or a pervert? *dodges nuclear bombs*)
He watched as his mentor shuddered slightly.
Could he blame him?
"Geez, the only one who touches me like that is Videl."
My minty fresh, er, man cracked an eye open.
(A/N: The one you read was the censored version. But to put it faintly, Heeethen kind of took Piccolo out of view. Also, purple dude didn't vanish on his own. *heehee* And, I take no responsibility for the thoughts the names of this chapter will cause you. It's your mind, not mine, so you all will take it individually. *thoughtful* Hope you'll laugh though)
"Gohan."
He knew that tone of voice.
"Uh, yeah."
He stood up straight, hands to his sides, and staring at the floor.
"Shut-up."
Gohan winced again.
He didn't tell me everything.
Celery boy (A/N: *heehee* I like that name) began to fidget, his eyes wide. Apparently quite disturbed.
"Well..."
Gohan trailed off. This was one thing he couldn't assist on. And he had to admit, he was slightly jealous. (A/N: *evil mechanical laughter* *looks* *dodges more bombs*)
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Goku stared profusely at the tile floor that was the look-out. His brows deepened in increasing concentration. His head bowed down, a serious look crossed his face. His eyes were unfocused, slightly dense.
Mr. Popo stood in front of him. Patiently staring at the fighter.
Goku growled.
"So... Difficult..."
The genie stood stalk still.
"Just... One..."
Goku squinted his eyes in distress.
The genie still stood.
The full-blooded Saiyan raised his arms in a power-up stance.
"Pizza or Ice-cream?"
(A/N: HA! Bet I had ya there)
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The Supreme Ki repeatedly hit his head on his desk.
Those around him, standing in various parts of his office, looked on nervously.
"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Shin" a female voice said, "but I'm afraid we're running out of replacements."
She swallowed loudly.
Silence continued.
"DARK!"
The room jumped.
The man of African American nature stepped forward.
The Supreme Ki lifted his head.
"Why?"
Desperation was in his voice.
"It wasn't in the budget for this year."
Shin looked forlorn.
"You drove them to insanity."
The man shrugged, not caring.
"Sour, who's left?"
She swallowed.
He didn't like that.
"Well, there's echo33."
Shin cringed visibly.
"I guess she'll have to do, send her."
The woman nodded.
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Above the lookout, a woman of water origin stood, floated actually, in the air. She seemed to be made of water, her features and body only outlined. At closer observance, her substance rippled down her body like a waterfall. Her face was childlike, her head large, big slanted eyes only outlined. Her nose was small, her mouth non-existent. Straight, spiked hair was outlined in long chunks. Her body that of a woman. Curves were accentuated, her feet nothing but a puddle of water. Several water-like suitcases, only outlined, flowed in the same sense she did.
"Needs work."
Her watered voice echoed.
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(We now enter Pickle-vision)
*laughs*
Piccolo: Finally.
Nail: Eh, sorry bout...
Kami: Ya know...
Piccolo: Forget it.
Kami: At least...
Nail: You got away...
Piccolo: You're getting annoying.
Kami: You're always...
Nail: Annoyed...
Piccolo: *growling noise*
Kami: Okay...
Nail: Then...
Piccolo: *hisses*
Nail: Sheesh, just trying to cheer you up. Ya know, ya try and do something right for a guy and...
Piccolo: S-h-u-t...U-p...
Kami: Gohan worries me.
Piccolo: Not again.
Nail: Hey, ya know, this meditation is really starting to suck.
Piccolo: *mumbles* Tell me about it...
Kami: Did you say something Piccolo?
Piccolo: Hn...
Nail: Oh, Guess The Anime. I love this. Let me think...
Piccolo: *growls*
Nail: I KNOW! Uno momento.
Piccolo: Huh.
Kami: You should try and find out what's wrong with him Piccolo.
Nail: GUNDAM WING!
Piccolo: *sigh* I'm going to kill you.
Nail: WOOHOO! I'm good.
Kami: Perhaps he's having family problems...
Piccolo: By the...
Nail: Err...
Kami: Perhaps he's lacking in something...
Nail: I got it! Sailor Moon.
Kami: Perhaps if I search your memories I can put these clues together.
Piccolo: DON'T TOUCH ME!
Nail: BRAK!!
Piccolo: Old man you are a traitor.
Nail: Crap, I know this one...
Piccolo: Nail would you shut-up.
Nail: Another Gundam Wing impression, right?
Piccolo: God, not another one.
Nail: Escaflowne!
Piccolo: *sigh*
Nail: Don't know that one...
Kami: But Piccolo we must help Gohan.
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Gohan watched in slight fascination as his former mentor proceeded to float high in the air. His green brow ridge was creased all the way, giving him a sign of old age and distress.
<I wonder what's wrong with him?>
The half-breed bent his head, his own brow creased with thought.
<Wonder what 'The Gay Dude' did to him.>
(A/N: Ya know what, by the end of this fic, that is if any EXTREME Gohan lovers read this, I'm going to die. *smiles* COME AND GET ME! MWAAAAHHHHHAAAAHHHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!)
A change in the amount of light caused the born fighter to look up.
His eyes widened.
A tsunami was headed straight for him.
""Piiiicoooolllloooo!!!"
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"But Mr. Popo..."
The full Saiyan's whining continued.
"I'm sorry Goku, only one."
"B-b-but whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..."
"Piccolo ordered it after Dende left."
Goku's eyes widened.
"HE DID WHAT!"
The genie only nodded his head.
Immediately the strongest warrior fell to his knees, his fist hitting the tile floor and breaking it.
"HE CAN'T DO THIS!"
Mr. Popo didn't acknowledge him; his eyes were focused behind the warrior. Shock, confusion, and fear flooding his eyes. Sweat, dripped down his forehead.
Goku, for his part, stopped complaining when a heavy shadow came over the area. He pondered at the darkened tile below him, then in the briefest of times when it'll click, on him, to look up, he did just that.
His eyes widened to plates.
"Huh?!"
A tsunami was headed straight for them.
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